Endangered - Introduction
Boring legal stuff - This story contains material not suitable for persons under 18. This story contains adult material involving incest and minors, so don't read if it offends you or it's illegal to read. All characters are copyrighted and property of their creator, and any resemblance they have to anyone or anyone else's characters is coincidence.It was raining when he recieved the message. Standing guard duty on a military base in some foreign country thousands of miles from his home was bad enough, but it had to be raining as well. Still, a summons to report to the commander wasn't exactly the way one wanted a break from such a duty. Dakota sighed as he turned over to his relief, then headed swiftly to the commander's tent. His mind was racing with the possibilities of what he could have done wrong. In the three years he had been stationed here, his record wasn't exactly impeccable, but nothing too serious. He blew a breath into his paw, then inhaled, making sure there was no scent of alcohol on his breath... while he had been living it up at a local pub the night before, he had stopped drinking early enough so that he wouldn't still be impared for his duties. He should have known something was the matter when the commander invited him to have a seat... such courteous treatment was rarely given from an officer to a grunt like him, unless he had either done something extraordinarily good or something extremely bad had occured. The words his commander spoke were quick and to the point, revealing it was not the former.
"There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it. Both your parents are dead."
Dakota sat in shock for several minutes, hoping he had misheard. "No... they can't be..."
"Three days ago, there was a car accident. The report states they hit a patch of ice, swereved off the road, and collided head-on with a tree. They were both killed instantly... there was no suffering." The wolven commander gently rested his paw on Dakota's shoulder. "We're doing what we can to send you home, but be aware, it might take some time." Dakota silently hung his head, mustering all his resolution to be strong until that time came.
Outside, at the guard post he just left, the first shots started to ring out... *********************************************************************
Dakota sat up awake with a shock, panting heavily as the dream of that night faded from his memory. As his eyes adjusted to the dark of his bedroom, he slowly remembered where he was, lying back down on the sweat-soaked sheets to return himself to the present. It had been over two years since the night he found out his mother and father were dead, and the dreams plagued him every night. Two more years he had spent at the base, since the military's miles and miles of red tape, paperwork, and administrivia had kept him from even being transferred home until he had finished his service obligation. They hadn't even given him leave to go to the funeral.
He slowly rolled out of bed and slinked to the bathroom, turning on the light and sink, splashing the cold water on his face to clear his thoughts before looking at himself in the mirror. The ferret's two brown eyes stared out of the black mask of fur in the mirror, as black as the fur covering his paws and feet. The military had at first not wanted him to enlist, since his people were so endangered that a black-footed ferret getting killed in combat would be such a publicity outroar, but his insistance and perserverance had allowed him to serve his country with pride. Despite that, he never lost the bitter resentment he felt, that in six years he never saw combat, but the paperwork was so entangling that two of his people dying, his parents, wasn't even enough to get him home. He took a long shower to wash the sweat of his nightmare away, feeling the water plaster his dusty-grey fur to his form. Standing around five-foot eight, his form was thin but toned, more the body of a swimmer than a weightlifter. He finished his shower and dried himself off, dressed himself and started walking about his apartment, preparing himself for the day ahead of him, the day he had been waiting for since he first heard of the tragedy.
While his parents were dead, he did still have one living relative, his younger sister Mary. She had been living in a boarding school when their parents were killed, and was finally coming home to live with him, since their parents had named Dakota as her guardian in their will. She was living in the boarding school still, since he was unable to take care of her while deployed. Now that his service was done, he would finally be reunited with her, his only family and the only other of his species he knew. He sighed as he looked at the picture next to his bed... taken less than two weeks before he enlisted, it showed their parents standing proudly behind their son, happily holding his little sister perched on his shoulders. She had been barely ten years old when that picture was taken - now she was sixteen, and he hadn't seen her in six years, not even been able to speak to her except in letters. Dakota stole a glance at the clock. 3AM, her plane not due to arrive for another six hours. He knew he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep after the nightmare, so he set about to tidy up the apartment, readying his home to welcome his beloved sister to it.
Dakota paced nervously, back and forth across the floor of his apartment in anticipation. His sister's plane had arrived at the airport without incident. She had called him when she disembarked, and the sound of her voice over the phone made him realize just how much he missed her. The conversation had been brief though, since the cab was waiting for her to bring her home and neither could wait to see the other for the first time in many years. He felt as if each strand of fur on his body was standing up. Finally, after what seemed to be forever, he heard a knocking on the front door. He took several deep breaths to try and calm himself down, strode to the front door, and turned the handle. He barely had time to open it a crack before it was flung open from the outside, and he found himself pounced and tackled to the floor by the four-foot bundle of jubilation. His arms wrapped around her as quickly as hers wrapped around him, holding his only relative tight.
"Oh Dakota... Dakota.... it's you!! I've been missing you for so long... I'm so happy to see you again..." her voice cracked slightly with emotion as she desperately clung to him, as if she never wanted to let him go. He was unable to hold back his own tears any longer, the pain of the loss of his parents finally coming free, mixed with the joy of having his sister back with him, as bittersweet a reunion as there ever was.
A quick honk of the horn from outside reminded him that the cab-driver was still waiting. He gave her a quick nuzzle before releasing her and standing up, lifting her to her feet as well. "Welcome home, Mary. Make yourself at home while I go get your luggage, and I'll be back in two shakes of your cute little tail." The sound of her giggling was music to his ears, so familiar after so long as she wagged her black-tipped tail twice, then turned to scamper inside. He quickly went outside to pay the fare and collect her two suitcases, then brought them back inside and set them by the enterance to the bedroom. He saw her on the couch waiting for him, sitting as a proper lady should, her white blouse tucked neatly into the plaid skirt just barely covering her knees. Her stocking-covered legs swung back and forth slightly, making the tiny gold cross hanging from her neck swing side to side across her young chest. He had to shake his head to break himself of the hypnotic motions of the shiney object, as susceptible as his speices was to such distractions. He smiled as he sat down next to her, slipping his arm around her shoulders as she leaned to him.
They talked for hours as they caught up with what each other had been doing. Dakota smiled as he listened to her go on and on about the school she had been living at since he had left. About how hard her classes were, but studied hard to keep the straight-A's their parents had been so proud of. About how she had quit ballet and started learning yoga instead. About how she had dated boys from another school once or twice, but never had a boyfriend. Mary, on the other hand, sat spellbound as she listened to her brother's stories of foreign countries and exciting places her brother had seen, giving a little kiss to the scar on his arm from where he got shot. She giggled as he pulled out his dogtags, as hypnotized by the shiney steel tags as he had been by her little gold cross. On and on they talked, neither getting tired of talking or hearing each other's voice, and before either had realized it, several hours had passed and the sun was setting outside. Mary gave Dakota's chest a nuzzle. "All the talking's made me thirsty. Can I get you something to drink too?" Dakota started to get up, but she placed her slender paws on his chest and gently pushed him back down. "Let me. I insist."
He smiled as he watched her get up. "There's water in the sink, and sodas in the 'fridge. Help yourself to whatever you want." He watched as she padded around behind the couch and into the kitchen, closing his eyes and leaning his head back in contentment. He could still smell her, slightly musky but clean and pleasant, bringing back warm memories of back home growing up with her. He opened his eyes after a few minutes when he felt her sit back down next to him, taking the glass she handed to him. It looked like orange juice, but he could easily smell the vodka in it, from the bottle he realized he probably should have hidden. He glanced down sternly at her when he smelled it coming from her glass as well. She smiled and giggled her adorable giggle. "I haven't been bad while you were gone, but I haven't been a saint either. Besides, what better night to celebrate? We're finally home, together."
"Well, I suppose a drink or two wouldn't hurt tonight. But you can be assured I won't let my baby sister be a delinquent."
She smiled and nodded, offering her glass up in a toast. "To Mom and Dad, and the family we used to have."
He raised his own and clinked her glass with his. "To you and me, and the family we have now." Silently she nodded, and they both drank down the contents of their glasses.
Several drinks later, Dakota couldn't help but be impressed at his little sister. Though she was several years younger and much smaller than he was, she had matched him drink for drink, and hardly seemed to have more than the pleasant buzz that he himself now had. The radio played quietly in the background, music from a CD that had been a favorite of his back when he was growing up. The reunion was turning out to be everything he had hoped it would be, the sight and scent and sound of his little sister bringing back all the fond memories of growing up that he had, along with the memories of faces he knew he would never see again. "Mary..." he inquired, "Do you think mom and dad would be proud of me? Seeing you after so long, I realize that you're almost all grown up now... and with Mom and Dad gone, I should have been there for you instead of away..." Her little arms quickly wrapped around his sides, holding him tightly in a warm hug. "You joined the military because you thought it was the right thing to do, right? It's not your fault that they wouldn't let you go to take care of me." She leaned up to give her big brother's cheek a tender kiss. "They would be very proud of who you are now, and would be happy that we're together again. I've waited so long to see you again, and I know you have too, right?"
He nodded enthusiastically. "I've missed you since the day I left, and after I found out about the accident, each day was torture, knowing that you were stuck at the school, with no one to take care of you." He smiled tenderly to her as she kissed his cheek again, lightly sliding from the couch to his lap so she could snuggle closer.
"What got you through it, Dakota?"
He smiled as he nuzzled between her ears. "Remembering what your smile looked like, remembering how pretty it sounded whenever you laughed. What about you?"
She bit her lower lip, thinking for a moment. She knew the exact memory that got her though each day, but she and Dakota hadn't been quite as close as they used to be after it happened, and she didn't want to drive them apart with it again. But she knew that she couldn't lie to him about it. "You remember the camping trip that we took? A few months before you left?" She felt him tense up as the memories came back to him as well, as hard as he had tried to suppress them. "How could I ever forget...."
*********************************************************************"It's not too heavy for you, is it?" Dakota asked his sister as he tightened the straps of the pack on her back. The two of them had always been close, but now that he was enlisting soon, this camping trip would be the last time they would have together, a week in the wilderness with just the two of them.
She giggled as she shook her head. "Uh-uh. It's just a little heavier than the backpack I take to school." Dakota would have been more than willing to carry himself everything they would need, but she insisted on helping, so he packed some clothes and food in her pack, while his pack had everything else they would need, from the small tent to the two light sleeping bags. He inhaled deeply the mountain air as he watched the sun start to rise over the horizon. The lake they would be camping at was almost a full day's hike into the mountains, so he knew they'd need to get an early start. He locked the doors to his truck where it was parked, and started leading his ten-year old sister to the trail that would take them to their destination. The day passed, as mile by mile they drew closer to their campsite. Mary was having the time of her life, running ahead to scout the trail, then running back to tell Dakota about the bird or animal or patch of wildflowers she had seen, skipping and dancing around him eagerly. The sun was low in the sky when they walked through the underbrush to a small clearing next to a lake. Mary gasped in wonder at the view, the red setting sun reflected off the surface of the water between a pair of mountain peaks. So entranced with the view she was, that she jumped in suprise when she felt her brother's paw on her shoulder. "Like the view?"
She nodded and gave his waist a tight hug. "It's beautiful here. Thank you for letting me come." He paused only long enough to ease the camping pack from his shoulders before kneeling down and returning the hug. "You wanna go get us some firewood while I start setting up camp?" She nodded eagerly as she doffed her own pack and dashed into the underbrush.
By the time she returned with an armfull of small sticks and branches, Dakota had the tent set up. "We'll eat some of the stuff we brought tonight, and tomorrow I'll teach you how to fish. It's been a long day, and I'm sure you're as tired as I am." Mary giggled and shook her head. "Not tired yet. But I'm hot from all the walking. I wanna go swimming in the lake." She didn't give her brother any chance to object before she started undressing. In the flash of an eye, her clothes were laying in a pile next to the tent and she was running to the water, as naked as the day she was born. Dakota chuckled and shook his head as he laid out the sticks, using a pack of matches to get the campfire going. "Come oooooon, Dakota! The water's warm enough. Come swimming with me!"
He laughed as he called out to her. "Alright, alright, just let me get the fire going first." Once satisfied that the fire wouldn't go out, he undressed himself and ran to join Mary in the lake. The water was cool, but not uncomfortably so, just enough to soak into his fur, easing the soreness out of his muscles from the hike. He grinned as Mary froliced in the water, diving down to the bottom and bringing back up smooth rocks and pebbles, giving them to her brother before diving back down for more. The sun had just set, the first stars starting to come out when Dakota walked out of the water to check the campfire. He put a few more sticks on to keep it burning, then turned back to Mary. She was standing up to her ankles in the lake in front of him. She was just looking at him now, her eyes wide with innocent curiosity as she looked at her big brother, just as naked as she was.. "And what do you think you're looking at, young lady?"
Mary replied with not a trace of embarassment in her voice. "I've never seen a boy naked before." She was also still unashamedly unclothed, her wet fur clinging to her slender body, all her babyfat gone and not yet having any of the curves she would eventually develop. There was just enough light left to highlight her simple, youthful beauty, stirring primal emotions from the deepest recesses of his mind. He shook his head as he tried to clear his head of such thoughts. She was his sister, and only ten years old, and even though the Endangered Species Act meant neither of those facts would be an issue as far as the law was concerned, he knew he shouldn't be thinking the thoughts that were coming to his head. She continuted to watch him. She had been taught the basics of sexual education in school, but hadn't ever really wondered about what it all meant until now. She pointed down at where his thoughts made him start to slip from his sheath. "That's what you use to mate girls with, isn't it? It's pretty."
He did a double-take at her question. "And just what would you know about all that?"
She glanced down between her own thighs. "I know a boy, puts that inside a girl here..." she pointed, "and if they love each other enough, he puts kits in her tummy." She tilted her head to the side as she asked him, "How much do they have to love each other? Would you put kits in me if we mated?"
Dakota couldn't believe what he was hearing, quickly shaking his head. "No, you're too young. And besides..."
Mary interrupted him with an upset huff and crossed her arms, in the same way she did anytime someone told her she was too little or young. "I am not!" she replied out of habit. "I want you to mate with me. I wanna see what it's like." Dakota cleared his throat and glared at her sternly. "Absolutely not. And that's my final word."
Mary, determined to have her way, decided to use her final trump card, the trick that had always worked so many times in the past with her brother and her parents in other matters. She sniffled quietly as she walked up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly, looking up at him with big teary eyes. "Please?" she asked, unaware that her warm body, slick with her wet fur, was pressing firmly against his arousal, the intense sensations washing away all resistance.
Not long after, the two of them were in the tent, Mary lying down on a spread-open sleeping bag, gazing lovingly up at her big brother as he hovered over her. She gasped and shivered as she felt him over her, feeling him rub and grind his cocktip against her untouched nethers, making her feel so warm and tingly in ways she has never known. Dakota reached for her little paw, gently holding it in his. "It's gonna hurt at first, but will feel better after, better than anything you've ever felt. Can you be brave for me?" She nodded, though was a little scared... she'd never heard anything about it hurting, but she trusted her brother completely. He felt her slender legs tighten slightly around his waist as slowly he started pressing into her, having to twist and grind to slowly force her open. He could feel her paw tighten on his with every high-pitched gasp, whimpering as her preteen body slowly but surely yielded to him, surrounding his tip with her tight, hot flesh. He could feel her hymen against his tip, and still he pressed in until with a tear, that too gave way.
Mary cried out as she gave her brother her cherry, twitching and thrashing underneath him as he went in as deep as her body let him, squeezing his paw as tightly as she could. Dakota's chest became wet with her tears as he held her against him, letting her recover for as long as she needed. Several minutes passed, the only sound he could hear were her gentle sobs, gradually fading to sniffles and whimpers. "It hurts..." she whined."
He nuzzled her between her ears. "I know, Mary. But the hurting's done. It's all nice from here." Her whimpers gradually faded to soft coos as he started rocking back and forth, in and out of her tiny cunny. She closed her eyes as the bliss and pleasure washed over her... this was feeling even nicer than before the hurting part. Her first climax came quickly, her beautiful voice ringing out with her cry of delight, twitching underneath him and squeezing with every muscle in her body. As hot and tight as she was, it had been difficult for him to hold back. The flash of heat and tightness from her orgasm was too much for him to bear. Dakota's voice joined Mary's as he came as well, pumping his hot seed deep into her immature little womb for what seemed like forever. By the time he had recovered, tired little Mary was fast asleep underneath him, still holding him inside her, her face happy and peaceful as she slept. *********************************************************************
"That was the happiest week of my life, Dakota. I lost count of how many times you mated with me, and you taught me so much." Mary's voice, older now than it was then but still as beautiful as ever, brought him back from his memories. "But when we got home, you were afraid to kiss or even hug me."
Dakota sighed. "You were too young. I should have known better than to do that with you, no matter how much we both enjoyed it." He gave her a tender hug, still sitting on his lap. "I loved you then, and I still love you just as much now. But I can't love you like that."
She slipped a paw behind his head, tilting his gaze down to look at her. He was shocked to see she was crying, her voice just starting to crack. "You want to know what got me through the past two years? It was knowing that someday I'd be able to come home to you. All I've wanted for so long was to come home and be your mate and start a family with you. Do you know how hard it was each time I went into heat, and how bad I felt afterwards just because I didn't have our kits growing inside me?" She pulled his head down to hers, closing her eyes as she pressed her lips to his, kissing her brother with all the desire and need for affection she had been saving up the past two years. Dakota was caught off-guard by her words, feeling them pierce deep into him, but was even more suprised at the kiss, and how deep and fierce it was. He could feel how much she loved him, as much as the love he had for her but had been suppressing ever since their camping trip ended. His own eyes slowly closed as his lips opened, caressing her lips and tongue with his own, tasting the sweet taste that was just her. She broke off the kiss as quickly as it had started, panting heavily. "I've never been with any other male, and I never will be. Even if we weren't endangered, I'd still be yours and yours alone, always."
He smiled as he ran his fingers through her silky hair. "I've wasted so much time... my sister... my beautiful little mate..." His voice trailed off as words failed him. With fluid grace she slipped out of his lap, eager fingers unbuttoning his shirt while his own tended to her blouse. In a matter of seconds, Mary crawled back onto his lap just as naked as he was. He let out a deep moan of approval as he gazed upon her, just as beautiful as she had been that first night, though now blossomed into a young adult, her slender breasts as perfect as the curve of her hips and rear as she straddled his lap. Whether it was the shiney gold cross dangling between her breasts or the slender mounds themselves, Dakota stared transfixed at the female his sister had grown up to be. With a light giggle, she reached to his paws and brought them up to cup her small, exquisite chest. "Didn't have these the last time I rode that cock of yours, did I?" she gasped, cooing and moaning gently at his wonderful touch.
He grinned to her as slowly he rolled and massaged her, eagerly feeling his sexy little sister up. "So eager to break in the bed with your new mate, hmm?" Her enthusiastic nod was all the answer he needed. He slipped an arm under her legs and effortlessly lifted her up, carrying her to his bedroom and gently laying her down on the bed. Slender arms and legs gently wrapped around him as he crawled on top of her, feeling her so warm and close against him. She insistantly squeezed with her legs, bringing him close enough for her to feel his hot, bare flesh against hers. "I've been waiting for this... for so long..."
He lowered his muzzle to hers, kissing her gently but deeply, churring deep in his chest as he slowly pushed his eager length into her body, groaning as he felt her soft, tight flesh engulfing him. Maybe it was his imagination, or maybe it was because she hadn't had a male since him, but she was just as hot and tight as she was all those years ago. He started to rock his hips, but she quickly broke off the kiss. "Stop... not yet... just let me savor it, a little longer." Dakota nodded and lowered himself back down to her, just resting over her, gazing at the expression on his sister's face. Her eyes were closed, her breaths slow and steady as she felt him inside her, feeling every vein and contour as the emptiness that had been with her for so long was finally filled. After many minutes, Mary's lips sought out Dakota's once more, kissing him with all the passion and desire she had inside her. He responded with an eager growl, kissing back as once again he started rocking his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her. Each thrust was met with a squeeze of her legs, lifting her up to him and clenching tightly on his cock. Both were amazed at how perfect the fit was, his tip nudging her cervix each time her soft folds kissed his sheath. The two ferret's black-tipped tails wrapped around each other as the pace grew faster, making Mary moan with each wonderful thrust.
Dakota was suprised when their eyes met, hers filled with a fire he had never seen in her before as she pressed her hips hard to his, her claws digging into his back. "Unf.... harder, Dakota... fuck me hard and make me yours..." she moaned, her claws dragging across his skin, as if to punish him for leaving her unfulfilled for so long. He lowered his muzzle to her shoulder, closing his jaws on her scruff. She gasped as she felt his mating hold, feeling his teeth as sharply as he felt her claws, squirming underneath him as she felt him drive home. The bed was protesting with the growing force of his thrusts, squeaking almost as loudly as Mary was moaning her brother's name, begging for his seed. He groaned into her scruff as he felt her cum hard, squeezing his cock to tightly it was almost painful as their union became soaked with her musky fluids. With suprising strength, she pushed him over and rolled on top of him, her claws leaving trails in the fur of his chest as she sat up, her climax hardly subsided as she started riding him as hard as he had been driving into her. Dakota's mind reeled at the sensations, watching her perfect breasts bounce with each ride, watching his pink flesh drive into hers over and over, eagerly submitting to the desires of the savage animal his sweet little sister had become. When she reached behind herself, down to his sac, the feel of her fingers massaging his heavy balls was the final straw. His hips raised off the bed, lifting her up high as spurt after spurt of his hot spunk pumped up into her body. Feeling her brother fill her with his fire was more than enough to make Mary climax again, the strong muscles of her cunny milking his seed up into her womb where it belonged.
The both collapsed to the bed as one, little Mary sprawled atop of her brother as they both gasped and panted for breath, breathing in the scent of each other's passion. Mary's blue eyes gazed into Dakota's brown, trembling as she felt his paws caressing her back and rear, her muscles jumping at each touch. "Thank you..." she moaned. "Six years, I've been waiting for this... goddess, I've been needing you so badly..." He smiled at her words, giving her behind a gentle squeeze. "We'll rest, for now. We have the rest of our lives, to make up for lost time..." She nodded in agreement, giving his cock a gentle squeeze inside her as she snuggled in, the scent of Dakota's musk the last thing she knew before sleep took her in her brother's arms. Dakota stayed awake, just watching his sleeping sister for over an hour, until sleep finally overcame him as well.
Dakota yelped and sat up in his bed, panting heavily as the nightmares shocked him out of sleep, as they had for so long, his claws tearing at the sheets in the few seconds of disorientation. He could feel his fur damp with sweat, his pulse racing as he fought to calm himself down. Seeing how she was still on top of him, Mary was also woken up by his thrashing. "Dakota..." she asked, her voice soft and concerned. "Are you alright? What's the matter?"
He closed his eyes as he laid back down on the bed. "Nothing, Mary... just some bad dreams. I'm alright." He rested a paw on the back of her head, caressing gently as her arms hugged tight around him. "You're shivering... and you're soaked. You don't seem alright to me."
"It's alright. Just... let's just go back to sleep."
Mary shook her head. "No... you're soaked with sweat. It's not healthy to go back to sleep like this." She leaned up to give his lips a tender, gentle kiss, then slipped off of him and out of the bed. "Just wait here, I'll take care of you." She opened the door to the bedroom and turned on the hallway light, giving him a loving smile before leaving his view. He quietly rested in the bed, hearing her pad about but unable to tell what she was up to. It was about ten minutes before she returned, the sight of her beautiful lithe form standing in the doorway, lit from behind, bringing a smile to him. Silently she entered and took both his paws in hers, gently tugging him from the bed. She held snugly onto both his paws, walking backwards as she led him to the bathroom.
He smiled when he saw the hot bath she had drawn for him, needing no further encouragement to ease himself into the hot, steamy water. He could feel it soak through his fur, relaxing him after his nightmares. Mary gave him another kiss, stroking his ears. "Just relax for a few minutes. I'll be right back." She turned off the lights as she left, the only light provided being from a few candles she had lit, casting a subtle flowery fragrance through the room. As she had said, it was only a few minutes later before Mary returned, not saying a word to him as she slipped into the tub with him, straddling his lap and pressing her body to his, slowly rubbing his sex with hers. When he was aroused enough, she slowly took him into herself with a soft coo, resting her head on his chest and listening to his steady heartbeat. "No more nightmares..." she whispered. "Nothing to be afraid of. We're together again, and that's all that matters."
Dakota shivered again, but this time, not because of his dreams. Her hips remained perfectly still against his, but he could still feel her inner muscles working, squeezing and milking at his cock from the base to the tip. He blinked curiously down to her, which she responded with a merry giggle. "I told you I've been learning yoga. I'll have to show you what else I can do." She winked at him, then returned her head to his chest, keeping the flexing of her muscles in perfect rhythm with his heartbeat.
Dakota sighed in utter bliss. He felt as if he still must have been dreaming. The hot water he was immersed in, the scented candles perfectly complementing his sister's natural musk, the feel of her warm, soft body against his, mated together while she massaged his cock with her body, each and every sensation coming together in perfection. So sublime was it that he didn't even feel his loins tightening until the instant of his peak, the slow, gentle orgasm warming every muscle of his body as his seed flowed into her. Mary sighed pleasantly as she felt it, his essence far warmer than the water of the bath, like a golden coal deep in her belly. She continued the massaging squeezes, quickening them when his pulse sped up to the peak, then slowing them as his heartbeat returned to normal, her head rising and falling with his chest with every slow, deep breath. Mary had changed the sheets while Dakota first got in the tub. When they returned to the bed, they slept in each other's arms. Dakota never had nightmares again.
Six months later...
"Dakota... Dakota... wake up!"
Dakota stirred for a few moments, hearing Mary's voice and feeling her paws shaking him. Eventually his eyes opened and he sat up, rubbing the sleep from them. He glanced at the clock, and saw it was only a few hours past midnight. "Is something wrong, Mary?" She smiled and shook her head as she reached for Dakota's wrist, guiding his paw to rest on her swollen tummy. A loving smile was brought to Dakota's face when he felt what she had woken him up for, feeling the gentle thuds of their child kicking from inside her.
Side by side they laid, their fingers entwined and resting on her belly, feeling their kit's kicking until morning.
So many things twisted and wrong with this story, but damn if I didn't enjoy writing it.