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The average ice cream truck driver didn't care so much about the backgrounds of their customers to bother asking why they were in a certain state, but Dylan's tussled hair, messy fur and wide, cheesy grin were all signs pointing to one activity, as he approached the window with a few bills in hand.

"Two please," he murmured, his voice so distant and dreamy that he sounded just as conscious as he looked.

The driver blinked, actually able to see some of the mess that was still left from his first round with his date, that afternoon. It was unclear if the fox was just that bold, or if he simply didn't care about cleaning himself up before he bothered going back out in public.

Taking the bills and hiding their disgust, the driver handed over a pair of ice cream cones and smiled as genuinely as they could. "One for you, and for whoever has melted your heart," they offered, doing their best with an unnecessary sales pitch.

Much as their expression spoke to their discomfort, the driver would have been floored to know that Dylan was actually busy fucking his own sister; the fact that it wasn't just their first round would have been enough to leave him with a nosebleed.

They'd gone several times in the summer heat before hearing the ice cream truck come back around to their neighborhood, and just because they were adults, they didn't see why they should have to miss out on one of the best benefits of the warmer months. Cassandra, however, took the care to head back to the house and wash herself off; much as she loved being bathed in her sibling's cum, she preferred to have her fur neat and clean when she was lazing around the house.

She was just reaching out of the shower stall and grabbing herself a towel when she heard her brother opening the sliding door. The cool ice cream in his paws was pleasant, but it couldn't compare to the utter rush of walking into an air conditioned home: the breeze that came against him was so chilly that he felt as if he'd climbed into the highest peaks of the snowiest mountains.

Having that kind of environment right where he lived was a wonderful feeling.

"You about done washing up yet? I didn't make that much of a mess out of you," Dylan suggested, but he also didn't have to worry about cleaning so much seed out of his own follicles. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were just having a little fun with the showerhead, now!"

If she were to give him the whole truth, Cassandra would have mentioned that she did get a little carried away with the detachable showerhead, making sure that her womanhood was cleansed entirely...but keeping the weight of the pulsing streams of water on her clit was hardly a waste of water.

She couldn't quite bring herself to another climax that way, but after going so many rounds with Dylan already, she decided that her body might need a little bit of a break before experiencing such highs again.

Her brother wasn't so inclined to take a break, and seeing Cassandra come down the stairs in a chest-hugging tank top and a pair of slender yoga pants didn't help matters in the least.

"Just when I thought you couldn't come up with any more perverted fantasies, you've got one ready and waiting for me when I get downstairs," she teased, keeping her tongue out at the end of her muzzle. Much as she was just trying to stick it out at him, it stayed out when she saw the creamy treat in her brother's paw, already starting to melt out of the wrapper and begging for her attention. "...Here's a fun challenge for you, though...if you let me enjoy my ice cream without making any comments about how bad it looks, I'll make it worth your while...okay?"

Giving Cassandra even a moment of peace was a rare thing for Dylan to do, ever since he discovered that she had just as much of a penchant for forbidden sex as he did.

Still, seeing the outfit she'd picked for resting on the couch, he decided it might be worth it to keep his mouth shut for a little bit: having an ice cream treat of his own made it a little bit easier to keep up his end of the bargain.

"You should really lick the cream off of my fingers," he replied, ignoring her offer at first. "...Okay, okay. Starting now, no more innuendos until you're done."

Cocking a brow and yanking the ice cream right out of his paw, she took only the briefest moment to lick just one of his fingertips. "I think you can handle cleaning the rest of it yourself," she teased him right back, letting the cream linger on the end of her tongue before she swallowed it away.

She knew just how to get to him when she was in the mood to, but she didn't want to give everything away to her brother just yet: kind as it was of him to bring her something to eat, he still couldn't help himself when presented with the opportunity to mess with her.

As far as she was concerned, he desperately _needed_his upcoming lesson in restraint.

"It's a real shame that you agreed to play along, though," she whispered. She knew she was going to spill a little bit as she pulled the wrapper from the melting treat, but she kept her lips right on the edge and suckled every drop that fell, until she was able to focus on the milky sheen of the ice cream itself. "You're gonna miss so many opportunities to tease me, and all you can do is sit there and mope about it!"

Moping was hardly Dylan's chosen activity, as he watched his sister collect the creamy head of the vanilla treat in her tongue. His eyes widened as she moved her warm, slick muscle around the whole tip of the wide, creamy surface, collecting any errant drops, until she was finally caught up to the edge of the cone.

She could enjoy the treat at her leisure, at that point, but Dylan could hardly focus on his own cone as he admired the intentional display...and the curves that were held by every portion of her outfit.

If a single drop of that cream spills on her pants, I think I'm gonna explode in mine, he silently worried. Did she have to go with black yoga pants? I swear she's just doing all of this to mess with me!

She would have lied if he made that accusation out loud...but he wasn't wrong.

I can even see her thong...she's got it hiked so high...I know she did that on purpose.

"Something wrong, Dylan? You look like you're about to _burst..._not that you'd do something so messy to a girl who just got out of the shower."

Having her fun with her brother for as long as the melting ice cream would allow, Cassandra decided to cut things just a little short as she literally deep-throated the cone, letting the cream at the top cool the back of her warm, thirsty maw. She twisted the length from side to side as she looked up at her brother, but her grinning lips were fighting with the false sense of innocence that she tried to portray.

Everything she did was pushing him closer and closer to the proverbial edge, until the softest breeze would have been enough to nudge him over it.

The visible results of Cassandra's tease were enough to keep her enticed: she could see the precum beading against the front of his shorts, collecting in greater volume with each movement of her lips around her dessert, until the poor boy was visibly throbbing with his renewed sense of need.

It was a fascinating sight to behold, and yet, Cassandra _pretended_not to see it as she crawled into the couch and leaned over one of the arms, pushing her backside up in the air and giving her a perfect view of the world, through the patio doors.

For his part, Dylan was just lucky enough to see her thong, striped with blue and white, starting to peek out from under her yoga pants.

"Would you look at that? My brother knows how to show a little restraint after all," she murmured, looking back over her shoulder and kicking her legs, one after the other, as if she had no clue how alluring of a display she'd created. "You're still not allowed to say anything lewd until I finish this, but...maybe you'd feel a little bit better if you had somewhere to rest that?"

The weight of his length, impressive as it was, didn't hold a stick to the weight of his lust.

Having that offer was only a slight load off of his mind, but he immediately took her up on her kindness and knelt behind her on the couch, resting the underside of his covered member against her backside.

"Remember, Dylan: if you make a peep about how naughty this looks, I'll just head on up to my room and finish the rest of it with my door locked..."

She kept him on pins and needles the entire time, but she was having the time of her life with seeing the strain in his expression. The deep, powerful throb of his shaft against her backside was a bonus that she didn't take for granted, and finally, she began rocking her rump against his tender bodice, grinding along his tool with the wide, pleasant curve of her backside.

It was stifled, but Dylan couldn't help a moan escaping his lips as his sister took it upon herself to hold his length in a special, teasing way. He was prepared to argue that groaning with bliss wasn't the same as making a joke about the cream that dribbled over her fingertips, but just as another quiet gasp escaped his lips, he heard the crunch of the cone between her fangs.

Looking back at Dylan with a stare that told him she knew exactly what she'd done to him, she began lapping the excess cream from between her digits, holding his stare all the while and keeping her ass in a slow, easy grind against him.

"I knew I was getting to you," she paused, dipping an entire digit into her mouth and taking her time in sucking it completely clean. "But I had no idea I was putting you in such a dire state...it would almost be unfair of me to tell you to go upstairs and take care of it yourself."

She didn't fancy herself as a dominant type, necessarily, but Cassandra couldn't, and wouldn't deny that she loved stringing her brother along. The look of desperation in his eyes as the last of the ice cream was licked from her fur told a story that his words couldn't have shared with her, and the tremble in his length as it bounced against her skilled, rolling curves was already giving hints of what was soon to cum, if she kept up the physical tease.

"Even after giving me so many loads in the shed, you're still leaking on me...and I do not want you making a mess of my favorite pair of yoga pants."

"Then maybe you should pull them down," Dylan suggested, his voice already breathless at the concept of seeing her bare flesh and fur once more. "Because I don't know how much longer I can take this before g-giving you another round of dessert..."

"Believe me, Dylan...if your stuff tasted as sweet as that ice cream cone, I'd literally be sucking you off until you were shooting blanks," she admitted. "But I'm quite enjoying the other taste that you've left in my mouth. Perhaps you'd settle for just making a mess of something else?"

All the while, her hips were easing back and forth, simulating the act that her brother was so terribly in need of...but she still wasn't quite back up to speed.

She wasn't going to leave him hanging, but she'd have to get creative about pushing him over the edge.

"If I'm not allowed to get it all over your yoga pants, I don't..._nnf..._don't really see a good target to go for, sis..."

She giggled, loving the sound of his efforts as he tried to drag out the pleasure she offered him. "If you're able to do it without tearing them...maybe you can lower my pants a bit? I get the feeling that's all it's gonna take to break you."

"Can I lower my own?"

"Unless you're in the mood to be drowning in your own stuff, I'd recommend it..."

It was impressive that Dylan had anything left to give, much less the amount of precum that was dripping out of his body...but it was enough of a precursor that Cassandra worried she'd be hopping back in the shower, as a side effect of her generosity.

All the same, she couldn't deny wanting to feel his mess on her lower back, and as her yoga pants were eased away, she gave a quick, playful sway of her backside, enticing him to get back to work; his own shorts had to come down first, of course.

Cassandra wasn't sure that she'd seen anyone drop their shorts so fast, and the cling of precum from the tip of his length to the front of his shorts didn't slow his advances at all. The mess was flung from the tip and ended up on his own tummy, but there was a lot more of it to be shared than the meager sample.

She felt that gooey, messy warmth against the base of her tail as Dylan slipped back between her thighs, but he wasn't allowed to take the lead, even from the top position: Cassandra kept her backside propped up and her ears perked to the needs of her sibling as she rolled her hips once more, treating the act the same as she had only moments before, without the obnoxious barrier of clothing between them.

Though Cassandra took pause to wrap the loop of her thong around his pulsing cock as it twitched in the air behind her, Dylan could see just how much of a mess she was making, as well; he didn't want to keep her waiting.

The webs of arousal that dripped from her womanhood were trying their best to cling to the crotch of her yoga pants, but they were pulled down just enough that the mess settled into the couch cushions, leaving a little evidence that they wouldn't be able to deny; cleaning it up in time simply wasn't going to happen.

"Now that you're allowed to speak freely again...do you like it better when I let you fuck me?" she asked, knowing that she'd give him a few more seconds of pleasure if she distracted him. "Or do you prefer me to just grind my ass against you until you blow your load on my back?"

There was no right or wrong answer, and not quite enough capacity in Dylan's lungs to draw a proper breath to reply. Cassandra had him right on the edge, but she kept him teetering back and forth as she rolled her hips all the way back, letting the tip of his cock graze the underside of her tail, just before leaning up and guiding the shaft through a journey of warm, varied textures.

His own precum kept her tailhole nice and slick as he drizzled over it, but it was her moisture that completed the delightful moment, as her petals spread around the base of his cock when she reached the top of her tease.

"Why w-would you ask me that right now?!" he groaned aloud, struggling to do anything without gaining purchase from her. His paws, still dripping with the cream of his own dessert, reached down and gripped her bare hips to try and hold her close, but she was determined to tease him to the point of no return without any penetration. "You could always just catch it in your panties..."

His last second tease left her rolling her eyes, but otherwise, her plan was working. It created an unusual sensation in her brother, as his body waited for some kind of a clench, a squeeze, or an act of penetration to push him into climactic bliss.

In something he'd never known before, his entire shaft was filled with the delights of near-orgasmic bliss, but without that final, added element, his body was struggling to complete the cycle.

Feeling like an engine on the verge of turning over, he tried to pump into her womanhood at the last moment, but she rolled right back up, keeping him from getting to that greater, more direct pleasure.

"Because it's fun," she murmured. "And don't you dare put that messy thing inside me...you've just gotta let it build, Dylan. I promise it'll be worth it for you!"

Working around the shaft and the tip but never letting them in, Cassandra was taking a gamble that she'd be able to get her brother to climax in such an indirect way, but her skills were so great that believing in them seemed to be enough, on her end.

Dylan simply had to relax, and when he finally realized that his thrusting was working against him, he held still and let the weight of his sister's backside pin his cock and encompass it between the curve of her cheeks.

I'm gonna have to remember to let her take the lead more often, Dylan thought, as his body responded before he could warn her about the mess that was coming.

With his length trapped in the warm, slicked curve, Cassandra was able to contain some of the mess, but she knew she'd need another shower the moment she felt Dylan's seed reaching up to her shoulders. She winced at her own mistake, but feeling that hot, slick cum against her lower back as she continued to grind her brother down to dust, she couldn't help a lewd, inward sense of pride in the whole act.

"See? Told you..."

Dylan's grip came loose, as well, as his sister leaned up into him a bit, trying to block as much of his messy release as she could. Her slender torso could only control so much of his violent, erupting cock, but she was gasping with just as much delight as she felt the warm trails spilling down her spine and to the base of her tail.

"Guess t-that'll show me...n-never should have doubted you, sis," Dylan managed to praise her just a little bit as she worked the last of his cum from his sack. Her hips were finally slowing down, and for her part, she was panting quietly with the effort she put in; whether she'd find the energy to make him return the favor later was yet to be seen. "I don't suppose you'd like me to help you clean up a little bit?"

"In a bit," she answered, nipping at her lower lip and trying to resist touching herself so obviously in front of him. "Sorry if this is a little weird, but...y-your cum feels really good running down my ass like that."

His length jumped just at hearing such a lewd statement. "If you like it that much, I can always give you a little bit more?"

She giggled and shook her head, resting it against the arm of the couch for a soothing moment. "I've already had dessert today," she reminded him. "But maybe I'll find a second stomach for it later..."