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Samantha lay on her back, tail twitching as she thumbed through a cheap secondhand copy of 49 Hues of Sepia. Her mother would have a fit if she knew her daughter were reading such a thing--but then, that was true of any number of things. Compared to most of them, a little erotica was quite vanilla. And to be fair, all the girls at school were reading it, had already read it, or were doing a damn good job pretending they'd read it. It wouldn't do to be left out.

Turning another page, Samantha chewed her lip. She's expected it to be another poorly written bodice-ripper, but instead she'd been surprised to find a smart, sexy tale of unashamedly kinky sex. It took little effort to slide into the role of Ms. Sepia, the strong, dominant business woman--and even less to imagine the shy, virginal Alejandro Acero on whom she relieved the day's tension. Despite herself, Samantha allowed a paw to sneak down beneath the waistband of her shorts.

She could practically feel the riding crop in her hand. And it wasn't hard to imagine the sounds Alejandro would make as she cracked it hard across his ass. She could smell the leather and sweat. The way his ears flushed back as she disciplined him.

The door opened and Alexander entered.

Startled, Samantha slammed the book shut, slipping it under her pillow. Her heart pounded but she did her best to look bored. Alex frowned, clearly not buying it.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Nothing," she lied, too quickly. "I didn't know you were home yet."

"I've been home for half an hour," he said, still frowning. "What were you--" he started to reach for her pillow.

"Nothing!" Samantha barked, smacking his hand away. She glared at him. "It's none of your business."

For a moment, her brother stared at her, looking hurt. Then, he slowly lowered himself to the futon, watching her quietly. She huffed, looking away.

"How was your day?" he asked.

"Fine."

Minutes passed. At long last, Samantha sighed, reaching under the pillow and grabbing the book. She flashed it briefly for him to see, then slipped it back out of sight. "I was reading," she said.

Alex grinned and rolled his eyes. "That stupid book? Why is everyone reading it?"

"It's not stupid!" Samantha had blurted it out before she realized what she was saying. "Well, I mean, yeah. It is. But it's still kind of hot."

"It's just some woman who, like, rapes her employees."

"She doesn't _rape_him!" she said, aghast. "I'm not into that kind of stuff!"

"But you are into everything else?" he teased.

Samantha folded her arms. "It's just fantasy, Alex. Just because something turns me on in a book doesn't mean I want to try it in real life."

"Do you? Want to try it, I mean?" Alex's voice was soft, nervous.

She stiffened, sitting a bit more upright. "Wait, have you read it?"

He shook his head. "I just heard people talking about it. But like... some of it sounds kind of interesting."

"I'm not sure--" Samantha bit her lip again, blushing. "I'm not sure you know what you're asking for, Alex."

"I trust you. And besides, isn't that kind of what the book's about? Him not knowing what he's in for?"

"I guess? Can you give me some time to think about it?"

With a smile, her brother nodded. Alex rose, crept over, and gave her a gentle kiss. "Take all the time you need, ma'am."

***

"Okay, so if we're going to do this, there's going to be rules." Samantha did her best to sound authoritative, though it sounded silly to her ears. "First off, this is us. We're just messing around. I don't want you calling me 'mistress' or any crap like that. And once we're done, we're done. None of the rules or contracts or anything like that. "

"All right." Alex sat in his usual place on the futon, watching as his sister paced around their room.

"Next, we're going to have a safeword. If anything starts to hurt--well, hurt too much--or you get bored, or anything like that, use it. It's supposed to be kinky, but fun. I really, really, really don't want to hurt you, Alex."

"Can the password be 'swordfish?'"

She shot him a glare, then rolled her eyes. "Fine, yeah, whatever. It's not like that'll come up naturally."

"Please fuck me with the swordfish?"

"Like I said." Another glare, then a pause. "I forgot what I was going to say."

"No rules... swordfish safeword..." Alex prompted.

"No. Um. Shit. Oh!" Samantha felt her face flush. "Right, um. Well, like I was saying. We're doing this for fun. So we're going to switch roles afterward. So whatever I do to you, you have to promise you'll do to me. Okay?"

Alex shifted, looking uncomfortable. "I'm not sure, Sam. I'm a lot stronger than you. I could accidentally hurt you."

"Fair's fair."

Her brother gave a nervous grin. "Tit for tat?"

Samantha rolled her eyes--she seemed to be doing a lot of that lately. But then, she couldn't really complain. It was a part of why she loved her shy, goofy brother. Going to her dresser, she opened the bottom drawer and began emptying its contents. Beneath the piles of clothing, she retrieved a small drawstring bag. Her heart began to pound before she even opened it. Taking a deep breath, she set it on the bed and gave her brother a proud, cold smile.

"Greedy boy," she cooed, then lithely slipped her shirt over her head. She could tell her nipples were poking through her sports bra, but she fought the urge to cover herself. It wasn't a difficult fight. After all, they were well beyond the bounds of normal sibling modesty. Fishing around inside the bag, she soon emerged with her first toy clutched in one paw: a blindfold.

Alex opened his mouth to protest, then clamped it shut.

Samantha moved slowly toward him, deliberately swaying her hips in what felt like a ridiculous caricature. In sweatpants no less. But it must have worked; Alex's eyes widened, locking on her hipbones, peeking out above her waistband. Slowly, she straddled him. He was already hard. She bore down on him, grinding as she slipped the blindfold over his eyes, adjusting the elastic band to ensure it was not tugging on his ears.

Running her fingers through his hair, Samantha suddenly seized a pawful of it roughly. Yanking his head back, she kissed him forcefully, savoring the softness of his lips, the wetness of his tongue, and especially the way he yielded to her aggressiveness. She grabbed his wrist, holding him down against the futon. Her kisses trailed lower, along his chin, the side of his face, down to his throat. She kissed him there too, dragging her teeth along the soft, vulnerable skin of his neck. The snow-white hair was so thin and fine, he might as well have been hairless.

She bit down suddenly. Alex gave a half-yelping gasp, stiffening beneath her in more than one way. She shook her head, tugging at his neck like some feral. Her brother whined, his paws clutching the futon even as he lay limp beneath her fangs. Releasing him suddenly, Samantha gave a soft, throaty growl. Kisses--gentle this time--and even affectionate nuzzles, immediately replaced the bites. Her paw released his arm, trailing up his arm to tug at his shirt. Alex raised his arms compliantly, letting her slip his shirt up over his head. At the last second she halted, leaving his face covered by the shirt and his arms half-restrained up to the elbows.

"Don't move, little fox," she ordered. Sliding, she nuzzled her way down past his collarbone. The fur on his chest had a dry, clean smell to it and she pressed her cheek close to savor its warmth. One nipple lay before her, small and hard and poking through his fur. She ran her thumb across it, then lightly raked her claws horizontally across his side. Her brother shivered, inhaling sharply through his shirt. Leaning forward, Samantha took his nipple lightly into her mouth. She suckled for a second, swirling her tongue around, then bit down. Alex groaned, back arching. He swore softly, under his breath.

Allowing herself a grin, Samantha pulled back, slipping silently to the bed to retrieve her next toy. She returned to her brother's side, cuffs in paw. They weren't metal--those had proven far too uncomfortable--but there were a strong, surprisingly heavy plastic. She looped them through the frame of the futon, and snapped them shut around Alex's wrists. If he minded, he certainly didn't show it; he merely shifted, chest heaving slightly with deep breaths of anticipation.

Giving a distinctly unmistress-like giggle, Samantha grabbed the waist of Alex's shorts, yanking them down below his knees. She hadn't meant to grab his boxers too, but--yep--they'd come down too. Her brother's cock was already two-thirds of the way emerged from his sheath, sensitive red flesh twitching with each heartbeat. She sank to her knees and made sure he had no further trouble with his shorts. Alex's legs spread eagerly, tail practically wagging as he shoved his hips forward.

Reaching forward, Samantha lay a paw on the inside of each thigh, just forcefully enough to maintain some impression of control. Then, with deliberate slowness, she began to tease her dear brother. Kisses, ever-so-gently, ever-so-slowly began to creep their way up his legs. First one, then the other. She nuzzled, nipped, and lapped each inch of fur, careful to never quite touch the only thing she knew was on Alex's mind. Her paws crept up to his hips, digging gently into the crease where each leg joined his body. He reacted instantly, legs jerking upward and folding submissively.

For her part, she was having a tremendous amount of fun. The occasional sexual adventure they'd shared in the past had always been hurried or filled with embarrassment. In fact, it occurred to Samantha suddenly that she'd never had a chance to simply admire_her brother's body. Especially not in a manner quite like this. Alex's submissive posture left every inch of him open for examination. While she was intimately familiar with his sheath and the member that lay within (well, _usually) she hadn't quite the same level of experience with his balls. Those dangled quite loosely, almost covering his pink, virgin tailhole.

Realization of exactly what she was planning to do suddenly dawned on her, and Samantha felt her chest go tight, face undoubtedly flushing a brilliant shade of red. She paused for a moment to collect herself, then lightly ran her fingers from his hip, up the side of his sheath, to the very tip of her brother's cock. Alex gasped softly, hips straining forward to press against her paw. She allowed it for a moment, pressing her palm against his shaft, then pulled back.

"Nuh uh," she chided. "Naughty boy. I warned you not to move."

Alex gave a whimper, dropping back to the futon. His legs were clenched, and she could practically see his desperation in the way his muscles shifted beneath his skin. Damn but he could be sexy.

Samantha slipped a paw down the front of her sweatpants and was only half-surprised to find she'd already soaked through the crotch of her panties. As if on cue, she felt the old familiar ache of arousal flare up inside her. Her brother was right there, for the taking, no less. He wouldn't fight, wouldn't say a word. She could ride him until she was satisfied, if she wanted.

Or she could wait for something even better.

"You disobeyed, little fox. So now you need to learn your lesson." She grinned. "Turn over."

Alex hesitated, seeming confused. But then, he twisted about, eventually managing to kneel on the futon, tail raised. His paws were a bit snarled by the cuffs and shirt, but he eventually found a spot that worked and glanced back over his shoulder. She knew that were it not for the multiple layers of makeshift and proper blindfolds, he would be staring at her with adorably plaintive eyes.

Curious, Samantha leaned forward and pulled the shirt the rest of the way over Alex's head. To her delight, his ears immediately tucked themselves back in submission. She felt another thrill shoot down her spine, making her wetter still. She practically ran to the bed, snaking an arm under the mattress. She searched for a few seconds in vain, and felt an involuntary spike of fear, but then her paw found the broad leather strap. She had the crop out in a heartbeat, and began to swat it expectantly against one paw. Even that simple gesture stung.

Turning back to her brother, she slowly trailed the end of the crop up his left leg, across his ass. She repeated the act with his right, then reached out and lay a gentle paw on his backside. Squeezing, she leaned in close.

"I'm going to punish you now, little fox. But don't worry. When I'm done, I'll make you glad I did."

Suddenly bold, Samantha reached between his legs and gave his cock a firm squeeze. Alex groaned, and she answered him by nuzzling the tip of her snout beneath his dangling balls. Sticking her tongue out near as far as it could go, she slowly dragged her way down the length of his sheath, under and up the back of his sack, and then--somewhat hesitantly, up across his perineum and across his tailhole.

She expected him to taste dirty or foul or somehow disgusting, but instead, all she tasted was, well, skin. Leaning forward again, she grabbed his tail with one paw, yanking it painfully toward his back. She bore down on his ass again, digging the tip of her tongue against the puckered flesh and feeling it give beneath her. Alex groaned--loudly--and his knees buckled.

Samantha drew back, listening to her brother pant. She smiled, gave a small shudder, then drew back the crop and swung with all her might. The leather switch cracked against Alex's ass with a sound like a whip. Her brother practically leapt into the air, giving a half-bellowing yelp. Within seconds, a bright red rectangle marked the spot where she'd spanked him. She froze, suddenly worried that she'd been too rough. But rather than protest, Alex simply settled back where he'd been, ass raised, though his cuffed paws clutched the edge of the futon a bit tighter.

Again, Samantha drew back the crop. And again, Alex cried out when it struck. And so the pattern continued. She landed perhaps a dozen more blows before she slowed. Alex's tail no longer lay against his back, but instead curled to try and protect himself. His thighs were squeezed tightly together, making his balls bulge. Even the orange fur surrounding the white of his crotch and underbelly could not hide the redness her discipline had wrought.

Setting the crop on the ground beside the bed, Samantha positioned herself behind her brother. Spooning him gently where he knelt, she wrapped her arms around his midsection, allowing her small, perky breasts to squish against his lower back. All too aware her sports bra was kind of ruining the mood, she quickly sent it to join the crop.

Alex was breathing hard, his face red and his ears still swept back.

"That's a good, little fox," Samantha crooned, kissing him gently between the shoulder blades. "Did you learn your lesson?"

For a long moment, Alex did not answer. Then he turned slightly, and Samantha knew he was eyeing her through the blindfold. Slowly, his ears perked back up and she felt his shoulders tighten up.

"Is that all you got?" he exhaled. His face broke into a vicious, playful grin. "Pretty disappointing."

Samantha nearly came on the spot.

She spanked him, hard. He jerked, but didn't make a sound. Giving a grin of her own, she allowed her paw to slide across his ass to where his balls hung. Clutching them in her fingers, she gave a slow, deliberate tug, careful not to squeeze too hard.

"I see we'll have to take... extraordinary measures with you, little fox."

Her paw released his balls, sending them swinging, then trailed upwards. Finding his tailhole, she pressed against it lightly with a single finger. It gave way, and her brother grunted as she slid inside to the first joint. "Extraordinary measures, indeed."

***

"Remember, little fox. You asked for this."

Samantha opened the small bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount into one paw. Alex remained just as bound and defiant as before, but he failed to conceal a small shiver as she coated the outside of his tailhole with a generous dollop of the stuff. It was cool, slick, and smelled faintly of fruit--which she supposed might come in handy. Cautiously, she pressed the same finger against her brother's ass. She nearly gasped in surprise at the ease with which lubrication eased the process. Her finger slipped inside him with barely a hint of resistance, all the way up to her knuckle. Alex, on the other hand, gave a muffled grunt.

"Well, well," she teased. "It looks like you're well-practiced at this."

"First time, bitch," he growled back.

"Oooh, a virgin." She said. "Well, Mr. Virgin, you don't seem all that tight. Are you enjoying this, perhaps? Would you like it if I did this?" Samantha slid a second finger inside him.

Alex groaned aloud, ass clenching down on the invading digits. He might be sore in a few hours, but from the way his balls seemed to be positively churning in his sack, and the way his cock might as well have been flexing, he didn't seem unpleased by the stimulation.

"Fuck you," he growled, claws practically kneading the futon.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Samantha said. She withdrew her fingers slightly, then slid them back in, penetrating her brother deeper than before. He groaned again.

"But I think I'd rather be the one doing the fucking, little fox."

Pulling her fingers out of Alex's rear, Samantha stood. It took a little effort with her unsullied hand, but she eventually managed to upend the drawstring bag to reveal her trump card. The thing had cost over a hundred dollars, but the mere sight of it sent a new rush of moisture through Samantha's loins. She practically fell over in excitement as she stripped out of her sweats and now thoroughly soaked panties.

The Strap-On-In had promised many things, but to be honest, it didn't much matter if it really generated enough vibration to enable the average woman to orgasm in half the time. The fact of the matter was, tucked inside the harness was a second dildo that plentiful experimentation had shown Samantha was the perfect size for her. Drawing the straps up and around her hips, she could not resist a long, moan of satisfaction as the five-inch silicone member eased its way inside her. It stretched and bumped her in all the right places, and soon she would no longer have to imagine all the ways it would surprise her as she treated Alex's tailhole to the larger six-inch, vibrating, hollow-point, knotted, hyper-realistic masterpiece that was the Strap-On-In's front-facing dildo.

Tightening the straps, she hurriedly covered the dildo in enough lube to flood a small Caribbean nation. "Buckle up, little fox," she warned. Samantha took her place behind him, maneuvering the tip of the faux-cock against her brother's ass. Pressing forward firmly, she felt his body yield as the first two inches eased inside.

"Oh, ohhhh fuck!" Alex groaned, twisting weakly. "Fuck, that... hurts. It's so big."

"Out here everything hurts, little fox," Samantha said with grin. "You want to get through this? Do as I say."

Alex's only response was a grunt of affirmation, perhaps a tad higher pitched than usual. He remained still however, giving only a quiet whine as Samantha eased herself the rest of the way in. When she finally bottomed out--there was no way she would be able to fit the knot inside--he released his breath all at once, then gulped in another. And another.

The worst over, she gave him a minute to rest, then lightly began to rock her hips. Not enough to constitute a real thrust, just enough to give him a bit of sensation. His breathing steadied, and Samantha closed her eyes, feeling her way along the hip-strap until she came to a small switch. With a single flick, the Strap-On-In came to life.

It was better than she'd dreamed. The vibration, paired with the exquisite penetration--penetrations, really--sent a burst of pleasure through her so powerful it took her a second to realize exactly how close she was to orgasm. The dildo was pressed right against her g-spot, buzzing away. The room was full of flashing lights. The buzzing of the vibrators was all she could hear. If she still had limbs, they had gone so numb, she could barely sense them. She grabbed Alex's hips, bucking against the member inside of her. She was vaguely aware of her brother yelping, his tail writhing as he thrashed in his cuffs. Her body was on fire and whatever rational thoughts she'd had were lost in a cloud of lust. She was so close. She could feel her climax seconds away. Millimeters. She leaned forward, willing her body to cross that threshold. To give her relief. She felt Alex's dildo pressing further in, deeper inside her brother's ass. So close.

"Sam!" Alex's voice broke the fog. He sounded so desperate. "Sam!"

She came.

Everything was black. White. Spinning. There was a roaring in her ears. Her heart was pounding. Her cunt was spasming. Wetness trickling in rivulets down her legs. Her legs gave out and she collapsed hard against her brother, shoving him further into the futon.

Slowly, the world came back into focus.

"Ish."

Samantha blinked. Nothing seemed to be working properly. She stared down at her waist in confusion. Stared down at Alex's tailhole, stretched obscenely around the knot of the dildo. Stared at the tears leaking from beneath the edge of his blindfold.

"S-swordfish, Sam."