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"You...y-you guys are fucking kidding me, right?"

Jill thought she was doing the best she could for herself when she walked across the stage, draped in the gown that she once worried she'd never have the chance to wear.

It wasn't for a lack of effort on her part: the young doe was an openly admitted bookworm, and keeping her nose deep in her studies was the only thing that made living at home tolerable, ever since her brother moved away...but the poor choice of her parents continued to get in the way of her ability to improve her life.

She wasn't the type to beg for sympathy or blame others for her lot in life, but the contrast of a small bag of cocaine on the table, right next to her recently acquired diploma, painted the picture as well as her explanation ever could have.

"We're almost out," her father mumbled, between feverish strokes of his claws, leaving trails of blistered red on the side of his own neck. "And if I've gotta go through another workday without a hit, I'm...I'm gonna f-fuckin' lose it, kid."

There was another mark on the other side of his skull, at the behest of a broken beer bottle; much as the father was passing his addiction onto his daughter, her mother was no saint.

"Just stand up to mom for once, would you?" Jill asked, knowing how complicated it could be for a man to claim that he was being physically abused. "I know you don't want to hit her, but...please just call the cops or something...and throw out these fucking drugs before you do!"

For having recently turned 18, Jill didn't feel much like an adult yet, save for the more advanced topics that she'd been forced to endure in her time.

Being forced to grow up so quickly left her wondering how much of her own childhood she'd missed out on, and with those years unable to be recaptured, she was constantly fighting off a bitter of cocktail of sorrow for what she'd lost, and resentment of her brother for leaving her in such a terrible situation.

She couldn't entirely blame him, but when her own father was staring her down with a fresh nosebleed from the last line that he took...she was closer than ever to realizing where her breaking point was.

"They'd never believe me, Jilly...and you know it."

"You have a bruise and a cut on your face! Just...j-just tell them the truth!"

"They don't wanna hear that truth, and I don't wanna get your mother locked up if they do, so...start putting that diploma to work already. You got good grades in your speech class, right? Sweet talk the guy. Might be able to get yourself a nice, little discount if you say the right things and show a little skin..."

Jill was fighting her stomach; that battle kept her too preoccupied to lash out and strike her father, strong as the temptation was.

"That's...y-you're fucking serious , aren't you?"

"Serious that you're either gonna come home with some coke, or you're not gonna come home at all, kid. You love your mother and I, don't you?"

She'd heard that line before...but never on the other end of being asked to do something so horrible.

"I'm not...n-not sure if I do anymore..."

"Well, you can take all the time you need to think about it on the way to 32nd street. Guy hangs out there on the corner of Smitz...can't miss him."

Jill could feel the red creeping into her vision as she looked at the tiny bag of white powder in front of her, worrying that she'd be throwing her whole life away if she did her parents this one favor.

She'd already refused to give them money for the stuff before, but this was the first time they held her fate in the balance, hinging on her cooperation: that her parents could be such cruel and horrific people shouldn't have come as that much of a surprise to her, but this was a new level of depravity...and one that came on the other side of her greatest accomplishment in life.

They'd only attended her big day with crossed arms and begrudging frowns, and even then, they were complaining the whole way home, instead of trying to reach her brother and arrange a celebratory meal with family.

"...No. I won't do it. I won't do a-any of this anymore."

Jill picked up her diploma, stepped away from the living room, and went back to her bedroom to collect just enough supplies to get her by for a few days. She'd saved enough money in her years growing up that she could bounce from hotel to hotel for a while if she needed, but she'd do anything before spending another night in the same home as her parents.

With the backpack on her shoulder, she wasn't surprised to see her father blocking her way when she turned around, but a swift, flying leg took care of him in a way that she figured he was used to: she hated falling into the same terrible habits as her mother, but then, she knew she wouldn't have any other chance to escape the life that her parents were trying to arrange for her.

" Ooof! W-why...you...little f-fucking shit -

Jill brushed by her father as he dropped to his knees, scrambling down the hallway as quickly as she could.

Chris mentioned something about a trip to the lake this weekend, she thought, her mind racing as her ears perked up to the sound of her father crawling down the hall to catch her. I hope he only texted me about it...if mom and dad know where to look for me, I'm dead.

"You w-wanna be a grown woman, y-you...better start fucking acting like it!" her father yelled, scraping his way back up to his hooves and ripping the drywall as he pulled himself up. " Don't you dare come back here without some blow, you stupid fuckin' cunt!"

Just as Jill slammed the front door behind her, she heard a bottle shatter against the doorframe inside.

Knowing that could have just as easily been her skull, she didn't hesitate to take off in a dead sprint, moving for the edge of the neighborhood as fast as she could.

No time to talk, Chris. I'm on my way to you, she typed the message into her phone as hastily as she could, praying that he hadn't become the same kind of man as their father. Will explain when I get there.

**

Jill was getting a firsthand lesson in how quickly she would burn through her life savings in the form of an expensive rideshare; for all the emotions that she was processing, she had just enough wherewithal to feel the gut punch of paying almost forty dollars just to get to the lake across the city.

When she finally knocked on her brother's camper, it wasn't with her fist, but with her forehead...and her skull dropped right into her brother's chest as he opened the door for her.

"Well, if it isn't...little...o-oh...oh my God...Jill, are you okay?"

He kept himself contained, not wanting to rouse a new panic in her, but he could tell that she'd been through hell and back with a single glance.

Fearful for her safety, he immediately pulled her into the camper and locked the door behind her; she moved along with him, held in by a single arm, as he closed the blinds on the door.

"Are you hurt? You weren't followed, were you?"

Jill shook her head, but Chris could already feel the tears pouring down his chest and over his stomach as his sister nestled in.

She wasn't going to be much for conversation for a time...and without knowing anything that had happened, he couldn't recall ever seeing her in such a state of disarray; he was fearful of what she'd tell him, when the words finally came to her.

He didn't put a rush on anything, and he didn't push her away, despite the year that they'd spent apart: they'd never been _terribly_close in their youth, but seeing Jill so distraught was enough to awaken that familial instinct.

There was immediate relief for the doe as she clung to his hips; he hadn't , as far as she could tell, become anything like his father, and once she could see through the glassy drip of her tears, she could see that the camper was kept in decent condition...and though she saw a couple of liquor bottles sitting out in the kitchenette, there were no drugs or baggies with unusual looking powders in them.

She hated that she had to take that silent survey of the interior, but the fact that she was effectively a stranger to her brother again wasn't lost on her.

"...Did...d-did you know how awful they were, Chris?"

Her words stung the moment they reached his ears; Chris didn't have it in him to lie to his sister in the first place, but seeing her as she was, he couldn't imagine keeping the truth from her any longer.

"I had an inkling of it. That's why I got out as quickly as I could," he admitted. "But it wasn't the kind of thing that I was sure I could get you out of, and...it wasn't my choice to make for you. I needed you to make that choice for yourself, Jill."

"You could have just taken me with you...c-could have forced me to go..."

Chris shook his head. "No, Jill...if I'd done that, I wouldn't have been any better than mom and dad were. I didn't want to leave you there, but... forcing you to leave wouldn't have fixed anything."

She was upset, and as far as she was concerned, she had every right to be, but she was trying not to take out those emotions on her brother; he'd done the best he could for her when he had the chance, and now that he was being presented with another, she could tell that he was taking the opportunity seriously.

She just needed to get that frustration off her chest.

"I...y-yeah...I know you're right, but still...I wish you could have forced me," she said, beating the moment to death before she was willing to move on. "I wouldn't have blamed you one bit for doing it...for doing what was better for me."

"What was better for you was letting you be your own person and make your own decisions," Chris argued. "It fucking sucks that you had to grow up in the home you did, but...it would have made things worse for all of us if you'd come with me when I left."

Sobbing against his shoulder and clinging to him that much tighter, Jill wished that there was anything she could do to rewrite the script, but what was already done was indeed done, and the sooner she came to terms with that, the easier it would be for her to accept that she was truly on her own; even Chris wasn't a guaranteed sanctuary for her, just yet.

The tears paused as she contemplated that fate, and coming to terms with it, she looked up and Chris and saw a smile looking back at her, encouraging her to relax, if she were able. "We don't have to hash it all out right now, Jill. Just...take a minute to make yourself at home and settle in. We can work through all this crazy shit later on, if you still want to."

Chris was being every bit the support figure she'd always hoped her father would be, but she'd long since given up on thinking her father could ever be a part of her life again.

For now, if her brother could play the role of a surrogate, she would take what she could get.

**

There wasn't much room in the camper, but there was enough that Jill could claim a little corner all to herself and huddle up there, with the little bit of clothing and belongings that she'd managed to grab before she left.

"Not to be that person, but...I think my stomach finally realized that I haven't eaten anything all day," Jill spoke up, finding the gap in their conversation a little too awkward for her tastes. "I don't suppose you actually keep food here, like a normal person?"

"Hardly normal, but I am a bit sparse on food right now," Chris admitted. "There's some chips in the pantry and a little leftover takeout in the mini fridge; you're welcome to both."

Jill sighed. "I'll take a hard pass on both of those...think I need real food, for once."

"Feel free to grab the laptop and order something, then. I've got my payment info saved on there, so don't even think about trying to pay for it."

"Am I that predictable?"

"No, but somehow, you are that good of a person," Chris joked. "Despite being raised by the devil and his ornery bitch of a wife."

"You didn't turn out too bad yourself, Chris..."

He smiled from across the camper, but turned his attention back to his phone for a moment, letting Jill take control of the dinner plans. He wasn't rich by any stretch, but he wasn't going to tell her to limit herself; after the hell that she'd been through, she deserved to overindulge a little bit.

"Trust me, I'm no angel," he suggested. "Just trying to be a good brother and make up for some lost time."

"A good brother, huh?"

"...Yeah?"

"Guess that explains 'Big Brother Brings Home the Sausage.'"

Chris choked on his own spit and swallowed back a deeper, thicker cough. "...Y-yeah...what about that?"

"Was about to search for nearby pizza places and that came up before I could finish typing out 'pizza,' so...you tell me what about that," Jill teased. "You got a soft spot for me or something?"

Neither cervine expected them to roll right back into being brother and sister so easily, but Chris was especially surprised that Jill had the good nature and energy to tease him about anything, distraught as she was when she first arrived.

He was bashful about what she'd found, but all the same, he didn't want to stomp out the fire of her enthusiasm, knowing it was likely the first she'd felt since they last saw each other.

"Is it so wrong for me to care about my little sister?"

" This much?"

Of course, Chris couldn't help rolling his eyes, at that. "Okay, okay... yes , I have an incest kink...doesn't mean I've thought about you like that, Jill."

"Sure you haven't," she carried the joke just one step too far, and offering her brother a quick wink didn't seem to quell his frustration. "...Huh."

"What now?"

"Well, I just opened the file, and...t-they...they're all naked."

"Of course they are; it's a porno, Jill."

"I get that you're a porn hound, so this kind of thing is probably commonplace for you, but...I actually really tried to stay dedicated in high school...so I wasn't running around chasing tail and looking at naked chicks all day."

"Right. You were probably looking at naked dudes."

"Actually, I...I've never really seen a guy naked before," Jill confessed. "Seen a couple of guys in really short shorts at the beach, and I remember seeing you in a towel that one time, but otherwise...I've never seen a naked guy up close before."

"I guess the internet doesn't count, then," Chris teased. "Sorry about the whole towel thing...I...kinda forgot all about that day, to be honest."

"Did you really?"

"I tried to, anyway. Didn't want to end up scarring my little sister for the rest of her life."

Jill giggled. "Well, if it makes you feel any better...without a reference to think about what I would have seen under the towel, I did spend a lot of time thinking about what it would have looked like."

"...What, my...my junk?"

"All of you, really, but...yeah, pretty sure that part of you is still attached to your body, unless you made some really questionable decisions after high school."

"Yes, it's still attached," Chris answered dryly. "Thank you very much for your concern."

He was still flustered, but he could tell that the conversation was doing Jill some good: if nothing else, showing his own vulnerability was helping her to feel more comfortable with her own, but he couldn't help worrying that the conversation was drifting into dangerous territory.

The fact that she was still watching the video so intently would have been concerning on its own, but some part of him wondered if she'd wanted to see him naked after that shower...and if she'd just been suppressing those feelings over the years, regardless of what events unfolded earlier that night.

"Did...did you ever actually see one, then?"

Jill blinked. "Like, in person?"

"Yeah."

"Yours was the closest I ever came to that," she admitted, but there was a clear hesitance in her eyes; Chris couldn't tell if she was struggling to look away from the screen, or resisting the natural urge to impart her brother's form on the actors she'd seen. "I...guess I...k-kinda wanted to see what it looked like without the towel, but, t-that...you know, teenaged hormones and all that..."

Chris didn't want to dismiss her theory entirely, but he couldn't help snickering at that excuse. "You stood and stared for a solid ten seconds before you actually turned around and walked the other way."

"I thought you said you'd forgotten about it?"

"And talking to you about it is jogging my memory."

Jill smirked. "Convenient..."

"A little bit."

There was another brief pause on the other side of a shared chuckle, but Jill was struggling to ignore the natural response of her body to the arousing display on the screen, and Chris, for his part, couldn't help his curiosity any longer.

"Did...did you ever touch one, then?"

"I said I'd never seen one up close."

"Don't have to see it to touch it, necessarily."

"I mean...I guess you're right, but...n-no. I've never touched one, either," she explained, finally turning her glare at her brother...only to see her brother's paw on the buckle of his belt.

"Did you think about touching mine when you were busy ogling it, that day?"

Jill was trying to swallow back the inconvenient truth: that she'd wanted nothing more than to rip that towel from his hips and act on what she genuinely believed to be irrational, hormonal urges at the time.

Now that she could see an opportunity to act on them with less fear and judgment, she was dying for Chris to finally just blurt out the offer, but she understood how important it was for her to be honest with him, in return.

"Well, yeah ," she confessed. "Would have been kinda silly to imagine you stripping and then just going about your day, wouldn't it?"

"Hey, I'm not here to judge," Chris said. "Just here to see if there's anything else I can do to cheer up my little sister...and by the sound of it, there might be one more thing after all."

She perked her ears to the flick of his belt buckle, still struggling to believe that he was putting out the offer in any form.

It was, as far as she was concerned, a silent form of consent to explore, but her legs were jelly when she set down the laptop and tried to stand upright...and warm, eager juices were already gathered at her petals with such volume, she worried that he'd somehow be able to see their dripping arousal.

"You...y-you're really offering this up to me, aren't you?" Jill asked, feeling a moment of whiplash to have divorced herself from one part of her family, only to open herself to another part in a way that she never imagined she would. "This isn't just some fucked up, elaborate joke?"

Chris deserved that accusing tone, but he wasn't the obnoxious teenager that Jill once knew him to be...but the tug of his zipper was a stronger answer than the words that followed.

"No joke about it," Chris assured her. "And I...if I'm being honest, I wouldn't have been able to stop you if you'd bothered to try it back then."

"Bothered to try what, exactly?" Jill asked, as if there was any enigma left about what they were about to do.

"...Tugging off my towel," he whispered. Just beyond his voice, the mechanical separation of the teeth of that zipper filled the quiet camper, complete with Jill's uneasy approach playing the roll of percussion in their song and dance. "And touching whatever you wanted, when you realized you had the chance..."

Jill didn't think she'd ever be able to take the reins in that moment, but hearing those words, she couldn't help a tiny grin playing across her lips. "Whatever I wanted? You really mean that?"

"Maybe we just start with looking and touching," Chris teased. "And if it's not a total disappointment for you, we can go from there."

"Much as I was looking forward to trying it back then? I'm not sure it could ever be a disappointment," Jill suggested. "But...maybe let me fish it out of there for you?"

That was all the confirmation Chris needed to believe that Jill was interested in taking that next step, but even on hearing those words, he was struggling to trust that his ears weren't just hearing what they wanted to hear.

"If you're really sure you want t-

"I've had a lot of time to think about this, Chris," Jill reminded him. "I was way too nervous to ask you last time, but...this time...I'm not asking."

The camper wasn't a terribly long space, but Jill had still taken her time in approaching her brother; she wasn't sauntering over to him with the sort of swagger that she'd always imagined having before her first sexual encounter.

She was moving slowly, revealing with each step how much doubt still remained about her, but Chris wasn't rushing her approach. He was doing his best not to show the disbelief that he felt, but his expression showed a softer side as Jill brought her paws to rest on his inner thigh.

Eyes that were searching the honesty of her intentions widened a little more as her fingertips clumsily pushed through the opening on his boxers, and the siblings shared a mutual gasp as Jill pulled the slightly inflated flesh through that window.

"Okay, t-that...that's a lot bigger than I thought it'd be," she confessed, unaware that her brother's member would be so thick near the base...but then, she had no preconceived notions of what it should have looked like, beyond the diagrams she'd seen in health class and the unrealistically huge cocks she'd admired in pornographic films. "I thought I saw the outline of it when you'd gotten out of the shower, but this...t-this is... huge..."

The tip was already dripping slightly, revealing how excited Chris had become just by the concept of getting to play with his sister. It was an unusual sight to her, but she was revealing her lack of experience through and through, as she gave his shaft an uneasy, curious stroke.

"You don't have to spare my feelings, y'know," Chris assured her, worried that she might be padding his ego to hide her disappointment. "Pretty sure it's just an average sized cock..."

"Dude, I can barely get my fingers around it!" Jill noted, giving the base of his length and squeeze and a tug. "And I can't really hold it that well...you keep jizzing all over my fingers."

"That's not jizz," Chris groaned. "That's just precum."

"Oh. There...is there always that much of it?"

"There is when I'm this excited."

Jill knew she shouldn't have taken so much pride in the fact that her brother was so turned on by her efforts, but she'd spent the first half of the day redefining what the members of her family meant to her, starting with her parents.

She was just going down the line and figuring out what kind of relationship she wanted to have with her brother, now that she had the freedom to choose again...and her body was already telling her that she wanted to explore him with more intimate methods.

"That's so much, dude...it...it's so slippery," she pointed out, keeping her grasp a little tighter on his shaft and stroking him by virtue of her efforts. "Does this feel good, like...at all? I...I don't really know what I'm doing."

Chris didn't take an instant of that moment for granted, but he was in the middle of such a lengthy dry spell that he'd almost forgotten what he liked: it created a great opportunity for them to explore together, and where words failed to get the job done, his own paw stepped up and wrapped around the base of her wrist, encouraging a tighter grip.

"Start low...s-squeeze from the base and move up a little bit...as slow or as fast as you want...and work the excess into the tip," he suggested, using that long, curious stroke of hers to think about what he would have enjoyed the most. "Long as you keep it slick, you can't really g-go wrong..."

There was more than enough precum to get that part of the job done, but Jill didn't know for sure how much lubrication she needed to keep her brother comfortable.

It was equal parts a sense of obligation to him for welcoming her into his home, and a sense of genuine arousal that were working together within her, feeding on each other and creating a motivation that she could live with, even when the end result was something so forbidden.

She'd never be able to forgive her parents for the broken home that she grew up in, but...

If we had a traditional childhood...if things hadn't always been so weird...would I be okay with doing this? Would I be okay with changing our relationship this way? She thought.Or would I be too afraid of losing something better for the sake of a quick fuck?

Fearful as she would have been to ask that question, she wouldn't have guessed that Chris was running through the same doubts in his own mind, worried that he was taking advantage of not only an emotionally fragile woman, but his own sister, to boot.

"Is this...is this still good?" she asked, keeping her focus on her brother's pleasure, even in the face of the tumultuous evening that she'd endured. "You're making even more of that stuff...that's a good thing, right?"

He could hardly believe that someone who'd grown up in a home distraught by drug deals and rampant alcoholism was still capable of being so innocent in other areas of life, but there was relief in knowing that his parents hadn't pushed Jill to a street corner to make ends meet.

One part of her life deserved to remain a mystery for her to unfurl at her own pace, and as wrong as he knew it was, he couldn't help feeling a budding sense of pride, just for having the chance to take part in her first sexual experience.

"It's r-really good, Jill," Chris murmured, his fingers curling into the arms of the easy chair. "Too...f-fucking...good..."

His face twisted up with growing pleasure, and Jill picked up her pace, stroking faster to keep up with the flood of precum; she had no idea what a wonderful job she was doing until her brother found the words to warn her of what was to come.

"A-Are you okay? You look uncomfortable," Jill noted. She panted with the effort of pumping her paw at such a rapid pace, but she was too enticed by the powerful throb of his flesh to even think about slowing down. "Do you need me to stop?"

"No, n-no... please don't stop," Chris found himself reduced to begging her for a finish, but mindful as he was of his manners, he released the easy chair and reached over the arm, pushing his paw right between her thighs and cupping the warmth of her pubic mound. "Sorry to leave you...h-hanging..."

Despite his request, everything came to a halt when Jill felt the strength of his grip against her covered womanhood. The moisture that already coated her panties was pushed back against her petals, and the startling reality that a man was so close to touching her for the first time came with more gravity than she ever would have guessed.

Pleasure and budding lust won the day over uncertain hesitance, and she picked up right where she left off, rapidly bucking her paw along the girth of his shaft.

"It's okay, Chris...t-that feels really good..."

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, but through every word, the heel of his wrist was pressing on her covered clit, with fingertips tracing down where the mound of her womanhood would have been. "It's okay if you-

"No! I...h-heh...no, please... keep going."

He wanted to know more than the dampened press of her warmth against his palm, but it was the most he could manage when his focus was being so perfectly torn: he felt some guilt for absorbing so much pleasure without offering Jill a touch in return, but just as he neared the peak of his release, he felt her hips grinding back against his wrist; uncertain and wobbly as the gesture was, he could see an eager shift in her expression as she rubbed away the last of her guilt on his forearm.

Just seeing that physical bliss on her face was all it took to push him over the edge, and once more, Jill's expression shifted as she watched a long, thick rope of cum burst from the tip of his cock, reaching a peak over his head and splashing back down into his lap. Even with her tight grip on his shaft, she felt like she couldn't control the mess, leaving her to gasp and giggle as she narrowly avoided getting painted, herself.

"Holy shit...t-that's so much cum, Chris!" she cheered, smiling wider and pumping with an even tighter grip to see how much of the mess she could bring out of him. His tip continued to buzz as another gush emerged and splashed along the floor, but the most Jill suffered was a little, errant seed spilling down her wrist as she struggled with the force of his throbbing. "Is it always this much?"

Hooves kicked against the floor as Chris found himself burdened with greater excitement than he'd ever known: he wasn't ready to unpack the mental baggage of why his sister performing the act was such a turn-on, but in the heat of that moment, he couldn't remember having a stronger orgasm than the one that left his body pinned in the chair, unphased by the giant mess that he'd been coated with.

"It's...b-been a minute," he tried to explain, needing more than a few seconds to collect himself and catch his breath. His teeth slammed together in a tight grit as his tip became too sensitive for Jill's deadly touch, and finally, he was forced to hold her wrist again...but there was regret in that gesture; he didn't want to pull away from the warmth between her legs. "The longer you go without doing that, the more...t-the more you have to give when you finally cum."

"So you haven't cum all year, by the look of it," she teased. "Good thing I came along...if your balls got any heavier, you probably wouldn't have been able to walk."

"And my sister is back to her old self," Chris sighed. "Who knew she just needed to jerk me off to make herself feel better?"

Jill stuck out her tongue...and caught Chris entirely by surprise when she cut a path through the remnant mess on the end of his length.

"...Kind...of...an _acquired_taste, I'd bet," she made a quick face, but swallowed what she'd collected all the same. "Also...h-holy shit."

"What?"

Her paw trembled as it came away from his shaft, letting the length go soft and hang slightly before her.

"I...I just jerked off my own brother."

Lust and stress combined to fool Jill into thinking that she'd be perfectly fine with whatever came of the act, but that was the rush of doing something so thrilling and forbidden: the aftermath came with a degree of clarity that she wasn't ready for, and the evidence was still dripping from her palm, refusing to let her pretend that she hadn't willingly engaged in the act.

From start to finish, she'd been completely willing...and she knew it.

"Did a pretty damn fine job, too," Chris rumbled, his voice still slack with the bliss of his release. "But you...y-you don't seem like you're happy about that."

"I mean, I was at the time," Jill confessed. "I feel like I've never been anything but a burden to any member of our crazy fucking family, but...for once, I was able to make someone related to me feel something other than disappointment..."

"Jill, you...you are not a disappointment," Chris gave a firm, stoic reply. "Certainly never been one to me, anyway."

"And I appreciate you saying that, but...even if I'm not, that doesn't change the fact that I feel like I've only gained your approval because I just gave you a handjob," she continued. "Like...have I sunk that low? That I'm doing sexual favors for people just so they'll keep me in their lives?"

Chris wanted to answer, but the awkward pause didn't allow him to collect his thoughts in time.

"Even my own fucking brother? What would people say if they found out...?"

It wasn't the change of pace that Chris was hoping for, but he never imagined that bringing Jill out of her depression would be that easy; he owed it to her to ride out that emotional storm by her side, and if he was her only port in that storm, he was all too happy to let her rest there for the night.

"No one is going to find out what we did if you don't want them to," Chris assured her. "I've got no one to tell, and wouldn't even if I did..."

"But what if I feel like I need to tell someone?"

"That...I guess that's your business, then," Chris suggested. "But if that's the case, that's entirely up to you, Jill. I'm not gonna tell anyone what you just did, and I'm certainly not gonna judge you for it: you're your own person now, and this isn't high school where people will spread rumors just to keep you out of a social circle. This is your life...and you've gotta lead it how you want to, regardless of other people's norms."

Jill didn't think her brother was capable of being so poignant in the first place; that he was saying such things after an orgasm was making her rethink her understanding of post-coital clarity.

"You really...r-really don't think less of me for doing that?" she asked, unable to keep that concern from the back of her mind. "You don't think I was wrong for doing it?"

"As long as you wanted to do it, it wasn't wrong," Chris replied. "And I'm pretty sure I think a lot more of you for doing it, Jill...but you don't have to do it again if you don't want to, and you don't have to do anything else if you don't want to. We can stop right now, pretend this never happened...and just order that pizza like we said we would."

Jill wished she'd known that Chris was capable of such an understanding nature when he was still living at home; she would have yanked that towel right off his hips, that night after the shower.

"I know a lot of pornos start with a pizza delivery guy, but...I'm pretty sure I know who I want to fill that role for me," she answered, after a concerningly lengthy pause. "Long as you're willing to go slow; I'm not sure how I'm ever gonna make that thing fit inside me..."

Chris wasn't sure what he'd expected from his little sister, but her answer was delighting one part of his body, as his cock began rising to attention once more.

"...Slow as you need to go, sis. I've got nothing but time."