Seduction
#1 of Relation
Seduction
By Kjorteo Kalante
This was it. It was now or never. This was the climax, the pinnacle, the day for which she had been plotting and planning for who knows how long. She had secured his attention, disabled the last phone line, and just for good measure, gave herself one more drying off. Now, the last step was to move quickly to her room and get dressed. She knew she was safe; He was undoubtedly busy in his room, and no one else was home, so she was in no danger of being seen. She hurried, though, because she couldn't afford the one-in-a-million chance of a random fluke move on his part ruining everything. Well, perhaps being caught naked wouldn't have that negative an effect. It may even be beneficial. Still, it was unpredictable. Chaos. She had no room for any wildcards in her plan. She had come this far, and she wasn't about to let anything be less than perfect now.
Ah, her room. Success. She opened her side of the sliding doors that led to their communal closet. Fortunately, she knew he liked his privacy and almost always kept his side sealed, so she was in no danger of stumbling into his room. She hummed a random made-up song to herself as she carefully selected her clothing, just to make her presence that much more obvious. A naked encounter would undoubtedly fluster, if not downright spook him, but some tantalizing should be helpful. Let him think about the fact that she's there, undressed, and that his own closet door is the only thing keeping him from getting a peek. Ah, here we go; a midriff-exposing tee-shirt and some shorts. Boring, but semi-revealing, not blatant, and certainly easier to explain if questioned than a silky, near-transparent gown. Perfect.
She dressed herself, but before leaving the closet, she kneeled to the ground and retrieved a small bin filled with gravel. Stepping inside, she raised and lowered her legs in an alternate rhythm, as though she were trying to crush grapes. Instead of a mess, all it made was a satisfying repeated crunching sound that she knew he could hear. It was a somewhat strange practice, yes, but it was legitimate and necessary; perfectly hairless feet were abnormal enough for a Siberian husky, but hers also happened to lack the typical pads. If she wanted hers to be hard enough to offer protection, she had to regularly condition them with her special gravel bin. Right after taking showers was usually a good time for it, since it helped to complete their drying. Of course, if she knew him well enough, it was a safe assumption that this was gathering his interest as well. There was a reason she kept the bin in the closet instead of anywhere further away from his room.
There, all set. Now, where did she put her list? Ah, there it is, on the stand next to her bed. Most of the precautions had been thoroughly seared into her brain by now, but there was nothing wrong with double-checking. Or triple-checking, or...whatever-checking, as the case may be. This was the best chance she would ever get. She may as well make absolutely sure she had everything in place.
"Sara's guide to seducing Kjorteo," she read silently to herself as she ran through the list one more time. How subtle. With a title like that, "make sure he doesn't find this" should probably have been the first item. Oh, well. Let's see...ah, number one, "consider his temperament." Well, he could be affectionate, but he was typically very shy and nervous. He was incredibly easy to read, though; he was terrible at hiding his secrets. She didn't need the services of a professional psychic to discern what the gawking stares during her "which outfit looks better on me" sessions meant, at the very least. She could also sense his foot fetish from miles away. On top of that, he had no resistance whatsoever to affection and pleasure, and could be melted and subdued almost instantly. However, the semblance of being well-behaved was extremely important to him, even if others could see right through it. The matter of their being siblings raised the stakes dramatically; the lusty side he was so bad at hiding would likely consider the added kinkiness even more reason to crave, but the flimsy shell of trying to be good was undoubtedly terrified of the incest taboo.
The overall end result was that she had exactly one chance at this. It would be easy to start innocently and keep him placid, and progress to the steamy part before he was aware enough of the situation to try to resist...the first time. If anything went wrong or interrupted them tonight, he'd be on to her tricks from then on, and it would be impossible to get started again. She only had one hand to reveal, and catching him off-guard with it was a critical piece of her plan. That's why she had her list; it was absolutely vital that nothing go wrong.
She moved on to the next item, "opportunity." Yes, this was definitely the best chance she would ever have. Their parents were away on a camping trip, and would be for the next two days--they planned to return the day after tomorrow. He had just turned eighteen, and she was about ten months his elder, so baby-sitters hadn't been a part of the picture for years. They were completely alone. It was perfect.
Hmm. "Precaution." In other words, contraception. She knew that what she was about to do would have significant long-term effects on the nature of her relationship with him, but she didn't want that to be one of them. Actually, her plans for tonight did not call for full-blown intercourse...that would hopefully come later. Still, there was never anything wrong with being prepared. Since her scheme specifically depended on not giving him any time to snap out of it, stopping to get him properly equipped would be unrealistic. Fortunately, she had thought far enough ahead to get on a birth-control regimen and allow for enough time for its effects to take hold. She was safe.
The next item simply read "mood." It was important to not force the issue if either were not feeling well. Chances come and go, but if she only had one opportunity to actually execute her plan, then she couldn't afford to waste it when he was feeling grumpy. He seemed fine when last she checked, though, and she was definitely more than up for it.
Ah, "groundwork." In other words, tantalize him to try and get him excited before starting. Oh, yes, she had definitely gone out of her way to secure this step. When she finished with her shower, she had called him in to help brush and smooth the fur on her back. It was a legitimate process, one they did for each other all the time--after all, that area was a pain to reach by one's self. However, the fact remained that she was in the same room as him with nothing but a towel covering her lower parts, her facing away from him the only thing keeping him from seeing her chest. True, her bust was unimpressive, almost flat, but she didn't need to have ridiculous features to catch his attention. Just the fact that he almost saw something should have been enough for him, no matter what that something actually was. And, of course, her antics in the closet couldn't have gone unnoticed, either. No, she definitely had this area covered. Anything more and she would run the risk of being too obvious.
"Make sure he's still pent-up?" She raised a brow at her own list. ...Oh. Oh. Oh. Right. This part was a little embarrassing to consider, but it was still important. Her brother was male. Males generally do not have more than one round of sex in them at a time. All her planning would have been for naught if he had already taken care of himself when she wasn't looking. Fortunately, he was too paranoid to try anything unless she went to sleep, started a movie, or otherwise made it clear that she was not going to be available for an extended period of time. A shower would have been the perfect chance for him, but he seemed distracted with homework at the time. Just to be safe, though, she made sure to take it right when their parents called. As long as she took a quick one--which she did--then he shouldn't have had enough time between getting off the phone and her request to brush her back. After that, she made sure to make enough noise in the closet to keep him alert. Admittedly, there was no way of knowing this one for sure, but she had done everything in her power to prevent him from having the chance, and she was fairly certain she had succeeded.
The next item read "remove distractions and interference." This was essential. Her success depended on preventing him from cooling down and snapping out of the pleasured haze she planned to induce. Even if she had him perfectly subdued, one poorly-timed phone call could abruptly cancel the entire encounter, and she knew she wouldn't get a chance to try again. Before her shower, while he was distracted by the phone call with their parents, she systematically unplugged every phone in the house except the one he was actually using. He had taken the call in the master bedroom and returned to his room when it concluded, giving her the chance to disconnect the last line immediately after her shower. Barring incredibly unusual circumstances, it was too late at night for anyone to knock on the door in person. This was another area in which absolute confirmation was impossible, but she had certainly gone out of her way to ensure that they were as isolated as she could make them.
"Setting and plan." Well, of course. She laid an elaborate net, but it would be pointless if she didn't know what to do once she caught him in it. No, she had this one figured out. She would counter his reluctance by starting with something small and applying the frog-in-boiling-water effect. There were very few ways to be subtle with straightforward seduction, but she had an excellent way to do it if she used his foot fetish against him. Her own room was the ideal setting, due to the solid footboard on her bed. That had frequently come in handy before, when they enjoyed certain more innocent activities. She had every intention of resurrecting the practice now, only with a decidedly more deviant twist.
The final item simply read "relax," which was good advice. The perfect setup with the perfect setting still required her to act smoothly and gracefully, or at least not more nervously than she expected him to be. It was also a subtle cue to act. She had waited patiently for an opportunity this good to present itself. Rechecking her preparations was important, but she could easily pore over her list and her plans long enough for the opportunity to slip away again. No, if everything was more or less set, then she had to go for it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. This was it. Here we go.
"Teo?"
Sides A and B were given, and they were asking for X. Okay, so, start with A over B. That's the...sine? No, cosine. So A divided by B is...he reached for his calculator. Then, if that ratio represents that angle there, then plugging the answer into the overall formula should get the other one, right? He hoped against hope that this would lead to something intelligible. At last, he triumphantly proclaimed his results: A is 14, B is 11, and X is...108.6666 repeating? Damn, that couldn't be right. How in the--
"Teo?"
Oh, thank God. "Yeah?"
"Could you come here for a second?"
He looked back and forth between the worksheet and the closet door. Allow his sister to distract him? Focus on being figuring this problem out? Work? Play? The battle in his mind was vicious, but incredibly brief. "Sure."
He slid open the closet door and walked through to Sara's room, simply because it was easier than using the hallway. "Yes?"
Sara was sitting on her bed. One of her legs folded beneath the other to make the shape of a four, with the foot of the folded leg pointing directly at him. She was leaning forward and holding the other foot in her hands, massaging it.
"I think I overdid it on the gravel, and now my feet are kind of sore. Could you help out? I'll make it worth your while."
Teo raised one brow. "What do you mean by that?"
"Oh, you know. Back scratch, shoulder rub, playing with your hair, that sort of thing. You've always liked that, right? Especially with how tense your shoulders always get." That was not the reward she actually had in mind for him, but being blatant this soon wasn't going to get her anywhere.
"Hmm...we haven't done that in a while," he said, referring to the trading of scratches and massages and such. The thought definitely had its appeal. She was right; his shoulders were almost always sore, especially when under stress, which all that blasted math did a lovely job of inducing.
She could have asked why they ever stopped in that falsely innocent tone she had practically mastered, but she caught herself. She knew exactly why: the most frequent activities they did were mutual foot rubs. They felt nothing short of exquisite, and Teo seemed to love giving them just as much as receiving, making them an easy "everyone wins" activity. The reason it was so enjoyable was a mystery back then, but now that they were both adults, it was easy to deduce that he had a foot fetish. Undoubtedly, those sessions were giving him thoughts and cravings he wasn't comfortable with having, especially considering their being siblings. Lacking the nerve to actually discuss these with her, he had simply weaned himself from the sessions in the hope that they would cease to be an issue.
Sara chose not to confront him with this now, for two reasons. First, it would put too much pressure on him too soon. Having to actually explain something like that to her would render him much too awkward and panicky to continue. Second, willful feigned ignorance opened up a perfect trap she could use. He wanted to avoid the sex issue and pretend it wasn't there? Fine, then she could ask for a foot rub, and he couldn't refuse without having to explain why. As long as he continued to pretend there was nothing between the lines, then she had him cornered.
"Well, come here, then. I'll even go first." An immediate shoulder rub would make it even harder for him to say no, and it would relax him enough to make the next phase of her plan harder to resist.
Teo looked around somewhat nervously, only barely resisting the urge to tug on his own shirt collar. This situation was quickly turning uncomfortable for him. She obviously didn't know that the foot rubs appealed to him in ways that he shouldn't be mentioning. She couldn't have; he certainly didn't tell her. And what would she do if she found out? Here she was, asking for something they always used to do for a perfectly legitimate and innocent reason, and all the sudden, she discovers in the middle of it that she's turning him on? And he's her brother! He could hear the screams and consternation already. Then again, how was he going to get out of this? It would be mean of him to say no, especially since he had no good explanation as to why. He had no convenient excuses, and the truth was definitely not palatable. Besides, if the poor thing hurt her feet on the gravel, then he really should help her with that. And shoulder rubs!, a rogue thought broke out, before he quickly silenced it. Well, maybe he should do it. He'd just have to try his best to keep his composure. "Okay," he said, much too meekly to sound natural--off to a fantastic start already!--before having a seat next to Sara on her bed.
"Good boy." His facing away from her made him unable to see her devilish grin. If his reaction was any indication, then this was going to be easy. The way he squirmed, thought it over, tried to hide something that was all too obvious to her...he must still think she doesn't know! That gave her all the room she needed to get him worked up while maintaining plausible deniability and forcing him to play along. After all, he has no officially stated reason to not go along with this. Fetish? Why, he never told her about that.
She wasted no time in getting started, beginning by taking his long hair in her hands. The primary purpose of this was to get it out of the way for the shoulder rub, but she knew he wouldn't object to at least a little attention there. She ran her fingers through it a few times--at least until she heard him starting to make little pleasant mmms--before finally gathering it and draping it over one of his shoulders, letting it trail down his chest. Once his hair was out of the way, she placed her hands on his shoulders, squeezing in an alternating rhythm.
She smiled to herself as his small vocalizations turned into stifled moans, taking that as encouragement to keep up her efforts. She kneaded along the tops of the shoulders as her thumbs worked along his upper back. Were she a professional masseuse, she would probably know of something else she should be doing in order to actually fix the tension. Medical knowledge aside, though, making it at least feel good was something she could do. She continued this for as long as it took, finally stopping when he started to lean further and further forward, not out of wanting to escape, but simply from starting to melt. She giggled as she released him, giving his lower back a nudge with her foot. "Okay, you. My turn." She had him now. He had to do it, because she had already given him the shoulder rub, and he couldn't walk away without providing his half of the deal.
"Mm? Oh...." He rattled his head, trying to bring himself back to reality. Oh, right. Okay. This should be easy enough. He could do this. He had managed to keep most of his impure thoughts a secret from her so far, after all--she had to still think this was innocent, or else she wouldn't have asked for it, right?--so all he had to do was not give himself away now. "So, um...how do you want to do this?"
"I lean against one side of the bed, you take the other, we face each other. The mutual position, just like we used to do." She grinned, tossing him a spare pillow.
"But...we'd normally only do that if we were massaging each other, simultaneously. You already gave me the shoulder rub, didn't you?"
"What can I say? I'm nice." She took her position before he had a chance to say no, reclining, her back against the headboard of her bed as her legs and feet extended forward.
On second thought, this was not going to be easy. Leave it to her to put him in the least comfortable position she could have possibly...no, she couldn't be doing this on purpose. It was just unfortunate coincidence. It had to be. That's what he gets for not communicating--that's all. Not that it was a particularly comfortable subject to bring up, but...still. Coincidence and bad luck, nothing more. Well, fine. He could still get through this. He wordlessly took his position opposite her, leaning against the bed's footboard and extending his own legs toward her. Her feet rested at his side, waiting for him. Well, he had better get started, lest she think she's repulsing him or something. He certainly wouldn't want to offend her. He took one foot in both hands, holding it up, and softly pressed with his thumbs. Heaven help him. Here we go....
Now it was her turn for the small pleasured vocalizations--ulterior motives or no, that felt very nice. In fact, if anything, his keen interest in feet made him even better at this, willing to devote more lavish attention to the massage. Even the way he worked on one foot at a time betrayed him; he used both hands to give the kind of detailed attention that only someone with a great love for this would consider. He was probably unaware of the possibility of giving himself away like that, though. In fact, the odds were good that not even he knew that he was actually too good at this for it to be innocent.
She started to return the favor, taking one of his feet in her hands, mirroring his gestures. The biggest difference was that she held his foot much closer to her face than how he held hers. She wasn't about to start slobbering over it or anything--too much too soon, and she wasn't sure he was even into that anyway--but he was holding back, and she wanted to raise the bar a little.
He fell for the gesture completely. He looked up and saw how she was doing it, and began to wonder. Okay...this is definitely something he considers sexy. The safest thing to do would have been to not get in this situation in the first place, lest he give himself away. Of course, he had little choice in that regard--here he was, and he had a job to do. So, now he had to get through this without revealing his lust to her. Was there room for enjoying himself while he was at it? Not in the direct physical way, obviously--at least not with her present--but whether she meant to or not, she was flooding him with arousing situations and mental images. Try as he might, he couldn't fight them at that level. He couldn't somehow not find this sexy. He just couldn't. All he could do was make sure she didn't know...and if that was the case, could he stand to play along a little more? Perhaps struggling with this would make him look too awkward. Perhaps trying too hard to hide it would draw attention to the fact that he had something to hide. Or, perhaps his lustier side simply wanted to enjoy this, and was actively making excuses for him. Still, he could tell he was not going to win this battle, and the least he could do was try not to emphasize the battle itself.
Sara grinned as her brother took the cue and pulled her foot closer. Perfect. Seducing him was like moving a heavy object downhill; the more momentum she gained, the easier it was to press even further. She just had to make sure not to go too fast and lose control, lest she spectacularly crash at the hill's base. Still, she did have to move forward; she doubted this massage would last all night, and the last thing she wanted was to give him enough time to declare "done" and leave. She doubted that he would, so long as she kept enticing him, though she had to be careful not to make said enticing obvious enough to scare him. There was a definite balance. She had him so far, though, and she decided it was time to raise the stakes.
"Mmm.... Your fur feels nice. Very soft," she began, carefully plotting her next move.
"My...fur?"
"On your hands. It's not a whole lot, they are fuzzy, you know. Not like mine." She smiled, letting go of his foot just long enough to hold up her one of her rough, hairless hands, illustrating her point. "Since my feet are sore, the soft fur feels nice."
"Ahh."
A brief pause, just long enough for him to get back to work, before she continued. "Teo?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you think I could...I don't know...rub your chest?" This was the most daring move in her entire plan. Sure, she planned to go even further still, but most of her plan involved slowly and gradually turning up the heat before he could notice, and this step was more jarring than anything before or after it. Fortunately, she could explain her own nervousness here as an effect of it simply being a weird question.
"What...you mean, with your foot?" He gave her a strange look, head slightly canted, one ear flattened back.
"Well, like I said, the soft fur feels nice. And your chest is fuzzier than your hands, or at least it doesn't have paw pads. Well, not to my immediate knowledge, anyway." She giggled at the mental image. Fortunately, she was gifted at coming up with such answers while under pressure. Teo would have awkwardly stammered out half of an attempt at an answer before giving up and backpedaling.
"Uh, okay, I guess." It was a little strange, sure, but how could he say no to her? He did want to help, after all, and surely he was the only one who saw the weirdness in it, just because of the thoughts he was trying to keep hidden. He could play along--and it'd probably look more suspicious not to--as long as he kept himself under control. This would make acting casual even harder, but...oh, well. "So, should I get my shirt, or...?"
She grinned, relieved once it was apparent that she had cleared that particular hurdle. "Sure, I suppose that'd make it easier."
Teo kept his one ear flattened out of simple nervousness, but he wanted to do as told, or at the very least, he didn't want to stop and have to explain why he was so nervous. He pulled his shirt up over his head, removing it. Not content to simply drop it at the side of the bed, he took the extra few moments to actually lay it out, fold it, and gently deposit the neatly-prepared article on the ground. Sara couldn't help but giggle as he worked. He was quick about it, so it didn't hinder anything, and it was cute. Once he was done, he returned to his position, reclining against the board. As he generally went without underwear, his shorts were now his only remaining piece of clothing. He tried not to think about that.
He once again took one of Sara's feet in his hands, while she gently planted the other on his chest. He worked on massaging the one as she essentially stroked him with the other, assuming that she would alternate them eventually. He was down to his shorts, was working on one of her feet, and the other was stroking his chest...acting casual was hard enough when mere accidental and subtle titillation was presented, but this was almost a full-fledged sexual act to him. In fact, a great many of his fantasies started like this. Well, not with her, of course, but...well, okay, sometimes he had actual dreams like this involving her, but it's not like he had control over his dreams! Those weren't his fault! At any rate, though, he was starting to get aroused. Fortunately, canine anatomy protected his modesty; his sheath could fill without opening, and it would certainly be uncomfortable, but it wouldn't be visible. Or, at the very least, it would only add a slight and barely noticeable bulge to what was already there in the shorts--certainly nothing she would see, because she'd have to be paying very close attention to that area to detect the change, which he somehow doubted she was doing.
Sara could barely stifle the grin. Perfect. This was all nothing short of perfect. So close...just a little further to go. Teo looked like he was really starting to enjoy himself. It was hard to see what he looked like under the shorts, but she was sure this was starting to get to him. Almost there.... She placed her foot near the top of his chest and slowly dragged it down, ending somewhere near his belly. She then retracted it and placed it near the top again, so as to not rub against the grain of the fur. The next move would be easy. He was enthralled with the foot he was holding, and the stroking only heightened the pleasure for him. Completely under her spell, all she had to do was slowly move her foot lower, each stroke ending just barely lower than the one before it, until she was tracing over his intimate areas. Not the most original trick in the world, but it worked...or at least she hoped it would, though she saw no reason why it wouldn't. Simply getting this far was the hard part. Taking this to a graceful conclusion from here should be easy.
The longer this continued, the more he was moved into a blissful, dreamlike state by it. He held her one foot very close to his head--at what point he pulled it closer, it was hard to recall. She didn't seem to object, though, so he left it there. That might not have been the best idea, as it was so thoroughly turning him on that it became harder and harder to maintain his composure, or even concentrate. Too much more of this and he'd reach the state of incoherent bliss where it would take ten seconds to remember his own name if asked. Definitely not good if he wanted to avoid being caught. It was so nice, though...if this were anyone else, he would have simply given in by now. His own sister, though? He supposed he could live with that idea, but what would she think? He expected to hear her startled, disgusted scream any second now.
He couldn't help it, though. He--wait, is her other foot getting lower? He was sure--or at least fairly sure--that her strokes used to end with the heel touching the rim of his shorts. Now she proceeded until the ball held that position, the heel extending further down to his...oh, dear. No, that...it.... He inhaled, opened his mouth, expecting "Sara?" to emerge, that he may ask her exactly what she was doing. The vocalization never came, though. Instead, he inhaled, emitted some sort of strange half-whimper, and deflated again. Could he not bring himself to speak? She wasn't stopping. He had to speak up now, or...or...well, was it really so bad? His thoughts jumbled, crashed against each other, a powerful all-encompassing whirlpool raging in his head, each attempt at speaking like trying to surface, breathe, keep from drowning. In the end, the whirlpool was simply too powerful, the small side of him that wanted to object captured and sucked under, never to be seen again. By the time the true meaning of her actions finally dawned on him, it was too late. By now, she was blatantly moving her entire foot over his sheath, ending her strokes somewhere at his upper leg, her toes trying to work their way under the end of the shorts and move back up. He was clearly aroused, and she was clearly doing this to arouse him. Who was he appealing to by trying to resist?
This was the part where he woke up, right? He just had to hope that a change of sheets wasn't in order, or that she hadn't heard him moaning "Sara" in his sleep, that's all. This couldn't be real. She wouldn't...would she? It certainly seemed real enough.
Sara could almost feel the tension in the room skyrocket as she continued her efforts. He must have finally caught on. Fortunately, he had given her even more time than she was expecting him to, but she supposed it had to have happened somewhere. The poor thing must be trying to weather a sudden storm of conflicting thoughts--should he do this, what would happen if he succumbed to the desire, what would happen if he didn't, and so on. All she could do for him now was to try to keep him calm. Her gentle stroking did seem to bring him closer to submitting, or at the very least, it seemed to ease his tension somewhat.
"Sara...?" he finally asked, much too late. He was no longer sure what he wanted to ask her, had focused on simply trying to get the vocalization out. He finally succeeded...now what?
"Mm?" She tried to make her voice as low, soothing, comforting as possible, to keep the panic away.
"I..." he trailed off, completely unsure what to say. She gave him another, incredibly well-timed stroke as he tried to think, her foot once again moving over the bulging sheath. That felt so good...that made up his mind. "Do you...um...that is, should I...get my shorts?"
Sara failed to contain the grin this time. Were she more in a mischievous mood, she would have answered something to the effect of "If you'd like," just to keep the pressure on him. That was the exact opposite of what she actually wanted to do to him, though. She needed to comfort him, guide him into this. In the most supportive tone she had, she answered with a simple "Sure."
He nodded, a small degree of fear in his eyes as he looked her over, before getting out from under her feet, moving her legs to the side so he could turn and stand up. Nervousness completely consumed him as his hands moved to the rim of his shorts, though mostly from confusion, not knowing what to think. His more reserved side screamed how wrong this was to him. But...why? Up until this moment, his biggest fear had been Sara finding out his thoughts and reacting poorly to them. It seemed as though she was actually after him this whole time, though, so that was no longer a concern about her reaction. He still felt the urge to hide, but...from who? They were alone. She was into this. He had no reason to hold back, but part of him wanted to do so anyway. A random, nameless dread? He had to admit that he wasn't bothered by thinking of Sara in that way, but he was bothered by the fact that he wasn't bothered. Oh, God, what was wrong with him?
He completely froze, hands on his shorts, his back turned to her. For modesty? He was just going to turn around again after he stripped anyway. Even still, there was some sort of base psychological need for facing away from her. He knew what he had to--wanted to?--do next, but he would hold fast as he tried desperately to work up the nerve. He attempted to employ tricks to goad himself into acting, with little success. He'd drop his shorts on three...ready? One...two...three...four...five...damn it. Okay, plan B. Inhale. Hold breath. Now, he wouldn't exhale until he dropped the shorts. Need air? Well, that's incentive to drop the shorts. So drop...the...shorts.... He gasped. Damn it.
"Teo? Are you okay?" Sara's voice was gentle, reassuring, wanting to help. She had come this far--she couldn't lose him now! On top of that, she hated to see him like this. She hadn't come up with a scheme to seduce him just to congratulate herself on her own cleverness. She really did want him, to please him.
"Little...nervous," was all he could manage for an answer, his breathing slightly strained.
"Shh. It's okay. Take your time." She crawled toward him and reared up from behind, placing her hands on his shoulders again. Rather than the vigorous shoulder massage she had given before, she let her hands roam along his upper back, claws gently tracing through the fur.
"Ooh. Th...thank you," he somehow managed. That felt so nice.... He submitted to her gentle encouragement, allowing her to guide him, like a frightened pup being assured by his mother. Of course, thinking about it like that would have made what he was about to do even weirder...fortunately, he didn't think about it like that. Instead, he took her comfort and guidance to heart and finally managed to act, pulling his shorts down to his legs, now completely nude before her. Pressing on, he pulled them to the ground and stepped out of them, then turned around to return to the bed. Perhaps it was his nervousness, or perhaps some degree of excitement, but either way, the shorts did not receive the same care in folding and such that his shirt had.
He was stunned to see her completely naked as well--half from the view, and half from being caught off-guard by her speed and stealth. When had she done that? She was fully clothed when he got up! There was a pause between that and when she started rubbing him. She must have--wait, Sara is naked! Worry about her timing later; sights like this don't happen every day!
She put a hand to her muzzle and giggled as she looked her brother over. As modest as he was, he wasn't exactly unappealing either. She was paying more attention to his reactions, though, trying to guess what stray thoughts were flying through his mind as he looked at her. "Shall we get back to the same position?" she asked, finally breaking the silence. She resumed reclining against her side of the bed, patting his side with her foot in a "come, sit" gesture.
Teo slowly--mostly due to his own nervousness--crawled back onto the bed, turning over so he could sit down. Sara moved her feet out of the way so that he could approach his side of the bed, reclining, resuming his position. As he adjusted himself and got comfortable--physically, anyway--his eyes suddenly widened as he realized what kind of position this now was. With both of them lying against either side of the bed and facing each other, and with her naked, he had a completely unobstructed view of her intimate areas. Sure, she was far from busty, and her fur did a fairly good job masking the actual nipples and vaginal entrance, but he couldn't deny the effects of her full-frontal nudity. He stared for much longer than he should have before he finally realized that she probably had a similar view of his most private areas, but by then, it was too late; she had already sprung into action.
She could have said something teasing or coy, something like "Like what you see?" If she were starring in a cheesy adult film, she probably would have. She didn't want to put her brother on the spot, though, so after letting him stare, she wordlessly returned her feet to him. She placed one in his awaiting hands to resume the massage. Even if he saw through her claim about being sore, he seemed to simply enjoy doing that, and she was not about to argue. The other stroked his chest a few times, briefly mimicking the gesture she had been doing earlier, but it soon started to drift lower. His breathing became tense and ragged once more as the foot dipped between his legs, the ball starting to rub along the underside of his sheath.
He tried to evaluate his options, though her actions made it somewhat difficult to think clearly. His arousal was climbing by the second. Having one foot so close to him was a turn-on in and of itself, causing the hidden length within the sheath to stir and gradually awaken, while the direct stimulation from the other foot worked to draw it out. At this rate, he couldn't hold out for much longer; he was going to drop, and soon. Should he, though? It was wholly obvious by now that her intentions had been less than pure from the beginning, so there was no longer a reason to keep hiding his thoughts and reactions from her. His timidity not deserting him until the very end, he evaluated his course of action in the same manner one would check and recheck all the precautions before skydiving, but ultimately came to the conclusion that he had no reason not to enjoy this. She was trying to coax his maleness out, and he wanted to release it, so....
Sara let out a soft, barely audible "Ah" as her efforts were rewarded, Teo's sheath slowly giving way as his length emerged. She had always been curious about what he had, what it looked like, what it could do. She craved to sit him down and give him a complete examination, something like an adult version of playing "doctor" to answer every question she had about her brother's anatomy, but for now she would have to settle for seeing it in action at this range. She definitely approved of the basic details as she saw them. She liked the lilac color, the general shape, and as her rubbing caused his erection to swell, she noted the size as well--not obscene, but nothing to be ashamed of. The sort of size she'd want to...well, that would come later, hopefully. For now, his growth meant her foot had more territory to cover in its stroking; she pressed his length against his belly and slowly moved the foot up and down its underside. She was aware that her feet were not soft, so she had to be somewhat gentle so as to not hurt him. She kept a careful eye on his reactions as she worked, ready to ease off if need be. All the signs he gave off pointed to his liking this, though; the heightened breathing, the tensing and arching of his back, the way occasional moans escaped his attempts to mute or stifle them.
His massage started to wane, still holding her foot just as tightly and just as close, but squeezing less. She grinned. This must be getting to him enough to impair his ability to do anything in return. That was fine; her main goal was to break down his barriers and seduce him. She'd have her fun next time, if tonight went well enough. When his grip on her foot started to loosen, she slowly moved it to cover one side of his face, the ball resting over his eye, toes on his forehead, heel near his cheek. He gasped--he had no idea how she knew, since he obviously never told her, but she seemed to have an eerie way of hitting the things that aroused him the most. His reaction was almost instantaneous; his lower body arched upwards in a subconscious humping motion, and she cautiously picked up the pace of the stroking from her other foot in return. "Good boy," she said softly, soothingly. "That's it. Just relax...."
He instantly melted, her voice and the gentle reassurance having as powerful an effect on him as all the physical sensations. As much as he wanted to continue to stare just to soak up the sight of his sister's naked frame, he had to close his eyes just to focus on what he was actually feeling. His muzzle held half-open, he started to pant when his regular breathing failed, the foot on his face filling him with arousal that the foot stroking him was channeling. He squirmed, various parts of him tensing and arching in the futile attempt to relieve the overwhelming pleasure surging through him. He felt himself drawing closer to orgasm, the familiar first signs of his approaching climax making themselves known. He tried to speak, to warn her that he was on the edge, but she had him subdued enough that all he could manage was a slightly more intense-sounding whimper.
Even without his vocal warning, though, she knew what was coming. She knew it when she saw his knot start to inflate, the section of his length near the base bulging and slowly growing more spherical. She might have lacked actual practice, but she had enough experience with browsing for illicit pictures and videos to get a sense of how things worked in general, and she happened to know that the knot inflated shortly before climax. She had also heard that the area behind it is quite sensitive when that happens, and she wanted to test that. As much as he seemed to be enjoying having half of his face covered, she withdrew that foot and brought it lower, until both were at his length. Splaying her toes to make room to grab him, she held the area between the knot and sheath with one foot, the other gripping the rest of the shaft and continuing its up-and-down stroking motion. Between the sensitivity of that and his climax already approaching, he completely failed to stifle the ensuing moan. The only coherent vocalization he managed was a troubled and interrupted attempt to call her name as he threw his head back, a ragged "Sar...aaa!!" escaping him at the same time as the first of the shots of his climax. Once she saw that he was firing, the foot stroking him stopped and pressed down, pressing his length against his belly, where the ensuing streams would shoot directly into his fur. He'd have to clean that area up, sure, but easier that than the bed. The foot below the knot simply held its position, the squeezing of the toes trying to simulate being tied, adding to the sensations as he rode out the climax.
It was only after his orgasm subsided that Teo was finally able to open his eyes again. When he did, he saw some sort of fuzzy blur which eventually became the ceiling, once his wits finally caught up to him. He let out a few more heavy pants before lowering his head again. It was almost impossible for him to believe what had just happened--that he had just been pleasured in such a way by his own sister--but there she was. He closed his eyes, rubbed them with both hands, opened them again...she was still there. And still naked. It was unreal...but it was real. For her part, she just smiled seductively. "Did you like that?"
"I...." of course he did, but words seemed to fail him. He was shy enough to feel awkward about having his fetishes indulged, no matter who it was, but her? Sara? How could he answer that? "I...." Another pant.
"Mmm...glad to hear it." She giggled, then withdrew both her feet, turning and slowly rising off the bed, before suddenly turning more serious. "We have a lot to talk about."
"Like...what?" Not that he was stupid, but being a male, having a powerful climax did tend to take a toll on his wits until he had some time to recover.
"What this means. Maybe it's a casual thing...maybe it's just like why we always used to do the foot rubs in the first place--just a mutual activity to make each other feel good. Maybe we can do that more--and this, as well--now that we've come this far. Or maybe..." it was something more? She let herself trail off, not saying the last half of that thought out loud. "Well, you get yourself cleaned up. I'll be right back; don't worry."
"Where you going?"
"I need to plug the phones back in."
"The...phones?" He canted his head, gears turning. She unplugged the...? "You...put a lot of planning into this, didn't you?"
She just grinned, the largest and most mischievous grin she had all night. "You could say that."