FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story you should be of legal age in your respective country.

I'm trying a new writing method on this story, a more solidified approach from how I wrote Shelter and "Bet your ass". This will hopefully help me write longer and more in depth stories, hopefully this makes my writing more enjoyable to some folks out there. As always, feel free to PM me with story ideas or scenarios, I promise I don't bite.

Fletcher and Paige Tucker had been the stereotypical brother and sister growing up. With a little under two years separating them in age, the young cougars always been assumed twins as they looked so much alike with their tan and cream colored coats along with their bright red hair. While Fletcher was more of a bookish sort and didn't do much in the way of physical activity, he still cut a sleek and toned figure with some muscle definition beneath his fur.

Paige was the sportiest of the pair, being the epitome of the popular girl all through High School. Despite her brother's snarky comments about her being a cheer leader, it had helped keep her in great shape and had given her some killer thighs and a taut behind, she also had more abdominal definition than her brother. Even with only modest makeup on and her hair a tousled mess, Paige was a head turner and she knew it. But she was the sort of girl most considered a unicorn, not only was she beautiful outside, she was also beautiful on the inside. Always friendly and helpful, often with a sunny disposition that lifted the spirits of those lucky enough to be around her.

The siblings had always been fond of each other, closer than most average American kids, but with the expected distance of being in different social circles. Each having their own lives and interests without the need to occupy space in one another's worlds. For a time that worked out fine, they saw no need to upset the status quo. But that all changed one bright sunny day, in an ironic turn during one of the warmest and pleasant days California had seen in ages, Paige and Fletcher along with their mother all crowded around their fathers hospital bed in stunned silence after he took his last breath only moments before.

Time stood still as the world around the trio began to blur in a rush of motion, but there was nothing the doctors and nurses could do. He was just simply gone and with him, so too was a large portion of their life. Fletcher expected it to be cold and miserable outside the hospital to match what he was feeling internally, anger rising inside him as he stood staring up at the bright sun until his eyes started to burn.

For a while it seemed like their family might crumble under the weight of their loss and grief, Fletcher and Paige seeing far less of their mother as she started picking up extra shifts and a second job to try make ends meet. The bills kept coming, combined with the bill from the hospital, it was all they could do to stay afloat. Despite her own heavy workload at University, Paige picked up a couple small jobs to try help lighten the load, even moving back home to save and help where ever possible.

It wasn't all doom and gloom the siblings soon found out, being around each other so much now they were more mature and humbled from their shared loss allowed them to really get to know one another and helped them become closer. Paige noted how her brother was turning into a real handsome gentleman, smart and witty, always there with a joke or comforting word when she needed her spirits lifted. The little geeky nerd she'd grown up with was now a handsome man she adored.

Paige had been an annoying hair pulling brat when they were small kids, then somewhat aloof in her teenage years as she didn't want her dorky brother cramping her style. But she was never mean to him and would help him out when asked. Now that she was out of school and past the popularity contest phase of her life, she had seemed to garner an inner strength and confidence that made her practically radiant. With her long reddish brown hair framing a pleasantly curved face and muzzle, she had those piercing blue eyes similar to her brothers that could captivate and mesmerize men.

Using her looks to her advantage, Paige would do everything shy of eye fucking her male patrons at the bar and restaurant where she worked to score bigger tips. It worked well enough and she skirted angry wives just barely to pull in a couple hundred extra bucks in tips every month. But it wasn't enough, no matter how hard she and her mother worked, the bills kept out pacing their earnings. Fletcher offered to pick up a job or two as well, but Paige and their mother flat out refused knowing he had an incredible workload from his own University courses.

Fletcher sat one evening at the little desk in his room, staring at the words on the page in one of his textbooks in frustration. He'd read the same page no less than four times, but it just wasn't making sense. With an exasperated sigh he threw his arms up in the air and slumped back in his seat, staring up at the ceiling.

"Oh dear, that can't be good" He heard a familiar soothing voice sound from his doorway. Craning his head further back he was met by the upside down image of Paige in her fast food uniform leaning against the doorframe of his open door. Even upside down and in the gaudy yellow and red outfit she looked good. That smile with a hint of a smirk tugging at the left side of her lips always cheered him up, soon Fletcher found himself chuckling softly.

"Yeah, Thermo and Aero dynamics is doing my head in" He said with a resigned sigh.

"Oh well don't let me interrupt you then, I was just stopping in to let you know I'm home and mom has gone out to her other job. Had something to eat?" Paige asked with a tender note of worry in her voice, knowing her brother often forgot such menial things when studying.

"Yeah, thanks. I grabbed a bite with mom just now. You're not bothering me either, I could use a break right now. How was work?" Fletch asked as he swung around in his chair to face his sister, revealing his bare chest and just a pair of boxers about his lower half. One of their cost cutting strategies meant the AC was barely if every used these days and with the heat of the day well soaked through the house, it was still sweltering inside even at this late hour.

"Oh you know, full of wieners" Paige teased as she stepped inside his room to sit at the edge of his bed. Her eyes wandered along her brothers toned arms and chest, his fur looking so soft and silky. When her eyes finally met his, he was staring straight at her with a confused look which made her blush faintly.

"A cheerleader playing with wieners....pretty sure there's a joke in there somewhere" Fletch teased as he broke out into an easy grin.

"Oh shut it you! You used to wish a cheerleader would so much as touch your wiener a few years ago!" Paige laughed as she grabbed one of his pillows and proceeded to batter him with it. "Speaking of touching wieners, keep your hands off yours and go make me some coffee while I go shower, please?"

"Sure thing, sis" Fletch replied while still laughing as he watched her leave his room, staring a bit harder at her swaying hips and behind framed delectably in yellow polyester than he really should've. A blush bloomed in his cheeks as he shook his head, realizing he was staring at his sister. Rising to his feet and stretching his arms above his head while yawning, Fletch worked his tired muscles before heading downstairs to the kitchen to make them both some much needed coffee as it looked like he was going to be pulling an all-nighter to cram for his next exam.

Returning to his room with his coffee, having left Paige's mug in her room while she showered, Fletch returned to his books. This time the information began to make sense and soon he was engrossed in the pages once more, not hearing the shower shut off a few moments before a figure entered his room again to sit at the edge of his bed.

"Fletch..." came a soft voice after a few moments of silence, so engrossed in his book and unexpected was the voice that he nearly leapt out of his own skin.

"Jeezus Paige, how long have you been there!?" he asked with wide eyes and breathing fast, whirling around to stare at his sister. Whatever little anger and annoyance he felt quickly vanished, as he saw her expression and the way her hands were constantly rotating the mug in her grasp. "What's wrong?"

"Fletch, you love me right?" Paige began, staring down at her mug as she spoke.

"Of course, you're my sister..." He began, but realized this was not what she meant when her gaze briefly raised to meet his with a somewhat annoyed look. "Yes, I love you, Paige" he said with more conviction that seemed to mollify her.

"You think I'm good looking, maybe even hot?" She pressed on, almost sounding unsure of herself.

"Paige, I'm your brother..." Fletch complained, feeling an uneasy chord starting to strike inside his belly.

"What if I wasn't your sister, if we'd never met before. If you didn't know who I was and just happened to meet me somewhere random, would you think I was hot?" Paige persisted, her gaze raising to his with a steady and serious look.

Fletcher was briefly stunned, not sure where this was coming from. Of course he knew she was hot, he'd known ever since High school, but it wasn't something normal people thought about, let alone told their sisters. But she was still staring at him intently, after mulling it over for a long while, he let out a soft sigh and slouched his shoulders in defeat before confirming "Yes, if we weren't related and I just randomly met you somewhere, I'd think you were smoking hot."

"Smoking hot, really?" Paige noted with obvious glee at her brother's use of the adjective to describe her. Fletch visibly tensed as he waited for the expected ribbing he was sure to receive, but no such thing happened. Instead Paige's expression turned serious once again as she paused before asking "You'd also do anything to help mom out, right?"

There it was again, that serious look. Fletcher felt his heart starting to beat heavier, the hairs at the back of his neck starting to stand up and goose bumps formed beneath his fur. Having to lick his lips before speaking as his mouth had gone suddenly dry, he took a long moment before replying "Yeah, of course. Anything for mom."

"Good" came her simple response as she unfolded a small piece of paper and handed it over to him.

Fletcher was confused at first by his sister's odd and serious behavior, contrasting her usually cheery and upbeat self. Looking down at the small page she'd handed him, he saw it was an advert she'd printed off of Gregslist. The more he read, the wider his eyes got before he eventually looked up at her, sure to find her grinning at him as this had to be some sort of prank. "You're fucking with me, aren't you?"

"No..." Paige replied with no hint of humor to her voice, her eyes locked on his as she stared intently at her brother. "They're offering more than enough for us to finally get out from under these bills..." she persisted.

"Paige, even if we did this, what they're asking for is illegal!" Fletch intoned as if all sense and propriety had left his sister.

"They guarantee complete discretion, they say they're very prominent business people and can't afford for this to get out as it would ruin them" came her even response.

"Wait, you've contacted them?" Fletcher was almost shouting now.

"Yes, I needed to know if this was real..." Paige began to say, but was cut off by her brothers anger.

"Jeezus Paige, what were you thinking? We can't do this...why would you think I'd agree to fuck my sister on camera for a bunch of strangers?" He growled angrily, glaring hard at his sister.

"Would you prefer I whore myself out?" Paige blurted out, bringing Fletch up short and instantly quelling the fire of his anger. "I mean, I'm already giving hand jobs for a few extra bucks here and there. So what's the difference if I let some strangers fuck me, let them use your sister as a whore...." She persisted with obvious hurt in her voice, tears forming at the corners of her eyes as she forced herself to keep eye contact with Fletch.

"Paige, I'm so sorry....I didn't know" he tried to say, but was met by a shake of her head as she held her hand up to indicate she wasn't done speaking yet.

"I don't want to just be used and tossed aside like I mean nothing, just some piece of ass for some asshole to get off with and then forget about" there was fire in her words now as she stared hard at Fletch, her words hard to hear and even harder to say, but she kept on "I'm getting so close to just giving up and doing it too. We're sinking Fletch, we're out of time. If we don't get the money by the end of the month, we'll lose the house. This way we can at least save our home and I won't have to fuck some random stranger who doesn't give two shits about me. It'd be with you, someone I know and trust not to hurt me, who cares about me and loves me for me."

Fletcher didn't know what to say, logically she was right. But it still meant crossing a boundary all of civilized society had agreed upon was wrong. His mouth opened and closed a few times, unable to find words sufficient enough for everything he was thinking and feeling right then.

"Just...think about it, okay?" Paige eventually said, standing up and grabbing his empty mug from beside him before turning and leaving his room. Fletch sat staring at the now empty spot on his bed where'd she'd just been sitting, his mind racing at what had just occurred.

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That night sleep would not come easily for Fletcher, his dreams confused and ever shifting. But all with one common theme, Paige in various forms of dress and positions, doing things a sister should never do with her brother and all so vivid in detail. When he awoke early the next morning he felt himself still hard despite an obvious sticky mess inside his boxers. Grabbing his pillow and pulling it down over his face, Fletcher growled out in frustration "Jeezus, what the fuck is wrong with me?"

His attempts to study throughout the day proved to be fruitless, even with no one else home and complete silence, Fletch just could not concentrate. His mind kept wandering back to the conversation the previous night, it almost seemed like a dream, but the fact the small page with the printed out ad was still tucked into his book where he'd left it proved it was all too real. Worst of all was the raging hard on that refused to go down, every time he thought of Paige his boxers would tent uncomfortably again. With a resigned groan Fletcher opted to try take a cold shower and so he could sort out his persistent problem.

Standing under the running water he soaped up his hand and began stroking his stiff length, picturing a past girlfriend, a gorgeous tawny lioness exchange student he'd gotten to know briefly. Imagining their first time together as she knelt on his bed one day while the family was out. He could still feel her body parting and squeezing down on his length as he took her from behind, leaning over her back to nip at her scruff while his hips bucked into her slowly. His slick fingers stroking his cock in time to his imagined thrusts into the lioness, remembering her sapphire eyes when she turned to look back at him. Wait, sapphire eyes, she'd had amber eyes hadn't she? Fletcher groaned as the image of the lioness shifted subtly and soon the face looking back at him was Paige, the image in his mind crystal clear as he couldn't stop himself from bucking into her faster and faster, his need to cum rising rapidly. Finally with a harsh snarl his cock jerked in his hand before his climax hit, firing off hot ropes of his cum against the shower wall before him, only for it to be washed away by the cold water cascading off of him.

After he'd gotten out of the shower and dried off, a fresh pair of boxers put on did Fletcher find he was able to concentrate again. Trying to ignore the faint guilty feeling growing in the pit of his stomach for what he'd just fantasized about. Thankfully his mind numbing studies would soon be able to distract him enough he'd soon forget about it.

Later in the evening, long after his mother had wished him a goodnight as she headed out to her second job, Fletcher found sleep calling and decided to have an early night for a change. No sooner had his head hit the pillow did a knock sound at his door and Paige poked her head around the frame to smile at him. Again he felt the edges of his earlier guilt beginning to bloom once more, even more so when she asked if he'd thought about the advert at all. Fletch admitted he had, but was still unsure and doubted he could ever go through with something like that.

"Are you telling me that given the chance, you wouldn't fuck a hot and willing chick?" Paige asked, suddenly stepping into his room and padding over to his bed. Suddenly Fletcher regretted laying atop the covers as his nearly nude sister climbed up into his lap. Wearing naught but a small pair of white panties with a pink floral pattern on them and a scandalously small top that barely covered her breasts.

Paige straddled Fletcher, setting her pert butt down in his lap with her hands against his chest, lightly kneading through his slightly thicker fur there. The smirk smile on her lips a dead giveaway that she definitely felt the bulge in his boxers, even if the look she gave him wasn't indication enough, the slow roll of her crotch down against him would be.

"Paige, stop...we can't!" Fletcher huffed out to her, his hands suddenly grasping about her slender waist as he stared up at her pleadingly. His rational mind screaming at him to push her off, but the growing wet spot at the crotch of his boxers demanded he grind against her. Not that he needed to as Paige continued to roll and stir her hips down against him, even taking one of his hands from her hip and guiding it up under her top to press over her bare breast. Fletcher froze as he felt his sister's stiff nipple against his palm while she held his hand firmly in place, not letting him pull back from that touch.

"Seems like your body can and wants to, just the mind that's not letting you" She purred hotly to him. Leaning closer to give the corner of his lips a tender kiss before pulling back to smile down at him, looking down at where his hand was still at her breast, only now she was no longer holding it in place.

It took a long moment for this fact to register in Fletcher's mind, but the moment it did he instantly snatched his hand back from under her top. "I'm going to meet them tomorrow, I'd really like for you to join me, just to hear them out or at least be there to protect me" Paige stated as she climbed off the stunned Fletcher as quickly as she'd straddled him. Not waiting for his answer this time as she swiftly exited his room.

"Fuuuck..." Fletcher groaned out, his achingly stiff cock tenting his boxers with a sizable wet spot at his tip. There was no way he was going to fall asleep anytime soon in this state.

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"Looks nice enough" Paige said sarcastically as they sat in her car parked in the motel parking lot. Looking around the place was in relatively good keep considering where they were, even though it was mostly empty judging by the parking lot.

"Stay Ezee...more like Stay Sleazy..." Fletcher grumbled darkly, looking at the tacky paint scheme of the place. He'd decided to come along with Paige after all, just to protect her he'd told himself, not really to entertain this insane scheme.

"How do I look?" Paige asked, doing the final touches of her makeup in the car's rearview mirror. She looked drop dead gorgeous, her mascara adding a sultry smoky look to her already dazzling eyes. A subtly shade or red on her already full and voluptuous lips. Even her earrings and necklace were simple and understated, accenting her features and drawing the eye down her low cut top to the valley of her cleavage. The form fitting blue denims on her legs and framing her perky behind looked like they'd been painted on, turning more than a few heads as she'd passed them.

"Good..." Fletcher replied simply, swallowing hard as he tried not to stare lest he get excited again, already having to contend with one hard on during the drive here. Paige caught the strained tone in his voice and leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek before exiting the vehicle, forcing Fletch to scramble and follow behind her.

The room they'd been told to go to was at the far end of the motel, furthest from the road and any public activity outside, at least offering some further form of privacy. Paige hesitated for a moment with her fingers hovering over the door, giving her brother one last look before finally knocking. A voice within beckoned them to enter as the door was unlocked. With some trepidation Paige opened the door and entered with Fletcher close behind, her eyes taking a moment to adjust to the low light inside the room. Once they did however she jumped and gasped as a large robed figure with a Halloween mask appeared from behind a wall to what must've been a small kitchen.

Fletcher instantly jumped before his sister with his fists raised, growling at the stranger before them, fearing this was a setup and ready to fight. Just then the bathroom door opened and a smaller robed and masked figure entered from what appeared to be a bathroom. "Did I hear a knock?" a female voice asked from behind the mask. The larger of the pair nodded and indicated the shocked looking siblings, "Yes dear, our guests are here..." he stated with amusement.

The smaller robed form whirled around to face them and laughed upon seeing Fletcher with his fists raised. "Oh my, I'm terribly sorry about our appearance. You may put your fists down young man, you're in no danger here. I apologize for our costumes, but as I'm sure your sister has told you, we've simply got identities to protect." She stated with amusement.

Although he was still skeptical of the couple, they would explain they were rather well known in the upper circles of society, which is why they couldn't afford to be identified as it would cause a massive scandal they could ill afford. Their advert was for a truly unique and authentic piece of "art" as they put it, one they knew was one hundred percent valid and true. When Fletcher asked why not just do what millions of other people do and watch similar videos on the internet, the couple explained that often the actors were just that, actors and not really related. They wanted something real, something they knew was not staged. They also explained that they would be recording the entire event to later be edited to something more professional looking, this served as a kinky memory they could watch at their leisure, but it also would serve as insurance that Paige and Fletcher could never out them if they learned of their true identity as they would have video evidence of the illegal act. They were substantially wealthy and had experienced most other tropes already, so they could be as picky as they liked with whomever they decided to record.

"How do you know we're not just two strangers just doing this for a quick buck?" Fletcher asked suddenly, staring hard at the masked couple while he leaned forwards from his spot sitting beside Paige at the foot of the bed facing the two chairs the couple was seated in.

"Fletch...chill" Paige chided him, reaching into her purse and withdrawing a couple of papers.

"Fletch? How darling" the woman almost cooed as she took the items from Paige before looking them over and handing them to her husband.

"Almost two years age difference? You two look like twins!" the husband stated as he handed the items back to Paige, Fletcher seeing she'd handed them their birth certificates and ID's. His blood running cold as these complete strangers now knew their full names and where they lived.

"Oh don't worry dear, we're just making sure you two are really related" the wife reached out to give Fletchers knee a reassuring squeeze. Her touch was oddly soothing, soft and warm despite the coldness he felt in his core.

"You two have never been together?" the husband asked, looking at Paige whom just shook her head and confirmed they hadn't. "Not even a kiss?" he pressed on.

"What, no!?" Fletch balked at the question, his response surprised and genuine enough that it made the couple smile and share a knowing look.

"We're happy with what we've seen and heard. We'll give you a few days to decide, until then, it was a pleasure meeting you both" the husband spoke in a calm and pleasant manner while gently ushering them out of the room.

The drive home was tense but silent, neither Fletcher nor Paige knew what to say. Their thoughts consumed about what had just occurred and the fact this was very real and they now had a massive decision to make, one that would forever change their lives. Still neither spoke as they arrived home, instead heading to their respective rooms without so much as a hello to their confused and tired looking mother. Faye Tucker was tired and looking haggard, working far too many hours to be healthy, she just didn't have the energy right now to deal with whatever argument her kids appeared to be having. Watching them barely acknowledge each other as they turned from one another and headed to their respective rooms, she felt a pang of profound loss as she wished their dad was here in that instant, he'd know how to get them to talk. With a sigh of resignation she collected her things and headed out into the fading light to one of her now multiple jobs.

Paige heard the shower start later that evening as Fletcher decided to take a steaming hot shower to try wash off whatever filth he felt he'd accumulated from their encounter. But even with the water almost scalding, he couldn't seem to scrub away the dirty feeling that pervaded every pore of his being. He felt frustrated and angry at their situation, powerless to do anything about it. His tension and frustration growing to an almost boiling point suddenly vanishing as arms wrapped around him from behind and the swell of definitely bare breasts pressed to his back. A chin rested on his shoulder while hands idly rubbed over his flat belly soothingly, almost bringing a purr from the stunned cougar. Turning his head awkwardly to look behind him, he was met with the smiling face of Paige, her eyes closed as she held him close. Her nude form pressed against him from behind as she hugged him tighly, purring softly as hot water soaked through her hair and fur alike. "I love you" was all she said as one of her hands began drifting lower and lower until she gripped his suddenly hard length. He knew he should put a stop to this here and now, but he couldn't. Instead he stared down at his sister's hand gripping his achingly stiff cock and begin to stroke him faster and faster. His breathing becoming labored, hips lightly bucking into her touch as Paige jacked him off with surprising skill. "Paige..." he growled out, trying to warn her, but she kept stroking, slender fingers jacking his length faster and faster still. Fletcher fought against it, but Paige's touch was insistent and impossible to ignore, until with a snarl he began to climax. Once more his seed spattered uselessly against the shower wall, being washed down the drain by the cascading torrent of hot water. As sudden as she had appeared, Paige left without a word, grabbing a towel from the rack before heading back to her room and leaving Fletcher standing beneath the water now starting to run cold, in a daze of confusion. It seemed he still had a lot to think about that evening...

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Fletcher was the first one up the next morning, having coffee and scrambled eggs ready for Paige when she eventually awoke and came wondering downstairs following the inviting scent.

"Mornin..." she said with a yawn, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Even with her hair a tousled mess like it was, she was still a thing of beauty and Fletch caught himself staring again.

"Alright, I'll do it..." He eventually said after a moment of silence. Paige looked up at him from leaning over her plate, a mouthful of egg being slowly chewed and swallowed before she spoke.

"You'll do...what?" She asked evenly, wanting to be absolutely clear about what they were talking about. As much as he wanted to look away, too ashamed to admit what he was agreeing to, Fletch forced himself to keep eye contact.

"I'll do the video, of us..." His words came out steady and even, speaking as clearly as he could.

"Good, I'll let them know" Paige smiled at her brother before finishing her breakfast in silence.

Paige didn't have to wait long for a response, the couple replied after only a few minutes of receiving her message. The recording was to take place that weekend, not wanting to let too much time pass and risk anyone getting cold feet. They would meet in the same motel room on the upcoming Saturday morning and get things rolling. With everything settled and agreed upon, there was nothing to do but wait for the weekend now.

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With her nerves feeling frayed, Paige slipped into Fletchers room late that Friday evening. Slipping under the covers to lay beside him, he'd roll onto his side and wrap his arms about his trembling sister. His strong arms around her felt protective and comforting, soon helping her trembling cease and sleep to find her as they remained close together through the evening. Early the next morning when her eyes opened they were met by Fletcher's own staring back at her. He was smiling at her, fingers brushing gently against her cheek before saying "We need to get ready..."

Paige felt both excitement and dread at what the day would bring. They had a lot riding on this, again she joined Fletcher in the shower to save time. Both sneaking glances at one another while making sure they were clean for what they were about to do.

Finally it was time and they soon found themselves outside the motel room again, this time Fletcher was the one to knock and enter first when bidden. The room looked mostly unchanged, save for a few high quality cameras strategically positioned around the room, all feeding in to a laptop on the table between the two chairs the once more robed and masked couple sat in to record everything.

"Please may you both undress" the husband asked the two nervous looking cougar siblings.

"Actually, why don't you undress each other? Then Paige, if you'd be so kind as to 'fluff' your brother for us" the wife interjected.

Paige and Fletcher stared nervously at one another, nodding softly to the couple's requests. Fletcher was the first to move, gently pushing Paige's denim jacket from her shoulders before gripping the hem of her top to slowly raise it up and off. His eyes locked on her form as he steadily revealed more of her tan and cream coat to his gaze, following the slight definition of her abs upwards, brows raising as her breasts were revealed without the hindrance of a brassiere. Next he undid the button and zipper to her denims, his gaze locked on hers as he pushed the form fitting clothing down over her shapely hips and behind, letting them pool about her feet before she stepped out of them.

"Actually, leave her panties on for now" the wife piped up just as Fletchers fingers were toying with the waistband of them.

It was his turn now, Paige gripping the hem of his tee-shirt and lifting it up and off to expose his toned tan and cream furred torso. Her soft hands brushing back down over his pecks and abs, moving lower to tug at his belt to undo it before tugging it out from the belt loops of his pants and being tossed aside. Just as he'd done with her earlier, she undid the button and zipper of his jeans before lowering them down, Paige following along with them as she got down onto her knees before Fletch. Her gaze being met by an obvious tent in his boxers, which was a good sign at least part of him was okay with going through with this. Her hand raised and rested over his bulge with a gentle squeeze, causing Fletch to huff softly. She continued to caress him a few moments longer before gripping the waistband of his boxers and tugging them away from his body to allow them to slip over his stiff cock. Fletcher's eyes met his sisters as she grasped his shaft in one small hand before leaning forwards to kiss his tip gently. Her lips peppering one side down along his member before returning up the other. Paige repeated the process a half dozen more times, slipping in a few surprise kisses and licks to Fletcher's aching and churning balls for good measure. By the time she was done teasing him, a single large drop of sticky precum formed at his tip, only to be kissed away by Paige, briefly linking her bottom lip to his tip with a thin gossamer strand that vanished in an instant.

"Yes, excellent...now you pleasure her" the husband next said with a note of awe, not wanting to break the magic spell being cast before him.

Paige rose to her feet, standing before Fletcher and giving a sultry lick of her lips while idly stroking his cock. Feeling a boost of confidence as she felt her brother's length give an extra hard throb in her grasp from the simple little tease. It worked too as he eagerly dropped to his knees before her, fingers tracing along the waistband of her underwear before almost reverently pulling them down and off. Fletch guided her foot closest to the bed up onto it to part her thighs, getting his first real intimate view of his sister. Her scent was intoxicating, drawing him in and before he knew it, he was making out with her nethers. Her fingers laced in his hair, gripping tightly as she whimpered softly, rocking against his tongue lavishing attention on her folds and clit alike. One of his hands gripping at her hip for support, the other snaking its way up over her toned belly to eventually cover a breast with a gentle grasp, his fingers indenting into her flesh.

Her taste danced on his tongue, beckoning him in for more and he was only too happy to oblige. The rest of the world almost ceased to exist as he was lost in the moment, feeling Paige's fingers in his hair and her soft gasps and whimpers as he devoured her with abandon.

"Exquisite, just exquisite...but please, lay her down and make love to her, missionary style" came the next whispered command.

Fletcher reluctantly withdrew from between his sisters thighs, slowly rising to his feet before her. As soon as they were eye level again, Paige leaned in to kiss him deeply, her lips lingering on his for a long moment before she pulled away. Climbing onto the bed proper before laying back with her feet towards the camera at the foot of the bed. Fletcher climbed on after her, crawling over his sisters laid bare form, his heavy cock hovering just above her crotch. A soft hand reached beneath his belly and grasped around his shaft, her thighs raising up to rub against his waist as Paige guided him down and into herself. Raising her hips a little to get a better angle, she stared deep into his eyes as she placed his tip to her opening, as if giving him one last chance to back out. A team of wild horses couldn't drag him away though with how much want and need he had for Paige in that moment, his hips lowering as his thick shaft sunk between her folds and stretched her wide around him. Her hands clutching at his shoulder and hair, chin raised as she groaned out in a hint of pain but also a torrent of pleasure. Fletcher kept on descending until his hips met her inner thighs, his member sheathed inside his sister finally. The camera trained on their joined crotches capturing the pulsing and throbbing of his heavy balls as he fought off a premature climax, gritting his teeth as he held dead still within the writhing Paige.

When next his eyes opened he was met by Paige staring up at him with concern, Fletcher responding with a shy smile and mouthing the words "hair trigger" to which she nodded in understanding. Her hands behind his head pulling him down again, rubbing her cheek against his as she whispered in his ear "If you can cum more than once, then cum inside me."

Fletcher damn near did, just from hearing his sister talk so dirty while he was buried inside her. But to his credit, he managed to hold back, at least for a little while. His hips started to rise and fall, working a good few inches in and out of Paige, her eyes locked on his with her soft lips parted in a series of pleasured whimpers. The camera behind capturing every stroke of Fletcher's cock down into his sisters wonderfully snug pussy below, even the moment his balls tucked up against his body and began to jump when his climax hit. Paige once more pulling his lips down to hers as she kissed Fletcher passionately, groaning against his lips with every hot jet of seed spilled inside herself.

When he finally regained his senses enough, fletcher gently withdrew himself from Paige, panting heavily as he collapsed onto his back beside her. The couple sharing a little grin as they noticed the young stud was still rock hard, his cock aiming to the sky.

"Paige, I think it's time you ride your brother" came the husband's next request.

Paige rolled over and cuddled to Fletchers side briefly before pulling herself up and into his lap. Her hands against his chest as she smiled down at him "Hey...I'm going to ride you now" she said with a teasing lilt to her voice. Her hips pressed against his, rolling slowly as she teased the thick vein along the underside of his cock with her hot little pussylips a few times, earning herself a low pleasured rumble from deep within Fletcher's chest below. Eventually her hips lifted from him as she leaned forward a little, fingers touching the underside of his tip and raising him up to press between her folds once again. Fletcher watched her face twist into a mask of pleasure as she sunk down slowly onto him, feeling the tight warmth of her stretch and grip around his cock as she took every inch of him again.

Her toned thighs flexing as she rose a little, only to buck down onto him again, starting to ride Fletcher. His hands gripped at the curve of her waist while her own claws dug into his chest, again the world faded around them, there was nothing but the pleasure and love they felt and gave one another. This time it was Paige that came unexpectedly, her hips grinding and rocking roughly against Fletcher's as she stirred his shaft about inside herself, hips jerking and twitching as she growled a soft cute little growl while her inner muscles squeezed and flexed around him. Fletcher felt an up swelling of emotion, staring up at his sister as she came around him, never having seen her look more natural and beautiful.

"Beautiful, absolutely stunning. You look angelic when you cum, Paige. But I think a change of position is in order, how about classic doggy style?" the wife praised and requested of them.

Paige nodded and climbed off of Fletcher, dropping onto all fours beside him and curling her long luxurious tail in a graceful arc high over her back. Fletcher rolled over and got up to his knees behind her, gently grasping her hips and angling the both of them for the camera at the husband's suggestion. Taking a gentle grip on Paige's tail base, his other grasping his shaft and guiding himself back inside her, he soon began to buck and thrust into his sister. Vague memories of his dream from the other night returning as he stared down at his sisters back, the faint lines of her muscles straining beneath her fur and the soft pleasured whimpers now made his dream seem almost prophetic in nature. The camera capturing every strike of his hips against Paige's toned behind, her buttocks firm but with just enough softness to give the briefest of jiggles from the impact of her brother hilting her over and over. Fletcher wanted this moment to last forever, releasing her tail to reach out and caress down along the line of his sisters spine, fingers looping about the base of her tail before stroking back up along the length. The groan that followed, along with the tighter squeeze he felt around his cock alerting him to the fact this struck a chord within Paige. He did it again, this time with a louder response, on the third time she began to buck and squirm beneath him in the midst of another climax.

"Oh, she likes that, best make a note of it" the wife commented unexpectedly.

"I bet your hips are getting tired, are they not Fletcher? How about reverse cowgirl, I want to see Paige ride you while her beautiful bosom bounces tantalizingly" the husband followed up with.

Reluctantly Fletcher withdrew himself from Paige, panting softly as he once more laid down on his back with his cock aimed skyward. Paige remained kneeling beside him for a moment before regaining her senses and climbing into his lap, this time facing his feet and the camera before her. For the first time since they'd started making love, Paige felt self-conscious with the camera aimed straight at her. But steeling her nerves, she once more guided her brother inside herself to again ride him slowly. She could almost feel the camera zooming in on the penetration as her folds kissed his tip before parting around it and stretching around his shaft to swallow Fletcher's length whole. Fletcher meanwhile closed his eyes and tried to think of anything on the opposite end of the sexy spectrum from his sister. Whenever he opened his eyes he was treated to the view of her shapely behind bouncing in his lap, her soft pink lips wrapped about his cock as she rode him expertly again. Paige closed her eyes as she reached her hands up, caressing over her belly and over her breasts before pushing her fingers back into her hair and putting on a real good show for the couple while she rose and fell in her brother's lap.

"Mind if we join you?" It wasn't really a question, Paige opened her eyes to witness the couple slipping out of their robes and masks. Before her soon stood two very naked and visually stunning white tigers. She'd somehow imagined them to be plainer looking, or at least canine. But their brilliant white fur and pitch black stripes contrasted so well together, they were also in great shape despite being obviously older then her she noted. The husband climbed up onto the bed and lay beside a surprised looking Fletcher, while the wife adopted the same position as Paige. At first their motions were counter to one another, while one went down, the other was rising. But as the wife's hand reached out to grasp one of Paige's hands, their eyes meeting with a knowing look, their pace began to synchronize. Slowly and inexorably Paige and the tigress leaned towards one another as their lips met in a tender kiss. The sight of the two beautiful felines making out was too much for both Fletcher and the husband, both males bucking and squirming beneath their respective partners before depositing a healthy load of seed deep within them.

Paige climbed off of Spencer's finally wilting length and cuddled up beside him, so too did the tigress with her husband. In the warm afterglow of their love making, the couple explained why they had really wanted this special video. They two were brother and sister, their real names were Dale and Aubrey Cohen, though now changed for obvious reasons. Paige and Fletcher were now two of only five people in the world that knew Dale and Aubrey's secret. They discussed at length about the hardships of their relationship, but ultimately how it had been the best thing for both of them, finding true unconditional love and a feeling of completion neither of them had ever felt with anyone else.

Later as Dale and Fletcher sat in the chairs before the bed counting out the money and concluding their deal, meanwhile Paige and Aubrey sat shoulder to shoulder on the bed in deep discussion while constantly looking over at Fletcher. Despite everything they'd just done, in front of cameras no less, Fletcher felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Should I be worried about that?" Fletcher asked barely above a whisper as he leaned in closer to Dale, whom paused in his counting to look over at his sister. The white tigress winked and gave a knowing smile back before gently taking Paige's hands in her own.

"Yes, but not in the way you're probably thinking you should" Dale finally said with a reassuring smile, reaching out to rest a hand on Fletchers shoulder with a gentle squeeze before handing him the envelope thick with one hundred dollar bills, along with a copy of the DVD recording containing all the angles from the various cameras.

With their business now concluded, Paige and Fletcher were once again ushered out of the motel room. This time they had a good idea why, no sooner had the door closed than familiar sounds of lovemaking were heard once more. The siblings beat a hasty retreat to Paige's car and sat in silence for a long moment.

"We actually did it..." Paige eventually spoke, no hint of regret or anything else besides relief and a hint of something deeper in her eyes as she stared at Fletcher.

"We did" He replied softly just before Paige started the engine and they set off towards home. The ride home was once more silent, only this time there was no anticipation or nervousness hanging over them. An uneasy feeling coiled in Fletcher, uncertainty of how his relationship with his sister had changed. He didn't want to lose her, the thought stirred whispers of panic and dread in him, but he couldn't find his voice to tell her as much. He wasn't sure how she felt about him now either, they'd opened Pandora's Box and there was no putting this back inside now.

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When they finally arrived home they found their mother had just gotten back from her morning job, looking tired and haggard as ever. Paige directed Fletcher to make her a soothing cup of tea before they sat her down and handed over the money. Fletcher watched in admiration as Paige spun a tall tale about saving up her tips from her waitressing and getting lucky at the casino. Thankfully their mother was too tired or just too trusting to question them, hugging them both tightly with tears in her eyes as she made plans to go in to the Bank first thing Monday morning and pay off their debt. For the first time since their father had passed, Faye Tucker slept soundly without the burden of worry tainting her dreams. Paige noticed the smile on her mother's lips as she breathed slow and easy, looking almost angelic.

As much as Fletcher wanted to talk with Paige about everything that had transpired, he couldn't find the words. Almost as if to save him the decision of how to start, Paige left the living room and went into her bedroom while locking her door behind her.

Fletcher lay on his bed staring up at his ceiling for a long while after, lost in thought when his mother popped her head around the corner to wish him a goodnight before heading out to the last shift of her night job. This bit of knowledge helped make Fletcher feel a little better about their situation, finally able to take some stress off his mother after so long.

No sooner had their front door closed did his bedroom door open again, Paige looked nervous as she stood shifting her weight from foot to foot while staring at him. "Hey little brother..." she began.

"Hey..." Fletcher wanted to say something, anything to tell her how he felt. Tell her not to leave him, tell her to stay.

"You still love me, right?" Paige came to his rescue again, her nerves settling a little when Fletcher nodded slowly and lifted himself up onto his elbows. "You don't regret what we did, do you?" She continued, a note of worry in her voice as she didn't wait for an answer this time. "You don't hate me for making you do this?" Fletcher's heart broke as it looked like she was on the verge of tears, quickly rising to his feet and closing the distance to embrace his sister and tucking her head against his shoulder.

"I could never hate you and I don't regret what we did for a second. I just never want to lose you" He finally managed to say.

"Then...don't" Paige's words caught him by surprise, leaning back to stare into her eyes, searching them for answers. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, you truly love me as I truly love you. I trust you completely and would never do anything to hurt you..." she continued, Fletcher's heart beating like a drum in his chest as he began to comprehend what she was getting at. "I want you Fletch, completely. Do you...want me?" Paige asked with an intense stare and determination in her voice.

"Yes" Fletcher replied without hesitation as tears he hadn't been aware he was holding back began to spill over his cheeks. His arms clinging to Paige, holding her tight to his chest as he leaned in to kiss her with every ounce of his being he so willingly gave to her, just as she had to him.

Almost in an explosion of emotion and desire they began to shed one another's clothing, hands touching and exploring before Fletcher collapsed back onto his bed and brought Paige down along with him. It seemed only natural now to find himself under Paige as she straddled him, rolling and grinding against his forming bulge while their lips remained locked in a needy kiss. This time there was no need to put on a show, no rush and no expectations. His hands traced fingertips along her sides, hips and back like it was the first time really experiencing her. The firmness of her bust, the sweetness of her lips and mostly the soft weight of her resting atop his turgid member with a slow teasing roll of her hips to drag her hot little slit along the underside of his shaft.

"I'm yours and you're mine" Paige whispered hotly against his lips as she reached low to grasp and guide him, whimpering into their kiss as she sunk herself down onto him again. Her hips starting to rise and fall slowly, working Fletcher in and out of herself at a slow deliberate pace. She felt his fingers grip at her behind, squeezing tighter as his climax approached. Knowing this would not be the last of the night or even the rest of their lives, Paige didn't hold back. Starting to bounce and buck on his lap faster, harder and deeper so she could join him in their shared ecstasy. The kiss finally breaking as Paige cried out in bliss while Fletcher nipped along her graceful throat. His eyes screwing shut tight as he bucked beneath her, filling Paige with his seed for the first time that night.