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"Still asleep, huh?"

Wulfric didn't budge from the spot, but his eyes flickered open. He'd been drifting in and out of consciousness after the hustle and bustle downstairs stirred him awake, but he couldn't find the energy to get out of bed, and couldn't find the peace to fall back asleep.

"It's a beautiful morning, the sun is shining, and this weekend, the world is your oyster, so...up and at 'em, little bro!"

Heather knew her brother was in a bad way those days, but as much as her parents were running out of ways to motivate him and perk him up, she hadn't given up on his case just yet.

A full, wide platter was resting in her arms as she stood at the foot of the bed, watching him expectantly and thinking that the wafting bouquet of freshly cooked bacon, steamy, scrambled eggs and buttered toast would be more than enough to spring him from the deepest of sleeps.

Instead, he barely shifted his head enough to see the delicious spread that had been prepared for him.

"C'mon, Wulfric. I know you're still a bit bummed out about missing your dream school, but your second choice was pretty good, wasn't it?" she reminded him. "Trust me, I've been where you are right now, and it's rough, but...I bet you'll still love Stracks University, if you just give it a chance!"

Just a year removed from finishing her own degree, Heather remembered how disappointed she was when her dream school rejected her application. Seeing her brother go through the same hardships, she sympathized with him in a way that no other member of his family could, but she'd been throwing everything but the kitchen sink at him for weeks, knowing he'd regret it that much more if he wasted his summer by moping about it.

"Not hungry."

"...I said up and at 'em, Wulfric. Don't make me take drastic measures."

If he'd looked up, he would have noticed that his sister was only clad in an apron, letting the straps of the same present her cleavage through an open window in the fabric. He would have been able to tell that there was a hint of arousal behind her frustration, and that she wanted him to get his strength up for something more than seizing the day.

She'd been planning on boosting his confidence in a forbidden, old-fashioned way for some time, but she didn't want to open with that move, if she could avoid it.

"Gonna flip all that freshly cooked food on my head and ruin my day before it gets started?" he asked, pausing only to tug the covers back over his face. "Or are you gonna tell me that my first school decided to change their minds? Cause if not, I'm not really interested..."

The frustrated wolfess tried to collect herself, but a huff escaped her lips as she set the meal tray on her brother's dresser. The bow tied behind her back came undone with ease and impatience, rather than the slow, sensual draw she'd hoped to use, but Wulfric still had no idea what she was up to when she climbed onto the edge of the bed.

One paw gripped the covers and yanked them away, and the other cupped under her breasts, hoisting them enough that she knew she'd have her brother's full attention; his widened, bewildered gaze made it clear that her Plan B was working so far.

"Heather, w-what the fuck are you doing?!"

"I was trying to do you a kindness to boost your spirits, but since you've decided that you're not hungry for food...I thought I might see if you've got an appetite for something else? Something that would make anyone feel better?"

She'd pulled the covers down far enough to find that she wasn't alone in her appreciation of comfort: she didn't think her younger brother was bold enough to sleep naked, but she was delighted to see a warm, pink tip emerging from the darkened fur around the opening of his sheath.

"I was worried I might have come on a little too strong," she confessed. "I'm glad to see that you're on board with my other idea, after all...mind if I have a little snack, myself? I got up so early to make your breakfast that I completely forgot to have anything to eat..."

Her other paw tossed the blankets the rest of the way down, revealing the full, thick thighs that propped her brother's crotch up toward her. She expected him to squirm away at least a little bit, but her fingertips cupped around the end of his sheath before he had the chance, and a curious mind wouldn't allow a hesitant body to move away from such an exhilarating touch.

"You c-can't be serious," Wulfric tried to counter, but as bashful as he seemed about it, his length was still pushing free of the sheath, rising to meet the warmth of his sister's curious paws. "Heather, y-you...you can't do this!"

"Really? Cause I already am," she teased. "Already holding the base...fondling your balls...getting you nice and hard so I can inspect every inch of you...and by the look of it, you're feeling better than you have in weeks already!"

Her hair was already pushed back into a ponytail, but the older lupine still paused to toss her hair the other way around her neck, keeping it from blocking Wulfric's view of his own length; she wasn't all that worried about the impending mess.

"But if I've read you wrong, I can always stop...just let you sleep the way away if that's what you really want."

Wulfric wasn't prepared to talk with his sister about his lack of dating experience from his high school days, nor to ask her what she'd done with her time when she was busy partying at the university.

He wasn't sure that he was even prepared to ask what brought about such a forbidden act in the first place, thinking there had to be more to it than a sisterly desire to make her brother feel better about himself...but more than any of that, he wasn't ready to stop her when she dangled the tip of her tongue over the tapered, lupine tip of his member.

A single drop of drool hung from the end as she looked up at him, capturing the soft, subtle blue of his gaze and silently warning him that this was his only chance to speak up and stop her.

"I mean, I...I know it looks like I do, b-but I..."

Her tongue was already brushing down the tip of his cock, pushing a warm, satisfying glaze of her spittle across the flesh of his shaft.

That would have been enough to steal his words away, but caught off guard as he was, he couldn't pretend that he wasn't enjoying himself, and didn't want to lie to his sister about anything, his desires included.

"But I guess I c-can't let you go without eating, can I?" he did his best to keep up with her approach, knowing that she was well beyond his level of experience; he only hoped that he wasn't making a complete dork of himself. "Not sure how much that's g-gonna fill you up, though..."

It was all happening so fast that Wulfric had only a moment or two to think about how crazy it was for his own sister to be tasting him, before he was left bewildered anew by her rapid, eager approach.

The curious strokes of a tongue, swirling back and forth around the tip of his cock like she was whisking away the layers of a lollipop, came to an abrupt end as she dipped her open maw onto his length and pushed the end of her muzzle right into his crotch.

She held steady there and let his member continue to grow and throb toward her throat, genuinely impressed that she had to struggle at the start...and then, as she felt his tip pressing onward and daring to scrape her tonsils, her grip tightened around the fluff of his sheath.

Holy fuck, dude. You're hung like this and you still have confidence issues? She thought, amazed that she was having so much trouble containing his member. Guess there's a bit more to you than I gave you credit for, little brother. I'll have to apologize for that when I'm done choking on you...

"You r-really took the whole thing," Wulfric couldn't keep from stating the obvious: his mind was blown too far to come up with anything cleverer than that, and a single, slow bob of his sister's maw on his shaft kept him from reaching anything more than desperate moans. "O-oh...hoooly shit, sis...why are you-

With one paw holding his shaft, the other stopped his words by poking a single claw into the side of his thigh, silently telling him that there would be time for questions when he was feeling better.

Her affection for him had always run deeper than any other member of their family; she made no secrets about that, and had always enjoyed embarrassing Wulfric with that extra attention, but this was a leap and a bound far beyond anything he would have ever expected from her.

He was still conflicted about what was unfolding, that morning, but not enough to push her messy, drooling lips away from his shaft as they graced his flesh over and over again...not enough to keep her from swallowing her throat around the end of his cock as she noticed a familiar throbbing from the base of his sack.

"Kay...n-no questions; got it," Wulfric finally addressed that poking claw, but he was already struggling to take his next breath when Heather cupped his sack, fondling the full, hefty orbs within and squeezing them just enough to spur some extra production. "But...I...I gotta ask...at least, I think I should probably...ask if it's okay t-t-to..."

Wulfric sucked in a full, thick breath and clenched his fangs as he tried to sneak a few more seconds into the act, but when a tight, gripping paw stroked up over his shaft and met with her lips in the middle, it was already too late to ask about whether he should have warned her or not.

It seemed like common courtesy, but Wulfric's inexperience left him to pump that first, plentiful strand of cum right into the roof of her maw. The creamy treat splashed, cascading down the back of her throat and setting off her instincts: she was more than ready to swallow his entire load, but the lack of a warning forced her to groan around her mouthful and wince with new effort.

Thought I felt you getting close, she groaned, but having a mouthful kept those thoughts comfortably nestled in the back of her mind. I was gonna make you cum all over my tits, you jerk...what kinda guy wouldn't feel better after seeing something like that?

Having his entire load swallowed might have been even higher on Wulfric's list; she had no way of knowing that, and she hoped that luck was on her side as her throat bulged around his length, keeping the throbbing flesh and his yield contained until she felt his body calming down.

She hadn't said anything, but she had to wonder if Wulfric was aware of just how tightly he was gripping her shoulders when he finished. A simple gaze in his direction revealed that he was on cloud nine, having acted almost purely on instinct...

...A quick stroke of a fingertip along the side of his wrist made it clear that his actions were completely unconscious.

"Oh...o-oh, fuck! I'm sorry!" Wulfric stammered back to reality and his paws flew from his sister's body, coming to either side of his head as if he was being accosted. "I didn't...I mean, I did mean to, but not like...t-this...?"

The giggle around his shaft forced a tremor through his entire body, and just at the end of that first orgasm, a final gush of seed traveled down Heather's throat, just before she managed to pry herself from her brother's tasty flesh.

"Mn..._mlm..._ahh! That's one hell of a secret you've been keeping from me, Wulfric," Heather declared, her eyes focused on the impressive length that she'd bathed. "I'm sorry, though: what did you not mean to do? Was it the part where you pumped a load of cum down my throat, or the part where you grabbed my shoulders so I wouldn't be able to pull away when you did?"

Remnants of his mess were still painted over the flat of her tongue as she looked up at him once more, letting that wide, lupine muscle hang just between her fangs, the seed dribbling down the underside of her chin.

She knew exactly what she was doing; Wulfric didn't stand a chance against her continued assault.

"Uhm...all of it, I guess?" Wulfric replied. "I had no idea you were gonna do that when you came in here...no idea that you even wanted to do that with me."

"It was kinda 50/50 for me," Heather confessed, perhaps a bit too cavalier in her admission. "I mean, I've thought about it plenty of times before, but I never thought that was something I'd actually do."

Wulfric blinked. "So, why did you, then?"

"Cause I'd tried everything else under the sun to cheer you up and make you feel better, and nothing was helping at all, so I figured...I'd try serving you breakfast in bed," she claimed. "I thought that would work for sure , but I had one more backup plan, in case it didn't; it worked, right?"

He couldn't imagine claiming to be upset still when his sister was batting her eyes at him, playing with his seed and showing off the supple curve of her breasts, but he wasn't giving Heather enough credit for her own emotional depth.

She'd been in his shoes before, and a quick blowjob was sure to perk him up, but it didn't fix the root problem.

"Would I be the first guy in the world to look sad after getting his dick sucked by his own sister?"

"Probably a pretty small sample size to compare against, but...I doubt you'd be the first. Now I'm just hoping that you were as willing as your body made you seem."

That was hard for him to confess, but Wulfric nodded all the same. "I mean, I...w-well, I definitely became willing; still working on believing what just happened, and I do feel better, but I...I'm still bummed about missing out on my first choice, you know? I really can't thank you enough for all you've done for me lately, and I'm sorry I haven't been as grateful as I should have been for all your help, but it's just been eating me up inside. I know I should just get over it..."

"But it's not that easy, is it?"

"Well, no...b-but...it should be, right?"

"Not necessarily," she countered. "To be honest, when it happened to me, it was a while before I would have felt up to doing this, myself...much less doing anything that wasn't fun."

"For what it's worth, I can't imagine feeling any better than I did just a few minutes ago," Wulfric admitted, his eyes drifting away from the tempting display before him; he was too bashful to keep her gaze for so long. "But what finally did it for you?"

"You don't have to sweet talk me, little brother: I already know how sweet you really are," she teased, finally drawing her tongue back to swallow up the last of his juices. "As for coming out of my funk, it took almost the whole month of June, but I had good friends in my corner that were going to school there, too. They cheered me up, put some wind back in my sails and got me on my feet again...and I do recall a sweet little wolf coming into my room and checking on me every now and again; that helped a lot more than I could say at the time."

To have the chance to guide her brother through the same issue she once had wasn't a duty, but a privilege, as far as Heather was concerned.

The timber wolf looked up at her younger sibling one more time, managing to pry his gaze back to her with th weight of her stare. "I'll be in your corner no matter what, Wulfric...and if you need a little more cheering up, all you have to do is ask."

With those words, the younger wolf thought their morning might be coming to an end, but his resting posture made a perfect seat out of his lap, and at that, a seat that Heather couldn't resist sizing up, until she was almost drooling at the thought of settling into it.

"Thanks, sis. I guess we can kinda unpack the rest of...w-what just happened later on," Wulfric offered, unsure if Heather wanted to address the fact that she'd just so casually sucked her brother's cock. "I really appreciate you trying so...h-hard...hey. Hey. Hey! What are you doing this time?"

"Just cheering you up; we covered that, didn't we?" Heather joked. "You're still bummed out, which means I still have work to do...and seeing you sad made me sad, so...you've got some work to do, too."

Her naked body climbed up his thick, stocky figure with just the right pace that Wulfric could have stopped her whenever he wanted: she knew what she was doing was wrong in the eyes of society, but if they kept it their own little secret, she'd have no problem getting past any qualms she had about their incestuous bond.

Truth be told, she was excited to take on the challenge of his impressive length with her womanhood, instead...and by the time her breasts pushed upon her brother's chest and pinned him back to the headboard, she could feel the end of his length twitching anew, settled against the petals of her sex for the very first time.

She hadn't stopped to consider that it might have been the first time his member had touched against anyone's body in such an intimate manner, but lust was getting the better of her as she pushed down slightly, adjusting back on her hips and displaying a level of skill that no one her brother's age would have been able to mimic.

"Heather, w-wait...you really s-shouldn't...d-do this," he tried to protest, but it was so much weaker than his original attempt that he couldn't imagine her pausing her progress. He didn't take the skill of her drop for granted, but he couldn't praise it properly, either: to feel her silky, moist passage easing down the length of his cock and embracing the entire shaft was beyond profound.

"Why not?" she asked, her voice simple at first, but the effort of taking such a thick, girthy tool came through in her voice as it strained, matching the effort of her dipping, rolling hips. "Had a nice, fulfilling breakfast...and now...I'm g-gonna burn off some calories..."

Getting to sit back and watch his sister work on his length was a treat before, but the majority of her body was denied to him when she was hunched over.

Now that she was sitting above him, there was no ignoring the goddess that was sharing her favor: full, supple breasts bounced gently at the bottom of every thrust, and at the peak, her entire figure stretched and shifted, torso angled back just enough that he could see the subtle definition of her musculature below.

Hazel eyes winced for a moment as she came to a halt, sitting fully atop his length, feeling the very tip twitch and pulse just at the edge of what she could handle.

"But it's..n-not...safe," he reminded her, knowing that some of his cum would have remained on the tip from their previous interlude.

That reminder, however, was too subtle, barely more than the whimper that laced the words in the first place.

"Not what?" she asked, her ears perked forward to those words. She didn't think he'd manage another word when her hips lifted and bounced upon his flesh again, but even as he gasped and winced his eyes shut with bliss he'd never known, she kept moving forward, determined to bring him up to speed with her. "Not the...b-best fucking cock I've ever felt? Cause you'd be wrong about that, little bro...not all that little, either..."

Her lifted tail gave Wulfric all kinds of room to explore, but his paws were too nervous to take that place on their own: he needed his older sister to reach down and grab him by the wrists, pulling them toward her body as if she was taking his sexual destiny by the reins.

"There's no telling when we'll have this kind of privacy again, Wulfric," she warned him. "Better take what you can get while you've got the chance..."

She set his open, quivering palms on her torso and focused on her pace, picking up from the slow, careful roll that she started with to a deep, eager thrust, dropping her body into his lap with the kind of intensity that she would have shared with a far more experienced lover.

Thanks to the plentiful girth of his member and the depth of each thrust, she'd find her way to an orgasm before too much longer, but she was desperate to feel what her brother was capable of before she made it to that peak.

"Do I...d-do I just-

"Do whatever you want," she instructed, wanting the experience to be as organic as it could be, no matter how awkward that ended up being. "If you just wanna lie there and let y-your big sis milk the cum right out of you...t-that's fine with me, little bro!"

Even hearing that was enough that he thought he might spiral into his second climax, but Wulfric was determined to prove himself, regardless of his inexperience.

Searching for purchase, his paws cupped under her breasts and tried to hold them, but her quickening pace and their full, soft weight made them fun to play with...but not the best thing to grab for proper leverage.

"Oh...o-oh fuck...I don't know if I can take much more of this, Heather...I think I might-

" Do it ," she demanded, throwing her open palms down to the thick, powerful mass of his abdomen. "Don't hold back for my sake...just...p-pump those fucking hips and gimme all you got, Wulfric!"

With her palms against his groin, managing any thrust was a struggle, but he hadn't moved the entire while: a moment of guilt arrived for that, but it was done away with a breath later when Heather turned his lap into her own personal sex toy, bucking against him faster than he imagined a wolf could move.

His uneven, weaker thrusts couldn't hope to keep up, but that unpredictable pace and the occasional, perfect meeting of their hips were just what she needed; the fumbling grip of his fingertips, rolling over her nipples and stoking them with a clumsy, but delightfully eager touch became a bonus.

"No, no...n-no no no, n-not yet!" Wulfric protested, but that only drew a giggle and a squeeze from Heather, her skillful womanhood refusing to be denied a sample of his young, virile seed. "How are you even d-doing that? F-fuck...fuuuuuuck, Heather! I'm cumming!"

Feeling his pulsing member against her tongue was a delight, but it paled in comparison to the thrill of having his member erupt with such vigor while it was still buried in her womanhood.

Tired knees were already starting to lose their stance when Heather approached her own release, but she thought she'd be able to lift up and off of his lap, before his paws slipped from her breasts and found a new home on her backside.

Oh, shit. Don't grab it, Wulfric...shitshitshit

Her inner walls clenched with uncontrolled, orgasmic bliss, and Wulfric found the idea of pleasure redefined for the second time, that day.

He couldn't help the powerful, domineering grip of his open palms on her taut, thick backside, and in turn, Heather lost her stance and sunk down just a little bit further...

...Right onto the thick, delicious knot that had emerged at the base of his cock.

Oh, fuck.

Her thoughts were running wild with panic, but in the heat of the moment, she was looking down on her brother with a stare that did more than enough to convey her praise.

"That's it, Wulfric...f-fill me...pump that f-fucking load into your big sister!" she cheered him on, no hint of regret slipping into her voice. "Don't let me up...d-don't you dare let go of me!"

His claws raked at her ass, pricking into her flesh as he held her body with renewed desperation. He could barely manage the kind of overt, heavenly chorus that his sister was belting out, but he could let out a proper, lupine whimper of bliss with each quiver of Heather's release, momentarily forgetting why something like this could ever be a problem.

He'd completely forgotten the eggs on the nightstand; they were growing cold by then, but another set was in danger of being fertilized...and Heather forgot to ask how he liked his eggs in the first place.