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The Road Less Travelled By Green A Commission for Psyphix

The beat-up sedan flew down the road past an endless expanse of profoundly uninteresting countryside. Inside the car, Patrick Lin tried to keep his mind entertained by trying to catch virtual monsters on his cell phone, but unfortunately, Pokémon Go failed to distract him, as even the selection of digital beasties on offer in this region was boring. Locking his phone with a quiet sigh, the red panda squirmed in his seat and turned his attention to the other occupant of the car, his younger sister Jill; as the driver, she didn't even have the luxury of distracting herself from the boring scenery. She was a bit hunched over, and there was a tightness to her jaw that belied the hours they'd spent on the road. Patrick couldn't blame her for being weary; driving was pretty much all they'd done that day, and the day before that, and the day before that. The summer had just begun, and the siblings were taking a long-planned, gleefully anticipated road trip down to California, to see the legendary beaches and try and reconnect with some distant friends. But being cooped up in a car like this wasn't exactly the thrilling adventure the Lins had hoped for, at least during these times when they found themselves in such bland surroundings for so long. "You okay, sis?" Patrick asked, idly toying with his fluffy tail, "You look kinda rough." Without taking her eyes off the road, Jill smirked. "Always the flatterer, you," she replied, "No wonder you're such a hit with the girls." Blushing slightly, Patrick made a face. "You know what I mean," he muttered, "Maybe we should take a break for a while. You wanna switch back at the next gas station?" The female panda looked over at him, and now Pat could see the fatigue in his sister's eyes. "I don't know, I'm kinda hungry," she admitted, "How about we find some restaurant that won't poison us, and we take a bit of a break?" Stroking his fuzzy chin, Patrick nodded. "Yeah, I could eat," he said, "Let me find us a place."

Getting the phone back out, Patrick started searching for eateries based on both location and reviews, scrolling around intently as his sister drove on. "Looks like we're in the town of Dunsberg," the panda said, idly, "Even the name sounds boring." A moment passed as he perused some reviews and ratings. "Hmmm, there's a place just over the hill if you don't mind waiters who are 'obviously high on the job'," he muttered, "Not a lot of good will towards that one." "I don't know how you do that," Jill said, "I can barely read a text message in the car without getting dizzy." The red panda grinned, poking his sibling in the thigh with his tail. "Some people got it, some people don't," he said, "I guess you're just not awesome enough." He kept scrolling, and after a disappointing false lead brought them to a restaurant that was now a clothing store, and a great deal of complaining that nobody had mentioned to the app that it was defunct, Patrick found them a place that seemed half-decent. "Here we go," he started, "Okay, it's really more of a bar, but they've got a dinner menu, and the reviews say it's actually pretty decent. More importantly for bar food, it's also not overpriced out the ass. It's called Frank Jr.'s." "I'm in," replied his grateful sibling, "How do we get there?" "Alright, let me bring up the directions." As he tapped at his phone, Patrick glanced up at some movement from the corner of his eye. A small green car, one of the first other drivers they'd seen in a while, was passing them. Jill slowly lifted one hand from the wheel and, in a carefully controlled motion that didn't disturb her other hand or jiggle the steering, punched him in the shoulder. "Punch buggy green," she said, cheerily, and both siblings began to snicker just as much as they did when they were kids on a trip with their parents.

They passed right by it on their first attempt, but before too long, the Lins were pulling into the parking lot at Frank Jr.'s. "No line of motorcycles, no broken windows, no police tape in the parking lot," Jill observed, "I think we're good here." Briefly rolling his window down, Patrick grinned. "Don't forget, they're not blaring country music loud enough to hear it out here," he said, "That's always a plus." As always, when the car was switched off, the sudden lack of the engine noise after so many hours made the quiet seem deafening in Patrick's ears, but he was still grateful to get out. "Ohhhh, God," he groaned, "Feels so good to stretch my legs. Nnngh!" Knitting his fingers together, he raised his arms over his head and bent backwards, feeling a couple pops in his back. "You're telling me," said Jill, who was bent over, rubbing her calves, "Feels like I've been in that chair half my life, I think my ass is numb." Patrick swallowed the joke that immediately came to mind, but he couldn't prevent his gaze from instinctively darting to the slender female's pert rump. Embarrassed, he swallowed and averted his eyes. It didn't help that Jill was wearing the skinny jeans which outlined her lower half so tightly. "You didn't leave anything important lying in sight, did you?" Jill asked, as she closed her door. Bumping the passenger's side door closed with his hip, Patrick shook his head. "Nah, I know the drill by now," he replied, and his companion nodded and locked the doors with the fob on her keychain. As she pocketed her keys, the two ailurids walked side by side up to the front entrance, exchanged a glance and a smile, and stepped inside.

Frank Jr.'s wasn't the filthy den of depression nor the hive of scum and villainy that Patrick had been quietly afraid it might be, having seen entirely too many movies about biker gangs and mafia hangouts. It was just... a bar. Nothing especially spectacular about it, the decor was quiet and didn't get in the way, the floors and tables were clean, and the lighting was just a little subdued, so as not to bother the eyesight of even the drunkest patron. There were a few people there, but unlike what pop culture suggests about strangers walking into an unfamiliar bar, most of them didn't even look up as the Lins stepped inside, much less give them the evil eye. Jill nodded to their left, and brother and sister took a seat at a booth at the side of the room. Honestly, Patrick reflected, it was the fact that the place had no windows that had put him off more than anything else, but it didn't seem like they were hiding away from the world in here, just that they preferred their light generated from a bulb. Within moments, a rodent woman that Patrick would describe as a stereotypical waitress walked up. He wasn't sure if she was a rat or a very, very tired mouse, and decided it would be rude to ask, especially with his sister in prime position to deliver a sound kicking to his vulnerable shins. "Welcome to Frank's," she said, at least conversationally if not cheerily, "What can I get you two tonight?" Grinning awkwardly, Patrick turned to her. "Ah, you got a menu?" he asked, and she instantly handed over a pair of laminated sheets. "Right here, cutie. You two want a minute, or...?" At the word 'cutie', the waitress smirked very genuinely, and Patrick suddenly wondered if she was undressing him with her eyes. Directing his attention down to the menu and hoping his mild blush was contained by his cheek fur, the red panda quickly scanned the simple list. "Uhhh, I'll have the Philly cheese steak sandwich," he replied, handing his menu back over. Without missing a beat, Jill lifted hers, too. "And I'll have the chicken parmesan," she added, politely. Nodding, her whiskers twitching just a little, the rodent jotted down a couple notes and glanced back up. "Gotcha. Anything to drink?" Without so much as exchanging a glance, Patrick grinned. "Yeah, root beer for me, 7-Up for her." The waitress had made a note of his first request, but stopped at the second. Glancing between the tired pandas, she raised an eyebrow. "You know her pretty well, huh?" she asked, and Jill smiled and patted Patrick's hand. "He should," she said, "He's my brother." The rodent woman snickered and looked at Patrick. "I was hoping you'd say that," she teased, before glancing back to Jill. "Sprite okay?" "Yeah, it's fine," Jill replied, and the waitress turned and headed off. When Patrick looked to his sister, he wasn't the least bit surprised to find that she was grinning smugly at him. "So, Romeo, you gonna ask for her number along with the cheque?" she teased. "Sis, don't..." he muttered, blushing despite his best efforts. Her smile only widened. "Come on, think about it, you get a free bed for the night, you get a warm woman in your arms, uh, it'll be nice and dark..." He laughed at that, and when he replied, it was in the family's ancestral Mandarin. "Don't be a bitch, she wasn't that bad-looking," he scolded, unable to keep the smirk off his face. Jill gasped delightedly and switched to their familial tongue as well. "Ah! So you are considering it!" she teased. "Keep it up, maybe I will ask her out," he deadpanned, "But we'll get the hotel room right next to yours, and you'll have to listen to us through the walls all night long." "Oh come on!" Jill said, an exaggeratedly dismayed look on her face, "That's underhanded! Fine! You can stay just friends with the waitress, you win!" The two of them held their serious faces for a few moments longer, but quickly broke out into giggles, shaking their heads at their own silliness.

Just about the time their food was arriving (and they didn't have to wait very long, to the pub's credit), a guy walked in and sat down at the near end of the bar. As the bartender walked over, the guy looked at his wristwatch. "Hey Carlos," the bartender, a salamander, greeted the man, obviously a regular, "What's on tap tonight?" "Hi Saul," the human replied, loosening his tie, "It's the weekend, gimme a plate of nachos and a Heineken. And wouldja put the news on?" There was a TV in a frame built into the wall behind the bar, and with a nod, 'Saul' flicked it from football replays to a news program that was just starting, and turned the volume up from a background buzz to be clearly audible, even at the Lins' table. The channel was unfamiliar to the Lins, who'd come a long way from home, but thanks to the wonders of 'non-regional diction', the anchor, a professional-looking yet undeniably attractive snow leopardess, sounded just as stilted and unusual as the news reporters back home. "Troubles continue to plague Rafael Santos of São Paulo, Brazil, after the dramatic public 'outing' last month that revealed that Isabella De Costa, who had been living with him and posing as his girlfriend, was actually his biological sister." Suddenly, Patrick choked on his root beer, turning red and breaking out into a coughing fit, and Jill's ears perked up, looking over at the TV even as she leaned forward to help her brother. "Hey buddy, you okay?" called the bartender, with a sort of 'legally obligated' interested tone in his voice. Coughing hard to clear his throat, a deeply embarrassed Patrick nodded as he raised his hand. "Y-yeah, s-sorry," he managed, "T-tried to breathe my d-drink..." hunching forward, he continued to cough quietly into his hands until his lungs finished protesting, and then he looked up at the screen that Jill kept glancing at so curiously. A still photo was on display, of a pair of humans who were neither especially attractive nor particularly homely. He had his arm around her, and she was resting her head against his shoulder with a wide smile. Both of them were raising beers in salute to whoever was holding the camera. They looked just as happy as any other couple to Patrick, nothing to suggest an illicit secret, but then he'd always noticed that about casual pictures of serial killers, too. Scrutinizing their faces, he thought he could see a distinct resemblance between them, but deep down, he wondered if he just saw one because he expected to see one, or worse, that it was just the kind of resemblance all humans shared, and he was unintentionally being specist. "Since the public revelation, both Santos and De Costa have been fired from their jobs and ostracized from their social circle, along with a public outcry for some kind of punishment, although incest between consenting adults is not illegal in Brazil," said the voice of the anchorwoman, "Lately, however, the home the two of them share has been the target of repeated acts of vandalism, and both of them have allegedly received death threats in the mail due to the nature of their relationship." The camera cut to the man from the picture, looking rather frazzled. He was speaking very, very empathetically to the camera, but his words were quiet, subdued, drowned out by the much louder sound of a voice very calmly speaking English. The translation's neutral tone seemed so at odds with the obviously upset man's raised voice and strong gestures that it almost felt to Patrick like a narrator talking over a nature show. "I love her," said the translator, "Why can no one understand this? This isn't some kind of perverse game, this is love. When I look at Isabella, I don't see my sister, I see the woman I love. Maybe they can't respect that, but they should at least leave us alone."

The camera cut back to the studio, where the anchorwoman started to close out the segment while doing her practiced best to sound neither especially sympathetic to Santos and his sister nor particularly condemning. But Patrick's attention was drawn back to the table as Jill sighed. "Those poor people," she muttered, shaking her head. Patrick nodded towards the TV. "The guy and his sister?" he asked, somewhat cautiously. This wasn't exactly a topic the panda had expected to come up in a conversation with his sister, and he wasn't sure how to approach it. Shifting slightly in his seat, he reached up to his right wrist and began toying with the small wooden beads on the bracelet he wore there. It was a nervous habit he'd picked up since... well. Best not to dwell. Jill was nodding, and he forced his focus to the present. "A big public scandal like that, I almost don't blame their bosses for firing them," she said, with an invisible emphasis on the word 'almost', "But fucking up their house? Death threats? It's not like they're monsters or something, they're not killing people or making kiddie porn in their basement, they just happen to be..." She trailed off, struggling for words. "In love with the one person on the planet they're not supposed to be in love with?" Patrick suggested, poking at his sandwich. The other ailurid nodded gratefully. "Yeah, exactly," she replied. Swallowing, Patrick forced himself to make eye contact, as embarrassing as this question was going to be. "So... you don't have a problem with incest?" he asked. Jill blushed right along with him, and her ears lowered a little, telegraphing how awkward she felt. "Well, it's different if it's, you know, like a parent and child, because that's, like, a position of power and authority and all that," she managed, "But if it's just a br- uh, if it's siblings, I guess as long as they're both consenting adults, I don't exactly see the harm... You know what I mean?" Pat was quick to nod, something which made Jill visibly relax. "Oh yeah," he agreed, "As long as they're not hurting anybody, I say just let them be happy together." Jill smiled, and the two of them averted their eyes from each other, falling silent as they let the awkwardness slowly dissipate. Patrick sighed through his nostrils as quietly as he could, stunned by the unlikelihood of that conversation. A conversation between a brother and sister about the ethical morality of a sexual relationship between a brother and sister was profoundly awkward on its own, but things were so, so much worse for Patrick Lin... who had been in love with his sister Jill for the better part of a decade now.

When Patrick was in his first semester at college, the pressure on him to succeed, both real and perceived, had been vastly increased over high school, and so the stress he felt had also risen accordingly. It eventually got so bad that Pat felt like he was being pushed to the edge of his sanity most of his waking hours, and he'd struggled with depression, and then with drugs. Most stories of drug abuse do not lead to an improved sense of self or a feeling of increased stability in one's life, and so it is not terribly surprising that the once promising student began to go into a downwards spiral. Whenever anyone had tried to confront him on it, Patrick had lashed out at them bitterly, directing all the suffering he'd bottled up inside at people who were only trying to help. One by one, he drove his friends and loved ones away, until even his parents distanced themselves, despairing of the fact that their beloved boy had seemingly descended into the life of a useless junkie. The only people Patrick had left were the dealers who were only too happy to help him make things worse... and his sister. Jill Lin refused to abandon her big brother, even when he lashed out at her, too, until the night when she'd unexpectedly dropped by his apartment and saved Patrick from an overdose. Seeing that she refused to leave his corner, Patrick had finally lowered his guard and let her in close, allowing her to help him. With Jill's help, he'd had the strength of will to go to rehab, an extraordinarily unpleasant experience, and he even retook the courses he'd failed and got his education back on track. Forget graduating, Pat was convinced that if Jill hadn't been there for him, he would have died before the end of that year, and he couldn't have clawed his way back up to something that felt like 'normal' without Jill being there for him every step of the way, able to take his calls in the middle of the night, listen to his innermost fears and stresses, and support him when he felt weak or broken. Somewhere along the way, he'd grown to see Jill for the supportive, caring soul she really had, what a beautiful person the red panda was, and despite his best efforts to ignore it, write it off as a crush, or shake it off entirely, he'd developed genuine, honest-to-God romantic feelings towards his little sister, feelings which had never dissipated in the years since then. Despite the cornucopia of mixed emotions it brought to the surface whenever he dwelt on it, deep down in his heart of hearts, there were few things that Patrick longed for more than to hold the slender female in his arms, run his fingers through her hair, and kiss her the way a man kisses a woman, not the way he kisses his little sister. Believing that these feelings were even more shameful than the drug habit that had almost destroyed him, though, he had resolved never to act on them, and that perhaps burying them deep inside would work better than burying his personal issues had in college.

Each time Jill found herself a boyfriend, even as he felt silently jealous of the man, Patrick would hope this would be the time his heart accepted reality and let her go, but each time she became single again, he would despair at the feeling of hope and longing that would spike in his heart. So he'd started distancing himself from her, afraid she might somehow work out how he felt about her, only for his efforts to have an unforeseen side effect. Hoping to reconnect with her beloved older brother, Jill had gone to lengths to make it possible for them to take the road trip they'd been talking about since their mid-teens, and seeing the joy, the excitement in her eyes, the elder sibling hadn't been able to bring himself to make up an excuse. And so, Patrick hit the road, living in extreme proximity to the woman he loved for an extended time. The cherry on top, of course, was that they were heading to the beaches in California, and Patrick had long had a secret daydream about confessing his feelings to Jill on exactly such a beach as the sun set, reassuring her fears about the righteousness of such a relationship with the strength and truth of his love for her, and kissing her just as the sun first kissed the waves. The red panda had suffered in silence so far on the trip, especially with the way Jill let her guard down around him, not caring if she was sitting in such a way as to expose her cleavage, or if her rump pressed against his package as they brushed past each other in the cramped hotel rooms they'd been staying in, or how it might affect her stoic older brother if she talked casually about sex. But now... now, a seed had planted itself in Patrick's brain, and it had taken root before he could excise it. It wasn't much; he'd always assumed that Jill would be thoroughly disgusted if he so much as admitted he was attracted to her, much less confessed his love, that she would finally find the thing that made her cut all ties to Patrick and abandon him, finding the very idea disgusting. But Jill had just told him, to his face, that, theoretically at least, she was okay with the concept of a brother-sister relationship as long as both parties were of age and gave consent. It wasn't much, but... what if it could grow into more?

As Patrick tried to recover from the awkward moment, he took another drink and then went back to toying with the beads on his wrist. It wasn't technically a bracelet, it was a small set of Buddhist prayer beads that had belonged to their grandfather. Patrick wasn't a Buddhist, but he'd learned a meditation technique to help him deal with stress in his life without injecting anything into his veins, and after using the beads to help him feel closer to his grandfather, he'd taken to wearing them all the time as a sort of totem of strength; when he grew nervous or anxious, he would play his fingertips over the beads, run through the gist of the technique in his mind, and remind himself, essentially, that he was in control and everything was okay. "Something wrong with your sandwich?" Jill asked, interrupting his thoughts. He looked up, and she was regarding him with a slightly furrowed brow, poking at her pasta with a fork. "You okay, Pat?" she asked, more quietly, "You're doing the thing again, like something's bothering you." Flicking her ear to the side, she pouted. "W-was it the TV conversation? Because I'm sorry if it, um, made you uncomfortable," she said, rubbing at her upper arm, "You didn't just agree with me to make it less awkward, did you? You're not, like, judging me or anything?" Given how much strength the male had drawn from his sister in his lowest time, Jill worried a surprising amount about what the people she cared about thought of her, particularly her family. "No, no, it's not about that at all," he lied, before making up for it with a truth, "I really am okay with that, I'm just, uh... I'm feeling a bit rough from spending all day on the road, again, and it's making me a bit... itchy." Putting down her fork, Jill leaned forward and placed her hand on top of his, a look of concern in her eyes. "Patrick," she breathed, even quieter this time. He raised his free hand and waved it dismissively. "No, no, not like that," he assured her, "We're a million miles from home, where would I even go to fall off the wagon? I don't even know which part of Dunsberg is the bad side of town. I'm good, I'm in control, I'm just starting to wish this had been a rail trip instead of a road trip. At least on a train, you can get up to stretch your legs, or take a leak..." "And you're not cooped up with your little sister?" Jill suggested, raising an eyebrow. "I can't win," Patrick laughed, shaking his head. She smiled, to show she was just teasing him, and then nodded to the bar. "Well, it just so happens we have a tap just there," she pointed out, "Why don't you have Carlos pour you a drink or two, help you relax?" Curiously, Patrick had never had the problems with alcohol abuse that he'd had with chemicals, and he was easily capable of getting drunk with his friends or family without it spiralling out of control. "Carlos is the guy in the ugly suit obsessing over the stock market numbers," he countered, glancing to the TV, where the news had moved onto business, "The bartender was Saul. And I don't know, you're driving, and I don't mind having a beer by myself to relax at the end of the day, but with you right here, watching me, I'd be all self-conscious." Jill nodded and leaned back, and Patrick picked up his Philly cheese steak and finally took a bite. Delicious. As the waitress walked past again, Jill leaned over and stopped her. "Excuse me, miss," she said, rather formally, "I feel like I'm done with driving for the night. Is there a hotel near here that my brother and I could crash in later on?" The rodent woman grinned. "Sure thing, dearie, the Homestead Inn's just around the corner from here, within walking distance even." Jill glanced at her brother and winked. "Then in that case," she said, turning her attention back to the waitress, "Bring us a couple of pints, would you? We've got a lot of relaxing to do..."

A few hours later, the Lins walked out of Frank Jr.'s. Well, 'walked' might have been a generous term, perhaps 'staggered' would be more appropriate. Their rodent waitress walked out with them and pointed down the road. "The Homestead's just down that way and around the corner to the right," she said, with the slow, patient cadence of someone talking to either children or the drunk, "You can't miss it. And don't forget to come back for your keys in the morning!" Jill turned and smiled widely at her, nodding. "Thanks, Miriam, you're a pal," she said, "Tell Saulie goodnight for us, and tell Frank we're sorry he wasn't here tonight!" Despite herself, the older woman laughed as she flicked the neon sign over the door from 'Yes, we are OPEN' to 'Sorry, we're CLOSED'. "I'll give you guys this; for out-of-towners, you two are pretty goddamned memorable," Miriam said, "Have a good night, and good luck avoiding hangovers!" She chuckled again as she stepped inside to help the bartender close up shop, and the red pandas began to walk away. They'd had a bit more than 'a couple of pints', and now Patrick and Jill were leaning on each other in order to make sure they stayed upright and steady. "God, that was a nice place," Jill said, "Wasn't that a nice place? Well... it was a bit ghetto, actually, but the people were sure nice." "I dunno," replied Patrick, "That Mexican guy kept giving me the stink eye. It's like he'd never heard of fun or something." "Well, yeah, he sucked," Jill acknowledged, as they crossed the street, "But he left early, and then it was cool people only, no tight-asses allowed." "Speak for yourself, you floozy," Patrick teased, "My ass is mint condition, still got its V-tags." Jill responded with a series of delighted giggles that would have made her brother smile even if he hadn't been drinking. The truth of the matter was that he was slightly exaggerating his inebriation; he so enjoyed seeing Jill let loose and relax like this that he didn't want to make her feel embarrassed for being a bit less in control than he was. Okay, a big part of it was that he was savouring the rare opportunity to have this kind of extended physical contact with the woman he loved, and he didn't want to risk losing the moment, afraid that if she knew, she might get self-conscious and not lean on him so much. God, she smelled good... "Aww, thank you, big brother," she giggled, "I like your cologne, too." Patrick said nothing, just blushed as he realized that he'd said that out loud. Maybe he was a little more genuinely affected than he thought... Still, as the hotel came into view, he couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, we're done with the stairs..." "I can see that, Patrick." "Just sayin'. For all I know you're blind drunk and just strangely co- uh, coherent. 204... 205... Here we are, room 206." Patrick was still feeling a little put-off by the enormous grin on the desk clerk's face as they'd ordered a room, the sly, knowing look in his eyes. He'd told the dude they were siblings, but he was almost convinced the guy hadn't bought it. Patrick stopped by the door to reach into his pocket and get the key, only to freeze as Jill turned to him and hugged him full on, leaning down and nuzzling her face into his chest. "Mmmm... I'm tired, Pat," she mumbled into his shirt. Swallowing, he pulled out the key and reached over to the lock without disturbing his sister. "That's okay, just a little bit further," he assured her, finding his other hand instinctively reaching up and running itself through her hair. It was so impossibly soft to the touch, it sent a shiver down the red panda's spine and into the long, fluffy tail that separated their kind from the more well known black-and-white great panda. The species weren't actually that closely related, but things like proper taxonomy were about the furthest thing from Patrick's mind at the moment. Instead, the nervous male couldn't help but imagine himself tilting Jill's chin up and kissing his little sister the way he'd longed to for so many years, of whispering to her that he didn't just love her as a sibling, but as a woman, and of course, more than anything else, he imagined himself taking the gorgeous female in his arms, laying her on one of the beds inside the room, and making sweet, beautiful love to her. But even as he thought these things, his mind burned with the strength of how very wrong it was. Not because she was his flesh and blood, he'd come to terms with that particular guilt a long time ago, but because they were both drunk, and he wanted to be absolutely clear-headed if he was going to confess his true feelings. More importantly, he wanted Jill to be clear-headed when he told her, to give her a fair chance to react to it. Besides, in this state, they probably wouldn't even be very good together in bed... Grinning self-deprecatingly at that last thought, he sighed, pushed away the fantasies, and opened the door, whereupon his grin promptly fell away. "That son of a bitch." "What's wrong, big brother?" she asked, without looking up from her up close and personal examination of the middle buttons on his shirt. "There's only one bed. I clearly asked for two, and he gave us one," he grumbled, ushering Jill inside. "I bet that feral-fucker did this on purpose!" Looking up, Jill glanced briefly at her brother's blushing face before looking at the bed and giggling, unbothered. "Oh, don't be mean, Pat," she said, casually, "He probably just thought we were here to fuck."

Jill wandered over to the bed and sat down, testing its softness, and Patrick shuddered from head to toe, feeling strangely incensed by the casualness of his sister's suggestion. He'd managed to keep himself in check in the hallway, but now he felt his cock give a twitch inside his pants. Sighing, he shook his head. "If only..." he muttered aloud without thinking about it, only catching himself too late. "What was that?" Jill asked, innocently. Blushing harder than before, Patrick averted his eyes by turning around and closing the door behind them. "I said 'As if'," he lied, "I told the guy I was your brother, why the hell didn't he believe me?" Standing up again, Jill wobbled over to the bathroom and shrugged in the doorway, giggling to herself. "I don't know, maybe he just thought that was our thing." As the door closed behind her, Patrick started toying with his tail, his ears flattening as he looked up at the ceiling and mouthed 'give me strength'. Not wanting to go back downstairs and make a big deal out of the room in their current condition, the Lins proceeded to freshen up a bit at the sink and then get ready for bed. Patrick found himself rather embarrassed as Jill slipped her pants off and lay down in her panties and a tank top, reaching under her shirt to free her girls from the imprisonment of her bra. Averting his eyes from the mostly nude female, Pat yanked his pants down quickly, as if he were tearing off a band-aid, and slipped off his shirt. He normally slept in just his boxers, so he was used to this, but he'd brought along a pair of pyjama pants for the sake of decency around his little sister, pyjama pants which were still stowed in the car, making this a very uncomfortable situation. He quickly slipped under the covers, but Jill stopped him as he reached over for the light. "Give us a goodnight kiss, big brother," she said, playfully, and turned her cheek his way. Patrick's heart began to beat faster as a crazy idea suddenly took root and refused to be ignored. Deciding to act before he lost his nerve, the ailurid leaned over, one hand casually draped over Jill's slender shoulder, and at the last moment, he suddenly leaned to the side and planted a kiss directly on his sister's lips. He only lingered a single second, and of course he kept his tongue politely inside his own mouth, so technically the kiss was no less chaste than any other a girl might get from her brother, but as her slightly dulled reflexes caught up with the moment, Jill still leaned back, her eyes widening slightly, and she gasped under her breath. The younger red panda blushed, raising a hand to her mouth, but said nothing, and with a wide smile, as though nothing was out of the ordinary, Patrick nodded to her politely. "Goodnight, little sister," he replied, and turned away to lean over and flick the lights off. He lay down quickly, his heart pounding like a drum, and soon enough, he heard the sheets shuffling as Jill lay down too, apparently having made her peace with that unexpected moment. The question was, how did she feel about it? Patrick may have received a hint shortly thereafter - just as he was about to fall asleep, the mattress began to shift again, and he was shocked to feel Jill crawling into his arms, lightly embracing him in a good old-fashioned cuddle. "J-Jill!" he whispered, unsure what to do, his brotherly instincts and the instincts of his forbidden feelings actively warring against each other. But she just gave him a brief squeeze. "Shhh..." she replied, nuzzling against his bare chest, and left it at that. As his body slowly relaxed, Patrick hugged her back, shivering as he allowed himself to enjoy just how indescribably warm and soft his sister felt against him, and with a contented sigh, he was back off to sleep.

With Jill slumbering peacefully in his arms, and her scent teasing his nostrils with every breath, Patrick's dreams were full of her, whether she was laughing with him as they had lunch together, or gasping in pleasure as he took her passionately in the back seat of the car they practically lived in these days, or just shivering in silence as he finally surrendered to his feelings and kissed the surprised panda femme, who brought joy to her brother's heart by kissing him back. Oh, sure, in the past, Patrick had dreamed about a crying or angry Jill rejecting him as perverted, rejecting his feelings as evil, he'd had plenty of dreams like that, but tonight, somehow, with the girl actually lying against him, all of his dreams were peaceful and full of love. When he woke up the next day, Jill was waking up with him, blinking in the thin light coming in around the edges of the window blinds. Their position had shifted slightly; Jill now lay on her back, and Pat had rolled with her, so that he was partially draped over her. He wasn't exactly a massive bodybuilder, though, so his size wasn't pinning her to the bed, and she seemed comfortable enough for the moment. All things considered, the liquor hadn't left Patrick feeling too bad; his stomach felt a little questionable, but he could deal, just needed to eat something plain like bread to settle it down. "Morning, Pat," she murmured. He yawned, poked around his mouth with his tongue. In that traditional hangover way, even though he'd brushed his teeth the previous night, his mouth tasted like burnt yogurt. "G'morning, little sister," he replied, smacking his chops, "How're you feeling?" "I'm okay," she said, "bit of a headache." She blinked a number of times and rubbed at her bleary eyes as she yawned too. Her breath still smelled like cheap liquor, which wasn't exactly as attractive as her soft fur. "I'd ask how you're feeling," she said, "But I already know the answer." The older panda furrowed his brow. "Why's that?" he asked, his ear flicking in confusion. "Because," Jill replied, looking up at him groggily, "Your morning wood is poking me in the stomach."

At such blatant words, Patrick tensed up in shock and panic, and with that minute movement, he felt his rigid penis, which was straining against his boxers, rub against his sister's belly. Letting out a yelp, he pushed away from her and grabbed at his traitorous organ, using the blankets that came with him to cover his shame. "Christ!" he gasped, "Oh - oh Jill, I'm so fucking sorry, I, I..." As he blushed and stammered, his ears lowering towards his head, Jill sat up and rubbed at her forehead. "It's fine, whatever," she said, sounding very much like she needed coffee, "You're a guy, it happens, you were asleep, let's just pretend neither of us noticed, okay?" But Patrick was still distracted; normally, he woke up hard because he needed to take a leak, but today, his dick was as hard as it could possibly get, and he knew it was because of the dreams he'd had... because of the girl in his arms. He swallowed and tried desperately to think un-sexy thoughts, a process which became much, much more difficult when he noticed that Jill's immodest, splayed-leg sitting posture made it abundantly clear that her panties were riding up, and the material formed a tight camel toe against her cleft. Oh, how desperately a part of him longed to slip his hand into those panties... But that would be insane, of course, so he just averted his eyes and stood up, immediately facing away from her. "That's a g-good idea," he said, wondering if his whiskers were going to burn from the temperature of his cheeks, "I'm gonna go pretend no one noticed over there... in the shower." Closing the bathroom door behind him, he locked it securely and bit down on a black-furred fist. He really, really wanted to solve this problem by jerking off in the shower, especially with that tantalizing image of Jill's nethers outlined in fabric so fresh in his mind, but somehow, even with the door locked, he couldn't bring himself to masturbate to a taboo fantasy about his sister while she was waiting for the shower on the other side of the wall! Deciding to leave that to braver men, he reluctantly turned the shower on with the knob all the way into 'cold', clenched his teeth, and climbed in, to wash away the sweat, the grime, and the arousal.

After both siblings got cleaned up (and Patrick's mind was no longer swimming with desire), they checked out of the hotel (thankfully, a different guy was on duty than the jerk manning the desk in the evening, so they didn't have to deal with a smarmy, 'knowing' grin) and went across the street to a cafe to have breakfast. The place wasn't a chain, so for the first part of the meal, the two of them just discussed whether or not the 'cheap, but acceptable' food (as Jill put it) could be considered 'fast food' or not. As she thoughtfully chewed on a croissant, the younger sibling glanced across the table and gestured vaguely with her bread product. "So once we get a change of clothes," she said, "It's gonna be your turn to drive. What's the Internet say about the weather? I'd ask how far we're gonna make it today, but at this point I wouldn't be surprised if we just keep cycling through the same tiny towns over and over again." In the middle of clearing some butter off of his whiskers, Patrick looked up at her and grinned. "You know, I was thinking, actually," he replied, "I'm all for a change of clothes, but I'm so sick of that car and the samey roads, maybe we should just, you know, take a day. We could just stay here and work out the stress, then hit the road tomorrow." Jill chewed her croissant with a dubious expression on her face, taking a deep breath to focus her thoughts as she swallowed. "I don't know, Pat, this isn't exactly New York, are you sure we're going to be able to find stuff to keep ourselves occupied all day in... whatever the hell this town is called?" Leaning back in his chair, the elder sibling smiled in what he hoped was a confident, spontaneous kind of way. "It's, uh, Dunsberg, and sure, no problem," he assured her, subtly re-checking the name on his phone, "We'll go out and entertain ourselves, explore this town and find out what makes it tick. Worst case scenario, we get bored and hit the road by dinnertime." He leaned closer and casually placed his hand atop his sister's, tenderly rubbing the skin between her thumb and forefinger with his own thumb. "You know what they say, Jill; when you're on a road trip, it isn't about where you're going or what happens along the way," he murmured, "It's about who you're with." As Jill grinned back at him, Patrick reached up and smoothed down a tuft of white stripe fur on her cheek, and the slender panda chuckled. "I didn't know you were such a persuasive speaker, Patrick," she teased, "You should have joined the debate club. Alright, big brother, I'll follow your lead. But first, back to Frank's for those keys."

When they returned to Frank Jr.'s, the bar was closed, but the pub was still serving food, though without a breakfast menu, the place was practically deserted. This made it easy for the Lins to get inside and retrieve Jill's keys from the day shift waitress, a poodle who seemed more interested in Jill than in her brother. Patrick silently empathized. With that done, they went into the car and got a change of clothes. Patrick pulled the car out into the lot behind the pub, which was blocked in on three sides thanks to the wooden fences on the property, and sat on the hood, keeping an eye out, as Jill got changed into some fresh clothes in the backseat. "You know, in retrospect, maybe we shouldn't have checked out of the hotel so soon," Jill opined through the door. Patrick grinned and shrugged. "I guess we had a lot on our minds this morning," he suggested. Soon enough, Jill was decent again, and she stepped out of the car, applying deodorant, something made easier by her sleeveless top. They traded places, and Patrick got dressed, secretly wishing that Jill would try to sneak a peek, so he would know that she was interested. It wasn't just that he wanted to fuck her, of course, he'd been in love with her for years now; Jill's gentle, supportive personality made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It's just that since he'd stopped fighting those feelings in the last fifteen hours or so, he couldn't help but feel immensely attracted to her physically even as his heart longed to reach out to her emotionally. As he climbed out of the car, he suddenly noticed that Jill had seemingly gone out of her way to make it worse for him. "You ready? Great!" she said, "You wanna drive around until we find something interesting, or stash this somewhere and just walk?" She turned around and leaned onto her toes to peek over the fence next to them, and despite his best efforts, Patrick's gaze dropped down to his little sister's ass. Jill was wearing short shorts today, a well-worn pair that hugged her rump beautifully and showed off the smooth curves of her legs, the soft fur that covered her thighs... Before he started fantasizing about running his hands through that fur, Patrick forced his attention up to the back of her head. This wouldn't do at all, he couldn't just leer at Jill every time she turned her back! He started toying with the beads on his wrist; he needed to focus his mind on something else, lest he come across like a common pervert. He actually grinned as the answer occurred to him: he would focus on his love. With his mind now filled with more worksafe daydreams about holding her hand and nuzzling against her cheek, the red panda took a deep breath as his sibling turned around again. "How about we ask the locals what's around here, so we know whether we should drive or walk?" he suggested. Rolling her eyes exaggeratedly, Jill scoffed and waved her hand dismissively. "Well, sure, if you wanna be all responsible and logical about it..." she replied, and Patrick snorted in amusement and followed her back to the bar.

The poodle waitress seemed like she'd rather give Jill her number than suggestions, but she told them about a few of the more interesting features of the town, and Patrick and Jill were immediately drawn to the ridiculousness of the World's Second-Largest Ball of Twine, and so their overloaded sedan made a beeline for the tourist trap. Once there, Patrick noted the way the sign by the road had been hastily - but not recently - amended to include the word 'second', and the site's owner, who happened to be standing nearby when he mentioned this, somewhat grumpily informed the siblings that the world record had been stolen from him by 'that rotten thief in Minnesota'. Patrick's instincts ran to light-hearted mockery, but the man was ursine, and there were sayings about getting on a bear's nerves, so he wisely refrained. Jill, on the other hand, told the man that his ball was still very impressive, and asked him to take their picture in front of it with her phone. To her brother's surprise, in posing for the picture, Jill threw an arm casually around his shoulders and pulled them in close, so that their cheek fur was practically meshing together. Feeling the warmth of her body against his and smelling her light, sweet natural scent, Patrick suddenly felt a surge in the strength of his emotions towards her. He managed to smile for the camera, but he shivered as Jill hurried towards the man to see how it turned out, oblivious to the look on the other panda's face. Patrick looked away, blushing; apparently it wasn't just his more primal desires that were stronger now that he wasn't holding back anymore. He felt nervous, even awkward around Jill, as if he were back in high school and she was his crush. He tried to shake it off, but with feelings this deep and this old, it was like trying not to think of elephants - they just kept creeping back into his mind, trunks a-flailing. After leaving the twine ball behind, the Lins went to an outdoor flea market, where they took in the sight of many colourful individuals, and a lot of questionable quality wares. Patrick was trying to calm his mutinous heart by pretending to be interested in a box full of old comic books when Jill called his name. "Hey, Pat! Would these earrings look good on me?" she asked as he approached, holding them up to her ears. A very, very specific image popped into his mind, his mouth dried out, and Patrick couldn't help but think to himself that if she were wearing those earrings and absolutely nothing else, she would look truly divine. "They would look great on you, s-sis," he said. She beamed at him and gave him a quick hug, and even in that one second, he wanted to hold her tight and never let go, to press his muzzle into the gentle curve of her neck and breathe deep of her scent. As she turned to the vendor to buy the jewellery, doubt finally began to creep in as the thought occurred to a worried Patrick as he toyed with his beads again: Am I seriously considering seducing my little sister?

They left the marketplace with Jill wearing the earrings and a nice bandanna around her neck, but Patrick hadn't bought anything in his nervousness. He'd grown quieter, more distant, since he was almost afraid of the strength of his feelings, but so far Jill hadn't commented on it. From there, they followed the suggestion of an old man who overheard them talking about their daytrip and went out to a fairly rural area looking for a local historical landmark, one of the spots where Lewis and Clark had made camp for the winter. Upon arriving, however, they discovered that however historically significant the site might be, and even if it was 'the town's original claim to fame', it consisted of an open field with a small pedestal in it, bearing a State-granted plaque that proudly proclaimed its significance. The only thing on it that drew Patrick's interest was the fact that someone had added vulgar graffiti on the pedestal. "I think a canine drew this dickbutt," Jill opined, "The cock has a knot on it." Patrick laughed at that, despite his tense feelings, and they took turns taking pictures of themselves posing with the dickbutt. After that, they drove back to town for lunch, with Jill talking facetiously about how important and historical it felt to see the dickbutt drawn by Lewis and Clark, but other than chuckling along and agreeing with her now and then, he was a bit too withdrawn to play along. Those short shorts did not help matters... Heading back into town to try their luck again, the Lins stopped at a gas station to fill up the car, and Patrick went inside to ask the guy behind the counter if he knew of anywhere fun. The man spoke with such a strong Russian accent that Patrick could barely understand him, and it seemed that the guy barely understood the question, but a middle-aged donkey woman waiting in line behind Patrick eagerly suggested a site down the road. Patrick was a bit dubious, but he thought he'd run it by his sister anyway. Naturally, Jill was completely on board with this idea, and so the two of them headed off to the local train museum. It turned out to be... about as boring as one would expect a museum dedicated entirely to trains and the local history thereof to be, and it did make Jill quietly question why they kept taking suggestions from random people on the street, but getting an up close and personal look at the old steam engines was kind of cool, and of course, having each other there made it much more enjoyable, so they had an alright time before they left, with Patrick now sporting a ridiculous conductor's hat with the museum's logo proudly printed on the front.

Heading out to stop for lunch, Patrick and Jill were happy to take a break from all their exploration and just sit down for a while. They commented on how enormous the American restaurants made their serving portions (in politely quiet Mandarin of course) before actually digging in, and as Patrick poked at his burger, Jill muttered about how they sure were doing a lot of driving for a day that was supposed to be about getting away from all the driving. Patrick countered that today they were out doing stuff instead of just driving and driving in a straight line for hours at a time, as they had done on their long trip south. As Jill she nodded in response to that point, she slouched a little and her leg bumped into Pat's and stayed there. She kept her eyes on her plate, but Patrick found himself distracted by the sensation of the slender female's fur pressed against his own. Suddenly, he kinda wished he'd worn jeans today instead of shorts. When she started moving her leg back and forth, rubbing their calves together, the elder sibling shuddered, and for one heart-pounding moment, he thought she was trying to start playing footsies with him - and then he realized she was just tapping her heel against the floor in time with the ambient music. One of her favourite songs was playing on an unseen speaker. He moved his foot away, embarrassed, and Jill glanced up at him. "I'm sorry, was this bothering you?" she asked, genuinely contrite, "It's just a habit, I wasn't even thinking about it." She gave him one of those warm, gentle smiles he adored so much, and Patrick grinned back somewhat weakly and stared into his French fries like the potato sticks contained the secret of life itself. It was like everything that happened made him feel more and more nervous around his sister. His heart pounded every time he thought about confessing to her, but at the same time, his feelings were so strong that now that he'd given them room to grow, he didn't know if he could live with himself without telling her the truth. As they paid the bill, the waitress offered a suggestion of her own, having overheard the siblings' conversation. Jill was reticent to accept the suggestions of a stranger again, but the woman insisted that for the two pandas, this would be the highlight of the day. The strange thing was, while she was very specific about the directions, she was unusually vague about the destination, merely grinning and saying that as soon as they arrived, things would become clear.

Before they went off on that particular wild goose chase, Patrick and Jill felt rather full from stuffing their faces with burgers, and took a walk to work a bit of it off. About a block from the restaurant, they caught sight of a public park, and wandered over to check the place out. It was actually quite a nice afternoon, and the grass was a nice, vibrant green, so it felt good to take a walk along the tree-lined path, with a pleasant breeze blowing through their fur. "You know, I have to admit it," Patrick said, "I honestly didn't think Dunsberg would be this interesting when I suggested spending the day here." Jill grinned and glanced over at him. "Thinking of putting down roots? Staying here?" she teased, "Maybe you could take over the World's Second-Largest Ball of Twine for that guy when he retires." Patrick laughed and made a face before muttering something in Mandarin that wasn't entirely flattering to the town. "God, no," he chuckled, pausing by the side of the path a moment to examine a face carved into the side of a tree, "I'm just saying, I've, uh, I've really enjoyed spending the day with you. That stupid twine ball might be weird, but I'm definitely gonna remember going to see it years from now. I can't believe you wanted a picture with it..." He shook his head, amused, but his smile faltered as he glanced ahead; Jill had continued walking until she reached a flowerbed, and now she was bent over at the waist to examine the blossoms, and her succulent rump was pointing directly at him, her tail floating back and forth invitingly, her curves gripped tightly by her Daisy Dukes. The truth was, the way the path was surrounded by trees, he'd been trying to find the words to confess the truth to her. But now, as he felt his desire for Jill spiking within him, Patrick also felt his nerve to tell her the truth melting away. Without looking up from her flowers, Jill giggled. "I can't believe you wanted to take a selfie with the dickbutt on that stupid plaque stand," she retorted, blissfully unaware she was being leered at. As she stood up and looked over her shoulder, she found Patrick examining his feet intently, as if he'd come to the sudden realization that he'd never seen his shoes before. "Come on," she said, nodding down the path, and Pat nodded and followed after her.

They'd only gone about ten feet, though, when they had to part ways, stepping to either side of the path to let some people pass - a human male holding hands with a feline girl, both grinning at each other, lost in each other's eyes, completely oblivious to the fact that they were taking up a lot of real estate on the path. He knew it was shallow, but to Patrick, their happiness, and the effortless ease with which they could express that happiness in public were a source of major jealousy, since he knew that even in the best case scenario, where Jill instantly returned his affections (or she'd had similar feelings all along) and they became a couple, maintaining an incestuous relationship would be a complicated struggle of hiding things from the people they love. The woman walked close enough to him as they passed that he could hear her purring, and Patrick hurriedly stepped past them and rejoined his sister. He was about to make a mildly passive-aggressive joke about public displays of affection when they went around a corner and found a pair of morphic golden retrievers nuzzling against a tree, tails wagging madly. "The fuck is this?" Patrick said in Mandarin, using a happy, lighthearted tone that was entirely at odds with his words, so no one could pick up his feelings from the sound of his voice alone, "Is it Happy Couple Day at this park or do people just come here to frolic all the time?" Jill gave him a Look, as if annoyed at him for raining on these peoples' parades, and replied in the same language, the same false tone. "Oh, don't be a shit, big brother, let them have their fun," she said, "You're just jealous because you haven't gotten any in months, right? Besides, we've only seen two... make that three couples." Both of them stepped to the right of the path as a pair of male lemurs walked past, holding hands and giving each other subtly playful looks. Patrick idly wondered which one was the top. Then, as they came around the corner into a more open area, they saw that although not everyone at the park was a couple, there sure were a lot of them about. Then they heard a giggle to the side, behind a tall layer of bushes, and when Jill spread the foliage aside, they found two more humans passionately making out against the boundary fence at the far side of the park. The girl let out an adorable yelp of surprise and then giggled, and the guy gave them a dirty look that was rather undermined by the lipstick on his face and the enormous grin he couldn't hide. Stepping away from the shrubbery and leaving them to it, Jill avoided looking at her brother, who was of course looking at her knowingly with arms crossed. "Then again," Jill said, indirectly acknowledging him, "I guess this is just prime frolicking real estate."

After leaving the park and all of its happy inhabitants behind and returning to the restaurant where they'd left the car, Patrick and Jill felt much better, stomach-wise, and so they set off again, following the waitress' mysterious directions. It took them high into the hills on the edge of town, and down a narrow dirt road. The path was well-worn, but it didn't seem to go anywhere, as the land up there was still mostly wild and forested. The path eventually emerged into the open, where the Lins discovered... an open lot, covered in gravel, with space for about thirty cars to park, and which was surrounded on three sides by trees, and on the fourth by a gentle incline. The view of the town that incline provided was nice enough, but there were no buildings, no trail into the woods, no ranger kiosk, not even another boring plaque, nothing that indicated why anyone would want to go here. And yet, there was a single car parked to the far side of the lot. The entrance to the lot was in the back-right corner of the open clearing, but there was a gap in the trees just big enough for their car just to the right of that, on the opposite end of the lot from the mystery car, so that's where Patrick parked. Stepping out of the car, both of them looked around with the same dubious expression on their faces. "I don't know, big brother," Jill said, hugging her arms to her chest, "There's just... nothing here. This seems super sketchy." Nodding to the car opposite them, the slender female frowned. "Seriously, did we just get invited to find a body?" she asked, sounding about as uncomfortable as she looked. "Either that, or we're convenient sacrifices for a cult or a serial killer or something," Patrick said, sticking his hands in his pockets. Stepping closer, his sister bopped him in the shoulder. "Don't joke about that," she muttered, her ears lowering just a little. Jill never had liked the suggestion of scary situations. She'd get mad at you if you so much as suggested that a spider had crawled into her shoe before she reached the front door to put it on. Shrugging and trying not to smile, Patrick began walking towards the other car. "Well, we might as well take a look," he said, "Maybe there's someone there we can ask." Pat couldn't tell whether or not the car was occupied from here, the setting sun was in his eyes, and the trees cast long shadows into the car's interior. Following him closely, as if she didn't want to be alone, Jill huffed quietly. "Okay, okay, but you're looking first," she insisted, "Just in case there's a gross corpse inside. I don't want to be the generic screaming girl at the beginning of a CSI episode..." They walked closer in silence, with Patrick looking around, still trying to see any sign of why in the world the two of them in particular would be interested in driving out to the middle of nowhere. But when they were about halfway to the other car, Patrick stopped in his tracks. "Jill, wait," he said, rather firmly, grabbing her shoulder. She turned to him, alarmed. "Oh, what?" she said, flattening her ears, "Don't tell me there really is a dead body in that car?!" Turning to her, the embarrassed Patrick gestured around them. "No, sis, don't you see it?" he said, already blushing, "People come here because there's nothing here and it's in the middle of nowhere! Nice and private, surrounded by trees, lots of room for distance between cars, nice view..." Rubbing his forehead, he sighed in frustration. "This is the local Lover's Lane, Jill. Couples come here to fool around in their cars. That waitress sent us to Makeout Point."

He glanced to the mystery car again, and this time, when Jill followed his gaze, she groaned in embarrassment and turned away; there was somebody in that car alright, two people in fact, canines of some kind. Neither of them were wearing shirts, and neither of them had noticed the red pandas approaching because they were so energetically focused on each other. Jill did an about-face and started walking back to the car. "Jesus, I can't believe that woman thought we were a couple!" she said, shaking her head. Then she laughed, almost despite herself. "And that guy at the hotel last night, too. This would make a pretty good story, if it weren't for the fact that we can never tell anyone about this," she said, and then realized that Patrick wasn't with her. Looking over her shoulder at him, she called "Well? Are you coming with, or were you gonna ask those guys if you can join them?" Mumbling an apology, Pat started walking after her. He was practically shaking, his fingers fumbling against his prayer beads non-stop as his meditation technique utterly failed to help calm him down. Everything else that had happened today had either been in his head or a strange coincidence, but this? Patrick and Jill Lin, being sent to Lover's Lane together just in time for a beautiful sunset?! His heart pounded in his chest so hard he worried it would burst, and with a growing thrill/horror, the panda realized that it was about to happen. The big moment. Either it was about to happen, or it would never happen. Blinking, he looked up at his sibling again; she hadn't noticed his introspection. "I can't believe it happened twice in twenty-four hours. I guess it's because we're so comfortable with each other," she said, "But seriously, it's not like we were making out or feeding each other fries or some shit..." As they reached the car, Jill reached out towards the car, but Patrick suddenly lunged forward, too fast, and grabbed her arm. "Jill, wait!" he said, startling her. She whirled around, shock in her eyes. "What? What is it?" she said, looking around as if expecting him to be warning her of an angry feral bear emerging from the trees. The shock was quickly replaced by concern as she focused on her brother's face. "What's wrong, Patrick?" she asked, "Are you okay?" He took a moment to just look at her, her beautiful face lined with worry for him, perfectly lit by the sun off to the side, her hair dancing lightly in the breeze. "Jill, I - I've got something to tell you," he started, "Something really, really important. Something I've had on my chest for a long time now." Eyes widening in horror, Jill clapped both hands around her muzzle and gasped. "Oh my God!" she cried, "Are - are you using again? I thought you'd been acting strange lately, all quiet and distant, are you going through withdrawal, is that it? Because we've been on the road together and you haven't had the chance to get high with me around?" That hadn't exactly been the response he was looking for. Patrick cringed, but at the same time, he almost wanted to laugh. Almost. "No, no, I'm clean, sis, I haven't touched the stuff in years, I swear," he insisted, and then sighed thoughtfully, "Though you might ask again after I say this..." Jill leaned back against the car, looking both concerned and confused now. "I don't understand..." she said, one ear twitching. Taking a deep breath, Patrick looked deep into her eyes and forced himself not to look away as he gathered all of his strength, all of his courage, for one moment that needed to happen. "Jill..." he finally whispered, "I'm in love with you."

For a long, drawn-out moment, Jill didn't say anything, and then her mouth started moving without sound coming out. Finally, she managed some words; "...You're not t-talking about the usual 'I love you, sis' way, you're saying that you're..." Her face darkened, but confusion still outweighed anger in her eyes. "What - what do you mean, you're in love with me?" she asked, "We're siblings, that would be sick!" Now that, on the other hand, was one of the responses Patrick had been expecting. "So are the man and women in Brazil who are all over the news," he said, evenly, "And you said they were being unjustly persecuted, that as long as everyone was of age and consenting -" "That d-doesn't mean I want to try it!" she interrupted, sidestepping along the car to put more distance between them. Lowering his ears sadly, Patrick nodded and raised his hands in an appeasing gesture. "I know, I don't expect you to just magically return my feelings, I don't even expect you to understand," he said, quietly, "I just... I wanted to stop lying to the person I care for the most." There was a silence between them, and most - but not all - of the angry look evaporated off of Jill's face as she raised a hand to her forehead. "Oh, God, Patrick..." she groaned, "Why did you have to tell me this when we're in the middle of a road trip? Driving all this way in that cramped little car, sharing hotel rooms, getting changed around each other... This couldn't have waited until we were back from the trip? I - I'm not sure I'm comfortable around you anymore, knowing this..." Feeling his frustration welling up, the nervous male couldn't help himself. "How do you think I felt all the way down here?" he asked, "Why do you think I'd been putting this trip off for so long? You're always so relaxed around me because you barely think of me as a man, so you have no idea how uncomfortable it makes me when you're so... so... so casually beautiful all the damned time!" The siblings stared at each other for a moment, and then, to Patrick's surprise, Jill snickered in amusement. "That - that made more sense in my head..." he muttered, lowering his head in humiliation. "No, no, I got what you meant," she said, "It's just... that's the strangest compliment I've ever gotten." The moment of amusement hadn't exactly eased her discomfort, but it did seem to break the ice a little. "Look, Jill..." Patrick said, running a hand through his hair, "At least let me give you a ride back to town, we'll talk it over, and if you never want to speak to me again... Well, I'll call you a taxi and buy you a plane ticket, if you want." "Th-thank you..." she replied, rubbing her upper arm, "I mean, no thank you... I mean... I don't fucking know what I mean! I've wanted to go on this trip for years, but..." Nodding, wondering if he should have just suffered in silence, Patrick reached out and placed a hand on the car door. "Sis. You know me," he said, simply, "I'm still the guy I was a minute ago. Do you really feel like I could - I could hurt you? Let's just talk." At that, the agitated female let out a long sigh and nodded. "Alright, fine," she said, "But I'm driving."

After the pandas got back in their car and left lover's lane behind, with the couple in the other vehicle apparently unaware they'd ever been present, Jill glanced over at her brother hesitantly. "...Jesus," she finally muttered, "Don't take this the wrong way, Pat, and I know this sounds terrible, but I kinda wish you were back on drugs. I'd know how to react, how to help you, at least. I guess I should start with... Oh, Jesus Christ, brother, how the hell did this happen?" He shrugged and looked out the window noncommittally. "How does any man fall in love with -" Jill was having none of that. "You know what I mean!" she interrupted, crossly. Patrick sighed. He'd known that wouldn't work, and he wasn't sure why he'd said it. "It's like you just said, Jill," he finally replied, "You knew how to help me." Finally looking over at her, the ailurid gave his sister a plaintive look. "That year was horrible for me," he said, "It was like I was going insane, like all my plans were just barely holding together, like I was just barely holding together, and it felt like nobody on Earth gave a shit, like the only advice I could get was 'just hang in there' or 'you'll find your groove soon'." He swore in Mandarin. "Find your groove, the fuck's that even mean... I wasn't sleeping, my fur was falling out from stress, and I was getting an ulcer - a fucking ulcer, at my age! - from all the worrying I was doing over my classes and my grades. Then I found the chemicals, and they didn't make my problems magically go away, but at first, they just took the shitty edge off of my life, they made me feel strong enough to just knuckle down and get through it." Leaning forward, he buried his face in his hands. "And then they didn't. Then they started to become all that mattered, and maybe I didn't need to worry so much about classes and exams and grades." "Patrick..." Jill said, quietly, the anger gone from her voice, but he kept going. "Suddenly, people are coming out of the woodwork. Suddenly, my friends, my family, people who just told me to grin and bear it when my life was coming unravelled, all of a sudden they knew what was best, they knew what mistakes I was making. These people just brushed me off when I needed them, but now they wanted to come chew me out!" The old pain, long released, briefly flared up inside him, but it didn't last. "So I shoved them all away, I told them I didn't need them anymore. I remembered the way they had not helped me, and I rejected all of them. Some of them refused to speak to me ever again, you know that? And all along, my mind was getting more and more fucked up, and I was getting sicker and sicker... I was dying, Jill, I was killing myself. And then... and then you came along." He didn't dare look at her, staring instead at his feet. "I woke up in the hospital feeling like fifty kilos of shit in a twenty kilo bag," he said, "You were there, you'd been crying, and you told me you came to see me and I'd been twitching on the floor, overdosed, you thought I was gonna die..." Tears were coming to his eyes, and he knew she'd been there, lived it, but he couldn't stop talking. "I got angry, the same way I did with everyone else, but... You weren't like everyone else, getting all holier-than-thou and telling me what a fuck-up I was, telling me what to do... You were my little sister, the one who used to look up to me, and you were practically bawling your eyes out and t-telling me..." He coughed, trying not to cry, and Jill spoke up, her voice barely audible. "...I told you I didn't want to lose you," she said, "I asked you to please get help, because I still needed my b-big brother..." The conflicted male lifted his head and looked at her, but she was steadfastly staring at the road, her expression unreadable. "You saved me, little sister, you saved my life," he whispered, "You came to help me when I was at the lowest point in my entire life, and you let me lean on you, let me borrow your strength... and even though I wasn't worth looking up to anymore, you never made me feel like a fuck-up the way everyone else did, you made me feel like I'd just made a mistake, and I could still fix it. Oh God, Jill, how could I not fall in love with you?"

Jill suddenly slammed on the brakes, skidding over to the side of the road in a barely-controlled maneuvre. Patrick looked at her, alarmed, and after throwing the car into park, she looked back. "You've b-been in love with me since I helped you recover?!" she asked, stunned, "You've been in love with me for - Patrick! It's been ten years! I thought you meant this was a recent thing, but you've had these feelings all this time?! I - I had no idea!" "How could I ever tell you?" he asked, despair leaking into his voice, "You'd think it was disgusting, even I thought it was disgusting at first, and all I would accomplish by telling you was losing the most important person in my world, losing the woman I love and my little sister. I was never going to do anything about it, until..." "...Until last night, when I told you I was okay with incestuous couples on p-paper," she finished, "I - I'm so, so sorry, brother, I thought... I thought that somehow, you were secretly some kind of horrible pervert and I'd never realized it, but - but you've been nothing but a gentleman all these years, you were even cool to my boyfriends!" He nodded and sighed. "I never believed I had a ghost of a chance until last night," he said, "I was kinda jealous of those guys, I admit it, but how could I possibly hold it against you that you wanted to find someone, that you weren't a - a freak like me, having feelings for your own blood?" For a long time, neither panda said a word, and a single car drove by on its way back to town. Perhaps it was the energetic couple from lover's lane, perhaps it was someone else, the Lins would never know because neither of them even noticed it, too busy staring into each other's eyes. And then, suddenly, Jill popped her seatbelt and clambered over. "Jill, what are you doing?" Patrick asked, but she ignored that, just stopped directly in front of him and threw her arms around him, holding him very tight and kneeling over him on the passenger seat. "Oh, Patrick, I'm so sorry you've had to hide this all this time!" she whimpered, "I'm sorry I reacted like I did! I love you, I always have, you'll always be my big brother!" She leaned back and looked him in the eyes. "B-but you were wrong about one thing... Even back then, even in the dark times, I never stopped looking up to you. You could have let the drugs kill you, but you fought, you reached out for help, you were strong enough to go to rehab and make it stick. I - I looked up to you more than ever because of that... because you're the strongest person I've ever known, and I've always hoped I could be that strong when it counted too." Emotions exploded inside Patrick, and he let out a single sob, sorrow strangely mixed with joy. With his mind so full of conflicting thoughts, he reacted instinctively, without thinking. Reaching forward, he pulled Jill back towards him - and pressed his lips against hers, kissing her for the second time in as many days. But this time, he didn't pull away, and after a slightly muffled gasp, before he could push away and apologize for being such a horrible, base creature... his little sister closed her eyes, parted her lips, and kissed him back.

Shuddering from head to toe, Patrick whimpered quietly as he was overwhelmed with, more than anything else, a sudden sense of relief, as he finally had some kind of outlet for the feelings he'd been hiding for so long, the feelings that had brought him so much guilt before he finally accepted them. He gently embraced Jill as their lips and tongues explored each other, and she settled down into a sitting position atop his lap, getting comfortable. It wasn't the wildest, most frantic kiss Patrick had ever enjoyed, but there was a surprising amount of passion as the siblings shared in this utterly, utterly taboo moment. The trembling male - who was slightly confused, to be honest, but not questioning his luck at the moment - lost himself in the physical experience; Jill was so soft and warm in his arms, her lips so cushiony and flawless, like she'd never had chapped lips in her life, and with every breath he took, her beautiful scent tickled his nostrils and filled his lungs. The movements of the younger panda were nervous, tentative, so Patrick didn't push anything, he just rubbed his tongue gently against Jill's, letting her back off or indulge her curiosity as she saw fit. When they finally broke it off, a glistening strand of saliva briefly bridged the gap between their lips, before an embarrassed Jill brushed it away with the back of a hand. She just sat there in her brother's lap, their eyes locked on each other, their cheeks flushed with excitement, neither panda able to summon a single word through the emotions roaring through them. Then, outside, a large truck drove past harmlessly, and the sound seemed to break the spell. Jill blinked a couple of times, as if waking up from a daydream, and then her eyes widened and she brought both her hands to her muzzle. "Oh... oh my God!" she gasped, "What... Why did I do that?!" With a confused whimper, she looked away, staring off into the middle distance as her feelings went to war in her eyes. "Well, sis," Patrick said, his light-headedness making his voice sound more casual than he felt, "If you figure it out, let me know, because I might need to borrow the answer." She climbed off of him as quickly as she could and plopped herself down in the driver's seat without doing the seatbelt up or touching the wheel. She hugged her arms close to her chest and tightly shut her eyes. "No, no, you're my brother," she muttered, as if she hadn't heard him, "Why the fuck did I - oh, God, I k-kissed my own brother! I - I don't understand! I wanted to do it! I sh-shouldn't have wanted - that, it's... it's... it's supposed to be disgusting! Repulsive! But I... I..." "You liked it?" Patrick suggested, barely audibly, and apparently he was on the mark, because suddenly Jill buried her face in her hands and began to whimper, on the verge of tears. "I - I'm so confused..." she moaned, "I d-don't understand..." Feeling the warm tender feeling inside him only growing stronger, Patrick carefully leaned over and placed a hand on her shoulder as chastely as he could. "I'll admit it," he said, "Me kissing you out of nowhere? That was a dick move, and I'm sorry. But the fact that you kissed me back instead of, you know, fucking slapping me or kneeing me in the balls... Jill, I think maybe you've got some feelings you weren't entirely aware of, eh?" She looked up at him, eyes wet, ears flat against her head, looking almost afraid. "M-me? But..." She looked away again, biting her lip for a moment. "I would notice, wouldn't I?! If I... if I had f-feelings for you..." "Well, I never saved your life, maybe you're not all the way in love with me," he admitted, "But maybe deep down you're attracted to me, at least enough to be, you know, curious about it." Patrick gave her shoulder a squeeze that was meant to be comforting, but she flinched instead, and he removed his hand. "Tell me something, little sister, how do you feel when we spend time together?" he asked, gently. He was hoping that if he asked her to actively think about the way she felt around him, she might make a connection she'd never considered before. "I... Happy, I guess," she said, "I lo- really like spending time with you, I f-feel like I can tell you anything, like you're my b-best friend." Patrick toyed with his tail; he was nervous too, unsure if he should be pushing like this, or letting her back off. "What about when we hug?" "Oh God, Patrick," she groaned, but paused a moment and answered anyway. "Warm. Safe. Content. I - I thought it was just because I was drunk, but last night, when you had your arm around me, I felt confident that even though I was all sloppy, n-nothing bad could happen to me as long as... As long as my big brother was with me." She lifted her head and whimpered again. "And then, in the bed, when I... c-crawled into your arms... I felt... I felt..." She whimpered again, and a single tear rolled down her cheek. "Jill?" He was concerned, but he didn't think she heard him. "I was tired, and I wasn't really thinking about anything, but I just felt good," the slender panda said, "I felt so happy snuggled up to you like that, and I n-never wanted it to end. Oh, Jesus, Patrick! I... do I really have feelings for you?"

It seemed a little odd that she was asking him that question, but he understood that one doesn't think especially clearly in an emotional crisis. He briefly considered responding 'Search your feelings, you know it to be true', but somehow, he didn't think his sister would appreciate a Star Wars reference just now. Instead, he took a deep breath and looked down at his shoes. "I'm not going to say 'only you can answer that question', because I always fucking hated it when the counsellors said that in rehab," he said, "I'm not even going to ask you to make a decision, one side or the other. I - I'm going to ask you something else..." Forcing himself to lift his head and look over at her, Patrick smiled slightly. "Jill... my little sister... However you feel about me, I want to know what would make you more comfortable, what would make you happier," he started, "Would you like to, um... explore these feelings, maybe go on a 'date' or something, or would you like to just move on and have us swear never to speak of what happened here ever again?" "A date?" she asked, sniffling quietly. "Well, we'd be going out to get dinner the same way we always do," he admitted, "But we'd just keep, uh, this in mind, see how we feel about each other. The last thing I want is to rush you, to make you uncomfortable, so I'm not talking about, you know, just getting a hotel room and, uh..." He trailed off, figuring she could connect the dots. She looked down at her own feet without saying anything, and Patrick scratched at the back of his neck, trying to figure out what to say, afraid of pressuring her without intending to, or pushing her out of his life forever. "Jill, if I'm making this worse, I'm sorry, I just... I just..." The panda struggled to put it into words. "I don't want to go out to dinner," she said, softly, and Patrick felt a cold spike of despair in his chest.

"...I understand," he whispered, and turned to look out the window, but he looked back as he felt her hand on his shoulder. Her face was tense, uncertain, but he couldn't read how she might be feeling. "No, I mean... I don't want to be out around people while I'm - while we're figuring this out," Jill explained, "Can we just, you know, get a hotel room and order pizza?" Leaning away, she averted her eyes, but managed a very (very!) small smile. "You're my big brother, Pat, I can't stand the thought of never seeing you again," she admitted, "But it's more than that... When I think of the cuddling last night... when I think of the k-kiss just now... I was so embarrassed afterwards, but I think I was upset because you're, um, supposed to be upset over stuff like that. D-does that make sense?" She took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. "But when I think about the moment I was doing it... I was so, so happy, Patrick..." she shivered visibly and whimpered quietly, "Oh God, I can't believe I'm saying this, but... I think I really do have feelings for you." Before he could say a word, she blushed and raised a finger. "N-now, I'm not saying I love you back already, or anything, I'm just saying... A big part of me kinda wants to see where this is going," the nervous female explained, before lowering her voice and adding "Jesus, Patrick, are we really talking about this? I should probably feel ashamed, b-but I'm not... " Feeling daring, Patrick reached over and cupped a hand to the gentle curve of his sister's face. "It's like you said in the pub last night," he said, "As long as it's something we both want... there's nothing to be ashamed of." Closing her eyes, Jill sighed, finally relaxing, and nuzzled against his hand, raising one of her own to keep it pressed against her furry cheek. Even the tickle of her whiskers against his wrist felt sensual, somehow. After a quiet moment shared between them, Jill opened her eyes again and smiled shyly. "I guess we'd better get going," she said, "It's gonna be full dark soon, don't want to keep sitting by the side of the road." She started the car, and amidst the complaining beep of the dashboard, put her seatbelt back on. As they got going, Patrick swallowed. "Can I make one request?" he asked, "Can we find a different hotel? I don't want to see that same asshole by the desk again." "Even if he is right?" Jill asked. The elder panda laughed softly, and it felt good. "Even if he is right," he acknowledged, and they drove off into the night.

As it turned out, there really weren't any other places to stay in town that didn't give the Lins the creeps just from looking at them, but fortunately, when they returned to the first hotel, there was at least a different person behind the desk, a female falcon reading a magazine. With the conflicted feelings running through the red pandas' minds, her bored indifference was definitely preferable to the other guy's presumptuous grin. Patrick got the street address of the complex, so they could give directions (or at least a target) for the pizza delivery, and they were off, this time to the opposite side of the building. This room had two separate beds - Patrick hadn't asked Jill, but he wanted to play it safe, and she hadn't protested when he made the request right in front of her - but the decor and general layout were more or less exactly the same as the other room's. It lacked that strange smell out on the landing, though, so that was nice. Once they were inside, Jill went and sat down on the bed and Patrick remained standing, bringing up the menu of a local franchised pizzeria on his phone, so they could work out the details. While she turned on the TV, he made the call and looked out the window, still slightly nervous around Jill now that she knew the truth. After hanging up, he continued standing by the window, pretending to be interested in the view of the parking lot, the street, and a large, empty field across the road, with the forested area on the far side hidden by the night. "Patrick... don't just wait for the guy," Jill said, softly, "Come join me. Let's watch TV together." He turned around and felt his pulse briefly speeding up as Jill smiled at him and patted the bed next to her. He came and sat down on the foot of the bed with her, but it wasn't long before he made himself more comfortable, kicking his shoes off and moving to the opposite end of the mattress, leaning against the undecorated headboard with a pillow at the small of his back. "So, uh, which b-bed do you want?" he asked. Jill shrugged, her eyes still on the rather odd made-for-TV movie before them. "I dunno, we can work that out when we go to sleep," she said casually, before nodding to the screen. "Isn't that the girl from that show you loved in the 90's?" "Yeah," he replied, "I actually recognize a bunch of these guys, I didn't know they'd ever acted together." A misshapen, tentacled, and somewhat poorly-animated beast burst out of a vent, but instead of feasting on some hapless schlub's delicious flesh, it engaged in what can only be described as a childish slapfight with the hero, who was increasingly covered in green slime as the fight progressed. The zany soundtrack made it clear that this was never intended to be a serious action scene. Jill giggled and glanced back at her brother. "Why don't more cheap studios do this?" she asked, "I've seen so many shitty monster movies try to pass themselves off as 'so bad it's good', but it never works when it's deliberate. Instead of making ironic horror movies, they should just make goofy shit like this that's supposed to be funny in the first place!" She turned all the way around and started crawling up the bed towards Patrick - a vision he'd seen in quite a few dreams over the years, usually including a bedroom smile and a negligee - and the nervous male forced himself to pretend the issue of their mutual attraction wasn't hanging over their heads, replying with a comment about how popular Sharknado had been, and how everyone was trying to cash in on its success. When Jill reached him, she sat down next to him, and they had a conversation about similar movies, along with making commentary on the surprisingly enjoyable low-budget comedy they were watching. About the time the tentacled creature returned with a bouquet of flowers to apologize for attacking the protagonist (revealing itself to be voiced by a B-movie star in the process), Patrick realized that somewhere along the way, as he and Jill had been talking about such an innocent topic, he'd relaxed a lot, and no longer felt especially anxious around her. They both laughed as one of the cast's women started flirting with the tentacle monster, and from the look in Jill's eyes when the siblings glanced towards each other, Patrick thought his sister was feeling more like herself too.

Shortly after that, the room's phone rang and Jill answered it. The falcon desk manager was on the line; the pizza guy had arrived, asking where their room was, and she was making sure they'd actually ordered a pizza. Apparently this place, near the edge of town, was popular for bored locals sending the delivery staff of various businesses on wild goose chases. Patrick stood up to get the door a couple minutes later when there was a knock, but as Jill pulled out her wallet, he waved her off. "I've got this," he said, and then dared to add "First date, right? It's only proper." Jill blushed and said nothing, but she giggled and smiled, too. Patrick paid for the pizza, which had arrived just in the nick of time to avoid the 'or it's free' guarantee, and then brought it back to the bed, where the Lins ate and continued enjoying the movie. As the movie ended and Patrick started flipping through channels to try and find something else to watch, Jill set the last few slices of pizza aside for the moment and started moving towards her brother, hesitating at the last moment. "Would you be okay with it if we, um... cuddled?" she asked, self-consciously. Swallowing, Patrick smiled and spread his arms. "Sure, I was kinda worried we'd never hug again, to be honest." Before he finished speaking, Jill moved in and spooned herself against the older panda's side, resting her head against his shoulder as he put his arm around her. When Patrick finally settled on a more serious movie, the conversation fell into a lull, and the siblings just held each other for a while. The warmth of Jill's body felt so good to Pat, who started rubbing her back, slowly and gently. The smaller panda twittered quietly in approval and nuzzled against his shoulder. This movie didn't hold Patrick's attention nearly as well as the other one had, and his mind began to wander, thanking his lucky stars that Jill was even still willing to tolerate his presence after his confession, much less consider the possibility of... well, they'd have to wait and see.

But not as long as he expected, perhaps, as Jill broke the silence a few minutes later. "Thank you, Patrick," she whispered. Somehow, he didn't think she meant the pizza. "For what?" he asked. She reached out and placed a hand atop his chest over his shirt, as if feeling his pulse. "If you've really been in love with me for ten years," she said, "Thank you for holding back, for trying not to make me uncomfortable. That must have been so hard..." "Thank you for getting back in the car with me after I told you," he replied, "I was worried you'd never speak to me again." Jill chuckled. "You're just lucky we were on the ass-edge of town and the sun was setting," she teased, before taking on a more serious tone. "That kiss... how did it feel for you?" she asked. "Like the culmination of a dream," he whispered, with utter sincerity, "I finally knew, from the bottom of my heart, that I had nothing to feel guilty over... because it felt..." He hesitated, not sure how she'd take it. "...Right?" she breathed, barely audible over the TV. He nodded, taking a deep breath before responding. "Jill... I fell in love with what a good person you are, what a kind heart you have," he said, running his fingers through her hair, "But you're so, so beautiful, too, and having you in my arms felt like winning the lottery twice at once. I'd... I'd really like to kiss you again - unless you're not comfortable with that, of c-course! I wouldn't -" She lifted her head away from his shoulder and silenced him with a touch to the muzzle, pausing a heartbeat before she replied. "I would like that too... big brother."

Jill climbed up onto all fours, and then she was in his arms again, practically straddling Patrick as he pulled her closer, more gently than before, giving her time to have second thoughts or back out, but no protest came. Brother and sister tentatively leaned closer and closer, trembling with excitement and anticipation in each other's embrace before their lips met, and for the second time that night, both red pandas shuddered with relief. Patrick was almost delirious with joy, as in the past, he had tried very, very hard not to hope that Jill might return his taboo affections, believing that the odds against it were astronomical and such hope would only lead to heartbreak. That it was actually happening was almost too good to believe - in fact, as the siblings explored each other's mouths with their tongues, Patrick subtly removed one hand from Jill's back, reached down, and pinched himself on the leg, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming. That accomplished, he raised that hand again and, acting on impulse, moved it to Jill's pert rump instead of her back. The surprised female broke off the kiss for a moment to look behind her, as if expecting to find someone else suddenly in the room, touching her butt. Then, with a smirk, she immediately returned to kissing her brother without a word. Taking full advantage of this opportunity, and her silent permission, Patrick gave Jill's rear a spirited groping, squeezing his sister's soft buttocks through the tight material of her shorts, teasing his fingers through the fur at the base of her tail, and generally getting very well acquainted with a part of Jill Lin he'd never explored before. When they broke off the kiss again, Jill stayed close to Patrick's face; her breath, hot and fast, tickled his whiskers. "God damn you're a good kisser," she muttered, before she giggled and nuzzled at his cheek. "Okay, big brother, let's say that - that you've got me... What would you want to do with me?" The only hesitation in Patrick's voice came from his uncertainty of how she'd respond, not from not knowing what to say, as he'd been dreaming of this for a long time. "I - I'd want to taste you," he hissed under his breath, nuzzling back, "I know you smell amazing, little sister, but I've wanted to know if your flavour is as sweet for years now." He couldn't tell if Jill was blushing from embarrassment or flushed from excitement, but either way, it looked good on her. Red usually did, for their kind. "You - you wouldn't fuck me?" she asked, almost incredulously. "Well, not right away, I wouldn't," he replied, "But I'd really enjoy getting you off before the main event... especially if you make cute noises when you come." He blinked and then chuckled self-consciously. "God, did I just say that out loud?" he muttered, "That must have sounded so cheesy..." Jill swallowed, biting her lip, and then whimpered with need. "M-maybe, but it did the job," she admitted, "I... I want you, Patrick, I want to touch you, and for you to touch me... and maybe a little more."

Patrick's head was spinning from that bold statement, coming from the woman he'd ached for all these years, and he couldn't find the words to respond, but as Jill looked down and laughed happily, it seemed he didn't need to. Between the kissing and Jill admitting that she wanted him too, his penis now felt harder than it had been in years, and it was creating a sizeable tent in his shorts that pressed against Jill's groin. "I see you like this plan," she giggled, grinding against him and making him gasp out loud. He'd never given fully clothed sex the slightest bit of thought before, but in that moment, he knew that with Jill, if she kept going, he would eventually come in his pants, hard... and he'd probably be satisfied. But it seemed she wanted more than that, which could only be better, and he eagerly sat up as she climbed off of him. "Heh, I guess these short shorts didn't do you any favours today, huh?" she asked, opening her fly and hooking her thumbs under the waistband. "Ohhh, trust me, you don't need booty shorts to make me want you," he sighed, "Though they definitely did your ass a few favours, you look amazing in them... Ohhhh, sweet baby Jesus..." This last came as Jill pulled her shorts down and stepped out of them, standing boldly before her brother clad only in a pair of strawberry pink panties below the waist. "You like what you see, big brother?" she teased, as she reached down to take off her underwear too. But Patrick felt a sudden pang of guilt. "W-wait..." he said, holding out a hand, "Jill, it hasn't been that long since you were disgusted by my feelings... are you sure this is what you want? Because I would hate for you to, you know, fool around with me and then regret it afterwards..." Jill said nothing for a long moment, and then she stood up, padding across the floor and stepping up to the conflicted male, reaching over to touch his face. "Ohhh, Patrick..." she sighed, "I'm amazed you can be so noble at a time like this... but that's part of what I've always loved about you." She smiled gently. "I've been doing nothing but thinking about it since we kissed in the car, and the only things I regret are not realizing that my big brother was hurting for so many years... and that I didn't realize how much I love you a lot sooner than I did." She planted a chaste kiss on Patrick's nose, and as his heart filled up with warmth, she took his hand and tugged him up off the bed to stand next to her. "Here, let me help," she said, and knelt down, beginning to open his belt. Patrick stood there, actually feeling a little nervous again, as Jill unfastened his shorts and let them fall to puddle around his feet. After a glance up to his face to silently ask permission, the eager female started pulling his boxers down, too, inhaling sharply as her big brother's proudly rigid penis came into view, the light pink of his skin contrasting nicely against the black fur that covered his limbs and underbelly. She hurriedly tugged the underwear down to his ankles, leaving him to step out of his clothes, and focused her attention on his package. "God damn, Patrick, you've got a beautiful cock..." she breathed, but when she timidly raised a hand, she touched his scrotum instead, rubbing her fingers tentatively along the underside of his hanging sac, feeling the weight of his warm orbs, the short, fuzzy fur that covered his sac. Patrick swallowed a sigh of pleasure as his dick throbbed, drooling a droplet of pre-come that started oozing along the underside of the shaft, tracing his urethra straight down. "I guess you haven't really had the privacy to play with yourself lately, huh?" she asked, softly, "Heh, sorry about that." Patrick reached down and took hold of her hand, stopping her from exploring him, from teasing him. "Please, Jill, I - I need to see you, too..." he whispered, and she smiled and stood up, leading him back over to the bed.

The fluffy femme sat down on the edge of the mattress and gestured to her panties; Patrick dropped to one knee and moved forward, not wasting any more time before reaching out and taking hold of the thin material. As he pulled the garment down her thighs, he was frustrated by the way her closed legs and sitting position neatly hid her femininity from his view, though he felt a spike of arousal within him as he realized the panties he was handling were damp with her desire, and caught a whiff of the scent of her arousal in the air. As Jill's underwear dropped to the floor, instantly forgotten, Patrick placed his hands on her knees and slowly spread them apart, finding no resistance or reluctance on her part as her legs opened wide, and Patrick swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry as he took in the sight of his little sister's vulva, glistening in the light with a gentle coating of her juices. "Oh, sis..." he sighed, leaning in close, "Thank you so much..." he paused just outside the gates to the garden and inhaled deeply of Jill's secret scent, his prick throbbing with need again as the tantalizing fragrance teased his nostrils. Then, unable to wait a single second longer without going completely insane, the elder panda leaned forward and brought his mouth to his sister's slit, kissing her outer lips and then dragging his tongue along the length of her cleft in one long, lingering lick, sampling her taste at long last. Jill gasped and tensed up around him, and with the merest glance up at her and a playful wink, Patrick pressed his muzzle against her hot, needy flesh, licking and teasing at her sensitive folds for a few moments before sliding his tongue between her labia and delving into the wet heat between his sister's legs. "Oh! Oh God! Oh F-fuck!" Jill gasped, as he began to lick at her inner walls, "Nnngh... Forget me, Patrick, thank you!" Groaning with relief and desire, the lustful male reached up and behind the younger panda, placing both hands on her bare rump as if holding her pelvis in place so that her delicious pussy couldn't escape him. And she was delicious, even sweeter than her scent would suggest, with a unique tang that made his toes curl up beneath him. Jill had covered her mouth with one hand, not to muffle the sound, but seemingly as a gesture of lingering self-consciousness. She whimpered with pleasure and averted her eyes. "Fuck... this is so perverted..." she muttered to herself, "But it's so good! I c-can't believe how hot this is m-making me..." She looked down at Patrick to find him staring up at her with love in his eyes, and he winked again. She shuddered, and he felt her inner walls clench down on his tongue as he licked up her juices. "Oh, fuck it..." she said, and pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it away before laying back and focusing her attention on her bra, which fortunately for her pleasure-addled mind had a front-facing catch. Jill sighed contentedly as the brassiere popped open, freeing her girls and rendering her entirely naked, and then sat up again, clearly fascinated by the sight of her brother eating her out. Of course, Patrick couldn't stop looking up at her face, still scarcely able to believe that the vagina he was tonguing belonged to Jill, that after all these years, he was actually being intimate with his little sister - with his soulmate. Even with his tongue buried in her snatch, he couldn't help but leer at her newly-exposed chest, taking in the sight of Jill's oh-so-soft-looking breasts, with their light coating of black fur and their hard, pointed nipples, just begging to be stroked and teased as Jill whimpered in his arms... Noticing his interest, and the adoring look on his face, Jill grinned. "Ohhh, you like these, b-big brother?" she teased, raising her hands and cupping her teats, giving them a quick bounce, "Sorry you can't reach them from there, maybe you'll like this almost as much..." With that, the shapely panda began to grope and fondle her own tits, squeezing the soft flesh and tweaking her nipples between her fingertips, pleasuring herself and putting on a show for the man between her legs. She moaned with genuine pleasure, not having to exaggerate for the sake of teasing him, and her tail began floating back and forth behind her, the end trailing across the bed like a big, striped feather-duster trying to clean an old table. Patrick could feel his own tail moving about behind him, signifying how much he was enjoying himself with all the subtlety of a fireworks display. Groaning in approval of the sight before him, the eager male shuddered, feeling his dick leaking a little pre onto the carpet below him, and gave both of Jill's buns a squeeze, before moving his mouth up to lick and suckle at his lover's pulsing clitoris, something that made Jill gasp with pleasure and cross her legs behind his head, holding him in place so the wonderful sensations wouldn't stop.

His head swimming with arousal, his lungs filled with Jill's most private scent, Patrick revelled in the moment, losing himself to his venerations to this beautiful woman, alternating between exploring her depths with his tongue, licking at her trembling, clenching walls to gather her sweet juices, which he greedily drank down, and spending time with the fleshy nub at the top of her slit, sometimes teasing her with the lightest of licks, sometimes suckling directly on it and making her squeal and squirm against his mouth. Soon, he brought his other hand around to help him in his task, fingering Jill when he was suckling on her clit and rubbing her love button when he was licking at her depths, to keep the stimulation constant. All the while, the appreciative Jill whimpered and gasped and moaned, shuddering and trembling as her lover licked and suckled and rubbed at her most sensitive flesh, her channel twitching and clenching down on his tongue or fingers as he pleasured her. By now, though, her hands were beginning to shake as she kneaded her tits and played with her nipples, and her panting breath was coming hard. "Oh - oh God, big b-brother," she whimpered, "I - I'm getting s-so close, I'm g-gonna... I'm gonna come!" With his fingers on her clit to keep the stimulation going, Patrick leaned away from her cleft for the first time in several long minutes, his fur and whiskers practically dripping with her honey. "How do you want me to finish you?" he asked, breathily, "Fingers or tongue?" She moaned and shuddered again, a warning of the quake to come, and looked away, too embarrassed to make eye contact as she said these words, but too close to ecstasy not to be direct in her response. "Lick my p-pussy," she whispered, "And play with my clit!" Patrick sometimes liked to use a free hand to stroke his dick as he went down on a girl, make sure not to neglect himself, but as he felt his shaft throb hard, the elder sibling quietly suspected that if he'd been doing that this time, if both his hands hadn't been otherwise occupied, he might have climaxed on the spot from hearing his little sister say the words 'Lick my pussy'.

Obligingly, he slipped his tongue inside her again and began to rub and stroke Jill's stiff little nub for all he was worth, and the grateful female began to whimper the word yes over and over again as her body slowly began to tense up. By now, she was rolling her hips into his face, grinding her wet slit against Patrick's face as if encouraging him to reach ever deeper with his flexible tongue. For his part, the delirious male just watched his lover, watched her face and body contort as the pleasure built up inside her, as she fought it with everything she had, until finally, his fingers and tongue had coaxed her past the point of no return, and Jill hunched forward, her long hair now dangling down and tickling the tips of her brother's ears, and welcomed her orgasm with a gasp. "I'm coooooming!" she cried, shuddering hard and grabbing the back of his head. Her inner walls began to clench and spasm, squeezing down on Patrick's tongue so hard he couldn't move it at times, her entire body twitching in time with the spasms of pleasure rippling through her pussy. Topping it off, the whole thing began with a gush of her sweet nectar spurting out and painting Patrick's face, so that he moaned even as he continued licking, gulping down his flavourful reward, as he continued rubbing and stroking Jill's throbbing clitoris, extending the trembling girl's ecstasy out as long as he possibly could, almost as lost in the moment as she was.

When she was done, Jill let out a tired groan and pitched backwards, as if every muscle in her body had turned to jelly at the same time, and with a quiet oof, she flopped down onto the bed, still panting hard, her arms and legs twitching now and then with aftershocks of pleasure. Seeing that she was spent, that he'd wrung every last drop of pleasure he could out of her shapely body - for now - Patrick pulled his tongue out of her pussy and lingered a moment, planting an oddly chaste kiss on his sister's vulva; he still worried that even if Jill regretted nothing, this might be a one-time thing, and in case it was, he wanted to give her beautiful slit a proper goodbye. Leaning back, Patrick took a moment to admire his handiwork - and the view - and then stood up, belatedly pulling off his shirt, which was now spattered with feminine desire, and tossed it off to the side, sighing happily as his sweaty, overheated torso was exposed to the cool air of the room. Then he climbed onto the bed, lay down next to his lover, and gently gathered her into his arms. Jill neither helped nor put up any resistance, she merely smiled, eyes closed, and allowed him to move her around as if she were a ragdoll. But once he pulled her against him, she wrapped her arms around him in a loose embrace, and nuzzled against the tuft of fur in the centre of his chest, uncaring of the sweaty state of that fur. "Mmmm... you smell good, big brother..." she muttered, breathing deep of his musk. Patrick shivered, grinned, and made a mental correction: she nuzzled his chest, appreciative of the sweaty state of that fur. "How was it?" he asked, quietly, and Jill chuckled softly to herself. "Oh, Patrick," she replied, "I saw stars. Thank you so much..." He laughed happily. "You're oh so very welcome," he said, rubbing her naked back, running his hand through the dark red fur that gave their species its name. He hesitated a moment, and then decided he couldn't not say the words. "I love you, Jill." The slender panda in his arms opened her eyes and looked up at him, her whiskers twitching slightly, and to her lover's surprise, she gave him a wide, beaming smile. "I... I love you too, Patrick." Swallowing a whimper from the emotions welling up inside him, Pat pulled her in close and kissed her, slowly, gently, sharing in Jill's afterglow as the siblings cuddled happily.

After a few minutes, Jill broke off the kiss, reaching up and brushing her hair off of her face. Patrick smiled at her. "So, you've crossed the line," he murmured, "How do you feel?" "I was worried I'd feel guilty," she admitted, "But the truth is, I feel great. Patrick... I've actually thought to myself at times, I've wondered what it feels like to really be head-over-heels in love with someone. Because, um... I felt so close to you, and you were 'just' my brother, that I couldn't imagine what the 'real thing' must be like." She chuckled softly. "I guess I knew all along, I just didn't realize it..." Reaching out, she began lightly scratching her fingers through the fur on her lover's chest, leaving little even grooves in his pelt, like a freshly tilled field. "Jill? Can I admit something to you?" he asked. She actually laughed. "Nothing was stopping you back at lover's lane," she teased, "What's on your mind?" Pat swallowed, smiling bashfully. "...I know we're supposed to be thinking of each other differently now, but, uh, it really turned me on when you called me 'big brother' while I was going down on you." Jill laughed again and got up into a sitting position. "Well, shit, Patrick, I wasn't planning on pretending we'd just met or something," she replied, "You're still my big brother... I just love you more than I realized." She glanced down, her gaze pointedly stopping on Patrick's dick, which was still rock-hard, as if protesting its neglect by stubbornly refusing to get soft. "...I, um, I want to return the favour," Jill said, nervously, her whiskers twitching, "But I'm not sure I'm ready to, you know, taste you... I've never actually given head before, it's kind of a thing with me..." Seeing how uncomfortable she was, Patrick raised a hand. "That's totally okay, Jill, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do," he said, honestly, "We can think of something else instead." Looking back into his eyes, the blushing female smiled shyly. "Well... Of all the guys I've been with, you're the one that I most want to try it with, try to get comfortable with it..." she admitted, "I'm just gonna need time, maybe do it in little steps... But for now, can I just, you know, give you a handy?" Patrick adjusted his position, spreading his legs slightly and leaning back against the head of the bed. "I would love that, uh... babe." He improvised a casual nickname, and it didn't feel quite right in his mouth as he said it. Jill crawled over next to him and giggled. "Just call me 'little sister', okay big brother?" she whispered, booping him on the nose, "I liked it too."

Jill spooned up against Patrick's side, resting her head on his shoulder again, but this time, she reached down, making a beeline for his tool. Patrick sighed happily at the sensation of his little sister's warm, slender fingers wrapping around his penis. "God, you're so stiff..." she murmured, glancing up with a grin. "Oh man, I just remembered, you were rubbing your hard-on against me this morning!" she giggled, "You were totally perving on me!" Patrick laughed self-consciously, resisting the urge to toy with his tail. "I swear to God that wasn't intentional," he said, "But, um... it kinda was because I was dreaming about you." As Jill began to move her hand, lightly stroking up and down her lover's shaft, she gasped exaggeratedly. "So you admit to lusting after me..." she said, "And here I thought your love was chaste..." Patrick laughed once, loudly. "If you could see my dreams over the years, you wouldn't say that..." he teased. Jill licked his cheek, twittering happily as she continued stroking him, so slowly as to be more teasing than stimulating, just getting a feel for her big brother's cock. "So I'm the girl of your dreams, eh?" she asked, delighted, "Patrick, have you ever... played with yourself to one of those dreams?" She looked away from his dick, making eye contact, and Patrick would have blushed were he not as flushed as she'd been when he was between her legs. "Have you ever touched yourself while fantasizing about your sweet, innocent little sister's body?" He didn't know that he would ever describe her as 'innocent', but how could he lie to those beautiful eyes? "Y-yes..." he admitted, "Oh God, yes... I would have done it today in the shower, but I couldn't, not with you in the next room..." Jill leaned in and nuzzled against his neck, inhaling deeply of his scent. "Then I guess I'll just have to take care of that now, big brother," she replied, lifting one leg and draping it over Patrick's lower legs. This had the side effect of bringing her wet slit into contact with the side of his thigh, and he couldn't help but shiver. "A healthy young man like you can't ignore his needs," she teased, stroking his dick a little faster, her grip a little tighter, "We wouldn't want you to get backed up..."

Contradicting her own words, Jill let go of his prick. "Oh, look!" she said, rolling towards the bedside table, "There's a complimentary bottle of hand lotion here! Perfect!" As she reached for it, Patrick raised a hand. "W-wait a second, sis," he said, "That's all well and good for the handjob, but, um..." How did he say this without potentially offending her? "...I kinda thought we were gonna fuck afterwards, and I don't think you'll want that stuff on my dick when we do that." Jill's face fell, and for a moment, Patrick thought it was because he'd assumed she would want to share herself with him completely, but then she pouted. "Damn, you're right," she muttered, "I wanted that too..." She actually rubbed her chin, forehead furrowed, staring at Patrick's penis like it was a puzzle to be solved. "I wonder if I could use my, you know, my juices for lube, or if they'd dry out too quickly," she mused, glancing up to her brother's face. "Is it too late to get another pizza guy?" she asked, smirking, her tail flicking about happily, "Porn taught me that they're always ready to go for stuff like this, so he's bound to have lube on him." Patrick laughed and then shrugged exaggeratedly. "Well, yeah, but then he'll want to join in," he reasoned playfully, "And I don't know about you, but I wanted tonight to be about you and me, so I'm not about to let some random dude have his way with either of us." He patted his side, where she'd been spooned against him. "C'mon, your hand will be fine," he assured her, "Be kind to your elders, don't give your big brother blue balls." Jill snorted in amusement, but moved to lie down again, making herself comfortable against her lover's body again. "My 'elders'?" she said, wriggling into position, "You're barely three years older than me!" As she took hold of his dick again and resumed stroking, Patrick twittered quietly, putting his arm around her. "And just think of all the knowledge and experience I gained in those three years..." he replied, before getting distracted by the pleasure and adding "Jesus, your hand is so soft..." She licked at his neck and churred to him, a low, sensual sound. "You just need to moisturize, brother of mine," Jill said, "What was that about knowledge and experience again?" Patrick chuckled and gave her a Look, but he winked as he did it. "Hey, don't knock it," he said, "I was picturing this moment almost ten years ahead of you, remember?" With a grin, he turned his head and leaned in, and Jill happily moved to meet his lips, kissing him as she got her stroking to a quick but steady pace.

Patrick lost himself in the moment, in the kiss, in the feeling of his little sister's hand gently pleasuring him. He finally broke it off when he was surprised by the feeling of Jill's other hand gently taking hold of his testicles. He looked down at the contact, as if to confirm it was his sister fondling him, which meant he was watching as she began to roll his balls around with her fingertips. "You like that, big brother?" she whispered, breathily, "Does that make you hot?" As she began to lightly squeeze and knead the sensitive orbs, Patrick moaned, his toes curling up as his cock throbbed against her hand, drooling a little pre onto his stomach. "God, Jill, if it was you doing it, I think a f-foot massage would make me hot..." Suddenly, the beautiful femme released his parts, pulling the hand on his cock out of sight and moving the one on his balls up to tease a single fingertip up and down her brother's urethra. Caught off-guard, Patrick whimpered with need. "Wh-what the hell?" he asked, suddenly worried that the girl he'd fallen in love with was secretly into orgasm denial or something. "Come on, big brother, what did I ask you to call me?" she cooed into his ear, "It wasn't 'Jill'..." He wasn't sure if he could have figured it out in his current, lust-addled state of mind, but her emphasis drove it home. He grinned and shook his head. "You're lucky I love you, little sister," he replied, and the panda on his side giggled and went back to jerking him properly - this time with her hand slick and wet. He gasped out loud with pleasure, shuddering at her gentle touch. "Oh - oh fuck!" he gasped, "T-trying out that 'all-natural lube' idea of yours, eh?" To be honest, the idea that his sweet little sister was using her own pussy juice as lubricant to give him a handjob was just as arousing to Patrick as the glorious sensation it brought him. His toes curled up and he leaked more pre as she kept stroking, though it helped that she kept her other hand massaging his balls, which ached for release. The whole time she was playing with him, she was planting kisses on his neck and face, occasionally leaning up to playfully nibble on his ears, made easier because they'd lowered towards his head in a gesture of submissiveness; Patrick was fully giving himself over to his little sister, just as she'd given herself over to him earlier. "Fuuuuuck, you're amazing at this, little s-sister..." he groaned, "I thought you'd only had a c-couple boyfriends..." She gave his cock a squeeze and giggled as he moaned. "I guess you just inspire me, big brother," she replied, cheerily, "Mmmm, you're like putty in my hands, I've never seen you like this before..." She whispered in his ear, as though they were at risk of being overheard. "It's a real turn-on." She punctuated her sentence with a nip at an ear, and Patrick had to swallow a gasp of pleasure.

A while later - perhaps not long enough for Patrick's ego, but not embarrassingly soon either - the sweaty male found himself squirming and panting, his rigid dick leaking pre into his fur more or less constantly. By now, Jill's hand was pumping up and down his shaft as fast as she could move it, and holding him as tightly as she could without hurting him. "Oh God... I'm getting so c-close..." Patrick moaned, somewhat unnecessarily, "I'm g-gonna coooome..." He began to roll his hips a little, reflexively thrusting against his sister's hand, desperate for the stimulation he needed to reach orgasm. Jill seemed almost as into it as he was, grinding her heated slit against his leg as she rubbed his shaft, her juices soaking into the fur of his thigh. "Yesssss..." she practically hissed, "This is the moment, the one you've been dreaming of all these years, your little sister's going to get you off... Don't fight it, let it happen, let me pay you back for how good you made me feel." Patrick didn't think he could have fought the pleasure for more than about thirty more seconds even if he'd wanted to, and he definitely didn't want to. "Nnnngh... Oh, I - I love you, little s-sister..." he panted, feeling his muscles tightening up, "I love you so much!" Planting a kiss on his cheek, Jill gazed into his eyes and smiled benevolently. "I love you too, big brother." As if the moment had been triggered by her words and not her hand, Patrick arched his back and cried out wordlessly as he climaxed. Grabbing fistfuls of the bedsheets in both hands, his toes clenching so tightly they almost hurt, the trembling panda began to grunt and gasp as his hard cock started to throb and spasm in his sister's grip, spurting volleys of thick, gooey jism onto his chest and belly, shooting again and again and again as he reached relief for the first time since they'd left on the road trip. Jill, watching with delight, continued stroking his dick throughout his pleasures, gently squeezing Patrick's testicles in time with his ejaculations as if she were trying to milk every last drop of creamy red panda seed out of them, determined to make her brother's release as good for him as he'd made hers.

Patrick lay back, panting hard, feeling lightheaded, and waiting for his vision to stop spinning, the smell of sweat and come strong in his nostrils. He could still feel the warmth of Jill's presence on his side, her breath tickling his fur, and, curiously, her hand on his slowly-wilting penis. She wasn't jerking it any longer, just... holding him, in a light grip, like she didn't want to let go. At the moment, the slender female was licking at his cheek affectionately, and he didn't much mind if she wanted to hold his tool a little longer. When he opened his eyes, Jill giggled and kissed his nose. "There you are," she said, "I was starting to worry you'd come your brains out. Came your brains out? Whatever, I'm too happy to care. I'd ask you how it was, but, well..." she glanced down his body, and following her gaze, Patrick chuckled, seeing exactly how much warm, sticky sperm lay glistening on his torso. "God, you came so much," she murmured, sounding strangely impressed, "I know I haven't been with that many guys, but I thought only porn stars shot loads like that! Are you always so, you know, productive?" Patrick laughed and shrugged. "Hey, I've been on the road with my little sister all week, and she won't give me any time to myself," he teased, "I'm a little backed up, sue me!" The panda femme grinned at him and sighed contentedly. "Thanks, sis," he said, "I really needed that..." "You're welcome," she replied, "I'm glad to help." Patrick raised his hand and began petting her, smoothing down her hair. "I could tell," he replied, "Where did that 'yes, don't fight it, come for your little sister' stuff come from?" Jill twitched and bit her lip, looking away. "Oh come on," he prodded, "I'm pretty sure what we did together is still against the law in a lot of places, we're partners in crime now, you can tell me anything." Jill smiled slightly and then shrugged. "Well... I just enjoyed, you know, doing that for you... a lot more than I was expecting I would," she started, "Just something about how you're so important to me, and you're my brother, and here I am, beating you off... Jesus, watching you come - feeling you throbbing in my hand, that was the hottest thing I've ever experienced." She looked up and met his eyes with a shy grin. "Oh, Patrick, thank you so much, I was afraid, but... There's no doubt left anymore," she added, "I'm just sorry I never realized how I felt before." "I'm just glad you trusted me," he replied, "I can't put into words how much this means to me." "Then don't put it into words," Jill whispered, and she leaned in to kiss him once more.

After a brief, though affectionate kiss, Patrick sighed. "Much as I'd like to just stay in this bed with you for the rest of our vacation, I guess I gotta get up, clean this shit off before it dries into my fur," he muttered. Jill nodded reluctantly, staring at the mess as she avoided his gaze. "Yeah, okay... Sorry I didn't want to use my mouth, probably would have been cleaner..." she said, self-consciously. Pat scoffed. "I told you before, don't worry about it," he assured her, sitting up, "If I wasn't cool with coming all over myself, I wouldn't have done this lying down." He started to move, and then looked down again. "You know, sis, this would be easier if you'd let go of my dong," he observed, and his lover giggled and gave his member a squeeze. "Sorry, big brother, I'm calling dibs," she teased, "This is mine now, you can't have it back. Here, we can trade if you want..." She took his hand and pressed it between her legs. Playing along, Patrick cupped his fingers over her slit and gave her vulva a gentle squeeze. "Mmmm, there..." she whispered, looking him right in the eye, "This - this is yours now, big brother." Patrick shuddered with taboo pleasure at the earnestness in her eyes, and he could feel her shivering right along with him. Running the thumb of his free hand along the side of her muzzle, he smiled slightly. "Well, when you put it that way," he breathed, "Then it's all yours, little sister... yours and no one else's." The pandas smiled at each other for a long, lingering moment, and then they let go of each other's genitals and stood up, stretching their muscles after lounging on the bed for so long. Patrick chuckled to himself as they walked to the bathroom. "You know, I've never felt so touched to have someone offer to exchange junk before," he said. Jill burst out laughing, and he quickly joined her. As she helped him clean the semen out of his fur with one of the complimentary towels, she grinned at him and shook her head. "...How often does it come up?"

A few minutes later, thanks to the efforts of both siblings and a warm, damp towel, most of the creamy jism was cleaned away. Patrick didn't want to just take a shower, not yet anyway, because the two of them were planning one last exploration of each other's bodies before the night was through. For the moment, they were lying on the bed again, casually naked, and cuddling while they watched TV. The programming wasn't as entertaining as it had been earlier, but as their hands scruffed through each other's fur, and they took frequent breaks from the show to make out, it became abundantly clear that they were fine with that, as they were more than capable of entertaining themselves. As time went by, Patrick and Jill started paying less and less attention to the TV, and more and more attention to each other. Instead of just randomly scratching behind ears or through fur, their hands began to wander to more fun areas, brushing and teasing against flesh much more sensitive than ears. Eventually, the eager male dropped the pretense and pulled his sister on top of himself, earning a delighted gasp in the process, and held her tight as he kissed her passionately, one hand rubbing her back, the other gently resting on her ass. They only finally broke it off when Jill began to feel Patrick's penis twitching and hardening against her. "Are you ready?" Pat asked, straightforwardly, "Because if you'd like to wait, I'm totally okay with that, we've already had fun tonight." "No," Jill replied, shaking her head, "I want this... I want you... so damned much. I love you." Patrick smiled, which was understandable, as that was exactly the answer he was hoping for, though he politely refrained from actually saying that. "I've got a condom in my wallet, if you want that," he said, looking around, "Just need to remember where my pants ended up..." Jill booped him on the nose. "It's alright, I'm on the pill," she replied. Her lover shrugged and smirked. "I know, I remember you made such a big deal of it when you first started, acting all mature," he said, "I just thought, since I'm your brother and all, maybe you'd be more comfortable if..." He trailed off, and she picked that thought up and took it in a different direction. "Since you're my brother, you mean a hell of a lot more to me than any of the other men I've brought to my bed," Jill said, pointedly, her tail flicking about behind her, "And I made them wear condoms, but with you, I... I want to feel it happen." Patrick's cock throbbed against her pelvis, and she giggled. "I see you like that idea," she teased. "My little sister just told me, to my face, that she wants to do it bareback because she wants to feel me coming inside her," Patrick deadpanned, "You're lucky I didn't blow my load right there!"

After some quick discussion, the Lins determined that they wanted to do it missionary-style; it was considered 'boring', sure, but both of them liked the face-to-face nature of the position. Jill rolled off her brother and onto her back, and Patrick moved up onto all fours, climbing on top of her, but as he went to get into position, he hesitated. "Sis?" he asked, "Before we start, can I, ah... can I suck your tits?" Jill giggled, clearly liking the idea, and reached up to cup her boobs from below. "Say please, big brother," she replied, as if it were as ordinary a question as 'could you pass me the salt'. "Alright; Little sister, can I please suck your tits?" "Mmmm, of course you can, Patrick, of course you can..." He winked at her as she tittered in amusement, and as he leaned down, he took in the sight of Jill's breasts and let out a deep, happy sigh. "God, I've wanted to do this for so fuckin' long..." he muttered, and then, with one last glance to his lover's face, the elder red panda bent down and brought his mouth to one of Jill's soft teats, earning another gasp as his hot, wet tongue began to play across the hardening flesh of her nipple, before he closed his lips around the sensitive bump and began to suckle, while his hand came up to squeeze and massage at the supple mound behind it. Jill let out a long, low ohhhh and shuddered beneath Patrick, reaching up to cradle her brother's head, running her fingers through his hair as he 'nursed'. He switched from side to side, giving both boobs the attention they deserved, as his tail glided back and forth behind him, acting like a satisfied feral kitty, minus the purring. But before too long, Jill was squirming beneath him, rubbing her thighs together, and finally she spoke. "Oh God, Patrick, you're making me so wet, please! I need you!" Lifting his mouth away from her breast, his lips leaving her nipple with an almost inaudible pop, Patrick grinned at her. "Oh, so it's working then," he said, cheerily. Jill grinned even as she rolled her eyes, and Patrick moved to get into the proper position. As he took his erection in hand and touched the tip of his penis to her cleft, Jill inhaled sharply, and he glanced up and smiled tenderly at her. "You know, I've got to correct something you said earlier," he said, beginning to rub himself up and down the length of her glistening slit. "What's that, big brother?" Jill asked quietly, her eyes darting back and forth between his face and his teasing. Reaching out and taking a hold of one of her hips, the delighted male winked at her. "Well, you see, sister of mine," he said, "This is the moment I've been dreaming of all these years." To punctuate that sentence, before Jill even had time to inhale, much less respond, he shoved his hips forward, and the head of his cock parted her folds and pushed past them, both ailurids moaning with pleasure as Patrick buried his stiff prick in his little sister's tight, wet pussy.

The elder sibling shuddered, hard, at the sensation of his dick spreading his lover's inner walls aside and making room for itself, and he felt Jill shuddering right along with him. He bottomed out in a single stroke, sheathing himself entirely in the eager female's body. Patrick held himself there for a long moment, savouring the feeling of the slick walls of his sister's vagina entirely surrounding his cock, gripping him snugly, and of the feeling of incredible heat that permeated her treasures. For her part, Jill bit her lip as if to keep an embarrassing noise silent, and failed, moaning out loud seconds later. "God, you're so fucking big..." she whimpered, "Next time you m-might want to warn me before you, you know, shove it in..." Leaning in close, he licked the side of her muzzle. "I didn't just 'shove it in', you know I was more gentle than that," he chided her with a smirk, "Besides, I wouldn't have done it if you hadn't been so wet I knew you could handle it." As she squirmed, getting used to the sensation just as he was, he felt her body involuntarily clench down on him, and he grunted with pleasure. "Maybe you're right though," he said, "Fuck, you're tight... Wouldn't want to hurt something..." Jill leaned up and caught his whiskers between her lips, tugging on them playfully. "If we're done complimenting each other's junk," she said, once she let go, "We should get started." He could see in her eyes how badly she wanted it - how badly she needed it, but instead of acting on it, he reached up to softly caress her face. "Shhhh, relax, little sister," he whispered, "We're in no rush, let's take this nice and slow for now..." Leaning in, he kissed her again, rolling his hips a little to make his dick move inside her without actually pulling out, and Jill sighed through her nose, relaxing beneath him, and she reached up, wrapping both arms around his back even as she lifted her widely-spread legs to loosely wrap them around his waist. It felt like she was embracing him with every part of her body, now... He pushed his arms under her back, leaning his weight onto his forearms for the moment and returning her embrace, just as he was returning her affection. With their tongues entangling, their hands roaming each other's bodies, and their most sensitive flesh intermingling like this, Patrick had never felt so close to Jill - had never felt so close to anyone. Even their fluffy tails were rubbing and entwining around each other, like oddly amorous snakes. They broke off the kiss as one, without so much as a noise from either of them, as though they were operating on the same mental frequency. Patrick leaned down to kiss at his sister's throat, and Jill groaned and tilted her head back, giving him full access to it. "Oh, big brother..." she sighed, shuddering in his arms. Leaning back, he smiled at her, taking in the sight of her face so close to his, her hair spread out on the pillow, and he breathed in her scent as she held him so possessively. "Are you ready, little sister?" he murmured playfully, "I'm gonna make you mine." Jill shivered against him, and he felt her inner walls clench down on him for a moment. "Oh God, yes..." she breathed, "Take me, Patrick..."

Somewhat reluctantly pulling his arms out from that tight hug, Patrick braced them against the bed again and slowly pushed back with his thighs, pulling out of his lover's warmth, moving a lot slower than he had on the way in. He lingered for a moment with just the head inside, watching the anticipation play across Jill's face, feeling the suddenly-cool air of the room teasing against his shaft, which was coated in her juices. Then, when neither of them could take it anymore, he pushed forward again, and just as before, both siblings moaned quietly. This time, he kept moving, driving himself into that tight, wet heat again and again, making love to his little sister. At first, he was worried about looking bad, disappointing this vision of feminine perfection, but he relaxed slightly as he found a comfortable rhythm, and the adoration in her eyes - coupled with the obvious fact that she was enjoying this as much as he was - helped him to realize he didn't need to stress about impressing this particular girl; Jill loved her big brother already, so he might as well relax and enjoy himself. As he sheathed himself in his lover's body over and over, a wet slapping sound made itself known, and Jill churred softly and dug her fingers into his back, shuddering against him. "Mmmm..." she breathed, "Five hours ago, I would have s-slapped you if you suggested this... Do you talk all your girlfriends into bed this qu-quickly, big brother?" Pushing home with more oomph than before, earning a pleased gasp from the femme wrapped around him, Patrick laughed. "Quickly?!" he replied, as exaggeratedly confused as if she'd asked him if he'd like to shove a live fish under his tail, "I've known you your entire life and been in love with you for a d-decade now! I wouldn't call that 'quick', sis." She laughed delightedly and pulled him down for a quick forehead lick, then removed one hand from his back and slid it down between them, positioning it at her entrance, letting her fingertips trail lightly along Patrick's dick as it smoothly slid in and out of her body. Her brother thought that was odd, but it wasn't getting in the way, so he left her to it. After a short while, she shuddered again and whimpered happily. "F-f-fuck... You're so thick, big brother..." Jill whispered, "I can f-feel you spreading me open every time... I fucking love it..." Patrick groaned approvingly, pushing in all the way to the root on his next thrust, making her fingers slip off of him and his scrotum slap lightly against her butt, as well as the pleasant side effect of spreading her inner walls just slightly wider than most of his strokes. He watched her bite her lip as he bottomed out inside her, feeling her tense up as she suppressed a moan or gasp. "You know, it's f-funny," he said, trying for a casual, conversational tone, "Here I was, just thinking about how nice it was - nnnff - to feel you spreading around me every time." "Great minds think alike, I g-guess," Jill said, beginning to roll her hips against his thrusts. "Tell me, Jill," he said, after a minute of nothing but breathy panting, "Is my little sister a s-size queen?" That didn't seem to go over very well. "No!" she immediately cried, so vehemently that Patrick actually stopped thrusting, worried he'd somehow hurt her. Lowering her ears self-consciously, the slender panda averted her eyes and rubbed at the back of her neck. "I mean... I always thought that k-kinda thing was shallow," she admitted, "and I've been with guys your size before... But it's... it's different with you, it's like everything about you, your size, your scent, even your smile is t-turning me on so much... I, I don't even know why, I mean yeah, you're my brother, but I thought it was just words, I thought it just made things a little kinkier, but, but..." She looked up as he touched her shoulder, having adjusted his stance to free up an arm. "It's okay, sis," he whispered, his voice free of teasing or playfulness, "I understand completely... more than you know. You don't have to defend yourself to me of all people." She blushed, even under the already-flushed hue of her cheeks, and he smiled and brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes. "...Thanks, Patrick," she replied, softly, and then, after a pause, "You can start moving again." "Heh, I plan on it, just need to - oof - figure out how to get a hand down to your clit... I want to feel you coming around me!" There was assorted giggling and chuckling as they wiggled together, adjusting their posture together, and it struck Patrick that he felt as comfortable in bed with Jill as if they'd been 'together' for years.

Once he'd found a position that would let him drive himself into his sister's welcoming channel and tend to her stubby clitoris, Patrick began to thrust again, gently at first, before working his way up to a pace that was actually faster than it had been before. Jill moaned approvingly, her snatch gripping at him even as her trembling legs tightened around his waist. Once he'd gotten up to a nice, even tempo, Patrick began moving his free hand, stroking at the sides of his sister's clitoris teasingly, indirectly, just brushing his fingers past it and watching her tense and whimper beneath him, bucking her hips up to try and get more delicious stimulation. Before long, though, he had mercy, parking his hand just above her cleft so he could begin rubbing and caressing the sensitive nub more constantly. Jill's entire body tensed up and she moaned in relief as he began doing this, then sighed as she relaxed, murmuring to herself in Mandarin about how badly she needed to come. Patrick licked her cheek and twittered quietly, leaning up to her ear and whispering back in their family's ancestral tongue that she was in luck, as he wanted to make her come just as badly. He picked up the pace, driving himself into her again and again, savouring the feeling of Jill's slick walls running along the sides of his shaft, gripping him so possessively. The passionate male grunted as he felt himself throbbing deep inside his lover, imagining his prick smearing pre-come along her tight, hot channel as if preparing it for the torrent to come. He could feel his climax building up inside him, and he was fighting it hard. He wanted this beautiful moment to last as long as it possibly could, to stay united, physically and emotionally, with the woman he'd longed for from afar for so many lonely nights. "I l-love you..." he panted, looking into her eyes. Even with her hair so loose and wild, her fur matted with sweat, and her face flushed with the exertion of their lovemaking, Jill was the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on. "I... I..." She mewled and shuddered beneath him. At the moment, she was having trouble getting her words out, being a bit overwhelmed with pleasure from the energetic tempo of their mating. Patrick smiled, but Jill pouted, insistent upon returning his affection. "I love you too!" she blurted, moaning as she managed to get the words out. Smiling even wider, Pat put his finger and thumb on opposite sides of his sister's love button and began stroking its stubby length, feeling like giving her a little reward for her efforts. In response, she cried out wordlessly, clinging to him like a lifesaver in the middle of the ocean. Her body tensed up, her clit pulsing against his fingers, showing she didn't have far to go. Which was just as well, the elder panda reluctantly admitted to himself, since he couldn't fight his own pleasures for much longer.

"J-Jill..." he panted hoarsely, a few seconds later, "Little s-sister... I'm g-getting so fucking c-close... Hnngh! ...I - I'm gonna come..." "God, yes," Jill moaned, shamelessly. Patrick could feel her grip on his back tightening, grabbing fistfuls of his fur and digging in her fingers. He swallowed, shuddering, almost losing it right there. He'd never seen a girl so eager for him to get off... "Baby, sh-should I pull out or not?" he asked, pleadingly, before his feelings forced his face into a tense grin that looked a little bit crazy in the heat of the moment. "Where d-do you want it, little sister?" he asked, slamming home a little harder than before. Patrick and his instincts were finally in full agreement; he wanted to come as deep inside this glorious female as he possibly could. On the other hand, he had to admit to a certain appeal to the idea of pulling out and shooting his load onto Jill's soft stomach and pelvis, as if he was marking her as his own... Below him, Jill grinned back, managing to look merely 'strained' and not 'deranged', even lost to her pleasures as she was, and she churred to him enticingly. "Ohhhh, don't even think about p-pulling out, you b-beautiful bastard..." she said, her snatch clenching down on him to underline her insistence, "I wanna f-feel it inside, p-please! Come inside me, b-big brother!" As she spoke, the slender panda scissored her legs closed around Patrick's waist, preventing him from pulling out more than halfway and making her plea kind of a moot point, but Jill's words, and the passion behind them, still tickled her lover in a very primal place, and with a groan of need, he held her close and kissed her like it was the last thing he would ever do. The siblings embraced each other in a tight grip, writhing and trembling in each other's arms, sweat dripping and hips bucking as Patrick sheathed himself in Jill's body in rapid, shallow thrusts, frigging his fingers across her clit as he did so. The time for teasing was past, now he was blatantly trying to get her off, to help her join him in pleasure, for the moment was upon them. Jill actually went first, gasping into the kiss, her eyes fluttering open as she tensed up all around her brother, then arched her back, letting out a series of quick, breathless cries as she came, her pussy kneading and massaging her big brother's dick, rippling along his length and squeezing it in time with the pulses of powerful pleasure that had her toes curling up on either side of his waist. Feeling the shaking panda's vagina climaxing around him was too much for Patrick to endure, and he was immediately pulled into his own orgasm. He hunched forward, his entire universe consisting of himself and the woman he was sharing himself with, and felt his prick throbbing hard, spilling thick jets of hot, wet come into his sister's pussy, painting her trembling inner walls with his seed. He tried to keep the kiss intact, as she had, but had to break it off both to growl out his pleasure and to breathe, as his nostrils just weren't cutting it. Holding Jill close, Patrick grunted in time with his release as she kept twitching and shuddering, and he emptied his balls, the air around them thick with pheromones and the mingled scents and cries of their incestuous love.

A warm, hazy period of indistinct time passed. There were no thoughts. There were no worries. There were no fears. There was only the man and the woman, and the aura of combined body heat that surrounded them as they held each other on the bed, mostly still, aside from gently nuzzling at each other. Eventually, the man's mind recovered enough for rational thought, and Patrick sighed, long and deep, feeling more genuinely content than he had in many years. He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Jill, still lying beneath him, looking positively angelic as she smiled at him. For the first time in his life, Patrick Lin truly understood why they referred to the period immediately following sex as 'afterglow'. "Hey, you," Jill whispered. "Hey yourself," he replied, grinning back. "That was..." she shook her head and then swore quietly in Mandarin, making her lover chuckle. "That was great, Patrick. Thank you..." "I'd use the word 'amazing'," he mused, "But I really need to thank you. For saying it back." The red pandas rubbed their noses together affectionately. "Patrick?" she started, after a moment, "I know I said this before, but even after that... Maybe I'm crazy, maybe doing this the day you told me was hasty, crazy even... but I don't regret a thing." Patrick swallowed, feeling rather emotional. "Oh, Jill..." he breathed, his voice tight, "Even though... even though it's incest?" "Even so. What I feel for you, what I've always felt for you, big brother... this is real. And I want to make this work." That did it. The elder panda's eyes welled up with happy tears, and he swore to himself self-consciously. "Ohhh, Patrick, it's okay," Jill cooed, soothingly. "There's still a part of me that worries I don't deserve this," he admitted, "That I'm just a pervert, and now I've made you a pervert too..." He swallowed. "But - but it's so much quieter now than it's ever been. Little sister, I... I think we're going to silence that part for good, together. And that's the second-greatest gift you've given me." They kissed, briefly but tenderly, and when they broke it off, Jill let her limbs slip away, freeing her lover, who very reluctantly pulled out and lay down next to her - though not before taking a moment to cheekily admire the view of his little sister's tired entrance, slowly leaking a gooey trickle of his sperm. As he flopped down next to her, Jill took his hand in her own, and once again, he couldn't not say it. "I love you, Jill. We're... we're gonna make this work." As he raised her hand to his mouth and kissed it, she beamed at him. "You'd better believe it," she said, "We're just gonna have to be, uh, smarter than that poor couple in Brazil, eh?" She rolled over towards him, and they began to cuddle in a more relaxed position. "I love you too, Patrick."

They spent the night in each other's arms, and Patrick slept better than he had since he was a kid, absolutely worry-free, dreaming of the beautiful future they could share together. Now the red pandas were sitting in a cafe finishing breakfast, and Jill was catching Pokémon on her phone, as if nothing had changed... aside from the way their hands kept idly touching atop the table. "So," he said with a smirk, "I assume you won't have a problem being comfortable taking the rest of the trip with me after all?" Jill pouted slightly and lowered her ears a little as she looked up from the screen. "Oh, Patrick, I - I'm sorry, I was confused and upset when I said that, and -" He raised a hand, letting her off the hook. "It's okay, I'm just playing, you made it abundantly clear last night that you were okay with me," he said, subtly lifting one foot and teasing the side of his shoe along her calf. She grinned at him and finished off her coffee, and Patrick winked at her and scarfed down the last few bites of the (surprisingly delicious) pancakes he'd gotten. The blueberries were a really nice touch. Pat called over the waiter to pay the bill, and after he ran his card through the scanner, he noticed his sister gazing out the window with a strangely wistful grin on her face. "Penny for your thoughts," he said, as they got up to leave, "Me, I was just thinking about how we're gonna explain the extra day trip." "We'll just tell them the truth," Jill said, dismissively, "We got crazy from spending so much time on the road, so we decided to kill a day exploring a middle-of-nowhere town. It's not like they're going to ask if we stopped in a hotel to have crazy good yet stunningly taboo sex, eh?" Patrick snapped his fingers and tried to look dejected. "Damn, and here I was hoping to brag..." She giggled and shook her head at him in an oh, you kind of way. "But to answer your question," she continued, "I dunno, I was just thinking about Dunsberg. Maybe it's a little nicer than I thought. Don't get me wrong, I still wouldn't want to live here, I'd be bored to tears, but..." As they approached the car, Patrick put a hand on her shoulder. "But maybe you like it a little better now that we've had an emotionally-charged, life-changing epiphany here?" he suggested. "I kinda thought it was the sex," she said, shrugging, "But yeah, maybe it was that, too." Patrick laughed and leaned over to kiss her briefly before he climbed into the driver's seat. Sitting down next to him, Jill grinned at her lover, her brother. "Yeah, it's a nice place, but I'm ready to hit the road," she said, "You know... I know we've been planning this trip forever, and it's gonna be great to see the guys again... but it's still gonna be kind of a bummer to actually get there and have to play nice, pretend we're just siblings again." Adjusting the mirror, Patrick nodded stoically. "True. I was thinking about that," he admitted, "...What do you think the chances are that they'd buy it if we told them Patrick couldn't make it, and I was your coincidentally similar-looking boyfriend Martin?" He started the engine, and Jill laughed. "I'd say about zero," she said, and then smirked at him. "Martin? You have to make up a cover identity, and you jump to 'Martin'? Lame..." "Hey!" he said, indignantly, "Martin can be a cool name! Mel Gibson was named Martin in Lethal Weapon!" "Yeah," the other panda retorted, "That's why everyone just called him Riggs!" Desperately searching his memory for other fictional characters named Martin, Patrick turned to his sister, a triumphant grin across his muzzle, and poked her in the shoulder. "What about Marty McFly?" he asked, "He was awesome!" "Oh," Jill said, blinking, "I forgot about him. Fine, he was cool, but I'm just saying, there's a reason he didn't go by Martin McFly..."

As Patrick pulled out of the parking lot, he reached down to adjust the air conditioning, and Jill casually reached over and intercepted his hand in mid-air, grabbing it and giving it a brief squeeze before releasing it. When he glanced up at her, she winked at him. "I love you, big brother," she said, softly, "I'm really glad you're on this trip with me." He beamed at her for a solid second before he reluctantly returned his attention to the road, the A/C momentarily forgotten. "I love you too, little sister," he replied, and I'm glad you talked me into coming." He liked that on the surface, there was nothing untoward about that exchange, unless one counted the playful way Jill had batted her eyes at him. "Patrick?" she asked, "When we go home, do you think we could talk about, um, maybe moving in together? Or w-would it be moving too fast for that? You know, because if it's too soon, um..." She trailed off, groping blindly for the right words, and he glanced at her and smiled. "I don't know if it's too soon to talk about co-habitation or not," he said, "But we can absolutely talk about that." He glanced at her again and added "Let's not worry about the details just yet, like you said, there'll be plenty of time once we get home." He chuckled to himself, shaking his head in disbelief, before sheepishly admitting the truth. "To be honest, I never imagined things would get further than me telling you how I felt, and you slapping me." "I didn't slap you!" the slender femme protested, "I was upset, yeah, but I didn't hit you!" Raising one hand and gesturing towards her, Patrick grinned. "You see?" he said, "Things went better than I expected right from the start!" She rolled her eyes and shook her head even as she giggled at that, as if embarrassed to find it so funny. "I have to admit," Jill said, after a moment, "This long-ass drive suddenly doesn't feel so bad when I realize that every night, we get to crash in a different hotel and have our way with each other. I call dibs on cowgirl tonight, by the way, I wanna be on top this time." Imagining his sister's beautiful frame perched atop him, her breasts bouncing from the movement as she rode up and down on his prick, Patrick shuddered in anticipation. "You'll get no argument from me," he said, poking her with his tail, "But couldn't you wait until at least lunch to say that? Now I'll be thinking about it all day!" "Oh dear," Jill said, without a hint of sincerity, "Now you'll be all pent up and eager for me when we get a room, what a terrible turn of events..." Despite himself, Patrick laughed again, just as okay with that idea as she was. He leaned back in his seat, finally remembered to turn the A/C down, and settled in for a long drive.

The road ahead - and behind - was long, yes, but there were good friends and sandy beaches waiting for them on one end, and a bright, if uncertain future waiting for them on the other. Life was good for the Lins. As their beat-up sedan rolled faithfully along the asphalt, Patrick reflected on their destination. He'd always had a fantasy of confessing his love to Jill on a beach like the ones waiting for them in California, just as the sun went down. As far as scenery went, a parking lot in a beautiful forest wasn't so bad, especially since he'd at least gotten the sunset part right. But he couldn't be too terribly bothered by it anyway, he thought, grinning. He'd always wanted to confess on a sandy beach, but now he suspected he was going to enjoy kissing her on that same beach even more. For the last ten years, Patrick Lin had sadly resigned himself to taking the same straight-and-narrow path as everyone else, of taking the secret of his taboo love to the grave with him and never letting Jill catch on. But now? Now that he'd left that path behind, he was happier than he could imagine, and if he had to make the choice again, knowing that Jill was willing to walk it with him, Patrick would gladly choose the road less travelled.