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Holidays. Home from college. Parents out. Just the two of us. Like when we were kids.

It was kinda late. I was kinda tired. She'd gone to take a piss. Left me on the couch. Movie on, shoes off, hooves out.

The film wasn't good. Flashy. Stupid. Something to fill the silence, and easy to ignore when there was anything else to talk about.

I heard the flush, then the door. Her steps came up behind me, soft on the carpet. A hoof stuck over the back of the couch, then her hands on the back, and the rest of her valuted after. Almost kicked me. She came down hard on the cushion.

"Fuck! I can still do it!"

I was staring at where my sis'd landed. She wasn't wearing pants. Or panties. Or anything, from the waist down. Her bare muff pressed against the seat, fat and wet. And out from it winked her clit.

Whatever part of me should have fucked off, turned away, that wasn't what had my reins. I just looked. And looked. And looked some more.

"What, you like the view?"

That brought my eyes up, though they stalled along the way. Her breasts were out, too, just above her thighs. Bigger than I thought they'd be. Her shirt draped at their tops, blue and not hiding anything. From there it was a straight run to her face, her sloppy grin, that slight blush beneath the hair of her cheeks, and her tense, blue stare.

She'd always do stuff like this, push me, prod me, a little more, a little more. Never knew where to stop, so it always had to be me who stopped it. But she hadn't done this. Not naked. Not in heat. "You should-" But that's where my last thought ended. Bridge out. Head empty.

Her smell. Her smell! She reeked of heat! I'd caught it before, on others, on her, but only ever faint throught clothes, a thin whiff on the wind. This? Not hidden or covered; she bared it to me, strong and fresh and wanting.

"You not on the pill?" It was the only question that came.

"Of course I am." She gave a laugh. Just one.

Don't look. Don't look. "But you smell so-"

She cut me off. "It doesn't do everything, alright?"

"I wouldn't know." And even if I'd been told somewhere, I couldn't remember now. "Not like I use them." My pants were getting full, getting tight. I took another breath, and the scent was even sweeter, even stronger. "What do they do, then?"

Her hand went down, and my eyes followed. It reached to that long, dark, upside-down teardrop between her legs, that winked at me again when she touched it. "Makes things easier. Easier to ignore. Easier to please. Easier to... well, not get knocked up."

"Not making your smell easy to ignore." My own want pressed up my belly, out of my boxers, under my belt.

She laughed again, this one fuller, looser, less... nervous? "That's the one thing it doesn't do so much. They got pads for that." But I couldn't see anything pad-ish between her legs. Must've left that with the pants and panties.

Her fingers kept on stroking, and I kept watching. Up and down, up and down, and then in. Held them there. Worked them around. And whe she brought them back out, they were soaked. Her clit peeked again. It was just as soaked, and drooling.

I wanted to touch it. I was scared to move. "And the, uh... you're kinda getting the sofa wet?"

She looked down. "Okay, two things for pads." Another wink, another diribble.

"You're gonna make a mess," I hissed. "Couldnt've done that on the toilet?" I was staring. I shouldn't be staring. I couldn't not stare.

"I dunno." Her voice cracked, nervous again. "Thought you'd worry if I took too long."

"So you came out here to do it right in front of me?"

She closed her legs, brought her hand back up. "Made sense at the time." Then she licked her fingers.

That was enough. That was too much. I looked away, looked down. My shaft beat hard, flaring out. The shirt still covered it up, but she couldn't not see the swell. Felt so good.

"Hey," she whispered across, "If you needa jack it off, bathroom's free."

"What the fuck?" I almost jumped. "I'm not gonna-!"

"Well I am." She spread her legs, wider than before, and stuck her fingers back in. "Only fair you get to."

I could hear the rubbing, feel it through the cushons. She slipped down and forward, hanging her muff out to air. Her clit peeked out again, over those fingers buried in her cunt. She humped up against them, in and out, in and out. And every time, a little more of her slick dribbled out with. She smelled so sweet.

"At least take off your pants."

That made me jump. "Fuck! What!? Why?"

She jerked her head toward the event-tent I was pitching. "Can't be comfortable."

Damned if she wasn't right on that. It was tight, and starting to hurt. But she had me in a corner. I could go, jack off, and she'd have her score. Or I could stay and bear it, and she'd keep poking me. So, fuck it. If she was gonna push it this far, I wasn't gonna take the hit to put on the brakes.

I undid my belt.

"Oh my gods!" It was something between a gasp and a laugh. "You're actually doing it."

I kept going. Pants, zipper, boxers. Pulled them down to tuck under my balls. Shirt up, cock out. I turned to be sure she was watching.

"Wow," she mumbled. "Didn't think you'd... uh... Wow."

It was my turn to laugh. "You're fingerin' yourself next to me, but seeing my cock's a surprise?"

"Guess not, really." All of her attention was on me, on my shaft, tracing up and down its length. "Fuck," her voice went quieter. She wasn't even working her cunt anymore. "You smell really good."

It slipped out, "Yeah, well, so do you." That was supposed to be a jab, an accusation. Didn't feel like one.

Her eyes lingered on my tip, my flare. Then she met my gaze. "You think so?"

And I did. I mean, not that way. She was in heat, of course she smelled good. It was only natural. Only natural. To be hard from her scent. To look down again at her bared muff. To want it.

Too late I realized I had my hand around my shaft. Wasn't sure if I was starting to stroke it or hide it. But to her, it must've looked like I was showing it off. 'You like this?' Or something. And the more she stared at it, the more she looked like she did want it.

I let go, let it bob. "You're making a puddle. They're gonna see, when they get back. Or just smell it."

She looked down to the growing stain. "Eh." Her eyes came right back to me, back to my cock. A grin cracked her muzzle. "Got an idea for that."

She pushed up, stood, stepped over to straddle me. Her tail flagged, her cheeks spread.

I was staring right into her asshole, watching it pucker and kiss the air. "The fuck are you-?"

She bent and reached back between her legs, gripped the end of my shaft. The flare slid across that soft, slick puff of her crotch. It made me shudder, head to toe. Thought she was going to slide right down on it. Wanted her to do that, so fuckin' bad.

But she pulled it farther, all the way to her front. And then she came down on my lap. "There, see? Problem solved!"

Solved. Solved! She had her bare cunt pressed against the base of my shaft, sopping her horny stink all over my crotch, my belly, my... "My shirt! My pants! The fuck?"

"Oh come on, you're easier to wash than the cushion, yeah?"

Didn't help that she was right. Helped even less when I felt her wink, the heat of her clit poking my cock. My heart thumped. I felt it in my chest, between my hips, beneath my balls, up my length, all the way to my tip. It flared wide as it could go, right in her hands.

"Like that?" She rocked her hips side to side, rubbing her clit on me. "That's okay?"

I made a noise, almost a laugh. It wasn't okay. It was very much not okay. And I wanted her so badly. "Yeah."

"You're real warm," she cooed, gently rubbing my length. "Feels good."

I didn't say anything to that. Didn't need to. Was already as hard as I could get.

She peered back at me over her shoulder, "You got a condom?"

Oh. Fuck.

What could I say to that? No? She'd have to drop it, then. Unless she didn't, and started talking about going bare... Then I'd have to fess up to the lie. Or actually go in bare. Or how 'bout not fuck her? Why'd I think of that last? Maybe I did wanna fuck her.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fine! If she was gonna push it, then she'd have to push it. "Nope. Not even one."

"Oh." She went quiet. But the rest of her didn't stop telling. I felt her winking at my base. I felt her fingertips trace the spout of my flare. I felt her belly rise and fall against my length. And then, "Shame," she hissed, "It'd be great if you did."

That was almost a relief. Almost. I was already wound up and waiting for her to press more. Wanting her to. Her! My sister! With her scent right there, her cunt right there, I couldn't not think about stuffing it in, rutting her good. And now there wasn't even a condom in those fantasies. We didn't need it. The risk made it better. "We'd have to pull out." I didn't mean to say that. I didn't mean to say it so loud.

She went completely still. Her hands, both, gripped me just below my flare. Mine lay at her waist, just shy of taking her breasts.

There was just the sound of the movie. Somehow that was worse than silence. I had to break it. "When you climbed on me, I thought you were gonna... y'know, climb on me."

"I meant it like," she swallowed. Another warm prod, her nub against my cock. "So you don't shoot it on the carpet?"

"Oh." I didn't mean to sound so disappointed.

But then she pushed off my lap, dragged her muff slowly up my length all the way to my tip. There she stopped, her drooling pussy laid flat across my flare. "Like this?" Her voice was a whisper. Another wink, this one right against my spout. She flagged her tail, bared it all to me. Her asshole clenched and puffed, clenched and puffed.

I put my hands to her cheeks, thumbs at her taint, and pulled her open, just a little. She shuddered, nickered. Her knees bent and she sank down on me. My flare squashed against her, didn't quite go in. She pushed harder. I spread her more, wider. And then something gave, and my tip slipped in. She shuddered, head to toe.

A gasp caught in my throat. "We shouldn't do this," I panted out. "We shouldn't be doing any of this."

She bore down, swallowed another inch of me. "But we are." And then another.

Hard to think about anything. All I could feel was my flare working its way up through her tunnel. "Gonna make a mess of the sofa." That wouldn't change her mind. It couldn't even change mine.

"Fuck the sofa." She sank lower, taking more and more of me in.

Almost hilted. I had to say something. Couldn't keep it in. "I lied." Another inch of me went in. "I got condoms upstairs."

That stopped her. But only for a breath. Then she rocked her hips and stirred me around in her. I felt her fingers on the underside of my cock, right where it stuffed into her. Back and forth, back and forth. She was stroking herself. And me.

Her tail flicked me in the face. "You wanna fuck your sis bare?" She laughed, "Bare!"

A part of me did. All of me did. But I wasn't gonna take all the blame. Not when she was riding me like this. "Don't see you pulling off." Hands on her hips, held her down as I thrust up. "Desperate enough for my dick that you'd take me raw."

"Wanna shoot in me?" Her asscheeks bounced on my lap. She was all the way to the hilt. Her insides gripped my flare, beating hard against me as I beat back. "Wanna cum in your sis?"

I thrust again. "Yeah." Then again. Could feel it starting, feel it coming, getting close to getting close. I kept going.

She rubbed herself faster, more frantic. Her legs shook. Voice, too. "I lied, too."

I knew, I knew, I fucking knew. But still asked, "About?"

"The pill. Nothin' in the way."

It took a moment to sink in. And then, "Oh fuck. Oh fuck!" I didn't know why, but I gripped her waist, her breasts, humped, rutted, fast as I could. It was too good. Tits between my fingers. Balls gone tight, slapping her muff. Flare kissing her pucker.

She knew what was coming, she had to know. Her legs shook, her back arched, her hand held down her clit. I could feel her clamping, I could feel her shuddering. She wasn't pulling off. I wasn't pulling out. She was cumming. I was cumming.

One last thrust, hilted hard as I could. It forced something out of her, a sound I'd never heard. Strangled. Joyous. And then it all came up, all the way to the base of my flare, to my tip. It itched so good, I didn't want it to stop. But it wouldn't stay, I couldn't hold it. That first pump, that first shot inside her, a burst of my heat to meet hers. Then another, and another, and another, more than I thought I was able. And there was nothing to keep it from taking.

When I was done, when she was too, we lay back together, her on me and me in her. The movie was still going. I still had my hands on her breasts.

She brought her arm up, brushed my mane, tickled my ears. They felt hot. My cheeks, too.

"Made a mess," she cooed.

I could feel as much as see it. Lots of her slick. Some of my load. And sweat from us both. My pants were a lost cause. Both our tops, too. I mumbled out, "Should clean it up." At least we hadn't gotten too much on the sofa.

She pushed up slowly, pulled herself off. My flare prickled the whole way out. Sensitive as fuck. So was she, from the little noises she made.

It came loose with a pop, coated and glistening with my spunk. More seeped out after, from me, from her. It left a creamy dribble hanging from her spattered teardrop.

She gave it a rub, smeared it on her fingertips. "C'mon," she told me, "before it soaks through to the cushions." Her legs wobbled. Her ass puckered. Another gob of white squished out. She reached up, stretched, peeled her shirt off over her arms. And then she stuffed it between her legs, to sop up what she was leaking.

So I stood and stripped, top and pants and boxers, and gave my flare a wipe. It hung there, between us, leaking out more. She'd turned to watch me. I watched back, the whole of her, bare from hooves to mound to chest and muzzle. Amber speckled with white. Shining.

She crossed her arms. "Been a while you've seen me naked?"

"Yeah. You look good."

"Fuck me, blow a load in me, and then ya call me pretty?" She gave a snort and tossed her top over her shoulder. "Top tier brother." Her tail flicked out; she clopped past me, out of the room and down the hall. I wadded up my own things and followed her to the washing room.

When I caught up, she was leaned over to set the cycle. Her cheeks spread, her tail flagged. Didn't know if she was presenting, or just standing funny.

She didn't look up, just, "C'mon, put it in."

I stared at her asshole, at her cunt hanging out beneath. Another wad of my spunk seeped slowly from that crack. And she still reeked of heat. Heat! I'd probably just knocked her up.

She stuck out a hand. "Your clothes, dipshit."

Yeah, those. I gave them over.

And then everything was in, set and soaped and running. But she didn't turn, didn't leave. Just leaned there on the machine. Her tail danced, left, right, left. My heart beat, my cock bobbed in front of me. Dunno when it'd stopped going limp, but now I was almost hard.

"You lied to me," she growled, low.

"What?" I didn't get what she meant, not fast enough.

"You said you didn't have a condom. You said you'd pull out."

Didn't know what to say, so I just pushed back, "And you said you were on the pill." Were we arguing? "You climbed on me, rode me!" It felt wrong.

She didn't say anything to that. She didn't say anything for a while. Only her tail kept moving. And her asshole. Had I won? Didn't feel like winning.

And then she turned, and didn't look so upset. "It was good, wasn't it?"

It was. It was. "Oh gods, yes."

She pushed up and off the machine and turned to me, just inches away. Her hand went down to her muff, gave it a long, deep rub. It winked again over her fingers. More cream seeped out. "I'm still fuckin' horny." She gave me a wanting grin. Her eyes held to mine.

I was hard, and starting to flare again. "Should I get a condom?"

A laugh popped out of her. "Little late for that, yea?" She took a step, brought her belly right to my shaft, gave herself - and me - a rub.

Couldn't imagine my seed wasn't taking in her right then. Shoulda been terrifying. But that thought only made me harder. "Guess so." I put one hand to hers, to my tip, and pressed it to her muff. Her clit peeked again, warm and wet against my smeared flare.

She put her muzzle to mine. Snout to snout. Her breath came heavy and hot.

I ran my other hand over her hip, around to her behind, and took her by the tail. "Want me to pull out this time?"

Her grin got wider, mischeivous. "Same answer."

I put my snout to hers, lips to lips. Her hips rocked to mine. I gripped her rump, humped into her, drove my flare into her bared heat. She gasped, her lips came apart. I pressed in there, too, wrapped mine around hers. She took me, welcomed me, above as below.

We went slow. Still sensitive, still half-spent, her and especially me. But the longer we went, the easier it got. She braced herself back against the washer, and I plugged her again and again with each lip-locked breath we shared.

And then the wash cycle started.

She squirmed and squealed, stifled by our embrace. I felt it, too, that rhythmic rocking so much faster than ours. But she didn't move, and I wasn't going to move her. The machine ran her hips back against me, twice and more what we'd been doing. It was only natural to match its pace. Faster, faster. It almost hurt. It was almost too much.

But it was also too good. Brought me to the edge, held me there, not quite enough to make me blow, but feeling like it was. Her, too, I think. More gasps. More moans.

She broke the kiss, gave a whisper, "C'mon, bro. Shoot it in me."

That got me closer. I kept rutting, sprinting for a finish only just out of reach. "I will, I will... just getting... almost..." It was hard to talk, going that fast.

"I'm in heat." Her voice came louder, uneven, almost a squeal. "Cum in me!"

What she was doing, it was working. I was boiling over. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna...!"

"Knock me up! Get me pregnant!"

Fuck, fuck, "Fuck!" I grabbed her ass, both hands, and slammed into her all the way to my balls. Didn't try to hold it, didn't even dare. It came up and I blew it all into her, thick and warm right into her heat.

And then she grabbed my neck, pulled me back into the kiss we'd dropped. I pressed back, plugged her, there as I'd done below. Could feel our mess dripping down my balls. The washer was making it dribble all over our hooves.

She parted from my lips and huffed out against my muzzle, "Should probably clean ourselves up."

I nodded to agree.

It was even more sensitive, pulling out that second time. Itched fierce, tickled even - a mangled nicker slipped out. She just giggled the whole way.

More of my mess drooled out of her, off of me. She stuck a hand between her legs to keep it from the floor. I did the same with my flare. We made for the shower, quick. Was easier walking for me, so I got there first.

She followed me in and pushed by for the toilet, "Gotta pee."

I grinned at her. "Again?" Her pants and panties were still there on the floor. Guess pads did work - they weren't making the room reek nearly as much as she did.

Turned on the shower, then had to wait for it to warm. So I leaned against the wall across from her while she pissed. Funny, just a few hours earlier it'd been awkward as fuck. Now, not even a little.

"Me next."

She hopped in the shower while I took my turn at the pot. Wouldnt've minded if she'd watched. Was only fair.

"Hop in when you're done," she called over the water's hiss. "Nice and hot."

That shoulda been even more awkward. But when I stepped into the stall behind her, it only felt right. She wasn't shampooed up, just stood in the spray, back to me, rubbing herself. Down her front. Between her legs. Wouldn't do much about all that spunk still inside.

I put my arms around her, my hands to hers - one on her breast, the other stuck in her cream-filled pouch. "You still smell good," I murmured into her ear, "Even wet." My shaft hung against her asscheeks, beating its way up.

She snorted, spattered water on the wall. "You gonna keep doing this?"

"If you want me to." I put my chin to her neck and slid it down her shoulder.

She rubbed back against me, muzzle to muzzle, cheek to cheek. "You've really got a thing for tryna get your sis pregnant."

"Only tryin'?" I scoffed. Her ear flicked against mine. My shaft climbed her thighs. "How long've you been wanting this?"

"Dunno," she hissed, just like the water. "You?"

I didn't know either, couldn't even begin to say. Felt like it'd always been there, buried - or not even buried? I'd just not seen. Until now. Maybe it'd been there forever.

She put her hand to my shaft, where it stuck out from between her legs. "Guess we're the same, then." Her fingers ran down the rest of its length to the start of my flare. She took it, raised it up. "One more, before we have to be clean?"

My tip was so tender, almost sore. But her touch, it was still more than enough. I took her by both hips, leaned her forward. She reached down, guided me in.

It was tight. Us, packed together in the shower. Me, packed into her. We started slow, but didn't stay that way long - two loads made her slick inside, made it easy to go faster, rougher. It squished around my cock each time I bottomed out in her. She was moaning. I was gonna put even more in her.

"Gettin' kinda close," I murmured over her shoulder.

"Don't tell me when you're gonna shoot."

"Why?"

She huffed back, "Feels better when it's a surprise."

That was fucked up, but I guess I liked fucked-up. And couldn't say I wasn't any better. So I went on rutting her, pounding her, until I was flaring full and proud at the bottom of her breeding hole. And in that moment, hilted to her and cumming, it was like I was knocking her up all over again.

And when she felt it pulse in me, in her, she let out the lewdest whinny, like there was nobody to hear us for miles. I hilted again, again, crammed my flare against her grasping insides. It burst out like her cry, warm enough to be almost a cry of its own. I filled her up, as much as I could force into her, as much as I had left. And when it was over, when I pulled out - slowly, so very slowly - and knelt in the downpour, she came down and sat back against me. Her breathing, her beating, was soft and gentle against my lap. I was spent too - didn't have any more in me. And that was enough.

We stayed like that until the hot water ran low. That was probably long enough, anyways. I helped her up and out, she toweled me down, and I gave her a good, long blow-dry. We looked like nothing had happened. Well, almost. She still had a little seam of cream seeping out. But, hey, pads would cover that.

Moved our clothes to the dryer, then changed from our luggage. Probably wasn't a good idea to hang around naked for too long, not in our parents' house.

The movie was done, so I put on some horror. She nestled up next to me, almost back on my lap. Could still smell the heat on her, but it wasn't so bad. She didn't seem so horny. I wasn't, either. At least for the night.

Wondered what we'd do after the holidays. Maybe long-distance... whatever this was? Maybe try for the same Uni next year. Maybe something else. Probably shoulda worried about all that stuff before we'd done the deed, but... Ah well. It was hard to care about all that stuff just then. And we still had another week before we went back.