Equal Differences
I've decided to come back after a long hiatus because...well everything I had was crud and didn't live up to the standards I had set for myself. I hope fans of my work haven't been turned off by my absence or my...well change in literary subjects. I hope you all enjoy this and thanks for taking the time to read it.
Equal Differences
He hated to use this line but at the moment it was true, It was quiet...too quiet.
Actually it really wasn't all that quiet if you took into account the blaring volume of the television. However to him it was silent because he hadn't seen the certain fur all day; that in itself made him nervous and cast a small glance over his shoulder and the couch to the door of the room. Seeing as the couch was in the center of the room and his back was to the door then it made for an easy sneak attack. Now the only reason he didn't move himself was the simple fact that the sneak attack was inevitable. It did not matter where or how he was to be attacked it was merely a matter of when.
He cast another glance over his shoulder but saw nothing so he turned back to the screen and to a very interesting program that he had wanted to watch for a while. Though, before we move on with this tale the compulsion strikes to explain the main character in more detail than just a pronoun. His name was Gene and he was not something you saw every day. In terms of species he was a mix, a hybrid, of two animals that have been fighting since the dawn of time. On his fathers side he was a canine and on his mothers he was a feline. Mixed together you produced one incredibly odd combination. He held the height of a tall dog along with a fair amount of the outward appearance but his muscles and bones developed in a very unique way. His muscles were like any canines, strong and withstanding for those long distance runs but his bones and joints took on the abilities of a feline allowing his powerful muscles to contort his body like any other feline could. Another odd variation was while he had claws they were retractable, clawless paws were something never before seen on a canine.
His fur was also very misplaced on his form, while it retained a mainly thick coat it was a design of brown, orange, and yellow stripes much like a tom cat. This fur on a cat was common but on his mainly canine body it looked ridiculous. Also due to his feline genetics he was fairly thin for a canine and if one were to take away the oddly colored fur he could have been mistaken for a long haired grey hound if there ever was such a thing. He attempted to offset the color of his fur and own obviously awkward nature with clothing of neutral colors but they didn't help in the least. At this very moment he was wearing a sleeveless grey tank top along with a pair of fairly baggy black sweatpants that he had manually cropped into shorts that ended just below his knees.
His ears suddenly caught the sound of a floorboard creak and he spun his head around but found nothing, only empty air and nothing else. He stayed like that for a minute, staring out and watching with unblinking eyes until he turned around and faced his program once again. Speaking of eyes that was another thing that was quite unique to him, the base color of his eyes were a rich golden but on the very edge there was a bright blue ring that turned green then a bright golden right around the pupil which was a cat like slit that reacted to light. There was no true medical explanation to this other than saying it was a rare mutation that did nothing more than change the color of the eye, they said that there was nothing wrong with his eyes and he should be happy to have such a unique mutation. Looking back on it he wanted to punch the doctor, he was already different enough. He had never been on a date and he was turning 19 this year. Sure he was handsome at the very base of his body structure and he was confident in his size but when the females saw his fur...he might as well have been dressed like a clown. He sighed, he would have felt completely alone in the world hadn't it been for...
"BANZAI!" his head shot up and he tried to move but it was to late, the voice and the body it was connected to had already vaulted over his head and landed squarely in his lap earning a grunt from both at the impact. He winced and prayed that nothing had been damaged and after a moment of feeling only a weight on his lap and not pain his eyes snapped open into a furious glare only to be greeted by a bright and sparkling smile. Sitting upon his lap with a mile wide smile and a cheery disposition that you could slap Satan with was his fraternal twin sister, Genie. Genie was in most aspects the opposite of her brother, she was female, she actually looked more like a cat than a dog, and she was far shorter than him. However make no mistake, being twins that came from the womb only minutes apart they shared much in common.
Aside from the fact that their parents were the same they both had oddly colored fur for their body types but where Gene's fur was ridiculous hers was glamorous. Her fur was a take on a wolfs ancient pattern, she was a fine silvery grey all over her feline body save for a white patch that began on the underside of her throat and continued into her shirt. Unlike her brother whose dirty blond head fur which only grew a few inches longer than his regular fur she had a beautifully contrasting dark brown, borderline black mane of hair. Despite this her eyes, just as her brothers, were the most unique feature on her entire body. The base color was a beautiful cerulean blue with a golden ring of color on the outside and a rounded pupil, the exact opposite of her twin.
At the moment she was lounging in her brothers lap, her long and toned feline legs being shielded by incredibly baggy black pants and her top was nearly identical to her brothers save for the fact that it was white instead of grey. She was quite desirable and most of the males in their past were enamored with her, asking her out on dates or anything of the sort but she would always decline. Gene always wondered why she turned down this attention that was pretty much thrown at her, females wanted to be like her for her fun loving strong personality and guys wanted to yiff her for that sexy little body of hers. Despite this she only kept a few very close friends, the only male friend batted for the other team, and she spent most of her time trying to get her brother involved in everything she did. It was just yet another of their opposite games, he enjoyed to rest and relax while she was always needing to do something.
None the less here she was, again, grinning at him like an idiot, AGAIN, "hey Gene!" Staring at that face of hers for more than a second was his undoing and he just shook his head in exasperation at his sibling, "hello Genie." Genie giggled and scooted a bit to make herself more comfortable unknowingly rubbing against Gene making him very uncomfortable, "hey watch it runt. You're going to crush something." She turned to him and stuck out her tongue, "neyah! It's your fault you have something there in the first place." Gene sighed and put his forehead in his palm, "can't you act like your age for more than three seconds." Genie thought for a second before smiling, "nope."
Gene sighed before he unconsciously produced a half grin, "just like you to not know when to grow up." She huffed crossed her arms as if she were offended, "well just like you to act too old!" Gene rolled his eyes and said, "Whatever sister, what do you want this time?" For a second, barely a blink of an eye, he saw something akin to pain cross her features before she grinned wide enough to swallow the moon, "what I can't hang out with my loveable brother?" He chuckled, "you hanging out with me usually involves me getting into some type of speeding craft or full contact sport gear, my neck still hurts from the last time you tackled me." Genie rolled her eyes, "first of all stop being such a wimp and second I have a big test after the weekend is over and I don't want to be distracted with the thought of you in the hospital with internal bleeding."
He sighed and looked to her with a small smile, "I don't suppose I can get out of this?" She smiled and shook her head in a negative which made him sigh and say, "well then at least get comfortable and stop blocking the T.V." He could almost feel the energy of the beaming she produced before she began scooting and moving all around his lap making him twitch and wince every time her body brushed up against a certain spot on his anatomy, "h-hey! Wa-watch it ok!" She stopped then gazed up at him with a bashful look, "sorry Gene." The twins were quite comfortable with close contact, they had experienced it often over the years weather it be her sitting on him or his head laying on her lap but with her moving over his crotch so often and with such a beautiful and supple body he couldn't help but feel his hormones being activated. Along with her head being somewhat down and her beautiful multicolored eyes gazing up at him through her lashes he had to reel in some very inappropriate thoughts of her, mentally slap himself, explain to himself that he was a sick little puppy, then return to the conscious world with the words, "it's alright...just be careful ok?"
She nodded and now moved slower, her body slithering about almost like a writhing snake in his lap did not help his state of mind in the least. He forced his eyes forward to watch the television, concentrating with all of his might on the program and not the squirming female in his lap. However no matter how much the television show had intrigued him before it had taken a back seat, nearly thrown out of the car, by his sister. He mentally shook his head, berating himself for having such horribly indecent thoughts toward his younger sister but the more he restrained himself the more the thoughts came. They ranged from merely kissing her to a full blown mating happening right there in the living room. It wasn't like any one would disturb them; they had bought this house together when they began college so they had a 'base of operations' for their higher education years. Their parents called often but rarely visited and even when they did they would call days in advance to warn them.
Their parents called this morning but gave no word of a visit so they were alone in this home with one another for the entire three day weekend free of classes. The temptation was immense but he was confident he could make it, he had a will of steel and this was probably just a passing occurrence. He could get over this easily! He mentally nodded to himself and finally felt the writhing in his lap cease, looking down he came in contact with a very interesting sight. There was an obvious size difference between the two but it wasn't a massive gap, still she was seated quite contently in his lap alone. She was sitting with her legs tucked under her and her front facing him, her upper body leaning forward allowing her head to rest on his chest while her paws flanked her face.
"Mm..." she said softly with a smile as she snuggled deeper into her brothers' chest, "you're warm." Gene blinked then nervously chuckled due to his previous thoughts, "yeah, and you're really close." She cast a smile up at him, "thank you brother." He grinned back without any true reason, "no problem sister." She giggled and laid her head upon his chest, "you can go ahead and watch the T.V. Just don't get mad at me if I start the habit again." He shook his head side to side with a small smile, "whatever." With that said he turned his attention up to the television finding that his program was already half over yet he hadn't really been able to grasp a single thing. He mentally cursed but figured it would be on another time and he might as well try to enjoy what was left of it even though he hated going into things that he only knew half about.
It was a relatively long silence; generally any time past five minutes with Genie being quiet was a miracle. As it was with her merely sitting on his lap and not moving an inch he was finding his naughty thoughts easier to repress and he was able to get back into the program. He hadn't missed all that much, apparently this fur was going to try and ride his bike over a cliff and...wait. Apparently the stunt furs bike was turned off yet he could hear the distinct rumbling of what he thought was an engine. Listening a bit more closely to the sound he found it was closer and a bit deeper than an engine, suddenly he felt an odd rhythmic pressure pressing into his chest and he smirked knowing full well what the sound was.
Turning his eyes down he found his sister asleep, her eyes closed in contented bliss as a low purr rumbled from deep within her chest. The paws that flanked her face had begun to knead and press into his muscular chest, a habit that every fur had formed at birth but she had never gotten rid of when asleep in a warm presence. Smiling at his younger sister, she was only a few minutes younger but he was still considered the older and more mature brother, he reached up with his comparatively large paw and lightly ran it through her long and luxurious chestnut head fur. His fingers slid through the soft strands of natural silk like a hot knife through butter and he felt her head lean back into his paw pads on instinct. He was nearly one hundred percent sure she was asleep, she had the tendency to fall asleep quickly and it was difficult to wake her so he absentmindedly stroked her head and every so often her ears making her purr rise and fall with each brush of her delicate head.
He suddenly heard the sound of the engine roaring to life from the television show and his head snapped up, his hand was still 'petting' his younger twin but his attention was on the crazy weasel that decided to make this obviously suicide jump. He was on the metaphorical edge of his seat watching the weasel charge down the ramp and the second the stunt fur leapt off the ramp he grinned a mile wide, "come on, crash..." As much as he wished to see some horrible destruction the parachute flew from the weasels back and safely floated him to the ground leaving Gene to sigh, "lucky bastard."
"Mmmnh?" he cast his eyes from the screen to his younger twin once again finding her with eyes barely open looking up at him with a contented smile on her face, her purring and kneading hadn't let up in the least as well. He smiled, "I'm sorry sis, did I wake you?" She slowly shook her head side to side and yawned all too cutely, "wadnt...slepen..." He chuckled as the purr made its way into her voice and lightly rubbed the very tip of her ear making her purring roar louder than ever, "I'm pretty sure you were sis, you're imitating an engine pretty well and you started kneading again." She gave of what was an attempt at a scoff and was about to retaliate until her eyes closed and her head fell forward into the realms of sleep again. Her face went directly into the junction between his neck and shoulder, resting her nose in the crook of his neck as her purring and kneaded went on uninterrupted.
He rolled his eyes and turned back to the television, they were just talking to the fur about what he felt when he jumped and all of that overly hyped adrenaline rushes. He watched for a while, he was quite amazed at how many times this fur could reiterate himself without realizing he was doing so. Suddenly a shiver raced itself down his spine, he felt something rough and warm drag along the fur on his neck easily parting the thick fur and rubbing across the skin on his neck. Suddenly it happened again and again, a slow rhythm formed and the shiver in his spine turned to warmth that began to cover his body, his crotch in particular. He attempted to turn his head but found that it was impossible so he merely shifted his eyes to find that the only thing in that area was Genies head. He thought, or attempted to, for a moment and quickly realized that this was but another part of her habits.
"Genie," he spoke in a medium volume, "wake up Genie." She remained unresponsive while her paws continued to knead his chest, her purrs rumbled throughout both of their bodies and her tongue continued to lick as her lips continued to suckle at his neck. He hated to wake her up, for many reasons other than she's a crab ass when awoken, but he figured unless he wanted to get into some major trouble he better wake her now rather than after he 'rose' to the occasion. His paws came up and grasped her shoulders, pulling her away from him he heard a groan rise from her and her paws acted on instinct apparently as they rose up and wrapped around his shoulders holding on as she continued to lick and suck on his neck.
As if this wasn't enough her legs suddenly moved and split around his body, her knees were now on either side of his hips straddling his waist with their crotches meeting in the middle. If Gene's tail wasn't trapped behind his body it would be standing straight out and fluffed to the maximum while Genie's was just lazily swaying behind her completely happy and content. He gulped and attempted to pry her off again but with similar results to his last attempt however this time her claws decided to show themselves. He decided for his shirts sake as well as his own he would let her have her unconscious fun for now. Apparently feeling the resistance drop caused a great joy in her sleep kneading form and she continued to lick and suck on his neck, her sharp teeth nipping here and there every so often.
These actions were slowly driving him mad, the remarkable tenderness that she was using with each lick, bite, and suckle was making one of his darker fantasies come to life and not to long after so did another part of him. At first he didn't know it was happening, his conscious mind was doing anything to try and ignore the feeling on his neck but his body was still receiving the invitation loud and clear. Before he knew it he had a presentable lump in his none to confining sweat shorts and it wasn't but a hairs width away from his sisters own warm zone. The second the two areas met his eyes snapped open in pure panic while she stopped her motions on his neck and chest in favor of a low moan. Apparently the baggy pants she wore were thin and offered little to no limitation from both heat and sensation through the material. Add into the equation Gene's own thin sweat shorts, no boxers mind you, and he was in some serious trouble.
He pulled his rear downward into the couch but Genie's hips followed, her hip joints using their flexibility as she nearly preformed the splits just to grind her heated crotch into the stiff lump in his clothing. He clenched his teeth and fought back any verbal appreciation for the motions, if anything he needed to find a way out of this situation and quickly. But no matter what movement he made to leave her claws would extend and scratch along his back in warning, only after he stopped would her claws retract and her paws were then rendered harmless. The duel sensations of the attentions on his neck and the grinding of her hips into his was to exciting and he found himself holding back his hips from thrusting into her, thinking about anything amidst her deep moans and purrs of delight.
"Oh...oh..." she happily groaned as she ground her hips rougher against his bulge, "harder...harder..." He looked away from her panting face with a hopeless look, it was just far to perfect that she was a talker. Soon all of the attention she had once lavished on his neck ceased and her sleeping form concentrated on grinding into him rougher and with greater speed. "Oh...more," she moaned directly into Gene's ear, "give me...more..." Gene twisted his head around and bit his tongue; the way she spoke and rubbed against him was making him even harder and threatening to shoot with a moment's longer provocation. He was almost one hundred percent sure that if she didn't stop soon that he would have a pair of very wet shorts to clean. Before he could attempt another escape she gripped him and began to move with a far more frenzied pace, "oh my god...harder...faster...GENE!" His eyes snapped open as she thrust her hips one last time into his bulge, her voice loud and clear with the last word in her unconscious mating.
He felt the crotch of her pants grow damp with juices and they carried over to his own pants, covering the bulge he had with the damp material causing a blotch of wetness to appear on his shorts. Despite this action he had yet to climax, his bulge was throbbing and straining with its full might against the cotton of his shorts but he was held back on the single word she uttered at the very peak of her sleeping encounter, "Gene...but...me?" Her large and soft lower lips pressed tightly to his bulge through both of their clothes, her moans were low and throaty as her head fell on to his neck once again and began a slow and leisurely licking of his throat.
Eventually with time that too stopped and all he was left with was a dead sleeping weight on his lap and chest, a wet pair of shorts, and a conception of laws and rules shattered and jangled up in his confused head. His mind was flooded with thoughts, paths, ideas of what had happened and now what could happen. The idea of his sister wanting to have sex with him was...he never thought it was real. He would admit there were times in the past when he toyed with the idea; with a beautiful body and soul like hers he couldn't help it. He tried and tried and eventually worked his way past the emotions of lust and love but now they were returning with a vengeance. He took a slow calming breath and at that moment he decided, he decided what to do and hoped for the best.
Reaching up with his paws he firmly grasped Genies shoulders and shook her, attempting to wake her from her dreams. Her head lolled about on her shoulders for a bit before it righted itself and she yawned, her jaw opening wide and her tongue hanging out at the great exhale of breath. After the yawn she smacked her lips then produced a small smile as she muttered the words, "nice dream." "So I heard," came that same calm and knowledgeable voice that had been at least a decade older than it should have, "G-Gene!" Her head snapped up and she caught sight of Gene's face, that calm expression of his completely offset by the condition of his neck fur and clothing not to mention the dampness in both of their crotches.
She looked into his eyes questioningly and he curtly nodded, at that very instant her eyes watered and she hung her head in shame. "I...I'm sorry," she whispered as she began to remove herself from him, "I...I'll go get my things." Suddenly she felt something wrap around her waist and pull her back down; she fell onto his lap in mid turn making her land sideways on his body as he said, "no, we need to talk." The tears that had gathered in her eyes broke loose as she whispered, "about what...how sick I am for thinking about this. How wrong it is because I went to this college and bought this house only for my big brother, so we could live together while I pretended we were mates. How fucking disgusting and dirty I am because I want to yiff my twin brother."
"No," he said as his paw gently rubbed her back, attempting to soothe her as he spoke. "I...I want to know why," he quietly said, staring off into space as she curled into him and spoke with equal volume, "because you're the most handsome male I've ever seen. Because you are the one I hold closest in my heart. Because...I love you more than anything...and it's so wrong." He was silent for a while but still held her close, soothing her with his soft strokes and calm demeanor. He suddenly broke the silence with his voice, "how can love be wrong?"
She quickly turned her focus to him while he continued, "every time I've heard of love it's this great and mystical power that can topple evil, promote justice, but most of all bring two furs that needed to be together...well together." She just stared at him as his head tilted up and he said, "so by that logic love is a pure good force, a type of fate that keeps evil suppressed." He looked down at her with a small smile, the same one he always had when he won an argument with her by his logic, "so tell me, how love can be wrong?" By this point her watery eyes were gleaming with hope, a smile slowly crossed her face and she said, "Gene...do...do you?" He sighed and said, "I'm not sure but I'm willing to try...if you want to take the risk that is."
"Oh my god," she said in joy as she swung around and wrapped him up in a hug, her eyes shedding new tears as she spoke, "I was sure you were going to kick me out of the house...everything about it is so wrong." He smoothed her head fur as he said, "love cannot be wrong dear sister...social taboos may be in effect but I don't think you should care. You know as well as I that I don't give a damn about society and I was sure you didn't either." "I don't," she said holding him tighter, "I just didn't think you'd react so well...I thought you'd be all logical and say it's disgusting and I should see a shrink!" He chuckled as he glided his paw over her entire back, "you're my twin sister, my little sister, unless you suddenly told me you were a herm I don't think I would care about anything."
She pushed herself from him with a raised eyebrow, "a herm? What would you do about it then?" He smirked as he placed his index finger on her nose, "tape my butt cheeks shut at night." The twins laughed at the jest, a low chuckle and a high melodious giggle erupted from their respective throats while the position they were in was forgotten. Yet when the jubilation was over and they were brought back to earth Genie was still smiling while Gene was a bit more apprehensive. She was back in the straddling position, their equipment meeting once again. He looked away and she gazed downward, seeing where they met up she grinned like a maniac yet had the decency to blush all the same. "So I," she began but he quickly cut her off with a nod, "yes...kinda loud and hard too."
She nervously giggled, "sorry...it was the dream." He smirked with a bit of bravado, "so what was in it?" She instantly blushed and whispered, "you were just like this but we were naked and...you know." Gene produced a small nervous chuckle, "do you want to..." She blushed darker than before and said, "well um...I don't...well..." She ducked her head into the crook of his neck, "this is embarrassing!" He stroked the back of her head soothingly and said, "do you want to wait until you're more comfortable with this?" It was quiet for a moment before she pulled herself away from him, slipping through his arms and paws like a snake until she was free and standing before him. At the 5'5 mark she was short but was beautifully built. She had plenty of curves and her bust size was a fair medium, nothing massive but nothing small.
She turned and padded to the other side of the room, pulling on a string the curtains that covered the great window were closed shutting off any activities in this room from the outside world. She walked right past him and to the kitchen, checking the lock before she went and did the same to the back door. Finding both doors secure she raced back to the living room, closing the door behind her, and then produced a shy grin, "right now is just fine." It was silent for a while, she had padded over to him and taken her seat on his lap once again but nothing happened. Everything was apparently dead in the water; all was silent except for the tick tock of the grandfather clock. "So..." Gene began to which Genie responded, "yeah..."
"...well how do we start," Genie question quietly, her eyes turned to the side and away from Gene. He slightly shrugged, "I thought you would know...you're the one with all the males on your tail." She shook her head, "no, not just me. You have your own fans you know." He scoffed, "yeah, future clowns. My fur is the epitome of a joke created by god." She shook her head and placed her paw on his chest, "I don't know...I think it's handsome." He smirked, "handsome? How can this fur be considered anything but cartoonish?" "Well for one thing it makes you different," she said as her paw traveled further south on his chest, going over his stomach and eventually to the hemline of his shirt, "it makes you completely different than anyone else on the planet." Her paw grasped the hem and was soon joined by her other one, pulling the shirt up they succeeded in removing the grey garment from his upper body revealing his thin if slightly muscular torso. She purred and briefly, if a bit roughly, rubbed her cheek into his chest, "and it keeps you a nice and warm big brother."
He smirked and spoke bringing her attention up to his face once more, "all I have is colors with none of the beauty." She was about to speak but he hushed her with a finger on her nose, "you my dear sister have none of the color but all of the beauty." She blushed as the finger on her nose fell downward, trailing from her chin to her chest, falling directly between the swells of her breasts and coming to rest just on the hem of her own shirt, "I've always been curious as to what all of your fur looks like. I can't remember everything when we were pups, remember we'd take baths together and everything but I can't remember a clear picture of your fur." He paws came to the hem of her shirt and pulled upward, without any resistance they pulled the garment up and off the young female.
When the white garment was removed it revealed a beautiful snow white fur that covered her breasts and belly, the fair silver of the rest of her body gleaming with the light and in the center of the streak of white was a small crescent shaped silver patch of fur. It surrounded her belly button and he chuckled at the birthmark that he now remembered a clear as day. He smiled and looked up to her breasts, beautifully developed and without the least bit of sag or wear. Without knowing it his paw reached up and grasped the left bosom making her gasp in surprise but then quickly moan at the sensation, "oh Gene." Her nipple was already hard and he felt it poking into his palm, "excited?" She whimpered as he pulled his paw away from her chest, glaring down at him she said, "what's the big idea brother!"
He leaned back and looked down, "remember how your dream ended...well in the real world it wasn't so complete." She blinked and looked down to find the bulge had returned and it seemed to take over the majority of his shorts now. Her fur stood on end as she stared at the large bulge, "um...wow...you're really hard." He chuckled, "you have no idea." She stared for a second before she licked her lips and looked at him through her lashes, "you mind if I...try something?" With her giving him that look he couldn't deny and nodded, "just don't break anything." She smiled and maneuvered herself so that she was no longer in his lap but rather on the floor before him, her legs tucked under her as she gripped the hem of his sweat shorts. She pulled but got nothing, she looked up at him questioningly before he smiled and said, "undoing the tail button would help you know." She could have hit herself had she not been impatient. She found the tail button and quickly unbuttoned it; pulling at the hem of his shorts he rose a bit in his seat allowing her to uncover her prize and his pride.
It stood a fair amount of length and had a sizable girth, the angry red color and the tapered canine tip made her gasp in surprise at the organ. "W-wow...does...does it always get that big?" she asked in the naive way of someone who has never had sex before. He panted a bit in a small amount of exertion then grinned, "this is the biggest it's ever gotten..." "Wow," she said in amazement as she reached out and wrapped a paw around it making Gene shiver, "this is supposed to go in furs?" He nodded albeit with some difficulty, "that's the idea."
She studied the staff, watching as every so often a clear drop of liquid appeared from the head, "pre? You must be more than ready." He nodded and was about to say something but froze as her rough tongue came from her small mouth and slid across the surface of his staff, the friction created from the barbed muscle almost mind blowing as she licked up a glob of pre to taste. She looked up and seemed to roll it around on her tongue with a small amount of spit, tasting the drop of lubricating juices carefully deciding what her opinion of it was. After a moment she swallowed and smiled, "not bad, kind of salty but not bad at all. I could get used to this."
After a few more licks of her tongue Gene groaned, "mmm...feels good sis." She smiled and backed off for a moment lightly stroking the pole with her soft paw, "it's big, just like you brother." He looked into her eyes and produced a smile, a smile that contained every bit of love he had for her, "I love you Genie." She produced a seductive grin and hovered her mouth just over the tip of his organ, "let me show you how much I love you big brother." In a flash she had taken the tip of his great snake between her lips and into her mouth making him lean his head back and let out a low and long moan. He groaned as she took more of his tool into her mouth, the moist and hot cavity making every nerve in his body set on fire with the feeling spreading from his groin.
While the red pole was in her mouth her tongue was not idle as it swirled all around the hot staff, producing an unbelievable wonderful friction and feeling all over the meat that was now pushing at the very back of her throat. She looked up to her brother with those amazingly beautiful multicolor eyes and he caught her gaze, the sight was so deliciously erotic that his head fell back and he let loose a wild growl and a splash of pre into the throat of the wonderful female servicing his rod. She smiled around his staff and plunged it deeper into her mouth, her throat putting up a fight but she was able to suppress it a bit allowing her brother to go just a bit deeper. He produced a pleasure filled howl while she gagged a bit, the pressure of the great tool in the back of her throat bringing tears to her eyes.
She backed off slightly and looked up into his eyes seeing them gazing down at her clouded nearly completely by lust. Despite this the second he saw her teary eyes he sat up trying to pull his pole from her mouth. She just wouldn't give it up as she scooted closer with the tip of his tool just inside of her mouth at all times not allowing the meaty staff to leave her oral cavity. Seeing as she wasn't giving up her treat he stopped his attempts and looked down at her with a regretful face, "don't hurt yourself little sister." She grasped the base of his throbbing rod with her two paws and took her mouth off to talk while she kept up a slow stroking of his maleness, "don't worry about me big brother, just worry about yourself."
He sighed and reached down, placing his paws under her arms and before she could get a more solid grasp on his pole he pulled her into his lap holding her tight against her struggles, "hey! Let me go so I can finish sucking you off!" He blinked then shook his head, "that has to be the one sentence that has never been spoken before." She crossed her arms and pouted, "humph! I thought I was doing a good job!" He smirked and nuzzled her cheek with his nose, his staff prodding into her thigh with its steel hard self, "oh you were dear sister but tell me what you said just before I stopped you." She thought for a second before she replied, "don't worry about me, just worry about yourself?" He smiled and nodded, "can't do it sister. We're in this together which means we both get the pleasure...mind taking off your pants?"
Her head shot up and looked to him and his sure smile, her tail was twisting with joy as she nodded, "oh hell yeah!" She scrambled off his lap and he watched in humored fascination as she viciously took off her pants, just like him she wore not underwear, like the pup she constantly was. It was amazing to watch her psychology work, she was almost constantly several years younger in the maturity level yet at times she could be even more mature than him. Just as his vision was clouded by her pants he knew this was an instance of the former and just as he peeled said garments from his face he found her crawling back onto his lap this time completely naked just as he was.
He smirked as she settled on his lap, straddling him with his erect pole lying directly on her slit. Glancing down to their near connection he questioned, "are you completely sure about this? You won't regret anything?" He looked up and found her looking down at him, a calm smile on her face as she leaned down and lay her lips on his muzzle, kissing him lightly before she said, "I have never been surer of anything else in my life." With those words spoken she rose up her hindquarters and placed his very tip at her entrance, "I love you big brother." He smiled and placed his paws on her hips, "I love you too little sister." With that she slowly pressed down, her lips instantly opening yet giving him a bit of a tight fit as his thick mating pole slid up into her already soaking wet tunnel.
Her ears lay back on her head and her eyes closed, her tail was out ramrod straight and she took a hissing breath, "oh god...so big...so thick." He was almost in the same condition with the exception that he had to hold himself from thrusting wildly and most likely making his little sisters first experience a nightmare. Soon enough the tip of his pole his something, the thin membrane of her virginity that was proof positive that she was saving herself for him. Feeling the resistance he grasped his sisters his tightly and said, "I'm sorry but this will hurt a bit." Thrusting a bit his staff tore through the last barrier of innocence and she let out a pained yowl, tears making their way into her eyes from the sharp stinging in her center. They stopped at that moment, her body protesting the intruder while her mind and heart fought to keep herself from jumping off of him.
"Sister," he called softly, "do you want to stop?" She viciously shook her head, "no! I knew my first time wasn't going to be pain free but I don't care! I want it all Gene...I want all of you inside me." Their eyes met and at that moment they knew something passed between them, something that had no other name besides love. Their lips connected and they proceeded to kiss, her rough tongue came out from its home and demanded his do the same. Soon enough they had both of their tongues down the others throat and his staff was deep within her, the first incarnation of his knot resting just outside of her engorged lips. The need for air arose and they broke apart, panting at both lack of air and arousal. Their mixed scents permeated the air and it wasn't long until Genie rose up just a bit then fell back down rising moans from them both, "oh yeah...much better than my dreams."
He smirked and when she came down again he thrust allowing the beginnings of his knot to slip into her sex making her moan in pleasure, "oh my god...so hot...so thick!" A few more thrusts like that and she was now bouncing up and down on his lap wildly, yowling and moaning in pleasure and running her mouth as much as she was groaning. Gene was the quiet one but he was no slouch, even though his knot grew too big to easily fit into her nether lips he still thrust hard enough to make her lips kiss his knot and her pleasure bud to rub against the rock hard canine tie.
She bounced on his lap heavily, his knot pressing against her lips hard with each heavy thrust. Meanwhile he bucked his hips in sync with her bounces, pushing his hard rod as deep into her slick sex as possible. Just as with her sleep self she was a talker, her voice building and making his ears ring with her pleasure filled shouts and yowls. "Oh big brother," she screamed, "I'm close!" From that moment on it was pure instinct for Gene, with one solid push from his powerful muscles as she came to the lowest dip in her bounce he buried the last few inches of his rod. Stretching her lower lips as wide as they would allow at the moment he thrust his knot into her womb making her let loose a scream that shook the very foundation of the home.
"G...GENE!" Genie screamed as Gene thrust his knot into her, the pain of being stretched apart so violently melded with the pleasure nearest to her peak and it threw her over the edge. With that single solid push she felt the powerful orgasm that had built break its barriers and explode from her very core, setting every nerve on her body aflame with the heavenly sensation of ecstasy. Every muscle in her body clenched, her muscular walls clenching tightly onto the pulsating invader and rippling around it with an insanely pleasurable rhythm.
That was the end for Gene; with one great howl he released his white hot seed deep within her womb in a great burst of pleasure. Every last muscle in his body flexed, his hips driving into her own and driving his rod as deep into Genies body as he could possibly get. Feeling his boiling load flow into her set off another, smaller, orgasm that accelerated her already heavenly sensation even higher. As he leaned his head back to howl her mouth opened and let out and earsplitting yowl, her higher pitched tone instinctively matching his own lower bass call in an odd sort of way. Their voices mixed in the heated air of the room, slowly quieting with time as the feeling wore down.
When the end of their heights came to be Genie fell forward and landed face first in the crook of her brothers neck, his own body laying limp on the couch as he panted for air. For the next few moments they could only pant and feel, the warm afterglow of explosive sensation left them completely drained on the physical and emotional level. Yet as they sat, combined at the hips as one, they felt a sort of regeneration wash over them. As if a small boost of energy was granted to them allowing one last moment of conscious thought.
With that small burst of energy they wrapped their arms around one another, holding the other as close physically as they were spiritually. In many aspects of the word they were the same, yet the not so subtle differences between them made them complete. A blazing fire combined with the cool ocean waves; together they gave birth and led the destruction of all. Genie, the fire, and Gene, the water, combined in the ritual of mating...no matter what amount of pressure exuded upon them by a society ruled by twisted morals and fractured logic they always knew that the love between them would last.
Genie was barely able to lift her head but she was able to, for the love of her brother, and when she was able to make eye contact with him she smiled and said, "my brother...my lover." He produced a matching smile as he said, "my sister...the reason my heart beats." As they had when they were young they opened their mouth and spoke as one, "I love you." With that last bit of strength exhausted Genie slumped forward and lay her lips upon Gene's, their maws meeting once more for one last kiss before they were engulfed by a very pleasant unconsciousness.
It was sometime before they awoke but when they did they roused as one, while their physical connection may have been reduced some time ago the spiritual link between these two lovers who shared not only their blood but their hearts as well could not be easily broken. Gene produced a smile as his younger sibling did the same, their matching smiles only growing wider as time grew on. Expressions of love were pronounced with faith and heart, their eyes gazing into one another lovingly as they remained in the nude on the living room couch. They knew at one point they would have to rise from their comfortable seat, they knew that there were stains to clean and scents to ventilate but...as they stared into one another's eyes with gleaming orbs filled with love it was doubtful that was going to be anytime soon.
The End