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Kaitlyn Cannis pulled her puttering little Subaru into the driveway of the cookie cutter suburban 2 story 3 bedroom house she'd called home for the first 18 years of her life. The wolf girl's plucky little faded green hatchback was packed full of all the things a college girl would bring home for her first winter break, namely her lap-top, her favorite stuffed giraffe, and several trash bags full of laundry to be done. She twisted off the ignition and listened to her car sputter off with a few semi-alarming clanging grunts that put a fond smile on her muzzle as she patted the steering wheel in congratulations for making 200+ mile trip from the prestigious Furbright University back out into the sleepy little bedroom community of Canterville. Kaitlyn or "Kaity" to her friends stepped out and stretched, knuckling her back with both paws balled into fierce little fists and bowing her lithe form in a dramatic backwards arch. She caught her reflection in the car window and smiled with mild satisfaction. At 5'3" the athletic grey and white wolfess had managed to keep the freshman 15 tamped down to a reasonable freshman 5, preserving her narrow waist and pert little breasts. Her silvery hair hung natural and loose down to her shoulder blades framing her slender muzzle and highlighting her storm-cloud grey eyes. Even in a loose fitting T-shirt and jeans she looked good. It bothered her more than a little that she cared so intensely about her looks given who those looks would be seen by here in a few moments. Her parents' cars were not in evidence, which didn't surprise Kaitlyn at all, they wouldn't be home for many hours, but parked on the curb in front of the house was her brother, Ethan's, blood red '91 Mustang. Her eyes narrowed and her stormcloud eyes began to storm even more intently as her jaw clenched. Good, _He's home. _ she thought through gritted mental teeth. She had a bone to pick with that asshole. She left her possessions snug in the Subaru as she stormed towards the front door..rather stormily.

Ethan Cannis lay supine on his twin sized bed in the room that had been his since he'd been a boy. At 6'1" and 220 lbs he'd been slightly less successful than his little sister in maintaining a slender youthful physique. He'd always been slightly more heavy set and Kaity had always been more active in athletics. Where her hair was almost metallic silver and hung down to her shoulder blades, his was a dark brown, almost black, kept short and narrow atop his lupine head. It gave him the appearance of having a pronounced widows peak that suited his semi-handsome features in a rakish almost villainous sort of way, at least in his opinion. Despite those slight differences no one seeing the siblings beside each other would doubt for an instant they were closely related. His slate grey eyes were a slightly lighter hue to Kaitys but other than that the shade of their coloring and pattern of their markings, dark grey in the back and lightening to snow white on their fronts, were uncannily similar, right down to the little swirls of grey that decorated their white chest fur in identical spots. Jeans and grey t-shirts seem to be the order of the day for the Cannis kids and Ethan lounged in a set, his feet bare and his paws wrapped around a controller currently guiding the progress of little blue robot man with a cannon arm as he hopped platforms and blasted rogue robots into composite pieces on the LCD wide screen at the foot of his bed. He'd failed to hear the car pull up but he heard the front door slam shut and the pounding sound of sneaker shod foot-paws ascending the stairs. "Ah," he informed the little blue robot man on the screen. "Hurricane Kaity approaches."

The room was laid out simply, 15 feet across from the door was the room's only window under which stood a writing desk and its accompanying chair. A desk lamp and laptop sitting atop the walnut brown surface. Between the desk and the right wall stood a single bookcase filled with textbooks, magazines, a few trophies and the occasional old comic, boarded and sleeved. Another similarly adorned book self stood perpendicular to that one pressed against the right wall with barely a foot of space between them. After that was a side table holding a lamp and an alarm clock, then the headboard of his twin sized bed, another side table currently supporting a black backpack with a tiny little Voltron dangling from the zipper, a space of wall holding a few framed certificates and then an anti-Kaity-kick laundry basket. sat immediately to the right of the door. The left side of the room had the door to his closet, an entertainment stand supporting his 50' TV along with various gaming consoles underneath arranged in chronological order like an electronic homage to"The Progress of Man'" showcasing the last 16 years of video game evolution and finally another bookshelf this one exclusively filled with constructed models of various types ranging from the simple P-51 Mustang to the more elaborate detailed INS _Yamato, _a Klingon Bird-of-Prey swooping down on a Gundam standing next to a Lego Millenium Falcon. Ehtan's Nerd -Fu on full and unabashed display. A valley of blue carpet between the foot of his bed and the television allowed entrance to the back of the room with the bookshelves and desk. It was a cozy room that felt well lived in and smelled a bit like Febreeze.

Ethan smirked softly but did not take his eyes from the screen, continuing to play his game, even as the door, which had been left open a crack, was kicked all the way open. The assaulted egress flew wide and would have slammed into the wall had it not been for a laundry basket that may or may not have been left strategically placed specifically to stop such an event. The door rebounded bouncing back at the entering wolfess who raised her paw just in time to block it from smacking her square in the gob. Momentarily rebuffed but utterly undeterred by the rebounding portal, Kaity caught the edge of the door and continued to push her way into the room, stopping one step inside the threshold to cross her arms and glare at her insouciant brother. 'I am so fucking mad at you." she growled out through fangs gritted so hard the tendons of her neck popped out clearly through her fur.

"Oh?" her brother replied mildly, his tongue moving from the word to stick the side of his muzzle in an expression of concentration and he tilted his whole body as he guided Mega Man through a particularly difficult double jump. "And...why's that?"

"Because I fucked Tyler." She replied with a whole mouthful of venom and accusation dripping from her tone. On the screen Mega Man died an ignoble death, falling into a pit full of spikes. A few moments later the little blue bot reappeared blinking and a number in the upper left hand corner of the screen ticked down by one. She had been referring, he assumed, to her current boyfriend, a fairly attractive panther sophomore at Fur U studying economics. Ethan had seen pictures of his sister hanging out with the feline posted on her Furbook page and his emotions had been...mixed. Tyler was the second of his sister's "serious" boyfriends, the first had been Keith Cervin, the stag running back for Canterville High. Ethan had hated Keith. He'd hated him all the more because he hadn't actually had a good reason to hate him. Keith, other than having the stupid name Keith, had been an absolute delight. Charismatic, humble, and far more intelligent than a jock had any business being. As far as he knew, Keith had treated his sister in nothing less than the most gentlemanly and considerate manner, never boasting about 'conquering' her even though Ethan knew for a fact he had, or cheating around on her even though he'd had plenty of opportunity. Keith hadn't even thrown up a fuss when Kaity had unceremoniously dumped him on his ass their senior year. Admittedly, Ethan liked him a bit better after that, but he had already left to study industrial engineering at Packwell A&T by then, so he'd been a bit out of the loop only managing to make it home every other weekend or so. It was a much shorter trip than his sister's 200+ mile sojourn but still a bit of a drive. Oddly enough, their mother hadn't liked Keith much either. Ethan could never figure out why, their father had adored the guy and had acted like he'd lost a child himself when they'd broken up.

"Ok..." the wolf boy replied phlegmatically. "...congrats?" He deliberately didn't rise to the bait, aggressively paying attention to his video game though his grip had tightened on the controller ever so slightly, his concentration more than a little rattled. This wasn't the sort of thing sisters typically told their brothers about.

Keeping her arms crossed over her chest and a pissed off expression on her face, Kaitlyn leaned her back against the door jam and continued to glare at her brother. "We'd just gotten back from the Kappa Lambda Psi party." She continued, not responding to his begrudging felicitations. "and no I wasn't drunk......much" she admitted powering on. "By the time things got going there were couples making out everywhere, in the rooms, on the sofa's, even in the damn bathroom. It was crazy and more than a little hot. I was getting bothered and I'm not one for PDA so I asked him if we could get out of there and we left. He took me back to his dorm room, his roomate had gone home for the weekend, so we had the room to ourselves. He was so damn handsome.... and I was so damn horny. " she snarled angrily. Her delivery more than a tad incongruous to the subject matter. Kait finally took her accusing eyes off her brother to lean her head back against the door jam and continue her narration to the ceiling. "I threw him down on his bed and practically ripped off his pants... I knew he liked me, I mean... obviously but seeing the stark proof of it poking up all proud and pink... god that felt good. My mouth couldn't have been watering more if you'd offered me a steak after a 10 k run." Her voice slowly lost its hostility, slipping into a tone of wistfulness as she became lost in the erotic memory. Meanwhile, on the television screen, Mega Man died again, shot in the face by a random copter mook. "I'm not too proud to admit, I pounced... I slurped him down like a quickie mart slushy. There on my knees in front of him. I sucked that pretty feline manhood like I was worshiping the world's most perfect lollipop. They say kitty cocks are barbed but this one most certainly was not.. smooth, silky... perfect..." Her wistful tone drifted off for a few moments. Ethan determinedly did not look at her, his expression stony, his jaw clenched. For a moment he thought she was done assaulting his psyche with images of his sister in lustful abandon. He was, of course, wrong. "I'd have finished him like that, you know, drank down everything he had to give until it came out of my ears, but I wanted him inside me so bad. I popped my muzzle off that lovely kitty cock, leaving it glistening with my spit and quivering in what I can only guess was mournful anguish at the loss of my loving mouth." The wolfess licked her lips slowly, her head was still back but she was peering at her brother out of the corner of her eye, his stoney expression turning stormy, he continued to stubbornly say nothing, feigning focus on his game. But Kaity could see Mega Man had just spent the last 30 seconds trying to run through a wall. Ehtan's eyes were open but she suspected that what he was seeing wasn't a spunky little video game character. "So I crawled atop him, kicking off my pants.. I hovered over him and told him to fuck me." The wolfess sighs and shakes her head. "No, let's be honest... I begged... your sister begged her strong, panther boyfriend to roll her over and fuck her." Ethan emitted a slight growling sound of acknowledgement, but gave no other indication he was listening so Kaitlyn continued. "And he did." She continued her muzzle curling into a vicious snarl. "Oh God did he. I was there on my back, legs in the air as that powerful young male lay over me, pushing into me, spreading me, filling me." Kaitlyn exhaled loudly. "I'm telling you, Eeth, those cats can fuuuuuuck. I mean canines got that jack hammer thing going, but those felines, such power and such a steady rhythm and no knot to get in the way.. I could take all of him from the start, every thrust.. every bit of him inside me, his hips pressing against my hips, his lips pressing against my lips. He did everything right. " her sigh was a little mournful. "He even warned me... growled in my ear, "Kaity...I'm gonna cum.' He even tried to pull out, such a gentleman." her lips curled into a sly mocking smile. "I didn't let him, of course. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck and snarled into his ear. "inside me." At this point Ethan's knuckles were turning white and the poor little controler in his paws emitted a creaking sound of structural strain. "He did, and I did... I came as he poured his cum into me.. as he grunted and moaned my name into my ear, I came, Ethan." The wolfess pushed herself off the frame of the door against which she'd leaned on throughout the majority of the recitation of her lewd saga and stalked to the edge of his bed. "I came..." Her voice once again rang in the strident of anger. "and ...It. Was. Nice!" She screamed at him, her paws clenched into fists by her side, her entire form trembling with rage.

Ethan finally blinked, the lewd images flashing across the vision of his mind dissipating, blown away by her screaming in his face, the mental fog clearing to reveal a very pissed off teenage wolfess. Her storm cloud eyes roiling like actual storm clouds, Ethan arched an eyebrow he could swear he saw lightning flash in those depths. "And...that's a problem?" Her emotions finally forcing a response from the taciturn wolf. His voice was a bit raspy, failing to sound as nonchalant as he hoped.

"Yes it's a fucking problem! It was 'nice'.. not amazing, not spectacular, not mind blowing, toe curling, life alteringly climactic. " She spoke in a slow growl as if explaining something very simple to a complete moron. "Just.. NICE!"

"And.. you're angry at me about it?" Ethan asked in a tone of quizzical bewilderment, the controller held loosely now in a slack grip.

"Of course I'm angry at You about it, It's your fault!" She looked at the stupid bewildered expression on her stupid bewildered brother's stupid bewildered face and with a snarl slapped the controller out of his paws, the plastic rhomboid bouncing off the bed and onto the carpeted floor.

"Wha..Why?" He asked beginning to sit up after she'd slapped the controller out of his hands. She didn't give him a chance to finish sitting up. She grabbed the front of his t-shirt with both paws and pushed him back down vaulting atop him like a hobby horse, her ass slamming down atop his abdomen hard enough to push the wind from his lungs with a loud "Oooof!" The bed let out an alarming squeak before the springs grudgingly adapted to the new pressure.

"Because He wasn't YOU!" She snarled, small paws still thoroughly entwined in her brother's shirt she pulled herself down almost like she was about to head butt him. Just as her head came crashing down she turned her face and placed a vicious, desperate kiss against her brother's stupid muzzle. She hungrily devoured his slack lips, rasping her tongue along his pointed fangs even as her savage wolven growl transformed into a soul pained moan of longing and frustration. Something inside the young wolfess broke loose, the storm cloud of her eyes had thundered with the promise of rain, and now they delivered, tears slipping free to get caught in the fur of her cheeks as she tasted her brother's lips for the first time in 5 agonizing months. That slender, powerful little body that had quaked with unfeigned rage now trembling with a cocktail of needful lust, desperate longing, unadulterated desire and.. well unfeigned rage.

Ethan's confusion and budding anger melted away into shock and rueful realization. Mentally he kicked himself, he should have understood from the start. He knew how she rode the edge of anger and passion, strapping her consciousness to a comet of high emotion and throwing herself at the world. But she knew him too and she'd deliberately inflamed his jealousy to short circuit his critical thinking skills, the crafty little bitch. His heart thudded, swelling with affection and a dawning sense of understanding.

Years earlier they had crossed that darkly fascinating line from rival siblings that constantly fought, argued and snipped at each other, to rival siblings that constantly fought, argued and snipped at each other while taking every conceivable opportunity to fuck like rabbits. In all those years he'd never known a love as deep or an attraction as deliciously twisted as that which he shared with his little sister. He just never suspected she might suffer a similar intensity of affliction. A foolish oversight considering how similar they were in so many other ways. His arms encircled his trembling sister, holding her tightly against the inner storm of emotions that roared through her, his return kiss was more gentle, soft and loving, welcoming her back into her brother's arms. Despite his restraint his kiss was no less hungry, desirous and full of barely contained passion built up over months of deprivation for he had missed her so badly it had actually made his tummy hurt.. or maybe that's where she'd slammed into it. Eh.. either way he adored her and he poured that adoration into that delicious kiss. Their kiss lasted two solid glorious moan filled minutes before Kaity finally broke it to curl her head against her brother's chest, tears still flowing down her cheek. Ethan reached over, his paw gentle as he thumbed away one of those tears. "It's alright Kaity... I love you too."

"Fuck you.." she snorted half sobbing half laughing.

Ethan gently slid a paw under her chin, lifting her gaze to his own. "No... I'm serious.." he murmured. "I do love you."

Kaity met her brother's soulful gaze, his deep, abiding earnest affection, the love shining from his silvery eyes, her own expression one of intense need and vulnerability so of course she snarled up at him. "So am I." Her paw that had been caressing his chest shifted from gentle to forceful, shoving her brother down into the mattress even as it pushed her upward to sit astride her his lap. She felt his semi stiff maleness against her backside, even through the two separate layers of jeans she could feel the heat of his growing arousal. She smirked knowing that her gratuitously detailed story and her kiss had had the desired effect on her brother's biology. Grinding her firm ass against his trapped stiffness in long rolling circles, she enjoyed watching the glimpses of pained pleasure that flickered across her brother's face. The sultry wolfess gripped the bottom of her T-shirt pulling it upwards over her head and throwing it down beside the bed, moments later her bra followed revealing her pert little perfect B cups to her brother's increasingly lustful eyes. "I will Fuck You."

Ethan adored his sister's aggression. Her brazen ardor was one of the many things he had never found in another person. Throughout their lives he had always been the stalwart sense of calm that anchored her brilliant fire. The shore against which her fury broke, the eye around which she swirled, the rock against which the storm would beat. Where Kaitlyn rode her emotions bareback, barely bridled and hardly tamed, galloping through the spaces of the world like a savage princess. Her brother, in comparison, hoarded his passions like a miserly dragon, carefully schooling his emotions behind a façade of calm stoicism, letting the world flow around him, controlling not the wind but adjusting his sails. Their duality worked well, very well in fact, but despite his outward calm the young male wolf felt as deeply and ferociously for his sister as she did for him and there was only so much stoking of his inner fire he could take. His gaze flared as he watched his sister bare her torso, his eyes moving over the almost pure white fur of her chest, over the little gray areola and the eraser pink nipples that poked up through her downy fur. The sight of that gorgeous form was too much and his cool demeanor collapsed with a lustful grunt. He slipped his arms around her waist, his abs muscles tightening as he pulled himself upwards, desperately burying his muzzle against sisters bared breasts, already kissing and nuzzling her tender flesh, his fangs scraping along the skin of her chest before his drooling maw engulfed half her right breast, his tongue slathering hungrily over the girl's pert nipple.

His sister caught his head in her slender arms, cradling it against her even as she sucked air through clenched fangs. The sensation of her brother's mouth against her tender flesh making her head swim like a shot of top shelf tequila. She smiled half drunk on pleasure and power having won another little victory; breaking her brother's composure in record time. Apparently 5 months without his little sister was too much for the stoic wolf to bear either. Ethan panted desirous heat against his sister's breasts, switching from one to the other with barely enough time to take a breath between taking her tiny, perfect nipples into his salivating muzzle. "God damn, I've missed you." he moaned after a minute of wonderfully savoring his sister's chest. He stared up into her eyes, nuzzling his cheek against the now dampened fur of her breast, his wrists clasped behind the small of her back keeping him upright and her pulled snuggly against him.

Kaity smiled softly down at him and brushed his head fur. "Rules." she reminded him with a smirk.

"Ah right." Ethan replied, returning his sister's soft smirk with a wry smile of his own. "God damn, your brother's missed you." He reiterated making the appropriate correction.

Kaity shuddered and clasped his head, pulling his muzzle against her breast again, wanting to feel more of his lustful lips upon her. "Better.." she cooed softly as she trailed a paw from his head down the nape of his neck, the tips of her fingers lightly brushing the between his shoulder blades. "Suck your sister's hard little nipples" She purred into his ear. Years previous both of them had, by mutual agreement, begun having sexual relationships with other furs. There had been some jealousy, true. A fact which Kaity continued to exploit even to this day, but mostly what they'd found was that no matter how good the sex was with others.. it was always just a little better between the two of them. It wasn't just that she loved him more, or that years of experience had taught him just how and where to touch her to send trills of pleasure coursing through her canine form. While both of those things were true they were not the whole of it. No. A part of it was that she simply loved the thought of crossing that taboo line. She liked that her lover was her own brother, and she liked being reminded of it. Unsurprisingly, being her apparent soul mate, her brother wholeheartedly agreed, and so they'd settled upon some simple rules. The first among them was, of course, they told no one of their incestuous activities. (The first rule of incest club, as it were.) The second rule was that when they were together engaged in their rampant sex play, there was no "I' or "me." Instead each referred to themselves by their relationship to the other. Entwining their very identities with their role in the incestuous affair. Taking every opportunity to remind themselves and each other that what they were doing was dark, what they were doing was forbidden, what they were doing was incestuous and what they were doing was utterly delicious for all those reasons.

Ethan whimpered against his sister's chest, the pleasure of touching her, the erotic thrill of her soft moans and the scent/taste of her fur had at last made the confines of his jeans unbearably tight around his swelling manhood. Kaity squirmed in his lap, smiling wickedly down at him, quite aware of his predicament. "Mmm ... seems someone missed their little sister." She kissed the top of his head, then between his eyes, the top of his muzzle before putting a soft lingering kiss across his lips. "Sister is going to say, 'Hi'." She pushed her brother back down onto his bed, his arms slipping from around her waist as he fell back against the pillow, eyes half lidded, a grimace of mild discomfort warring with a flickering smile at the loveliness of his sister's kiss. Kaity patted her brother's chest before rolling off him. She kicked her sneakers off and stood at the foot of his bed reaching up to grab the sides of her brother's jeans. Ethan lifted his hips and unfastened the button, eager to be free of the straining pressure. The young she wolf grabbed both his jeans and the boxers beneath dragging them together down her brother's legs, pausing for only a moment as his hard, dark red canine shaft came bouncing free of its denim confines. Storm grey eyes widened at the sight of that beloved cock. Even as Ethan was exhaling in relief, his sister's mouth was beginning to water in anticipation. She dragged her brother's pants most of the way off the rest of his legs, too distracted now to finish the job she left the bunched fabrics hanging from one ankle, her now narrowed eyes remaining hungrily fixed on his manhood.

The wolf boy shifted back a little at his sister's predatory gaze but he had no avenue of retreat, even as the slender young wolfess climbed onto the foot of the bed between his legs, stalking towards her sighted prey, attention laser focused. "Uh..." he began as she arrived to hover of his up thrust manhood but before he could say more his sister pounced, her falling like a headsman's axe and engulfing the entire length of her brother's cock in one slavring gulp. Ethan yelped and bucked against the headboard as every nerve along his cock was suddenly triggered all at once in a sensation too overwhelming to be called pleasure. "Gaah!" He articulated as he tensed expecting a sudden onslaught of slurp induced stimulation. Instead Kaity simply stayed where she was, on her hands and knees, her paws on her brother's thighs, her muzzle fully wrapped around his quivering maleness. In that sultry muzzle her brother's shaft sweltered in the damp heat, her lips pressed against his knot, the tip of him nestled lightly against the back of her throat. And she just ..stayed there, eyes closed as she breathed softly through her nose, her exhalations stirring the fur of her brother's groin. Occasionally she would give the slightest suckle, like a baby with a pacifier shoved in its mouth, drinking back the desirous saliva that pooled around the junction of his knot and her lips. "Uh.. " Ethan repeated. "Kaity..." He trailed off as his sister lifted one paw extending it upwards along his body in the general direction of his face, one finger raised in the international sign of just-a-second, informing him that this was a private moment between her and his penis and his involvement was neither needed nor desired. Properly rebuffed Ethan lay back on his bed, peering down the length of his torso at the lovely silver maned wolfess moaning sweet secret nothings to his manhood. With a shrug Ethan took the opportunity to flick his pants the rest of the way off before reaching down to gently stroke his paw lovingly though his sister's hair. This was, apparently, considered an acceptable amount of interference and his sister's forestalling paw dropped to caress his belly fur idly as she continued her gentle suckle.

After an oddly peaceful minute or so, Kaity tightened her muzzle on her brother's cock, eliciting a moan of mingled surprise and pleasure. Kaity slowly drew her head up along his shaft, her cheeks pulled inward by the pressure of her suction until the tapered head of his cock sprang free of her lips with an audible "pop!" "Ah.." she said, giving that dark red rod and gentle lick. "I've missed you too." She whispered. Her little tet-a-tet with her brother's penis apparently resolved for the time being the wolfess crawled backwards, dragging the paw that was on her brother's belly down his abs, his mons, around the base of his upright cock, gently over his fur clad testicles before raking her claws down his inner thigh. Ethan gave out a slightly mournful moan that shifted to an amorous growl as his sister pulled away. He propped himself up on his elbows watching her slide off the end of the bed, landing lightly on her feet. Feeling her brother's gaze upon her the young she wolf gave him a sultry little smile, as she moved her paws down her body, caressing her own recently be-muzzled breasts, pinching her nipples still wet with fraternal saliva. She ran her paws down her taut little tummy, her slender grabbable hips before unfastening the button of her own jeans and slipping her thumbs into the band. Artfully she bent over slowly, pushing her jeans down her legs until her head almost met her knees, leaving her brother a view of her grey furred back, the pattern of her spine rising up the stretch of her body ending in a fluffy grey tail that waved above her like sea grass in shifting winds. Her yoga bend complete, she gave her brother the privilege of watching her wiggle her upturned back side as she stepped out of her jeans and lifted herself upright revealing all her glory save the small but very important patch that was covered by her panties. Ethan's eyes narrowed in an almost perfect mirror of his sister's earlier glare when she'd spied his freshly freed manhood. He immediately noticed two things, one his sister's panties were a thin shiny silver that matched her hair, or they would have been shiny and silver had it not been for the second thing he noticed, that they were utterly drenched in his sister's aroused nectar, turning the grey shiny fabric a dark storm cloud grey that more matched her eyes than her hair. Those panties were far more drenched than could be explained by the last few minutes of impassioned canoodling. The sight hit him moments before the scent, his sensitive snout keyed over the years to that wondrous smell of his little sister's arousal. The scent slammed into his brain like a freight train, smashing through the frontal cortex, through the cerebrum and any other part of his mind capable of conscious thought or the exercise of restraint before getting lodged firmly in his hind brain, triggering his most primal desires. Without conscious regard he growled at her, sitting up again as if it were his turn to pounce which, in all fairness, it kind of was.

Kaity's heart almost stopped at the look of burning desire on her brother's face. Her entire form tensing from the sensation of her mate, stalking her, preparing to pounce and ravish her small, eager little body. Her already soaked panties getting another little dribble of feminine dew barely wicked away by the already saturated fabric. She licked her lips and almost let him pounce her. Instead as he advanced to the edge of the bed she backed up against the TV, almost tipping it over against the wall, her eyes locked on her brothers. There was only one choice when faced with a dominant male about to claim what was his by right. She had to be aggressive. Fortunately, she was good at that. "Whoa boy.." she said, stepping forward. "These things are drenched because of you." She bent down again, this time swiftly as she stepped out of the soaked undergarment. She stood back up just as fast, her sopping panties now dangling from her finger. Ethan's brain was torn, his eyes flicking between the garment and the freshly revealed sex. Kaity angled her thighs to block his sight of the latter leaving his attention focused on her fingers and the treasure dangling there from. "I had to drive four hours." She growled "Four whole damn hours, Ethan, daydreaming of this moment. Imagining that look in your eyes and the feeling of having my own brother inside me again. You made this happen." She threw the panties in his face. Throughout her little tirade Ethan had watched his sister through narrowed eyes, his body perched on all fours on the edge of his bed. The only thing keeping him from a leaping pounce was the fact that doing so would crash them both into (and probably through) the television and while, in the calculous of his scent fevered mind, pouncing and ravishing the sexy little wolfess would be well worth the price of smashing a 50" LCD, he might actually hurt her in the process and that prospect was enough stay his hand if only just. So riveted was his attention on the panties swaying hypnotically from his sister's paw that their sudden movement and release in his direction triggered his canine instincts and he bit them out of the air like a dog being fed a treat by its master. His fangs sank into the fabric and the pheromone laden cloth touched his tongue filling his muzzle with the delicious flavor of his sister's arousal so intensely it left him momentarily overwhelmed.

A moment was all his sister needed, and taking advantage of her brother's imbalance the lithe little wolfess counter pounced. Her paws slamming into his shoulder and her full weight barreling him over in the exact way he'd wanted to do to her only moments before. Ethan fell back bouncing on his bed for what the third.. fourth time? He was beginning to feel a bit resentfully like a basketball. Of course most basketballs don't have their horny little sisters kneeling atop them so his resentment was somewhat mitigated. Kaity grinned down at him, and he glared up at her, most of the girl's panties still in his mouth. "We're doing this my way, darling brother." she murmured in a soft sultry voice of triumph. He held his sister's gaze and then slowly and with great deliberation started chewing. This had the paired benefits of squeezing more of her flavor to flow along his tongue and also kind of pissing her off. Kaity growled at him and quickly leaned down to bite the exposed bit off her own panties, snarling and wrestling with her brother over the scrap of fabric like, well two dogs fighting over a bone, their faces bumping into each other, their saliva spraying against one another's cheeks until finally, their lips pressed together in a perverse reenactment of Lady and the Tramp. The siblings tongues wrestled against each other as well, fighting over the now thoroughly sodden undergarment. Kaity moaned at the eroticism of it all, typically when she tasted her own sex on her brother's lips it was due to a more direct application of his muzzle to her tender cunny and not because she was struggling with him over a pair of her panties saturated over hours thinking about him. Ethan kissed his sister back passionately, his paws lifting up to grasp her slender waist. After a few moments of savoring her lips he pulled away suddenly taking the panties with him. He spit them off to the side out of her reach. "Mine." He said triumphantly up at her having finally won at least some small victory.

Kaity pouted in defeat, flipping her hair back over her left shoulder while watching her brother's smug, panty scented smirk of triumph. Her pout of defeat slowly morphed into a mischievous little smile as she reached down between their bodies and wrapped her small paw around her brother's cock, giving it a good, longing, squeeze. "Mine." she replied in a purr of anticipation. Her other paw splayed out against her brother's t-shirt covered chest she slowly lowered her hips until the tip of his manhood slipped between the lips of her dampened cleft.

The wolf boy gasped, his hips rising slightly to thrust against his sister's paw. "Yours.." he agreed as he felt his sister lowering her backside downward until the tip of his cock made contact with the heated lips of his little sister's tender sex. It still amazed him how hot she could be, both figuratively and literally. The heat of her tender nether lips nearly melted the tip of his manhood. "God .. Kaity."

"Mmhmmmm." His sister agreed in a breathless moan. Her eyes half lidded as she slipped the head of her own brother's cock up and down the entrance to her most intimate part. Slowly she lowered herself down feeling the first couple of inches of him part her eager folds, spreading her open and gaining enough purchase that she could free her paw. She brought her arm up and held it out palm down, and her brother seemed to understand her wish. He released her hips and reached up to press his palm against hers, their fingers intertwining. They repeated the tender interlocking with their other paws so that with his elbows braced on the bed his arms gave her the support to lean on as she slowly lowered herself down the length of her brother's quivering, dark, glorious cock. One might suspect that crossing this line would get banal after time and repetition. But it never did, for either of them. Where Ethan suspected that he would never tire of sliding into his sisters body, no matter how old they got or how often they fucked, Kaity knew deep down in her soul she would never be able to give this up. Inch by heated inch she sank downward, her arms and legs trembling from a mixture of pleasure, and the strain of the self imposed glacial pace. A long, strangely harmonized moan issued forth from both siblings, like wolves joined in a howl at the moon, they vocalized a shared experience of celestial magnitude. Slowly his glistening cock disappeared into that white furred belly until at long last Kaity sat her weight down on his hips, her nether lips pressed tightly against her brother's shallow knot, the rest of him fitting snuggly, perfectly inside of her. "Oh.. God... Ethan." she moaned, her head back and eyes closed. Until that moment, for the last 5 months she had only felt like 90% of a whole person. She felt like a piece of herself was missing and now she had it back at last. With her brother's cock snuggly held within her depths where it belonged she was once more complete. She gave her brother's paws a squeeze as she spoke once more to the ceiling. "I'm such a sick, twisted little bitch.." she said in a voice tinged more with wonder than recrimination. "Not only am I in love with my own brother." She continued to narrate upwards before letting her head tilt forward so that she could gaze down on the other half of her own soul, her hair falling about her face, eyes alight with twisted adoration for the male beneath her. "I'm in love with fucking my own brother." She finished breathily, punctuating her admission with a slight roll of her hips, stirring him around her insides so that every possible square inch of her cunt could experience the heat and texture of her brother's cock.

"mmHmmm." Her brother agreed with a teasing smirk, gripping her paws with his. His smirk lasted only a bare moment before the sensation of his sister grinding on his cock caused his eyes to roll back in his skull. "Fuck.. you fe...." he swallowed and let a smile flick over his up-tilted muzzle. "Fuck my little sister's cunt feels amazing." He announced earning himself a powerful little squeeze of his sister's Kegel muscles. She was able to squeeze him so hard it actually mildly hurt.. and it was fantastic. "Gah! .. Kaity, how the hell do you do that?"

"Practice." she teased in return slowly lowering her torso down between their arms until she hovered over his face. She released his paws, letting her support herself with her own arms down on either side of his head as she slowly ground her hips back and forth atop him. Savoring this feeling, and drawing out each languid moment of sensation. She hardly pulled him out of her at all, maybe an inch or so slipping free between gyrations of her slender hips. She nuzzled her brother's face, now that they were properly joined, the (mock?) antipathy between them momentarily absent in this brief period of perfection. A curtain of her silvery white fell around them, obfuscating them from the wide world and trapping them in their own, their existence only the presence of each other's faces, the sound of each others hushed panting voices, the scent and feel of each other's breath, and the little shocks of pleasure arching up their bodies for down below. She kissed him lovingly, their lips lightly brushing, tongues lightly dancing against one another. His paws now free, Ethan lifted one to caress his sister's face, the other resting lightly on her hip, pressing ever so slightly to guide their union. Several loving minutes passed in that curtained off oasis, his sister grinding slowly with focused deliberation. Her warm breath washed over his face in gentle panting exhalations. It was romantic, it was deliriously touching, it was undeniably sweet and perfect and quite frankly.. Ethan was losing patience with it. He slid his paw from her face down his sister's body, brushing her breast before descending to her hip and then finally sliding both arms around her waist. Suddenly he tightened his grip.

"Enough." He declared up at his sisters somewhat surprised expression. Her expression got only more alarmed as her brother sat up, holding her tightly against his body, and flipped them both over, him now atop her as he laid her back on the bed. Reflexively she'd wrapped her legs around him, ankles locking together just above his tail, helping keep her body pressed to his so his cock only slipped a little out of her clasping sex. "Alright....firstly.." he said, straightening up to grab the bottom of his shirt, the last garment left on either of them, and pull it up over his head in one swift motion, revealing his moderately muscled torso to his sisters appreciatively gaze. Enjoying the show she gave a little wiggle of her hips, her legs still wrapped tightly around him as she lay back smiling upwards at her sexy older brother. Elbows bent, her paws laid palm up to either side of her, fingers lightly curled into coy little fists next to her face. "Secondly.." he said as he tossed the shirt aside before placing his paws on her shoulders. Kaity smiled up at him expectantly only to go cross eyed as he started to bounce her up and down rapidly, her head and hair flopping about as he dribbled her like a basketball. "That's how that feels!"

Kaity let out a woooshing "Gaaa!" as she was bounced. Her legs had came unwrapped from around him to sprawl out limply to either side of his knees. She blinked up at him a bit disoriented, her hair having flopped over to cover one of her eyes leaving her with a fetchingly disheveled look.

Ethan smirked at his accomplished object lesson so he moved on. "And thirdly... god you're so fucking sexy." He slipped his arms under her armpits to curl his paws around her shoulders from below, holding her firmly as he lowered his body over hers, crushing her breasts between them as his weight pinned her thoroughly beneath him. His lips found hers in a none too gentle kiss and his hips pulled back, dragging his cock out of his little sister's heated depths until just the tapered tip remained. He waited only a moment before he thrust his hips forward again, spearing her small body in one long, hard stroke. His sister's "Ung!" of pleasure was murmured against his lips as his knot impacted the outside of her sex. Again he withdrew and again he thrust hard, earning another "Ung!" to devour. Gradually he quickened his pace and Kaity slipped her paws down his body, clutching at his firm wolven ass, pulling him into her with each thrust of his hips and clawing at him when he withdrew, not wanting him to go. Ethan pulled his muzzle from hers and kissed her cheek, her jaw, her neck, nipping at the flesh of her throat even as he pounded her harder and faster.

Her mouth free, Kaity tilted her head back, exposing her neck eagerly to her brother's amorous bites and kisses, her whole body trembling as she moaned whorishly. "That's It... Oh god, Ethan... fuck me.. fuck your sister!" She gasped, little sparks of pleasure arching through her body, each just a little taste of what was to come. Shifting his muzzle from her neck to her ear, his weight settling even more atop her as he let her hear his grunted exhalations, Ethan did just as requested, hammering his cock into his little sister with almost all the power he had. His body had one purpose, one cause in this world and it was to breed this sultry, sexy mewling creature beneath him. His cock became a red blur, flashing in and out of her clasping cunny, knot slamming against her outer lips even as his heavy, downy furred balls slapped against her ass.

It was everything Kaity had spent the last 4 hours imagining. The teasing, the fighting, the gentle love making, all leading to this; the release of her brother's incestuous lust for his sister. She loved the feel of his body atop her, ravishing her, she adored the half sound half sensation of her brother's grunts in her ear, and she absolutely adored the feel of her brother's cock hammering into her. Filling and emptying her so quickly the sensation blended together into one constant push of pleasure against her abdomen and her mind, each impact driving her closer to that glorious edge. And she wasn't alone, she could feel her brother swelling inside her, getting just a little bigger. She gasped her claws digging into her brother's clenching ass. She tried calling out to him but all that left her throat was a piteous mewling sound.

Her brother grunted louder as he felt her claws sink into his flesh. He was lost in the world of her heat, her velveteen depths clung to every inch of his thrusting member, her little nipples dug into his chest like tiny pebbles trapped between the two of them. He could feel her beginning trembles and he knew from years of experience that she was cresting along the precipice of pleasure. And he knew exactly how to push her off that edge. He tried to speak, deliciously dirty words into her ear, but the part of his brain in charge of speech had been put on standby, the pleasure coursing through his frame, his cock, his very soul overwhelming his ability to process. Instead he issued forth a grunting snarl that made his sister tighten around him even more fiercely. After a moment to reboot, he regained some power to speak and half moaned into his sisters ear as his hips nailed her to the bedspread, "F...Fuck...Kaity... I'm gonna cum..." He moaned into her ear. It took him a moment to remember the rules. "Your....brother's.. going to..."

She cut him off with an answering snarl as her hips bucked up against him, her paws now scrambling to grasp his back. Her legs spread wide, feet bouncing in the air above him. "YES... oh Fuck yes... Cum! Cum deep inside your sister!" She then cut herself off by biting into his shoulder, a deep whine ricocheting around in her throat as her body tensed with a craving more powerful than her need for food, for water; more important than drawing her next breath or any breath thereafter was the need to feel her own brother pour his pleasure into her body.

"Kaity.." he cried as his steady jack hammer rhythm faltered, decaying into a series of staccato thrusts, spearing viciously into her body. Every muscle in his body tensed... and he began to cum, the first initial little driblets spurting out to spatter within her tender sheath and then he slammed forward hard, burying his knot inside his little sister's sex. Her perfect, snug cunt stretched to accept that massive bulge, already rippling and constricting in her own beginnings of climax, tapping her brother inside her even as his tapered cock head slammed into her cervix and began pouring incestuous seed as deeply inside her as it was possible to be, filling her eager womb with heated pleasure. "Oh .. Kaity, Oh my sweet sister..." were the last conscious words to come out of Ethan Cannis for quite some time. His eyes rolled back into his head and he pressed his muzzle against her neck and held on for dear life.

The she wolf shuddered as the first heated droplets splattered her inner walls. Her pleasure rising to a peak and then.. as his words filled her ears, instead of cresting it rose further still. "Oh... My Darling Bro...." her mouth worked to speak but no sound came out...her eyes were wide as saucers staring at the ceiling but seeing god instead.

Years ago, when Ethan was 11 and Kaity had just turned 10, Kaity had seen the ocean for the first time. This was long before their incestuous exploits began, a simple family trip. It was the end of July and their parents had taken them to spend a week at Emerald Beach on the Atlantic. Kaity had been a powerful and confident swimmer since she was 6 years old and she saw the ocean as nothing more than an incredibly oversized swimming pool, albeit one filled with sharks and fish pee. Her parents had warned her about how the waves made it very different from a swimming pool. She'd listened and then gone swimming in the mild chop of the peaceful summer day. She'd had no problems in the salty sea water other than her eyes turning a bit red. That night a storm moved in off the coast, causing the swells to increase. The next morning her parents warned her again about the waves but seeing as it was the same warning from the day before she paid no additional mind and went out. Initially she'd been thrilled with the larger waves, riding them up and down like her own personal aquatic roller coaster. Then she heard her brother yelling from the beach and turned to look at him. He was waving and pointing but she couldn't understand what he was saying. The water had been up to her little chest and the first thing she noticed was that it was suddenly down by her ankles. She looked down at the now vanished sea water. It was almost midday, the sun was shining directly above so when it suddenly got shady she looked up and gasped. The sky was gone, replaced with a sheet of beautiful emerald glass, little individual droplets of water falling off of it like sun sparkled little diamonds. Then the curtain of the wave bent over her to touch down a few feet away, falling between her and her brother like a theater curtain coming down after a performance. She remembered looking left and right. She was in a long tube filled with muted, beautiful emerald light, the sounds of the ocean growing distant and peaceful. And then the weight of the water slammed into the little wolfess driving her into the sand, knocking the breath from her small body and tumbling her across the beach. She couldn't breath, she couldn't move her limbs, they were pulled and spun around by a force she could not possibly resist. Her eyes were open alternately seeing light through water, and the brown muck of churned sand. All she could do was tumble. An indefinite time later the water tossed her up on the beach over 15 yards from where she'd been driven into the seabed. She pushed herself up on trembling arms, gasping for breath, as her brother ran over to kneel down beside her, a look of panicked concern on his face. She'd simply thrown her arms around him and held on. She didn't cry, though her eyes were watering from the salt.. she just clung to him, quaking and overwhelmed from the experience.

This orgasm was like that wave. The dribbles of seed was the shading of the sun, the slam of his knot was the touching down of the wave before her eyes, the glorious, incestuous words, the peaceful emerald light, and the sensation of her brother's seed pouring into her waiting womb was the impact of the water crashing over her and driving her out of her own body. Her consciousness was ripped free and sent flailing, she had no control of her limbs, no ability to orient or the capacity to begin even wanting to to try. Her vision flashed alternatively seeing darkness and light as her eyes rolled back and forth in her skull. The pleasure rip-tided through her as though it was trying to break her down to her composite parts like an ocean wave breaking a sea shell down into fine sand. Hours passed..days .centuries of throbbing pulsating waves of pleasure pouring up from her abdomen and crashing against her brain... she could still feel her brother shuddering above her, his body pressed atop her, his cock still twitching and pulsing in her depths. Slowly the onslaught of pleasure began to subside and her muscles began to give tentative indications that they might be open to renewed interaction. The Little wolfess collapsed, deflating like a punctured pool float, her legs falling to sprawl out, her arms slipping from her brother's back to lay limply on the bed beside her. The she wolf's head fell back to lay on the bedtop as she stared straight up sightlessly. "....ther.." she finally exhaled.

Ethan clung to his limp sister, clutching her tender, precious body to him as the last of his own climax echoed through his body. His sister continued to give little bucks as though assailed by tiny, rhythmic electrocutions. The male wolf kissed her neck, and then her jaw which continued to work as though she were speaking though no words came forth. He nuzzled her cheek and slowly her paw twitched upwards to finally caress his neck in return. They lay there unspeaking, just breathing heavily, inhaling the scent of sex that hung thickly in the air as they basked in the glow over their furious love making. He could pull out if he wished, his sister and he had tons of practice in emergency de-knotting. But it hurt them both and besides this was just plain nice, laying in his sister's arms, his cock embedded fully within her, still giving the occasional twitch as the tip dribbled out some trailing bit of semen, her inner walls rippling in the aftershocks.

Like after the wave, all Kaitlyn could do now was cling to her brother, lost in the sensation of being overwhelmed. A warm glow spread out from her abdomen, trickling through the rest of her body. She wasn't surprised as the mild euphoria settled over her. She'd long ago begun suspecting her brother somehow laced his semen with heroin. She knew from experience that if she had to go 48 hours without the feel of his cum taken in some part of her body, she'd start jonesing in withdrawal. That might rattle her even keeled and sweet hearted temperament. She smiled adoringly up at her brother as they lay together in incestuous post-coital bliss, each of them loving the other with a passion so fierce it shone from their eyes.

Finally Ethan pushed himself up onto his arms looking down at her. The look of utter adoration and worship on his sister's face filled him with such pride and pleasure his tail began to wag, and his cock, which had begun deflating slightly, reversed course. "I love you, you know?" He whispered. The time for rules had passed. It was time to speak simply and true.

His sister reached up to caress his cheek looking deep into his eyes. "I know. " she said with simple earnest longing. "You've ruined me for all other men, you know?"

Ethan reached down, balanced on one arm as he caressed his sister's beautiful vulnerable face. He met her earnest gaze with his own, his gentle heart reaching out to hers, his voice soft and loving. "God damn right I did."

She punched him in the chest.

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