{"sf1_id":1804935,"sf2_id":"bebK9wmA","title":"Heedless","author":"ABadChoiceofWords","words":4486,"posted_at":"2022-01-06T11:17:00.000Z","tags":["Bareback","Breeding","Brother","Creampie","Cum","Ejaculation","Equine","Female","Fingering","Flare","Heat","Impregnation","Incest","Male","Male/Female","Masturbation","Mating","Messy","Pregnancy risk","Sex","Sister","Straight","Unprotected","Vaginal","Winking","sibling"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1804935-heedless","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/bebK9wmA","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/c5/bb/c5bba78b-efee-4c10-bcce-796aa32872b2","description":"Second one. We've got a couple of horses. Possibly up to no good.","content":"Holidays.\u0026nbsp; Home from college.\u0026nbsp; Parents out.\u0026nbsp; Just the two of us.\u0026nbsp; Like when we were kids.\n\nIt was kinda late.\u0026nbsp; I was kinda tired.\u0026nbsp; She'd gone to take a piss.\u0026nbsp; Left me on the couch.\u0026nbsp; Movie on, shoes off, hooves out.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe film wasn't good.\u0026nbsp; Flashy.\u0026nbsp; Stupid.\u0026nbsp; Something to fill the silence, and easy to ignore when there was anything else to talk about.\n\nI heard the flush, then the door.\u0026nbsp; Her steps came up behind me, soft on the carpet.\u0026nbsp; A hoof stuck over the back of the couch, then her hands on the back, and the rest of her valuted after.\u0026nbsp; Almost kicked me.\u0026nbsp; She came down hard on the cushion.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Fuck!\u0026nbsp; I can still do it!\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nI was staring at where my sis'd landed.\u0026nbsp; She wasn't wearing pants.\u0026nbsp; Or panties.\u0026nbsp; Or anything, from the waist down.\u0026nbsp; Her bare muff pressed against the seat, fat and wet.\u0026nbsp; And out from it winked her clit.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhatever part of me should have fucked off, turned away, that wasn't what had my reins.\u0026nbsp; I just looked.\u0026nbsp; And looked.\u0026nbsp; And looked some more.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"What, you like the view?\"\n\nThat brought my eyes up, though they stalled along the way.\u0026nbsp; Her breasts were out, too, just above her thighs.\u0026nbsp; Bigger than I thought they'd be.\u0026nbsp; Her shirt draped at their tops, blue and not hiding anything.\u0026nbsp; 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.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe'd always do stuff like this, push me, prod me, a little more, a little more.\u0026nbsp; Never knew where to stop, so it always had to be me who stopped it.\u0026nbsp; But she hadn't done this.\u0026nbsp; Not naked.\u0026nbsp; Not in heat.\u0026nbsp; \"You should-\"\u0026nbsp; But that's where my last thought ended.\u0026nbsp; Bridge out.\u0026nbsp; Head empty.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer smell.\u0026nbsp; Her smell!\u0026nbsp; She reeked of heat!\u0026nbsp; I'd caught\u0026nbsp; it before, on others, on her, but only ever faint throught clothes, a thin whiff on the wind.\u0026nbsp; This?\u0026nbsp; Not hidden or covered; she bared it to me, strong and fresh and wanting.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You not on the pill?\"\u0026nbsp; It was the only question that came.\n\n\"Of course I am.\"\u0026nbsp; She gave a laugh.\u0026nbsp; Just one.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nDon't look.\u0026nbsp; Don't look.\u0026nbsp; \"But you smell so-\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe cut me off.\u0026nbsp; \"It doesn't do everything, alright?\"\n\n\"I wouldn't know.\"\u0026nbsp; And even if I'd been told somewhere, I couldn't remember now.\u0026nbsp; \"Not like I use them.\"\u0026nbsp; My pants were getting full, getting tight.\u0026nbsp; I took another breath, and the scent was even sweeter, even stronger.\u0026nbsp; \"What do they do, then?\"\n\nHer hand went down, and my eyes followed.\u0026nbsp; It reached to that long, dark, upside-down teardrop between her legs, that winked at me again when she touched it.\u0026nbsp; \"Makes things easier.\u0026nbsp; Easier to ignore.\u0026nbsp; Easier to please.\u0026nbsp; Easier to... well, not get knocked up.\"\n\n\"Not making your smell easy to ignore.\"\u0026nbsp; My own want pressed up my belly, out of my boxers, under my belt.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe laughed again, this one fuller, looser, less... nervous?\u0026nbsp; \"That's the one thing it doesn't do so much.\u0026nbsp; They got pads for that.\"\u0026nbsp; But I couldn't see anything pad-ish between her legs.\u0026nbsp; Must've left that with the pants and panties.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer fingers kept on stroking, and I kept watching.\u0026nbsp; Up and down, up and down, and then in.\u0026nbsp; Held them there.\u0026nbsp; Worked them around.\u0026nbsp; And whe she brought them back out, they were soaked.\u0026nbsp; Her clit peeked again.\u0026nbsp; It was just as soaked, and drooling.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nI wanted to touch it.\u0026nbsp; I was scared to move.\u0026nbsp; \"And the, uh... you're kinda getting the sofa wet?\"\n\nShe looked down.\u0026nbsp; \"Okay, two things for pads.\"\u0026nbsp; Another wink, another diribble.\n\n\"You're gonna make a mess,\" I hissed.\u0026nbsp; \"Couldnt've done that on the toilet?\"\u0026nbsp; I was staring.\u0026nbsp; I shouldn't be staring.\u0026nbsp; I couldn't not stare.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I dunno.\"\u0026nbsp; Her voice cracked, nervous again.\u0026nbsp; \"Thought you'd worry if I took too long.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"So you came out here to do it right in front of me?\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe closed her legs, brought her hand back up.\u0026nbsp; \"Made sense at the time.\"\u0026nbsp; Then she licked her fingers.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nThat was enough.\u0026nbsp; That was too much.\u0026nbsp; I looked away, looked down.\u0026nbsp; My shaft beat hard, flaring out.\u0026nbsp; The shirt still covered it up,\u0026nbsp; but she couldn't not see the swell.\u0026nbsp; Felt so good.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hey,\" she whispered across, \"If you needa jack it off, bathroom's free.\"\n\n\"What the fuck?\"\u0026nbsp; I almost jumped.\u0026nbsp; \"I'm not gonna-!\"\n\n\"Well I am.\"\u0026nbsp; She spread her legs, wider than before, and stuck her fingers back in.\u0026nbsp; \"Only fair you get to.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nI could hear the rubbing, feel it through the cushons.\u0026nbsp; She slipped down and forward, hanging her muff out to air.\u0026nbsp; Her clit peeked out again, over those fingers buried in her cunt.\u0026nbsp; She humped up against them, in and out, in and out.\u0026nbsp; And every time, a little more of her slick dribbled out with.\u0026nbsp; She smelled so sweet.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"At least take off your pants.\"\n\nThat made me jump.\u0026nbsp; \"Fuck!\u0026nbsp; What!?\u0026nbsp; Why?\"\n\nShe jerked her head toward the event-tent I was pitching.\u0026nbsp; \"Can't be comfortable.\"\n\nDamned if she wasn't right on that.\u0026nbsp; It was tight, and starting to hurt.\u0026nbsp; But she had me in a corner.\u0026nbsp; I could go, jack off, and she'd have her score.\u0026nbsp; Or I could stay and bear it, and she'd keep poking me.\u0026nbsp; So, fuck it.\u0026nbsp; If she was gonna push it this far, I wasn't gonna take the hit to put on the brakes.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nI undid my belt.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh my gods!\"\u0026nbsp; It was something between a gasp and a laugh.\u0026nbsp; \"You're actually doing it.\"\n\nI kept going.\u0026nbsp; Pants, zipper, boxers.\u0026nbsp; Pulled them down to tuck under my balls.\u0026nbsp; Shirt up, cock out.\u0026nbsp; I turned to be sure she was watching.\n\n\"Wow,\" she mumbled.\u0026nbsp; \"Didn't think you'd... uh...\u0026nbsp; Wow.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt was my turn to laugh.\u0026nbsp; \"You're fingerin' yourself next to me, but seeing my cock's a surprise?\"\n\n\"Guess not, really.\"\u0026nbsp; All of her attention was on me, on my shaft, tracing up and down its length.\u0026nbsp; \"Fuck,\" her voice went quieter.\u0026nbsp; She wasn't even working her cunt anymore.\u0026nbsp; \"You smell really good.\"\n\nIt slipped out, \"Yeah, well, so do you.\"\u0026nbsp; That was supposed to be a jab, an accusation.\u0026nbsp; Didn't feel like one.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer eyes lingered on my tip, my flare.\u0026nbsp; Then she met my gaze.\u0026nbsp; \"You think so?\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd I did.\u0026nbsp; I mean, not that way.\u0026nbsp; She was in heat, of course she smelled good.\u0026nbsp; It was only natural.\u0026nbsp; Only natural.\u0026nbsp; To be hard from her scent.\u0026nbsp; To look down again at her bared muff.\u0026nbsp; To want it.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nToo late I realized I had my hand around my shaft.\u0026nbsp; Wasn't sure if I was starting to stroke it or hide it.\u0026nbsp; But to her, it must've looked like I was showing it off.\u0026nbsp; 'You like this?'\u0026nbsp; Or something.\u0026nbsp; And the more she stared at it, the more she looked like she did want it.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nI let go, let it bob.\u0026nbsp; \"You're making a puddle.\u0026nbsp; They're gonna see, when they get back.\u0026nbsp; Or just smell it.\"\n\nShe looked down to the growing stain.\u0026nbsp; \"Eh.\"\u0026nbsp; Her eyes came right back to me, back to my cock.\u0026nbsp; A grin cracked her muzzle.\u0026nbsp; \"Got an idea for that.\"\n\nShe pushed up, stood, stepped over to straddle me.\u0026nbsp; Her tail flagged, her cheeks spread.\n\nI was staring right into her asshole, watching it pucker and kiss the air.\u0026nbsp; \"The fuck are you-?\"\n\nShe bent and reached back between her legs, gripped the end of my shaft.\u0026nbsp; The flare slid across that soft, slick puff of her crotch.\u0026nbsp; It made me shudder, head to toe.\u0026nbsp; Thought she was going to slide right down on it.\u0026nbsp; Wanted her to do that, so fuckin' bad.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut she pulled it farther, all the way to her front.\u0026nbsp; And then she came down on my lap.\u0026nbsp; \"There, see?\u0026nbsp; Problem solved!\"\n\nSolved.\u0026nbsp; Solved!\u0026nbsp; She had her bare cunt pressed against the base of my shaft, sopping her horny stink all over my crotch, my belly, my...\u0026nbsp; \"My shirt!\u0026nbsp; My pants!\u0026nbsp; The fuck?\"\n\n\"Oh come on, you're easier to wash than the cushion, yeah?\"\n\nDidn't help that she was right.\u0026nbsp; Helped even less when I felt her wink, the heat of her clit poking my cock.\u0026nbsp; My heart thumped.\u0026nbsp; I felt it in my chest, between my hips, beneath my balls, up my length, all the way to my tip.\u0026nbsp; It flared wide as it could go, right in her hands.\n\n\"Like that?\"\u0026nbsp; She rocked her hips side to side, rubbing her clit on me.\u0026nbsp; \"That's okay?\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nI made a noise, almost a laugh. \u0026nbsp; It wasn't okay.\u0026nbsp; It was very much not okay.\u0026nbsp; And I wanted her so badly.\u0026nbsp; \"Yeah.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You're real warm,\" she cooed, gently rubbing my length.\u0026nbsp; \"Feels good.\"\n\nI didn't say anything to that.\u0026nbsp; Didn't need to.\u0026nbsp; Was already as hard as I could get.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe peered back at me over her shoulder, \"You got a condom?\"\n\nOh.\u0026nbsp; Fuck.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhat could I say to that?\u0026nbsp; No?\u0026nbsp; She'd have to drop it, then.\u0026nbsp; Unless she didn't, and started talking about going bare...\u0026nbsp; Then I'd have to fess up to the lie.\u0026nbsp; Or actually go in bare.\u0026nbsp; Or how 'bout not fuck her?\u0026nbsp; Why'd I think of that last?\u0026nbsp; Maybe I did wanna fuck her.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nFuck, fuck, fuck.\u0026nbsp; Fine!\u0026nbsp; If she was gonna push it, then she'd have to push it.\u0026nbsp; \"Nope.\u0026nbsp; Not even one.\"\n\n\"Oh.\"\u0026nbsp; She went quiet.\u0026nbsp; But the rest of her didn't stop telling. \u0026nbsp; I felt her winking at my base.\u0026nbsp; I felt her fingertips trace the spout of my flare.\u0026nbsp; I felt her belly rise and fall against my length.\u0026nbsp; And then, \"Shame,\" she hissed, \"It'd be great if you did.\"\n\nThat was almost a relief.\u0026nbsp; Almost.\u0026nbsp; I was already wound up and waiting for her to press more.\u0026nbsp; Wanting her to.\u0026nbsp; Her!\u0026nbsp; My sister!\u0026nbsp; With her scent right there, her cunt right there, I couldn't not think about stuffing it in, rutting her good.\u0026nbsp; And now there wasn't even a condom in those fantasies.\u0026nbsp; We didn't need it.\u0026nbsp; The risk made it better.\u0026nbsp; \"We'd have to pull out.\"\u0026nbsp; I didn't mean to say that.\u0026nbsp; I didn't mean to say it so loud.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe went completely still.\u0026nbsp; Her hands, both, gripped me just below my flare.\u0026nbsp; Mine lay at her waist, just shy of taking her breasts.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nThere was just the sound of the movie.\u0026nbsp; Somehow that was worse than silence.\u0026nbsp; I had to break it.\u0026nbsp; \"When you climbed on me, I thought you were gonna... y'know, climb on me.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I meant it like,\" she swallowed.\u0026nbsp; Another warm prod, her nub against my cock.\u0026nbsp; \"So you don't shoot it on the carpet?\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh.\"\u0026nbsp; I didn't mean to sound so disappointed.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut then she pushed off my lap, dragged her muff slowly up my length all the way to my tip.\u0026nbsp; There she stopped, her drooling pussy laid flat across my flare.\u0026nbsp; \"Like this?\"\u0026nbsp; Her voice was a whisper.\u0026nbsp; Another wink, this one right against my spout.\u0026nbsp; She flagged her tail, bared it all to me.\u0026nbsp; Her asshole clenched and puffed, clenched and puffed.\n\nI put my hands to her cheeks, thumbs at her taint, and pulled her open, just a little.\u0026nbsp; She shuddered, nickered.\u0026nbsp; Her knees bent and she sank down on me.\u0026nbsp; My flare squashed against her, didn't quite go in.\u0026nbsp; She pushed harder.\u0026nbsp; I spread her more, wider.\u0026nbsp; And then something gave, and my tip slipped in.\u0026nbsp; She shuddered, head to toe.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nA gasp caught in my throat.\u0026nbsp; \"We shouldn't do this,\" I panted out.\u0026nbsp; \"We shouldn't be doing any of this.\"\n\nShe bore down, swallowed another inch of me.\u0026nbsp; \"But we are.\"\u0026nbsp; And then another.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nHard to think about anything.\u0026nbsp; All I could feel was my flare working its way up through her tunnel.\u0026nbsp; \"Gonna make a mess of the sofa.\"\u0026nbsp; That wouldn't change her mind.\u0026nbsp; It couldn't even change mine.\n\n\"Fuck the sofa.\"\u0026nbsp; She sank lower, taking more and more of me in.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nAlmost hilted.\u0026nbsp; I had to say something.\u0026nbsp; Couldn't keep it in.\u0026nbsp; \"I lied.\"\u0026nbsp; Another inch of me went in.\u0026nbsp; \"I got condoms upstairs.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nThat stopped her.\u0026nbsp; But only for a breath.\u0026nbsp; Then she rocked her hips and stirred me around in her.\u0026nbsp; I felt her fingers on the underside of my cock, right where it stuffed into her.\u0026nbsp; Back and forth, back and forth.\u0026nbsp; She was stroking herself.\u0026nbsp; And me.\n\nHer tail flicked me in the face.\u0026nbsp; \"You wanna fuck your sis bare?\"\u0026nbsp; She laughed, \"Bare!\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nA part of me did.\u0026nbsp; All of me did.\u0026nbsp; But I wasn't gonna take all the blame.\u0026nbsp; Not when she was riding me like this.\u0026nbsp; \"Don't see you pulling off.\"\u0026nbsp; Hands on her hips, held her down as I thrust up.\u0026nbsp; \"Desperate enough for my dick that you'd take me raw.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Wanna shoot in me?\"\u0026nbsp; Her asscheeks bounced on my lap.\u0026nbsp; She was all the way to the hilt.\u0026nbsp; Her insides gripped my flare, beating hard against me as I beat back.\u0026nbsp; \"Wanna cum in your sis?\"\n\nI thrust again.\u0026nbsp; \"Yeah.\"\u0026nbsp; Then again.\u0026nbsp; Could feel it starting, feel it coming, getting close to getting close.\u0026nbsp; I kept going.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe rubbed herself faster, more frantic.\u0026nbsp; Her legs shook.\u0026nbsp; Voice, too.\u0026nbsp; \"I lied, too.\"\n\nI knew, I knew, I fucking knew.\u0026nbsp; But still asked, \"About?\"\n\n\"The pill.\u0026nbsp; Nothin' in the way.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt took a moment to sink in.\u0026nbsp; And then, \"Oh fuck.\u0026nbsp; Oh fuck!\"\u0026nbsp; I didn't know why, but I gripped her waist, her breasts, humped, rutted, fast as I could.\u0026nbsp; It was too good.\u0026nbsp; Tits between my fingers.\u0026nbsp; Balls gone tight, slapping her muff.\u0026nbsp; Flare kissing her pucker.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe knew what was coming, she had to know.\u0026nbsp; Her legs shook, her back arched, her hand held down her clit.\u0026nbsp; I could feel her clamping, I could feel her shuddering.\u0026nbsp; She wasn't pulling off.\u0026nbsp; I wasn't pulling out.\u0026nbsp; She was cumming.\u0026nbsp; I was cumming.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nOne last thrust, hilted hard as I could.\u0026nbsp; It forced something out of her, a sound I'd never heard.\u0026nbsp; Strangled.\u0026nbsp; Joyous.\u0026nbsp; And then it all came up, all the way to the base of my flare, to my tip.\u0026nbsp; It itched so good, I didn't want it to stop.\u0026nbsp; But it wouldn't stay, I couldn't hold it.\u0026nbsp; That first pump, that first shot inside her, a burst of my heat to meet hers.\u0026nbsp; Then another, and another, and another, more than I thought I was able.\u0026nbsp; And there was nothing to keep it from taking.\n\nWhen I was done, when she was too, we lay back together, her on me and me in her.\u0026nbsp; The movie was still going.\u0026nbsp; I still had my hands on her breasts.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe brought her arm up, brushed my mane, tickled my ears.\u0026nbsp; They felt hot.\u0026nbsp; My cheeks, too.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Made a mess,\" she cooed.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nI could feel as much as see it.\u0026nbsp; Lots of her slick.\u0026nbsp; Some of my load.\u0026nbsp; And sweat from us both.\u0026nbsp; My pants were a lost cause.\u0026nbsp; Both our tops, too.\u0026nbsp; I mumbled out, \"Should clean it up.\"\u0026nbsp; At least we hadn't gotten too much on the sofa.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe pushed up slowly, pulled herself off.\u0026nbsp; My flare prickled the whole way out.\u0026nbsp; Sensitive as fuck.\u0026nbsp; So was she, from the little noises she made.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt came loose with a pop, coated and glistening with my spunk.\u0026nbsp; More seeped out after, from me, from her.\u0026nbsp; It left a creamy dribble hanging from her spattered teardrop.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe gave it a rub, smeared it on her fingertips.\u0026nbsp; \"C'mon,\" she told me, \"before it soaks through to the cushions.\"\u0026nbsp; Her legs wobbled.\u0026nbsp; Her ass puckered.\u0026nbsp; Another gob of white squished out.\u0026nbsp; She reached up, stretched, peeled her shirt off over her arms.\u0026nbsp; And then she stuffed it between her legs, to sop up what she was leaking.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nSo I stood and stripped, top and pants and boxers, and gave my flare a wipe.\u0026nbsp; It hung there, between us, leaking out more.\u0026nbsp; She'd turned to watch me.\u0026nbsp; I watched back, the whole of her, bare from hooves to mound to chest and muzzle.\u0026nbsp; Amber speckled with white.\u0026nbsp; Shining.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe crossed her arms.\u0026nbsp; \"Been a while you've seen me naked?\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yeah.\u0026nbsp; You look good.\"\n\n\"Fuck me, blow a load in me, and then ya call me pretty?\"\u0026nbsp; She gave a snort and tossed her top over her shoulder.\u0026nbsp; \"Top tier brother.\"\u0026nbsp; Her tail flicked out; she clopped past me, out of the room and down the hall.\u0026nbsp; I wadded up my own things and followed her to the washing room.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhen I caught up, she was leaned over to set the cycle.\u0026nbsp; Her cheeks spread, her tail flagged.\u0026nbsp; Didn't know if she was presenting, or just standing funny.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe didn't look up, just, \"C'mon, put it in.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nI stared at her asshole, at her cunt hanging out beneath.\u0026nbsp; Another wad of my spunk seeped slowly from that crack.\u0026nbsp; And she still reeked of heat.\u0026nbsp; Heat!\u0026nbsp; I'd probably just knocked her up.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe stuck out a hand.\u0026nbsp; \"Your clothes, dipshit.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nYeah, those.\u0026nbsp; I gave them over.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd then everything was in, set and soaped and running.\u0026nbsp; But she didn't turn, didn't leave.\u0026nbsp; Just leaned there on the machine.\u0026nbsp; Her tail danced, left, right, left.\u0026nbsp; My heart beat, my cock bobbed in front of me.\u0026nbsp; Dunno when it'd stopped going limp, but now I was almost hard.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You lied to me,\" she growled, low.\n\n\"What?\"\u0026nbsp; I didn't get what she meant, not fast enough.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You said you didn't have a condom.\u0026nbsp; You said you'd pull out.\"\n\nDidn't know what to say, so I just pushed back, \"And you said you were on the pill.\"\u0026nbsp; Were we arguing?\u0026nbsp; \"You climbed on me, rode me!\"\u0026nbsp; It felt wrong.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe didn't say anything to that.\u0026nbsp; She didn't say anything for a while.\u0026nbsp; Only her tail kept moving.\u0026nbsp; And her asshole.\u0026nbsp; Had I won?\u0026nbsp; Didn't feel like winning.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd then she turned, and didn't look so upset.\u0026nbsp; \"It was good, wasn't it?\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt was.\u0026nbsp; It was.\u0026nbsp; \"Oh gods, yes.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe pushed up and off the machine and turned to me, just inches away.\u0026nbsp; Her hand went down to her muff, gave it a long, deep rub.\u0026nbsp; It winked again over her fingers.\u0026nbsp; More cream seeped out.\u0026nbsp; \"I'm still fuckin' horny.\"\u0026nbsp; She gave me a wanting grin.\u0026nbsp; Her eyes held to mine.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nI was hard, and starting to flare again.\u0026nbsp; \"Should I get a condom?\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nA laugh popped out of her.\u0026nbsp; \"Little late for that, yea?\"\u0026nbsp; She took a step, brought her belly right to my shaft, gave herself - and me - a rub.\n\nCouldn't imagine my seed wasn't taking in her right then.\u0026nbsp; Shoulda been terrifying.\u0026nbsp; But that thought only made me harder.\u0026nbsp; \"Guess so.\"\u0026nbsp; I put one hand to hers, to my tip, and pressed it to her muff.\u0026nbsp; Her clit peeked again, warm and wet against my smeared flare.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe put her muzzle to mine.\u0026nbsp; Snout to snout.\u0026nbsp; Her breath came heavy and hot.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nI ran my other hand over her hip, around to her behind, and took her by the tail.\u0026nbsp; \"Want me to pull out this time?\"\n\nHer grin got wider, mischeivous.\u0026nbsp; \"Same answer.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nI put my snout to hers, lips to lips.\u0026nbsp; Her hips rocked to mine.\u0026nbsp; I gripped her rump, humped into her, drove my flare into her bared heat.\u0026nbsp; She gasped, her lips came apart.\u0026nbsp; I pressed in there, too, wrapped mine around hers.\u0026nbsp; She took me, welcomed me, above as below.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nWe went slow.\u0026nbsp; Still sensitive, still half-spent, her and especially me.\u0026nbsp; But the longer we went, the easier it got.\u0026nbsp; She braced herself back against the washer, and I plugged her again and again with each lip-locked breath we shared.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd then the wash cycle started.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe squirmed and squealed, stifled by our embrace.\u0026nbsp; I felt it, too, that rhythmic rocking so much faster than ours.\u0026nbsp; But she didn't move, and I wasn't going to move her.\u0026nbsp; The machine ran her hips back against me, twice and more what we'd been doing.\u0026nbsp; It was only natural to match its pace.\u0026nbsp; Faster, faster.\u0026nbsp; It almost hurt.\u0026nbsp; It was almost too much.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut it was also too good.\u0026nbsp; Brought me to the edge, held me there, not quite enough to make me blow, but feeling like it was.\u0026nbsp; Her, too, I think.\u0026nbsp; More gasps.\u0026nbsp; More moans.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe broke the kiss, gave a whisper, \"C'mon, bro.\u0026nbsp; Shoot it in me.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nThat got me closer.\u0026nbsp; I kept rutting, sprinting for a finish only just out of reach.\u0026nbsp; \"I will, I will... just getting... almost...\"\u0026nbsp; It was hard to talk, going that fast.\n\n\"I'm in heat.\"\u0026nbsp; Her voice came louder, uneven, almost a squeal.\u0026nbsp; \"Cum in me!\"\n\nWhat she was doing, it was working.\u0026nbsp; I was boiling over.\u0026nbsp; \"I'm gonna, I'm gonna...!\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Knock me up!\u0026nbsp; Get me pregnant!\"\n\nFuck, fuck, \"Fuck!\"\u0026nbsp; I grabbed her ass, both hands, and slammed into her all the way to my balls.\u0026nbsp; Didn't try to hold it, didn't even dare.\u0026nbsp; It came up and I blew it all into her, thick and warm right into her heat.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd then she grabbed my neck, pulled me back into the kiss we'd dropped.\u0026nbsp; I pressed back, plugged her, there as I'd done below.\u0026nbsp; Could feel our mess dripping down my balls.\u0026nbsp; The washer was making it dribble all over our hooves.\n\nShe parted from my lips and huffed out against my muzzle, \"Should probably clean ourselves up.\"\n\nI nodded to agree.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt was even more sensitive, pulling out that second time.\u0026nbsp; Itched fierce, tickled even - a mangled nicker slipped out.\u0026nbsp; She just giggled the whole way.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nMore of my mess drooled out of her, off of me.\u0026nbsp; She stuck a hand between her legs to keep it from the floor.\u0026nbsp; I did the same with my flare.\u0026nbsp; We made for the shower, quick.\u0026nbsp; Was easier walking for me, so I got there first.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe followed me in and pushed by for the toilet, \"Gotta pee.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nI grinned at her.\u0026nbsp; \"Again?\"\u0026nbsp; Her pants and panties were still there on the floor.\u0026nbsp; Guess pads did work - they weren't making the room reek nearly as much as she did.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nTurned on the shower, then had to wait for it to warm.\u0026nbsp; So I leaned against the wall across from her while she pissed.\u0026nbsp; Funny, just a few hours earlier it'd been awkward as fuck.\u0026nbsp; Now, not even a little.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Me next.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe hopped in the shower while I took my turn at the pot.\u0026nbsp; Wouldnt've minded if she'd watched.\u0026nbsp; Was only fair.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hop in when you're done,\" she called over the water's hiss.\u0026nbsp; \"Nice and hot.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nThat shoulda been even more awkward.\u0026nbsp; But when I stepped into the stall behind her, it only felt\u0026nbsp; right.\u0026nbsp; She wasn't shampooed up, just stood in the spray, back to me, rubbing herself.\u0026nbsp; Down her front.\u0026nbsp; Between her legs.\u0026nbsp; Wouldn't do much about all that spunk still inside.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nI put my arms around her, my hands to hers - one on her breast, the other stuck in her cream-filled pouch.\u0026nbsp; \"You still smell good,\" I murmured into her ear, \"Even wet.\"\u0026nbsp; My shaft hung against her asscheeks, beating its way up.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe snorted, spattered water on the wall. \u0026nbsp; \"You gonna keep doing this?\"\n\n\"If you want me to.\"\u0026nbsp; I put my chin to her neck and slid it down her shoulder.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe rubbed back against me, muzzle to muzzle, cheek to cheek.\u0026nbsp; \"You've really got a thing for tryna get your sis pregnant.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Only tryin'?\"\u0026nbsp; I scoffed.\u0026nbsp; Her ear flicked against mine.\u0026nbsp; My shaft climbed her thighs.\u0026nbsp; \"How long've you been wanting this?\"\n\n\"Dunno,\" she hissed, just like the water.\u0026nbsp; \"You?\"\n\nI didn't know either, couldn't even begin to say.\u0026nbsp; Felt like it'd always been there, buried - or not even buried?\u0026nbsp; I'd just not seen.\u0026nbsp; Until now.\u0026nbsp; Maybe it'd been there forever.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe put her hand to my shaft, where it stuck out from between her legs.\u0026nbsp; \"Guess we're the same, then.\"\u0026nbsp; Her fingers ran down the rest of its length to the start of my flare.\u0026nbsp; She took it, raised it up.\u0026nbsp; \"One more, before we have to be clean?\"\n\nMy tip was so tender, almost sore.\u0026nbsp; But her touch, it was still more than enough.\u0026nbsp; I took her by both hips, leaned her forward.\u0026nbsp; She reached down, guided me in.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt was tight.\u0026nbsp; Us, packed together in the shower.\u0026nbsp; Me, packed into her.\u0026nbsp; We started slow, but didn't stay that way long - two loads made her slick inside, made it easy to go faster, rougher.\u0026nbsp; It squished around my cock each time I bottomed out in her.\u0026nbsp; She was moaning.\u0026nbsp; I was gonna put even more in her.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Gettin' kinda close,\" I murmured over her shoulder.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Don't tell me when you're gonna shoot.\"\n\n\"Why?\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe huffed back, \"Feels better when it's a surprise.\"\n\nThat was fucked up, but I guess I liked fucked-up.\u0026nbsp; And couldn't say I wasn't any better.\u0026nbsp; So I went on rutting her, pounding her, until I was flaring full and proud at the bottom of her breeding hole.\u0026nbsp; And in that moment, hilted to her and cumming, it was like I was knocking her up all over again.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd when she felt it pulse in me, in her, she let out the lewdest whinny, like there was nobody to hear us for miles.\u0026nbsp; I hilted again, again, crammed my flare against her grasping insides.\u0026nbsp; It burst out like her cry, warm enough to be almost a cry of its own.\u0026nbsp; I filled her up, as much as I could force into her, as much as I had left.\u0026nbsp; 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.\u0026nbsp; Her breathing, her beating, was soft and gentle against my lap.\u0026nbsp; I was spent too - didn't have any more in me.\u0026nbsp; And that was enough.\n\nWe stayed like that until the hot water ran low.\u0026nbsp; That was probably long enough, anyways.\u0026nbsp; I helped her up and out, she toweled me down, and I gave her a good, long blow-dry.\u0026nbsp; We looked like nothing had happened.\u0026nbsp; Well, almost.\u0026nbsp; She still had a little seam of cream seeping out.\u0026nbsp; But, hey, pads would cover that.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nMoved our clothes to the dryer, then changed from our luggage.\u0026nbsp; Probably wasn't a good idea to hang around naked for too long, not in our parents' house.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe movie was done, so I put on some horror.\u0026nbsp; She nestled up next to me, almost back on my lap.\u0026nbsp; Could still smell the heat on her, but it wasn't so bad.\u0026nbsp; She didn't seem so horny.\u0026nbsp; I wasn't, either.\u0026nbsp; At least for the night.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nWondered what we'd do after the holidays.\u0026nbsp; Maybe long-distance... whatever this was?\u0026nbsp; Maybe try for the same Uni next year.\u0026nbsp; Maybe something else.\u0026nbsp; Probably shoulda worried about all that stuff before we'd done the deed, but...\u0026nbsp; Ah well.\u0026nbsp; It was hard to care about all that stuff just then.\u0026nbsp; And we still had another week before we went back.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}