Forbidden Love - Sibling Passion
Yeah, I apologize, I got distracted from the Motherly Love Series, but I have to admit, this one turned out really well. Enjoy yourself. Mongoose
- * * Rachel sighed deeply, leaning against the door to her home. She knew she was in trouble, she did something her brother didn't approve of. Something she knew was on his shit list. She rode in a car with her friend's boyfriend. Her brother deeply despised her friend's boyfriend. The guy was more into his car than the girl that he finds only good for fucking. He wouldn't even do her in the backseat of his car! He was into street racing and loved the rush of speeding across the highway. Her brother was right when he told her not to go with them. They had got stopped for speeding and given a ticket, which didn't even phase her friend's boyfriend. She could honestly admit that she was scared for the entire ride. Rachel was a hard-headed Coyote, her fur matched her brothers, a bright golden shade of brown. She was smart, but would rather find things out for herself, then by being told. This would often make her conflict with her brother, who was very strict but loving. He had been there for her whenever their parents weren't, which was almost always. Her parents loved her, very much. She knew this, but their minds were always somewhere else. If she asked for something, they would provide her with it, but if she asked for them to be somewhere for her. They were never there. She still recalls being taken to Disneyland when she was smaller. Her parents had rented a hotel near the park and after unpacking their things and getting situated, they left her and her brother back in the room, going out to do their own thing. Her brother of course, saved the day, he payed the bus and the ticket fare with his own money he had recived from his birthday just weeks before. She remembered how much fun she had with him, he even carried her back up to the hotel room after she had fallen asleep on the bus. She had never felt closer to him. They came from different fathers, which was probally why her brother's personality was so different from hers. His father was calm, yet loving and playful. He did stupid things in desperation though, got caught drug dealing and went to jail. Her father was energetic and seemed to care more about having fun with his friend and lovers more than anything. Which often got him in trouble with his work. Their mother was horribly irresponsible and sometimes... no ... Most of the time it seemed like she would rather not even have children. Rachel opened the door slowly to her home. She could see her brother, sitting down at his desk, his face planted in his study. He was the kind of person that belived hard work would eventually lead to greater rewards, he did know how to take a break to enjoy himself once in a while. She knew that he wasn't really studying at this time of night, but that he was waiting for her to come home. She took off her shoes, stepping into the apartment. Her brother stood up instantly, staring at her with his deep green eyes. She turned her head away, for some reason, it was so hard to stare into those eyes of his, the colors just seemed to whirl when he was angry like this. "Where have you been?!" Her brother had a deep voice, gentle and loving most of the time, but thunderous and powerful when angered. "I went with my friends..." She said, feeling horribly guilty.. "I told you, I'd pick you up on my way home!" His paws slammed against the desk. She tilted her ears back, hearing the wood splinter. "You weren't there! Do you know how worried I was? You didn't even bother to call!" "I found a ride myself. You know you don't have to worry about me." She said, knowing that she was able to take care of herself. She had taken self-defense lessons and her brother made her carry around his old pocket knife, since hand tasers were expensive. He shook his head back and forth slowly, closing the book that lay on his desk. "You know what? I'm tired already, I don't care. Go out, get into trouble, I won't be there to rescue you. I'm tired of trying to keep you away from it and having you just ignore me. I take care of you, because I love you, but I expect you to meet me half-way." He said, turning towards his bedroom. "You're my sister, not my daughter." He mumbled, before entering his room and closing the door behind him. She stood there, hearing his words, realizing that he was right. He didn't have to take care of her, he did it out of love. She wasn't his daughter, only his sister. He didn't have to do anything for her. He had taken her into his home, he had fed her and kept her clothed, he made sure she was safe, made sure she was warm at night and what did she do in return? Nothing. She didn't even listen to him. She swallowed hard, tears welling up in her eyes. What could she give to him? She didn't have job, all her income was from him and money sent to them by their parents. She really couldn't think of anything else, so she slid down to the floor, sitting on her knees... She looked down to the floor and spotted her bosom. She lifted a claw up, giving one of her perk breasts a squeeze, forcing a shiver of pleasure through her body and making her gasp. She trotted quickly to the bathroom and turned to look at herself in the full body mirror. She had grown into a beautiful female, yet she hid it behind her clothing. She took her hat off her head, letting her pretty golden hair drop down to her shoulders. She lifted her tank-top off her body, staring at her breasts in the mirror, large, but perk. They may not have been as big as the other girls, but they matched her thin body perfectly. She removed her skirt, her underwear, her stockings, her earrings and stared at her body in the mirror. She had figured out what to give her brother. Rik, Rachel's brother, laid down with a grunt in his bed. His room was nothing special. Just a twin size bed for him and the cold air that slept next to him and an oak dresser which he used to store his clothing and his personal possessions. He mumbled softly to himself, the sound of his own voice was comforting when he was angry or upset. He perked his ears, hearing the sound of running water. His sister was probally taking a shower. "Thank the gods." He whispered softly to himself. He hated seeing his sister, dressed up like a punk, even though she didn't act like one. He hated seeing all that makeup piled on her face. He didn't mind the nail polish so much, except for the choice of colors she seemed to favor. He never found black an attractive color. He rolled onto his side in his bed, pulling his blanket to his shoulders. He hated how cold and damp his room felt, maybe he should move a bit more decoration in. He lifted his head up, glancing around his room. No wonder it felt so lonely. He had the master bedroom all to himself and all he had was a bed and a dresser. He should put in a computer desk. He heard his door click open and light flood his dark room. He sat up on his elbows, glancing at the open door. "Rachel what are yo-" His sentence was cut short and it felt like his jaw just fell off his face. His sister, his little sister, was standing there in his doorway, clad in an almost completely invisible nightgown. He could see her nipples clearly through the fabric of her clothing. He could see her panties, a light white in color, digging somewhat into her tight mound. She was clutching a fluffy wolf plushie, something he had bought her a long time ago. Rachel blushed lightly, feeling her brother's eyes all over her body. She clutched the wolf tightly in her paws, she had name him 'Nik' after her big brother. She walked slowly up to the corner of his bed... "Brother...Can I sleep with you tonight? Please?" She asked, in the cutest voice she could make, sounding like a 14 year old girl. "Uh.... I geuss." He responded, scooting over to make room for his little sister. He rolled onto his side, so he didn't have to look at her beautiful body. He was so embarressed. How could he even bare to look at her like that? He swallowed hard, he'd never sleep without unbuttoning his pants and undoing the zipper, so his cock was throbbing hard in the open. He reached down, to tuck everything back in and button his pants, when he felt soft, gentle fingers carressing over his sensitive shaft... His sister knowing him so well as to the way he sleeps. "Shhhh, let me handle this brother... " She whispered softly in his ear, wrapping her fingers lightly around her brother's shaft. It had to be the biggest she's encountered before. Then agian, she's only gone through two boyfriends. She gently squeezed the tip of his shaft, elicting a gasp of pleasure from him. She used a thumb to rub his cocktip, while her other paw worked gently along his shaft. It had to be about nine inches long! She murred loudly, pressing her body close against his, letting him feel her matured breasts against his strong back. "Feel good brother?" "Mmmmm...." Rik cooed softly, closing his eyes slowly, and tilting his ears back against his head. He could admit that he had masterbated to the thought of his sister, many times before. Now she was seducing him, touching his thick, sensitive prick. He felt no shame, felt no guilt to the way she was touching him. He still had morals, though, and he opened his eyes, to glance backwards at his little sister. "You shouldn't be doing this, you know." She giggled softly, squeezing the tip of his shaft in her warm paw. It felt so much more heavenly to him than his own paw, his sister's were so smooth and gentle. "Mmmm, It's not like I haven't seen it before, brother. I know what you used to do in the tool shed. " She nipped at the tip of his ear, cupping his large ballsack within her paw, feeling the heavy contents within. "Besides... you told me yourself, when two people love each other very much..." "They make love..." He finished her sentence, knowing that he had told her this after her party on her fourteenth birthday. He didn't know she knew what he did in his fathers unused shed and picturing it in his mind made his cock throb. There he was, a ten year old boy, laying on a large wooden table, moaning and tugging on his shaft. His little sister, barely six years old, watching outside the window... "Ohhh!!!" He groaned loudly, tossing his head back, sudden intense pleasure dispelling his fantasies. He felt a wet warmth around his cock, something slick and lumpy rubbing against his shaft, a gentle sucking sensation and knew exactly what his sister was doing. He rolled onto his back, getting into a more comfortable position. He lifted his head up, watched the blanket rise and fall with the bobbing his sister's young head. He swallowed hard, his cock throbbing, pushing precum out of his cocktip. His sister's tounge quickly lapping his watery pre from the tip. She suddenly changed her position and hooked her legs around her brother's chest, pushing her cunny, still clad in her panties, against his muzzle. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her body tightly. He pressed his nose against her mound, feeling the dampness of her panties, dropping his jaw, and rolling his tounge along her mound. She gasped loudly in response and he did it again, tasting the fabric of her panties, her juices that had been soaked up within. He prodded her cunny gently with his tounge, wriggling the tip of his tounge. He pressed his lips against her cunny, sucking, kissing, treating her as his lover. She couldn't take much more and sat up, turning so that she faced him. She lifted her nightgown off her body and pulled a leg out of her panties, revealing her body completely to his. He sat there, staring as she revealed herself to him. He lifted his paws up, cupping her breasts gently, giving them a light squeeze, while she positioned herself to take his shaft within her body. She pressed the thick tip against her cunnylips, rubbing his cocktip against her labia, teasing herself more than him.. "Are you ready brother?" She asked, lifting her head to look at him. "It's funny, because it's usually the male that asks..." He says softly, trailing his paws down to her hips, grasping her waist tightly. He felt her lower her body down his shaft, felt his cocktip sink within her depths, felt her walls clench at his invading shaft. She was incrediably tight, yet he could tell she had done it a few times before. He helped guide her down his shaft, inch by inch, until it was finally buried deep within the depths of his sister. She sat there for a moment, before lifting her hips up and lowering herself back down his shaft. She felt her brother's paws at her waist, helping lift her and guide her back down his shaft. He rocked his hips gently in response to her bounces, keeping things at a nice and slow pace, embracing the moment, feeling the love that had been shared between them for the years that they had lived together. She leaned her body down, rocking her hips against his and he trailed his hands up along her spine, cradling her body against his. Their lips pressed together, kissing deeply, pushing their tounges against each others, sliding, sucking, rubbing their tounge against their lover's. She closed her eyes, feeling safe and warm, a feeling that she had never shared with any of her other lovers. He rolled her onto her back, rolling on top of her, continuing his slow, loving thrusts. She let her brother take control, trailing her hands along his back, outlining his strong muscles, moaning softly underneath his body, tilting her head back, feeling his lips press against her neck, kissing and licking at the sensitive flesh there. She wrapped an arm around his head, pressing his face harder into her neck, moaning out his name. She felt his thrusts become fiercer, wilder. She begged for him to pound her body harder, to force his cock deeper into her body, to treat her like an animal, she began to lose herself within the pleasure. She could feel it grow, feel the pleasure build and found herself crying out underneath him, felt all the pressure suddenly exit her body, felt her depths suddenly fill with an overcoming warmth and she clutched her brother tightly against her. Time seemed to stop and everything went to silence, except for the sound of her panting breaths and her heart beating loudly within her chest, within these few moments, it seemed as if she ascended to heaven, before everything sped back up and she went limp underneath her brother. She could hear his pants, hear his heartbeat and she had known, that she had fallen back to Earth. He pressed his lips against hers and their tounges met for the second time that night. When the kiss had broken, she smiled at him and he looked down at her and knew, that they had fallen into forbidden love.