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Curtis woke up to a flurry of chaos as his sister hauled off his sheets and dumped them on his head. He'd slept naked, since it was summer and he liked the airiness, and so his half-hard equine cock slapped down between his legs right in front of her. He let out a shout of panic and was about to cover up when his mind caught up and he remembered the events of yesterday. His sister spending the entire afternoon relentlessly teasing him, touching him, saying things... and she'd convinced him to let her jack him off, and then that night he'd returned the favour. He'd kissed her, too, and he'd like it. Evidently, so had she.

They'd nearly been caught both times by their parents, and it was only thanks to some quick thinking by Chelsea that they'd kept out of suspicion. Ryan and his husband Alexander, both busy executives that worked long hours, had taken a week off to spend with their kids and Ryan's ex-wife, Juliet (both were on good terms, and Curtis and Chelsea saw their mother regularly). They were going up to Pennsbrooke, a farm they'd visited once when they were foals, for some well-earned rest and relaxation and a chance to bond together as a family. Of course, if they'd had any idea just how much Curtis and Chelsea had bonded themselves, they'd have ordered separate rooms on different sides of the estate, secured with eighty-seven padlocks and moats full of feral crocodiles. The two siblings had always gotten along famously, but underneath their innocent teasing and friendship had been a slowly-cooking pot of romance and teenage lust that had finally reached boiling point. And now both faced the prospect of surviving a week under the gaze of their parents, where they probably wouldn't get a chance to fool around at all. It seemed Chelsea was getting in as much teasing as she could before they left.

'Time to get up, big brother! Or do you want us all to be late?' she exclaimed loudly, just in case either of their dads downstairs wondered what all the noise was about. Curtis threw his sheets off his face and frowned at her, but didn't cover his lower half. He watched as her gazed drifted downward.

'Get out of my room, ya pervert', he growled, and then quieter, 'or do you like looking at your brother's dick?'

'Clearly he likes looking at me', she said and grabbed the flared, slick head between her thumb and finger, holding it up and examining Curtis' mottled brown shaft closely. 'Is it always like this when you wake up?'

He slapped her hand away and glanced at his bedroom door which was still ajar. He could hear his parents packing things downstairs, but considering they'd nearly been caught twice already, he didn't want to take any chances. Chelsea pouted and folded her arms, watching as he got up and searched around for something to wear. 'Aren't you going to shower before we leave?'

'I'm not going to streak to the bathroom, if that's what you're asking.'

'It's only across the hall. Come on... I dare ya.'

He hesitated, a pair of pyjama pants in his hands, and looked at her inquisitively. There was something of a tradition between the two, one they'd had since they were kids. One of them would dare the other to do something stupid and harmless, like take a couple chocolate bars without asking their parents or draw a dick under a classroom table, and if they were successful they could ask something back. If they failed, they had to take another one which they couldn't back out of. It had never elevated beyond a PG rating, except for once when they were on holiday, and it usually served as a way for one to secure help with a chore or on an assignment if they really needed it. Curtis had never backed down from a dare, and he wasn't about to, but he also knew he was entering a dangerous contest. Now that he and Cheslea were involved as they were, there was no telling what she was going to come up with, and they really needed to keep a low profile this week.

'Well?' she asked, resting her weight on one hip. She'd already showered, dressed in a pair of cut-off jeans and a white blouse with the word delicious! scrawled across it. He didn't understand women's fashion, but he also couldn't disagree with the statement.

'Fine. But go and distract dads.'

'Well I was going to watch, but... fine. And remember, you don't get a towel on the way back.'

He rolled his eyes as she grinned and skipped off, and a minute later Curtis heard her talking quietly to their parents downstairs. Tentatively, he peeked around the door and up and down the empty hall. The bathroom was two doors down, away from the stairs, and he silently clopped through it, ears straining for the sound of incoming parents. By this point his dick had softened but was still out of its sheathe, swinging around and batting his thighs. He remembered how wide her eyes had gone when she'd seen it, how big it had looked in her hands. How she'd started stroking him, slowly at first, then faster and faster and...

Damn it, he was hard again. He slammed the shower door and blasted on the cold water, determined to lose it before he had to hoof it back to his room. He stepped in and immediately realised that freezing cold showers were dumb and stupid and absolutely the last thing he needed, and with chattering teeth and a horrified expression he blasted on the hot tap to make the water at least habitable. Still, the icy geyser of death had shocked him out of his lust, and he was soft again when he hopped out and dried off. His mane and tail were still damp when he opened the door, but they'd just have to dry off through the day.

He was banking on Chelsea still distracting their parents and clopped back toward the stairs, ready to make a turn into his room. Of course, whenever things seemed straightforward in his life they would inevitably take a massive left turn, and so when he was about two metres from his room Chelsea and their feline step-father, Alexander, appeared right in front of him on the landing. Alexander's eyes widened slightly before he turned gracefully around and folded his arms, and Chelsea squealed and covered her eyes.

'Curtis, you wierdo! Why're you streaking through the house!?'

That bitch... he brought his hands to his crotch but thanks to his equine heritage they provided little coverage, and so he skittered into his bedroom and kicked the door shut behind him. Outside, he heard Alexander clear his throat and tap on the door. 'Glad to see you're, uh... up, Curtis. Everything else is packed and ready to go, so throw some clothes in a bag and meet us in the living room when you're ready.'

'Y-yeah, okay!'. Curtis said, cringing harder than he'd ever cringed before. Wishing he could reverse time, he considering putting on thirteen pairs of underwear before sticking with just the one, a jet-black set that he'd only bought a week ago. It was form-fitting and showed him off nicely. He wasn't sure why he picked it, because Chelsea certainly wasn't going to see them anytime soon.

Speaking of the devious equine, she opened his door and slipped in, then leant back against it with a smug expression. 'Well that was an unfortunate accident.'

Curtis stormed up to her, expression furious. He realised how much taller he was than her, about a full head, and he was undeniably broader despite his general lankiness. Chelsea pressed herself back against the door as he approached, her expression not quite so smug anymore, but to his annoyance it was instead replaced by lust. 'That was not accidental. What the hell were you thinking!?' he whispered furiously. She went to slide sideways but he put a hand up against the door, leaning over her, and she bit her lip.

'What? It was just harmless fun, plus I think I acted sufficiently grossed out to put him off the trail.'

'My dad just saw my dick, Chelsea. That's not funny, that's... that's something I'm going to think about every Tuesday night for the rest of my life.'

'Alright, alright, sorry! Don't be mad, please. I promise I won't make you expose yourself in front of our parents again.'

He snorted and stood up straight. 'If you do, I'm never touching your vagina again.'

'What, no! It'll get so lonely without you.' she pouted, still pressed up against the door and looking at him with wide eyes. Then she hesitated. 'Also, um... you don't have to call it that, if you don't want to.'

'What?'

'My... you know. You don't have to be so clinical about it.'

'What do you want me to call it?'

'I dunno... just whatever comes to mind. Whatever you think is hot.'

'Double-lipped landing tunnel?'

'What? No.'

'Drooling Bandersnatch?'

'...you know what, never mind, this was a terrible idea.'

'Rouge-red rose-petal petunia?'

'Please just shut up.'

'Undercarriage intravenous----'

She grabbed him around the waist and pulled him close, tugging on his mane and smushing her lips into his. Their bodies were pressed together, her supple breasts right against his chest and his bulge rubbing against her stomach. It was big and warm, and she longed to touch it, but she knew they didn't have time. Finally, she let him go and wiped his mouth. Curtis tilted his head at her.

'You really liked that last one?'

'No, I just wanted to shut you up. Now get dressed and get downstairs, we've got things to do.' She opened the door and glanced out, then stopped and looked back at him. She grinned, grabbed the back of her jeans and pulled them down, revealing a silky-furred, perky little butt. She kept lowering them until the shorts were around her thighs, then pulled back her cheek to show off her glistening, smooth-lipped cunt. She wasn't wearing underwear. 'Pussy is fine', she grinned, then pulled them back up and left the room, leaving Curtis staring after her.

No one mentioned the unfortunate flashing streaking incident when they finally got into the car, a fact for which Curtis was truly grateful. He and his sister were both holed up in the back, the excess bags sitting on their laps, and Ryan had taken his usual spot behind the wheel. They chatted idly about work and school, which Chelsea was entering her final year of and Curtis had now finished. He planning on taking a gap year before entering into a scholarship at the academy of arts, studying under the country's premier pianist Zukov Arkman, and he was banking on getting a job to keep him busy for the next twelve months. Where exactly he was going to work and what he was going to spend the money on he had yet to figure out. He more just wanted to get a job to end the relentless teasing his sister threw his way daily--she'd gotten a job the day after her fifteenth birthday, running checkout at the local grocers, and he'd never worked a day in his life. But he played at the retirement home for the old folks, and volunteered at the Goodwills on occasion, so it wasn't that he was lazy, he just didn't have a need to work.

Well, no, he was lazy, but he wasn't obnoxious about it.

'Are we there yet?' Chelsea groaned and was met with an eye roll from their dad.

'I know you're just being funny, but we've got another six hours to drive so make sure you ration your bad jokes out, alright?' Alexander said, a book already perched on his lap. He'd put on his reading glasses, the half-rectangle lenses giving him a wise, elegant look, and though Curtis couldn't see the cover he could be fairly confident it was something insufferably academic. Both their parents were smart--they had to be in their line of work--but Alexander was that leopard who scored perfect numbers in school and had the audacity not to tell anyone about it, so that you would instead learn about it through others and realise you'd been making a fool of yourself in front of him the entire hour that you'd been acquainted when you'd been telling him about the latest in barnyard ethics and he'd just been politely nodding along. Not that Curtis had ever done that or anything.

'Just go on your phone if you're bored', Ryan said from the driver's seat. 'Isn't that what you teens do instead of talking?'

'Well firstly, that's stereotyping. Secondly, I can't because I'm sitting in solidarity with Curtis, who on the eve of yesterday unfortunately lost his dearly beloved phone.' It had happened when she'd been teasing him, intent on exposing her affection for him and determined that he would do the same. She'd been on top of him, loose shirt hanging low enough that he could see the tops of her breasts, and her crotch had been pressed up against his hard, throbbing cock. He'd pushed her off in one final attempt at self-control, and when he'd stood up he'd stomped his hoof right on top of it.

He'd told his parents he dropped it down the stairs.

Curtis looked up sharply when he felt a hand on this thigh. His sister grinned and squeezed it, and even though he squirmed in warning she didn't remove her hand. Both their dads were still looking ahead, and the bags piled on top of them hid most of their bodies from view, but hadn't they _just_talked about this? No being touchy around their parents.

'So, sis', Curtis tried, mind casting around for a topic. 'Still thinking of joining the debate team next year?'

Chelsea glared at her brother--she'd been considering it, but had expressly ordered him to keep it a secret from their parents, because the moment they even thought there was a chance at her joining everything would be action stations. Both teens sometimes wondered if their parents were disappointed in them, since neither of their children were pursuing high-academia or taking up the extracurricular activity both their dads had been famous for in their own schools. But if they were, they never showed any sign of it, always doing what they could to support their children and encouraging them to seek what they were interested in. Perhaps too supportive, and now Curtis had just told them his sister was interested in debating.

'Really? That's wonderful to hear! Why didn't you tell us sooner?' Alexander purred, closing his book to focus on this tasty new shred of intrigue. 'Have you talked to the coordinator yet?'

'It's just something I was thinking about', she mumbled, and removed her hand from her brother's leg. He gave her a sweet, innocent smile, then surreptitiously reached over to gently touch her own thigh. Payback for this morning, he thought. She tried to swat his hand away but couldn't without seeming suspicious, and so he lightly squeezed her leg.

'I've got some great books on the topic, I'll give them to you when we get back', Alexander continued, almost as excited as his husband who gave Chelsea a thumbs-up while keeping his eyes on the road.

'I always knew you'd be a debater', he grinned. 'You're certainly talkative enough. I know school's in its last weeks, but I'm sure we can set up a meeting to go through it all. Oh, and you'll have to watch some of Alex's old tapes! He was quite the silvertongue in his day.'

'Still am', the sly leopard chuckled and Ryan snorted. In the back, Curtis was still slowly stroking the soft fur of his sister's leg, and was thankful she'd worn such short cut-offs. He could get almost all the way up to her groin before he met the denim hem, and even then, with a little effort he could slide his fingers up further. Chelsea gulped, trying to keep a straight face.

'Thanks, really, but it's fine. I'll talk to them myself.'

'Hey, don't worry about it! In fact, I'll shoot 'em a text now, alright?'

'No, you--uhn...' she trailed off, a blush forming under the fur of her cheeks as Curtis's hand slid further toward the inside of her thigh, brushing against the sensitive skin and hovering so close to her, so close... the feeling was electric and she had to physically stop herself from moaning. She shot her brother one last glare, a mix of panic, fury... and incredible lust.

'What was that?'

'Uh, n-nothing!' she said in a slightly higher pitch than normal, her legs shaking as her brother's fingers touched down on her jean-clad mound and pressed into it lightly. She bit her lip, breathing a little harder.

'Alright, well, great! I'll send that text through. How does the Thursday before the last day of school sound? About four o'clock or so?'

Chelsea closed her eyes as Curtis slipped back inside the leg of her pants, curling around to the front and coming up against the soft, simple material of her underwear. She must have put her panties back on after she flashed him, and to be frank he was a tiny bit disappointed. Still, he could feel her through the cloth, feel the softness of each full lip and the damp valley between them. She let out a slow breath, steadying her voice. 'Sounds good, dad.'

Curtis didn't dare slip her underwear aside for fear of her making any more noise. Instead, he was content to just keep his hand where it was, fingers up against her clothed pussy, slowly stroking her nubile slit. They remained like that until in front, Alexander nodded and turned back to look at them, at which point Curtis smoothly withdrew his hand and made sure the bags on top of them kept any hit of their activity from view. 'Alright, that's all sorted! Meeting at four thirty on Thursday, and we can run you through a few lessons ourselves before that. In fact, why don't we practice some debating now--'

'Ah, let her be', his husband grinned, merging into another lane to overtake a truck. They were still many hours from their destination, but already they'd left the city, the landscape turning to small suburban areas and the occasional park. The highway was a direct link from the city's industry districts to the producers in the country, so there were as many freight vehicles as cars. 'At least for now. Why don't we put on the radio? It's almost time for the news.'

Because that never sparks debate, Curtis thought with a grin.

They drove for another four hours before Ryan turned the car into a petrol station and parked by one of the pumps. Everyone got out as he fuelled up, eager to stretch their stiff limbs. 'I'm going for a snack run', Alexander said, unsheathing his wallet from his jacket pocket and elegantly slipping out his jet-black bank card. Savings only, of course. No credit for Alexander Elridge. 'Anyone want anything?'

'Can you buy a bathroom?' Chealsea said with a grimace, leaning against the car. 'I need to pee.'

'Just around the back', Ryan said and pointed to the helpfully displayed sign. She thanked him and walked swiftly toward it, and Curtis followed her, figuring he may as well empty his bladder while he could. He waited outside for her to finish, then took his own turn relieving himself. The bathroom was significantly cleaner than he imagined it would be, certainly different to the city stations he was used to. When he exited, Chelsea was waiting outside with crossed arms and frown.

'Thanks for that. Now apparently I'm going to be dads' star debater.'

'You're welcome', he grinned, bowing graciously. 'I do what I can to support. Plus, don't say you weren't enjoying it.'

'I thought we were supposed to be keeping our hooves to ourselves this week', she said, taking a step toward him. 'Or is your sister's pussy too good to stay away from?' She took another step, moving into him so that their bodies were touching and her muzzle was inches from his. He pecked her on the lips, then tilted his head.

'You taste nice. New lip balm or something?'

'Sweet Citrus™ is just my natural flavour', she giggled, enjoying his warmth. As much as she was looking forward to staying at Pennsbrooke and seeing her mother again, she also wished she could spend some alone time with her new lover. Just the two of them, cosy at home or out in the wilderness, enjoying the quiet and sharing romantic looks and cheeky kisses. It almost surprised her how quickly they'd become comfortable being with one another like this--as if it had been building up for years now, just waiting for one of them to make the right move. She nuzzled his neck, then sighed and turned away. 'We should hurry up and get going or we'll be subject to a lecture that dad'll inevitably turn into an opportunity for debate.'

'Alright. Just one sec though', he said and she rose an eyebrow at him. Curtis nodded to her pants. 'I thought you were going commando.'

'I had a suspicion you were going to get handsy, I prepared adequately.'

'Hey, you started it. But you still owe me a dare, so...'

She gave him a pleading look. 'Curtis, no, please. Jeans and commando is a terrible combination, and if you try and get up to your tricks again I'm screwed.'

'Maybe one day', he chuckled, then crossed his arms. 'So you're not doing it?'

'Well... I mean, I... uh... ugh, fine.' She frowned at him and backed into the bathroom, closing the door. He heard her shuffling around, and feeling bold he pushed on the door. She hadn't locked it, and he was treated with the sight of her bending down, one leg hitched up as she removed her clothes. Her tail swished with the movement, giving him glimpses of her snatch with its lips ever so slightly pressed together. Curtis couldn't help himself, stepping into the bathroom and pressing against her, hips to hips, his hardening bulge nested directly between her rump cheeks. She made a noise and looked back at him, first in surprise and then with a coy smile, and she slowly wiggled her butt against him. It was a glorious feeling, but frustrating too, because his own pants were keeping them apart and he wanted to feel her fur.

Chelsea kicked off her pants, then her underwear, and stood up and turned around to face him. They smiled at each other, momentarily bashful, and then his sister was unbuttoning his pants. He grimaced, though inside his chest had tightened hopefully. 'Do we have time?'

'No', she said, and slid his pants down his hips. She went down with them, crouching with her legs apart and he could see her pussy lips spreading between them. He wanted desperately to touch them, but she wasn't letting him go so easily. She cupped her hand over her crotch, feeling the large bulge his cock made as it continued to emerge from his sheathe, and then she slipped two thumbs into the waistband. 'Nice underwear. Pick it for me?' He shrugged and she grinned, sliding them down and moving her head to one side just as his cock bobbed out, filling the space her head had just been. She whinnied quietly, nuzzling her cheek against its length, then started slowly stroking him from base to tip. She couldn't help but be somewhat mesmerized by his balls, watching as the two large orbs shook gently with each stroke, and reached out to heft them. She could barely hold both in one hand.

Chelsea's gaze returned to his cock, an equal source of fascination to her. Mostly black but with a few mottled areas of soft pink, the organ was about as big around as her wrist and as long as her arm from elbow to the base of her thumb. She could hardly believe that it was supposed to fit inside her--she could only ever manage three fingers at most by herself--or anywhere else for that matter. Fascinated, she moved her head closer and, without thinking, poked out her tongue and dragged it up the underside of his cock.

Curtis' eyes widened and he neighed in surprise at the sudden, powerful shock of pleasure that ran through him. He leant against the closed bathroom door and put his hand gently on her head. 'Woah, damn, that... that was nice.' She giggled and went to do it again but he held her back. 'But uh... I mean, do we really want to do this here?'

She cocked her head up at him, slowly wiggling his cock in her grip. 'What do you mean?'

'It'll, like... be my first time, getting that. In a gas station bathroom.'

'It's just a blowjob, Curtis.' She brushed of his hand and kissed his cock again, right in the middle of the shaft. Her lips felt soft and warm against him.

'I... nngh, I know, but still. Why don't we wait a bit?'

She rolled her eyes but didn't let go of him, nuzzling her way up to his big, flared head. 'Tell you what, let's just call this practice. Then we can save the proper one for whatever romantic occasion you'd like.' She eyed his cockhead--it looked a lot bigger up close. She was salivating at the sight, but also a little apprehensive. 'I imagine practice will definitely be needed.'

He didn't answer, just watched as she lowered her muzzle again, planting gentle, loving kisses all over him. Slowly down his shaft, a few fluttering ones on his balls--those made him gasp--and then back up again to return to his head. She gulped, licking her lips, then opened her maw as wide as she could and descended on him. She couldn't even get in, just having to suckle on the edges with her lips extending about two-thirds of the way across. Still, it felt incredible to Curtis who moaned and closed his eyes, a hand stroking along her cheek. She smiled around him, pulling off with a wet kiss and trying again, opening her jaw wider. Still she couldn't manage it and had to admit those mares she saw on the internet really knew their stuff. Determined not to let him down she kept stroking him, remembering what he'd told her yesterday and not holding him too tightly. She suckled eagerly, tasting the first few drops of precum that oozed from his head, and she decided it didn't taste bad at all. She lapped it up, following the trail to the small hole in the centre of his head and gently pressing her tongue into it, and Curtis' legs almost buckled. She giggled. 'Sorry, had to try it.'

'No, that was... that felt nice. You don't have to do this though, you know?'

She patted his leg. 'I like doing it. I'm just... having a bit of trouble. You're kinda big.'

He grinned, looking down at her proudly. 'You know just the right things to say.'

'I'm serious!' she laughed, pointing his cock up at him and holding her arm next to it. 'You try shoving a whole fist into your mouth.'

'I probably could with your scrawny arms', he retorted and she stuck her tongue out at him. He was only one and a half years older than her, but he was still growing taller and broader, not from any kind of training regime, but just the equine genetics he possessed. His sister, on the other hand, didn't seem to be growing at all. She'd gone through puberty at pretty much the same time as time--mares, especially brumbies, tended to mature earlier--but after a few years had settled and hadn't changed much since then. She was insistent that she would eventually, she was just 'mellowing out for a bit'.

He was brought out of his thoughts when her lips graced his cock again, and he saw she had a determined look on her face. She pushed against him, her lips rolling over her teeth and aiding her journey, and she kept stroking him to encourage more precum to lubricate his flared head. Her mouth was open as far as she could get it, and her jaw was starting to hurt, but she pushed on and then, suddenly, with an audible wet pop, she made it. Her mouth was suddenly filled with his cock, his thick head nestled on top of her tongue and pointed toward her throat, and the sensation was like nothing Curtis (or Chelsea) had felt before. Her brother neighed in pleasure and surprise, grabbing her shoulder and leaning on it for support, and she stayed where she was as she tried to get used to the feeling. Now that the thickest part of him was inside her, she didn't have as much trouble pushing further into him, but barely two inches further he was at her throat and she had to back off. As a horse she didn't exactly have a gag reflex, but the feeling was certainly a strange one and by now she was struggling to breath. She backed off until his head butted the front of her jaw and she took a deep breath in through her nose, closing her eyes. Her jaw was aching slightly but she could hear how much Curtis was loving it, and she wanted to make him feel special. Slowly, she started bobbing her head, acclimatising her mouth to him and starting to enjoy the motions. Curtis was in heaven, letting out little grunts and moans as her hot, wet mouth pleasured his dick. A part of him urged to grab her mane and shoved himself into her, since she wasn't even half way to his middle, but the more sensible side of him knew that was a terrible idea that would help nobody. So he was content to enjoy it, letting her go at her own pace.

It was both of their first times, and though Curtis loved what she was doing, she was still inexperienced. Occasionally she would accidentally flick her tongue against his cock as she bobbed, and he coached her to use it more, and to suck on him each time she rose up and fell back down. After a few minutes she was starting to get the hang of it, but then her jaw was hurting too much and she had to back off. She slid it out and found that tilting her head up made it easier to pop it out, and with a little splash of saliva and precum the two were separated, though sticky strings still held them together. Chelsea licked them up and then rubbed the side of her jaw. 'This is much harder than it looks.'

He chuckled and helped her up, kissing her cheek. 'It was nice, you did good. I'll always be around for more practice though.'

She giggled and hugged him tightly, then bent down and stuff the pair of pastel blue panties into his pocket. 'Per the dare', she explained, and gave his cock a few more strokes. 'Want me to finish you off?'

'We're already late', he said, pulling up his pants and carefully tucking his cock into them. A thick, snake-like outline made it clear what they'd been doing, but he pulled his shirt down as far as he could and sent her on ahead of him. As she walked past him he saw her make a face, a mixture of lust, worry and tentativeness thanks to the feeling of walking in short jeans without underwear. He grinned and admired the gentle curve of her tight little rump as she went. Doubtless she'd get her own back, but he'd enjoy teasing her in the meantime.

When he made it back to the car everyone was already sitting inside waiting for them. Alexander threw him a packet of chips, the same as he'd just given Chelsea, and Ryan started the car. 'What took you lot so long? There a line or something?'

'I had to wait for Chelsea to finish. Women, dad. They take forever.' Chelsea kicked him as their parents laughed. Then Alexander turned to his step-daughter.

'What do you have to say about that, Chelsea?'

'Are you trying to get me to debate?'

'Is it working?'

'No.'

'And why would you say it isn't working?'

'Dad.'

Curtis chuckled as the car turned back onto the highway, joining the stream of what was, by now, mostly just trucks and the occasional tractor. They were completely out of suburbia, and gentle hills rolled for kilometres into the distance, capped by white-tipped mountain ranges on one side and a mostly hidden sea of trees on the other. Fences marked out the farmland, though much seemed to be largely left to its own devices, kept in check only by herds of feral sheep, cows, bison and ibex. There were more animals out there, a menagerie of every creature suited to the climate, and the two teens pointed each new one out as they drove. 'Kangaroo!'

'That's an ibex, right?'

'I didn't know giraffes could live here.'

'Oh, look. Horses.'

They quietened down for a moment and Alexander, finally sensing an opportunity for debate, jumped in. 'What about them?'

'It's kinda weird, isn't it? Seeing... horses out there. Like us, but totally not like us.'

'You guys loved riding the horses when you were young', Ryan pointed out, and both of them frowned.

'I guess. Didn't really seem strange back then. Why do we call them 'feral?' They seem pretty mild-mannered to me.

'And they're kept in fences. It's like a prison.'

'They're certainly not unhappy about it', Alexander pointed out. 'Check out all that delicious grass they get to eat.'

'I'd hardly call that delicious,' Chelsea said and stuck her tongue out. 'It'd be all dirty and gross. Plus, where's the dressing?'

Curtis rolled his eyes, and then they were at the next field, one full of cows cheerfully grazing or galloping about the field. 'What about them? They can't be too happy, knowing they're going to die. It really _is_a prison for them.'

Alexander's tongue ran over his lips, not in a scary way, just a straightforward, blunt statement. 'I've got to eat some meat. That's just how it is. They get five good years of fresh air and grazing, and when it is finally time to go it's quick and painless.'

Both the kids shifted uncomfortably, but it wasn't a topic they wanted to consider so they couldn't really disagree. Clearly, their father had been hoping for a little more discourse, but he let it drop. Together, the two kept looking out the window, and after a while Curtis felt a hand on top of his. He looked down and saw Chesley guiding his hand toward her, against her leg, up and over the top of her thigh, and finally back down to her crotch, right where he'd left off before. But now, she was naked under those shorts, and already he could feel her warmth. She didn't look at him at any point, still watching the passing fields, but her breathing had quickened again in excitement and she was biting her lip again. He made sure there were enough bags in front of them to hide his arm, then splayed open his hand and pressed against her mound. He kept as far to his own side as he could, looking out the window but not really registering any of the scenery--he was far too focused on what he was doing to his sister, right there in the back of their parents' car.

She wiggled her hips slightly and he realised she was impatient for him to go further, so instead of stroking her furred thighs like before he lifted up the hem of her blouse and gently touched her belly. The fur was even softer up here, and momentarily distracted he inched his hand up higher, feeling her smooth, flat stomach and about to go higher, keep exploring... but then her own hand sharply grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down, right to the button on her jeans. He froze for a second, worried the sudden movement was noticed by their fathers, and in a panic he said, 'so what does meat taste like, anyway?' He saw Alexander glance at Ryan and the two chuckled, and he crinkled his nose up despite the fact his hand was resting just above his sister's mound. 'Ew, gross dad! That's not what I meant.'

'Sorry, couldn't help it. Well, meat is... full flavoured, warm, a much better texture than the vegetables you make me have with it', the leopard frowned at his husband. 'When I was young I was almost entirely carnivorous, and now look at me. I get meat twice a week, and even then only if I'm good.'

'Don't be dramatic, I bought you an entire ham last week', Ryan retorted. 'You have any idea the kind of looks I get buying that stuff?'

While their parents were distracted, Curtis let out a relieved breath and continued. The button took him a bit to get undone, having to manage it with only one hand and minimal movement, but eventually he was triumphant and the little metal disc popped out of the hole. He touched the space he'd made, felt the smooth fur that led down to her sex, and he could feel her breathing harder, like she'd just run a race. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled down the zipper, making sure to keep it away from her fur so as not to let it catch. Most zips nowadays were made with that issue in mind, but it didn't hurt to be careful.

Finally he made it, and was rewarded with a slow ebb of warmth that seemed to emanate from her like a radiator. He moved his hand down, just a little too fast so that when he cupped her pussy she took in a quick breath. But their parents were still talking, and so slowly he began to stroke just above her slit, putting a bit of pressure on the mound. She was wet, there was no doubt about it, and her whole body seemed to yearn for him. She lifted her hips slightly, giving him easier access, and with a supressed smile he moved into her. His fingers graced her cunt, running between the two sensitive valleys and she had to bite her lip harder to prevent herself from moaning. It felt just as good as yesterday, perhaps even better, and the realisation that it was Curtis, her brother, doing this to her made the sensation all the more sweet.

He moved his hand up again and found the firm little knob of her clit. The moment he touched it her body tensed and he felt her grab his wrist and push him further into her. He twirled his finger around, bumping and gently flicking the sensitive little organ, and he could almost feel the sparks of pleasure that crackled through his sister's body. He kept it up for a while, working her nub and bringing her to the edge several times very quickly. She was still inexperienced with it all--so was he--but whenever the sensations became too good she touched his hand, signalling for him to slow down. Neither were going to risk letting her orgasm in the car, right behind her parents, which just made the whole thing even more frustratingly sexy.

Then she lifted her hips up higher, as much as she could without being uncomfortable or alerting their parents, and he took the hint. He gave her clit one last round of playing, during which Chelsea stared so hard out the window he half expected the line of trees to burst into flames, and then he danced downward and found her wet, slick hole. She had to help him then, since he was still having trouble finding the right place, but with her guidance he dipped one of his fingers through her fluids and pressed down into the hole, sliding in to the first joint. Since she was sitting, his fingers curved up and into her, and surprisingly she seemed easier to enter than before. Perhaps it was the position, or maybe she was more relaxed, or perhaps their activities last night had prepared her a little more. He wasn't sure if any of those could be the answer--he still had a lot to learn--but she certainly wasn't complaining.

He slowly flexed his wrist up and down, moving his finger in and out of her, down to just past the second joint and then up until he was nearly out. He was glad he kept his fingernails short--Chelsea was too--and he continued pumping her for quite some time, making it further and further into her until he was nearly up to his knuckle. Her blush could be seen through her fur now, and she'd brought a hand up to cover her mouth but making it look like she was just resting her chin against it. He withdrew fully from her, a feeling of emptiness rushing through her, and then he held two fingers together and positioned them against her entrance, ready to push back in and fill her up even more. He wasn't even sure how they would fit, but she let out a breath and tilted her hips just a little more, and they slid in and her eyes half-closed and she had to bite her hand to keep herself from screaming.

'Curtis! Well, do you?'

'Huh?' He froze, two fingers deep into his sister's cunt, soaked in her fluids. He could just catch her equine musk but he was sure the scent wouldn't reach his parents, and he turned his head from where he'd had it locked to the window and saw Alexander looking back at him with a questioning expression. But the leopard's eyes remained on his, and didn't wonder down to the line of bags placed carefully between them. 'Uh... forty-two?'

'Pardon? I was asking if you were wanting to try some, if you were so interested.'

Still talking about meat, right. 'I see! I-sorry, I was lost in thought. There were some cool... trees. Made me want to write a piece.'

'You and your musical mind. Well, if you ever do just let me know. What's the worst that can happen?'

'A myriad of diseases and crippling guilt?' his other father chimed in with a sarcastic expression, and he looked at his son in the rear-vision mirror. 'Seriously, it's not even that good. Alex made me try some once and I still regret it.'

'That's because you're meant to chew the steak, darling', his husband drawled. 'And preferably remove the bones, as well.'

'Carrots don't have bones, that's all I'm saying.'

Curtis removed his fingers from his sister, sliding out with a barely audible shlck, and kept his hand behind the bags where only he could see it. Two fingers and part of his thumb glistened with her essence, and he was tempted to taste it. But that would be hard to explain if either parent caught him, and so reluctantly he wiped his hand on his pants. His sister still wasn't looking at him and he wasn't sure whether she was coming down from the feelings, shocked or embarrassed at nearly being caught again, or mad at him for some reason. She was still breathing hard, her chest rising and falling with each breath, and he couldn't help but look at her small breasts as they moved out and in under her white blouse, the text on its front expanding and contracting. He poked her leg experimentally, but before she could turn or poke him back or say something Ryan let out a happy neigh and turned the car onto a side road, off the main highway. They drove under a large, rustic white archway, upon which the words Pennsbrooke Farm Estate was lettered in large, flowing cursive. 'We're here! And it only took most of the day!'

'It's not over yet', Alexander said and pointed up to the hills far off and above the close line of trees they were passing. 'The more acres, the longer the driveway. And from what I saw on the website, there are a_lot_ of acres.'

There were--nearly two thousand of them. Pennsbrooke had served as a mass cultivation zone during the war, having combined many separate farms in the area and uniting them under a single organisation. Pieces of the land had since been resold after ownership had thankfully been given back to those it was originally acquired from, but several of the more prominent farmers had agreed to keep much of the estate running, both to continue farming but also to serve as an attraction for the city-dwellers of the north. It had proven popular, able to host many families at once for weeks at a time, in part thanks to the clever scheme of advertising the 'farm experience' which involved visitors taking up the chores and duties that needed to be done anyway, and _paying_for it. Of course no one who stayed there minded one bit--it was what they came for after all.

The journey down what felt like the longest driveway ever conceived was a frustrating one. Every time they came to a collection of buildings they assumed was their destination, they saw the associated zone name and realised theirs was yet further on. It seemed most of the owners actually lived here, since there were some separate driveways that had no public access written on them, but they didn't pass any other cars on the narrow, winding drive. He remembered it being a long trip, but he hadn't remembered it being this long, and to make it worse Chelsea still hadn't so much as looked at him. What had he done? Was two fingers too much? Or was she mad that he'd stopped, even though they'd only barely managed to avoid detection yet again? Whatever it was, the rest of the twenty-minute drive was silent, until Ryan pointed out the right area, Wallaby House, and drove the car triumphantly into the designated parking spot.

It was a large, classic farmhouse, two floors and an attic with a big sloping roof and a white-painted patio. The same house they'd stayed in, all those years ago. Both parents signalled for them to wait in the car with the bags, and headed down to a smaller, separate bungalow where their guides would be staying for the duration of their stay. Groups of six or smaller only had two guides, generally one of the older couples who lived on the estate, and they would take visitors out to each activity, show them the ropes and be on hoof, paw or claw to help out whenever they were needed.

When their parents disappeared out of sight, Curtis tapped his knees with his hands and let out a breath, then turned to his sister in dismay. 'Alright, are you gonna tell me what----' he broke off when she whipped around to him, her jeans now shucked down to her knees and her legs as spread as she could get them.

'Make me cum or I'm telling dad you fingered your sister.'

He blinked but she kept his gaze, so he averted his eyes. 'We don't exactly have a lot of time.'

'Then you'd better be fucking quick', she urged and pivoted around on the car seat, her sex practically dripping onto the fabric below her. He knew what it was like to get close to orgasm but then be interrupted, and he'd been teasing her since they'd got in the car, so he figured he owed her at least this. Plus, she'd just sworn at him, and Chelsea hardly ever swore.

'You'd better keep an eye out for dads', was all he said before he slid down between her legs. He started by lapped his long, broad tongue against the fur of her mound, just above her slit. She moaned, grabbing his mane tightly, and he resumed the work he'd started on her clit before, rolling it between his thumb and finger, sometimes dipping his finger into her slick fluid and coating her hard nub in it. She tried to push his muzzle toward her but he resisted, instead working harder with his hands, keeping up his assault of her clitoris with one hand while stroking the entrance to her hole with the other. Then he stuck one finger out and, when he was sure it was positioned correctly, smoothly slid it in as far as it would go. She moaned again, her fingers tangling through his silky mane as he pumped in and out of her, making sure to change up the rhythm and keep her guessing. It was clearly working, all those hours of teasing coming to an edge that this time, there would be no coming back from. Finally he relaxed his shoulders, letting her push him into her dripping cunt and he licked her from slit to clit. She grunted, hooves batting the car door as her legs flexed in pleasure, and he dipped his tongue in between her lips, pushing them out and tasting the warm, tangy flavour of her marehood. He ducked in and out of her, sometimes moving side to side, sometimes moving up to flick her clit, and though the whole thing only took a couple of minutes, to the both of them it was like an eternity in a shared heaven. Chelsea, for feeling the greatest she ever had, sparks running straight from her pussy to her brain, and for Curtis getting to pleasure his sister without any tinge of guilt or shame.

She whinnied and gripped his mane even harder, to the point it was starting to hurt, and he knew what that meant. It was a long time in the making, and he was still annoyed that he hadn't made her cum the night before, but finally, finally... it was about to happen.

He pushed forward, shoving his tongue in deep, rubbing it against her walls, then pulled out and lapped at her sex, saliva mixing with her juice to create an intoxicating concoction to them both. Chelsea squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a high-pitched moan that she only barely had time to muffle with a hand, and then her whole body tensed and was coming, waves of pleasure crashing through her as Curtis kept going, letting her ride it through, guiding her across the turbulent waters until the waves gradually slowed down and the fog in her mind began to fade.

She let out a gasp when he pulled away, her gaze unfocused and her ears twitching. She was shivering slightly, her breathing irregular and her jaw slack in amazement and what she'd just felt. She looked down at Curtis who was gazing happily back at her. His chin was soaked, the light fur dripping with liquid and she giggled, leading him up between her legs so that their faces were level. They smiled at each other and kissed, shortly and sweetly. When the broke away she was still panting, and she practically purred as she looked at him with her loving, green eyes. 'That was... I don't really know how to describe it. It was like... it was really really good. But better than that.'

'Careful, you're inflating my ego', he chuckled, and he felt her leg move between his to rest against the thick, hard bulge that was there.

'Not just your ego.'

'Not my fault you're so hot.'

'Told ya you just needed a little practice', she giggled and he hurumphed and crossed his arms. He rolled her eyes. 'Oh, stop it, seriously. It was amazing. I'm... ooh, I'm a little out of breath.' She rubbed her eyes, her head still feeling dizzy. A moment later she felt hands on her jeans, pulling them back up onto her hips and zipping them tight, but the movements weren't rushed and instead smooth and comforting. She sighed, eyes still covered, and leant back against the door on her side. 'They're coming back?'

'Yeah. Just pretend you're asleep or something.' He wiped his chin on one of the bags, wondered if that was gross, then shrugged and did it again anyway. A minute later his father opened his door and swung his arm out toward the countryside in a grand gesture.

'Well come on! Let's get grooving!' Curtis looked back at him, expression as innocent as ever, and hitched back a thumb to his 'sleeping' sister. 'Can we leave her in here? And lock the car?'

Ryan snorted and helped his son out, then grabbed most of the bags and headed toward the house. 'I thought she was quiet on the last bit of the drive. Guess I just assumed she was plotting something. Wake your sister up, would you? Nicely.'

'Any girl would be lucky to have me as a brother', Curtis grinned as he undid the lid of his drink bottle and opened her door.

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Author's note: God damn my stories are becoming more Australian by the upload. A brumby is a breed of Australian wild horse (though obviously not very wild in this context).