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Though being a botanist wasn't always considered the most exciting line of work, there were definitely perks to the business.

Samantha Draftwood was enjoying one of those, as she wandered around a sizable and impressive convention with her Aunt Cass. It was a nice change of pace for the raccoon, knowing that she spent most of her days working a cash register, rather than actually getting to interact with the flowers.

For once, she was the one on the other side of the counter, admiring the booths of other flower vendors. A home and garden show was the perfect little getaway for Samantha, and thanks to the store that her aunt owned, she was privy to a free pass, saving her the nominal fee of registration.

"It really does look like a beautiful show," her brother Timothy commented, though he wasn't actually there to enjoy the convention. He was sitting at his work desk at their shared apartment, leaning on his elbow and gazing into his monitor. The modern wonder of video calls meant that Timothy could at least get a glance at the myriad of different, colorful flowers that Samantha was enjoying, and though they were apart, it still felt as though he was right there with her.

Samantha smiled and nodded as she peered into her smartphone. "Probably a few too many people here for you to really enjoy yourself, but otherwise, I think you'd really love this. Some of the arrangements are simply gorgeous," Samantha admitted, and throughout the duration of the call, Timothy was forced to look at his sister's palm, as she was quick to be distracted by the different booths that surrounded her.

Having already gone through a few minutes of the same, Timothy was to the point of simply chuckling at his sister's entertainment. He was glad that she was out enjoying herself, even if he wasn't able to be there with her. "Maybe one of these years, I'll actually feel like dealing with that many people in a single afternoon," Timothy suggested. "Till that time comes, I'll just enjoy the video."

"I'll make an extrovert of you yet, brother mine," Samantha boasted, though she knew such a task bordered on impossible. "I'd better go back to the show, though...I think Aunt Cass wants to talk to a couple of the vendors about getting them to sell in the shop. Is Serinthia doing okay, still?"

A mutual friend of the twins, and one of the few people who was privy to how deep their relationship actually was, Serinthia was staying with Timothy for the weekend, while Samantha and Aunt Cass were out of town. She had a feeling that Timothy would have been lonely by himself, and was more than happy to join him, even for just a couple of days.

"Everything is going fine. We've both been having a really good time," Timothy replied, with just the slightest bit of a grin cocking his muzzle. Samantha turned the screen back to her own expression just in time to see the subtle gesture, and a much wider smirk appeared on her own lips.

She nodded quietly. "I bet you've been having a great time with her, Timothy. Hopefully you've been showing her proper hospitality?"

The male half of the raccoon twins hesitated for a moment, and though the mask of fur that surrounded his eyes did a decent job of hiding the warmth in his cheeks, Samantha recognized what her brother's shyness really implied.

"Don't forget to take plenty of pictures for me...and maybe a couple of videos, if something really exciting happens."

"Don't worry about it," Timothy replied, his voice casual and dismissive, despite how tense his expression was at the time. "I'm on top of it. You'll probably have a few hours worth of content to enjoy when you finally get back."

"It's only three days, Timothy."

"A lot can happen in three days, Samantha."

"Sure can," she quickly shot back, before winking at the phone. "And I want to see all of it."

Timothy chuckled. "I hear you loud and clear, sis. Enjoy the rest of your convention."

Hanging up the video chat after offering a quick wave to his sister, Timothy let out a long, deep sigh and uncurled his toes. They'd been gripping tight into the carpet as he did everything in his power to contain his moans throughout the call, knowing that Samantha was in a public place.

Ever the devious sister, and having a clue what might be going on, Samantha was happy to drag out the call and force Timothy to bite back on his pleasure, at least until he was finally able to hang up.

"I dunno about you..." came a voice from under the desk, "But I've definitely been enjoying myself."

Stripped down to the fur she was born with, save for the trademark collar around her neck, Serinthia was licking the end of her muzzle as a tiny spurt of precum fell upon it. One paw clenched upon her breast, and the other feverishly rubbing against hood of her clit, Serinthia was giving herself plenty of inspiration to achieve her own climax, but she still wasn't done paying Timothy back for his hospitality, and his cock, throbbing right in front of her face, was still glistening with a thick, dripping coat of saliva.

She'd been sucking him from tip to base the entire duration of the phone call, and even Timothy himself wasn't quite sure how he made it through the whole ordeal without blowing his load right into the throat of the playful vixen.

"Samantha was stringing me along on p-purpose," Timothy stuttered over his words as he felt Serinthia's tongue flickering against the very tip of his slick length. "You know I was loving every second of this..."

"Is that so?" Serinthia asked, a little bit of conflict in her voice as she reluctantly released her sensitive breast, after one final, teasing pinch of the nipple. "You've been a very patient boy, then. It's only fair if you get what's coming to you..."

Timothy was gripping the edge of his desk to fight off his impending climax, but he was fully aware of just how skillful, and even how demanding Serinthia could be. He felt her paw wrapping tight around his wrist, and with a firm tug, she looked up at him from under the desk and locked eyes with him, right as his pawtips landed upon the long, silvery tresses of her headfur.

No matter how dense Timothy have been with hints in the past, he couldn't possibly have missed that one.

"We should really invite you over more often," Timothy suggested. Smiling around her mouthful, Serinthia nodded her agreement and blinked wide as she felt Timothy's paw take a tight grip of her hair, but rather than forcing her down further onto his shaft, he moved her a little further back from his crotch.

With a quick, jabbing thrust, Timothy made his intentions clear, and Serinthia could only gasp around the impressive flesh as it slipped over the flat of her tongue and tickled at the back of her throat. Quick, stabbing thrusts came in rapid succession, one right after the other, as Serinthia focused entirely on doing whatever Timothy needed to achieve his climax, and Timothy, in turn, focused on reaching that same apex as quickly as possible.

The pace was too much for the poor vixen, who was forced to pull her glistening pawtips from her cunt and grip Timothy by the thighs as he pounded his length further into her maw. With his free paw, he began gently stroking at the base of his cock, even as Serinthia suckled and slurped at the higher portion, paying especially close attention to the very tip, where precum spilled freely into her mouth.

Rumbling with appreciation, Serinthia bobbed her head in place, though it was a quick and subtle motion. Timothy didn't want her moving too much, wanting to have full control over the range of sensations that spread across his nerves, though she desperately wished she could be bouncing the end of her muzzle against his crotch, Serinthia played her role perfectly; she could feel the growing volume of clear, slick fluid upon her tongue, and instinctively, she swallowed some of it down, giving Timothy a quick, extra hint and allowing his cock to feel that delightful, squeezing suction of her throat muscles in action.

It was already hard enough for Timothy to last as long as he had, but at the delicious sensation, radiating all the way down to the base of his manhood, he knew that Serinthia had taken him over the edge.

"F-fuck...fuuuuuck yes, Serinthia! Where...where did you l-learn to do that?!" Timothy couldn't keep from moaning through every word of his question and shouting it at the top of his lungs, filling the entirety of the otherwise empty apartment with the chorus of his pleasure. His conscious effort to slip his hips forward was entirely involuntary as the familiar, blissful tickle of his orgasm crept out from his length and spread across every muscle in his body, forcing him to go taut as he rapidly pounded away at Serinthia's delicate features.

Grinning with delight as she felt the very first of the long, slick ropes of cum against the roof of her muzzle, Serinthia merely offered a wink to her target and suckled tightly around the very tip, believing that she'd be able to keep the entire mess pouring down her throat.

After the initial taste, she found that she was dead wrong. Cum almost immediately spilled from the corners of her lips as she struggled to contain the mess, but Timothy wasn't helping the matter, as he began to shift in place.

"O-oh, no you don't!" Timothy shouted at her, as he yanked his hips back fiercely. Serinthia blinked in surprise as her hair was yanked, and she cried out in a moment of brief, but exhilarating pain. Holding her still and focusing on making a mess that was picture worthy, Timothy groaned with delight and rammed his hips at the air as sticky, milky ejaculate sprayed across Serinthia's muzzle and lips. She tried to lick up what she could, but the volume was too much even for her impressive skill level, and she quietly wondered if Samantha forced him to save up his seed for just this occasion, as his cock pulsed in front of her, spitting even more of the mess across her neck.

The last few drops spilled across the top of her breasts, and Serinthia finally released Timothy's thighs to frame up the look, pressing her breasts up with her forearms. A quick flash almost immediately followed, and with a playful grin, Serinthia opened her muzzle for a second shot, so that Timothy could get a good picture of the webs of cum that spilled from the roof of her muzzle, eagerly waiting to be swallowed.

A few more candid shots completed a nice little album for Samantha, who would be dying to find some privacy the moment that she opened it. Among the album were shots of Serinthia rubbing the messy seed into her nipples, a wonderful close-up of her mouth around Timothy's cock so that every vein and drop of seed was visible, and perhaps the best of all, a shot of her breasts cushioning his still-dripping length, as excess seed spilled into her cleavage.

"Ah...ha...t-that was...a-amazing," Timothy managed to speak, as he slowly pushed back with his chair, allowing Serinthia to sneak out from under the desk. "Would y-you...uh...like something to eat?"

Having come down from his sexual high, Timothy was back to being a bit more timid, and Serinthia giggled at how he'd become so cute, so fast. "That does sound lovely, Timothy. Your cum is delicious...but maybe not quite filling enough."

"I'll put something together," he offered, as he stood up from the chair. Serinthia was just beginning to stand, as Timothy turned and looked back over his shoulder from the door. "And...Serinthia?"

"Yes, Timothy?"

"Don't you dare clean yourself up..."