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My Weekend with Sharon

By Green

As I drove down the narrow road, littered with potholes and cracks in the asphalt, tired wipers doing their best to keep the windshield clear, I wondered once more how I'd gotten roped into driving halfway up a mountain in the pouring rain. Then I shook my head and sighed. I knew exactly how I'd gotten into this mess. Sharon had asked me to do it, and I'd never been able to turn her down. It wasn't that I was spineless, it was that... Sharon was special. We were twins, after all. Obviously, given our genders, we weren't identical twins, but we still turned out looking about as similar as two rabbits of the opposite sex can; slim builds, blonde hair, snow white from head to toe, we've even always been the same height. When we were little, the two of us were inseparable, and I mean inseparable! We watched the same TV shows, played the same games, used the same toys, and every single second that we were free to do as we pleased, we spent with each other. When one of us was sent to our room for being bad, the other would deliberately get in trouble so we would at least both be miserable. At least until our parents figured it out and started giving the second one to be bad double the punishment of the first one. We had a connection. We used to be able to synchronize our movements when we were playing together without planning it, if we were painting pictures in Mom's old studio, I would reach for a dirty brush, and she would simultaneously pick up the rinsing water without thinking about it, holding it out to me. We could do that thing adults find so darling where we finished each others' sentences. We were almost never apart. Hell, when we were very young we even slept in the same bed. Sharon was closer to me than either of our younger brothers, and I was closer to her than our older sister.

So close, in fact, that our parents began to worry. Didn't seem right to them that a little boy would rather spend time with his sister than to go out and make friends. They didn't get it; nobody ever did. I love my friends, I love my family, but Sharon is and always has been... different. We never admitted it to anyone, but we loved each other more than anyone else in the world, even more than our parents. Try to understand: she's not just my sister, she's my twin. It always felt like she was a part of me. But as I said, our parents didn't understand. Being extremely young, we didn't know how to put it into words, so Mom and Dad, assuming we were just shy, forced the issue. Mom would go to spend a week or so with her sister, and she'd bring Sharon along, despite our protests. While she was away, Dad would encourage me to go hang out with other boys my age. Or maybe Dad would take me and my brothers camping for the weekend, and it would be Sharon who was made to go and play nice. And so, practically by parental mandate, we gradually grew apart. We had our separate groups of friends, lead lives of our own... and yet somehow, there was still a bond between us that just wasn't there with our other siblings. I don't think I could name more than a couple of our sister Laurie's friends, but somehow I was always up-to-date on the various goings-on in Sharon's life. We'd grown still further apart, though, since we'd entered college. It's just hard to keep up when you have such busy schedules. We lived in the same city and yet we almost never saw each other. It always made me a little sad to think that we'd outgrown each other. I suspect she felt the same. But every once in a while, one of us would call the other, and we'd both cheer right up.

No matter how close we were at any stage of our lives, though, one thing had never changed. If Sharon asked me for a favour, it would get done. I would do anything for my twin.

And so, late one Friday night, I was called away from the TV by my phone ringing, Sharon's frantic voice on the other end. She had gone off for a week's getaway with her best friend Becca, in a spa near the top of a mountain, very fancy place, yet surprisingly affordable. Unfortunately, Becca's father had been hurt in an accident on Thursday, and she had to leave immediately. Sharon had planned to get a ride with Becca at the end of the week, but she apparently had a 'plan B', because she told Becca she could leave immediately, and she'd bring their stuff with her when she left on Sunday. I was never exactly clear on what plan B was, but apparently it failed, because she turned to plan C... me. So there I was, heading up to the spa in the dark and the rain, in order to bail Sharon out of her predicament. Honestly, I didn't mind. It had been a while since we'd last spoken, and it always made me feel good to help her. Okay, this particular favour was a bit more extreme than most, requiring me to head out into a storm and drive what felt like all the way up a mountain, but still. I would have felt like the biggest asshole in the world to turn her down.

So finally I find the little cluster of buildings that make up the spa, and give her a call as I pull under a shockingly convenient overhanging awning at the hotel's entrance. A couple minutes later, she shows up, and I get out of the car to greet her, failing utterly to keep the enormous smile off my face as she hurried to hug me.

"Heya, sis. It's been a while."

"Oh, Tony, you have no idea how good it is to see you! You're a lifesaver, thank you so much!"

That was one of the things about us that she'd never let go of. My parents weren't real big on nicknames, and so, neither were our siblings. Growing up, I was always "Anthony". Except with Sharon. I was always, always "Tony" with her. You can't really get anything out of "Sharon", but that didn't stop me from calling her "Sharrie" when we were young. It was silly, not really a name at all, and actually longer than the name it was supposed to be short for. But those names felt special, like having nicknames only for each other enhanced the bond between us somehow. I hadn't called her Sharrie in a long, long time. She'd actually admitted to me once that she kind of missed that name, but I thought it was childish. On the other hand, she'd never stopped calling me Tony.

"Did you really think I was gonna leave you high and dry? Pffft, and I thought you knew me better than that."

I helped her get her stuff in the trunk, and soon we were away, heading back the way I'd come. As we drove, I glanced over at her. She was wearing a tight white T-shirt, and shorts that were just long enough not to be classified as hot pants. Suddenly realizing my gaze was lingering on her chest, I blushed and looked back at the road, wondering what had come over me. I tried to take my mind off it with conversation.

"So how was the spa? Not too expensive, I hope."

"Oh no, it was great. All kinds of things to help your fur and hair, nice warm treatment baths... something about that place just makes you feel more beautiful after a while."

"Well I think you're beautiful as you are."

I winced silently. That almost sounded like I was flirting with her. Fortunately, it was just my dirty mind thinking about it the wrong way, as she just grinned and thanked me. It wasn't long after that, however, that we came around a corner to a sight we weren't expecting: a pair of police cars blocking the road. As I slowed down, a tired-looking capybara in a plastic-covered uniform walked up to the car, gesturing for me to lower the window. Once I had, he leaned down close enough for me to smell the onions on his breath.

"What's going on, officer?"

"You kids have really lousy timing, you know? All this rain has gotta go somewhere, and the road ahead got washed away a few minutes ago. Right now it looks like a muddy waterfall. Even if you had an off-roader, I wouldn't recommend it, you know? Sorry, but you'll have to turn around."

There was a sinking feeling in my stomach.

"A-are there any other ways down the mountain?"

"Sorry, but this high up, there aren't usually that many choices, you know?"

He gestured to his fellow officers.

"The five of us were on duty at the security station back a ways, it's only there in case something happens at the spa, keep the richer guests happy, you know?"

That verbal habit of his was starting to get annoying.

"Lucky, I guess, since otherwise there'd be no one on this side to keep people off the road. Anyway, you're gonna have to go back the way you came, see if you can get in at the hotel."

"Okay, thanks anyway."

The cop nodded and headed back towards the relative warmth and dryness of the cruisers, and we found ourselves reversing course.

It didn't take long before Sharon turned to me, an anxious look on her face.

"So we're stuck up here? For how long?!"

"As long as it takes to fix the road, I guess."

"But that sucks!"

I answered without thinking.

"You're complaining to me? It's your fault I'm up here!"

She looked shocked and hurt, and I instantly felt like an asshole. I sighed and took a hand off of the wheel to rub my forehead.

"...I'm sorry, Sharon, I didn't mean that. I'm just kind of freaked out. I mean, I just drove up that road, what if I'd been there when it gave out?"

She didn't say anything for a minute, looking down at her shoes.

"I'm sorry I got you into this, Tony. I would never have forgiven myself if you'd..."

She trailed off, apparently unable to even say the words out loud.

"It's okay, Sharon. I could have said no. I wanted to see you again. And nothing bad happened to me, so let's just forget about that, okay?"

Sharon nodded, but didn't say anything as we went back to the hotel, having nowhere else to go. When we walked in the front door, the only person in sight was a middle-aged iguana with some kind of dry scale condition, sitting behind a desk and reading the newspaper. When I drew closer, he adjusted the angle of the paper and I realized he was actually reading a copy of "Naked Skin" which he had hidden in the newspaper, a black-haired human woman spread out across the pages he was enjoying. Non-morphics aren't my thing, but hey, it's not my place to judge the guy. He had glanced up at us as the door opened, clearly bored, but didn't react in any other way. Either he didn't remember seeing Sharon just minutes earlier, or he hadn't been manning the desk at that point... or maybe he'd just been doing the job forever and didn't care why she'd returned. The place had made a bad first impression on me, having greeted me with a shifty-looking lizard checking out human porn on the job, but I was impressed by what followed. He was surprisingly sympathetic to our plight, being stuck here with no way out, so while he had to charge us something, he gave us a really nice discount on the only room available, the same room Sharon had just vacated. The only part of it I didn't like was after we'd made our arrangements; as Sharon walked out to the car, he gently grabbed my shoulder and kept me there until she left, his eyes following her the whole way.

"So I thought you'd want to know, boy, there are condom machines in the public bathrooms on every floor."

He glanced outside for just a second, shaking his head.

"Damned lucky boy, to have gotten yourself a fine piece of ass like that."

Disgusted, I stepped away, grimacing.

"Fuck off, dude! She's my sister! Just because we're here together -"

He snorted in amusement, leathery face creased with a wide smile.

"I saw the way she was looking at you. Your sister. Riiiight. You don't have to be embarrassed, boy, everyone gets laid. Hell, even I get some sweetness once in a blue moon when the wife gets in the mood."

I didn't respond, just snatched up the key to the room and walked out, fuming. How the hell could he mistake a brother and sister - twin brother and sister - for a couple? 'I saw the way she was looking at you'. What did he mean by that? I hadn't been paying particularly close attention to Sharon, but it's not like she was going all doe-eyed and batting her eyelashes at me... was she? I tried to put the thought out of my head. Nonsense. He was an iguana, he probably didn't know anything about mammal body language except what he'd read in those skin mags or seen in trashy flicks. And something told me that wouldn't make him an expert on anything, except maybe knowing when a human girl was faking an orgasm. By the time I made it back to the car, I had dismissed that ridiculous exchange. I'd probably tell Sharon about it when it wasn't so embarrassing, and we'd have a good laugh about it. I had completely disregarded his comment that she wanted me. Well, almost completely...

It would have been preferable to go through the inside of the building and stay dry, but we couldn't leave the car in front of the main entrance like that, it was a no parking zone. So, we drove around to the back of the hotel and found the room, dashing up the stairs to the second floor while the rain poured down around us. After we reached room 214, I struggled with the key for a few seconds, as we got more and more soaked, before abandoning my Male Dignity and giving the key to Sharon, who'd stayed here for a few days and knew exactly how to handle the lock. We were inside, but we were totally drenched. I stood there, dripping, and checked out the room. There was a dresser for clothes, a small coffee table, and a bedside table with a plain-looking lamp on it. A pair of windows were set into the wall next to the door, with what would normally be a nice view of the surrounding wooded area, but was now just a smeared watery mess. There was a decent-sized bathroom extending out of the main room, and of course, the door to the interior hallway, which was nice and dry. But none of that really concerned me. No, I was focusing on only one aspect of the room.

You see, there was only one bed.

"So where are we -"

I started to address the problem, but stopped as I turned back to Sharon and found her peeling her shirt off. I couldn't help it, my eyes automatically locked on to her chest. She was wearing a mint green bra that would have complimented her eyes well if she didn't have a wet T-shirt stuck to her head, hiding those eyes from sight. Immediately the thought of what Sharon would look like without that bra popped into my head. I know it's a guy thing and all, but it was still kind of a shock to my system. It was Sharon, for God's sake. I spun around, blushing beneath my fur, so fast that water flung off my ears and onto the wall next to me.

"Oh crap, sorry Sharon!"

She giggled softly behind me.

"Come on, Tony. You don't have to be so bashful. It's not like you've never seen me before."

"We were little kids! You're - you're all grown up now."

I heard a sound behind me and realized she was taking off her shorts. I cursed my brain for picturing that bra again, and wondering if she was wearing matching panties. Suddenly her arms reached around me from behind, and I felt tremendously uncomfortable, stepping away.

"Wh-what are you doing, Sharon?"

"Your clothes are just as soaked as mine, Tony. You don't want to catch a cold, do you?"

She sounded matter of fact, and far calmer than I was.

"But I don't have any other clothes! I didn't think I'd be staying here! I mean, I think there's a sweatshirt in the back of the car, but -"

"Calm down, little brother."

That was a little joke between the two of us; I think it's common with twins. She was all of ten minutes older than me.

"It looks like they already cleaned up the room, replaced the towels and stuff, which means there's probably a clean robe in the bathroom. You can put that on, and we'll leave your clothes to dry."

I couldn't argue with her logic.

"Okay, fine. But no peeking!"

I realized that I wasn't sure if I was joking or not, and tried to push that thought out of my head. She was my sister, for crying out loud. She wasn't showing off on purpose, she was just really comfortable around me. At least that's what I told myself. I headed into the bathroom and pulled my shirt off over my head, wondering if there wasn't more to that sleazy iguana's words than I thought. As I slipped my pants and boxers to the floor, I realized only then that there wasn't actually a robe in there. I turned around to see if it was hanging on the back of the door or something, and Sharon chose that exact moment to open the door (which I thought I had locked) and lean inside. I froze, mortified, unable to even turn around or hide my shame, but she seemed totally cool with my nudity as she extended a white terrycloth robe towards me.

"Sorry Tony, looks like they left it out here this time."

Honestly, I was more surprised at her calm demeanour than by her sudden appearance. Unsure of myself, I reached over and took the robe.

"Uh, thanks, Sharon."

She smiled and ducked back out - but I definitely saw her gaze drop from my face down to my groin for a moment before she left. I stood frozen for a few moments longer, then towelled myself off and pulled the robe on, tying the fabric belt tight and secure. This was not at all how I'd expected the evening to go.

I stepped out of the bathroom, feeling extremely self-conscious. Sharon sat on the bed in pyjamas and an oversized T-shirt, watching TV. A human with a receding hairline was giving a rather dreary weather report.

"Looks like the rain isn't going to let up until tomorrow. Ugh. At least we're warm here, right, Tony? You can leave your clothes there, I'll go out in a bit to the laundry room."

I followed her pointing finger to the pile of her own clothes. Sitting right on the top was the mint-coloured bra, and my mouth went dry as I saw that yes, she had been wearing matching panties. The image of a smiling feral dolphin greeted my eyes on the front of the underwear, curving right over the spot where her treasures would go. Forcing my eyes away from the panties, and my mind away from my sister's nether regions, I dropped my clothes on the floor next to hers and turned away. I stood there for a moment, not sure what to do with myself, then went and sat down on the bed next to her, self-consciously arranging the robe to hide as much of my legs as possible. I tried not to let my ears twitch, as I had a bad habit of telegraphing my anxiety.

"Does this thing get any good channels?"

"Not really. It's all news and talk shows and pottery collections and stuff. I think Ace Ventura 1 is on, if you want to watch that."

"Sure, it's not like we have anything better to do."

So we sat there, warming up in the cramped room and watching vintage mid-nineties comedy together. We'd enjoyed that movie when we were younger and it was nice spending some quiet time with my twin. After a few minutes, though, my curiosity got the better of me.

"Sharon?"

"Yeah?"

"Uh... never mind."

"No, go on, you can ask me anything, Tony."

"Well... did you, uh, when I was in the bathroom... That is, um..."

Still calmly watching Jim Carrey flailing around like a crazy person, she filled in the blank for me.

"Did I check out your package when you were naked?"

I blushed and nodded.

"Yes I did, Tony."

Her nonchalant answer only made me blush harder, feeling it creeping up to my ears now.

"Oh... Why?"

She snorted in amusement.

"Because I wanted to know how big your penis was, of course. You know, you're really good looking. I wouldn't mind dating you."

I was flabbergasted, to use exactly the right word, and I guess it showed on my face, because when she glanced at me, she laughed and shook her head.

"Relaaaax, Tony. I was just curious. When did you become so uptight? I'm your twin, remember? We never used to hide anything from each other. Not even that."

"Th-that was a long time ago, Sharon! We were little kids, we didn't know any better! It's not right for adults to, uh, to do that."

That was a lame ending, and we both knew it, though she didn't comment on it.

"Why not? It's not like it's hurting anybody."

She sighed.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Tony. It's just... I'm really glad to see you and I got a bit overexcited. I've missed you a lot the past couple years. We're twins, we should be closer."

I calmed down a little, she had a point there.

"...Yeah, okay. You're right, I'm just a little weirded out with you seeing me like that."

She nodded.

"I can understand that. Tell you what..."

Without warning, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, revealing her bare chest. I was, for the second time in as many hours, completely stunned, and I reacted instinctively. My widening eyes were instantly drawn to my sister's breasts, pert and round and covered in downy white fur, her small pink nipples just barely peeking out of the fuzz. Just as suddenly as it began, it ended, Sharon letting the shirt drop back into place. There was a mischievous grin on her face.

"...Now we're even."

Despite myself, I laughed, and she quickly joined me, and the awkwardness lifted away from the room. She was right. What was I worried about? She was my sister, my twin, and I didn't have anything to hide from her. A few minutes after that, she left to go take care of our clothes. I would have gone with her, but I think walking around with her in nothing but a robe would have done a lot to reinforce the wrong impression. So I was left alone in the room with nothing to do. The movie wasn't as much fun without Sharon there, so I turned off the TV and lay there on the bed, hands folded under my head. It was surprisingly comfortable, as hotel beds go. So comfortable, in fact, that as I stared blankly at the ceiling I slowly fell into a shallow sleep. I immediately found myself in the dark, in the midst of foreplay with an incredibly warm, incredibly soft female, a bunny in both senses of the word. My breath came out in a gasp as she squeezed and massaged my ears, just the way I like it. I don't think I'd ever told a girl exactly how... sensitive... my ears were. It isn't exactly a fetish, it's not like I watch those creepy ear videos or anything, and it's not like it's uncommon in rabbits, it's just... kind of embarrassing explaining that the right amount of pressure in the right spots can reduce me to a quivering mess. Right now, though, nothing mattered except the shapely lapine pressed against me, so I just accepted the fact that she knew my secret turn-on. As I teased my hand along her thigh, fingers dragging through her luscious, well-kept fur, I laid a trail of kisses along her neck, smiling as I earned a quiet moan for my troubles, her tiny tuft of a tail twitching against my other hand, which was groping her well-formed butt. I moved down to her chest and had just begun to kiss softly at her nipples when a light from nowhere illuminated the darkness around us - and I realized that the female was Sharon, smiling down at me without a care in the world.

Before I could respond in any way, I was jarred back to consciousness by the real Sharon coming back into the room.

"Laundry's done! Nice and warm."

I was still groggy from my brief nap, and still surprised by the twist ending, so I had all kinds of conflicting thoughts rushing through my head, and not enough working brain cells to process them. I ended up just sort of staring blankly at my sister the way I'd been eyeing the ceiling when I dozed off. She snickered in amusement, smirking.

"Sleeping, were we? That's okay, we should probably get some sleep anyway."

Her eyes flicked southward for a moment and her smile grew wider.

"Looks like it was fun, whatever it was."

As she turned to put her clothes into the conveniently provided dressers, I frowned. What did she mean by that last bit? I glanced down and blushed. I had been lying on my back, so the erection I wasn't aware of was quite visible, pushing the soft fabric of the robe up.

"Oh - aw, fuck, I'm sorry Sharon -"

"Chill, Tony. It's not like you can choose what you dream about."

The insane thought that she somehow knew that I'd been dreaming about touching her body flitted through my head, but I quickly dismissed it. As I adjusted the robe to make my still semi-swollen member less obvious, Sharon tossed me my boxers.

"Figured you wouldn't want to sleep in that robe. Get too hot that way."

I was still a little off, but I nodded my appreciation.

"Th-thanks, sis."

Once she turned around again, I opened the robe and pulled on the boxers as quickly as I could, as if I was out in public and not alone with someone I trusted. I hesitated to take the robe off, show that much fur, but she was right, it would be way too hot if I left it on. Too bad I'd never been able to sleep without the covers over me. Reluctantly, I slipped out of the robe and draped it over a chair. Before I turned around I heard a whistle.

"Damn, Tony. When did you get so built?"

Sharon, who had finished putting the clothes away, was looking at me with an approving look in her eyes. I smirked, slightly embarrassed, and waved a hand dismissively.

"Oh come on, I'm not 'built'. Don't go to the gym often enough for that."

"Okay, but still, you look good. I'd do you, anyway."

It was obviously a joke, but I still felt a little twinge in my chest. Fuck! What was up with me? My whole life, I had never even thought of Sharon, my sister, my twin, as a sexual being. The idea of having sex with her would have seemed just as foreign and bizarre, and about equally possible, as the idea of having sex with Abraham Lincoln. Then we spend one evening together at this random hotel and suddenly I can't stop thinking about it? Do they pump sex pheromones into the air vents or something?! I wasn't stupid, I knew that Sharon had had sex before, she'd had a few boyfriends in the past, she'd even once confided in me - and only me - that she thought she might be pregnant. Fortunately, that hadn't been the case, but that example only reinforced the fact that she was my twin, not some random girl to ogle and fantasize about! I ran my hand through my hair and took a deep breath. It was okay. Nothing had actually happened, I just had a few weird thoughts. It's not like she'd ever know. I bet lots of guys with hot sisters have this problem from time to time.

Get it together, dude.

The silent pep talk had helped, but it probably would have helped more if I hadn't been about to climb into bed with her. I took a few deep breaths, enough to stop the constant twitching of my agitated whiskers. Trying to play it cool, I calmly slipped under the covers while Sharon turned out the lights. The bed at least had two separate pillows, but it still wasn't very large, so we ended up lying back-to-back, our bodies about an inch apart, bumping against each other as we shifted and tried to get more comfortable. Finally, there was silence, apart from our breathing.

"Good night, Sharon."

"Good night, Tony. Sweet dreams."

"You too."

I lay there in the dark desperately trying not to think about Sharon, distracting myself with thoughts of movies, of sports, of school, of anything. And that worked for a good long time, I think I was just on the verge of falling asleep when it happened. Sharon let out a sigh and turned over, then leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me in a loose hug, pressing her body against mine. God, she was so soft, so warm... I realized that she was already asleep, she wasn't aware of this. I didn't move, didn't push her off, but I honestly couldn't figure out if that was because I didn't want to wake my sister up... or if I didn't want this beautiful rabbit girl to stop spooning me. She shifted slightly in her sleep; her breasts, covered only by that loose T-shirt, pressed harder against my back, and I let out a whimper. It was no use. I felt myself getting stiff from her proximity. As far as my body knew, she was just another girl, and it wanted her, bad. It was going to be a long night.

Surprisingly, my dreams that night were mercifully unrelated to my sleeping conditions. Something about cowboys. And dolphins. And cocaine. I... don't really remember very well, and it's not really important. I woke up the next morning to the sound of the shower running, and stretched my limbs out to help wake up. I wasn't exactly sure what we were going to do all day (daydream suggestions notwithstanding), since it wasn't likely that they'd have the road back up so soon. So I just lay there, enjoying the warmth of the bed. I guess I nodded off again, because the next thing I knew, Sharon was sitting on the bed smiling at me, hair still wet, clad only in a towel.

"Hey there, little brother. Sleep well?"

I grinned, despite myself.

"I told you not to call me that. And yes, I slept just fine."

She made that little smirk that always caused her face to light up.

"Hey, I'm older than you, even if it is a technicality."

I noticed then how her hair was trailing down over her shoulders, wet and uncombed and wild. It was actually a good look for her. As I considered my sister's beauty, I felt the smallest stirring down below, the first hint of arousal, my semi-conscious brain unable to filter the "pretty girl" input through the "she's your sister, Goddammit" channel. I had been hoping not to have to deal with this again so early today. Trying to act casual, I yawned, stretched, and rolled over onto my stomach, nuzzling against the pillow.

"You picked a good place, sis. I'm surprised how comfortable this bed is."

She didn't respond, and I was about to look over my shoulder at her when I felt her hands pressing into my back. Instantly I tensed up.

"What are you doing?"

"You turning over reminded me how we used to give each other backrubs. You remember? When we were kids."

As she spoke, she began to rub and knead at my back. God damn did it feel good. But I was still panicked, still a little weirded out.

"So you decided to give me one right now?"

"Sure, what's the problem?"

She stopped rubbing.

"Is something wrong, Tony? You've been acting weird ever since we got here."

"Well, I..."

Like I said, we used to be really open with each other. So for a moment, I actually considered telling her the truth, admitting that my body didn't seem to care that we were related. Then I decided that secretly getting turned on by my sister wasn't as embarrassing as telling my sister that she turned me on, so I took a deep breath and tried to get my head back in the game. I was sure that if I could ignore those feelings until we left, they would go away and everything would be fine.

"...It's nothing, Sharon. I'm sorry."

She started rubbing my back again, and leaned in to speak quietly, even though we were alone.

"Is it something to do with Ruby?"

Ruby was my most recent ex-girlfriend, a feisty hare who had unceremoniously dumped me for a more successful man. I'd had it bad for Ruby, and I'd been a little screwed up for a while after she left me.

"No, it's not about Ruby, I just had a weird dream is all."

"Well, you're awake again, so just let your big sister take care of you."

As she squeezed and massaged at my back, I let out a deep, happy sigh, my muscles relaxing under her touch. I pushed the pillow away and rested my chin on my folded arms, closing my eyes and letting my twin's hands knead out the tension in my neck.

We sat there in silence for a few moments, though I'd bet money that she was smiling just as widely as me. I wasn't sure how long it was before she spoke up again.

"You have really soft fur, Tony. Feels good against my fingers. What kind of conditioner do you use?"

"Uh, I'm not sure, the white bottle with the leaves on it."

She laughed at that, and we spent the next few minutes chatting about the various products we used to keep our fur clean and shiny. I was in the middle of a story about how I kept misplacing the long-handled brush I used on my back when one of Sharon's hands unexpectedly moved to my right ear and squeezed just the way I like it, on a particularly sensitive spot. I had to bite my tongue with my front teeth, hard, to keep from moaning in pleasure. To my simultaneous horror and joy, she moved her other hand to my left ear, and began to massage them both.

"Wow, I didn't know there could be this much tension in somebody's ears. If it could happen to anybody, it would have to be a lapine, I guess."

Under the covers, towards the other end of the bed, my toes curled up. And pressed against the mattress, I began to get hard again.

Goddamnit, not again!

"Tony? You were saying something about the brush getting lost?"

Trying to stick to the plan and act nonchalant, I forced myself to finish the story, trembling under her touch, stuttering occasionally and letting out a quiet whimper once as her thin, dextrous fingers somehow sought out and massaged each and every one of my ears' most sensitive spots in a light, almost sensual manner. Trapped beneath my body, my penis was achingly hard and begging for stimulation, and I had to fight the urge to rub myself against the bed. I was amazed at how good she was at something she didn't even know she was doing. I felt myself throb once in my boxers and started to worry that she was actually going to make me come in my underwear just from rubbing my ears. Fortunately, she stopped soon after that, and I just lay there, basking in the sensations of a freshly renewed back. Sharon chuckled.

"Look at you, Tony. I can see that smile. If you were a cat you'd be purring right now."

"Well, no wonder! Are you taking masseuse lessons or something, Sharon? You're really good at that."

She patted me on the back, and I could hear her smile in her voice.

"Thanks. Listen, how about you jump in the shower and give me some time to get dressed? Don't wanna be lounging about in your boxers all day, do you?"

"Funny, I thought you liked looking at me without my clothes."

She laughed at that and bopped me with a pillow, before getting up and heading over to the dresser. I took the opportunity of having her facing away from me (and my boner) to dash into the bathroom before she turned around, pausing only to grab my neatly folded clothes from the chair where she'd left them.

Once in the bathroom, I made sure the door was locked this time and turned on the water, before slipping off my boxers and tossing them, along with my other clothes, onto the counter next to the sink. That taken care of, I turned to other business. Sharon had been incredibly thorough when she massaged my ears, my weak spot, and I was so horny it almost hurt. I needed to finish myself off, badly. Finally having some time to myself, I gratefully grabbed my aching dick and slowly began to stroke up and down. I closed my eyes and moaned quietly, secure in the knowledge that the shower would drown it out. After only a couple of strokes, my penis throbbed and a drop of pre emerged from the tip.

"Fuck... I really needed this."

Without letting go of my manhood, I stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed, then leaned forward against the front wall with my free hand, bending over and letting the hot water cascade down my body. The constant flow of water served as lubrication, letting me pump myself harder and faster, and the feeling of the water on my just-massaged back was heavenly. I shuddered and let out another moan.

"Oh damn... Don't think I'm gonna take too long."

As I stroked myself, fantasizing about beautiful rabbit girls, my hips began to thrust forward by themselves. The movement transferred up my body, causing my head to bob ever-so-slightly. This caused one of my ears to brush gently against the wall, and that served as a sudden reminder that I was this horny because of Sharon.

That did it.

Suddenly the only rabbit girl I was able to think about was my twin. But I was so aroused by this point that I couldn't bring myself to stop. I imagined myself leaving the bathroom to find her lying naked across the bed, beckoning me over.

Oh God... this isn't right. This isn't right.

In my mind, I dropped my towel, joined Sharon on the bed, and kissed her roughly, running a hand through her golden hair as she fondled my package. My other hand dipped down low, and discovered that even though I was the one who'd just gotten out of the shower, she was wetter than I was.

_ So why does it feel so damn good? _

As this unspeakable scenario continued to play out in my mind, I moaned with need, my breathing deepened, and I hurtled closer and closer to release, my hand a blur on my shaft. Finally, I let out a long, loud groan of satisfaction as I reached the point of no return, my knees almost buckling from the power of the wave of pleasure that hit me. Hot come spurted from my throbbing cock to splatter all over the tile wall in front of me, Sharon the only thing on my mind. It seemed to go on and on, but eventually my orgasm came to an end. Breathing hard and a little light-headed, I let go of my dick and leaned on the wall with both hands. A million emotions were rushing through my mind as I stared at the semen slowly running down the tile. I had masturbated to a fantasy of sleeping with my sister. I had imagined myself having dirty, incestuous sex with my sweet, beloved twin. And I had fucking loved it. I hadn't come that hard since Ruby left me. I felt like a freak, some kind of perverted deviant. I was guilty, embarrassed, confused, even a little scared.

But there was a small part of me that refused to be sorry for what I had done.

Sighing, I closed my eyes and tried to calm down, tried to think rationally. Yes, my feelings and thoughts since I'd met up with Sharon were unacceptable, but they were also unprecedented. I had never had these feelings for her when we were growing up, and we were a lot closer then. It probably had a lot to do with the fact that the small room forced us into "intimate" contact, removing the concept of personal space. I hadn't been like that with a girl since Ruby, and even before all this ridiculousness I had admitted to myself on occasion that Sharon was beautiful. It didn't help matters any that her antics since we got here, like stripping in front of me, peeking in on me in the bathroom, or flashing her chest at me, would be considered extremely forward flirting were she anyone else. I was feeling a lot better now, but I was still a little put off. Even if it was imaginary, it was incest, for crying out loud. I decided to write it off as 'temporary insanity brought on by extreme horniness'. It reminded me of the time I got high and whacked off to a video on the Internet of a hot squirrel girl pissing all over the floor. I wasn't in my right mind then, and I wasn't in my right mind now. The small part of me that refused to be sorry unhelpfully pointed out that I was totally sober now, but I did my best to ignore it. Feeling much better, I opened my eyes and belatedly started actually showering, taking a moment to redirect the water with my hands so it washed my come off the wall and down the drain. I used the complimentary hotel shampoos to clean my hair and fur, and stepped out of the shower and into the fur dryer. I thanked my lucky stars that the place was morphic-equipped; I wouldn't enjoy drip-drying. As I dried off, I had to admit it to myself: I had just had a backrub, a hot shower, and a wank, and I felt like a million bucks, even if I would have preferred a different fantasy for the latter of the three. Maybe some good would come of this weekend after all.

I finished getting dressed and headed out of the bathroom. Sharon, wearing a pair of tight jeans and a T-shirt with a sunflower design, glanced up at me and gave me a sly grin.

"So, was it good for you?"

My mind reeled.

What the fuck?! How could she know?!

Before I exploded from sheer panic, she laughed at the look on my face and winked at me.

"You were sort of loud there at the end. It wasn't hard to figure out what you were doing. Chill, Tony. I don't care. You're a guy, you need to take care of these things, I get it."

I was immensely glad she hadn't read my mind or something; I doubted she'd be so understanding if she knew what I was thinking about at the time. I decided not to dwell on it. I let my embarrassment show through and just grinned and shrugged. I felt I should say something.

"What can I say? When duty calls..."

As I sat down on the bed, I wished I had come up with something that made more sense. We watched the local news for a while in silence. I mostly tuned it out after I got the gist of it: fixing the road, even just creating a one-lane path out of the hotel, would take all weekend, so we'd be stuck here for a while longer. Sharon frowned as she turned off the set, grumbling under her breath about the situation. She turned to me and asked, "What are we gonna do, Tony? We've got all day to kill."

My rebellious mind immediately filled in the blank in a way I wished it hadn't, but I pushed that suggestion aside and actually thought about it.

"Well, we should probably start by getting something to eat."

Sharon nodded.

"Yeah, okay. There's a restaurant downstairs, let's go get some breakfast."

As we walked into the place together, I decided that "Restaurant" wasn't quite the right word for it. It was an open area with a breakfast buffet off to the side, a bar, which was closed at this hour, opposite it, and a random collection of people sitting at round tables that didn't seem to be organized in any particular pattern. Among others, there was a plain-looking arctic fox in his mid 20's off to the side by himself, eating a bowl of oatmeal and reading a novel, a tired-looking pair of weasels trying to keep their children under control, and a human male sitting with a Dalmatian female, occasionally giving each other very interesting looks in between bites of whatever it was they were finishing off. These last two actually got up and left as we entered, smiling widely, practically giggling in their shared glee. It wasn't hard to imagine what they would soon be up to. Sharon and I grabbed a pair of plates from the counter and gathered up the various things they had on display. Sharon smirked and tilted one of her ears slightly, examining the offerings.

"I don't think I've ever seen that much scrambled egg in one place before."

I smiled at that and scooped a questionable hash brown onto my plate. Both of us ignored the vast quantity of scrambled egg and went for the fried variety instead, a preference we'd shared for a very long time. Once we had everything we were interested in, we moved to sit down at the nearest table and started eating. The meal went by in silence for a few minutes, before I noticed Sharon had a particularly thoughtful look on her face.

"Penny for your thoughts."

"Hmm? Oh. Well, first I was thinking that these are, without a doubt, the worst fried eggs I have had in a very long time..."

I chuckled and nodded my agreement. My own eggs sat, semi-solid, undercooked, and barely touched, by the edge of my plate. I was regretting choosing the fried over the scrambled.

"...And second, I was wondering why that old lady has been staring at us for the last five minutes."

I automatically followed her gaze and saw an elderly penguin woman sitting alone across the room, looking at us with a strange intensity. When I looked over, she apparently realized she had been caught, but her reaction surprised me. She got up and walked up to us. Once she got in close, I realized she was smiling widely (it was hard to tell from a distance, given that most of her mouth was a beak) and had a twinkle in her eyes.

"I'm sorry for staring, it's not very good manners, I know. It's just that it's been a long time since I've seen young love, and you two remind me of the times I had long ago with my dear Richard, God bless his soul."

I blushed, and started to correct her, but Sharon stood up and pulled a third chair over from a nearby empty table.

"It's okay, ma'am. We don't mind. Here, sit down, relax."

"Thank you, dearie. So well-mannered, my grandchildren could learn a thing or two from you."

She leaned over to me and winked.

"You'd do well to impress this one, young man. She's a keeper."

"Uhh, actually-"

Sharon, once again, cut me off.

"We're stuck here thanks to the road washing out. I'm Sharon, and this - this is my boyfriend Tony."

The females present shook hands, all smiles. I, on the other hand, was trying not to freak out.

"It is a pleasure to meet you both. My name is Griselda, and yes, it was old-fashioned even at the time. You can call me Grizz. I also used to go by 'Zelda', but apparently that's the name of a computer game now? My grandkids said so anyway, and they'd certainly know better."

I liked the idea of an old lady named Grizz, but this was a somewhat surreal situation, and I was unable to appreciate it.

"Did you two come here on holiday?"

My sister leaned over and took my hand in hers, rubbing her thumb against the back of my hand and smiling at me adoringly. I tried not to enjoy it.

"Yeah, we wanted to get away for a few days, have some time to ourselves."

Grizz got that twinkle in her eyes again.

"This reminds me of a trip Richard took me on a long time ago, where we had breakfast together in a place that was a lot like this one. He kissed me in front of the whole room, which was considered very improper back then. I can still remember the scent of his cologne and the gasps of all those people, ah, he was such a handsome penguin... It's hard to believe he's been gone four years now."

She shook her head and sighed.

"Of course, he was okay with that, the silly goose. He was convinced the world is going to explode in 2012."

She very cleanly pronounced it 'two thousand and twelve', which I found oddly endearing. Sharon frowned.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. He read an article in a Reader's Digest years and years ago, something about Mayans, and became convinced that he knew exactly when the world was going to end. It's too bad, really. I was looking forward to hearing him backpedal when 2013 came around. Ah well, I suppose I'll get to ask him eventually."

She smiled sadly, and an awkward pause fell into the conversation. For the first time, I spoke up.

"Do you mind if I ask why you were looking at us? It looked like there was a couple leaving just when we got here."

"Oh yes, the human and his bitch."

Sharon was looking at the aquatic bird as though she'd suddenly grown another head, and I imagine the look on my face was very similar. Grizz looked embarrassed and covered her mouth with a wrinkled hand.

"Oh I'm sorry, I forgot that that word isn't - what's the phrase? Politically correct? Not these days, anyway."

She shook her head and sighed, waving dismissively.

"Yes, they seemed very happy together, but... no matter how many years I've been on this earth, it's never seemed right to see people courting outside their own species. Never seemed natural. He wasn't even morphic, for Pete's sake."

Seemingly oblivious to the modern implications of this statement, she smiled at us, kindly once again, patting our hands gently as they rested on the table.

"That's why it's so nice to see two young people from the same species finding love. I hope you two have many happy years together."

I wondered how she'd feel if she knew that we were related by more than genus. She made a shooing motion towards us.

"Now, don't let a nostalgic old lady keep you in this dreary place all morning. Go off and have some fun."

Sharon stood first and shook her hand.

"Thanks, Grizz. It was nice talking to you."

I awkwardly followed suit.

"Yeah, it was - interesting."

"Goodbye, Sharon, Tony. Have a wonderful day."

Sharon and I turned and walked out the door, but not without incident. When we were almost to the threshold, Sharon stopped and turned me to face her. Before I could ask for the reason, she leaned up, threw her arm around my neck, and kissed me. And this wasn't exactly a sisterly peck on the cheek. I felt her tongue in my mouth, though I was frozen with shock and didn't respond. Before I could react in any way, she broke it off, took my hand and tugged me out the door.

Once we were a ways down the hallway, she spoke casually, as though nothing had happened.

"Wasn't she nice? Okay, kind of racist, but very old people are allowed to be old-fashioned. Hmm, I think I'll go for a swim. Let's go back to the room so I can get my bathing suit."

"...Sharon?"

"Mmm?"

I hissed my words to keep myself from screaming.

"What the fuck was that?!"

She waved her hand dismissively.

"Oh come on, Tony. Did you see her? She must have been pushing 90. She was happy thinking we were lovers, so I decided to give her a thrill. Did you see her face when we left? She was beaming after that little 're-enactment'. It's not like anyone we know saw us, and it didn't hurt anything. Well, unless you have mono, though I doubt that. Come on, let's head back to the room."

Dumbfounded, I followed silently. When we arrived, I stood unmoving near the door while she sorted through her clothes, my mind a whirlwind of confused thoughts.

"Aha! Found it!"

She held up a pink one-piece bathing suit that I estimated would be both revealing and incredibly flattering to her figure.

"I know you don't have one, but if the hotel doesn't do the complimentary suit thing, I suppose you could swim in your boxers... or you could always skinny dip."

Her eyes flashed mischievously at me. She went into the bathroom to grab a towel, and by the time she came back out, I had made my decision. I had to end the growing confusion in my mind. I held out a hand to stop her as she approached the door.

"Sharon? Wait. Please. Could you sit down a moment? We need to talk."

She compliantly went and sat down on the bed.

"Sure, Tony. What's up?"

I grabbed the only chair in the room and dragged it up so I could sit facing her, and leaned forward, elbows on my knees. My heart rate had already increased. This could be a colossal mistake.

"Sharon, I... Since we met this weekend, you've been... you've been brushing up against me, peeking at me, checking me out, dropping all kinds of innuendos into conversation, you _flashed_me once, you were more than willing to pretend to be my girlfriend with the old penguin, and you..."

I swallowed.

"You kissed me, Sharon. And I think you liked it."

She said nothing. I had not asked a question nor demanded an explanation yet, so she merely sat there, staring me in the eye, expression totally neutral, unreadable even to me. Heart beating like a jackhammer, I forced myself to drop the bomb.

"I'm sorry if this pisses you off or offends you or hurts you, but... Sharon? Are you trying to seduce me?"

She glanced off to the side, not out of embarrassment but seemingly to help her consider her words. She took a deep breath, let it out with a sigh, and turned back to me, speaking calmly and casually.

"Yes, Tony. I am."

To date, I have never, ever been more surprised in my entire life. My insane suspicions were true, and she was so casual about it. I leaned back in the chair, my mind reeling, unable to speak. Sharon looked at me, in no way guilty or regretful.

"Are you really that surprised, Tony? You said it yourself, I've been hinting at it all weekend. It's actually kind of nice to have it out in the open like this. I never thought I'd actually be able to say 'I'm attracted to you, Tony' to your face."

From somewhere within the maelstrom of emotions playing through my head, anger rose to the surface.

"...How? Why?! Sharon, you're my sister, for God's sake! I'm your fucking brother! How can you even think about - about us being together? That's - that's incest, dammit!"

She didn't look in the least bit put off.

"I don't understand the 'how' part, but the 'why' is easy enough. I'm going to ignore the fact that you're funny, smart, handsome, and loyal, because if that's all it took, our other sisters would want you too. Tony, as far back as I can remember, there's been a bond between us. Not a bond of friendship or a bond of family, this is something else. We shared a womb, Tony. We're practically the same person."

I stared forcefully at the spot where the wallpaper met the carpet, unable to look her in the eyes.

"We - we're fraternal twins, not identical. We're no different than any other brother and sister."

I wished I hadn't sounded so defensive. Her voice remained calm and soothing.

"That's not true, and you know that. You feel it too. I can tell. We've always felt it."

Suddenly I felt her hand on my cheek; she was no longer sitting on the bed. I involuntarily whimpered and shivered at her touch.

"Please look at me, Tony."

It was quite the struggle, but I forced myself to turn my head and face her. She was leaning in close, her wide, mint green eyes so clear, baring her emotions to me. She spoke quietly, looking straight into my eyes, her hand stroking my cheek the way she would to reassure a frightened feral.

"I'm not just your sister, Tony. I'm your twin. You're a part of me. And I love you."

I shook my head slightly and let out a quiet 'no', but it wasn't in defiance of what she'd said. It was because, deep down, I knew she was absolutely right.

"B-but Sharon, it's still incest. That's - that's so wrong..."

She placed her other hand on my other cheek, holding my head gently in place as she continued to speak.

"Why is it wrong, Tony? Because our children would come out wrong? I don't want to have your kits, little brother. I just want to show you how much I love you."

She continued stroking my cheeks as she went on.

"I realized earlier this year that I'd never dated anyone who wasn't lapine. It wasn't because I don't like non-rabbits. It's because deep down, I think of you as my perfect match. Think about it, Tony, think about all the girls you've been with."

I remained silent. I had never thought about it before, but I had never dated anyone who wasn't a rabbit or a hare. She swallowed, as if her mouth had suddenly gone dry.

"I know you're uncertain."

She took a deep breath.

"Kiss me, Tony. Just once. And if it still feels wrong, I'll stop, and I'll never act this way towards you again, I promise."

I looked away once more, my heartbeat increasing in speed.

"I - I don't know, Sharon..."

"Tony? Forget what you've been told, forget what the people out there think of it, the only people in this room are you and me. I've told you how I feel... what do you feel?"

Sharon remained absolutely still as I reached up and placed my hand on her shoulder. I sighed through my nose in a vain attempt to steady my nerves, and moved my other hand to gently cup the back of her neck, pulling her towards me. It was Sharon who whimpered this time as I leaned up towards her lips and I realized she was feeling at least as much anxiety as me. There was still a part of me wailing that this was incest, that this was wrong, that my whole life I hadn't felt anything towards her except the usual brotherly affection. It told me that I should get the hell away from my crazy pervert sister before I was corrupted. Then I looked into her eyes once again, then I saw the love there, soft and warm, and I realized that I did feel something more for her, that I had been in denial all weekend, and all those objections were overruled. Adrenaline began to flow like crazy as I realized I was really going to do this, and I grinned, despite myself, whispering as I moved a lock of golden hair off of her beautiful face.

"What the hell, you only live once, eh?"

Before I could lose my nerve, I pulled her down to me and pressed my lips against hers once more, giving her a kiss that was anything but brotherly. This time, I took the initiative, exploring her mouth with my tongue. It was unlike any kiss I'd ever felt before. I felt her shivering as our tongues gently slid against each other. Neither of us had to take the lead or follow the other, it was as if we already knew how best to share this moment. As I started really getting into it, she let out a deep breath through her nose, tickling my whiskers, and she made herself comfortable, sitting down on my lap and placing her hands gently on my shoulders. As she kissed me with a surprising hunger, the insecurities and reservations I'd been feeling all melted away. It's a cliche, I know, but how could something that felt that right ever be wrong? I felt my arousal increasing, felt my need for my sister growing stronger with each passing moment. Finally, I broke off the kiss and she looked at me, obviously waiting to see what I would say next, fear and hope dancing through her eyes in equal parts. I didn't hesitate. There was only one thought on my mind, only one thing I could say.

"Sharon... I love you. You complete me."

She let out a wordless shriek of joy and threw her arms around my neck, hugging me so tight I had trouble breathing for a few seconds.

"Oh, Tony! I've wanted to hear you say that for so long!"

She began to kiss me on the cheek, scruffing her hand through my fur, and then surprised me by reaching up to my ears and giving an especially sensitive spot a squeeze that was, frankly, delicious. She caught me by surprise, so I was unable to hold back the following noise, about halfway between a gasp and a moan, which made her giggle.

"Ooooh, I think you like it when I play with your ears. I knew you would."

"H-how did you..."

She leaned in and kissed me on the nose, grinning so wide I could see her molars.

"Because my ears are just as sensitive."

I chuckled at that, shaking my head.

"Jesus, I was dying this morning when you were giving me that massage."

Her smile expanded into a full-blown laugh.

"I know! You looked like you were so horny you wanted to fuck the bed! It was so hard for me to keep a straight face."

"You know, I was thinking of you in the shower after that."

"Really?"

She laughed again as I nodded sheepishly.

"That's actually kind of flattering."

We fell silent for a short time, simply holding each other and basking in closeness. Then Sharon got a sly look on her face and nodded in the direction of the bed.

"So, you want to..."

I looked at her, somehow surprised, despite everything that had happened.

"You really want to, uh, go that far?"

"I'm dying to."

I couldn't help but be affected by her enthusiasm.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

Before I could move, she hopped off my lap and onto the bed in one smooth motion, taking a pin-up pose and beckoning me closer, her whiskers twitching with excitement. I stood up and took my shirt off, tossing it back onto the chair behind me.

"Oooh, looking good, Tony. You been working out? Can't wait to feel those muscles."

I grinned as I sat down next to her.

"Oh come on, I'm not that built. And you saw me with my shirt off last night."

"Yeah, well, there's a difference between seeing you like that..."

Suddenly she reached up and pulled me down to her, kissing me as she ran a hand down my chest, brushing ever-so-lightly over my jean-covered crotch before she stopped, breaking off the kiss and looking at me with fire in her eyes.

"...and seeing you like this."

As we embraced once more, we rolled over so that I was lying down and she was straddling me. I watched, enthralled, as she pulled her shirt up over her head and discarded it. I reached up, running my hands through the short, fine fur on her stomach, moving up to grasp her breasts through her bra. They fit perfectly into my hands, absolutely perfectly. As I reached around her to unlatch her bra and free her magnificent chest, she was working on getting my belt unbuckled.

"Tony... I have to tell you... after I saw you naked, I couldn't stop thinking about you. So when I was out doing the laundry last night, I stopped at the ladies' room, and I - I..."

She stopped as she successfully got my pants undone and opened the fly, revealing that I was already fully hard. Simultaneously, I figured out the secret of her brassiere, and the undergarment slid off of her chest and onto the bed, revealing her delightfully pert mounds. I finished the sentence for her as I reached up to touch her for the first time, gently squeezing her soft flesh.

"...You did what I did in the shower this morning?"

She nodded, then reached down and grabbed my erection through my boxers. I couldn't help but let out a little moan, offering no resistance as she slid my pants down my legs.

"Oh God, Sharrie..."

I pulled her down to me so I could get my mouth on her breasts, teasing her nipples with slow circles of my tongue. She started stroking my hair, obviously enjoying my attention very much.

"Hey, Tony?"

"Mmmm?"

"You called me Sharrie. I like that."

I grinned up at her briefly before returning to her chest, while my hands reached around behind her to grope her truly exquisite ass. Wanting to feel her fur on my fingers, I blindly tried to get her pants off, before she either had mercy on me or got too impatient and undid them herself. I grabbed her butt once more, squeezing her cheeks through the thin material of her panties, tickling her tail with my fingertips, pressing her crotch against mine.

"Jesus, Sharrie, when did you become so damned hot?"

She nuzzled against my chest as she replied.

"I could ask you the same question!"

I managed to pull myself away from her chest and moved down the mattress, letting her turn over and take my place lying on the bed. She looked down in confusion until I reached her groin and stopped. I would have figured there would be some residual hesitation at this point, but all I felt was the need to be with my twin. Without ceremony or further ado, I tugged her panties down her thighs and took in her nude form for the first time. She had trimmed her blonde tuft to neatly frame her treasures, a look I had always loved. Her clitoris was already peeking out from its hood, and I could see her desire glistening between her lips.

"Oh Tony, please do it, don't keep me waiting!"

I glanced up at her. She looked totally desperate. I winked at her and leaned forward, giving her labia a quick lick. Yet again, she was exactly what I wanted; I found myself licking my lips, enjoying her taste. Thus encouraged, I buried my face between her legs, causing her to let out a surprised squeal as I began to ravish her with my tongue, licking her sweet lips and teasing her clit while she moaned and I made myself comfortable. As I eagerly pushed my tongue inside her, lapping up the delicious juices, she grabbed onto my ears and began to squeeze and stroke them in exactly the right spots. Shivering, I moved one of my hands from her thigh so I could keep touching her while my tongue was busy inside her. I lapped against her walls, feeling every detail, rubbing against her delightful textures, but the more she played with my ears, the more my erection ached for attention. I let out a quiet groan as I throbbed, releasing a drop of pre onto the bed. I can't remember ever needing it so bad before. As if she had read my mind, Sharon - Sharrie - tugged on my ear to get my attention.

"Get up, Tony, I want to make you feel good, too."

I pulled my tongue out of her and we rearranged ourselves on the bed, pausing only so I could ditch my boxers once and for all. Once more, I was lying on my back, and Sharon was on all fours over me in the classic 69 position. It was my idea that I be under her; I tend to hump involuntarily when I come, and if I was above her, I might choke her. Once we were settled in, I leaned towards her delectable rear, and picked up where I left off, burying my face between her thighs and my tongue between her labia, moving a hand to play with her clit as I did so. While I was busy getting her juice all over my muzzle, she finally took my penis in hand, and I was so excited that I immediately throbbed in her hand, eliciting a giggle from her as pre ran down the side of my shaft.

"Oh boy, you really do need it, don't you? Don't worry, Sharrie's gonna make it all better, little brother."

The laugh that followed was interrupted by a moan as I gently caught her clitoris between my front teeth and rubbed it from side to side. It was exceedingly difficult to speak coherently like that, but I managed somehow.

"I told you not to call me that."

She ignored that, given that she was shaking from the over-stimulation. As I released her, she let out a lusty growl and took my cock into her mouth. Fuck me sideways, it was heavenly. She ran her tongue along the sides of my shaft, bathing me in her warm saliva. Apparently inspired by what I'd just done, she lightly scraped our species' signature buck teeth along the sensitive underside of my erection, rubbing from side to side at my most sensitive region, the spot where the head meets the shaft. And all the while, she was gently rolling and squeezing my balls with her free hand. Unable to contain it, I moaned into her snatch, which seemed to turn her on even more, pressing against my face. Meanwhile, I kept up my incessant probing of her wet warmth, my tongue lapping up her juices and running along her quivering walls. It was when my other hand returned to teasing her clit that a shudder ran along her spine. We continued like this, shaking and twitching under each other's ministrations and doing our best to make the other feel as good as possible. I could feel her long hair, so soft and silky, tickling my thighs as she bobbed her head along my length. I could feel her fingers working my balls with just the right amount of pressure. And everything, everything I felt was driving me crazy! I can't remember ever being so turned on. I succumbed to the pleasure first, I'd felt it building inside me and had tried to fight it, to keep the climax away so that I could just stay in this moment, stay entangled with my twin, but ultimately I knew I was losing, and pulled myself away from her hot flesh just long enough to gasp out a warning, still having enough of my wits about me not to surprise her.

"Oh God, Sharrie, I'm coming!"

She moaned around her mouthful and slid all the way up my shaft until just the head was inside. This was interesting, but right then I was too busy having an orgasm to think about that.

...Or anything else, for that matter.

It hit me like a tidal wave. My toes curled up, my eyes rolled back in my head, my back arched off the bed (or at least tried to, given that my sister was on top of me) and I let out a terrific groan that surely carried outside of our little room. I didn't care, though. All that was going through my mind was the white-hot pleasure burning through my body as I came and came and came, Sharrie 'milking' my erection, squeezing my balls and stroking the length of my rod with her amazingly soft hands, while I shot my hot cream into her mouth, painting her tongue with my seed. It lasted longer than I thought it would, longer than any orgasm I could remember, or maybe it only seemed that way, but I kept coming and coming, gasping and moaning as the pleasure washed over me.

I don't actually remember it ending, but suddenly I became aware that I had stopped spurting, I was lying down, and the room was spinning. My twin swallowed audibly, and I shuddered in residual pleasure.

"Did you enjoy that, Tony?"

"Hot damn... like you wouldn't believe, sis. Like you wouldn't believe."

I felt fantastic, but a glance upward, at her soaking pussy, reminded me that Sharrie still hadn't gotten off, and I was determined to return the favour. Without waiting for her to respond, I pushed myself off the bed and buried my face between her thighs once more, ravenously attacking her slit with a new intensity. Without my manhood in her mouth, Sharon was free to moan and cry out as I sought out her sensitive spots with renewed passion, my only goal in life being to give her as much pleasure as she'd given me. I let my fingers join my tongue inside her, stroking and teasing and caressing, and she grabbed onto my legs as though hanging on for dear life. As I swallowed some of her juices, she let out another low moan, and, sensing that she was teetering on the brink, I gently nibbled on her clit once more. It was enough for her to bury her face in a pillow, lest her shriek of pleasure make someone think a murder was taking place in our room. I wouldn't want to have to explain to the cops that I was actually fucking my sister at the time and that no one was dead, but at that moment, I didn't even notice, as I was too busy relentlessly fingering my twin as I gnawed on her love button. She twitched and writhed above me, and a wave of her delicious juice flowed out to soak into my fur, forcing me to release her poor clitoris so I could lap it up. I could feel her vagina squeezing down on my fingers as she shuddered her way through her climax, but I didn't let up, I wanted to make sure she felt as good as I could possibly make her feel.

Soon we lay beside each other, breathing heavily. I reoriented myself so that we were face-to-face again, and smiled at her.

"You're right. We should have done this years ago."

She was sweaty, her fur was matted, and her hair was a mess, but right then, she was the most beautiful person in the world to me. I'm sure I looked just as scruffy, but the smile on her face and the shine in her eyes made me feel like a new man. Without a word beforehand, we simultaneously rolled onto our sides so that we were closer to each other, close enough to feel the other breathe. I cocked an eyebrow and smirked.

"That was interesting... Do you remember -"

"-The way we used to do that as kids? Synchronize our movements? Of course I do, just like how we used to -"

"-Finish each others' sentences? Yeah, it's starting coming back to me."

We both quietly giggled, like we had just exchanged a private joke in a public place. I felt giddy, feelings I hadn't experienced in years were coming back to me. We were connected again.

"So how many girlfriends have you had, Tony?"

Brought back to reality, I frowned. The connection was back, but that didn't mean we could read each other's minds.

"What do you mean?"

"When you were, you know, going down on me, you were probably the best I've ever had! You found every one of my, uh, 'sensitive spots', and that swirly thing you did with your tongue, man! I'm surprised I held off coming for as long as I did!"

I laughed, shaking my head.

"I was thinking exactly the same thing about you! I didn't realize you were some kind of blowjob artist, Sharrie."

She closed her eyes and smiled even wider, nuzzling against me.

"I love it when you call me that."

I reached forward and embraced her, running my hands along her back.

"By the way, everything about you just drives me crazy. I love your hairstyle, your scent, the way you feel against me, even the way you trim yourself, er, down there."

It was her turn to laugh, and she threw a leg over mine, pulling me against her.

"That makes two of us. Kiss me, Tony!"

Holding each other, we began to kiss, softly and without urgency this time, gently feeling each other up as we did so. There was a certain naughty thrill to the fact that I could still taste myself on her, and knew without asking that she felt the same. I explored my twin's body with my hands even as I explored her mouth with my tongue, feeling her fur in my fingers, caressing every curve with my palm, and running my hand through her silky hair again and again. And all the while, she was running her hands over me with the same degree of reverence. I can't put into words what I felt for her at that moment.

It might have been minutes or it might have been days that passed in that loving haze, but eventually I felt myself getting hard again, and I noticed Sharon was kissing me with that now-familiar hunger. I finally broke off the kiss and looked into her eyes, the pleading desire I felt mirrored there. It no longer surprised me.

"Sharrie... I need to be with you."

She shivered and nodded.

"And I need you to be with me, Tony."

Overcome with arousal, I rolled so that she was lying down and I straddled atop her, starting to line my manhood up with her opening, before the obvious occurred to me.

"Oh - oh fuck! We need to get a condom!"

Then something less obvious occurred to me.

"...and I didn't bring any with me to go pick up my sister. Dammit. I don't suppose you brought any?"

I remembered the lecherous iguana telling me that there were condom machines in every men's room, but I was hesitant to go get one, as years of badly-written television had me afraid that the minute I walked out of the bathroom, the iguana would be right there, seeing me with a rubber in my hand after I insisted that I wasn't here to sleep with my companion. I was starting to worry that he'd even figure out the truth if such an unlikely situation were to occur, but Sharrie cut off my line of thinking by grabbing my shaft and encouraging me to continue.

"No, I don't, but it doesn't matter, I'm on the pill and it's the wrong time of the month for that anyway."

That was all the encouragement I needed, and, with Sharon still holding my unit in place, I placed my hands on either side of her like I was about to do push-ups, and slowly thrust my hips forward. Both of us trembled with pleasure as I smoothly embedded myself to the hilt inside my sister.

"Oh God, Tony, you're so big..."

I laughed, despite myself. I'd never actually heard a girl say that before. I leaned down to kiss her on the forehead.

"And you're so warm, Sharrie."

She fit me like a glove. Well, if gloves were made for penises. And were hot and wet inside.

...Sorry, got a little distracted. Getting back to what I was saying, I had never, ever been with a girl who made me feel this good just being inside her, sitting still. I adjusted myself so we were more eye-to-eye, then kissed her as I pulled back and began the dance, rolling my hips to push back into her welcoming heat. Sharon moaned and firmly gripped my ass, as if keeping me from escaping, though there was nowhere else on earth I'd rather have been then right there with her. I could feel her pushing down on me every time I slid back into her, encouraging me to go harder and faster. I broke off the kiss to place my mouth on her breast, and she gasped my name and shuddered. I slowed down just long enough to adjust my arms, leaning on an elbow so I had a free hand, before resuming my feverish pace, the room filling with the wet, rhythmic sounds of our joining and the soft slap my scrotum made as it bounced against her body. I snaked my free hand down her body, blindly seeking her clitoris, grinning with satisfaction around her nipple when I finally found it. Just like before, I knew without being told exactly how she liked to be touched, and her cries of pleasure were like music to my ears. She moved her hands from my ass to my neck, pulling me off her chest so we could kiss once more. We were barely at it for ten seconds, though, when she broke it off again.

"Oh, Tony, I - I can't believe this is really happening. It feels like a dream..."

I made a particularly deep thrust, eliciting an excited squeal from my sister.

"Believe it, big sister. You finally got me."

She threw her head back and laughed - I had never played along with that particular joke - and I kissed and sucked on her neck. I hadn't felt that alive in years. We writhed and moaned on the bed as we made love in a haze of bliss. I know it's a cliche in these sorts of things, but it was far and away the best sex I'd ever had. After a while, I felt the pleasure climbing back up, and knew that I wouldn't be able to last much longer. I was about to warn Sharon when our eyes met, and I knew that she understood. I also understood that she was in much the same situation, and we worked harder than ever towards the grand finale. I changed my position again so I could slide an arm under her, gripping the tuft of her tail and holding her hot body against mine as my thrusts became faster and shallower. One of us whimpered with need, honestly I couldn't tell who, and we kissed like it was our final day on Earth. She was bucking her hips up as I thrust mine down, and the way we were pressing the rest of our bodies together, it was almost like we were trying to fuse together. All that mattered in the universe was the feeling of her tongue in my mouth and the feeling of her hot, slick walls rubbing and squeezing on my erection. The point of no return edged closer and closer, until finally, I broke off the kiss and cried out, a cry that was mirrored by my twin, as ecstasy exploded through both of our bodies simultaneously. Sharon pressed her chin against my shoulder as she shuddered through climax, her breath tickling my whiskers.

"Oh T-tony..."

It was little more than a gasped whisper, but it sent a new pulse of joy through my body. I kissed her on the cheek, unable to speak as I throbbed and spurted within her, feeling her walls clenching down on me, milking pleasure out of my body. I swear, I could have stayed that way forever, together with Sharon, surrounded by bliss.

Nothing lasts forever, though, and a few minutes later, we lay still, loosely holding each other, as I slowly went soft inside her.

"God, Sharrie... That was..."

"Amazing?"

"Mmmm."

She nuzzled against me.

"Tony?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

I smiled and kissed her on the forehead.

"Love you."

"Love you too."

Eventually, we rolled away from each other and sat up. I nodded towards the bathroom door.

"I'm gonna take a shower, Sharrie... you wanna join me?"

"Well, it is always nice to have someone to get those hard-to-reach spots..."

I stood up and headed into the bathroom, turning on the water while Sharon retrieved a pair of fresh towels from the pile the cleaning staff had left. Waiting for the water to heat up, we took the opportunity to kiss, slow and lingering and warm. Just before we stepped under the stream, I put a mock-thoughtful look on my face.

"So, Sharrie..."

"Mmmm?"

"What are we going to do with the rest of the day?"

She narrowed her eyes and smiled from earbase to earbase, teasing my whiskers with a fingertip, causing my ears to twitch.

"I believe we were going to check out the pool. They have a very large hot tub, you know."

I picked up on her unspoken suggestion immediately and chuckled.

"You dirty girl. I love it."

"Are you insinuating something about your virtuous big sister, Tony? Shame on you."

As I slid the curtains shut and let hot water cascade down my back, I laughed, free of worries and no longer caring when the road would be fixed.

As it turned out, they managed to patch up one of the lanes of the road enough to let people out by Monday morning, so after spending the remainder of Saturday and all day Sunday getting re-acquainted with my twin, we drove back down towards civilization, in a very different state than we were when we arrived. Our schools were in the same city, so we'd already made plans to move into the same apartment, preferably one with very thick walls. I wish I could explain how I feel, I really do. It's just so hard to put into words. Sharon and I aren't 'in love' the way most people are, we don't want to get married and be husband and wife, and we wouldn't want to have each other's children even if it weren't a terrible idea. Yet we're not just sleeping together for the sheer physical pleasure of it. It's more like... it's more like we've come to realize that we're two halves of the same person, and we're never happier than when we're together. And of course, there's no stronger way to experience closeness with another person than to share your body with them.

Maybe it's all in our heads. We're not identical twins, after all. Apart from the fact that our births are minutes apart instead of years, we could be any other brother and sister. But we know better. My life has been so much happier since that stay in the hotel. It's just so encouraging to know that no matter how much stress I'm under, no matter how hard things get, Sharon will always be there to comfort me, will always understand exactly how I feel. Sometimes, when I'm in a contemplative mood, I think about the way things used to be, when we pretended to be singular people like everybody else, and were miserable. It's on those occasions, more than any other time, that I thank my lucky stars for the most important two days in my life.

For my weekend with Sharon.