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Max grimaced as he looked down the aisle of the bus. At this time of afternoon, during a weekday, there really shouldn't have been this many people riding. His radar-dish ears flicked to the sound of his sister checking her ticket behind him, and then he took a few steps forward to browse through their options for seating. Or, rather, the lack thereof: nothing in the first two rows, nothing in the next two, nothing in the next two... but right there, not quite in the back but close, right here by the aisle with someone apparently sleeping against the window, one seat.

One. For two of them. He glanced back at Erika, saw that she hadn't noticed, and then bustled forward, swinging his backpack off his shoulder so that he could claim the seat before she did. The old material and metal shuddered beneath his weight when he plopped into place, a grin on his face and his tail stirring against the back of the seat.

"Finders keepers," he cooed to Erika, just now coming up alongside him. "Losers weepers."

She scoffed. "What year are you in? 2005? Besides, Max, you should know by now..."

She shifted her bag off as well, held it in one paw, then turned, swung her tail out - Max briefly caught a glimpse beneath her skirt of paint-splotched fur, cinnamon and cream and ochre - and then once again the seat strained, as did Max, as she dropped herself down into his lap.

"As siblings, we share everything. And as your _older_sibling-"

"We're twins!"

"Yeah, but I'm older. A whole minute and a half, remember? That counts." She wriggled her rump atop his lap, making him squirm again. "Anyway. As your older sibling, I always get the better half."

"So, what-" Max glanced to the patron sleeping beside them, their species obscured behind a hoodie drawn all the way up over their short muzzle and arms crossed in front of their body. "You want me to move so you can sit here?"

"I didn't say that." The bus jostled into motion; Erika lurched atop his lap, her weight shifting, pressing down into him, making him grimace and grit his teeth... and wish he could reach into one of his pockets to adjust. "This is the better seat, after all."

Max turned his head away from the window and over to the rest of the best, muzzle tilting to avoid bumping his sister. A twenty-minute drive into the next town over to enjoy a shared day off from class and some extra spending money resulted in about an hour either way on the bus, since while each sibling could drive, neither had a car.

"I fuckin' wonder," he groaned, shifting once again. Erika adjusted in response, seeming to ensure that her legs remained draped over his and her rump right in his lap, digging the button of his fly painfully into his lower belly. "Can't be comfy. I'm all right angles. And bones."

"I know you are, dickweed. Especially..." She dropped her bag between both of their legs, on top of his own, and then patted at the seat. Then at his upper thigh, then his side - he jumped as fingers poked into the soft space between ribs and hip - then arm, and then finally his wrist. Her fingers clasped into place there, briefly giving him that little sparkling tingle that always happened when she touched him, ever since that one hazy night when they were off for winter break last year.

Then Erika guided his hand forward around herself. Max's heart skipped a beat; many times before strangers had asked if the two were boyfriend-girlfriend, usually the older folks saying how nice it is to see a same-species couple for once, and you two look like you could be siblings! and they would just smile and laugh it off, Max unable to hide his blush, which he knew likely reinforced the idea, while Erika reveled in the attention and deceit, and -

And she slid his paw up underneath her skirt, in between her thighs, where humid warmth suddenly coalesced into damp heat, plush and pillowy, soft yet still with a distinct firmness within. Max's wide ears perked straight upright, as did another part of him. He shifted underneath his sister's weight, her fingers leading his to circle around the protruding flesh of her plump canine spade, poking up along the side where warm, supple meat nestled into soft pubic fur, along the rim of moist lips, in towards the center where... where that wet warmth closed in around him, sucking gently, slurping along his fingers, squeezing as bands of muscle tightened in reflex and response to his touch.

"Especially - n-now, right?"

Face hot, ears hotter, pants tight, loins practically vibrating with this nervous, eager energy, he felt like when he had been in school and got to slip his paws up a girl's bra for the first time. That had also_been Erika, to be fair, soon after the siblings had gotten their matching belly button piercings. _But before she got her nipples done, he thought, wondering if he could manage to get his other paw up there on the bus here.

A bump in the road shook the entire bus, and Erika gasped and shivered atop him, her paw tightening on his, his fingers sinking in to the next knuckle inside of her. He felt the plump lips of her sex clench down around him, his fur already smeared with slick wetness; she rocked gently in his lap, pushing herself forward while holding him there, riding deeper onto his paw, then pulling back.

He leaned forward, bumping his chin against her shoulder, and drew in her scent. The perfume she wore had become quite familiar over these past few months. The sound of the road all around them hid his words.

"You're - squishing me..."

"Am I? Well, then, let's - ah - resolve that, why not?"

Her paw slid away from his, but Max kept it in place. Slowly he worked his fingers back and forth, circling gently around at the knuckle while remaining buried inside of her, enjoying the way her slick walls squished and slid across his skin, how she squeezed, and tightened, and then relaxed again. Erika lifted herself up and sat back, and Max scooted down just a little bit; the button of his fly finally stopped poking into his belly, and then came undone at the smallest twitch of her wrist. Then the faint vibration of his zipper being drawn down, a shift in weight as she leaned forward to obscure him beneath her skirt, the slightly-awkward digging and fishing of blind fingers at the front of his boxers... then the slightly tepid, still, stuffy air of the bus tickling across his half-hard shaft.

His heart leapt again, and he couldn't help but glance around himself. Their neighbor still slept, while everyone else was wrapped up in their own world, dutifully ignoring everyone else on the bus. Careful fingers gave him one stroke, then a second; then she brushed his paw away from herself - his fingers came free with a slight, tacky tug, silken wetness slurping along his fur - then shifted again, straightened up, lifted her rear a bit, leaned forward... and the air of the bus squirted away beneath that delicious slick heat sinking down around him, pressing deeper, drawing him up inside of her. Both twins sighed out, a deep, luxurious breath of needed relief.

Max still couldn't believe how fucking good it felt. It was hard to focus between her and the bus around them, his ears constantly dancing and flicking at the slightest noise, of which there was no shortage. Someone in the next aisle coughed, making him jump; someone behind them dropped something onto the floor with a thump; the sleeping whoever it was beside them stirred and settled back into their cozy depths.

Gradually Erika lowered herself further down, paws braced against her brother's thighs, letting her natural wetness slicken him up as she went - and bouncing and jiggling with the road, muscles tightening, jaw clenching, tail stirring against his belly. After what felt like an eternity the plush softness of her thighs once again pressed down on his own, and she leaned her body back against his.

"There," she managed, voice tight. A little bit tighter than she is, he thought with a smirk, then gasped as the bus went over another bump. "That's better. Isn't it?"

Max groaned again, head thumping back against the seat. "Eri-ka..." She kept her paws in her lap to hold her skirt forward, hiding the two of them from view, but still he felt like he was right here out in the open. What would they do if this stranger got off at the next stop? Would she just slurp up off of him, dribbling the juice of their contact down her bare rump? Or would they sit back, all apologies, and let them go past, and-

"About twenty-five 'til our stop," his sister went on, drawing him back. Her fingers poked and prodded at his thighs, rhythmically tightening and relaxing. He noticed, distantly, that her hips made the same movements, not enough to be seen but certainly enough to be felt. It was innervating, and infuriating. "Think you can - hold on 'til then? Li'l bro?"

He rolled his eyes - "You know I hate when you call me that," - and then gave a somewhat forceful thrust upwards. The intent was to set her off-kilter, but instead he hit both of them: Erika gasped and squeezed around him, muscles tightening, and Max felt the so-familiar base-brain urge to grip her hips and pound up again and again and again. His sheath pushed up against where her full canine spade protruded from her body, supple succulent skin and flesh folded over itself again and again. The last time the two had done this, each of their respective wet, wrinkly bits had mushed and smushed together and sucked in place like a pair of sloppy wet vacuum hoses, and the sound that had spurted out after made both of them throw their heads back with laughter. It was a good thing they had been home alone at the time.

"Nii-chan?" She wiggled her hips again. Max groaned, lifted up off the seat, settled back down, tried to beat back the simmering flame starting to sizzle right there at the root of his sheath. He could feel_her wetness dribbling down his fur, catching in the folds of his bunched-up sheath, tickling across his balls where they rested still in the seat of his pants... when she had fished him out - _my whole-ass dick, through the front of my boxers? Who does that? - she had brought his sheath through the loose fabric as well. Good thing he was wearing jeans today; he could already feel that same moisture start to dampen the material of his underwear. "Seriously, though, if you're - you know, I'd rather you like, fuckin' pull out instead of-"

Once again his paws tightened on her sides, then released again. That might look too suspicious. "I know," he hissed, straining to keep himself back in his seat. "I know." Max had a condom in his wallet, and he'd had it there pretty much since he hit puberty. It just... had never gotten used. In fact, the face of his wallet had started to fade around the shape of the ring, and-

And the bus suddenly jerked again, sending both wild dogs upright, tense yet relaxed sighs hissing between clenched teeth. Max swallowed, reached up, wiped a paw across his forehead, and rested the other across her lap - and then jumped as a paw settled across his shoulder. Heart suddenly in his throat again, dick embarrassingly softening while still inside of his sister, he took in a breath, looked up, to the side... and right into the smiling muzzle of an older otter. Someone's grandma, by the look of it.

"Excuse me," she wheedled, "are you two together?"

Erika had stiffened as well, then seemed to come to a decision. She slid her legs together, centered her paws in her lap in a surprisingly nonchalant move, and swung her head to grin up at the grandma. "Yes, we are. Since high school."

Max swallowed as the otter looked back to him. He gave his best attempt at a smile and leaned forward to bump his head to Erika's shoulder. "Why, yes ma'am. She's my little cutesy-poo."

The grandma rested a paw over her heart. "Isn't that sweet. Brighten my day. Remind me of me and my husband when we were your age. This is my stop, though - have a good day."

"Yeah," Erika called after her, "thank you..." And then amid the bustle of some leaving the bus and some getting on, she leaned back against Max again, probably deliberately squishing her spade down against his sheath. "Cutesy-poo?"

He grimaced. "It was-"

"If you call me that again, I swear to God I'm gonna _cutesy-poo_all the fuck over your dick."

It took him a moment to find the ability to speak. Max sighed, then slowly relaxed. "And here I thought," he murmured back, "you didn't want me to cum too fast..."

"Oh my-" Stunned silence for a moment; then the bus shifted back into motion, breaking the spell. Erika's claws dug into his thighs, though still she remained hilted in his lap. "You're the fucking worst, Max."

"Twenty more minutes." He churned his hips. "Can you take it?"

She remained silent, but after a moment pushed herself back down against him again. Both groaned, shivered, and sighed.