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Leaning against an old banged up car was a dragon made of scales that looked like sapphires. Clothed in a black leather jacket and blue jeans. His icy blue eyes scanned the surroundings, looking across the small parking lot next to the small train station. The spring sun slowly shone down on his scales, warming him up from the inside. He could hear the screeching of metal on metal of trains that were arriving at the station. The sapphire dragon looked over the flavour dragons, departing the train and rushing off the platform going their separate ways. He was looking for someone in particular, someone who was right now struggling with a far too large suitcase and the stairs. Her scales were a soft lavender colour, each like a flower petal. She wore a sand coloured spring dress that gently swayed in the salty sea wind. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she looked up and her gaze looked into the sapphire dragon’s gaze. For a moment, it was like he looked into a mirror, the same icy blue eyes looking back at each other for but a moment.

The lavender dragon quickly rushed to him, suitcase clicking on the ground behind her as the wheels bounced off the cobblestone. “Zyren!” she called out before rushing in and embracing him in a powerful hug. “It is good to see you again, brother,” she almost purred at him. “It has been too long since I laid eyes upon you. "

The first thing that hit Zyren’s nose was her scent, the familiar scent of his sister, mixed with her perfume to mask her natural scent that came with a warm day like this. Not that Zyren minded the scent, it always soothed him to know someone familiar was with him.

“Too long? It was a mere two months ago, Sis.” Zyren teased her, returned the embrace.

“You wouldn’t believe me what kind of time I had. How I just look forward to this weekend. Alone with my brother on the seaside. It has been a long time coming.” The lavender dragon almost whispered in her brother’s ear.

“And let’s not keep it waiting. I know, I know, the house will be there in a few hours, but I can’t wait to open up a beer. So let’s get your big arse suitcase in the car, Sera.” Zyren gestured at the case. “I just hope my poor car could take all that luggage of yours. “

Sera put her elbow on his side, huffing slightly at her brother. “You never seem to stop being a pain in my life” she let out a bittersweet smile before opening the trunk of the car and tossing her suitcase into the car with a soft thumb. Without little delay they took off in the car, up the winding roads across the dunes and towards the little beach house.

While first off Sera was talkative, when the subject came to how she was doing, she turned silent, her answers short and not revealing too much. Zyren picked up the not-so-subtle hints that he should not question the subject furthermore. With a sigh, he dropped the subject and instead turned up the radio for more. Giving his sister a breather by listening to the soft tunes of the radio that filled the car with summer vibes.

It was not been a long drive from the train station to the beach house Zyren had rented for the weekend. The road changed from cobblestone to a thin layer of sand that made the steering slightly delayed, kicking up dust as they approached the wooden and glass beach house up in the dunes, overlooking the sea. It was far enough away from the town that they did not have to worry about many a dragon intruding on their private time.

“Oh, my,” Sera spoke, “How, by the ancients, could you afford this?”

Zyren let a small smile creep over his lips. He enjoyed surprising his sister with the nicer things in life. “Well, saving up for a while. Going to fewer student parties also helps. But it sure is worth it to see a smile on my sister’s face.” He turned his head slightly to catch his sister’s cheeks, just becoming a barely noticeable maroon colour. He parked the car quickly, not wishing to delay their time of relaxation any longer and, in truth, he would really like to crack open a beer and sit in the beach chairs, watching the sun going under.

“Could you help me carry the cooler?” He asked while opening the trunk, unloading her suitcase, and a large cooler filled with beer, dinner, and snacks.

“Oh? Does my little brother need some help from his big sister,” Sera teased him slightly, taking a handle to carry the cooler inside of the house. “By the ancients, Zyren, what have you packed in here?”

“Well, enough beer to last us the weekend with no issues. Plus enough snacks for us never to get hungry.” He hummed at her.

“Feels more like you packed for a whole student union,” Sera shot back at him.

“Hey, I just like to be prepared. It is not my fault you are ten years older and can’t handle your booze.”

“Oh, watch your words before I drink you under the table.” Sera said, using her tail to slap her brother’s rear to put weight behind her threat and receiving a small yelp from her brother dear.

“Really? Abusing me? Your younger brother? What would mother say?” He stuck his tongue out at her while opening the door to the beach house. The interior of the beach house was as nice as the outside, if not minimally decorated. The décor was modern one with little extras as art or decorations. It featured a large modern kitchen that was part of the living room. Which had a glass wall that overlooked the beach and the sea. From the sofa in the living room, they could watch ships sail in the distance and birds fly.

Zyren’s eyes fell on the sofa, which was the odd one out in the room. Instead of a normal sofa, it was a round loveseat that offered just enough room for two. There was also a TV aimed at the loveseat if they rotated it a bit. The house’s advertisement for two people made Zyren swallow hard. If this were the seat, he did not think they would have separated beds. A thump made Zyren snap out of his thoughts as Sera put down the cooler.

“So, while you go unpack this overstuffed cooler of yours. I am going to grab my suitcase and get a shower. The train drive was a warm one. I could use some cooling down.” Sera said. Zyren hummed in response and opened the cooler to load the beer and food in the included fridge. He looked at his phone to see that they still had a few hours to go before he had to make dinner for the two of them. He took out two delicate pieces of steak and set them up with some pepper and salt to let them rest and come to room temperature.

He could hear the shower running as his sister was cleaning up, and he filled a glass with cold cider, adding some ice cubes to it. His sister found him on the terrace outside, sunken deep in a beach chair and enjoying his alcoholic beverage. She presented herself in a blue dress, which she turned around in, letting the fabric sway over her body.

“Got a new dress in today. Thought of wearing it, especially for my dear brother. How do you like it?” Sera hummed, letting the dress fall back down again. Zyren hoped his sister did not see the blush that his darker hue of scales obscured.

“Well, you look good in it, sis.” He blurted. “What did Oric say of it?” Then his heart sank as he saw Sera’s face turn sour for a bit.

“Let’s not talk about that now. I just got here. Say, you have another one of those?” Sera pointed at the cider in his hand.

“Yeah, in the fridge, brought ice cubes, too.” Zyren answered, not knowing quite what to do with the sudden mood shift of his sister. He watched his sister leave to get her own bottle of cider, both curious about what was going on but also not wishing to sour the mood that he was planning for. Trusting that she would talk to him when she was ready to talk about whatever bothered her. He turned back to watch the sea and the boats in the distance sailing across it. It was clear enough weather to see the English coast. The white cliffs in the distance stand proud over the water. His sister soon joined him; she fell back into the other chair and took a deep sip of cider.

Together they sat in silence, contemplating their own thoughts while each of them was drinking their drink and zoned out into the distance. “Zyren,” his sister softly started. “I just wanted to ask. Do you care for me?”

Zyren turned his head slowly to his sister, raising an eye ridge. “What kind of question is that, sis? You know I do. Why else would I plan this yearly beach trip for the both of us?”

“Just... say that you can, I need to hear that someone at least cares about me.” Her voice filled with a barely suppressed grief.

“Of course I do sis, I care for you. But really, where does this all come from? What happened?” He turned fully to her, an expression of worry filled his face. He could see the sorrow in her eyes, he could see how she tried to hide it, but even with her most stoic expression, he could still read her like an open book. He did not like what he was reading right now.

“It’s just... I don’t know, stuff. I don’t know how to explain...it’s like I want to tell you but at the same time I don’t have the words to do so.” She hid the sorrow on her face by taking a large sip of the cider.

“Regardless of what you decide you feel up to, I am here to talk to. I will not judge you, sis.” Zyren reached out to place his hand on her upper leg, giving her knee a few short strokes to put her at ease.

He received a long sigh from her before she spoke. “I know, I just don’t feel in the right mindset. I am sorry to spoil our weekend together, I just had a shitty week, no month, no year.”

Zyren finished his cider. “Well, how about I help to make it a bit better by cooking you dinner? Got something nice planned just for you, my favourite sister.”

“You dork. I am your only sister.” She rolled her eyes, but added with a whisper. “Thanks, You really know how to cheer me up,”

It was in the kitchen that Zyren came to live. He enjoyed cooking, especially when he could make others happy with it. He seasoned the steak and grilled it, finishing it with a gravy made with jalapeno peppers to give it the extra spice he desired from his food.

"Oh, Zyr, this looks delicious!" Sera proclaimed when Zyren put the plate of steak and caramelised carrots in front of her. “I do not know how you manage to make this every single time”

“I can’t study to become a culinary professional and NOT share this with my sister. Anyway, what you have before you is seared steak with bali-gravy and caramelised carrots, finished off with a puree of potatoes and fenkol. "Feel free to start anytime," Zyren said, grinning. His expression blended into his usual smug, "sister-impressed," look with the genuine pleasure of sharing his work.

They spoke little during the dinner. Sera had grown silent from the tastes of the dish and the occasional sipping of the red wine provided by her brother. It was after the dinner was done and the two moved to the couch in the living room that they finally spoke again.

Sera released a heavy sigh. “That was delicious. You are going to make a dragon bloody lucky, some with your cooking. If I had the money, I would help you to open that restaurant.”

Zyren folded a wing around her to share a comforting hug. “The restaurant will come there. There is no need to help me with that. Your support means more than you would realise. I would not be in this position if it weren’t for you, sis.” He hummed while rubbing his sister’s shoulders.

Sera leaned into the rubs. “It is strange,” she started, “I know you are my brother and all, but you are one of the few that actually make me feel appreciated. Like you actually enjoy time being around me”

Zyren tilted his head to look Sera straight in the eyes. “Sis, we have been dancing around this the whole day. Why don’t you tell me what really happened? What happened between you and Oric?” He felt his sister stiffen when he mentioned her boyfriend, then he spotted a single tear rolling down her cheek.

“I caught him with another ness in our bed,” Sera said with all her colour drained from her cheek, she turned around to pull herself into Zyren's chest, hiding her face from him. He could feel his chest getting wet as she unleashed silent tears onto him.

“What a fucking asshole!” Zyren shouted while his veins boiled, his teeth bared and smoke rising from his nostrils. “I’ll rip off his tail and shove it in his arse.” Though he calmed a bit when he saw his sister crying. His words took on a softer tone to comfort her. “I am so sorry that this happened sis, you deserve so much better than what happened.”

“I…” She continued, still sobbing. “He wanted a child...like ‘normal child’ as he described it. Not adopted... I just couldn’t give him that... He said it was not him but me…” She finally looked up at her brother. “Am I not a real woman?”

What Zyren saw just broke his heart, seeing his sister being dragged down by such a waste of oxygen. “You are more women that he can handle. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, sis, you are my sister, you are a woman. Full stop, no buts. Just because you can’t get pregnant you are not a woman? What kind of terrible bull-crap is that? I don’t know what he possibly said to justify what he did, and I don’t care to know.” He placed a hand on her cheeks, wiping away a tear. “I never once in my life doubted that you were not a woman.” He could feel his sister’s grip tighten on his arm, her weight pressing on him as she sought comfort in her brother.

“But I was not born...you know,” she whispered softly to him, but Zyren was not done yet.

“You are the most kind, wonderful woman I know. There is not a single one I know who would ever measure up to you. I feel terrible for even having to state this because I feel like I am just stating the obvious. Your shining scales and sparkling eyes when you laugh cheer up everyone in the room. You were the light during terrible times in my life, you are an inspiration to me to become better. I don’t give a rat's arse what you were in the past, you are my sister. You have made yourself the dragoness you are today. A dragoness whom I adore and am in awe of every time I see you.” Zyren took a deep breath after his monologue.

Sera did not speak for a moment, instead looking up at him, looking into the pools of water his eyes seemed to be. She could see her own pain reflected in them. She could see that he hurt with her, and his words, his words stirred something in her that she hadn’t felt in a long time. Slowly, she moved up and gave him a kiss on the side of his muzzle.

“What did to deserve such a brother?” She whispered in his ear.

Zyren gave a soft smile at her, allowing her to lean on top of him. Enjoying the soft scent that wafted off her scales. “You are being you. I would rather ask, what did I do to deserve such a sister as yourself? You are awe-inspiring.”

Sera buried her head in his shoulder. “Stop it you are making me blush.”

“And? You deserve every one of these compliments. You are kind, you make my world a better place. I do not give a fuck about what everyone would say because it's all true.”

“Fuck,” Sera said softly. “If you weren’t my brother, I would date you so hard right now.”

Zyren could feel his heart skip a beat as old memories of crushing on his sister flood into his mind. “But I am your brother.” He said mostly to reaffirm him of the wrongness that he felt.

“Yeah, life is so unfair” She broke away from his shoulder, looking into his eyes again. She widened her own eyes when she recognised the look in his eyes. A look she had known countless times by countless dragons. She swallowed and asked a simple question. “For how long?”

“How long, what?” Zyren tried to play coy.

“How long have you had a crush on me…”

Zyren swallowed, looking away. “I never... that would be wrong…” However Sera placed her hand by his cheek and forced him to look at her. His heart was beating like a wild animal. He could suddenly feel every single scale she touched, how she leaned on him, how her breasts pressed against his chest. How close she was, how warm she was. Things a normal brother should not feel for his sister. Things he tried to ignore. Wait, why was she coming closer still? The heat growing between them, he could feel her breasts pressing with more force against him. He could see her head tilting slightly and... and…

She kissed him, kissed him in a way no sister would kiss her brother. He should have pushed her off, he should have stopped her. Yet he couldn’t, he felt himself melt into the kiss as countless fantasies were brought back to life with full force. He did not resist, he did not resist her when she tilted her head more and opened her mouth to lock maws with him. He did not stop her when she coiled her tongue around his. He did not stop himself from curling his tail around hers, and he did not stop from grabbing her behind the shoulders to push her closer to him. He became lightheaded in the rush that it gave him, that it was so taboo, but he loved it only more.

They both panted when they broke their kiss. They just looked at each other flabbergasted, neither remotely prepared for what just. There was a painful silence between the two of them. Zyren pushed his fantasies back into the dark corner of his mind where he believed those fantasies belonged too.

“What was that?” He managed to say with an almost exhausted gasp.

Sera shrugged at him. “I just did what felt right.”

“But this isn’t right!” Zyren wanted to shout but couldn’t raise his voice above a horse whisper. “We shouldn’t kiss like that...you are 10 years older than me! I am still in university, hell, you are my sister.”

Sera hummed softly “Why is my being your sister the last thing that came to your mind? Besides, I did not say it IS right but that it FELT right…”

Zyren opened his mouth but, without saying a word, closed it again, unsure about his own words. Feeling they might betray what he wanted to say. He did not have to speak as his sister continued, placing a clawed hand on his scaled cheek. The lavender of her scales and the sapphire of his reflecting the warm setting sun and dancing a beautiful dance of colours on the wall.

“Before we talk more, you need to answer something for me. How long did you have a crush on me?”

Zyren wanted to look down but was prevented by her hand. Forced to look into her eyes as he answered. “Ever since you transitioned.”

If Sera was surprised by the news she didn’t show. “Transitioned? Like...when I took hormones?”

Zyren shook his head. “No...earlier...like…”

“Like?” Sera asked with a calm but flustered voice.

“Like...when I saw you try on your prosthetics and wear that tan dress you ‘borrowed’ from mother without asking.” Shame was filling his voice, knowing he shouldn’t have glazed that faithful day. Then he wouldn’t be in this situation that was eating him whole and spitting out like the creep he was.

“You were not supposed to...see that. No one knew I mean NO one. Not even I did.” Sera’s voice cracked, it was not anger, rather an anxiety that she felt in her core. What did her brother know...what had he seen?

“I know” his tone was a bit sombre. “I am sorry, but...at that moment I knew I had a sister. I wouldn’t know why, but it was what I felt, deep down. Perhaps my heart knew before my brain processed it”

“And then you developed a crush on your own sister,” Sera continued for him, she took the opportunity to get closer to him. He did not notice while looking down, his mind still swimming in the sensation of the kissed that combined with the current shame of confessing his love.

“Yeah, kind of...damn you should think I am a freak, Sera...but I don’t know..”

“Zyren...you are such a dork. A true nerd to the core,” Sera chuckled, Zyren looked up with a glint of defiance on his face, ready to defend himself, but none came of it when he noticed how close his sister's face was to him.

He could only muster a weak “No, I am not. "

“Yes, you are...you are all this worried about being freak a while forgetting one tiny thing.”

“And that is?” Zyren took a shallow breath, fearing any sudden motion might set off a torrent of feelings he had bottled up for far too long.

“That I kissed you first.” Sera’s honest answer made her brother’s eyes widen in realisation. And something sparked in his eyes.

All he said was a simple “oh” before he dared to move his hands and place them on his sister’s hips to pull her closer. Enjoying the warmth as his older and larger sister pressed herself against him. He rested his snout on her shoulder, enjoying the feeling and the floral scent that his sister gave off. The warmth and scent made him feel comfortable, safe, even wanted. He zoned out in thoughts, thoughts that were suppressed for far too long and fantasies of what might be in the future.

“So..” Sera whispered to him. “I had a shitty month, and no man has laid his hands on me...want to help me burn away this frustration?”

Zyren gave a soft nod, and Sera swore she could see his scales turn violet under the blush his scales would hide.

“What? Cat got your tongue? Or...do you not know how to lead?” Sera smirked with an almost devious grin, her words almost had a cat’s purr accenting each ‘r.

“I... honestly do not know how far you want.” He spoke slowly, searching for words. “And... we are siblings... should we even I mean…”

Sera thought for a moment, then said, “There is no one who could be here, it would be our little, dirty, sibling secret, and how far... oh, you have no idea what I crave, my dear brother. The question is not where my boundary is but yours. Or...perhaps I should take the lead, I am the older sister after all”

Zyren swallowed, his mouth being slightly dry while other parts of him were starting to jump wide awake. “I would like that actually, I mean you taking the lead, I mean.” Pure, hungry and devious gaze he received from his sister with this answer making him second guess the answer.

Sera pushed on her brother’s chest, pushing him back into the couch and pushing herself above him. She grinned from horn to horn. Her clawed hands roamed along his chest. “I hope you brought spares…” She hummed before she dug into his shirt and tore it from his body. The ripping of the fabric breaking the silence that fell between words.

Zyren couldn’t process what was happening fast enough. The sound of tearing clothes suddenly brought him to the situation at hand. A needy dragoness on top of him, one that just happened to be his sister. He brought his hands up to her. For a moment she stopped, looking at him, waiting for what he was going to do. But when he placed both his clawed hands on her hips, she knew.

They started with another deep kiss, tongues twisting together, their teeth clattering as they sloppily made out. Sera moved down, nibbling along the scales of his neck, down towards his chest. Placing kiss after kiss on his cool scales. Receiving rasped gasps from her brother, her claws hooked into his pants. She could smell his lusty musk in the air, she knew that he was ready. That he was hiding a tasty treat for her and that tonight she would not be lonely. Yet she paused, looked up in her brother's eyes.

“Before we continue,” she said with a husky voice. “I need to know that you are alright with this... alright with fucking and getting fucked by your sister. Alright that we will never be the same cute innocent brother and sister after this... Even if it’s just one evening, I don’t think there is any going back after it and we will be forever marked... So, brother dear. Do you want to be fucked by your sister, be claimed by her?”

What Zyren couldn’t deny before anything else was the heat that flushed through his body when he heard those words from his own sister, from one he shared blood with. He knew it should not arouse like it did, yet he felt his pants tighten up as his member slipped from its protective slit. Swallowing, he nodded, but when his sister kept just looking at him with intent, he knew that a simple nod would not be enough.

“I want you. Fuck, I have wanted you for so long, Sera.” And a herculean weight got lifted from his shoulder until he was Atlas unburdened. “Yes. I know we will never go back to our old selves. But I don’t want that. I want you in my bed...as often as possible. Just please don’t make me beg.”

She hooked her claws under the waistband of his pants. “If this is you not begging then I would love to know what is you begging...maybe we will find out later tonight but first...you got something I want to taste” and with a firm yank she exposed his member to the swell spring air. The air quickly filled with the most intimate scent of his arousal. The scent made Sera’s nostrils flare. She pulled her brother’s pants down further until she could toss them aside in the corner of the room. He would not be needing these for the coming weekend, anyway. She placed both her hands on each side of his tights and pushed them aside with ease, giving her better access to her brother’s half erect length and what lay beyond.

Zyren’s needy puffs of air were music to her ears. The only music she needed to hear and with a wicked smile, she descended upon his member. She opened her maw and huffed hot breath over his member, exciting gasps of pleasure from him. Slowly, she let her tongue fall from her mouth and lick from top to bottom. The musky, slightly salty and rich taste of her brother’s hardening member set her taste buds alight. She should have done this earlier, a lot earlier. Then she wouldn’t have met the good-for-nothing piece of shit that was her ex.

Not that mattered, she was here now, between her brother’s legs. Slurping at his member. Each lick made her brother gasp in pleasure. She continued until his member pulsed with her brother’s heartbeat. She opened her maw wide to take her brother’s cock deep into her mouth in one fluid motion. Her tongue coiled around the warm flesh that her mouth enveloped. The rhythmic slurping and choking noises filled the room. Enjoying the rich taste of his pre-cum that drooled out of his cock and into her awaiting maw.

Zyren’s claws dug into the couch as she squirmed under her touch. He could feel the fire building in his loins. Suddenly he grabbed one of his sister's horns to hold, push her snout into his groin, shoving his cock as deep as he could. She did not gag, she let the tip of his hard member slide into the back of her maw until it was lined up with her throat. She continued the onslaught her tongue brought to his member with renewed vigour. He buckled into her maw, pushing up into it. His moans of pleasure now overpowering the wet slurping noises of Sera devouring her brother’s hardness.

“Sera…” He gasped, “I am going to…”

Sera placed both her hands around his ass and gripped it tight, her claws coming dangerously close to his rear. He came right into his older sister’s mouth. She swallowed some but pulled out so the rest of the rich, thick, white load landed on her tongue. Before Zyren could say anything she moved up. With the cum still in her mouth, she kissed him. Pushing the cum into his mouth.

Zyren’s eyes went wide as the sudden kiss caught him off guard. The salty, musky taste was not unfamiliar to him, but mixed in with the taste of his sister’s mouth made it heavenly. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her close to him. His member leaking cum against both their scales, marking them with the first of many juices that would be flowing this day.

When Sera broke the kiss, a trail of cum and saliva connected their lips until she was far enough away for it to break apart. “Fuck... that was intense,” Zyren said.

“I always wanted to do that to a guy...thanks for indulging, that was the best.” Sera hummed softly, tracing a claw across his chest. “I have another thing I wanted to do, but first... let me get more comfortable.”

She pulled up her sundress, slowly exposing her legs to him, then her nether covered with a black lace string that was getting pushed tight by a bulge coming from Sera’s slit. Her chest followed and then a matching set of black laced bras that covered her gorgeous breasts. She smiled sweetly at him while tossing the dress in the same corner as his pants, desperate to. She straddle on his groin, letting his member rest against the fabric of her string. Slowly she reached behind and undid her bra, letting her breasts hang free for her brother to see.

“They are gordeous...you are gordeous” He said with a gasp, his clawed hands finding her hips and in an unconscious motion he pushed up against her groin. Letting his member rub against it. Sera let out a feminine moan of pleasure when she felt his hot member rub against the growing tip of her own.

“Fuck it,” she hummed, “rip it, brother dear. Rip my string and show me how desperately you need me” And with a hungry growl, he did just that, ripping away his string with his claws. She flinched slightly when her own half errect member fell out of the fabric and against her brother’s member. She half expected him to flinch too, even reject her.

He just stared hungrily at the member, licking his lips. The scent of his sister overpowering all his senses and pushing his mind into a lust drunk state. Sera hummed and slowly broke the contact, letting him hump the air as she did so.

“Fuck, I want to ruin you, brother... but first, I got to prepare you,” she said and lowered herself again. “You trust me, right?”

“Yes…” Zyren answered, but before he could say much more, Sera gripped him and pulled him down and his hips up. She moved her snout down low, past his member and towards his tailhole. With one hand she pushed up his hips and with the other she brushed his tail aside. She took a deep breath, absorbing the musky scent that emanated from him. Then she let out a huff of hot breath that flushed over pucker and scales.

Zyren shivered under the touch "Sis...what are you doing?” he asked, he did not expect Sera to answer with deeds rather than words. The hot, wet feeling of a tongue against his tailhole made him gasp out with a strange, weird kind of arousal. He could do little but gasp as his sister invaded his somewhat virgin pucker. Pushing the tip of her tongue into his rear, forcing it open and lubricating his opening.

While the sensation was weird, it soon enough flooded his mind with pleasure. Soon he gasped while clawing the fabric of the sofa. Pushing his hind up against the tongue that was pleasuring his rear. His member was getting stiff again, it was almost painful to get aroused so soon after his climax. His pleasure filled mind took in the almost pain like signals from his hard cock and mixed it with the sensations of pleasure that already swirled around in him.

“Sera,” he moaned out while she was preparing his rear for what was to come. Sera was lost in her own world, enjoying the sounds, taste and smell of her brother. It felt only natural to share this most intimate of ways with the single man that she knew she could completely trust and who would always love her no matter what. A type of unconditional love that was beyond friendship, that ran in blood, that ran in secrets told and memories shared. When he pushed up against him, she allowed her hands to roam freely over his body. Eventually they paused back at his member, one started to stroke his member again. Massaging out the freely flowing pre-cum that he was making in healthy amounts. The other started to play around with the slit that normally hid his member. Teasing the edge and pushing a claw past the opening.

Then Zyren pushed her head away slightly. She looked up, away from his wet pucker, confused. He was panting, clearly on the edge of his orgasm. “Are you alright?” She asked him, concerned he was no longer feeling comfortable.

“I am nearly climaxing again…” he said. Then he turned around, lifting his tail up high, presenting himself to her. He looked over his back at her with a pleading look on his face. He did not have to say anything, she knew what he wanted. A good sister always knew what was good for a younger brother. She spat in her hand and rubbed the saliva over her drooling member.

“By the ancients,” she gasped, “you look so fucking sexy right now. I should just collar you for myself” She scooted up behind her brother and pressed his chest down on the bed with a single arm. His tail curled around her waist, pulling her close.

“Just, go slow. You will be my first back there,” he said, not daring to look back anymore, his head buried in a pillow.

“Don’t worry, my little brother, let your big sister take care of you.” She aimed the tip of her member at the virgin hole and slowly pushed in. She was aware that this was going to be a bit more difficult to do without proper lube. That would be something she was going to fix next time.

She moaned when the tight pucker gripped down around her member, she could see the mix of pain and pleasure paint all across her brother’s face. “Relax...just breath Zyren. I will only continue when you feel good about doing so.”

Zyren took deep breaths, taking his moment, and slowly Sera could feel him relax. She stabilised herself by gripping his rear with both hands.

“Please...slowly,” Zyren said, coiling his tail a bit more tightly around her. She moved in slow and methodical thrusts, each time she went just a bit deeper, spreading his rear open just a bit more. More and more pre flowed from her member into his ass. Lubricating the movement with each trust. Slowly the friction reduced, and she could trust without much worry. The grunts from Zyren turned to gasps of pleasure when his rear became comfortable on the hard warm cock of his sister.

“Harder...please,” he gasped out in between the trusts. Sera lowered herself to his head and whispered back. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Yes... I think I can take more.”

Sera hummed and gripped his clenching paws into her own, her breasts pressing against his back. She started to thrust with increased speed and power, ridge after ridge of her cock slid in and out of his now well used ass. With each thrust down, the knot of her cock pressed against his entrance. Each time Zyren gave a high squealled gasp of pained pleasure. She panted into his ear, each thrust made her desire him more. Each thrust in her brother made her lust for more. She wouldn’t last long in the tightness of his rear, she wanted to knot him so badly but knew that she would definitely draw blood if she did so, no she would leave that to next time when she had more lube, and more importantly that he had time to prepare.

“I am going to claim you,” she growled out possessively. “You are mine, my brother, my pet, my fuck puppet, you hear?” she dug her claws into the sheet, increasing her thrusts. She could feel her climax approaching at speed.

“Yes” was the answer that Zyren rasped out with a voice horse from moaning and gasping from pleasure. “Make me yours and only yours, claim me. Mark me.”

His answer stirred something primordial in her, something only shared with her old ancestors. Something her ancestors would do with their mates before they inseminated them. She bit down into his shoulder, her teeth piercing scales and drawing a small trickle of blood. She pushed her cock as far down as she dared. With an overwhelming flush of pleasure, she exploded into his ass. Hot squirts of spunk filling him up. He gasped at the sensation, no longer to contain his own pleasure, and unloading his own cum all over the sofa they made their forbidden love in. He gripped her hand with one of his down. His tail pulling her thighs against him.

“Yes” was the only thing he could really muster. They stayed locked in their afterglow until Zyren’s back started to complain. Slowly she pulled out, watching his ass leak out her cum as it twitched and gaped.

“By the ancients,” she huffed, “I am going to fist that ass of yours good some day” She let herself fall down next to him with a huff of air. She pulled him against her belly, spooning him as she shook all over. Still recovering from the pleasure, pain and exhaustion.

“You meant that?” she softly hummed, licking the wound where she bit him. The coppy taste of his blood sharp on her taste buds. This was heaven. “You mean that you want to be mine?”

Zyren did not speak for a while. “Yes, you’ve always been there for me. I want to be yours in every way you let me.”

Sera felt a shiver down her back when she heard him speak with longing. “Fuck,” she finally swore. “My brother is going to be my boyfriend, I think I am going to rent an apartment near that university of yours. And you are going to stay with me.”

Zyren turned around to lock heads with her and draw her into a passionate kiss. He did not seem to mind that she just ate his ass moments ago, instead, he almost seemed to devour the tastes before breaking the kiss to say, “On one condition.”

“Oh...condition, do you think you have anything to bargain right now?” she teased back.

“My condition...is that we spend this entire weekend in each other’s arms. I want to leave this house unable to walk. I want to have you cum over, in and with me. I want to be marked with your scent. I want to be yours in every single way you can.” His words shivered with barely contained passion, and his member was getting hard again.

Sera gave a small laugh and kissed his snoot. “Deal...and I hope you are prepared for this because I have a bunch of kinks that I am going to explore with you.”