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I Love You Twice: Morning Glory

By Green

_Five-year-old David Parrish crouched behind a bush next to the path that led from his family's front yard to their back yard, giggling with badly-hidden excitement. Any minute now, his three-year-old sister Kelly was going to walk past him on her way to the front door of the house. He was proud of himself for realizing she had to go this way to get inside because she was too short to operate the funny latch on the back door. He'd felt like a detective when he figured it out. Finally his waiting paid off, as he heard her shoes crunching down on the leaves and gravel. He waited as long as he dared, until she was almost right on top of him, and then lunged out in front of her, tiny blunt claws extended, adorably short fangs bared, filling his tiny frame with as much 'scary' as he could muster.

" Raaaaaar!"

A look of surprise on her small fuzzy face, Kelly fell over backwards, turning as she did so she landed face down. For just a second, David felt immensely proud of himself. He really was scary, just like the werewolf from his favourite TV show! This pride drained out of him completely when Kelly began to wail, with the intensity and pure emotion only children can put into their cries. She pushed herself unsteadily to her feet and ran past her brother, head down, tears dripping straight out of her eyes onto the ground.

"Kelly, wait! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"

But she was gone, racing around the corner, her wails trailing off as she made her way to the door. David no longer felt like a brilliant detective or a powerful werewolf, he felt like the biggest jerk in the world. He just wanted to scare Kelly a little (and though he would never admit it to anyone, not even himself, to impress her) but he had gone too far. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time. He slowly walked the same way she had gone, tail dragging behind him, ears flat against his skull.

When he finally opened the door, he was just in time to see his mother Sara, crouching down in front of Kelly, lean in to kiss her daughter on the forehead and give her a hug. Sara turned and walked into the kitchen, not seeing David standing in the doorway. Kelly did, though, and walked straight to him. David sighed, expecting her to yell at him. But she just stood there, favourite teddy bear in hand, reddened eyes locked on his, sniffling slightly. He decided to be the first one to speak.

"I'm sorry, Kelly. I didn't mean to scare you so badly."

Kelly smiled weakly.

"You didn't scare me, Davey."

She lifted her short dress slightly and pointed at her knee, which had a Sesame Street band-aid affixed to it.

"I was cryin' cause I scraped my knee when I fell down. You just startled me, is all."

David suddenly felt a million times better. Mom would probably give him a lecture later, but he was glad he hadn't made his sister cry. Still, he had to know.

"Why weren't you scared of me?"

Kelly walked forward and gave her brother a hug he didn't entirely hate.

"I knew it was you, Davey. And I know my big brother Dave would never hurt me."_

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Twelve years later, David and Kelly Parrish sat on the couch in their front room, watching a movie together. It was a mindless comedy of the sort that were ridiculously popular in the mid-90's, but were shunned these days like they had cinematic leprosy. It wasn't a particularly good movie, but that was okay. They were watching it to spend time together, not for its intellectual stimulation. They were having a very good time making jokes about it, Dave's favourite being a running gag that whenever the villain was thwarted by the heroes, he immediately ran home and wrote about it on his blog. As the man ducked away from yet another foiled plot, Dave reached forward and wiggled his fingers in the air like he was using a keyboard.

_ _ "'Current mood: Frustrated.'"

Kelly smiled and moved her hands into the same empty space. She didn't have far to go, as she was leaning against her brother, practically sitting on him.

"'Currently listening to: I Will Survive.'"

At the end of the couch opposite their smiling faces, their tails rubbed, bumped and thwapped together amusingly. It was Dave's turn again.

"'I can't believe the nerve of those darn kids! All I want is a few million dollars in embezzlement funds, and they get all pissy because a few menial drones will lose their jobs. It really hurts inside when they blow up my car or cover my office in dog doo. I have feelings too!'"

Kelly laughed harder at that then she ever had at the movie. For the moment, they were the perfect definition of a friendly sibling relationship. That moment ended fairly quickly, as Kelly asked her brother the kind of question most siblings prefer to leave unanswered.

"So, Davey, what's the highest number of times you've whacked off in one day?"

Dave grabbed some popcorn from the bowl in front of them and looked thoughtful.

"That would be five, a couple of years ago."

"Just five? But guys get horny so fast!"

"Yeah, but it takes us forever to recharge after we come."

"Still, five?"

David smiled widely.

"We're dealing with a limited fluid supply here, dear sister. I probably could have made it six, but the fifth one hurt when I finished. We're just not supposed to do it so many times so close together."

"Then why the hell did you do it five times to begin with?"

He shrugged.

"I wanted to know how many times I could do it in one day."

She laughed again, and looked into his eyes expectantly. Soon he asked a question of his own.

"Have you ever... fucked yourself with a cucumber?"

"Ewwww, Davey, no!"

"Come on, plenty of girls do it, and it's not like you can just go out and buy a dildo, you're underage."

"Like you're an expert on girls. Say, does that make you a cradle robber?"

"Don't change the subject."

"What's there to talk about? Sure, it may be fun to try, but then I either throw the cucumber away, and Daddy notices it's gone, or I put it back and watch my family eat a meal with me in it. Besides, you should know better, you saw my... my cherry."

"Hmmmm. Good point, and well made."

The two of them had been asking each other extremely sexual questions all night long. If any shred of the illusion of proper sibling behaviour remained after that, it was shattered when Kelly reached up, tilted her brother's head down to hers, and passionately kissed him. The reason they were asking these questions is that they had been in a sexual relationship for just under two weeks now. After discovering her attraction to David was mutual, Kelly had confronted him in his room, and by the time the sun came up the siblings had masturbated each other. The very next day they had taken things a step further, each of them bringing the other to orgasm with their mouths and tongues. And things had pretty much remained comfortably at that stage since then. Only two days had gone by without the two of them meeting in secret to pleasure each other, either with their hands or orally, and they were quite satisfied. The reason they hadn't just immediately had sex the very first night was that they didn't have any kind of protection, and both Parrishes agreed the potential pleasure was not enough to counter the threat of an incestuous pregnancy. But after that, they realized that they had grown apart over the years, something siblings naturally do as they grow up. It had taken their forbidden relationship to bring them closer, and now they delighted in learning new things about each other.

They were only comfortable asking these questions openly - or making out on the couch, for that matter - because their parents were off at their Aunt Lynn's house for the night. As their kiss ended, Kelly looked back at the TV and laughed yet again. The credits were rolling.

"That was it? What a shitty ending." Her brother nodded.

"Abrupt much? Hey, you wanna watch another one?"

He gestured at the collection of films they had rented. Kelly shook her head.

"Nah, I'm getting tired. Probably going to hit the sack."

She said nothing, but her body language indicated she was expecting a response. A particular response. Instead, Dave looked away.

"I'm good for a few more hours. Maybe I'll surf the net for a while."

Kelly stood up and walked into the hallway, pausing at the foot of the staircase.

"Mommy and Daddy still aren't back. It's getting pretty late for them. I wonder what's keeping them."

She remained in place, trying too hard not to look at her brother.

"I dunno. I'll tell them you said goodnight."

Dave flipped the TV back to the satellite channels and started channel surfing. Kelly stayed where she was for a few more moments, then sighed heavily.

"...Okay. Goodnight, Davey."

"Goodnight, Kels."

She walked up the stairs noticeably sadder than she had been when she was leaning against her brother's chest. As soon as she was out of sight, Dave slumped against the chair and let his face show his own sorrow. He muttered aloud to himself.

"God, you don't make it easy, do you Kelly?"

One of the things he had discovered about Kelly since they had become siblings with benefits was an interesting contradiction. She deeply enjoyed sex, was comfortable with her body, and liked to experiment. On the other hand, she was quite embarrassed getting the ball rolling. For example, she loved it when Dave ate her out. She came harder from oral than from anything else in her life. But she became red in the face when it came time to actually ask her brother to do it for her. This wasn't really a problem, since Dave, who loved the scent and flavour of his sister's pussy, enjoyed performing cunnilingus, so would often make the offer himself. But he wondered if she'd ever be comfortable asking him to try something new. This episode on the stairs was another example. She wasn't really tired, she just wanted to get her rocks off. She wanted him to come with her and play naked games, an idiot could see that. But she just wouldn't come right out and say it, to the point of going to bed horny, unfulfilled, and alone rather than flat out telling Dave what she wanted.

She's probably masturbating right now. And it won't be enough for her. What the hell is wrong with me?

He reached into his pocket and pulled a small object out, turning it over in his hands and staring at it like he'd never seen it before. It was a reminder of why it was so important that he not give in and go with her. He had plans for tomorrow, big plans. If they were followed correctly, he and Kelly would experience a new level of pleasure. There was a reason he had to ignore Kelly's unspoken offer. In the past, Dave had noticed that his orgasms never felt better than when he hadn't come in a day or two. Granted, his best orgasm ever had been his first in Kelly's mouth, which was his third in two days, but there were exceptions to every rule. For the most part, abstaining for a day or two made his next orgasm much stronger. Which was why today was one of the two days they hadn't been together, making Kelly's silent plea even more heart-rending. Unlike the other time, when he had simply been out all day with his father, today he'd simply avoided situations where he might get off. It was all for tomorrow.

But am I making her suffer just so I'll come harder?

He dismissed this idea. It was a two-way street. She would enjoy tomorrow's fun at least as much as he did, he would see to that. Not to mention that the pain was also mirrored. He had to somehow fall asleep tonight while he was hornier than he'd been in weeks without giving in and visiting Kelly or masturbating. He shoved the object back into his pocket and sighed.

It's going to be a long night.

True to her 'goodnight', Kelly stayed in her room all night, and eventually, after a few painfully uneventful hours, Dave managed to fall asleep despite his body's protests. Unfortunately for him, he had to get up way earlier than usual as part of his plan. He groaned as his radio cheerfully began playing a Prozzäk song he hadn't heard in ten years directly into his ear. The whole plan revolved around him being awake and ready by the time Kelly got up, and she was much more of an early riser than he was. Fortunately adrenaline began pumping lightly though his veins at the mere thought of what he was planning, so he wasn't particularly tired. He crept down the hallway and got in the shower. Part of him wanted to just rush through it and be done as fast as possible, but he reminded himself that hurrying the shower wouldn't make Kelly wake up any sooner. So he took his time, scrubbing every inch of his body, deciding since it was a special occasion to use fur conditioner to try to remove some of the coarseness he'd inherited from his father. It was probably impossible, but he'd give it the old college try. All in all, he remained in the shower a bit longer than was really necessary, head tilted up, water streaming down his furry face, running the plan through his mind over and over again. His favourite part of it was that it was flexible, allowing him to adapt it to whatever circumstances the morning would throw at him. A glance down at his hand told him he'd better get out, as the pads on his fingers were pruning up. He got out, stood under the dryer long enough to stop dripping, then threw on his boxers and jeans. He hurried downstairs, and grabbed a bowl of cereal, which he barely tasted as his mind was too busy overthinking what was to come.

He hurried back up to his room where he sat down in his desk chair... and did absolutely nothing. He leaned forward, pushed his elbows against his knees, laced his fingers together, and let his chin rest on top of his hands. Then he listened. There were the sounds of the house settling, and random noises from outside, but mostly, there was quiet. He used this time to get control of his body once again, focusing on his breathing, forcing himself to calm down. He found his mind wandering to a topic that he tried not to think about. Over the past two weeks, he'd started to feel a new emotion... something he couldn't quite describe. He did know it was directed at Kelly, because it only appeared in his heart when he was with her. It didn't appear every time, and it wasn't always the same strength, but it was so unique that there was no mistaking it for anything else. It wasn't the soft, warm hum of brotherly love he'd felt for her as far back as he could remember, and it wasn't the savage, primal fury that burned through his veins when his rational mind was obliterated by carnal lust, usually triggered by her scent. No, this... this was something entirely different, yet with pieces of many other emotions tied into it somehow. He'd never felt anything like it in his 17 years of life, so he had no frame of reference. And because the relationship that triggered it was taboo, he had no one to talk to about it except Kelly herself, and somehow he couldn't bring himself to mention it to her. Well, he had one theory, but he actively tried not to think about it; he was just getting used to the way his life had changed, and if he was correct about this feeling, it would only change even more drastically.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, but was really only about fifteen minutes, Dave heard the sound of his sister's bedroom door opening, followed by her walking down the stairs. He smiled. It wouldn't be long now. After a time, she came back upstairs, breakfast apparently done, and then came music to Dave's ears; the sound of Kelly's feet padding down the hallway to the bathroom. Shortly thereafter, the shower started. He stood up, took a deep breath, and walked down the hallway. Logic told him that there was no way that Kelly could hear him past the noise of the shower, especially since she was also humming to herself, no doubt a pop song by a Britney wannabe. Nevertheless, he found himself moving as quietly as he could down the hallway, which meant he was almost completely silent, owing to his feline heritage. He opened the door to Kelly's room and stepped inside, closing it gently behind him. Immediately, he was overwhelmed with the scent of a perfume she liked to wear when she went out on the town. Because she applied it here, the smell had soaked into the various objects she kept. He paused for a moment to take in his surroundings, and then he stripped down to his boxers as quickly as he could, leaving his shirt and jeans nicely folded by the foot of her bed, stopping only to retrieve the object from his pants pocket and tuck it under the elastic waistband of his boxers. Then he sat down on her bed and once again listened. Since he had something to listen to, time didn't drag on like it had before, but he did learn one of the reasons Kelly got up so early: she enjoyed taking long showers. Almost forty-five minutes after she'd first stepped inside, she finally cut the water off, and Dave smiled widely in anticipation. He waited until he heard the dryer start, then walked over to the door, standing just a few feet away, counting the agonizing seconds.

It began wonderfully, exactly as he'd hoped it would. Kelly opened the door, clad only in a white bathrobe that ended just above her knees, towel over her shoulder, brushing her already-beautiful hair. She jumped just a little upon seeing the surprise guest in her room.

"D-Davey?"

Dave said nothing, but stepped forward, leaning down before the shock had left his sister's eyes and started a deep, passionate kiss, fuelled by a night of frustration and impatience. Kelly was so thrown by this completely unexpected behaviour from her brother that she just went with it, her arms falling limply to her sides as she returned his kiss with just as much vigour. Without breaking the liplock, Dave gently put a hand on her shoulder to steady her, and used the other to take the brush out of her hand and set it on her makeup table, still covered in stickers advertising boy bands she'd loved as a child. He grabbed the towel and tossed it onto the bed behind him, and finally began to push her backwards as he closed the door and locked it, more out of habit than necessity. He stopped pushing when she bumped into the door, still in a daze, and she put up no resistance when he reached down and tugged at her robe's terrycloth belt. The sides fell open, and her gorgeous body was revealed, covered only by amazingly soft fur in a variety of browns, blacks, and whites. Her eyes were half-closed, not focused on anything, entirely in the moment, but they shot wide open when he moved his free hand between her legs and pushed a single finger inside her. She let out a moan into his mouth, a sensation he deeply enjoyed, and began kissing him back even more fiercely. She brought her hands up from her sides and wrapped them around her brother's neck, pulling him in closer. Neither of them were really aware of how much time passed before Dave broke the kiss off, stepping back and leaning down slightly. He ran his tongue over one of Kelly's nipples and she gasped. In the stories he'd read on the Internet, this usually went in between kissing and oral sex, but he'd skipped straight from steps one to three. He'd realized a few days ago that he'd never tried this out with her and included it in his plan to make her happy. He locked his lips over her nipple like a newborn, and began sucking and running his tongue back and forth over its stiffening surface.

"God, Davey..."

Kelly was already purring, and a huge, stupid smile formed on her face as her brother switched nipples while continuing to play with her nether regions. She moved a hand to the top of his head and idly scratched behind his ears. He looked up at her, and the siblings maintained eye contact as Dave continued his sacred duty. She was now slick enough that he could easily get two fingers inside her, so he decided that, as fun as this was, it was time to move on. The hand still up on her shoulder gently shoved the robe off her arms, and Kelly did nothing to stop it from dropping to the floor, putting her hands back on his head as soon as they were free. However, Dave used this cue to stand up. Kelly reached down towards his penis, still contained within his boxers but obviously enjoying the goings-on. Dave gently pushed her hand away with his own, bringing it up between them. Kelly was confused until she realized which hand it was: she could smell herself on him. Once he was sure she'd received the message, Dave stuck his fingers in his mouth and began to lick off the glorious-tasting nectar soaked into his fur. Kelly, unsure of what to do, merely stared as her brother enjoyed her taste, swallowing to help her suddenly dry mouth.

The question of what to do was answered for her as Dave reached down and swept her off her feet. He wasn't exactly Hercules, but she was a little small for her age, so it wasn't too difficult for him. He carried her the short distance to her bed, and laid her down with exquisite care, like he was dealing with royalty. Without wasting any time, he moved down to the bottom of the bed, and took a moment to openly leer at her, raking his eyes across his sister's hot and bothered form. Self-conscious and unused to seeing such open lust from her brother, she closed her legs and moved an arm across her naked breasts. Dave winked at her and crawled forward, tenderly but firmly gripping her knees and separating them. He leaned down and ever-so-lightly ran the tip of his tongue across her labia. Kelly let out a second moan and relaxed, allowing him to do his thing. Except he didn't. He just kept running his tongue up and down, over and over, tracing her outer lips and enjoying himself, never so much as dipping inside for a taste, and carefully avoiding contact with her throbbing clitoris, which was practically screaming for attention. Eventually, Kelly realized that Dave had no intention of going any further, and let out a groan of frustration.

"C'mon Davey, enough's enough!"

She looked down at her brother, who was still silently tracing her lips, and saw the amused look in his eyes. He didn't have to say anything, she had figured out what he wanted.

Go on, Kels. Ask me for it.

"Oh please, Davey! Please?"

Please what, dear sister?

She let out another groan, still more embarrassed than horny.

"Oh my God, you're such an asshole!"

I can keep this up all day if I have to. Yummy.

"Okay! Okay, you win! Will you please... can you give me... Davey, would you just eat me out before I go insane?"

Hearing the magic words, Dave smiled and lapped at her clit the next time he reached the top of his circle. Kelly stiffened, then relaxed, lying back and closing her eyes.

"Oh, thank God! I thought you'd never stop teasing me."

Dave plunged his tongue deep inside his sister's vagina, his practiced aim allowing him to bypass her hymen to reach her lovely pink depths. He began to lick at her walls while his fingers played with her engorged clitoris, floating on a cloud of bliss as he gulped down her juices, his favourite flavour in the world. Kelly had a hand on top of his head, playing with his ears and hair while she murmured quiet praise.

"Oh yes oh yes oh Davey oh thank you oh yes it feels so good!"

Even knowing the remainder of what he had planned, Dave would have been satisfied to stay right where he was for the rest of his days, breathing in the scent that filled his entire body with joyful electricity. But nothing lasts forever, and eventually Kelly's pleasure built up to the inevitable conclusion, and she let out a long, loud, rapturous cry as she allowed herself to be swallowed up by her orgasm, both hands tightly gripping her brother's head as though her climax was a ride she'd fall off of if she let go. Dave's face was fairly drenched in her juices, and he loved it. Ultimately, she turned onto her side and slumped against her pillows, breathing hard, eyes glazed over with ecstasy, purring like a well-tuned engine. Dave crawled up the bed until he was cuddled up behind her, settling down on the pillow next to her as he wrapped her in his arms. It was now that he spoke for the first time.

"Good morning, Kels."

She laughed, a pure, untainted show of happiness, before replying.

"Jesus Christ, that was one hell of a 'good morning', Davey. I wouldn't mind that every single day. What possessed you to do that?"

He began playing with her long hair as he answered.

"You keep saying you don't like it when I act like you're fragile, second-guessing myself. So I decided to surprise you and take charge at the same time."

"Mmmmm, thank you so much. I love a man who takes charge."

For just a second, he felt a stab of that weird feeling in his heart, and worried about his theory. He forced himself not to think about it.

"That reminds me, Mom and Dad mentioned before they left that they're gonna stay the weekend. They won't be back until Sunday night."

Kelly laughed.

"Slipped your mind, huh? Just forgot to mention that we'd be alone for two whole days?"

She was grinning as she turned to face him.

"Hey Davey, not that that wasn't amazing, but why did you wait in here?"

He smirked.

"We always get together in my room. I wanted a change of scenery."

She chuckled and gave him one of her sexy smiles.

"Well, you deserve a reward. I'm gonna make this extra special for you, big brother."

She reached down towards his ignored member, straining against its cotton prison. He pushed her hand away and then tugged his boxers down, taking his precious object from the waistband as he did so. He pushed himself up on his elbows and moved over his surprised sibling, slowly lowering himself towards her.

"I know a reward that's more special than any other."

Kelly put both her hands on his chest and began to push.

"Davey, no, you know we can't do that. How about I... go down on you?"

"How about I make you mine, little sister?"

He grabbed hold of her arms and began struggling with her, using nowhere near his full strength, just pushing back playfully, trying not to smile as she sweetened the deal.

"Come on Davey, I - I'll let you come in my mouth! How about it?"

The first time she'd given him a blowjob, she'd nearly gagged on the taste of his semen, and had not let him finish without pulling out since. He ignored the offer.

"Oh Kelly, I want you so, so bad. I've wanted you for so long, it's all I can think about. I can't help it, you're just so beautiful!"

She blushed but didn't stop pushing.

"I, I... If it means that much to you Davey, we could get dressed and go to the drugstore..."

He grinned wide enough to show his fangs and shook his head.

"I think we both know that we've put it off long enough, Kels. I intend to have you before either of us leaves the room."

Kelly suddenly began pushing much harder.

"No! Oh God, no! Don't do this to me, Davey, please!"

Dave realized that actual fear was beginning to show in her eyes, and promptly felt like he'd been punched in the stomach. He'd gone too far. He pulled himself back as quickly as he could, sitting back on his legs, and let go of her arms.

"Kelly, I-I didn't mean it, I would never hurt you like that, you have to believe me!"

She crossed her arms over her chest and eyed him suspiciously.

"You sure as hell sounded serious!"

This made him feel about as bad as her orgasm had made her feel good. His ears drooped down towards his head and he slouched, feeling terrible.

"Kels... you can't really believe that I could... that I would rape you... can you?"

Kelly looked away, clearly thinking about it, and she relaxed slightly, but did not move her arms.

"...You're right, you would never do that to me, Davey. I'm sorry I said that. But you could do it if you really wanted to! You're a lot stronger than I am, Davey, and saying things like that..."

"I'm sorry I scared you, it all just came out wrong. I was building up to something."

She remained silent and just looked at him, her eyes asking the obvious question.

"After I said that I would have you before we left the room... I was gonna say 'I guess we'll just have to use this.'"

He held up the object in his hands, and Kelly's eyes widened ever so slightly.

It was a foil-wrapped condom.

He dropped it onto the sheets, moved his legs off to the side of the bed and began scootching forward, standing up as he reached the edge.

"I'm sorry I scared you, Kelly. I understand that you won't want to go forward for a while. I guess I'll go for a walk or something and maybe later we can-"

He stopped, as he felt a tugging on his tail. He looked over his shoulder, not knowing what to expect. He certainly wasn't expecting to see such a warm smile on Kelly's face.

"...You know what, Davey? I should have known better. Because I know you. I've known you my whole life. You're not just some horny guy; you're my big brother Dave. And I know my big brother Dave would never hurt me."

He dared to hope as he sat back down on the bed.

"...Are you sure? You seemed pretty scared there."

She shook her head slightly.

"It's just this whole 'first time' thing has got me kinda stressed. I guess I would have liked a little notice before you started your game."

"...I guess my take-charge attitude needs a little work, huh?"

She smiled at him, and pressed the condom back into his hand. But this little scare had brought his over-protectiveness back with a vengeance.

"Kelly... I may hate myself later, but I gotta ask you this. Are you sure that you want to give me... that you want me to be your first? I mean, losing your virginity is a pretty once-in-a-lifetime thing, and I'm your brother, you know? I don't regret anything we've done these last couple of weeks, and I'm not afraid to go forward from here, but let's be honest: what we've already done is kind of borderline, but if we have sex, that's definitely incest."

She listened to his little speech, her face blank and passive. She remained that way for about ten seconds afterward, gathering her thoughts, before she responded.

"Davey, I don't know much of anything for sure, this whole thing is just as new to me as it is to you, but I am sure I want to be with you. I mean, okay, losing your virginity to your brother is a little... unusual, but all the girls I know who regret who they were with their first time chose guys they didn't know as well as they thought. You've always been there for me. I know you better than anyone else on the planet. You're kind, you're smart, you're funny, and if your only bad habit is being overprotective, then I can't think of a single reason any girl wouldn't want you. It doesn't matter to me that you're my brother. Frankly, I can see an upside: we can both get off whenever we want with someone we love, and it will be great practice for when we finally do find someone we want to be with who's not related to us."

Although she was smiling, Dave felt very, very bad for just a second. Before he could think about it, she reached forward and grabbed his penis, which had gone limp sometime after he scared her.

"I think we should get started, don't you?"

Soon they were lying down again, holding each other close and kissing passionately. Kelly was fondling her brother, massaging his testicles and squeezing his penis, smiling as his body reacted to her touch, his length fattening and stretching in her hand.

"Mmmm, I love to feel you get big, Davey. Makes me feel... appreciated."

He let out a low breath as she gave his hardening shaft a particularly spirited grope.

"God, you have no idea how much I appreciate you."

It pained him to stop, but there were more important things ahead. He felt pretty embarrassed as he ripped open the foil wrapper, Kelly lying on her side and watching him silently. He hastily rolled the plastic sheath down over his favourite body part, alternating between rushing it to get to the loving faster, and taking care not to tear it.

When he was done, he looked down at himself and frowned.

"It looks silly. It's like I'm a sausage in saran wrap!"

Kelly clicked her tongue and leaned over to take a closer look.

"I think you look smart, Davey. And which would look sillier; you with a rubber on, or me with a bun in the oven?"

He smiled.

"And a point in the lady's favour."

She leaned down and laid a kiss on his penis through its new covering.

"Oooh, make that two points."

She moved back to the pillows, lying back and making herself comfortable.

"You hear that, Davey? I'm winning. You better hurry and catch up."

Kelly leaned back against the top of her bed, and opened her legs.

And that's when it hit him.

A smile as wide as it was infectious spread across Dave's face. Kelly frowned and looked down at her treasure.

"What? Is something stuck to me?"

"No, no, it's just - it's actually gonna happen, Kels. We're finally gonna do this!"

Kelly, who was now smiling just as widely as her brother, beckoned him over with a finger. David crawled across the bed until he was once again positioned over her with his weight on his elbows - and stopped. There followed a shockingly awkward moment where the siblings adjusted their poses to more comfortably allow them to do the deed, with Dave reaching down and attempting, badly, to line his erection up with Kelly's opening, until finally Kelly, blushing like a neon sign, reached down and did it herself. As she did so, a memory flashed into his mind, clear as day: her reaction the first time he'd eaten her out, when he'd unknowingly pressed against her cherry. There was one last very, very important thing to take care of. Dave cleared his throat.

"So how do you want me to..."

Kelly realized where he was going and interrupted.

"Uh, I've never been the peel-off-the-band-aid type, so can we get this done and over with quickly?"

He nodded, suddenly filled with stress.

I've gotta make this as easy as possible for her.

"Sure, sure, no problem. How about we count to three?"

"Wait, do you mean one, two, and then go on three, or one, two, three and then go?"

Despite the situation, Dave gave her a look. She was confused.

"What is it?"

"Kelly, if I didn't know you hated 80's action movies..."

"What?"

"...Never mind. One, two, and go on three."

Kelly reached up and got a pretty firm grip on Dave's shoulder, her brown fur looking brighter than usual against his midnight black. She placed her other hand into his, fingers tightly intertwined. Wordlessly, they exchanged a pair of squeezes. Dave leaned in closer, and she leaned her head against his chest. He realized she was trembling slightly and began rubbing her hand with his thumb. He began to count.

"One..."

They squeezed each other's hands again.

"Two..."

She closed her eyes.

"Three!"

Dave thrust his hips forward as hard as he could.

The latex-coated head of Dave's penis tore through Kelly's hymen, the thin membrane giving way in one stroke. The silence of the room was broken by gasps of pain - from both siblings. The reason for Kelly's pain was obvious, but Dave was both in pain, and not expecting it, since Kelly had not only squeezed her hands with all her strength, the pain made her extend her claws before doing so. Now Dave felt ten needle sharp points sticking into his hand and shoulder. After a moment, Kelly opened her eyes, and saw the grimace on her brother's face. Realizing what she had done, she retracted her claws, but only croaked out "Gimme a minute" before pushing her face harder into her brother's chest, shaking slightly. Instantly, Dave became worried.

Oh my God, oh my God, she's still hurting. I mean, I know it's supposed to hurt, but is it supposed to hurt this much? God, I should have looked it up, I was only planning it for days!

Fortunately, that minute turned out to be only around fifteen seconds before she looked up into Dave's eyes.

"...Well. That sucked. Glad I'm never gonna have to do that again."

He almost laughed in relief.

"Sorry about the claw thing, Davey. I didn't mean to- are you hurt?"

He had forgotten about his own injuries in all the panic about 'breaking' her somehow. He looked at his hand, which had small points of blood dried into his fur. The plus side of her claws was that they were so sharp, the damage she'd done had been extremely localized, just deep. It was healing already. Now if she'd moved her hand, she may have julienned him, but fortunately that hadn't happened.

"Looks okay to me. Can you see my shoulder?"

He leaned in to give her a better view of his back - and then both siblings' eyes bulged because the motion caused him to slide another half-inch into her. In all their efforts to make sure their partner was okay, they'd almost forgotten why the pain was happening in the first place. Kelly moved first, reaching back and lightly touching her hand to Dave's shoulder, unable to hide the grin on her face. She looked at the pads on her fingers.

"Looks like you're not bleeding there either."

"Good enough for me."

Their hands assumed the position, they exchanged a squeeze, and then very carefully, very slowly (now that brute strength was no longer needed), Dave pushed forward. A million new sensations exploded through Dave's mind as he slid into his sister; this felt similar to oral and yet completely different at the same time.

Holy mother, she's so tight, so hot, so fucking wonderful!

He finally hilted himself in her wet warmth, and stopped for a moment. It was glorious. She fit him like a glove. He couldn't actually see it, obviously, but to him, it felt like a perfect fit, a match made in Heaven. This close to her body, he could feel her heart beating in her chest. He glanced up at her face. She seemed to be biting her lip.

"Kels? You okay?"

She jumped a little, surprised, and embarrassed he'd noticed. She nodded and then spoke in a tone barely above a whisper.

"Please don't stop."

She wasn't in pain; she was trying not to moan. He grinned wider than ever, squeezed her hand, and pulled back, until only the very tip of his manhood was still inside her. As he pushed forward again, thousands of years of instincts began boiling up inside him, and he stopped having to actively think about what he was doing, just focusing on the experience itself.

He realized the condom was so thin the only feeling he was missing out on was the moisture, and he'd gladly give that up so that he could be with her. ...There was that feeling again, stronger than ever.

No. No! It does not mean what I think it means. Go away!

Luckily, Kelly distracted him from his emotions with a few well-placed words.

"Ohhhh, Davey. It's so, so good!"

Kelly let out a moan as he pushed forward yet again. She leaned up towards him, capturing his mouth with her own. Dave had never been good with multitasking, but here he was, making out, thrusting forward, and rubbing her back all at the same time. Kelly spread her legs out to the side before closing them behind his back, locking her ankles together to keep him from escaping. Towards the bottom of the bed, their tails were twisting around each other like stripes on a candy cane. Dave's eyes rolled back in his head, he was in a state of complete rapture as he enjoyed the feeling of his throbbing manhood rubbing against the inner walls of Kelly's most sacred place. He could feel every bump, every contour of her love tunnel, and it was making him purr like he'd never purred before. He wasn't the only one. Once she'd gotten past the residual pain, she had found a whole new level of pleasure. The only thing that would make it perfect is if he'd pay some attention to her clitoris, but she didn't want to stop kissing him to ask. After all, he was doing a damn good job for his first time ever... and there was always next time. Dave, meanwhile, was rapidly approaching perfection himself. Too rapidly for his liking. Being a guy, the media put an awful lot of pressure on him to perform, and he'd been worrying about premature ejaculation for years before he and Kelly had become more than siblings. At one point, he'd sworn off masturbation because he read an article that said it trained the body to reach orgasm as fast as possible. He'd only lasted a week, but the effort was there.

And now, he was desperately fighting it, torn between slowing down his thrusts and lessening the pleasure, and the threat of finishing. Truth be told, he had no idea how long was long enough, but he figured the longer he could hold out, the better. And then his sister broke off the kiss, and he felt her hand on his face. He opened his clenched eyes, and saw a benevolent smile on her lips.

"It's okay, Davey. You can let go. You've earned it."

And then she leaned forward and licked his cheek.

This simple act started the inevitable chain reaction. As euphoria washed over him, Dave closed his eyes.

"Oh-Oh God... God damn... Kelly, I-I-I..."

For the second time in his life, Dave was interrupted mid-sentence by a powerful orgasm. Kelly held him tightly as he boiled over, rubbing his back and murmuring praise in his ear as his entire body shuddered against her, his tail twitching like a snake having a bad dream, moaning as his throbbing penis released spurt after spurt of hot semen that was thankfully contained by the condom doing its job.

And then, just like that, everything changed. Dave realized that his orgasm seemed to have been going on forever, but this wasn't just the usual lust-driven illusion: he was experiencing a perfect moment. He was at peace with the universe. He had never been as purely content as he was at this very instant. And the feeling he'd been fighting for weeks was burning in his veins more fiercely than a thousand suns. It was overpowering, he couldn't begin to make it go away, there was no choice but to accept it. The mind works incredibly fast, far faster than any computer, if in a much less controlled manner. So in the time it took from when he started coming to the time when he finished, he had had a full conversation with a voice in his mind.

** You know what it means.**

_ No! It can't be! That's - that's sick!

** Yet you know what you feel.**

I won't accept it! It's impossible!

** Emotions never lie.**

There has to be another explanation!

** You know it to be true.**

I... I don't_ want _it to be true.

** Why not? Is it so very different from the way things are now?**

Of course it is! It will ruin my life!

** If you won't listen to yourself, listen to facts. When have you felt this way before?**

I felt it two weeks ago right before she came into my room and we went down on each other.

** What were you doing?**

Thinking about her...

** Keep going. When else?**

Right when I realized she really liked watching me touch myself... and then I felt it again when I was hugging her, right before I ate her out... No... No, it can't be...

What's wrong?

Nothing! I, uh, also felt it a few times when she laughed at one of my jokes, and last night when we were watching the movie on the couch together, and earlier when I was waiting for her to wake up... No, please. Say it ain't so.

** When have you felt it this strongly?**

Right after she finished blowing me, when she said - oh my God.

** And what were you trying to tell her when you started coming just now?**

Oh my God. Oh my God!

** ...**

It - it_ is _true, isn't it?

** Yes, David, it is.**

What do I do now?

** That, I'm afraid, is up to you.** _

David let out a loud groan as he finished ejaculating, falling to his side, body exhausted, mind filled with acceptance. He landed, panting heavily, beside Kelly, their purrs as loud as they were dissonant, filling the air with noise. He turned his head, looking at his sister in a whole new light. She smiled at him, then glanced down his body and giggled. He followed her gaze to his wilting penis, and grinned, despite the situation. The end of the condom was filled with his cooling seed. He reached down and gently tugged it off, dropping it into the garbage can by the side of her bed.

"Do me a favour and make sure Mom and Dad don't find that."

She smiled and nuzzled her face into his arm.

"Oh Davey. I don't regret choosing you for a second. Umm, am I gonna have to change the sheets?"

She nodded towards her nether regions, afraid to look for herself. He didn't mind, because he enjoyed looking at her. He sat up, and made a thorough visual check. Her vulva sagged open, looking decidedly more tired than it had when he was using his tongue earlier.

Hmmm. I read it's supposed to do that, and goes back to normal later.

He was expecting to find a small pool of blood, but didn't, the juices flowing out of her were just somewhat pinker than usual. He realized that if she had bled copiously, there'd be red all over his groin fur, not to mention the condom. He lay back down.

"Nope, looks good. Of course, it always looks good to me."

"Awww. Thanks, Davey. For everything."

Satisfied, she kissed him on the cheek, before she closed her eyes and cuddled up close to him, using the white star on his chest as a pillow. He swallowed.

I've got to tell her. It's only fair. She deserves to know.

And then David Parrish told his sister what he'd been trying to say when he came.

"Kelly... I - I love you."

Without missing a beat, or even opening her eyes, Kelly replied automatically.

"Mmmm. I love you too, Davey."

It seemed more detail was in order.

"No, I mean... I mean I love you twice."

She opened one eye and gave him a look.

"C'mon Davey, we're having a nice moment here. What are you talking about?"

"I mean that - that I love you the way every brother is supposed to love his sister... and I love you the way he's not."

Every muscle in Kelly's body stiffened. Slowly, she rolled over, so she was facing away from him. When she spoke, her words seemed forced.

"Dave... are you saying... that you're in love with me?"

"I - I've never been in love, but I've never felt anything like this before. And that's what I think it is. I love you, Kelly."

For five agonizing seconds, she said nothing, and did not move. Then Dave realized that her shoulders were moving up and down, ever so slightly. Before he could ask, she gasped, and released a sob she'd been trying very hard to contain. He reached out for her, horrified, but she bolted from the bed, now openly weeping, pausing only to grab her robe from the floor before she fled down the hallway.

** Nooooo!** No no no no no! Oh God, please no! I'm sorry!

There was literally nothing he owned that Dave would not give away at that moment to go back in time just half a minute. He fell back against the bed - a bed that was drenched in her scent, in a room that was covered in her personal touches - and shook his head. He shouldn't have said anything, should have kept quiet, suffered in silence.

"...I'm sorry, Kelly."

She couldn't hear him but he couldn't stop himself from saying it. And then, he gave in to his sorrow and allowed himself to cry. He had taken a good thing, possibly the best thing he'd ever had in his life, and he had fucked it up so bad he was amazed how little time it took.

Why? Why did she run away? Why was she crying? Am I that horrible?

Eventually the tears stopped, but he stayed right where he was, seeing no reason to go back into the world. After wallowing in his misery for the better part of half an hour, he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, sat up, and retrieved his boxers.

I have to find her. I have to talk to her. I have to make this right!

He pulled on his jeans and walked out into the hallway. He called her name softly, but received no response. He probably wouldn't have found her for quite a while if he didn't hear a sniffle when he was walking past his own room. He slowly opened the door. Kelly was sitting on his bed, in her robe, body covered up, hugging one of his pillows close to her body, her head hanging down onto it. She didn't react at all to his presence, but her hearing was just as good as his, so he knew she'd noticed.

"Kelly, I... What I said earlier... I didn't mean it, I was-"

"You weren't kidding, Dave."

She had turned her head towards the wall, so she could speak clearly, but he still couldn't see her face.

"I've known you my whole life, Dave. I know when you're telling the truth, I usually know when you're bullshitting, and I definitely know when you're kidding around. You meant every word you said."

The fact that she called him 'Dave' hit him like an icicle to the heart. It wasn't fair. She found out he had masturbated with her underwear, and it makes her happy. He confesses his love for her, and that makes her hate him?

"Kelly... I don't know what to say. I can't change the way I feel."

It took an active effort for him to not say 'I'm sorry'.

"We should probably stop... what we've been doing."

Kelly let out a sob, and lifted her head up. Dave was taken aback by her appearance. The fur around her eyes was completely soaked, to the point where her tears were running over it, down her face, the way a human's tears do. He watched a single shining drop fall from one of her whiskers and forced himself not to walk over and hug her, terrified it might make the situation even worse.

"Oh, Dave. Why did everything have to change? We had a good thing going. We had something new and wonderful to share, we could figure out this whole sex thing together. And then you tell me you love me too, and everything goes to hell because our hearts made a very bad choice!"

She pushed her face into the pillow again, letting out a sob. Dave felt so bad for her that he almost missed the most important part of what she'd said.

"Kels, did you just say - that I said I love you... too?"

She looked up again, shaking her head sadly.

"Of course I love you, Dave! You're smart and kind and thoughtful and wonderful and you always think of me before yourself! You're fucking perfect! I-I've known since a little bit after the first time we... tried oral. I'm crazy in love with you."

Dave walked across the room and sat down next to her. For the first time in about five years, he hadn't locked the door behind him. There were more important things on his mind.

"...And this is bad?"

"Dave, you're my brother, for Christ's sake! I told you, I don't care what the world thinks, there's nothing wrong with us having sex if we're careful! But us being in love, that's something else! What are we going to do, Dave? It's illegal for us to get married, we straight-up shouldn't have kids unless we want them to come out wrong, and we can't even tell anyone about it! They'd call us freaks, Dave! Mommy and Daddy would kick us out of the family! When I first realized I was attracted to you, I never thought I'd be able to be with you, so I swore never to mention it. I'd keep it a secret forever."

"And then you found out I wanted you too."

He reached out a hand and began rubbing her back reassuringly.

"I was willing to do the same thing with my love. I - I could never tell you, Dave. What would be the point? I figured if I could never make you love me, I'd accept being your fuck buddy instead. But I don't want to just be your fuck buddy, Dave! I don't want this to be practice for when you find a girlfriend, I want to be your girlfriend! But we can't, we shouldn't, I mean... When you told me you felt the same way, it broke my heart... I want to be with you so bad, Dave, but we - we..."

She burst into tears once more, but this time, instead of the pillow, she fell towards her brother, and buried her face in his chest.

Dave wrapped his arms around his sister, and held her tight as she shook with the force of her bawling. It physically hurt him to see her so miserable, a tightness in his chest that wouldn't go away. After a time, she calmed down a little. She let out a long, pitiful sigh.

"For the first time in my life I wished you weren't my brother, Dave. I wanted you out of the family. And I hated myself for that..."

She trailed off and sniffed loudly.

He realized he had to say something, anything that would make her feel better. He put a hand under her chin, and gently tilted her head up towards him. She reluctantly met his gaze.

"Kelly. Listen to me. I love you. I love you more than anyone or anything else in the world. You know what? I don't give a shit that you're my sister. I don't care how hard we have to work, how much we have to do, I promise you that I'm willing to find a way to be with you. We'll keep it under the radar until we graduate, and then we can go to the same college, live together. And when we're done there, we'll move far away, like to Australia or something, where no one knows who we really are, and we'll just tell them we're married. If we're careful, we can even keep our friends at home from realizing the truth. Hell, if we want kids so bad, we can adopt!"

Kelly swallowed the lump in her throat.

"Do you really mean that, Dave?"

Dave's plan was hastily-thought out and had several gaping flaws. He was two years older than her, for starters, so college arrangements would be tricky. And adoption agencies required fairly detailed records from prospective parents, so it would be hard, if not impossible, to hide the truth from them. But at the moment Kelly wasn't looking for a solid plan, she was looking for hope. He nodded.

"I would do anything for you, Kels."

Without warning, she grabbed his face and pulled herself up, kissing him aggressively, pushing her tongue into his mouth like she wanted to trade it for his. After a moment she broke it off and threw her arms around him, hugging him so tight he could barely return the gesture. She seemed content to stay like that as she whispered a 'thank you' in his ear. A few minutes later, she had finally stopped sniffling, and leaned back so she could see her brother. She tried to hide the uncertainly in her eyes, rubbing his arms gently.

"Dave... do you think we're moving too fast here? I mean, we went from nothing to dropping the L word in less than a month. Most couples don't even hook up that fast."

He smiled at her as he responded.

"Kels, most couples don't live together for fifteen years before they kiss for the first time. I don't think anyone would blame us for skipping the 'getting to know each other' part."

Oh no, they'd have entirely different reasons to blame us. Like our DNA.

He tried to force those thoughts out of his head. It became easier when Kelly asked him a question.

"Hey Dave? Can we... can we do it again?"

"You mean here? Now?"

She looked at him pleadingly.

"Please, Dave. Be with me. I need you."

"Alright, under two conditions."

He smiled widely.

"First, call me Davey. Second, kiss me like that again."

She laughed, long and loud and pure.

"Whatever you say, Davey."

And then they were too busy to talk.

The very first time they'd been together, when Kelly had stolen into her brother's room in the dead of night, had been somewhat different than all the times that came after it. This was something new and exciting, something they'd never done before, seeing a whole new side of someone they'd known their whole life, and they were more interested in exploring each other's bodies than in reaching orgasm themselves. Since then, they had become much more comfortable with each other, and their interactions had become more about pure pleasure and less about new experiences. This, then, was a return to the way they'd felt that first night. Their hearts were beating so much faster than arousal alone could explain, their faces so very flushed. The two of them were pressed close together, kissing hungrily like newlyweds on their wedding night, as their hands caressed and groped each other's bodies like they'd never met before. It was an interesting dance, each sibling trying to keep a balance between running their fingers through their partner's fur and working their own clothes off, all without breaking the kiss they were sharing. Kelly had it easier, wearing nothing except her bathrobe, so she helped Dave pull his pants off. Just before he kicked them off the bed, he reached into the back pocket and produced another condom.

Dad always said to bring a spare. Wouldn't he be thrilled?

He was already as hard as stone when he got his boxers off, and while he worked the latex sleeve over his pink length, Kelly kissed and nipped at his neck.

"Hurry up, Davey. You have no idea how good it felt to get all that off my chest."

While he hadn't had to live with a forbidden love for weeks, Dave did have to admit that it felt great no longer being in denial about his true feelings for Kelly. When he finally finished preparing himself, Kelly moved back, and began to turn over.

"Wait, Kelly."

She stopped and looked at him, urgency burning in her brown eyes.

"Why don't you go on top this time?"

She smiled.

"And that's a point for the gentleman."

She moved out of the way as Dave lay down, pausing only long enough to prop a pillow under his neck, before she threw a leg over him, sitting down on his thighs. Without wasting a second, she lifted herself up over his aching cock, and tilted it up until it was at the perfect angle. She lowered herself until the very tip just barely brushed against her labia, and then stopped. She waited until her brother made eye contact, and spoke in a quivery voice.

"I love you, Davey."

She shuddered, getting a great deal of pleasure just from being able to say the words. He would have responded, but his words came out as a groan as she sat down on him, his length sinking into her welcoming depths. He reached up and put his hands on his sister's hips, and helped her get her rhythm started, lifting her up and then letting gravity pull her back down, biting down on his tongue to keep from moaning out loud. Eventually, she no longer needed his or gravity's help, pushing up with her knees and pulling down with her thighs, wanting to increase the pace. Dave didn't let go, but now it was more like he was holding on for dear life.

"Oh God, sis, yes, yes..."

He was mesmerized at the effect all this bouncing was having on Kelly's breasts, finally giving in to his urges and pulling her down towards him, so that she was now lying down on top of her brother. She continued pumping her hips with her legs, but now he was able to tilt his head down and start sucking on her nearest nipple, tracing its outline with the tip of his tongue. She gasped his name and hugged him tighter than ever as his shaft continued to slide against her slick walls, ever-so-gently biting down on his shoulder in her joy. The feelings in her groin were driving her crazy, so in order to stave off madness, she reached a free hand down between them and began playing with her throbbing clit. She sighed out loud as she began to feel even better.

Apart from the position they were in, this wasn't physically any different from the sex they'd had earlier. But mentally was another story. Both of them were amazed at how much better it felt this time. Feeling nothing but love for their partner, feeling the love they had in return, just seemed to amplify every single feeling a thousand times. The door to Dave's room wasn't even closed, and they were making no effort to stay quiet; if anyone else had been in the house, it would have been obvious what the Parrish siblings were up to. But they didn't care. All that mattered in the world was making each other happy. Not making each other come, making each other happy. This time, their hearts were more important than their genitals. This time, they weren't having sex, they were making love. The longer they were together, the surer of himself Dave became.

I want to spend the rest of my life with this woman. God help me, I do.

He continued playing with her nipples, switching back and forth as the mood took him. Kelly had reached up to his head, and he was surprised at how much pleasure he was getting from having his ears scratched like a feral. He reached up to grab her other breast with his free hand, and with no warning, lightly bit down on one nipple just as he pinched the other one. Kelly's eyes bugged open as her body surprised her with its reaction.

"Oh Jesus, I'm coming, Davey, I'm coming!"

She closed her eyes and rode the wave of ecstasy that exploded out of her, not even trying to keep quiet as she let out a long gasping moan. Her body shuddering against him, her eyes tightly shut in pure pleasure, her vagina clamping down on his erection like it intended to keep it, Kelly pulled her brother past the Point of No Return with her. He followed her example, instead of biting his lips to keep his feelings inside, he cried out her name as he reached his explosive finish, coming so hard inside her that a tiny section of the still-functioning part of his brain worried that his jetting sperm would blast right through the condom.

Reaching their final shudders at the same time, the two of them lay back, their muscles threatening to give way. Kelly stayed right where she was on top of Dave, resting her head on his wide chest, listening to his heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat even as she panted like a canine and tried to get her 'aftershocks' under control. He put a hand on her back and lazily began to rub her tired body, his smile so wide it wrapped around his muzzle. Ordinarily, one of them would have started going on and on about how amazing it was, but both of them were acutely aware of how much the other had enjoyed it. For now, they were content to remain exactly where they were, basking in the silence of their afterglow, listening to their own purring, which was for the second time in their lives, impossibly, gloriously in synch. After a few minutes, Dave's flaccid penis dropped out of Kelly, and he reached down and tugged the well-used rubber off. After glancing at it to make sure that it hadn't broken, he tossed it in the general direction of his garbage can. He didn't even watch to see if it went in. He'd gladly trade off having to scrub love stains out of his carpet later if it meant he could stay here under Kelly now. He closed his eyes and smiled.

"I love you twice, Kelly."

Not a second later she replied.

"I love you twice, Davey."

He felt his eyelids growing heavy. He'd only woken up a few short hours ago, and physically, his body was still raring to go. But his heart had been put through the wringer, so emotionally, he was exhausted.

"I think I'm falling asleep, Davey."

He chuckled lightly. Looks like they were even more compatible than he thought.

"I think a nap sounds awesome right about now, Kels."

He reached over and grabbed his blanket, pulling it over his and his sister's naked bodies. When Kelly spoke next, her words were slow and slurred. She was already going.

"I want you to be here when I wake up, Davey. Promise you'll stay with me."

"Always, Kels. Always."

Her purring continued unabated, but her breathing soon became deep and even. Dave glanced at the open door. If their parents found them sleeping naked in the same bed, they'd be ruined. But they weren't due back until late the next night, and he would rather not move Kelly if he could avoid it. His vision was becoming blurry, and he realized he was about to follow his lover to sleep. He turned his head on the pillow to be more comfortable, and glanced at the clock next to his bed. 11:54 am. He closed his eyes and let one last thought run through his mind.

All this happened and it's not even lunch. I wonder what the rest of the day will be like.

And then he drifted off to sleep, a peaceful smile on his lips.