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• So we immediately follow up on Waiting for Clarice, our previous Chip and Dale incest prompt, with even more Chipmunk incest! I will single handedly make the rest of furrydom remember Clarice if it's the last thing I do, so enjoy the ride folks. Good news is she's apparently big in Japan, with her own meet-and-greet at the parks and everything, so at least the Japanese know a good waifu when they see one. This was, of course, written by Jeeves. Follow him on SoFurry or FurAffinity, and maybe donate to his Patreon.

_ Clarice's Boys _

As Clarice knocked on the door of her twin brothers' apartment, she could feel the arousal streaming down her thighs. The orgasms to which she had rubbed herself on the cab ride from the airport had done nothing to quell her libido, each climax only heightening the desperate need for her boys. Even her tip to the taxi's driver himself had done nothing to sate her frantic urges, regardless of how hard and how much he'd cum deep, deep inside her. Now though, she was here at last. She was home. Not where she lived normally, a whole ocean away from her life in Japan in fact, but home where Chip and Dale were. Where she might well have lived full time if she listened to her heart and her loins, despite knowing that it would be the downfall of all three of them. After all, how would they work? How would they socialize? How would they live if they were together twenty four seven, three hundred and sixty five days a year, unable to muster the willpower to do utterly anything besides fuck one another repeatedly and deliciously senseless?

The female chipmunk whimpered as the door in front of her remained painfully closed. She huffed and reached with one hand into one of the deep pockets of her luxurious faux fur coat, while her other paw slipped beneath the loop of fabric holding the coat shut and pressed itself to her pussy, as bare as the rest of her body beneath the ankle-length, soft and oh so cosy coat. Rising onto the tips of her toes Clarice rocked back and forth, humping at her hand as three fingers sawed back and forth against her clit, juices dripping off her fingers as her eyes crossed and her tongue hung out of one side of her sweet, panting maw. It took only seconds for Clarice to fish the spare key out of her pocket, but those seconds of delay were enough, even accounting for her shameless self-stimulation, for the chipmunk to be driven a little more crazy with desire. To erode what little remained of her common sense and capacity for coherent thought, and bring her closer to what she always eventually became when in her brothers' presence.

Clarice pressed the key into the lock, turned it, and pushed the door open.

The scent, the almost tangible wave of the smell of her brothers and the night-long rut they had been locked in waiting for her arrival hit Clarice like a truck, and just like that she was gone. No longer the fashion savvy singer who had taken Kyoto by storm. No longer the playful, friendly woman who had smiled at everyone she passed on her way out of the airport. Not even the grunting, moaning mess bouncing greedily on the cab driver's lap as he sat staring, moaning, overwhelmed by her brazen passions.

Clarice's luxurious coat and her two wheeled suitcases remained outside in the corridor as in a drunken stupor the woman shucked off her coat right then and there, and all but floated into the apartment on that thick, intoxicating cloud of her brother's sweat and cum. The door swung slowly closed behind her, barely clicking shut, barely offering Clarice and her brothers the space, the solitude they craved. It really didn't matter though, because once all three of them were together they would have done precisely the same thing whether atop Mount Everest or standing in the middle of Times Square. There was no rest of the world. There was no decency, no law, no restraint.

There was just each other, and sex.

So, so, so much sex.

*******

"My boys... my sweet boys..."

Clarice found Chip and Dale in the apartment's living room, slumped unconscious on the floor near a rather fogged up window looking out on the same stretch of street where her cab had pulled up. Their bodies were matted with copious streaks of one another's cum, the tangled mess of their normally oh so soft and fuzzy backsides making abundantly clear how eagerly and abundantly they had been making use of one another in the recent past. Asleep or not though, the two entangled bodies were still rock hard, and Clarice wasted no time in peeling them apart and sandwiching herself between them. She moaned and grunted as she rocked her ass back against Chip's cock while grasping Dale's sweet face and kissing his rosy red nose repeatedly, and her moans rose to strained, frantic whimpers when she felt them stirring, saw Dale's eyes fluttering open, then spring wide with realization at the same instant she felt Chip's cock lurch behind her.

"My boys..."

She huffed one last time, breathless and overwhelmed with giddy, lustful emotion. Then Dale's tongue was down her throat. Then Chip's cock was pushing into her ass with no more lubrication beyond the residue left over from the plug she'd been wearing on the flight over, and it was happening. It was finally, finally happening.

She was home. She was with her boys. And she could finally stop pretending like anything else in the entire world mattered, besides having her brothers' cum flooding her holes time and time again.

*******

"Nnng-ghhahhhhhhyessss!"

Clarice squealed in ecstasy as she was surrounded by heat. By lush, albeit somewhat matted fur and hot, trembling flesh. One cock spasmed inside her ass as another filled her pussy, and her head span with squeaks and moans and the most obscene utterances as her brothers fucked her in unison. Their paws gripped her tightly, clutching at flesh and fur without the slightest tenderness, knowing that just like them Clarice didn't need affection to know how deep their love for her ran, just every load, every drop of cum they could give her. They held her and rutted her hard between them from the very first stroke of their hips, and squeaked, grunted to her as they felt her body desperately trying to keep itself as full of both their cocks as possible at all times.

"Mnnhhfuck, Clarice! Gonna tear up your ticket home. Gonna... hh-hahhhhfuck, put your passport through the shredder. You won't ever be able to leave. You won't ever be able to stop!"

Chip gasped as he reached around his sister from behind and groped her fluffy tits, catching her nipples between two digits and tweaking fiercely as his hips became a blur, clapping loudly against her quaking, welcoming ass.

"Hahhh, mnhh-hhhyes! I... I'm gonna do it this time, sis. Gonna throw your pills down the sink. Gonna put a litter of sweet chipmunk pups in that belly of yours. Make you a slutty incest momma, and drink every spare drop of milk our beautiful babies don't take for themselves."

The female chipmunk's eyes rolled wildly in their sockets, and she screamed as her first orgasms tore through her. Not just one, but a pair of overlapping, all consuming peaks brought on by the combined efforts of her brothers' cocks and words in unison. She thrashed. She sobbed. She nodded gleefully, greedily as Dale grabbed her face and muffled her cries with a sloppy kiss, only to drag her face away from his and throw back her head in an even more frenzied shriek as Chip buried his face in the back of her neck and bit down hard, turning the already wild pace of his thrusts up to a whole new manic, desperately unhinged extreme.

For more than two hours the trio didn't move from the spot on the living room floor where Clarice had found her two brothers upon arrival. For more than two hours they flooded her holes with load after load, any respite their bodies required filled with probing fingers, questing tongues, more ways and reasons for Clarice to sob and scream and squirt until she could feel her inner muscles trying to force forth more sprays of ejaculate, but found herself with not a drop more to give. Even then though, especially then, they didn't stop. Fatigue was no excuse. Exhaustion was no good reason to deny themselves the obscene, unrelenting bliss that they could only truly know when the three of them were together.

With Dale rutting her pussy doggystyle and Chip mounting his brother atop both of them, Clarice dragged herself inch by inch across the floor, carrying both her brother's weight and pausing every few meters to drum her fists against the floor amid fresh wails of orgasmic bliss. It took her more than thirty minutes to get to the kitchen sink, and as she held herself up against the counter-top, leaning forward over the kitchen sink and turning her head to gulp sweet, refreshing water directly from the tap, she was barely able to get a single mouthful down between her ongoing shrieks. Chip and Dale knelt beneath her, Chip's muzzle wrapped around her pussy, suckling fiercely upon her aching clit, while Dale greedily tongued the residue of his and his brother's cum from her stretched and leaking asshole. She peered down between them after drinking her fill and catching her breath, and giggled happily as she saw them not just pleasing her, but with their footpaws rubbing and pumping one another's cocks, oozing pre-cum over the other chipmunk male's toes. When Clarice let her arms release from their grip on the counter though, her jelly-like legs giving way and bringing her tumbling to the linoleum floor in a heap atop her brothers, they were on her once again like scavenging beasts upon a fresh carcass.

Dale's cock barely got between her lips before he was cumming, his balls slapping firmly against her nose as he muzzlefucked her desperately through that immediate orgasm. Chip meanwhile flung himself forward over her body and slipped into her missionary style, and once Dale had pulled his muzzle free, rubbing the residue of his last dribbles of cum over Clarice's already stained and matted cheeks, Chip pushed his upper body forward until he was bending Clarice beneath him, pulling her hips up into the air and fucking down deep into her as his head rested against her soft, pillowy breasts.

Compared to all that had come before it, Chip's latest fuck was surprisingly tender. Still fast and unceasingly intense, but passionate and loving too as he stared up into his sister's face with glazed, pleasure hungry adoration. Clarice giggled and wrapped both arms and legs around her brother. He always knew how to take care of her. They both did. And no matter how obscene, how utterly filthy their time together was, Clarice loved her brothers for it. More and more every time she visited, which only made the inevitable parting harder, but the promise of the next visit all the sweeter.

For now though, their time together had only just begun. And as both Clarice and Chip squeaked while their entwined bodies were rolled over onto their sides, allowing Dale to slide in behind his sister and grind his recently spent but still rigid cock between her fuzzy, cum and saliva-stained buttocks, Clarice's head span at the thought that she still had two whole weeks with them. Two whole weeks of sex. Two weeks of orgasms. And two weeks to try and drive them all so brutally and mercilessly insane with pleasure that one of her brothers, one of her boys really would shred her passport and dump her contraceptives, to try and ensure this rapturous, incestuous depravity would never, ever end.

By Jeeves.