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Rivur stirred in his sister's bed, rolling onto his side and letting out a contented sigh. He was tucked under the purple covers, staring at the wallpaper, his sister peacefully snoozing behind him. The dawn light was peeking in through the blinds. He yawned.

The feral fox snuggled down into the pillowy soft warmth of a two leggar's bed, flipping over again. His sister errantly snorted in her sleep, the back of her neck was visible. Warm, orange and inviting fur. He was comforted.

If you'd told him a month ago that he'd fall in love with his sister, he would have called you insane. He was gay, at least he thought he was, and she was a lesbian...at least, he thought she was. Jenny's audible breaths were hushed. Even asleep she sounded like the cool and confident woman he fell in love with.

Oh, Rivur could talk about his sister for days! She was always so kind and caring but mature and womanly. She was protective; in her arms, Rivur could feel the world melt away. When he was with her, nothing else mattered but them and their love for one another. He didn't care what other people thought or assumed, didn't care if they glanced suspiciously or left lewd comments on his sister's videos. When he was with her, let the world be damned.

Rivur's heart fluttered as he thought of all the nice ways she treated him and things she did for him. Even when they were younger. How could he not see it? For his entire life Jenny was always the one whose shoulder he cried on, the one who comforted him when he had no one else. And he was here, in her bed with a slight stinging pain in his rump. She may be his girlfriend but she's certainly not gentle when she gets into it, he reasoned. Which was just how the feral liked it. In his mind, he was the luckiest boy on the planet.

Today was the day, the day he'd been waiting for since their first kiss. He was going to mate her. This time there would be no strap ons. There would be no toys, no bells and whistles. No straps and chains. It would just be them, locked together, fucking raw and passionately like the animals they were.

Jenny rolled over onto her back and languidly stretched her skinny, fur covered orange arms skyward, before letting them fall back to her chest with a happy sigh. The older female peeked an eye open, her glimmering emerald eyes meeting Rivur's. "Morning," she spoke casually.

Rivur was on her in a second, his black vulpine lips pressed to hers as he practically leapt from the bed in excitement. The weight of the large feral fox falling on top of her was more than enough for the vixen to be forced awake. "Aie! D-down boy!" Jenny tried to hold him at arm's length but in her sleep-addled state she was no match. The vixen was practically assaulted with feral kisses. Anytime she'd push him away from her lips he'd lick her neck and cause her to fall into a giggle fit, leaving her open to more lip-locking.

Rivur pressed on, breaking his sister's defenses. Eventually, she gave up and closed her eyes, settling back into the pillow and allowing her brother the run of her body. "'I- heh, I have to wake up first you doofus! Mhh!"

Oh, the boundless energy of ferals! Jenny wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. He pawed at her chest through the covers. At that though, Jenny drew the line. "Rivur, Rivur stop. I have to take another pill this evening, then at night we'll be good to go, okay?"

Rivur's ears lowered ever so slightly but he nodded in understanding. "Well, you know I'm excitable!" The large feral stepped back, standing over his sister's legs with the widest grin on his face. "You sure we can't have a little fun though? Come on, don't you want an eager foxy to bounce in your lap a little?"

"I thought you'd be sore from last night." The green eyed vixen's head tilted and eyebrow raised.

"Well...a little. But I can deal with-" He was silenced with a gentle bap across his maw from his sister's hindpaws. Rivur blinked. "No getting penetrated until you aren't sore any more," she giggled, "but I like your enthusiasm."

Rivur plopped himself down at the foot of her bed with an exaggerated foxy pout. "Can I lick you a little at least?"

Jenny stretched out once more, swinging her long vulpine legs off the edge of the bed and let out an elongated yawn. Her nude form looked luscious and damn near entrancing. Every part of her body was perfect. From her beautiful eyes, to her adorable little black nose, to her perky breasts, to her cute bulbous little toes.

Rivur was too slack jawed by the drop dead sexiness still fresh in his mind to notice the surprise pec on his cheek. "I think it'll be better for both of us if we let the...ant-icipa-tion build," she whispered. Her hot breath against his ear almost made him arch his back on its own! Moreso, that deep, domineering tone. Thick with lust. Commanding. Sexy. She was the type of girl that you wanted to throw yourself to the ground in front of and lift your tail just to show that you're a proper bitch. Rivur almost did just that.

"I-if, y-yes ma'am." Oh, she knew just how to push his buttons! For the short time they've been an item she learned really quick how to do...mmh, that. "Good boy!" She sounded cheery, cupping his rear as a parting gift. Rivur's moan caught in his throat and he started giggling uncontrollably.

"I'm gonna go make breakfast. What do you want to eat?" She was already out the door before he had time to answer. Rivur followed excitedly, poking his nose down the staircase of their little suburban home. "Are you sure that you're off the menu?"

"Rivur!"

Rivur was sitting at their dinner table fiddling with his laptop. It was a special piece of kit, specially made for his kind. There was a large leather grip at the top-center for holding with your teeth and a fairly large paw-sized touchpad. The young feral idly scrolled through the comments of Jen's most recent stream.

Plonk

A message popped up in the corner. His friend Cassandra.

Rocker Bitch @ 9:01 AM: "What's good dude, been awhile where you been? Hanging out at the mall today, you wanna come?"

"Is that Cass?" Jenny was leaning over his shoulder, resting her arms around his chest in a hug from the rear. "Yeah...that obvious?" He replied. Jenny giggled, resting her head atop his and patting his chest fluff. "She's the only girl on earth who'd name herself 'rocker bitch.'"

"I think she's cool! You know she kinda reminds me of you." The feral playfully nipped at his sister's neck from below.

"Oh, me, huh? Well, yeah, she must be pretty cool then." The feral snickered in agreement. "But you should hang out with your friends," Jen added, "I'm sure they'd love to know you found a mate."

"You don't want me to hang around here today?"

"Well, I do...but I have to stream today anyway. Say hi to Cassie for me?"

Lil Red Foxy @ 9:06 AM: "Sorry about that! Been a bit busy xc sure sounds fun!"

Rocker Bitch @ 9:08 AM: "Sweet, dress sexy. We're gonna turn heads. Bad bitches in town today. omw"

Jenny giggled. "I gotta get my stream up. Have fun. Love you, babe." She left him with a pec on the cheek. "Love you too," the younger and now energized feral replied.

Rivur picked up his casual vest before leaving, and ,of course, giving Jenny one final kiss goodbye. It was a mostly black- uniform looking thing, with a pocket below his front left haunch to store a phone. Equipped with a microphone, specially elongated to fit his feral muzzle. With his vest, all he needed to do to answer his phone was press the green button. Perfect for a quadruped.

Rivur was still pink, though his shine had faded slightly. He walked purposefully to Cassie's old beater of a car. It was a two-seater, rusted and weather worn. The headlights and engine worked, but that was about it. Cassie's black-furred paw waved to him from the lowered window, and she popped the passenger side door open.

Rivur could see her from outside the car, he'd know her face anywhere. Cass, the only other girl beside his sister he was close to. She'd been his friend, or BFF in her words, all through high school. He'd always found himself friendly with wolves and canines. She's worn loose fitting, torn jeans and a tank top that barely seemed to fit. Her sharp muzzle dominated her countenance. Otherwise, she had raven black fur beneath all her punk gear. It looked coarse to the touch.

"Hey Cass!"

"What's good, foxy?"

Rivur hopped into the passenger seat and leaned back into the sun-warmed leather. Now that Cass had her license she was eager to show it off. "Everythings good..."

The heavy, rusted door slammed behind him. "Well aren't you chipper today?" The grungy looking wolfess chuckled, slamming the stick shift into drive and peeling off the curb.

"Grrf- You could say that!" Rivur's forepaws dug into the leather seat for stability.

"Does that mean things went will with Jack?" Cassie's strong canine paws gripped the old wooden steering wheel purposefully. "You know I was a bit worried, you kinda dropped off the radar for a little while."

"Not exactly," Rivur's ears drooped. "Someone else...it was kind of good timing."

"Ohh, tell me about him. What's he like? Is it that football dude from senior year? No, it's Mr Madson right? He was pretty into you."

"The gym teacher? N-no! It's not any of those. And that's the thing," Rivur fidgited nervously. He wasn't going to tell her who it was exactly, there was no chance. He'd take his secret to the grave if he had to. But...on second thought. She was his best friend...maybe he could. "You won't be mad, right?"

The car creaked and crawled to a stop at a red light. Apparently the brakes still worked too. "No, cmon Rivur it's me you're talking about. What's up?" Cassie pet Rivur's back, ruffling his head fuzz a bit. "I'm pretty open minded, ykno"

"Well...I'm actually dating a girl now."

Cass looked at him confused, wondering if she'd just heard him right. "A...girl?" Rivur giggled. He'd come out as gay before and now he was coming out as bi. Life is weird.

"A girl." The feral fox confirmed, the car started up again. "You know Rivur, you've talked to me about alotta things but I never thought this would be one of 'em."

The feral let out a relieved sigh. The warmth of his seat comforted him. "Heh, that's a relief...before a few days ago, neither would I."

Cassie snorted."Totally! Now tell me about her, don't tease. What's she liiiike?" Cassandra kept glancing over to the feral and failing to keep her eyes on the road.

"Oh, she's great...intelligent, driven." His forepaw idly tapped into the leather seat as he went down his list. "Protective. Um...loving, definitely," he continued. "Very affectionate. I love her so much, oh my goodness..."

"The 'L' word already?" Cass jerked the wheel to the left, and had Rivur not been well used to his friend's style of driving he'd ne doubt have been tumbling onto the floor by now. Lucky, his claws extended on instinct, keeping his balance but poking holes into and further ruining her leather upholstery. It's a good think Cassie didn't care. "Hmm, that's not like you Rivur," the she-wolf continued after mentally checking they hadn't driven into someones front yard on accident. "I worry you're falling too hard..."

The car pulled into the mall parking lot at last, saving Rivur from this discussion. He'd slipped up there. Normal couples don't fall in love as fast and easy as his sister and him. He'd have to do better. "Uh, what are we gonna do?" He tried a subject change.

Cass was none the wiser. "I just wanted to chat shit and strut around like the sexy bitches we are. Buy some stuff we don't need, gossip. Things like that."

"Sounds fun! I think I still got some Foundation money to burn."

The North Hill Mall. Relatively expansive for the quaint suburban area it was built just beside. Multiple floors, multiple shops. Polished tile floors, a couple escalators and staircases beside one another. Luckily, they weren't going far. Rivur's friend led him to a small boutique, with white stands and display cases everywhere contrasting with the linoleum from outside.

They spent a while shopping and chattering about local gossip. Though, in all honesty, they were there more to just browse and look cute.. They talked, carefully, about Rivur's girlfriend, Cassandra's parents, what shows they were watching in their free time. Some girl they went to highschool with married a millionaire apparently.

"Hey cass?" Rivur was sat on a concrete bench next to a fountain. A skylight above it lit the place very well. "I was wondering...do you think I could do a show like Jenny? Well not exactly like her but...a show. You know...a naughty one."

Cassandra was eating a burger she picked up from the food court. "Camming?" She chuckled through her full muzzle before loudly swallowing. "I can see you having fun with that. Ykno I remember you enjoyed having an audience at, who was it, Stacy's party? Near the end of senior year."

Happy but also embarrassing memories. Rivur wore a slight blush beneath his pink dyed cheeks. "I may have been a bit of a slut in highschool..." The feral giggled, water-rushing sounds from the fountain luckily hushed their conversation to the ears of any particularly nosey passers-by.

"A bit?" The larger wolf took another bite of her burger. "You were on her couch getting railed by some random dude. Shit was something memorable, I tell you. Right there in front of all of us."

"Okay so a lot of a- Ugh, where are you going with this?" She was teasing him

More snickers, and a deep guttural laugh that only wolves could do. "Nowhere, dude, nowhere. Just saying you might enjoy it. And hell, I'm into it. I'll be your first viewer." Cassandra happily patted him on the head. Her rough-furred paw felt rather nice. "You know that kinda kinky stuff is okay with me...you wanna go look at a camera shop before we leave?"

Rivur nodded, and, after Cassandra finished, off they went.

There was a small electronics store by the entrance. No really professional cameras or such in stock. Just the usual webcams at a max of 1080p but Rivur didn't need anything that was too fancy. On his way out, with a grey bag in his maw, something else caught his eye.

A large case, nearly the size of his head, labelled "360-degrees Camera." Rivur pointed it out to Cass. "Do you really need something that expensive for a job you're just getting into?" Rivur giggled. "It isn't for me, I just figure Jenny could use a kit upgrade like that."

"You are more generous with your sister than I ever could be, gods...how much do you get from the Foundation?" Cassie lifted the surprisingly light thing onto the counter. Rivur gripped his little black and silver card with the 'Q-F' logo on its upper right corner and slid it through the card reader. The cashier raised an eyebrow but otherwise didn't object, "Plehnty." The feral spoke through his teeth, sliding the card safely back inside his vest pocket.

On the ride home, Rivur decided to be a snoop. Cassie was on the phone with her mother so he figured he had some free time. He pulled his phone out, flicked the 4g option on, and tapped on his sister's stream. The audio ran to his headset so there was no chance Cass would hear.

"...ike so. To apply this, again Pomerae just makes top notch stuff you should buy everything they make. Seriously. I'm not sponsored by them but I should be." Jenny's feminine, sultry voice cut through relative silence. Rivur found himself comforted just hearing her speak.

"So, now that we're...looking pretty good." His sister's forepaw was lifted in front of the camera, showing off her freshly painted purple claws. "We're gonna wait for this to dry. Which would usually be your cue to meme at me and shitpost and all that good stuff, but I wanna talk to you guys about something semi-serious today."

Rivur's ears pricked up. His sister continued. "So...I know most of you don't care but I kinda need to get this off my chest." The chat was flooded with multiples of "aww, you can tell us anything!" "we're listening" and "who hurt you!" as well as a couple thousand heart emojis.

"Aww, you guys are too good for me..." She sighed and stretched out, lifting her arms above her head. Those same arms which were holding him as they made out not so long ago. "Well, so I've found out a lot about myself recently. I'll spare you the details, but you guys know how I'm a lesbian right? Not anymore...I now have a boyfriend whom I love very much."

She's talking about him...Rivur sank into his seat with a massive blush on his cheeks, as well as a certain warm feeling in his chest. He felt energized! Like...she was talking about him, he repeated to himself. He felt many things in a short time frame. He felt embarrassment for having eavesdropped, guilt, shame. That was quickly overwritten by how the strong, overwhelming sense of love and...correctness. This felt right. Gone was the sense of naughtiness and taboo indulgence, was it ever even there to begin with? Had he simply imagined it? Regardless, this felt like it was meant to happen. Like some unseen cosmic source had thrown cupid's arrow at him through the window of this beat up two-seater.

"Now, no questions please I won't answer questions about him, I will never bring him on stream with me you can stop asking." Rivur's attention snapped back to his sister, her crowd control skills were on display. "Now, no more questions I'm going to ignore the rest of them. Seriously guys." Things had settled down somewhat, looks like she managed to get a handle on everything.

"My boyfriend is...he's very loyal, and very cute, and I would never ask-" Rivur muted the stream. Anything else she had to say about him he'd hear it from on top of her, with his forelegs wrapped around her hips. But...he had to leave a teasing message. He had heard her say it after all, it wouldn't be good to be keeping secrets.

Rivur @ 9:25 "Oh yes, her boyfriend is very cute^^ Nu worries Jen, these lips are sealed <3"

Kiwi Wuff @ 9:27 "Rivur's on! Hey foxy, are you still pink?"

JxK13 @ 9:28 "Femboy feral spotted, chat is now markedly sexier."

Rivur smiled to himself. No one can say he doesn't make waves, at least. He closed his eyes, shut his phone off and sighed happily. When he got home his sister was in for the ride of her life.

Jenny was just finishing her stream up as she saw Rivur's little comment. Cheeky boy, that one; she'd make sure to return the favour later. For now, there were viewers to corral. "See you soon, Rivur, heh...yes, Rivur has met him, moving on, moving on." A quick deflection and chat was none the wiser.

The vixen was waiting for him at the door, dressed in her usuals, skinny blue jeans and a rather large and comfy white blouse, all casual. She peeked through the window, noticed rivur walking purposefully home with a large grey shopping bag hanging from his muzzle, and a certain familiar rust-bucket of a car driving away behind him. A well-oiled but audible creaking signaled the door opening, Rivur smirked, his ears twitched. "Hello, babe." He tried his very best to sound suave and romantic, he ended sounded like a nervous, squeaky mouse that had a bag in its muzzle.

"Babe?" Jenny shook her head. "Just get in here you goof, before I ruin the moment by rolling around on the floor and laughing myself to tears. You look like you had fun at least."

"Buh." Rivur pushed by his sister, muzzle angled skyward. He turned about, sitting the bag against the nearest wall and dropping it from his muzzle. The wind from the heavy door closing behind nearly caused it to topple. "I'll have you know, Ms McKinny," he plopped his rump down on the floor and smirked with the most adorable faux-suaveness Jenny has ever seen, "that I only court the most...deserving, of females. I bring you gifts and glad tidings, my love."

Were it only possible for her eyes to roll from her sockets she'd be blind, Jenny thought. Still yet, she found his little display of masculinity incredibly endearing."Oh, Mr McKinny," Jenny affected the typical 'southern belle' accent. "Why I do declare that no man has courted me so thoroughly before!"

Rivur swapped to a thicker, fake southern accent. "Well, Ms, I must say I do find your lovely abode to be very welcoming indeed. It feels like home already!" The male's chest puffed, his muzzle proudly jutted outward!

They stared at each other for a couple seconds, Jenny with her paws on her hips, chest outward, eyes wide and Rivur looking absolutely regal and handsome sitting up like that. Then they started giggling. Rivur was the one to break character first. His head shook and his eyes rolled at himself. His more natural, feminine tone spiked between the giggles. Jenny simply shook her head, let herself slide down the wall, and met her lover's eyes, her brother's eyes, once more. She crossed her legs and sighed contentedly. "You know, they say longing makes the heart grow fonder...I missed you, foxy."

The male stepped over her legs, and pressed his nose right to hers. He smiled, she blushed ever so slightly. "I'd say it's more firm than fond right now," his whispered breath hot against her neck. The very thick lust his voice embodied made Jen's legs quiver with anticipation. "Could you uh, cop a quick feel now and we can- if you're ready, I mean?"

The vixen planted a smooch on her lover's lips and chuckles. "Oh, yes. We're completely safe now," Jenny's gentle paw-hands wandered Rivur's coat, touching him, feeling along his chest fuzz, his four legs...sneaking below to cup his sheathe. The male gasped, his eyes closed. Yes, yes.

"Oh, you're right!" Jenny giggles, shifting her legs below her lover. "Oh it is so...firm, Rivur." She kept her gentle hold, never squeezing too hard. The male in question never made eye contact, but Jenny could see, and feel, that he was loving this.

Rivur's length was protected by his furry sheath, a rather average six-inch sized one. More to the point, Jenny could feel it getting harder and harder the longer she held. That little, special bone that canid males have. It felt so hot in her grip, it was getting hard. She nearly squealed when she saw his red tip poking through it, dripping with masculine excitement. She licked her lips instinctually. Her muzzle inched downward, just inside the ear of her favourite male. "Are you ready? I am."

They didn't even have time to get up the stairs.

Rivur fell on his sister, as if a primal switch had been flicked. Youthful curiosity and the adult need to satisfy embraced one another, mixing in a heady, delightful cocktail of unabashed lust. He gripped his sister's jeans by the button, burying his vulpine nose into her belly fur. She squealed "Rivur!" He was not deterred.

He almost seemed hungry for her. Rivur's pawing and nuzzling into his sister's crotch was so delightfully lewd to her. She'd stopped trying to get him to wait, leaning back on her elbows against the stairs and allowing him to sniff where he may. He took a few glances upward mid-nuzzle, perhaps making sure she was still enjoying it.

Her tongue was hanging from her muzzle, panting like a feral dog. And...oh! The delightful scent of feminine arousal reached Rivur's cute, black nose. His whisker's twitched. She was definitely still enjoying it.

"Gods, you're insatiable..." Jenny felt like a slut, laying against the staircase and having a feral nosing into her crotch. But she was loving it, gods was she loving it! Her brother was being driven on instinct, just, his natural drive to mount. Her knees were weak from this simple display.

Rivur seemed to get fed up with the button, and turned to eye his sister, his head tilted. He plopped down on his fluffy rump, pink-furred sheathe on full display, complete with just the slightest bit of red poking from the tip. Jenny had to fight the urge to say 'good boy.'

She found herself in quite possibly the sexiest position she's ever been in. All she'd have to do is unbutton her jeans, and let her brother have his way with her. Her feral, four-legged brother, currently staring into her eyes and waiting very patiently for her to do just that.

"No." Jenny teased, her voice cut through the silence of the room, amid the relative quiet of Rivur's fluffy tail wagging like a happy puppy."Sit there and watch." Her uncovered hindpaw bapped his nose gently and playfully. Rivur blinked.

The male was confused, his wagging ceased, his ears perked. "Wha?" Then, she started to undress. The vixen gripped her shirt by the neck and yoinked upward. She wore no bra. Her pert,c-cup breasts were the first to be exposed. Rivur immediately started wagging again. She had beautiful golden-orange fur, more so than the typical red fox thanks to her extensive attention to her own beautiful details and veritable armoury of beauty products filling up her bathroom. Her furry mounds were covered in the softest fur on her body, Rivur knew that from experience, and were capped with cute black nips.

"Oh," Rivur mouthed happily. He licked his lips as those beautiful, dainty hands of hers unclasped the button of her jeans, and she made the cute little 'shimmy-shimmy' motions two-leggars make when they're sliding out of their clothes.

Jen dropped her jeans to her ankles and showed off her long and lovely legs. She lifted one high above his head, posing like she was a pinup model. Rivur watched in awe. The same beautiful orange, noticeably softer at her thighs, ending in cute digitrade hindpaws. She was wearing dark purple panties. "You're beautiful, Jen," Rivur managed, exasperatedly.

"Mmh!" His compliment sent a delightful shiver down her spine. "I have to say, showing my body off to a boy with a boner like this is kinda hot."

"I'll say..." The boy in question gulped.

One of the vixen's hindpaws tapped into the carpeted floor impatiently. Rivur noticed she was staring at his crotch. He'd long since gotten properly hard, his full vulpine cock was on display, minus the knot, sticking proudly into the air.

Suddenly, Jen shifted, getting up onto all fours and crawling over to Rivur until she was nose-to-black nose with him. Their emerald eyes met one another. "Are you just gonna sit there and wave that thing around, or are you gonna mount me, my love?"

Rivur's animalistic confidence vanished in an instant. He'd been so sure earlier, so eager to take the reigns, and now his sister was the one leading. "L-love?"

Jenny leaned forward, pressing her nose to Rivur's, mimicking a feral mating ritual. "I love you, Rivur. I love you and I want you, and I don't give a damn who knows it."

"I love you too." Rivur was quick to respond. "In the same way, as a mate, even. As a biped mate." Both of their voices were hushed, as if they were scared the walls may be listening in.

"Mate," Jenny repeated, her voice the same hushed tone. Rivur blinked, but Jenny's eyes were closed. He could just feel her breath against his nose. His heart raced. "Rivur," she started, after the silence of the foyer had long settled in, "I think I'm finished with foreplay."

Rivur gave his girl a quick pec to the cheek. He'd never mounted anyone before, let alone a woman, let alone a bipedal woman, but damn it he was going to try. "Hold still," was the only command he gave.

His sister had a gorgeous ass. Rounded perfectly, with orange and beautiful fur. The only problem was that it was somewhat obscured by a thin, purple piece of fabric between her fuzzy cheeks. The male gripped it between his teeth, and pulled downward pushing his nose slightly into her lower lips all the while.

Jenny's breathing was shallow, her claws were extended, digging into the carpet. She gasped! Her brother's cold nose poking into her entrance came as a shock. "Rivur, be-" The male cleared his throat. "I'll be careful, just relax Jen. I can do this."

Rivur was larger than most feral foxes, thanks to his father having two legs; he had no problems wrapping his forelegs around his sister's midsection. He fell on her with the loud 'oomph' of fur hitting fur.

He shifted above his sister, angling and curling his spine in every which way to find the most comfortable spot. Luckily, by bracing against her calf with one of his hindpaws, Rivur found the perfect angle. His vulpine cock length, already dripping with pre and rock hard from the anticipation, found her entrance.

"Rivur! Nnh- Oh gods. Oh gods..." Jenny moaned, but she held herself still. "Okay, okay, I'm ready."

"I love you." Rivur whispered one final time.

"I love- aipe!" He hilted himself in one hump, the feral's length buried completely in his sister's sodden entrance. Gods, it was hot. His cock felt like it was on fire to the poor vixen, she nearly cried in pleasure. Rivur was caught off guard by his lover's scream. "Jen, are you okay?" He stopped his humping, his tail slumped behind him.

She panted a moment. "It...feels ugh. Give me a minute."

Rivur was happy to let her adjust, though every bone in his body cried with the instinctual desire to rut away. "Tell me when."

Jenny took one of Rivur's forepaws in her hand and squeezed tightly. "I didn't think it would hurt," she whispered.

The pair stayed in this position for a time, letting the tight vixen adjust as needed. Rivur kept nuzzling into the back of her neck and whispering sweet nothings along the lines of how much he loved her.

"Okay," Jen panted. "Start again, but be gentle."

Rivur's spine curled in and out, slowly and methodically. His sister's grip on his forepaw never loosened. His length glided into and out of her lower lips. She was so, so fucking tight. Her pussy held a vice like grip on his tender length, and it felt amazing. She squeezed him in all the right places, as if her body itself was returning his love.

"Rivur," she whispered, "fuck it, go faster."

His metaphorical eyebrow raised, but Rivur happily complied. He fell into rhythmic, but unpracticed humps. Once every couple seconds, aided by standing on his sister's calves, his cock prodded her depths. Again and again. Fox cock met vulpine pussy as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Rivur's instincts guided him. They told him this felt good, this was natural. He was just a male mounting a female, the most normal sex possible. No odd kinks indulged, no baggage, just a man and a woman making love to one another.

Who gives a damn if they're brother and sister?

"Rivur!" More and more, Jenny was moaning beneath her lover. Her inner walls clenched and held his length tightly to her. "I want you to tie me."

The male chuckled a throaty laugh. "Gonna," he responded simply.

Rivur gently nipped his sister by the neck, and picked up his pace once more. His thrusting became more animalistic, less measured. He was positively rutting her now. Loud, lewd slapping sounds of flesh on flesh and fur on fur filled the foyer.

Even without the audible cues, Jenny was noticeably wetter. She'd begun pressing back to meet his humps and moaning louder. Suddenly, Rivur felt contractions around his length, Jenny's back arched and her muzzle angled to the side. "F-fuuuck..." She moaned, a soft and almost shameful sounding moan into the carpet. Rivur momentarily slowed his rapid humps. Did she just...?

"Don't stop!"

Her words cut through the air and spurred Rivur to action. He gave in. His rough humps turned completely instinctual, rapid and unguided. Jenny's moans mixed with Rivur's and the wet sounds of sex that now dominated their home.

"I'm gonna-"

"Inside me."

Rivur slammed his hips home, his forming knot was pressing into his sister's pussy lips more and more, bulging his sheathe with need.

"I love you."

The grip on his forepaw tightened.

"I love you too."

Rivur thrust forward, hard enough that he scooted his sister along the carpet a couple inches, and slammed his knot into her. Jenny had seen it before, she'd tasted it even, she knew what she was getting into.

Even so, she screamed in climax for the second time in thirty minutes as his vulpine prick locked him to her in the most intimate way. Jenny held her tummy, leaned forward and whined the cutest, pleasurable whine Rivur had ever heard.

He rested atop her back, one of his forepaws patting along her neck. Rivur loved this, he relished this feeling. Even if he was only on top of his sister, he felt as though he were on top of the world. Her pussy squeezed his knot so well it felt like she was trying to milk him of his seed.

Jenny was in ecstasy. She'd never been knotted before, a month ago she never thought she would be. But gods, this was the greatest feeling on the planet. She could feel her brother's heartbeat through his length, timed with the periodic spurts of hot vulpine spunk filling her from his delicious knot.

They were so close, now literally locked together. She'd have it no other way. Fuck this 'oh, they're brother and sister it's so wrong blah my sensibilities' bullshit. She'd found the love of her life and she planned on keeping him.

"So" Jenny's voice reverberated off the quiet walls of her and Rivur's room. "Does the camera, like...hook into the laptop?...Or do I need a cord or something?" The vixen was fiddling with her PC setup, bent over her desk and giving any voyeuristic foxes quite the view. Fox booty filling out blue jeans, always a lovely sight. Yes, Rivur was a very lucky man. Mmh, her curves too...and that tail, swaying from left to right, accentuating her-

"Rivur!"

"Right! Uh..." He had to be very careful. His forepaws weren't meant for holding things, but he could at least turn the pages of a book if it were laid beneath him. Now, he was flipping through the instruction manual.

"I'm not a very tech-savvy person Jen, I don't even have thumbs to plug things into other things!" He joked. "Uh let's see here...says you gotta plug it into...what am I looking at, a squid on a tricycle? Come over here I don't even know how to describe this thing."

Jenny moaned an exaggerated "uuuuugh" and skipped over to the bed. "So that's...yeah okay simple enough." She scooped up the equipment and happily jogged back to her desk.

Rivur crossed his fores and watched her work on getting the camera installed. She was the tech person in their family, the poor feral couldn't make hide nor hair of that. They joked and made small talk and soon it was done. Jenny flopped onto the bed all satisfied with her handiwork.

"Hey," Rivur nudged his sister, "can we talk a minute?"

Jenny flicked her ears and nodded. "What's up?"

"So...I was thinking, last night," The feral laid himself over her, resting his foxy muzzle atop his sister's. "When we were intimate, you know."

"I do know, yes" Jenny patted along his back, trailing her gentle vixen hands through his beautiful fur.

The feral fox scooted himself down his lover, laying his muzzle on her chest, his little hinds propped up on either side of her thighs. Despite being an excellent lover, his sister made one heluva comfy bed besides."It just made me really happy," he continued, "and I'd like to keep doing it. So, well, I should just say it. I want to be public about this."

"Public?" Jenny started, "That's...uh-"

"I misworded!" Rivur interrupted, "I meant to say was, I don't wanna be- I don't wanna be made to feel ashamed of you. So, I'm not so conceited as to ask you to end your career for me, but I was maybe thinking we could do something to allow us some more alone time in the future? Ugh It's complicated." Down, he nuzzled into his sister's chest again, relishing the feel of her body against his. Even this simple act of affection felt so nice.

"What are you saying? I'm not saying no but, what are you asking exactly?" Jenny's hand took hold of Rivur's forepaw and gave it a squeeze.

"Well, the problem is that we have to worry about one of your fans or one of my friends recognizing us right? Well what if we moved away to like, a country house or something? We could spend the day on the porch and we'd never have to hide our affection outside and we could take walks together holding tails and we could," as he spoke, Rivur's eyes grew brighter. He was so, so darn excited. Just by proxy he was starting to get Jenny into the idea. The possibilities! Romantic nights under the stars, cuddling by a stream. Just them.

"And I've never been swimming before and we could do that together, and I've always-" Like the demure love interest in a movie, Jenny raised her finger to Rivur's lips in a 'shush.' "It's a big step," she interrupted. "Probably the biggest one we could ever make. I mean, we'd need to find a house with decent WiFi for me but far enough in the sticks to do something like that." Rivur's ears lowered, he seemed to shrink just a tad. "It's gonna be difficult, not to mention expensive. We might have to move like halfway across the country to find a house like that.That's even if one exists. It will be difficult, Rivur." The poor fox was confronted with the reality of the situation, in no uncertain terms.

He'd been so excited. "I understand," the male nuzzled into his lover's leg, "I guess I just-"

"Difficult, Rivur." Jen interjected. "It won't be impossible, I'll have to look for it. I'm sure something exists somewhere," and just like that Rivur was back to wagging his tail like a maniac and excitedly nuzzling against his lover.

"...but are you sure you want that, Rivur? Leaving your friends behind for me? I'm a shut-in. I don't have many ties here. But you have people who'll miss you. I just don't want this to be an impulsive decision." "It's not," the smaller feral returned, "I have given this quite a bit of thought. I love my friends but I can't, I don't want to lie about you. You know? I guess..I mean...you're really important to me. It's hard to explain."

Two womanly hands gripped Rivur by the rump and scooted him upward, all but forcing his muzzle to meet his sister's, locking the pair in a slightly racy but otherwise love-filled smooch. "I love you, Rivur." Jen broke the kiss after a moment, her green eyes locked to her lover's, to her brother's.

"I love you too...so much." Their muzzles rubbed softly against one another, like a particularly fuzzy swordfight of smooches. "Does this mean we're gonna do it then?"

Jenny let her head flop back onto the bed. She smiled upward to no one in particular...and planned. Perhaps she could just buy a plot of land somewhere, if people still did that. Somewhere in Alberta, maybe, where it's really...really rural. Or maybe she could get lucky and find a little house that was perfect for them. Decisions, decisions...

"Oh yeah, we're doing it."

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