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The comforts of home were plentiful indeed in Matt and Sophie's childhood home, but never were they as great as when the summers between semesters found them sitting on the couch together, sharing a bowl of snacks and enjoying a late-night movie marathon.

“What do you think? One more?"

Matt wasn't going to be sleeping in the next hour—that much was a certainty—but the way that he was going to spend the rest of the evening was still a coin flip.

With Sophie leaning so close to him, using his shoulder as a de facto pillow, he had a strong inkling that their coming summer would be no different than the one before, but the nature of their connection was the sort of thing that Matt never took for granted, no matter how many times they renewed it…

…or deepened it.

“Hmm… maybe one more," Sophie answered, making herself that much more comfortable under a shared blanket. “Nothing serious, though. I feel like I'm starting to lose my focus."

For most, it would have been resting under the comforts of a downy blanket—warmth, weight and safety—that would have done the trick, pushing them to fall asleep on a couch well before their chosen movie was over.

“Sounds like we're in agreement, then."

Matt's smirk was an obvious enough sign of what he was thinking. Sophie matched the curve of his lips with something a bit softer, but the way that her paw was drifting around under the blanket was confirmation enough that the half-siblings were less concerned about being entertained by the screen.

They had something far better than a movie to enjoy, and they didn't have to wait through dozens of sponsors and forced commercials from a streaming service to get there, either.

“Gotta be hard to focus on picking a movie when I'm doing this, though," Sophie teased. “I hope that it's not too much of a distraction."

Matt was holding the remote in one paw, mindlessly scrolling through the endless options.

He hadn't considered stopping on anything, and the only thing that brought his thumb to press the “OK" button was the presence of a paw rolling over his shorts, grazing against a growing bulge.

The comforting pressure of his other paw was already going to work on Sophie's backside, clutching at her flesh through a layer of gentle cotton; the pinch of two digits on the slack encouraged Sophie to lose the pajama pants before she finished crawling under the blanket.

“Distraction isn't the word I would use," Matt claimed. “See for yourself: I've already picked one out."

“You and I both know that you don't care what you picked; I'd rather keep my eyes on something else, if it's all the same to you."

“I guess that depends on if you'd like to sit in my lap and face me…or if you'd rather turn around and face the screen so you can at least pretend to watch what I picked."

They couldn't be as loud as they wanted, but Sophie wasn't doing much to hide her giggle, believing that the sound was innocent enough to keep from rousing suspicion.

“I'd say you could just watch the screen for me and tell me what's happening, but I'd rather you describe something else to me."

Sophie's admission was such that Matt couldn't help a louder sound, the gasp forced from his lungs by her words alone, at first.

The rubbing of a palm against his covered, but steadily growing cock was the greater cause, and the tug of fingertips against his waistband drew out the sound a little longer.

“That is, if you think you can. Seems you're feeling a little sensitive, Matty. Haven't been getting enough attention while you've been away at college?"

“Never enough, but…this is different, Sophie."

Matt shifted his legs a little bit at a time, allowing his half-sister to strip away those shorts, revealing that he'd planned ahead: no boxers lingered underneath, and as the tight grip of a waistband moved over his length, his flesh sprung right up, eager to know the feeling of his sibling's intimacy once more.

She allowed the width of her grin to spread with obvious approval, but she'd been on the same track since the beginning: she offered a quick flash of her naked womanhood as her pajama pants finally did slip away—no panties were needed—though Matt would have happily peeled them away, if he had the chance to.

“You've always know just what to say to make me feel special," Sophie told him, the sensuality in her voice laced with an affection that ran deeper than traditional, family lines would allow. “The way that you treat me, the way that you love me…I…I've missed this. I've missed you."

The way that they mingled love and lust was brilliant, but it was something that came so naturally to them that no one would have been wrong to think that they were lovers by chance, rather than proximity.

To the outside world, the pair would have been able to blend right in, if that was the lifestyle they'd picked, but in each other, Matt and Sophie found lovers that defied their usual preferences…and that was the sort of thing that neither of them were willing to risk losing.

What they had, they could easily have in the false privacy of that living room, with a movie providing just enough of a curtain of sound that they could pretend that no one knew what they were up to.

“I missed you too, Sophie. I…I missed us."

They even spoke about each other in such terms that their half-sibling relationship seemed to take a back seat—even if only temporarily—to the romantic interlude that they shared.

“You don't have to miss me anymore, Matty. You just have to show me how much you did."

With a graceful turn into her half-brother's lap, Sophie straddled his thighs and pressed the warmth of her entrance to the underside of his shaft in a single, delicate motion.

Once more, the older sibling was forced to stifle a gasp, but he met that contact with equal pressure, wrapping his arms around Sophie's backside to scoop a generous feel of her softer, rounder flesh.

“If I do that, I can promise you're g-gonna miss the entire movie."

“I could care less about the movie. I want a show , Matty."

The fact that he still wore a comfortable, lounging t-shirt to match the loose, gentle hold of her tank top wasn't going to stop the pair of half-siblings from getting a better feel for each other.

They welcomed that little bit of an extra challenge, knowing that the blanket would need to stay just above their hips…and further, that the presence of those tops wasn't going to fool anyone who saw Sophie resting in her half-brother's lap, but for the sake of trying, they kept the blanket just high enough, while Matt pushed his fingertips up from the waist, marking a trail along his half-sister's lower back.

She gave the most delighted shudder as the tips of claws worked their way through the patterns of her fur, dancing back and forth over her spine until he'd reached her midsection proper. The touch of those digits upon her navel forced the first gasp from her lips, but under the comfort of that tank top, she wore no brassier…and she held nothing back when eager palms cupped at her flesh, giving a gentle, squeezing lift.

“If a show is what you're after, I just might be able to help with that," Matt offered. “No commercials in this one, either."

“Even if I ask for a break?"

Matt snickered. “That's different…and it would be a first, that I can recall."

The pair had such a feel for each other that it was rare for them to need to give instructions, but whenever it occurred, both parties communicated and listened: feelings were rarely hurt, and needs were always met, leaving them with the sort of connection that one would yearn for, whenever they were without it.

Sophie's entrance had already picked up a hint of glistening arousal on the way, showing that yearning in the warmest way that she could, and Matt could do nothing to hide his own lusting for his half-sister, as the fully engorged shaft of his cock began to throb against her teasing entrance.

“Definitely won't need a break, tonight," Sophie concurred. “Not unless you're planning on watching a few more movies."

“…If you're up for it…"

She giggled once more, but some of the cutesy nature had gone from her voice, replaced with sultry lust. “You're insatiable, Matty…and I love it."

It was a bold statement to make before they'd finished their first romp, but the way he was pulsing against her, cupping at her chest and staring into her eyes with such an unanswered hunger, she felt well within her right to make it.

She didn't know that she'd be getting to the bottom of his sexual appetite before the evening was through, but as muzzles came together and the pressure of a kiss stifled a greater moan, she couldn't think of anything better than a week of their so-called movie marathons…one without a single movie being properly watched or finished.

“Mnn…mff…"

The whimpered groans that mingled in the middle of that kiss came from even parties, but it was Sophie who broke first, letting her lips drift from the spot, in favor of kissing along the bridge of Matt's muzzle and up the side of his cheek.

He simply loved hearing the sound of her voice in a closer, quieter whisper, and she knew it: she held that weapon in her back pocket for as long as she could, but she needed her half-brother's flesh too desperately to contain it, any longer.

“Please…p-please put it in, Matty…put that cock inside me, please!"

Hurried enthusiasm forced her voice a bit louder than what was safe, but by then, anyone else on the main level of the house would have been keen on what they were up to…and that presence wouldn't have stopped what they'd already started.

Unbeknownst to them, another form of penetration was going on just around the corner from the living room—someone was feeling rather inspired by what they heard—but Matt never would have heard anything beyond two of his favorite sounds.

The first was that begging, whimpering voice, telling just how much Sophie was enjoying the grind of his shaft against her clit…but the second sound, every bit as intimate, was the shifting of their bodies against each other as Matt helped his canine-leaning sister into his lap proper, allowing her to settle those dripping folds upon his unique tip…

…and finally, the pap of her body coming to rest in his lap proper forced him to offer a sound of his own, as he rested his cheek in against Sophie's own.

“So r-rude of me to make you beg like that," Matt offered a tease, to start. “Goodness knows I should have bent you over the side of the couch hours ago…"

His icy, slate eyes winced shut as Sophie milked at his shaft, taking full advantage of the sudden halt. “Tsk, tsk," she answered, keeping it simple by virtue of need: that pleasure was so great that she could only scarcely manage another word, before she answered to something quieter than the rest of their actions.

She was beckoned by the silent urge of her body to move, and hips lifted slowly, hugging her half-brother's cock every inch of the way back to the tip.

“You'll j-just have to do that for me before everyone else wakes up," Sophie demanded. “That is, if you haven't completely lost your schedule, while you've been away."

“There's no class I'd rather get up for, sis."

They made for a unique pair, and in the low, background light of the television, Matt was glad to see his sister in the same light that he always had: the softer, almost raven tresses of her hair were already bouncing around eyes of molten chocolate, standing out that much prouder against the more beagle-like patterns that decorated her overcoat.

Being a mutt of two different canines, she was sure to look the part of an exotic creature, but her brother's own leanings were toward his mother: few would have known that he was something more than a mere snow leopard, but if anyone knew the ins and outs of who he was, it was the very woman that was bouncing in his lap.

“If that's the case, I…I really hope you've been studying, Matty. I need you to pass w-with flying colors, for me."

Paws that couldn't have gone wrong drifted away from tender, tickled breasts, opting to wrap around the small of a narrow back.

Pulling his half-sister into his chest, he felt the gentle brush of her nipples against his fur in a slow, subtle graze, but just for having her that close, Matt could already tell that Sophie wasn't going to settle for such an easy pace…and he, for his part, couldn't let his hips sit idle.

“Gotta pass this class first, don't I?"

His tease was enough to cut through the romantic intimacy of the moment, but for the sake of her happiness, it was a perfectly timed comment.

The canine-leaning Sophie truly loved her half-brother, certainly as more than a mere sibling, but the fact that he could so expertly make her laugh, make her smile, make her feel comfortable in any situation…that might have been what she loved the most.

She made sure that he felt that appreciation in the gaining pace of her dropping hips, though she wasn't prepared for the sudden meeting of Matt's own lap, pumping up to press against her.

“Trust me, b-big brother…y-you…you're already there," she assured him, keeping up with that playful nature and doing her best to match Matt's comforting, yet arousing energy. “At this point, you're just g-getting extra credit!"

“Getting extra credit by fucking the teacher on the day she brings a movie to class," Matt chimed in. “What a world!"

As close as they were right then, it was easy for Sophie to nuzzle into the crook of her half-brother's neck, and in turn, he leaned right over, resting his cheek against the top of her head.

In such close quarters, their bodies bucked against each other with a gently quickening pace: neither sibling wanted to hold back, but as much as they were enjoying each other's company, they didn't want to rush to the finish line…

“What a w-world, indeed, Matty…where I can come h-home from campus and fuck my own brother, every single night…all…s-summer…long!"

“I can't think of a better way to spend summer break than n-not taking a break, sis…who needs a night off, right?"

…but there was only so much to be done about the way that Matt's pumping hips worked at all the right angles, pushing buttons within Sophie that only he was so excellent at pressing.

There was even less to be done about the clenching, milking pressure of those inner walls around a simply impressive shaft—first moving as part of Sophie's overall tease—but then, moving beyond her own control, keeping her half-sibling from guessing when she'd work at his flesh anew.

Even a single clench was enough to eat seconds away from his endurance, but when those slick, loving walls gripped at his flesh without warning, all while her pace quickened further and further…Matt knew he was on borrowed time, and Sophie wasn't far behind.

“Glad we're in agreement, Matty," Sophie whispered, but the hush in her voice was thick and breathy, as she wrapped her arms around her half-brother's back. “Because I...c-can't go another night…w-without this…without you!"

She nipped at his collarbone as she nuzzled that much further into the comforts of his body, but those attempts to stifle her words would come up just short, in the face of what had followed.

Holding her with every bit as much intensity, Matt was primed to press his toes into the floor and drive up and into his half-sister, reminding her that a seat on top didn't mean total control of the act: his thrusts were still gentle enough to keep the blanket in place, but meeting with Sophie in such perfect unison, those impacts felt like so much more than either sibling expected.

“You don't have to," Matt assured her, but his voice was as hurried as ever; time was running out on his thrusting member. “This summer, I'm…I'm all yours, sis…"

She needed to hear that—even if she already knew it—the words added something to the promise that his flesh was already making.

The first evidence of that promise was his throbbing, but right from the end of that tip, the feline unleashed a plentiful gush of cum, coating Sophie's insides with the very next pulse of his member and painting her body with the very memory that she'd been thinking of the most.

Her own excess warmth, silky and slick, was already reaching as far as the underside of a bouncing sack. The weight was bouncing into a growing puddle of their juices—one they'd be sure to clean before settling for the night—but the greater mess was still to follow, as a quivering Sophie held her sibling as tightly as she could.

“O-oh…my gosh …Matty, h-how long have you been holding onto this?"

Such disbelief from Sophie was a genuine thing: she could feel the excess volume splashing up toward her womb and flooding her insides with what seemed like a far greater quantity than she would have expected.

Matt didn't bring up the dry spell from finals week.

With Sophie's inner walls fluttering at his flesh so rapidly, so blissfully, he was somewhere beyond proper words. “A…long…t-time…" he muttered out, but keeping such earthly delights from reaching the rest of the house was eating up the last of his endurance, as Sophie's body came to a halt.

Random or not, that milking effort came to an end, and a panting canine slumped against her half-brother with a giddy, knowing smile.

“Can't have y-you getting too backed up again, can we?" she asked. “First thing in the morning, mister…it's back t-to class with you."

“Wouldn't miss it for the world, sis."

She tilted her head up toward his own, needing to seal that offer with a kiss. “I love you, Matty…"

“I love you too, Sophie."

Another, softer kiss came beyond those words, but everything that followed was nearly silent: from the crawl off the couch to the cleaning of snacks, to the silent departure of Krista—their unknown voyeur—and the slurp of her own juices from her fingertips.