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Part 1:

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"So," Jean began. She leaned against the bumper, surveying their old neighborhood. "How are you gonna break the news to them?"

Caleb pushed aside her bags, finding his, and then stopped. He looked back at his sister. "You mean the news that we--?"

She pushed him. Caleb stumbled. "Not that," she said.

"Then what news?"

"The news that you switched majors."

"Is 'never' an option?"

"Maybe. How soon did you want to die?"

Caleb grunted, yanking out his bag. "If that's a threat, I'm taking you with me."

"Good luck, I'm sneaky," Jean said.

Caleb turned around, looking out over the neighborhood with Jean. Crunchy leaves covered the streets. Wind pushed the leaves, rustled his fur.

"Too bad I've already poisoned your water bottle," Caleb said eventually.

"You mean the water I switched out for yours when you were getting the car started?"

"My car," Caleb corrected.

Jean smiled, tilting her head. "It'll be my car when you die."

"Fine. I'll tell them," Caleb said. "Just come on, it's freezing."

"You big baby," Jean teased. "Wait, can you help me with my bags?"

Her canine brother didn't turn around. She blew air out of her lips, then struggled to pick up two bags and her backpack.

Caleb stood amused, waiting before the steps up to the door. The door loomed at the top. As Jean approached, he offered his paw. Jean gave him a bag.

"Thank you," she said.

Her brother led the charge up the steps. "Forget mom and dad, when are we going to talk about it?"

Jean was quiet until they got to the top. "Honestly? I was hoping we just wouldn't."

The siblings let themselves in without a key. It didn't take long to go from "college town" to "the rural land of unlocked doors."

Jean took in the air through her snout. It turned the embarrassment and worry into nostalgia. "Someone's cooking!" Jean called out.

"Jean!" her mother called from another room. "How was the trip?"

"Good!" she said.

Shoes off, the brother and sister walked into the kitchen. Their mother went up to Jean with open arms. "Oh it's so good to see you guys!" she said, squeezing her tight.

"Even me?" Caleb asked.

Their mom swapped to hugging Caleb, draping him in her soft fabric. "We missed you both! It's so different not having either of you here."

"Where's dad?" Jean said.

"Oh he's, um, upstairs. He has something to show you, Caleb."

Caleb looked at Jean. "Could you sound more ominous, mom?"

Mom tapped her fingers together. "It's just we kinda... turned your room into an office."

"What?!" Caleb snapped.

She shooed him. "Go and see!"

Jean joined Caleb in his rush to the top level.

"Hey kiddos!" dad said.

Caleb stopped at the entrance to his old room. Jean peaked over his shoulder.

"Wow, looking good in here!" Jean said.

"It's... great," Caleb nodded, looking at the floor--the new floor, not his old carpet. Even new paint. A big, sad desk sat where his bed used to be.

"We have a new set of shelves coming in!" dad said. He got up off his knees, setting down a screwdriver.

"Isn't that just the best, Caleb?" Jean said, smiling wide.

"It's okay," Caleb said, "I'll just sleep on the floor."

Their dad smirked. "We'll always have a place for you in this house, Caleb. As long as you don't become a drug dealer, or a child molester or something."

Caleb nodded. "Thanks, dad."

"Mom made you up a bed in the basement," dad said.

"Do you mean my bed?" Jean said, an edge to her voice.

"No-no, the pullout."

"That stupid thing in the old sofa?" Caleb said.

Dad pointed, smiling. "That's the one!"

Caleb threw his head back in anguish, ears flat. "Fine."

"Mom should have dinner ready soon. You guys need to call more! I really want to hear more about how college is going."

"It," Caleb paused, "It has been an adventure."

"An adventure is waiting for you, Caleb," Jean spoke with the voice of an old man, "You are no simple peasant! You were born with a great destiny! You must defeat--THE DRAGON KING."

Caleb pushed his sister out of the way. "Let's go eat."

Jean looked behind at her brother as she walked down. The old man in her voice returned. "You must first go to the Valley of Untold Horrors."

"Of course," Caleb said, "Then survive the Mountain of Death."

Jean waved her paws in an arch. "Avoid the Unavoidable Pits of Doom."

"What the heck are you guys talking about?" dad said.

"We're just meming," Caleb said.

Dad's confusion level increased. "Meme-ing?"

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Dinner began. Mom passed mashed potatoes. "So, how are classes going this semester?" she asked.

Caleb tried not to grimace.

"Really good," Jean said, "Intro to Poly Sci is a lot of fun, but I don't know how the rest is going to go. I'm stuck in all of these general education courses."

"I'm sure you'll get more into your major in the next few semesters," mom said.

Jean nodded. "Yeah, but it kinda sucks for now. Chemistry is so bleh."

"Mmm," Caleb nodded.

"Even the Biochem major agrees with you," dad pointed out. "The chemistry department must really not be all its chalked up to be."

Caleb stopped chewing. "Yeahhh..."

"Caleb switched to English," Jean blurted.

"Jean!" Caleb said. "I was about to tell them!"

"You were taking too long," she muttered.

"I don't get it," dad said, shaking his head. "You're an English major now? Since when?"

"Why didn't you tell us?" mom said.

"I just couldn't do biochem," Caleb said.

Jean stopped moving food around with her fork.

"I needed to make a change; I don't know if switching majors was the thing I needed to change, but, like, I don't know! At least I can understand English, you know? I can do that."

"Is everything going okay at school?" mom said. "I mean, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Really. College is just nuts, that's all."

"I can attest to that," Jean admitted.

"Well... okay," their mom sighed. "You need to tell us if there's something we can help you with."

Caleb shook his head. "There's nothing that needs to be helped. I'm just figuring out what I want to do."

"Like what the heck you're supposed to do with an English degree," Jean said.

"Like that," Caleb agreed through his teeth.

"Well, if you need advice, your mother and I both successfully navigated college," dad said.

"Yeah, like 20 years ago," Caleb said.

"Back when all a college education cost a shoestring and a firm handshake," Jean added.

"Back before student loans were invented," Caleb said, grinning.

"Back when the booze was more expensive than the classes," Jean laughed.

Caleb laughed too when he saw their parents' faces.

"You two better not be drinking," mom grumbled.

"We're not," Jean said.

Anymore, Caleb thought.

---

The family finished their food without ceremony, ending up in the living room. Mom kept asking questions. Together, the brother and sister danced around the topic of friend groups and extracurricular activities.

"Oh, it's great," Caleb said, "Everyone on the whole dorm room floor is really friendly."

The parents didn't need to hear just how friendly everyone was with each other. The first time Jean walked in on Caleb and the others, it was awkward for both of them. He had never seen his sister leave a room so fast. The second time, it became the topic of obscene jokes.

"Well, what do you say, guys," dad said, "should we watch a movie before we go to bed?"

"I'm tired," Caleb said, "I don't know if I could stay awake for one."

"Yeah, it's been a long week," Jean said.

"We are on another streaming service now," mom tempted.

"Which one?" Caleb asked.

The logo flashed on screen before the catalogue opened up in front of them.

"Ooo," Jean said.

Talk of sleep soon dissolved into picking the perfect movie. No one could agree, till dad just chose. Jean eyed the remote, trying to swipe it from her father. Her dad tightened his grip as she went for it.

"No!" dad laughed. He jerked the remote far away. "I like this one."

"No one else does," Jean said.

"I'm kinda curious," Caleb peeped.

"Caleb!"

"What?" he said. "It's a classic."

Jean tried to push Caleb, but Caleb deflected in time. Jean's paws pushed on Caleb's arms, him shielding himself. Jean's canines showed, pushing harder. Caleb brought his other hand, pushing back. Their paws joined, trying to shove each other away, silently vying for the edge.

"You two never really grew up, did you?" mom complained.

They both, begrudgingly, came to their senses. They decreased their force, till the only thing keeping their paws together was their fingers, interwoven. Jean's heartbeat pounded, and she jerked her paws away and crossed her arms. Caleb did his best not to look anywhere but the television screen.

The movie dragged with all the excitement of drying paint. Caleb couldn't will himself to sleep, wide awake again. Jean couldn't stop thinking about her fleeting youth. Her mom was right, in a lot of ways.

"Be right back," Caleb said.

"Make up some popcorn, will you?" Jean said.

"You wish."

A minute later, popping emanated from the kitchen.

The popcorn was long gone by the time the movie finally ended. Their dad snoozed beside them.

"Gotta admit, that movie made the Prequels seem good," Caleb said.

"The acting made Jar Jar seem relatable," Jean said.

"The plot made it clear we were supposed to be rooting for Sith all along," Caleb said.

"Well, they really made some good points when you think about it," Jean said.

"They--"

"Alright, you two. To bed," mom said.

"Oh no, the pullout mattress," Caleb croaked.

"Too bad you don't have a big fluffy bed like me anymore," Jean teased. She stood up, leading the way.

They made it to the bottom of the steps. Jean stopped. "We really need to talk about it more."

"We do? I think most of the good Prequel memes have been made at this point."

"Not that, jackass," Jean said.

"We mean that we..." Caleb said. His sister nodded. "I thought you didn't want to."

"I don't, but," Jean groaned, "it's just going to be awkward forever, otherwise."

"It doesn't take a little accidental kiss to make it awkward forever. We do that all on our own."

"Yeah, but it wasn't just a little accidental kiss, was it?" Jean said.

"Not quite a peck on the cheek?"

"Not quite."

"I'm not sure who was more drunk that night."

"Keep your voice down," Jean cut.

Caleb complied. "I don't even remember kissing you! I just heard everyone talking about it the next day."

"Me neither."

"Hmm... I don't mean to go conspiracy theorist on you, but," Caleb said.

"What if we're just the victims of a disgusting floor-wide joke?"

"Exactly."

"Except everyone had their story straight. It'd have to be a better kept secret than the moon landing hoax."

Jean blew air out of her lips. "Or the skin people."

They looked at each other for a second, then anywhere but.

"Are we ever going to live it down?" Jean said.

"No," Caleb said. "Never."

"Fuck," Jean shook her head.

"It won't be like that. Remember when Tanner came after getting a footjob?"

His sister laughed once. "Yeah?"

"It'll be like that."

"I hope so. That was hilarious," Jeans said.

"It... was a mistake though, right?" Caleb asked.

"What else would it be?"

"I don't know," Caleb said, "a deep-seated desire in our subconscious to ruin our social standings through incest?"

"I've thought about that. Occam's razor," Jean said.

"What-now?" Caleb said.

"The theory with the fewest assumptions is usually the correct one. Either we're both secretly into each other, and the only way for us to show it was to get terribly drunk and horny. Or we were just drunk and horny."

"I doubt I was horny," Caleb said.

"Says the guy who gets head from like every bitch on the floor. And some of the dudes."

"No, I doubt it because I was kissing you."

"I see," Jean scoffed.

"Wait, why did you say you were horny?" Caleb said.

Jean looked at the ceiling, then closed her eyes and shook her head. "Fine! We were just drunk! That's the end of it. Let's just go to sleep."

"Are you kidding?" Caleb said, "Don't you go to bed at like 2 a.m.?"

"I'm tired," Jean said.

"Bullshit."

"You're right. No one ever gets fucking tired."

"I'm vaccinated against sleep," Caleb said.

Jean laughed in spite of her anger. "And you still get nothing done!" she said.

"That 'nothing' ain't going to not do itself, thank you very much," he said.

"What do you want to do at midnight then?"

Caleb scratched his head. "Truth or dare?"

"Fuck off."

"Uh, spin the bottle?"

"So you do want to kiss me," she said.

"I want nothing more, dear sister."

"Prove it. I'm ready, bitch."

Caleb straightened up, taking a step back. "Uh."

"That's what I thought," Jean growled.

"No, it's just that if we kissed, I couldn't stop myself from trying to go further. First it's just a kiss, then I'm taking off your shirt, and--."

"You've seen me half-naked more times than I can count this semester," Jean said.

"Oh, I've counted."

"So let me get this straight, you want me to take off my top."

"Like you said, nothing I haven't seen before."

Jean did it. She pulled off her sweatshirt, then her shirt. All that remained covering her chest was a silky bra.

"You're fucking nuts," Caleb said.

"Crazy sexy, you mean? So, where's my kiss?"

"Go to sleep, Jean. You win."

"Not until I get my kiss!" Jean said. She tilted her head up, making kissy noises.

Caleb's gaze narrowed, close to growling. He put both paws on either side of her neck, cradling her head. He leaned in and pressed his lips to his sister's. Their lips hardly parted, but he held them there for a second, holding her, till Jean started to push him away. She was red, furious, but silent.

"Goodnight sis," Caleb said.

Jean picked up her shirt. "Hate you," she muttered, and stomped into her room. The door slammed.

"Check and mate," he said. Caleb looked side to side, then he wiped off his lips with his paw.

---

His sorry excuse for a bed sat a few steps away, in a half-made room opposite his sister. He turned off the lights, pulled back the blankets, and tucked himself in.

The pullout's cushions were thin and flimsy. None of his usual positions were comfortable. Caleb ended up on his back, ears wide open to every noise echoing through the house. Twice, the hallucinations of a pleasant dreamland were interrupted by creaking and groaning. Finally, he had enough.

He looked over, and his sister's light still glowed under the door. He looked at the time and frowned.

Rubbing his eyes, Caleb made it to the door. He knocked.

"What?" his sister said.

"Why are you still awake?" he said.

"Why are you?" Jean said.

"Because that bed is -- look, can I come in?"

"The door was never locked," Jean said.

Caleb squinted, closing an eye. His sister sat on her bed, knees pulled in and her legs barely under the covers. Her phone sat in her paw.

"Sorry for kissing you," Caleb said.

"I was asking for it," Jean said.

"Practically begging for it," he pushed.

"Stop."

He looked down at his feet, swaying. "Okay."

"You couldn't sleep?" Jean said.

Caleb shook his head. "Sounds like ghosts."

Jean blinked. "I hear them too. You get used to them down here. This house is just old."

"If you're used to it, then why couldn't you sleep?" Caleb asked.

Jean didn't answer right away. "Okay, so, I know how this sounds, but I mean it literally. Sleep with me."

"What?"

"This thing's a queen, come on."

"Yeah, we'd both fit, but."

"We did it all the time when we were young," Jean said.

"Okay, okay, yeah, but why would you want me in your bed?" Caleb said.

"Maybe I don't. Maybe I'm just being nice, and if you want to keep toughing it out there, be my guest."

"Alright, just don't tell anyone I've slept with you."

"Like we really need that right now," Jean said, rolling her eyes.

Jean moved over to the left side of her bed. Caleb went right, and he climbed in.

"This feels weird," Caleb said.

"It's weird... that it feels weird, you know?" Jean thought out loud.

"No, I don't know."

"Like, we had dinner together, sat next to each other during that terrible movie, but now that we're alone in a bed, wanting to sleep, it's weird," Jean said.

"Because of the connotations, I guess."

"But there's nothing to connotate, you know?" she said, holding her head, resting her elbows on her knees. "I've been trying to convince myself of that all night. That we just kissed because we were drunk. But is that any fucking better? Are we going to die, going from transient sexual encounter to encounter, never, like, falling in love? Or some other bullshit like that?"

"You have... a lot going on," Caleb said.

"Seriously, I want to know."

"You just asked four questions, you're going to have to be more specific."

"Just tell me that we're okay," Jean pleaded.

Caleb shook his head. "Give me your paw."

Jean squinted, shaking her head back.

"Just come on," he said, "I'm not going to meme you."

His sister gave her paw to him, and he took it. He didn't look at her; he just looked in front of them, at the door.

"What do you feel?" Caleb asked.

"Stupid. Tired," she said.

"Do you feel my paw?" he said, a hint of laughter.

"Yup," she said.

"What does it feel like?"

"Warm, probably sweaty," Jean said.

"Does it feel like it's going anywhere?" Caleb said.

"Well, I hope so, eventually," she said.

"I'm not literally talking about my paw, stupid," he said.

"I did say I was stupid."

He chuckled. He wanted to lay into her, joke about just how dumb she really was, but he couldn't do it.

"That kiss," Jean said, "it wasn't really just a kiss, was it?"

It was a long time before Caleb did anything. His paw still held her. Enough time passed that Jean looked over.

He slipped away from her paw and turned off the light. "We should sleep," he said.

"I don't want to," Jean said.

He turned to face her, his head in a pillow. "We should, though."

Jean wiped off her eyes. "Okay," she said.

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Part 2:

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When Caleb woke up, his sister wasn't there. He made it upstairs, his head aching, and made himself breakfast.

His mom walked into the kitchen.

"Where's Jean?" Caleb asked.

"I saw her leave. She didn't tell you?" mom said.

"Leave? Did she take my car?"

His mom shrugged. "I don't know! Check the driveway."

Caleb rushed through eating his food and looked out a window. He exhaled, seeing his car still there. "I'm going out too," Caleb called out.

"Have you tried calling her?" mom called back.

"Don't need to," he said.

He put on his shoes and put one foot outside, stopping. He stepped back in and grabbed a jacket.

Caleb squinted. Wrapping around the house, the trees in the yard slowly faded into a thin strip of woods. It separated their parents' land from farmland. There used to be a path he could follow down the trees. Today the leaves hid it, no one around to trod down the path anymore.

He walked, and the house and his neighbor's houses became more distant. Instead he saw woods and drying stalks of corn, till finally he saw where his sister would be.

Caleb climbed the deer stand, causing the stand to creak and sway an inch, back and forth.

His sister stepped around on top, and her head poked out from the top platform. She looked at him, wide-eyed.

"Jesus Caleb!" she said, "I thought you were the owner."

"Sorry," he said.

He made it to the top. The fields stretched out in front of them, punctuated by growing neighborhoods. Some had been there since they were little kids. Some were just constructed, like a virus slowly taking land from the tidy cornstalks.

"How did you sleep?" he asked.

"Not good."

He couldn't hold the eye contact. "Me neither."

Jean went to the other end of the small enclosure. She put her paws on an empty window frame. "I don't know what I was thinking yesterday. I was tired, and I had been avoiding thinking about it until then. Then we started talking about it, and I had to give an explanation where there wasn't any. Cause that's what we do. People just want to think their lives mean something, for better or worse."

"I remember when we kissed the first time," Caleb said.

Jean turned around. "What?"

"I-I was lying when I said I didn't. I don't remember it well, but I remember kissing you."

"Why would you lie about that?"

"Cause why would I ever admit it? It just makes it seem like I did it on purpose."

"And you didn't," Jean tried to confirm.

"I don't know! I just remember it happening. I was, you know, in the moment. Was it stupid? Yeah, but it didn't feel stupid while it was happening. It didn't feel like I should have stopped, or that it felt gross. Does that mean it meant something?"

Jean shook her head. "Fuck you, Caleb."

Words got caught in his throat. It took a second to get them out. "I'm... sorry I didn't tell you?"

"I almost got a gold medal in mental gymnastics till you ripped the floor out from under me."

Caleb snorted through his snout, mostly out of relief.

"Don't fucking laugh!" she laughed back, "I hate this shit."

"Maybe it did mean something," Caleb said.

"Stop."

"How would we know?"

"We don't get to know. We get to try to forget about it."

"Wait. Just pretend for a second we both didn't come into this world through the same vagina. How would we know?"

"First of all, gross. Second--" Jean pushed Caleb.

Caleb sat down. "Third?"

"Third? You know me and relationships--we don't get along."

"Let's brainstorm then," Caleb proposed.

"Fuck it, fine."

"Okay, okay," he said, thinking.

"We say 'I love you' and see if it feels like we're going to throw up," Jean said.

"We do rock-paper-scissors," Caleb said.

Jean waited for more. "You still suck at this," she said.

He shrugged. "Brainstorming."

"Fine, uh, we get drunk again and see what happens," Jean said.

"We kiss and see if we want to stop."

"We look up 'love' in the dictionary and see if we're in there."

"We put our beds next to each other in Minecraft."

"We share root passwords."

Caleb ran his paw through his hair, tugging on it. "Why does this happen every single time?" he said.

Jean covered her laugh, only to sigh. "Maybe we already got our answer."

"Which? Don't make me guess."

"We kiss. Again."

"I'm full of terrible ideas. We've done that twice now," Caleb said.

"Again, again," Jean corrected herself. "The first time we were drunk, even if you do remember doing it. The second time I baited you into it."

"The third time, we find out?" Caleb said.

"Maybe we do."

Jean sat down next to him. Caleb turned to face her. "How do we do this?" he said.

"Please, don't make me talk about it."

"Fine."

They stared at each other for another long few seconds. Jean felt like she was looking at a wall. Caleb wanted to laugh or cry or look away but was stuck. Even as Jean started to lean in, he did nothing. Close enough to smell, close enough to see every bit of brown and white fur on her groomed face. The white fur swirled in unsymmetrical patterns just like his. Their ears were floppy, their fur short.

Caleb rubbed his lips together, wetting them. "This is stupid," he said.

Jean fell the rest of the way. Their lips came together. Their paws didn't dare touch each other. After the length of a deep breath, Jean leaned back.

Caleb sat there, his mind grinding to a halt. "Jean," he muttered.

"Shit," she said.

Jean started leaning in again. Caleb went in too. They connected.

Caleb could easily taste her. He could feel her paws start to find him, and he found her too. He found her tongue, just the tip of it touching his. His eyes were closed. His paws found her head in the dark, her smooth, warm fur, soft in his hands. They spent all of their time at college going lower, groping and squeezing. Today they didn't.

Jean stopped for a moment, breathing. Caleb looked into her eyes, their faces so close together. Seeing him made her breathing unsteady, impossible to control. She kissed him again, bringing back the darkness, where the warmth and taste were easy to understand.

But she couldn't hold onto it. The longer it went on, the more the simplicity went away. She drew him into a hug, shivering. Caleb's paws slowly found her back.

"This is fucked up," Jean said.

"What were we supposed to do?" Caleb asked.

Jean shook her head, rubbing it against her brother. "We never got that far."

"Do we stop?"

His sister left the hug. She sat back down, bringing her legs in and hugging herself.

"I don't know," she said.

"Well what do you want to do?" Caleb said.

"Don't make it up to me," Jean said. "I want to run. But if I started running, Caleb, I don't think I'd stop."

Caleb wanted to hold his sister again, but he couldn't imagine how that would help. His own paws came together, interweaving and squeezing himself. He squeezed them harder till he felt that his fingers would snap, then he relaxed. He breathed deep.

"Remember when picking a school was the hard choice?" Caleb said. He couldn't make himself do more than flash a smile.

"No," she choked.

"I remember applying to tons of schools. No one wanted me. It was just rejection after rejection. Then I got into one. And I went to the dorms and got all freaked out--all these weird people sexing each other out in the open. Then I got used to it, then I started to enjoy it."

Jean hung on his words, her eyes overwet and blinking.

"But it doesn't mean anything. I'm just along for the ride, you know? Nothing about it makes any sense. Can't talk to advisors, to our parents. But I got to be a part of some weird social order, and it felt good. But I'm still confused all the time. And if I try to understand it, get close, it eats me up."

"Like a meat grinder," Jean said.

"Something like that," he said. He kept his eyes on the cornfields. "And now we're doing the same thing. It feels like I'm making the same mistake."

"This is our mistake," Jean said.

Caleb shifted, looking to his sister. "I just wish it wasn't a mistake. You're the biggest dork ever. It's cute."

"I will murder you in your sleep," she said, covering her eyes.

"You see what I mean?!" Caleb exclaimed.

"This isn't just a little continuation of the Floor gone rogue," Jean said.

"No," Caleb said.

"It's a new mistake."

"Maybe we're allowed to make mistakes."

For a while, they both looked out, distracting themselves. Jean shivered. She looked down, grabbing for Caleb's closest paw.

"You're freezing," Caleb said.

"You're warm."

"Should we go back?"

"I'd rather freeze," Jean said.

"Come on. Let's go."

"I don't want to talk to mom and dad," Jean said, her brow and her blue eyes serious.

"Then we won't. Come on."

---

Part 3:

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Caleb turned the key. It started right away, one of the few good qualities about his car. The AC could only blow warm air. The seats felt stiff after a half hour. Half the fabric was stained and tearing.

His sister slouched into the seat beside him, the seat creaking.

Jean looked at him. "What did you tell mom?"

"That we'd be back for dinner," Caleb said.

Caleb started driving. Jean turned on the heat. At the end of a straight neighborhood road, her brother paused, then turned left.

"Where are we going?" Jean said.

Caleb shook his head. "Somewhere."

"Lunch?" she suggested.

"Sure. Where?"

"Something local. We can get chain food anywhere. Might as well go for nostalgia," Jean said.

"Nostalgia is probably the next best option after alcohol right now."

"They say it's non-addictive."

"They said that about opiates," Caleb said.

Jean put her elbow on the door, paw holding her head. She watched the trees and corn stream by. Slowly, the town seeped in. Massive grain bins and farmer supply stores came into focus.

"I don't really miss this town," Jean said. "I know I'm supposed to. I thought I would."

"Should we go to the Diner?" Caleb said.

His sister gestured, but she realized he wasn't looking at her. "Sure," she said.

---

The restaurant was noisy, a dozen familiar faces Jean and Caleb dodged on the way in. They ordered and waited for their food, looking over their shoulders.

"Did you mean what you said about me being a dork?" Jean said.

Caleb nodded. "And the part after that too."

"How much have you thought about this?"

"Since the first time we... did that one thing," Caleb said, shifting his eyes around.

"Honestly, I wouldn't even want to try to answer my own question," Jean said.

"If there's one person who wouldn't judge you on your answer, it'd probably be me."

"True, but I would judge me. I don't even want to think about it."

Caleb chuckled, playing with a fork. "You can't hate yourself all day."

"Watch me," Jean said.

"What can I do that'll distract you?"

"I don't want to be distracted; I want to figure this out."

"That could take a while," Caleb said.

"Fuck. What are we supposed to do when we get back? Just business as usual?"

"The whole Floor can keep a secret."

"Yeah, but about this?" Jean said. She hid her usual energy, afraid of raising her voice.

"Easy. We'll make them sign NDA's," Caleb kidded.

"No Dumb Assholes?"

"Non-Disclosure Agreements."

"Why not just make them cut their palms and make the promise in blood and fire?"

"That does sound easier," Caleb admitted.

Their lunch came. Sweet and greasy diner food filled their plates.

"We still need to get through today and tomorrow before we worry about the Floor," Caleb said.

"What I'm realizing is that there's not a good answer here," Jean said.

"No?" Caleb chewed.

"No. We're just fucked."

"Stage 5: Acceptance."

"I work fast," Jean said.

"I'm still... processing," Caleb said.

"I can tell. You get quiet. Quieter, anyway."

"Mmm."

"You need to let me in at some point."

"I will."

Jean waited. Caleb kept looking across the table at her, chewing. She kicked at him, hitting his shins.

Caleb coughed, bits of food coming out. "Fuck off," he laughed.

"Tell me."

"Here?"

"Yep."

Caleb dropped his fork and put his head in his paws, pulling on his hair. "You've been my best friend since forever," Caleb said. "My first year of college didn't change that."

Jean paused, nodding.

"All college taught me is that I have no idea what love actually is. It's not whatever I was doing. I think it has something to do with happiness. But happiness has been... fleeting."

"Do you need to be happy to love someone?" Jean said.

"I don't know. I guess not. It probably helps, though."

"I don't think you get to be happy forever. You always end up neutral eventually."

"That's bleak," Caleb said.

"Happiness is overrated."

Caleb leaned in. "All we need is each other," he whispered.

Jean stuck her tongue out, trying to kick him again. Caleb moved his legs, just in time for her shoe to graze his crotch.

"Ooph," Caleb grunted.

"Wait, are youuu?" Jean said. She stretched her foot back, poking at his crotch.

Caleb shooed her away. "I don't get to control this thing!"

"That thing controls you," Jean said.

"Don't be sexist. This is the longest I've gone wi--."

"I already don't believe you."

"Still not my fault," Caleb huffed.

"Finish your waffle already."

---

"Map!" Jean said. She walked ahead and stopped in front of it. "Okay, so, there's the parking lot. That must be us. Which means we can go this way or that way. But that way is like... five miles?"

"Let's do it," Caleb said.

"You're nuts if you think I'm going that far."

Caleb started down the trail. He turned his head, ears flopping as he walked. He let his tongue hang out.

Jean's face scrunched up, feeling warm.

"Stop it," she tried, then jogged to catch up.

"What?" Caleb said.

"Nothing."

"I thought you were mad at me."

She shook her head.

"This isn't some weird form of silent anger?" he asked.

"Please," Jean rolled her eyes.

They walked the next minute without talking. Trees surrounded them, the occasional birdsong running through the forest. They stepped beside each other, looking to opposite sides of the path.

"I realized something, about earlier," Caleb said. "You don't need to be happy forever to love someone, but I think they need to be able to make you happy."

"So depressed people aren't allowed to have love lives?" Jean countered.

"No, those people are destined to a lifetime of despair."

"Don't even try, it's not worth it."

"Drugs and therapy never work. Just give up!" Caleb emphasized. He looked at his sister, his smile fading. "At least you make me happy, Jean."

Jean looked away. "Just--ugh. Don't say it like that."

"Sorry?"

"Don't apologize either! Oh my god, what is going on?"

His sister slowed her walking. Caleb turned around to her. He opened his arms. "You need a hug," he said.

"Nope."

"Come on." Caleb tackled her, almost pushing her over into a tight hug. As they stabilized, Jean kept her head on Caleb's chest.

"I needed a hug," Jean admitted.

Caleb giggled. Not a manly laugh--one that made Jean feel like he wasn't hiding behind anything. It was just him.

"Feel better?" Caleb said after a few more seconds.

"I'm okay," she said. "I think you're cute too, by the way."

"Not 'handsome' or 'dashing?'"

"Nope, cute. Adorable, even," Jean said, looking up at him.

Caleb licked her nose.

"Blech," she protested, then went ahead and licked at his lips. Soon, they were kissing with significantly less tongue.

As they kept walking and talking, the conversation visited other topics: classes and teacher. For a short while, they held each other's paws. The trail was barely wide enough. Jean would tug him along over the uneven terrain, bringing his arm closer, till Caleb fought back and brought her to him.

"Your paw is now mine," Caleb informed her.

"Damn," she said.

"I'm going to do unspeakable things with it."

"Gross."

"You wanted to feel my dick so bad back at the Diner, maybe I'll just make you--."

"Okay, no." Jean jerked her paw away from his crotch.

Caleb froze internally, paw still out. He consciously lowered it. "You're right. That was gross."

Jean bit at her inner lip, putting her paw back in her jacket.

"Sorry," Caleb said.

"You were just joking around," Jean said.

Caleb shook his head. "It wasn't cool."

"We should talk about... it. At some point."

A million threads, the starts of jokes, came to his mind, all of them no longer appropriate. He rubbed at his mouth. "Really, I'm sorry Jean."

"I get it. You're sorry," she sighed.

"I'm serious. It wasn't fair to you."

"It's okay Caleb! You didn't do anything."

He shook his head. "But I tried to. I'm not trying to get you to forgive me."

"Yeah, but I'm forgiving you, so deal with it. Jesus, it's not like you tried to fuck me or something."

Silence came back. Birdsong lost its cheer.

"I really like you. More than I should," Caleb said. "And it's been so blatantly sexual for a while now, it's like I don't know how to flirt anymore."

"Did ever actually know how to flirt?" Jean said.

"Good point," Caleb said, deflating.

Jean looked at Caleb, her brother looking at the rocks and roots below each step. She pushed him, and he couldn't catch himself in time. His knees and paws squished in the mud.

Caleb clambered back up. "Fucking--what was that for?"

"I don't know. I guess I don't know how to flirt, either."

Caleb pushed her.

---

Part 4:

---

Caleb looked up to the door.

"Just act natural," Jean said.

He dropped her paw, and they walked up the stairs.

Their mom was only a room over. "Hey. What were you kids up to?" she said. "And Jesus, Caleb, what happened?"

Caleb looked where his mother was looking: at his legs. "Oh. Right. We took a hike in the park. I may have slipped in some mud at some point," he said.

"Since when do you two go on hikes?" mom said.

"Wait a second," Jean said, "he didn't slip in mud. I pushed him in mud. I want credit!"

Caleb whistled low.

"Don't push your brother in the mud," mom said, rubbing her eyes. "Caleb, get cleaned up."

She looked at Jean. "We are going to finish dinner." Their mom grabbed Jean by the figurative ear and dragged her towards the kitchen.

Caleb made it upstairs to the bathtub, where he turned on the water, took off his socks, and started rubbing off the mud. The mud came out fine, until he realized the water was seeping into his shorts.

Caleb cursed and gingerly took off his pants. He paused. He took off his underwear too.

Once the mud was off, the water had warmed. It warmed his hands from the coolness of the day. Caleb scratched his crotch and then sniffed without hesitation. He jerked back.

I should just shower, Caleb thought. Instead, he grabbed a cloth and started removing the odors from his fur. He cleaned his sheath past the point of utility, squeezing and stroking himself. His sheath expanded till it failed to hide his ruddy erection.

Caleb thought about his sister for the millionth time, how she made him want to burst. But he couldn't expect anything from her. He didn't want to, either. But he didn't want to go to bed with an erection that would never go away, especially if she invited him to her bed again.

Leaving the water running, he found his lubricant of choice. Spreading it over his veiny length, he lubricated more of himself as the base of his penis expanded out in his paw. He rubbed his thumb against his tip, closing his eyes. He thought about his sister rubbing against his erection through his clothes. He thought about how vulnerable she looked in the deer stand. He thought about all the times he saw his sister getting fucked by a floormate, all the times he had to put aside protectiveness and keep walking.

In long strokes, he felt himself get harder, his knot swelling and pulsing.

Then he thought about their walk in the park. He felt Jean tug her paw away from him, how quickly his horniness turned on him. Caleb's jaw clenched, all the pleasure from masturbation fading.

But she forgave him, he thought.

But he couldn't recover. The canine grunted. He ran back to the bathtub, rubbed his paws under the water. He knelt in the growing puddle and washed his penis off too.

A knock at the door. "Dinner's almost ready," Jean called.

"Just a second," Caleb said.

"What?"

"Just a--" Caleb started to yell. He turned off the water and walked near the door.

"Just a second, Jean," he said to the door.

"What, are you naked in there?"

He opened the door a crack, poking his head through. "Maybe."

"Go figure," Jean said.

"What does that mean? I had to take off my shorts."

"And wrestle with that thing totally out of your control."

"Or fail in the attempt," Caleb muttered.

"What?"

"See you at dinner," he said.

---

Dinner came and went. As Jean walked into the basement, Caleb's laptop illuminated his face. She guided herself through the darkness over to him. He looked up when he heard her, a few feet away.

"Wah!" Caleb said, jumping.

"What are you up to?" Jean said.

"Not much. Trying to avoid looking at the group chat."

"Why though?"

"They're too horny. Don't need that right now," Caleb said.

"That's a first."

"Oh shush it."

"Does that make this trip home a detox for you? What's next, herbal supplements?" she asked.

"No, healing crystals."

Jean climbed onto the pullout mattress, sitting beside Caleb. She shifted around, the metal creaking, trying to get comfortable. "This really isn't that great, is it?" she said.

"It's okay," Caleb said. His gaze stayed centered on his screen.

"You're welcome to sleep with me again if you want."

Caleb glanced at his sister's smug face. "Don't say it like that."

"Why not?" she said.

"You know it's rude to tease your brother."

"Maybe I'm not teasing you."

Caleb paused his scrolling. He looked at Jean in the dark then closed his laptop. The only light came from the night sky. "Are we going to talk about it then?" Caleb said.

"I was hoping to do it sarcastically so that I could back out if it got too weird," Jean said.

"I think we did that bit already."

"You're right. We have to keep doing fresh stuff or we'll get thrown out with tomorrow's trash," Jean said.

"So what do we do instead?"

"We could try being honest with each other about what we want out of our incestuous relationship."

"What's option three?" Caleb said.

"Cyanide."

"Can we be serious for a second?" Caleb asked.

"I--sure. Fine. Option two."

"I am, like, completely terrified of you," he said.

"I thought we were going to be serious?" Jean said. She stomped her fist into his leg.

Caleb pushed her away. "I'm talking about sex."

"Oh."

"One part of me wants to just give in, because you're stupid sexy," Caleb said.

Jean stayed quiet.

"But the other part is screaming 'Oh god, please. Why? Why are you being fucking stupid?' And that part of me is really loud and it's hurting my ears."

"Earplugs?" Jean suggested.

"What is the metaphorical equivalent of earplugs, here?"

"Alcoholism."

"That's... painfully accurate," Caleb said. He shook himself like he got doused in cold water. "Well, what do you want, then?"

Jean swallowed. "I want to stop hating myself. Ourselves."

"Easier said than done."

"It is," Jean said. Caleb looked into space. She tapped her feet against the bed, watching them bounce.

"Should we sleep?" Caleb said.

"It's 10 o'clock."

"We could always keep talking about our feelings instead."

Jean changed her tune. "Let's go to my room."

Caleb grinned in the dark.

They got comfortable in Jean's bed. But they laid apart, the lack of closeness suddenly more awkward than a respectable distance.

"You wouldn't happen to want to spoon your little sister, would you?" Jean said.

"Uhh. Not if you say it like that."

"Fine, I'm big spoon, then."

"Oh no," Caleb replied.

Jean sat up slightly, looking down on her brother, curled away from her. "Watch out," she said. She nestled herself against Caleb, squeezing her bottom arm under his head. Caleb made a squeaking noise. Jean laughed.

They laid there for a while, sleep not coming. Jean lost feeling in her arm, but the warmth of his back spread through her, leaving her curious.

"Caleb?" she said.

"Yeah?"

"What's it called? Can I cop a feel?" she said, voice wavering.

"It's not copping a feel if you ask permission. That's what I tried to do. Cause I'm an idiot."

"Let me feel your junk," Jean asked directly.

Caleb stammered a series of vowels, deciding on a sentence. "I guess I won't stop you."

Jean took her upper paw off of his chest. She wondered down, sliding her fingers through his belly fur. At the waistband of his underwear, she pressed underneath, feeling the heat of his lower abs.

"Hm, Jean," he sighed.

"What?" she said. Her paw sat inches from his sheath.

"Don't freak if I start getting an erection."

"I won't," she said.

She dared down the rest of the way, guided by feel through the darkness. The warmth got more intense, a bit humid from sweat. She bumped along the rise of his sheath, of where his dick would swell from. Feeling his sheath slope down, she curled her fingers, anticipating where his balls would be. Her fingers grasped around him, holding his sack up in her paw. Her palm sitting on his sheath, his balls seemed to overflow in her hands.

Jean's tongue stuck out an inch, thinking of what she wanted to say about her brother's size. Nothing stuck out as perfect. Less-than-nothing seemed to be moral. While she thought, her digits moved his balls around, feeling the tension in the skin.

"That feels nice," Caleb said.

"And I'm not freaking out," Jean grumbled. She kept fondling him, even as his cock grew.

"Mmm-hmm," he noted.

"Before you get any ideas, I'm not jacking you off."

"Mmm-hmm. Can I jack you off?"

"It's not called that."

"Whatever," he said.

Jean paused her fondling. "Only if you're big spoon."

"We're going to hell," Caleb muttered.

They flipped around; his arms wrapped around her. His paws found her belly in turn. He scrunched his waist, avoiding rubbing his dick against her butt.

"At least it's warm in hell," Jean said.

"You want to take off your panties?" Caleb said.

Jean felt a rush of something, her heart pounding. She rolled away, squeezing out of her underwear, and went back to her brother's arms.

Caleb rubbed her belly. She felt him breathing against the top of her head, his chin held there. She felt his paw sink lower. Her fingers gripped the lower sheets, holding on. She whimpered in a way that was almost a moan. "Most guys go for the boobs first," she said.

"I'm not most guys, I'm your idiot brother." His fingers came to her soft patch of pubic fur. He dug his fingers into it. She shuddered, pressing her back against Caleb.

"I barely touched you," Caleb said.

"That's true, but you are deep in the erogenous zone."

Caleb tried to shake his head. "Such a nerd."

Two of Caleb's fingers found her slit, rubbing his soft digits against her mound. Ignoring his nerves and guided by experience, he helped himself to the full space between his sister's legs. Caleb's digits wandered around, learning her body.

Jean breathed deep a couple times, finally letting go of her grip on her sheets. "I can't wait to regret this."

"So you want me to..." Caleb trailed.

"Keep going."

"But you're going to--"

"Regret it."

"I see."

Caleb dug a couple wet fingertips into her vagina, squeezing apart her walls, feeling the warmth envelop them. All too soon, he took them out, sliding against her vulva again. Her lips were thick, her flesh soaking.

"If that's true," Caleb said, "does that make this coerced?"

"Caleb, just a tip: if you're worried about that kind of thing, you should probably stop touching them."

"Fuck, sorry."

"But you're not, so let's hope I can forget that you asked."

"Yeah, that was a pretty low-IQ play by me," Caleb admitted.

Jean laughed in spite of her rage. "Fucker."

"How can I make it up to you?"

"Hmm," Jean thought, holding her lips together. "Tell me a story."

He rubbed her thigh. "What kind of story?"

His sister took his free paw and guided him back to her crotch. She pressed him down. "The kind that explains why I'm letting you do this."

"I can't explain that," he said. His fingers worked in and out of her: slow on the way in, slower as he dragged them out, curling his fingers.

"Tell me about the first time we kissed," Jean said.

"I don't remember much."

"Then fill in the gaps, Mr. English major."

"Okay. Let me think," he said.

A minute passed. Caleb reached the limit of his finger's length, nestled in his sister's pussy. Heat wrapped around him on every push inside.

"Think faster," she insisted.

"It'll be much more rewarding if you let me go slow," Caleb said. His fingers practically paused, wiggling and turning them deep inside her.

"Fuck tha--" she moaned, briefly panting. She brought her paw to her clit, rubbing herself alongside her brother.

Caleb pressed the ridge of his snout against the back of Jean's head. He inhaled through her curls, smelling her scent.

"It was the weekend," Caleb said.

"Friday night," Jean nitpicked.

"Let me tell the story. You focus on my paws."

Jean squirmed. His fingers kept rubbing. "Gah-aahm...okay." She spread her legs further, letting him spread her easier.

"Right. Friday. We paid our toll into the lounge area. I think Ben was holding the booze money.

"He was made for that job."

"He's pretty cute," Caleb admitted. "We got in, and all the couches were taken. A bunch of people were standing around, either waiting for their turn or just to watch."

"God, I can smell it," Jean groaned.

"Only way to drown out the smell was to get your nose in a drink. So we drank. But you knew that part."

"Faster, Cale," Jean mumbled while he spoke, but he didn't comply.

"I forget what we talked about. I think we argued, actually. You wanted to sit on that gross couch and spread your legs," Caleb said.

"They clean it every week," Jean said.

"Should be every day."

"Whatever," she said. She clenched against the fingers Caleb had in her.

"I was trying to talk you out of it. I was all giggly, and you were shoving me, but I wouldn't let go of your paw. I dragged you back to the snack table, by that keg with the shitty beer. I think I got you off the topic of getting passed around. But it was at the expense of more alcohol. You were... really drunk."

"You got me drunk?" Jean said.

"I was trying to stop you. Probably. No, we... we got ourselves drunk."

"Is now a bad time to mention I feel your dick on my butt?"

"Sorry," he said, bending away. He put his fingers on her clit. He started rubbing her in tiny circles.

"Eventually you brought it up again, but you didn't make a lot of sense. You teased me about being protective."

"You are protective."

"You're my sister," he said.

Jean sighed into the pillow. "Getting close," she said.

"You yelled something like that I wanted you 'all to yourself.' It was pretty quiet that night, so people must have started noticing. But I said, 'maybe I do!'"

Jean whimpered, grabbed his paw, and guided him right to the peak of her sensitivity. She clutched his other paw for support.

"So we played our game of chicken. And I kissed you. And you... you kissed me back. We made out in front of all our friends. But I didn't even notice. I didn't even think about stopping."

Jean breathed, her breaths speeding up. Her thighs crushed around his paw. "Fucking damnit," she breathed. A rush of warmth spread through her, all centered on her brother's paw, trapped in her embrace. Drips of fluids leaked from her, wetting the sheets. Her butt had pressed back, rubbing Caleb's dick between her short tail.

"I wish I remembered," Jean said.

"I doubt it," Caleb said.

Jean turned around, facing Caleb on the bed, catching whatever breath she lost. "I'm serious."

"Why?"

"Because it was our first kiss," she said.

Caleb blinked. "It was."

"I like you, Cale."

"I like you, too."

Jean kissed his chest, reaching down and grabbing hold of his erection. "Should I return the favor? Let you put your dick in me?"

"I think we should sleep on that one," he said.

"That was a test and you passed."

"Shitty test," he mumbled.

Jean went to his ear. "Your prize is me fapping you off," she whispered. Jean rubbed the front of her paw over his length, feeling his knot. Close to him, she couldn't quite bend her hand to wrap all the way around.

"No. It's okay," he said.

Jean stopped. "I am amazed."

"I don't want to ruin your sheets."

"That's why?" she asked.

"And if I got up for a towel, I'd have to leave all this warmth behind."

"I can grab a towel if you're that lazy," Jean said.

"No, I'm fine. Let's just stay here," Caleb assured.

Jean shook her head, at a loss.

"Let's just watch each other fall asleep," he said, breathily.

"I'm so confused," she said. "Why are you trying to be romantic?"

"Making up for lost time?" Caleb laughed.

"You're a motherfucker, you know that, right?"

"I'll make it up to you tomorrow."

"How's that?" she said.

"You'll see."

Jean's blinks slowed. "Not if I show you first."

"What does that imply?" Caleb asked.

"Do I have your explicit permission to not tell you and to just do it?"

He blinked back. "You do."

"I think I just heard your penis grow an inch."

"You did."

His sister turned around and set an alarm on her phone.

"Goodnight," she said.

"Night," Caleb said.

---

Part 5:

---

Caleb's eyes opened to the sound of Jean's alarm. Jean muted it immediately. Taking a second to process the surreal nature of sleeping with his sister, his eyes closed.

Jean's bed creaked, her weight leaving the bed. The covers shifted, getting pulled away from him, off to one side. He heard Jean moving--a lot. The warm sheets were completely off of him. Caleb finally opened his eyes; tangles of sheets surrounded his sister. They made eye contact, and Jean froze.

"Why, though?" Caleb grunted.

"It worked better in my head. I was just going to slip under."

"To do what, exactly?"

"What? And ruin the surprise?" Jean tried.

"I think the surprise has already been ruined."

"Guess, then."

"Something involving me and my penis?"

"Maybe," she admitted. She dropped the sheets, leaving her cocoon. They looked each other over, acknowledging each other's near nudity. The only article of clothing between them was the shirt on Caleb's chest. Jean's breasts weren't hidden under the cover of darkness anymore. Caleb glanced at her rich brown pubic fur. After last night, it was like attaching a person to a voice. His naked sister crossed her arms.

"I could always pretend I was still asleep," Caleb said.

"How would that help?"

Caleb shrugged, stretching his arms.

Jean's eyes narrowed, her tail wagging once. "Just another thing that turns you on, huh?"

"Nuh-uh. It's just roleplaying."

"The role of someone sleeping."

"It's a role I was born for," Caleb said.

Jean's eyes rolled. Caleb dropped back down, head on the pillow.

"Can I ask you something?" Jean asked.

"No, I'm sleeping," he said.

Jean shuffled closer to him. "Why did you really turn me down last night?"

Caleb sat up. He raised his legs, bending his knees. "Because."

His sister put her paws on his knees, spreading his legs apart. She looked at his bulging sheath. "Because... why?"

Caleb opened his eyes and sat up, shuffling away. "Because. I was-I am still scared." He shook his head. "About everything. And I don't know how this is going to play out."

Jean looked straight down. Her mouth shifted to one side. "You don't think that's kind of exciting?"

"Uh. No?"

"Well I do. I'm afraid of getting caught by the rest of our family. I'm afraid of getting judged by people. But I also really want to know what it's like to have you knot me."

Caleb's back was flat to the wall, pushing himself against it. "You are so..."

"What's it like to be tied by your brother, you know?"

"Okay. Ha ha. Suck a dick."

Jean stayed pressed against his legs. "Don't think I won't. That was the plan originally, you know, if you weren't such a big scaredy-cat."

"Where did the girl go that wanted to run away?" Caleb asked, blinking.

Jean sighed, then made eye contact. "She found you."

For a second, Caleb looked back. Then he looked away. He nodded. "You've convinced me."

"About?"

"I'll pretend I'm not scared."

"You know what they say," Jean said, sitting down on her belly. "Fake it till you make it."

"It's true," Caleb said. He looked down at his sister's paw moving.

"How's this?" she said.

She looked up, one paw rubbing his sheath, the other petting his belly, feeling his ab muscles strain under his fur.

"Good," he said.

"Good?" she said, like she didn't believe his answer.

Caleb nodded, closing his eyes. He slid down in bed, legs rubbing against his sister. His sister stayed between his legs. She kept her head close to him, watching his cock work its way free as she explored.

His fur stood on edge, but he made his body relax. Jean squeezed and groped, as much trying to get an erection out of him as trying to find some meaning buried in his fur. He was soft, all his fur delicate and messy. He smelled like something, but she couldn't place the scent.

Caleb's mouth hung open from a deep breath. He fell into his pillow, and he fell into the warmth his sister gave him. One of his back paws twitched, digging his claws into the sheet. Jean wrapped her fingers around his penis and stroked him.

"I've touched a lot of dicks. Even a lot of canines. Yours somehow feels different, you know?" Jean said.

She squeezed the upper half of his flesh. Pre moistened his tip. She was close enough that she could see it leak out.

"For the record, I was teasing you. I don't want you to fuck me."

Jean tried to look away from her brother, but she couldn't get far. She closed her eyes, pressing her head against the side of his leg. She smelled his confusing scent again. As her hand slid down, she found a new bump forming in his length.

"Knots are weird," she said. "No, when you think about it, sex is just weird. Sharing genetic information because it makes stronger offspring: that's weird. Which again, I don't want to do. We're not going 50/50 on that investment. Okay?"

"Mmm," Caleb agreed, his eyes still closed.

"That doesn't stop me from thinking they're hot. Which, like, that's not fair, right? Why don't I get to decide that? Why don't I get to decide what I like?"

Caleb didn't respond in any way other than letting his legs fall back down into the blankets. Jean stayed close, watching his body respond to her treatment. She could see every vein. Her lips stayed an inch apart. She couldn't stop from smelling him.

"Or who, for that matter. It's so--" she shook her head, "it's fucking stupid."

Caleb opened his eyes. He moved his paw, reaching for her free one. She grabbed his fingers, staring at them.

"I'm okay," she whispered. She looked down at his dripping penis. "I'm more than okay. I--I still want this."

Jean opened her mouth, hovering above him. She only had to relax to take Caleb's dick into her. His taste filled her. Her silky maw slid over him.

Caleb breathed out. "Jean," he said. He wasn't trying to get her attention. Even less was he trying to get her to stop.

His pawtips found her head. She sucked down, taking him deeper, feeling his thick cock fill her maw. As she found more of him, Caleb sat up and Jean moved with him. She hardly paused as they made eye contact, both breathing hard, then sinking down on him again. But now, Caleb's paws were close. Caleb moaned. He looked down at her more comfortably, holding the back of her head and holding her curly hair still.

The room sounded wet, messy. But the mess was contained. As long as she kept her breathing steady, she could stay deep on her brother. Her paws stayed busy. Her left paw gripped Caleb's knot; her right gently squeezed his balls.

And if she stayed down, she could avoid talking. Talking meant thinking about more than just the smooth texture of his cock on her tongue. It meant thinking further ahead than her next breath. She let herself get lost in the act. Slowly, she felt his balls tighten.

"Jean. Jean, I'm close," Caleb panted, urgent. "Jean?"

Caleb moaned again. It came out in long, hard spurts, like Jean was squeezing the cum out of him. She coated her muzzle, feeling his knot grow against her lips and his balls twitch against her fingers. His penis flexed in her mouth with each pulse, cum spraying in. It started dripping out of her mouth, running down his cock.

She thought better, wrapping her lips around him tightly and swallowing. Her tongue slid against him, lubricated with Caleb's overdue release. Over the next few swallows, his spurts became drips, coaxed out by her tongue. Soon, there was nothing but a bitter taste in her mouth.

Jean lifted away, breathing deep a couple of times. The brother and sister met eyes, both of Jean's paws holding Caleb's penis.

"You're pretty good at that," Caleb said.

Jean felt offended for a reason she couldn't place. "Thanks," she said. She dropped his cock, sitting down next to him. She looked at him, not the wall or her door.

"We told the parents we'd go back to school soon," he said.

"We did," she said.

"Are you ready?"

Jean shook her head. "Sure."

"We'll have each other in there, right?" Caleb said, "In the meat grinder?"

"Cale, take my paw?"

"Okay."

"What does it feel like?" she asked.

Caleb looked over. "Sis?"

"Yeah?"

"This is my intellectual property."

"It's mine now! What does my paw feel like?" she insisted.

"It feels like," Caleb sighed, "it feels like it's not going anywhere."

"Exactly."

"I'm suing," he said.

"Good luck. My lawyers are excellent," she said.

"My lawyers were trained by Atticus Finch."

"My lawyers were trained by all the supreme court justices, alive and dead."

Caleb snorted. "Yeah, well my lawyers--

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Author's note:

More stories set in this universe may come in the near future. It probably wouldn't be a direct continuation of this one, but it would take place at the college. There would also be a paid-for YCH element. Stay tuned.

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