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My sister and I were grounded for the rest of our lives. At least, that's what Dad said. After he'd caught us, naked, in bed, with Cousin Randy, I was frankly surprised that we didn't get sent away to some convent for wolves.

The only thing that saved us was the pills. Dad couldn't really blame us, when we were under the influence of some unknown drug that Randy's friend, Pie, had given him. We'd had to beg and promise that it hadn't been Randy's fault, either. That we'd taken the pills despite his best efforts. I swear, Dad was about to go to the police and arrest a thirteen-year-old for being unable to control himself around his horny, eager cousins. Instead, Randy, like us, was grounded for eternity. The only time we ever got to leave the house was to attend school.

At least Candy had dodged a bullet that I hadn't. She hadn't been in heat on that fateful night. I still can't believe I let my older cousin knot me four times. After a week, Mom had purchased a pregnancy test for me...and I was positive. I was already gaining weight as Randy's litter started to grow inside my belly. Dad was already planning to pull me out of school on some pretense so that no one would know what had happened, and they could raise the pups as if they were Mom and Dad's.

The drive to school was always extra awkward. Dad had to drive us to school because Mom, like us, didn't have hands. But I couldn't help but see the way he looked at me, now, with a sad shake of his head. He was clearly disappointed in me, even if he said he wasn't, and at the end of the car ride, he always reminded us that we were to be waiting on the curb within five minutes of school ending for the drive back.

Newport only had a couple of schools, and only one that allowed four-leggers too. We were always dropped off on the South side with the other four-leggers, and Randy was dropped off on the North side. I hadn't seen him since the morning after, and there wasn't really a chance for sixth grade four-legger to run into an eighth grade two-legger. "Thanks, Dad," Candy said. I just nodded my head.

Another day of classes when adding fractions was the least interesting thing on my mind. How could I keep pretending everything was normal when I was _pregnant?_How could I keep interacting with the other kids? Daryl, as cute as the Great Dane was, kept trying to talk to me, but I kept blowing him off. What would he think of me if he knew the secret I was carrying?

Candy didn't seem to have the same sort of problem. She wagged her tail and raised her paw and talked to her friends as if she hadn't lost her virginity in a drug-fueled orgy with her sister and cousin. She seemed to have lost all her inhibitions talking to Daryl, too, after years of being too shy. If I didn't know better, I'd say she was actually better off.

During a water bowl break, my grey-furred sister walked up to me and said, "I can't get that night out of my head."

I just cocked my head. Did she not realize that I'd gotten knocked up? "Me either."

Candy whispered, "I just...it felt...good. Did you feel good?"

I shook my head. "I mean...at the time, but we were totally high." I glanced around to make sure no one could overhear us.

Candy shivered. "But that's what I mean. The drug...it made me feel so confident. So buzzed."

I narrowed my eyes at her. "C'mon, Candy. You're supposed to be the responsible one. That night was...it was a huge mistake. Drugs are bad!"

Candy nodded, but after a slight hesitation. "I know. I don't want to try it again. I just want to know, you know, what it was. If only I could talk to Pie."

I sighed. "That husky is not worth talking to, and besides, it's not like we can just waltz over to the North wing of the school."

My sister just shrugged. "Mrs. Thealy uses a generic hall pass. Could tell people I'm on an errand and leave at twelve-ten. That's the middle of class, but the start of the eighth-grade passing period."

I dropped my jaw. "You've really been thinking about this, haven't you."

Candy shrugged again. "I guess. I just... have questions I need answered."

So did I. Did Randy even know he'd knocked me up? Did he care? Did he regret that night as much as I did? Would he apologize if he saw me? I'd always liked Cousin Randy, but I couldn't help but feel a little betrayed. It's not like he had been on any drug stronger than my heat - though, to be fair, I did do everything in my power to shove my spade in his face.

"Don't be stupid. You're just going to get caught and then it's going to get back to Dad and _you'll_get taken out of school just like I will."

If Candy heard me, I couldn't tell.

If Candy heard me, she ignored me, because in Mrs. Thealy's class, at precisely 12:10 o'clock, the grey-furred wolf raised her paw and got excused to use the bathroom. I gritted my teeth, well aware that she was going to cruise the 8th grade hall for that stupid pot-head, Pie.

I stewed for almost twenty seconds before I made my decision. "Mrs. Thealy, I have to go to the bathroom, too."

With the hall pass clipped to my collar, I sniffed, but I couldn't follow Candy's scent. Too many dogs, wolves, and cats wandered these halls. But I knew where she was going and I was going to catch up even if it got me detention for running.

Except I didn't catch up to her. At least not before I entered the eighth-grade halls, filled with incredibly tall two-leggers looking down at me (if they even noticed me at all). I was the wrong type AND the wrong grade to be there, but the kids didn't call me on it, and the hall monitors took one look at my hall pass and let me go. I thought I saw Candy down the hallway, but before I could run to catch up, I heard a voice behind me.

"Carly?"

It was Randy. Candy would have to wait.

* * * * *

Everything went according to plan. I hit the eighth-grade halls just as passing period started, and I gazed down the halls in both directions looking for the red-furred husky who'd somehow managed to become friends with Randy. Pie was quite a slacker, but I didn't know which classes were honors, and which weren't. Species of every type filed into the hallway, but not many had red fur. I picked him out of the crowd in no time, watching the thirteen-year-old boy meander slowly down the hallway, in certainly no rush to get to class.

"Pie! Pie!" I gasped, dashing past the other students' feet until I was right behind him.

He turned, looking confused, until he cocked his head and looked down at the four-legger below him. "Carly??" he asked, confused.

I shook my head. "Candy. Carly's got the white fur."

"What are you doing here?"

I paused. "Look, I just wanted to ask you a few questions. Is there...someplace more private?" I asked, looking around.

Pie grumbled. "I'm gonna be late to class..."

"Oh..."

He laughed. "Just kidding. I'm always late. So, there's no class in the art room down the hall right now. That's a pretty good place to talk."

Trust a slacker to know where to hide.

As nonchalantly as we could, the two of us walked against the flow of traffic down the side hall, past the students getting ready to saw and chop and weld things, past the art room, and then there was a short, twenty foot stretch of hallway around the turn that had the art storage closet before ending at the emergency exit. Sure enough, no one was there, even though it was still the middle of passing period.

"What's up?" the husky asked, ears perked up.

Where to begin? Did Pie even know what had happened? Would Randy have told him? "Do you...remember those pills you gave Randy?"

"Wha? Oh, Rand. Yeah. I heard he actually gave them to you..."

I nodded. "What else did you hear?"

"The guy was mad at me. I didn't expect him to use them. But I smoothed it over with him once I told him -" said Pie, before I interrupted him.

"I liked it."

"Liked what?"

Arching my head back to look him straight in the eye, I said, "I liked the pill. I liked the way it made me feel."

He scrunched his eyebrows. "But they -"

I shook my head. "I want more," I said, finally giving up on the lie I'd told my sister.

He froze, staring down at me with new appreciation. "Dude, I don't think you know what you're saying."

"Stop treating me like a child. I know what I'm doing. Do you have any or not?" I asked, raising my hackles.

"You're not even a teenager yet. You're in sixth grade," Pie pointed out.

"Four-leggers grow faster. I'm a full-sized wolf, you know."

Pie sighed and leaned against the wall. "Look, I've got more, but if I get wrapped up again for selling drugs I'm gunna end up in military school. I can't have some eleven-year-old spouting off where she got these things."

I looked down. I didn't have any money. Dad never let us bring money to school, and it wouldn't be easy for us to use, anyway, without hands. We always have to have the cashier reach into our bags and collect the money for us. "Who said anything about 'buying' them?"

"I sure as shit ain't risking it_for free_," growled the husky. "You're wasting my time, Candy."

I shook my head. "I told you, I'm not a kid. I'm all grown-up now. I can give you something better than money."

"What?"

I took a deep breath. What was I thinking? Sure I'd had a crush on Pie a year ago before I settled on Steven, but that was just because he was the only older boy I got to see when I was hanging around with Randy. I wanted that pill, and I had to prove to the thirteen-year-old that I wasn't just some four-legged puppy. I knew a way to accomplish both things.

"I'll suck your cock."

Pie visibly recoiled. "What the fuck?"

"Right here. No one will see."

The husky flattened his ears and started to walk away. "Gotta be shitting me."

I ran along behind him, saying, "I'm_serious_. I've done it before..."

Pie paused, and I collided with his legs. "What? Who?"

I knew that if I tried to cover for it, he wouldn't believe me, but I didn't want to give away Randy, who clearly hadn't told Pie everything about that night. "Daryl," I lied. "A boy from my class."

"Damn. In sixth grade!? Lucky bastard."

I just smirked. "I take it you haven't ever..."

"Nah, man. The girls all like the jock types," he whined.

I knew I was slowly winning him over. And just in time for passing period to be over, as the pleasant chime of the tardy bell finally rang. "I can help you out."

"Oh fuck, oh shit..." he whimpered, glancing down the short hallway. Now that the classes had started, it was empty and quiet. "You're serious?"

I was standing just a few inches from Pie's crotch. To prove it, I pushed forward, sniffing at his blue jeans. I could tease out the musky scent of his sheath, which was already tenting his pants. "Assuming you've got the goods."

He swallowed. "Okay, okay. But not in the hallway. There ain't any cameras here, but... ahem... sound carries." He hopped over to the storage closet, and he was in luck. It wasn't locked. "Mrs. Warburton always takes a long lunch break."

She must be the art teacher. Four-legger classes never included art - pretty hard to use scissors, after all. He flipped the light switch and a dim bulb turned on over head. The dusty room was fairly well organized, with a saw horse in the back. Pie ushered me inside before letting the door swing closed.

"Here's the pill," he said, reaching into his wallet and unfolding the inside pocket to reveal a tiny slit in the cloth lining. He worked a small, white, unlabelled pill out of this secret pocket and into the white-furred palm of his hand.

"Just put it in my bag."

He did so, and then looked at me. I looked at him. We looked at each other.

"Ahem," I said, clearing my throat. "You're gonna have to take off your pants."

He gulped again. "Yeah, right." Then, as if still not believing this was happening, he looked around the closet, expecting people to be hiding here, ready to jump out and catch him, even though he was the one who brought us to this hallway and this storage closet. "Right," he said, his hands shaking as they descended to the button on his pants. Holding his breath, the red-furred husky unfastened his pants, tucked his thumbs into both sides of the waistband, and slid them down his legs.

Even in the dim light, I could see his white sheath, front and center, a couple inches of glossy red penis sticking out not unlike Randy. "Yeah?" asked Pie, staring down at me.

"Yeah," I replied, and stepped forward, nuzzling his cock.

"Oh, fuck..." he groaned, as if for the first time realizing this was actually happening.

Last year, when I'd had a crush on him, I'd just imagined us on a date, walking along the boardwalk on the beach, sharing a kiss at the sunset. Not that there was a boardwalk or a beach in Newport. But now I knew what dating was_really_ about. I could hardly get my memories of Randy lying on top of me out of my head. Slowly drilling his knot into my virgin pussy while Carly egged him on. Oh, we'd kissed, but that wasn't the goal. This was.

I slurped the underside of the husky's sheath, not shying away from his bright, red shaft. When was the last time Pie took a shower? His musk was overwhelming, particularly just a few inches from my nostrils, where his lightly-furred balls dangled.

"I gotta sit down," he groaned, plopping down on the saw horse. Now his dick was angled even further up, and I didn't have to arch my neck to reach him. I yipped appreciatively, snuffling down his length until I buried my nose in his sweaty sack. "Fffffuck," he gasped. "No teeth!"

Like I was stupid? Inhaling his scent, I opened my mouth and carefully, gingerly wrapped my black lips around his balls, suckling gently. The taste was even more pleasant than the smell!

"Ow!" he yipped, pushing away on my head. "S-sorry. Just sucking a little hard."

I rolled my eyes, letting go of his balls with a loud, wet, smack! "Just relax."

Pie bit his lip, leaning backward to watch as I slid my long, pink tongue along his quivering shaft, stopping at his pointed, bony tip. Taking a deep breath, I lowered my muzzle around his half-formed cock, letting his veiny prick sink into my warm, wet mouth.

"Oh my God...!" he gasped, his nails digging into the saw horse beneath him.

I couldn't very well talk, so I let my mouth do the talking, sliding up and down and guzzling his growing dick. He really was just like Randy, starting to pump up and down into my muzzle. I wrapped my tongue all the way around his shaft, sliding it back and forth rapidly as the thirteen-year-old shuddered. "This is amazing...!" he growled, his curled tail thumping against the wall just behind the place he was perched.

I knew now how to predict when he'd blow. Randy had surprised me between breaths and I'd choked and had to pull away, but this time I could tell. I took a quick breath each time, just before sinking down around his cock. I lifted one paw to lift up his balls, then realized it was time. With an extra large breath, I gulped Pie down until his throbbing tip was tickling the back of my throat.

"It's...it's happening!" he whined.

His tail curled between his legs as his balls began to pulse, and the first heavy load sprayed the back of my throat. But this time I was ready. I relaxed my jaw and gulped, and then gulped again, eagerly swallowing every sticky rope. Randy had made quite a mess, and I couldn't be saturated in Pie's scent when I went back to class.

"Ah! Ah! Unghhhhh..." Pie groaned with each buck of his hips. His hands were on the back of my head now, pinning me in place as I guzzled everything. Then, with a sudden groan, he pushed me off his dick.

Grinning, I licked my lips, looking up at the thirteen-year-old boy, his muzzle twisted into an amusing semi-smile as he panted, his tongue dangling out the side of his mouth. I said "Told you I'm not some little girl."

"I believe you, I believe you," he panted. "Damn, that was awesome."

"Heh," I said. "Last time, I got Ra - um...Daryl's cum all over my face..." I tried to cover up my little slip up.

Surprisingly, the normally spaced out Pie, cocked his head. "Ra...Rand?"

"Uh...what?" I said, but my ears were flat and my tail was tucked.

He perked his ears up. "You did - you were going to say 'Randy'! You...blew your cousin!?"

"Don't tell him I told you," I whined. "It was 'cause of the pill."

"Daaaaamn. I can't believe he didn't tell me! Especially since you're pretty fuckin' good at it."

My face was flushed. "Uh...thanks," I stammered. "Look, please don't' tell him. But I gotta go or Mrs. Thealy is gonna get suspicious, okay?"

"Yeah, sure. I get it. Look, if you want more pills, after school is better..."

I shook my head. "Dad picks us up right after school."

Pie thought for a moment. "Alright, I have last period off, and the gym is usually empty until after school. Think you can get another 'hall pass' in seventh period?"

I nodded. "I think so."

"Alright, I'll be there."

I walked for the door, then turned around and said, "Oh, and Pie?"

"Um, yeah?"

"Thanks," I said, smiling.

* * * * *

"Randy!" I yipped, after he failed to notice me again and again. Eighth-graders were flowing around us on their way to their next classes, and Randy was no exception.

The black-furred wolf finally perked his ear up and turned around, glancing down where the voice came from. "C-Carly? What are you doing here?"

"We need to talk." I had to speak loudly for him to hear me over the dull roar of other kids talking. A few had definitely noticed me... I stood out, and not just for my bright, white fur.

"Right now?" Randy glanced down the hallway both directions, where dozens of kids were banging lockers, sneaking time on their phones, or rushing to class.

"I can't before or after school - we get picked up right away," I explained.

This time, my cousin knelt closer to me, so he could talk quieter. "I'm grounded too," said Randy. I hadn't seen him since that night, and seeing him now... I didn't feel angry, like I knew I should. He was just a scared kid like me, and we'd both made big mistakes. It was hard not to identify with him.

"Is there some place we can talk?"

He sighed. "If we get caught, I'm dead. Again."

Carly shook her head. "It's really important."

Randy looked up and to the right, even though there was nothing there. He was thinking. "Alright, I can be late to German. I'll just say that the lunch line was long. Follow me."

I darted through the crowd as I stayed on Randy's heels. I could hardly believe how few Eighth-graders watched where they were going. One almost stepped on me!

"The art room is vacant during fourth, and Mrs. Warburton usually forgets to lock the door," Randy explained.

Sure enough, the hallway was deserted. Everyone in shop class always arrived early because (I'd been told) it's the only fun class in school. Without hands, I couldn't really see the appeal. With the buzz-saws already rolling, we reached the art room.

Randy paused, "I hear someone around the corner - quick, get inside."

I ran through the door into the dark room, lit only by two rectangular windows in the back that looked out over the empty soccer field. Randy was right behind me, barely visible due to his dark fur.

We paused, looking at each other. "Well?" asked Randy.

I took a deep breath. "I... uh..."

"Carly, I can't be too late to class."

I paused. "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

"What?" said Randy, his head cocked. "I thought you wanted to talk to me."

I growled. "You can't just pretend two weeks ago didn't happen."

Randy looked away. "I was hoping to."

I tried to stop it, but my tail curled up between my legs. "That's great for you," I snapped. "But_I'm_ pregnant."

I probably should have shared that news a bit gentler, because it was pretty clear the thirteen-year-old didn't know. His eyes widened and he leaned back against the art room door. "Oh, fuck. I mean... I suspected, but..." He slid down the door until he was sitting down, panting.

Now, we were face to face. "I found out a week ago. I...thought I should tell you."

Randy whined. "I hoped, maybe... I did some research and it seemed like maybe the timing..."

I shook my head, looking at him expectantly. He caught the glance, but raised an eyebrow.

"Aren't you going to..."

"What?" he asked.

"Apologize?"

It was Randy's turn to growl. "Look, I'm sorry this happened, but it's more your fault than mine."

"My fault? You were our babysitter! You brought drugs!" I said, hackles raised.

"Oh please, Carly. You've been teasing me since you were...what, eight? You knew what you were doing. And besides, those drugs weren't even real. It was just aspirin that Pie scraped the labels off of."

I gaped. "And you just believed him? He probably didn't want to get into trouble!"

Randy shook his head. "No - he showed me the whole process. It's pretty simple. It was supposed to be a practical joke, I guess? He sells them to idiots that don't know better after school."

But... if it were just aspirin, why did I feel so different? Why did I see Randy's dick poking out and try to make him harder? Why did Candy and I lick him off? I thought it was the drugs turning me on and lowering my inhibitions. Was it just my heat? "But..."

Randy nodded glumly. "_Neither_of us have an excuse, Carly. We were just stupid kids doing stupid things. Five times." The passing bell rang again, and now Randy was officially late for class.

My voice quavered, and I lowered my head. "And now I have to face the consequences."

I was about to slump to the ground when I felt Randy lean forward and grab me around the shoulders, pulling me into a sudden, unexpected hug. "We have to," he said.

I shook my head. "My Dad doesn't want to see you ever again."

Randy chuckled sadly. "I think he said as much when he threw me in the back of his car and drove me naked to my parents."

Nodding, I said, "He's planning to take me out of school in a week or two so no one notices."

"That sucks."

"And then they're going to raise the pups as their own, like I'm their sister, not their mother."

Randy cocked his head, still holding me tight. "Is that what you want?"

"What do you mean?"

He said, "Shouldn't you have some say in this?"

I paused. "It makes sense. No one will know any different and I can continue school and stuff."

He pulled back far enough to look me in the eyes and said, "Yeah. But what if you feel differently about them once you're a mother?"

Now I knew what he was thinking about. I stared him down and said, "Or once you're a father?"

He glanced away. "Yeah. I mean...this is a huge thing for both of us. I'm not sure I want to pretend it never happened and give 'em away to your parents."

I tilted my head. "Randy, we're cousins. We can't exactly... raise them together."

"We fucked up - literally," he agreed, "But that part's done. There's nothing that says we can't raise our own kids."

I paused. "You're really serious about this?"

He looked down. "I don't know. Maybe? It's so weird and different. I know I complained a lot every time I had to babysit the two of you, but really I liked it. I liked you. I like you."

I took in a sharp breath and before I knew what I was doing, I leaned up, pressed my lips against Cousin Randy, and kissed him. "I like you, too."

We stayed wrapped in eachothers' arms for a full minute and a half before Randy pulled away and said, "I'd better get to class. What's your locker number? I can write you notes - figure out a better way to meet during school."

I nodded, my heart pounding. "It's 127. I'd like that."

Randy kissed me again, a gentle peck on the nose, and then stood up. "I'll see you later, Carly."

"Bye."

With that, he left first, sneaking out the door when the coast was clear. I sat there, in the dark, having been out of class for nearly ten minutes. Taking a deep breath, I left the room feeling way, way older than any Sixth-grader should feel.

Why couldn't Candy have been the one of us in heat? Not only was she responsible enough to have stopped Randy from knotting her, if she had gotten pregnant, I had no doubt she'd be a responsible mother.

Although, when I got back to class, Candy was still missing. She only showed up three minutes later, and all she could say was that she hadn't met Pie. How could she be gone that long? Mrs. Thealy trusted us too much to ask questions.

What was she hiding from me?

* * * * *

Sure, I'd lied to my twin sister, and we'd promised never to do that again. But I knew she'd never go along with me getting more of that little white drug. I was just going to try it again, it's not like I was going to get addicted or anything. A Sixth-grade four-legger wasn't going to be able to afford a drug habit anyway.

Carly had tried to grill me on where I was for thirteen minutes, but I stuck to my story that I was looking for Pie, even after the passing bell was over. I said I figured he might be skipping class. I could tell she had more to say to me, but Dad showed up to pick us up. For a second, I was worried she would tattle on my abuse of the hall pass, but she shut up and kept it secret like a good sister.

Then we had to sit down and do homework with Mom for an hour, and by the time we could talk again, we were both yawning in our beds. "Good night, Carly."

"Good night, Candy," she said back.

I didn't have to wait long for my white-furred sister to fall asleep, and as soon as I heard her patterned breathing, I opened my school bag and found 'the pill'. This was it - the thing that had caused the two of us to throw ourselves all over our Cousin Randy. I'd always been such a good girl, so reserved, afraid to even talk to Daryl, but two weeks ago, I sucked Randy's cock, spread my legs for his wet tongue, and then lay back as he mated me.

It was exhilarating. I gobbled up the pill and lay back on my bed, waiting for its effects.

They were almost immediate, this time. My body must have started adjusting. I lay there, starting to pant, blood rushing through my veins, feeling free and horny and great. Shivering, I reached down with my paw to cup my quivering spade. I had to bite back a whimper as I rubbed myself.

Soon, I was rocking back and forth, groaning softly under my breath. This drug felt so good! But I was missing something. Sure, maybe Randy would have been nice, but I didn't need him. I had a perfectly lovely twin sister sleeping soundly beside me.

I hesitated for only a few seconds before hopping onto her bed. I knew what I was doing was wrong, and she might try to stop me at first. But then I remembered how she'd sat on my head when I wouldn't agree to let Randy mate me, and gave him permission anyway. She deserved a little taste of her own medicine.

The bed shook as I hopped up, and Carly started to stir, but not before I straddled her naked, white body. Her eyes popped open to see me staring down at her, licking my lips. "Candy...?" she asked, confused.

Like a wolf in a fable, I didn't wait. I gobbled her up, leaning forward and kissing her forcibly on the lips. She gasped and sputtered, but when her muzzle opened, I just forced my tongue in her throat, kissing her every bit as passionately as we had when Randy was sitting right behind us. My hips spread her hind legs apart, a mirror image of the view he must have seen, two glistening rumps facing off against each other. I humped forward just enough for my own, wet spade to press gently up against Carly's.

Carly broke the kiss, squirming beneath me, but she said, "W-what are we doing?"

I pumped gently forward, squeezing out soft mounds together, and replied, "We're just two sisters who love each other very much."

"Unf!" she gasped, spreading her tail to the side as the tip of my vulva grinded against her trembling nethers. "Candy - we shouldn't! What if Mom and Dad find out?"

"Then we'd better keep you pretty quiet," I grinned, and rammed my tongue down her throat again. Her high-pitched whimpers were reduced to muffled moans, and I felt her kiss back and hump up against me. Soon, we were straining against each other, making out furiously.

But it still wasn't enough. Try as I might, I couldn't get off from dry-humping my sister, and neither, it seemed, could she. I broke our kiss to a pathetic whimper from Carly. "I have an idea," I said.

Before she could respond, I spun around and straddled her head, giving her a perfect view of my wet, quivering vulva, just inches from her nose. "Oh, God. Candy..." she whined.

I laughed, "You'd better get in there, or you're going to wake up the parents." At first, she didn't know what I meant, but then I lowered my own muzzle to her soft, fat spade and blanketed her in wet kisses.

She only had to squeal twice before she realized I was blackmailing her. If she wanted to keep this secret, she had to get her tongue to work. Leaning upward, she _rammed_her thick, wet tongue into my pink fortune cookie, reducing me to a flurry of weak thrusts. I had to return the favor, or my own moans would turn to howls. Together, we probed and explored eachothers' depths, tails wagging faster than ever before. Her juices coated her pussy and I gulped them all down, hammering my hips against her tongue. How could anything feel this good? How could we have wasted all these years, when we'd been sexually mature since the age of four?

We came together, forced to bury our long tongues as deep into the other's spasming, clenching pussy as we could to muffle our squeals of delight. We gushed all over each other until we could hump no more, panting and wheezing. I couldn't stand anymore, collapsing on top of my warm, sticky sister, leaking slowly onto her shoulder.

"Oh... oh fuck..." Carly groaned.

"I love you, sis -" I groaned. I'd never felt closer to my sister than that night.

And to think it was all because of a little white pill.