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Shekh didn't really know what to expect when Asiri picked him up from the airport that Friday morning, as he never did. So many things had changed in so many years, and every time the two got the chance to see each other, something else had happened or something shifted into - or out of - place between them: last time he had come up to visit she had only touched him in the time it took to greet him and then hug him goodbye at the end of the weekend, and then the last time she had come down to visit him...

He swallowed and tried to refocus his attention on his dinner, able to feel the other striped hyena watching him from across the table. They had each gotten steak, hers rare and his medium-rare - and throughout the dinner she had repeatedly reached forward and snatched his fries, one at a time, until he hardly had a handful left to himself. That was alright, though. Mixed nerves and excitement had served to dampen his appetite somewhat. There was something else he'd rather taste, as Asiri certainly knew. Her glimmering eyes told him that, and the way she stretched her legs out underneath the table to just barely run her footpaws up against his ankles, and the way she flicked her tongue out whenever she went to take another sip of her drink.

He hadn't known what to expect, but it hadn't been what she'd shown him upon his arrival. For the three days leading up to his flight he hadn't been able to get thoughts of her out of his head, most of them spurred on by the rather evocative and explicit texts - and, a couple times, the pictures - she had sent him describing all the things she'd like to do to him after the months they had been apart.

I'm gonna tie you down and ride your muzzle until I'm satisfied. I'm gonna tease that cock of yours until you're begging to cum. I'll get that nice toy I got for myself a while back and treat you to the same thing I did last time I visited. Didn't you say you wanted me to mark you, too? Big brother begging for a taste of his little sister? Shekh, baby, you're gonna whine, I'm gonna-

He certainly hadn't expected her to greet him at the airport with a sensible hug and nuzzle and the softest, most pleasant hey, I missed you he'd ever heard from her. He hadn't expected her to ask what he wanted to do during the day; hadn't expected her to bring him to the mall to go shopping; hadn't expected her to treat him to both lunch and now, a couple of hours later, dinner.

Lunch had been burgers, and that was when what he had_expected first started. First she had slid her paws into his pockets from behind while standing in line, surreptitiously sliding in towards his front... and then she followed him down the hall and around the corner just outside the bathrooms, and in about twelve seconds managed to get him worked up so he had to wait another minute or so to do what he had gone to do. Then after that they had gone to a bookstore, where he had gotten the second book in a fantasy series that he'd been meaning to start; Asiri, meanwhile, spent her time in a corner flipping through a book titled _How To Make His Dick Fall Off In 5 Easy Steps. She didn't buy it, though did leave with a little handbook on gardening that Shekh hadn't seen her pay for.

After that had been a stop by, of course, a sex shop further downtown. That was where the teasing had really begun in force, with her convincing the attendants that they were, in fact, boyfriend and girlfriend instead of brother and sister, and easily asserting that she was mainly the dom and top in the relationship.

Which was true. They showed them around the strap-on harnesses and toys, the toys that could optionally attach to a harness, those that were outfitted for a machine, those that were intended for discreet public play. The collars and leashes - she had him try on a few, each one tighter than the last - and handcuffs, the paddles... the lube. There was even a sample they let her try, and for the first twenty or so minutes here at dinner Shekh had to continually readjust how he sat due to the lingering sticky wetness beneath his tail, where she pressed two fingers to test out that sample. The attendants had watched and grinned as Shekh squirmed and gasped, and pushed back against the paw that had worked its way into the back of his pants.

"Are you gonna finish that?"

The older hyena blinked and, yet again, refocused himself. Asiri pointed at the remains of his steak with her fork, a roast potato stuck on the end. He glanced down at his own plate, frowned, then looked back up at her.

"Um. Yeah, I - well... we can take it home, right?"

Glittering eyes flashed up at him. Asiri leaned in, poked at a bit of his steak with her fork, and after some wiggling managed to pry it free from the rest. "What's that?" she said, holding it up towards her mouth; "pushing your dinner aside so you can get to dessert? Didn't Mom teach you to eat everything on your plate?"

Shekh squirmed and looked away. That had picked up as the day went on, too: her little quips and veiled the suggestions, the sayings and sentences that might have been innuendo yet didn't have to be. His sister smirked at his discomfort, as always, and then continued as though nothing had happened.

Within another fifteen minutes the two were back on the road heading back to her house, the sun just starting to dip down near the horizon. Shekh clutched the box of food in his lap, feeling the lopsided weight of the half of his steak pushed to one side to make space for the remaining fries... and also feeling the slow drip of some of the juice onto his thigh. When they finally got to Asiri's the younger hyena laughed at him, leaning in close to his groin to get a closer look.

As usual he hadn't brought much with him, with most of his clothes shoved into a suitcase he had had since his childhood - Asiri had a matching one, though in a different color - and his other things in the backpack that had still managed to hold together since he had bought it in high school, so many years ago. She'd had a matching one of those, too, those hers had fallen apart. She helped him get unpacked, which just consisted of rolling his suitcase into the living room and pulling his laptop and the book he was currently reading out of that backpack. Upon returning from the bathroom Shekh found her sprawled across the couch trying to get into his laptop, since she claimed she wanted to see what kind of porn he was looking at these days.

"What makes you think I have porn on there?" he asked, heart in his throat. Not like it mattered, really, with what the two of them had shared.

"You're a boy." She paused, thought for a moment, and then typed in something else. A second later Shekh could see the screen change in her eyes, and he face lit up. "Of course you have porn on here. I found it on the family desktop back at home... oh, come on, Shekh. You even named the folder the same thing on here? When was the last time you were even in a D&D game?"

He had to swipe his laptop out of her grip and found that she had indeed discovered his folder, and had gotten about a quarter of the way through it. Glaring at his sister, Shekh closed his laptop and placed it back onto the table by the couch. Asiri watched him, amusement in those sharp eyes, then shrugged and rose to her feet. Yet again this simple movement reminded him just how much had changed in the years since things had picked up between them: even being the younger of the siblings, Asiri still stood noticeably taller than Shekh, to the point where he felt he had to take a step back. And he did.

"I'm gonna go shower," she said, and slid past him. That close he had to feel the warmth of her body and her scent briefly curling around him, the same that had lingered on the other pillow in his bedroom back home for a couple of days after her last visit - and, knowing just what these two things did to her brother, Asiri tossed a smirk over her shoulder at him. "And I'm gonna leave the bathroom door unlocked and very slightly ajar, so if you need to pee and you end up getting an eyeful-"

"Oh my God." Shekh pushed her between the shoulders, causing her to stumble forwards and laugh, and then pulled his laptop right back over to him once he lowered himself down to the couch. "Go away. I'll be here."

What does she want from me? he thought, eyeing her backside as she disappeared around the corner. Treating me like an actual family member when I get here, buying me lunch and dinner both, and now teasing me just like usual... does she want me to be the one to make the move this time? Even though she knows how nervous it still makes me?

That last thought made the older hyena scoff to himself. He lay back on the couch, pulling his laptop further up his chest. Idly he looked through the pictures in the folder, then closed out of it.

Of course she would. That's exactly the kind of thing she'd do. I'm not gonna do it, though. She'll just take her shower, waiting for me like all those years ago, and she'll be disappointed.

Naturally, though, he couldn't keep his thoughts from wandering a bit, as they had done ceaselessly for these past few days. Thoughts equally indulgent and guilty, making him squirm with arousal as much as nervousness... all these years and he still hadn't fully come to terms with it, with the knowledge that that is my goddamn sister, and yet he still ended up bucking into his paw, clawing at the covers, spraying across his belly and chest with her in his head.

It took him some time to realize that his laptop screen had gone dark during the time he had spent thinking. Grumbling to himself, and adjusting the way it sat on his lap so that it wouldn't squeeze down on the sudden stiffness there, he tried to look back to whatever it was he had been trying to do.

Asiri returned from the shower some time later, rubbing at her muzzle with a towel. Shekh immediately looked up at her, and then just as quickly looked away on seeing her totally naked from the waist down - though on second glance, and third and fourth and fifth, he realized that she just wore black panties which blended in with the swirling stripes along her soft white fur, sticking up in places from the dampness. She padded further out into the living room, during which Shekh realized that she wore no bra beneath the shirt she had put on: the stripes continued beneath there, vaguely visible through the thin white fabric. He followed the swirl of the one striped over and over her left breast, centering in at her nipple. Her piercings, too, showed through the fabric.

"Well," she said, dropping the towel to rest it over her shoulders, "I think it's about time to get ready for bed."

"Already? Isn't it a bit early?"

"We had a full, fun day of walking around. I'm tired." Asiri padded up towards the couch and stood there, her position allowing Shekh to glance up beneath her shirt... she motioned for him to stand. "Up."

"Huh?" He did so, again putting his laptop on the table. "Why?"

Asiri moved before answering, immediately closing the distance between them. She slid her fingers beneath the hem of his shirt and started pulling it up his body, running the backs of her paws in along his belly and chest as she went; when he lifted his arms he couldn't help but shiver with the feeling of her turning her grip, to squeeze along his sides.

"Because," she answered, voice softer. In another moment she tossed his shirt to the side and dropped her paws to the button of his fly, looking down at him. "We've gotta get you ready, too. I already am. Now it's your turn."

So that was her game, then, he realized, briefly hooking his thumbs into his pockets. Asiri smirked, popped the button free, and then deftly drew his zipper down, her other paw gripping the waist of his jeans to start pushing them down his legs. Take me by surprise and tease me half the day, making me wonder if anything's gonna happen, and then...

Neither of them needed to look to know what the closeness had done to the older hyena. He knew without a doubt that Asiri had felt it, in the little twitch and throb against the back of her paw when she dropped his pants down his legs. Shekh swallowed and sighed, tilting his muzzle back and letting his eyes flutter shut: sure enough he next felt his sister slide her fingers beneath the elastic of his boxers, starting in at his hips and coming in towards the center. Short claws brushed through pubic fur, fingerpads touched against the back of his twitching shaft... a soft smirk puffed out against his muzzle and she tugged those down, too, making sure to squeeze his length between her paws as she went. He shivered again and opened his eyes, taking the moment to step out of his fallen pants and underwear-

-and before he could do anything else Asiri leaned in, planted a kiss to his cheek, and turned to head back down the hall.

"Night, Shekh," she called, with a wave of her paw. Confused, the older hyena frowned after her.

"Do you - want me to... come with y-"

"What? No." She glanced back at him, leaning against the wall. "Of course not. The guest room's full of crap, so you'll be sleeping here on the couch." The black-and-white hyena lingered there for a moment as though thinking, then smiled sweetly at her brother across the room. "Night."

And she was gone, leaving Shekh standing there with his still-hard cock twitching and confusion and frustration bubbling in his head. He waited until he heard her bedroom door down the hall closing, and then sighed and lay back down on the couch. He was tired after the events of the day, sure, but he hadn't started thinking about bedtime anyway, and besides - now there were hundred other things in his head.

The hyena looked down over himself, sighed, found a more comfortable position on the couch, and slid a paw down to lift his shaft away from his body. Fingers wrapped, thumb squeezed, slow stroke forward and back... he swallowed and closed his eyes, trying to let those thoughts and scenarios take shape and wrap around him.

No, he thought, sliding into the same scenario he'd enjoyed on the flight in: Asiri straddling his lap, bringing his head in between her breasts, running her paws down his shoulders, motioning him down to take that swirl-marked nipple between his lips so that he could play his tongue over the piercing, over the soft skin... That's her game, then. She'll make me squirm and writhe and work myself up, and in a few minutes I'll hear her down the hall or get a text or something. 'Where are you?' she'll ask, 'Why aren't you in here? I've got a pussy that needs eating'.

_ _

Or something just as vulgar. He swallowed again and slid his other arm behind his head, lifting his hips up into his grip. In that moment he let his mind drift away from that first scenario to one following his thoughts, with those firm black-and-white striped thighs spread around his head, as they had been so many times before. He imagined her heat and scent tickling his nose, the dampness of her lips on his, the trickling slickness clinging to the fur of his muzzle when he dug his tongue in and dragged it up.

Actually, on the plane, he had had to excuse himself to the bathroom to take care of things so that the thoughts wouldn't return. And it worked, for about fifteen minutes. Tonight he let himself indulge those thoughts, letting them play out and rewind again and again, thinking through when she had last come down to visit him and what they had done then, and then going over everything she claimed she would do to him here... before long he could feel his peak building up and approaching. The hyena gritted his teeth and pulled himself up on the couch, forcing himself to slow his paw; he slid it down to his base and squeezed there, waiting for the tingling imminence to die back down, then brushed his fingers up along his shaft again. That just brought it right back and for a moment he thought he had pushed himself too far - until just a spurt of slick liquid pre burst from his tip and rolled down his head, glistening in the wan light from the single kitchen light that had been left on.

Shekh's laptop had long since gone to sleep. Shaft still in his paw, he reached over with his other and tapped at the touchpad, to no response. So, grumbling, he slid his phone from the table, turned it on, blinked against the bright light in the growing darkness of the room... some twenty-five minutes had passed since Asiri had gone to bed, and Shekh still lay with exactly the same problem as when she had bid him good night.

Finally he drew his paw away from himself, letting his shaft twitch along the fur of his belly. He adjusted how he lay on the couch, rested his head against the arm, looked up at the ceiling, sighed... and then, after another moment, sat up and paused where he stood. One more glance at his phone told him that she had not sent a text inviting him in - which means, he resolved, she's gotta be waiting for me anyway? That's exactly the kind of thing she'd do. And I bet she doesn't think I will. Well, I'll just...

Slowly, carefully, he made his way across the room and from there into the hall. He paused at the threshold, keeping his ears perked for any sounds: there was the wind outside and the occasional noise of a car going by, but other than that, nothing that would hint his sister might still be awake. It had been a while since he had last been here, but still he remembered the layout: there was the bathroom as the first door on the left, then the guest room just past and across from it... then around the next corner the master bedroom.

Concentration had made his arousal die down, but the want and interest still pulsed in his chest. He swallowed when he had made to the end of the hall, again lifting his ears. It hadn't taken long for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, and back here he could see that Asiri had left her door just slightly open - which Shekh of course took as a sign that his assumption had been right. Spurred on by bolstered confidence, tail wagging behind him, he licked his lips and pushed into her room, making sure to almost shut the door behind him.

And there she lay, belly-down on the bed, the bare sheet pulled up to her shoulder and the soft blanket halfway up her body, with nothing else. Shekh paused again in his approach, trying to listen for her breathing: slow, steady, low. She was indeed asleep. His confidence faltered for a second there - did I wait too long? - but then he thought about what she would do to him had their positions been switched, and threw those thoughts to the wind.

The bed creaked only slightly when he climbed up onto it, careful not to press his paws or knees in against her. Asiri had her mouth slightly ajar with her breathing, and every now and then she shifted how she lay; one of these movements caused the sheet to roll down her arm a bit, showing the beginning of another dark stripe.

Should I really be doing this? Shekh thought, pausing above her. He half-raised his paw, stopped, lowered it back down... raised it again and slid his fingers beneath the edge of the sheet, feeling the heat of her body. I mean, she might not be... or, well, I could... maybe she's... but she would absolutely do this to me. She has. Besides, with a smirk as much for his own benefit as anything else, I'm her older brother. I've gotta give her a hard time every now and then, right?

The younger hyena wriggled a little bit when the blankets pulled away from her but stayed in place. Shekh swallowed again as he drew them away, shifting so that he could pull them down past his legs. He looked down over her again, across the thin shirt that rose up over the stiff fur of her mane which poked out underneath, in the space between the hem and her tail... and then the also-thin panties there hugging tight along the smooth curve of her rump.

Smooth... soft. The male sat back on his ankles, still careful not to put his weight on her, and after a moment of consideration dropped his paw to rest along that soft rump. Her tail gave a small swish, brushing up along his wrist and then over to the side - so he brought his other paw down as well to rest along the other side of her tail, pressing into soft flesh through softer fur, squishing in. From there he easily slid his thumbs up beneath the strap of her panties and started to pull those down, too, the black stripe of fabric sliding gently over cream-white fur.

Instead of drawing those all the way down as well, though, he left them halfway down her thighs and adjusted himself again, this time lowering down so that he could run his nose along the line of her mane leading down towards her tail. Shekh breathed in her scent and felt his arousal start to return, twitching, throbbing: one paw remained on her rump while the other eased in beneath her tail, gentle fingers searching, finding the sharp slick heat, drawing up a bit, brushing across the puckered rim of her tailhole. He pressed the pad of his thumb against there and felt a twitch in response, then did so again - and continued lowering his muzzle down, angling his head to place kiss after kiss into her fur.

A kiss to the side of her mane, a kiss to the base, a kiss to the top of her tail... a kiss to the side, a kiss to the base. Shekh brought his thumbs again and spread his sister, pads coming in close to that ridged skin, the soft flesh of her lips also slightly spread just below. He kissed right there, too, right along the underside of her tail, his lower lip brushing across that twitching muscle - and then he sat back up to take in the sight.

The last three or four times he had asked if he could do this Asiri had been quite firm in her response, and as such... so, then,_he resolved, _why don't I indulge myself a little? She's already gonna punish me, so...

Another push of his hips backward, another squeeze of his paws on her rump, another kiss beneath her tail... and then one just slightly lower, lips pressing against that pucker of skin. Shekh closed his eyes and trailed his tongue in along her tailhole amid the kiss, swirling around, running over those ridges of skin right where the fur began, then drew it back in, kissed again, dug into the center. He could feel her muscles tense and twitch in response, and then again when he drew his tongue up across her tailhole - and again, and again.

Yet again the hyena slid his tongue back into his maw, and this time let a glob of saliva drop and roll down her rear, trickling along the wrinkles and folds of skin and flesh. This time when he dove down he slid his tongue along her sex before coming up, again circling around her tailhole, pressing in, poking against the squeezing muscles, wriggling in. The younger hyena breathed a soft sigh at that and squirmed where she lay, also squeezing around his tongue; Shekh let a little chuckle puff out through his nose and dug in more firmly, paws tightly gripping her rear as he did so.

By now he had fully worked himself back up, and once he had gotten his muzzle into a satisfactory position for his hungry lapping, he slid a paw back down to squeeze and stroke at his length again. Asiri shifted with his movement, her body unconsciously responding to the pleasure: her rump lifted and her hips pushed back against his muzzle, so Shekh further reciprocated and swirled his tongue in further, deeper, still occasionally drawing it back to swallow, and drip more drool onto her, and - and refresh her taste in his mouth and the back of his throat, scent overwhelming, her arousal starting to sharpen as well.

He couldn't resist. Shekh swallowed once more, planted another kiss right against the other hyena's tailhole, to which it responded with a twitch and clench. He drew back, licked his lips, brought his thumbs in again to spread her... and smiled at the way that ring of muscle remained slightly parted, after the teasing from his intruding tongue. With a slight, careful adjustment so as not to wake her, he lifted Asiri's hips further up - her tail flopped limp to the side - and then leaned back in, this time pressing his lips to hers and drawing her familiar scent in through his nose. One paw remained in place with the other went back to his cock, but in another moment he had brought it up to his maw; he pursed his lips and spat into his paw and then spread that over himself, returning to continue the treatment he had given her tailhole, only a few inches lower.

This time he could definitely feel the response in her sleeping body, in the slight clenching, the pushing, the shivering that worked its way up her back. A soft moan made its way out through her maw, and she slid one arm in beneath the pillow while the other lightly pressed against the mattress for a moment, before falling limp again. Shekh waited a moment, watching, then slid his paw down her thigh, lifted her up further, slid his tongue in along her once more... and then pulled himself up behind her, scooting forward between her spread legs on his knees.

Panting softly, he pushed all of the remaining doubt out of his head and came forward, lining his hard shaft up with where his tongue had just been. The heat of her body, the slickness and moisture only accentuated by his own saliva... he shivered, sighed, drew in a breath, held it, and pushed forward, touching his tip to that soft, warm flesh. A little pulse from his hips, a push forward, a brief adjustment with his thumb, another push - and that wet heat started to wrap around him, pushing back, squeezing gently, coaxing-

Then, suddenly, the sound of claws drawing along fabric, a surprised intake of breath, and a shifting from the hyena on her belly in front of him. Sharp eyes suddenly glittered at him in the darkness of the room.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Stunned at first, Shekh couldn't think of anything to say. Then, though, her legs squeezed on his, threatened to flip him- "I was - just-" And then he was the one on the bed, on his back staring up at his sister atop him. She looked fierce in the darkness of the room, muzzle curled in a scowl, mane unkempt. She reached back and picked her panties off of her thighs, dragging them down off of one leg. "I thought you were - asleep-"

"I was." Still those legs squeezed, this time around his hips; Asiri scooted back and lifted up so that she could angle her brother's still-hard cock down against herself. Slowly, teasingly, she grinded her hips forward and back against it, running his length between her lips. "Until I felt a warm goddamn hyena nose pressing against my asshole. I thought I'd let you have your fun, and then you started - to..." Here she lifted up again, tilting his length down just a bit further. Yet again Shekh the wet heat started to press down on and around him; he tilted his head back against the pillow, letting a soft sigh out through clenched teeth. "...go a little too far..."

Carefully he rested his paws on her thighs, trying to ease her down further. "So," he said, also through clenched teeth, "you've decided to keep on going?"

Yet again Asiri flashed her glare at him - and then her mask faltered for a moment beneath a warm shiver rippling up through her, as she pressed down on him. "No, I'm - taking it into my own hands."

Shekh gave a thrust upwards, squeezing a gasp from both of them. "Is that what you call this?"

"No..."

Then Asiri did the same, but in the other direction. Shekh felt himself press down into the mattress and then bounce back up, the tight heat of his sister's hips pushing against his after her firm thrust downwards; he, too, shuddered and sighed, head rolling back again. "Oh, God..."

"It's what I call this." One of her paws came down on his shoulder, claws digging into skin through fur, and the other pressed into his chest; once in place there the younger hyena started working her hips, quick and hard as though already well worked up.

Of course she is, Shekh thought, after what I did to her while she slept... but, God, if she doesn't slow down, this isn't gonna last long. He tried to show his concern in gripping her thighs, and pulling down away from her each time she lifted up off of him, but Asiri must have taken those as signs to continue.

On the other hand, though, maybe she did know, and was doing it on purpose. Shekh couldn't tell. He had never been able to.

"I was wondering," Asiri drawled, already gently panting, "when you'd lose your composure and come see me..." She leaned in over him, now pulling both paws along his shoulders. For a moment Shekh thought she was going to yank him up and shove her tongue into his mouth.

Shekh breathed a light laugh, interrupted by a sweet moan when his sister grinded her body down against his. Slowly he brought a paw up her back, fingers running through that mane, and squeezed her chest against his. "What," he murmured, "like you're my mistress?"

She raised her eyebrows. "Aren't I? I mean, I do keep your collar in the nightstand..."

"Not like-" Another moan. Shekh dropped his paws back down to her waist, and then from there to her rump, again squeezing the soft fur and flesh. Still he could taste her on his lips and breath. "Not like that. I mean,yes, but... you know."

"Yeah. I know." Then she grinned, squeezed his shoulders, and pushed herself back up again, immediately picking her pace back up. Asiri stretched her arms up behind her head, closed her eyes, sighed... and tightened her legs around his hips for support as she rode, lifting up and sinking back down, hips slapping gently against Shekh's.

The conversation died off there, replaced by both of their gasps and moans and shudders. Soon Asiri reached down, pulled Shekh's paw from her thigh, and guided it up beneath her shirt to squeeze her breast, which he of course did gladly. Asiri's other paw slid down her own body, fingers circling and teasing at her clit as she rode: Shekh could feel the pleasure bouncing through her body, the little clenches and squeezes around the base of his shaft each time she pushed down onto him and slid forward, again and again.

This was exactly like one of the fantasies he'd been able to keep out of his head. Every motion, every breath, every touch, all the same and yet so much more. So much like the first time this had happened between them all those years ago, each of them nervous and unsure, Asiri hiding it so much better than Shekh - but she had still asked him if he was sure, both before and during. She had grinned at him back then, reassurance in her smile, and squeezed her paws on his shoulders just like she had a moment ago. She had pushed against him, ridden him into the mattress, gasped and sighed and moaned atop him, shuddered, shook, jerked - he could feel her squeeze around him again with the force of her orgasm - and panted, slowing down, her sly grin turning to an exhausted, satisfied smile.

This time, though, she didn't slow down. She kept on going, the mattress squeaking beneath the pace and the force. Shekh gritted his teeth and let his paw fall from her breast, back down to her waist: his fingers dug into her thigh, and he shuddered, and gasped, and writhed-

"Wait," he managed, yet again between clenched teeth. "Wait, Asiri, I'm-"

She either didn't hear him, or just couldn't stop. Suddenly the brother was bucking up into her, his hips thrusting with enough force to lift away from the bed: his moans picked up and sharpened, coming out at the tail end of each quick gasp. He thrust into her, pulled back out, slammed in again, and again, and felt the heat of his load seep out around his length, throb, throb, throb.

And, just as suddenly, Asiri stopped, hilted down on him. When he finally found the strength to open his eyes, chest heaving with exhaustion, shock and disbelief showed on her face.

Then, quiet in the near-silence of the night: "You didn't."

"I... I just..." Embarrassed, Shekh tried to shrink away from his sister, while at the same time fully aware he was still buried inside of her. That wet heat started to drip out into his fur. "Asiri, I'm... sorry, I was... um..."

Then her paws were on his shoulders again, dangerously close to his neck. She could easily strangle him, he realized - and when her grip tightened he thought that that was what she planned. Instead, though, the younger hyena lifted herself up off of him, sending another shudder bouncing through her older brother, and then rose to her knees above him. His load dripped out of her, slow, thick; she looked down, spread herself with a pair of fingers, sighed, and shook her head. Then, though, those paws again took their place - and next thing Shekh knew, he had been pushed down off the pillow with her directly above him.

A drip fell onto his forehead, then another onto his cheek. Asiri dug two fingers into herself and then spread herself again when she pulled them out.

"You'll clean up your fucking mess," she growled, lowering down to grind against his mouth. He tasted both her and himself, mixed and combined, the musk so similar yet just different enough. "And I swear to _God_if something comes out of this, Shekh, I'm gonna fucking-"

He didn't wait to find out what she would do. Shekh dug his tongue deep into her, lapping out the thick slickness sticking to her flesh and fur; he swallowed it down, again feeling her distinct heat and taste roll down his throat on top of his own also-familiar seed. The female hyena pushed down against him, pressing against his lips, squeezing more of that mess right out onto his waiting tongue - and he pursed his lips and sucked, not caring about how he could feel it rolling down the corner of his mouth and through the fur of his chin. His heart pounded in his chest, for two completely different reasons: the thought of the risk and the deeper enjoyment of the treatment, of having her push against his muzzle and fill his head with her scent and taste as well as his own.

Well, he thought, catching his breath when Asiri lifted up away from him to inspect herself again. Three reasons. Those, and how she'll torture me before my death.

_ _

"God..." The younger hyena pushed against his muzzle again and then, mostly satisfied, sat back on his chest. She grinded against his fur there, wiped a paw against herself, scowled at it, and wiped that off on his fur as well. "I can't - be_lieve_ you."

"I said I'm sorry, I-"

"Yeah, yeah. I know." The bed creaked again when she swung down off the side to stand up. Yet again she looked down at herself. "I'm gonna have to... shower again... or, no, maybe a bath would be better..."

Unsure what to do with himself, Shekh straightened up and leaned back against the headboard of the bed. He squirmed where he lay, running a paw down over himself: the skin of his shaft had started to become sticky with everything clinging to it, his own pre and cum and the slickness of her arousal. He watched her tread to the other side of the room and into the bathroom, and then after a moment stood to follow.

The light flashed on, temporarily blinding him - and then he got another full view of her naked body as she pulled her shirt off over her head. His sister's eyes sharpened again when she saw him.

"No, no," she said, and bodily pushed him back out of the bathroom. "You go back and lie on the bed. I'm not done with you yet."

"Can I-" The door slammed in his face, causing him to take another half-step back. He cleared his throat. "Can I shower with you, at least?"

Silence for a moment. Then, quietly, the door opened a fraction, just enough for her to see her muzzle. Asiri rolled her eyes, sighed, and opened it the rest of the way.

"You can help me come up with ideas," she said, leading him by the wrist towards the shower, "for how I can punish you."

Just like always, Shekh couldn't tell whether she was being serious or playful. Or, more likely, a rich combination of both.