FSE

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Okay so I've decided to write more than just a sequel because ideas started to pop into my head and I now have enough for a few more... so expect more.

I really, really, really tried to make this one at least partially as good as the first so I hope I live up to your expectations.

You can probably guess the next bit...

Warning: The following story contains descriptions of an adult nature. Those under the age of 18 should not read this story, for fear of how it might affect your fragile little mind. Yes, I am patronising you but you know who you are so leave now, I'm not joking. This story contains incest and should more than likely be avoided by people who dislike such things that come under that title. I cannot be held accountable for your actions beyond this point.

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Mark awoke sleepily, his eyes did not want to open and his brain sure as hell didn't want him to wake, so why was he awake? At first he didn't think he was actually conscious, as the room he was in was pitch black. It appeared to him that somebody was covering his eyes as the wash of black slowly descended from his vision, as if a blindfold was being removed. It took him a few minutes for his sleepy eyes to adjust fully to their surroundings. He rubbed at them with the backs of his paws and blinked. This was not his room, even in the dark he could tell that this was not his room. It took his half-asleep mind a while to figure out that his was in the lounge. He did not need to look to guess that he was sleeping on the sofa, 'I mean where else would I sleep in the lounge?' He thought to himself. He then noticed that he was nice and warm, this time he did look down to discover a blanket covering most of his orange furred body. It felt too cosy to even think about moving, so he grabbed the blanket and pulled it up to under his chin.

It was not everyday that he found himself sleeping on the sofa without realising how he got there, in fact this was a first for him. He never was the adventurous type and always considered himself a little bit too sensible for his age. His friends would always try to convince him to do more spontaneous things and quite crazy things that a kid would normally do. Life's for living, they would always say to him but he didn't take any notice. They were his friends no doubt about that, they just find his different attitude to life a little boring. And in many ways that was true. To Mark, waking up on a sofa was as close as he came to waking up with a hangover. Although at thirteen, he wouldn't have experienced a hangover anyway. It made him think for a moment why he would be on the sofa and not his room. 'What was so special about last night that meant I ended up here?'

He was at first startled by movement behind him and he gave a small jerk. He tried to roll off the sofa but found himself restrained by an arm. He felt cool breath blow against his neck making him shudder. He stayed absolutely still as if chained to the spot, his mind had not yet caught up with himself and to Mark, the person behind him could be just about anyone. He did not like this one bit, he was in familiar surroundings but they had been tainted by the darkness. His breathing became shallow and more frequent, his heart pounded from within his chest. His muscles became taut making every part of his body clench. His blood ran ice cold, freezing his veins like an artic blizzard. He seemed to be having a panic attack for no reason, but his brain was still lagging behind his emotions so he had very little in the way of common sense at this moment. If he had been fully conscious then his mind wouldn't have been thinking "Oh my god what the hell is happening!" His anxiety knows know boundaries when it comes to situations outside of his normal routine.

"Mark?" A voice emerged from behind him, making his ears perk up and swivel to listen.

He recognised the sweet harmonic sound of his sister's voice and he immediately relaxed. His muscles were released from their previous tension and he felt himself sink into the sofa. His heart settled back down to its regular beat and his breathing slowed to a normal rate. He felt heat return to his body once more and he was warmed not only by his circulating blood, but also by the gentle cuddle he was receiving.

"Yeah sis?" He answered with an affectionate smile.

"I think I'm in love," she answered with a soft sigh of happiness.

"With who?" He asked playfully, reaching a paw behind himself to grab Hazel's thigh. She did not reply and only nipped at his ear gently, giggling as she did. He rolled over to face her and instantly his nose was pressed up against hers because of the close confines of the sofa. Mark cocked his head left and they joined in a tender kiss. Their tongues danced together as if two leaves under the influence of a gentle autumns breeze. Her lips were warm and clammy, he could feel his own almost stick to hers. It did not matter to either of them that they had morning breath as they were so wrapped up in each others loving embrace. Marks eyes opened to look into her beautiful blue hues, but Hazel was so lost in her passion

clouded mind, her eyes were closed.

They broke away and caught their breath for a moment. They both had never felt so much love and so much passion towards another fur. The feeling of just being close and holding one another was indescribable. Neither of them could remember the day when they didn't have such feeling and neither of them wanted to. Maybe it was wrong to the eyes of the many, but to them there was nothing more right in the world. If fate brought their destinies together... then who could argue.

"What's that cheesy grin for?" Hazel squeaked as Marks paw squeezed her round rump.

"I was just thinking about you and how beautiful you are," he sighed deeply with a contented smile. They connected in another kiss, only this time it was short and followed by a few more of similar length.

"Don't you think it's a little early in the morning for such comments Mark? And besides I'm still kinda tired, you wore me out last night you horny little fox," She smirked with a suppressed giggle. Hazel rolled over to face the back of the couch and closed her eyes. Mark made a sly toothy grin behind her back. He closed the gap between his muzzle and her ear so he was only half an inch away. The mere feel of his breath made Hazels ear twitch frantically.

"Sleep is the last thing on my mind," he whispered seductively into her ear, a trait he picked up rather rapidly from Hazel and was now using against her. A single eyelid opened half way and she looked into his. He licked her ear affectionately making her shiver lightly and a soft almost unheard moan escaped her. Hazel felt something firm sticking into her supple butt cheek making an indentation as it probed her round peach.

"Well... I guess I'm not that tired," she finally smirked and turned back over to meet his awaiting lips. Marks paws drifted to the ties on her nightgown and they were swiftly whipped aside. They continued into the restrictions of Hazel's silken clothing, up and under her t-shirt to find that she hadn't bothered to put a bra back on last night. Hazel made a long lick up the side of Marks muzzle, wetting his short fur. His paws cupped both of Hazels smooth round breasts and rubbed them gently, squeezing from time to time. Hazel let a small moan escape as her eyes closed again and she sank into a world of pleasure. Her paws slithered down his naked white furred stomach and slipped underneath his pants.

It was then that familiar noises emerged from the hallway just outside the door. It was soft footsteps coming down the stairs with a sequence of thumps. They were not actually that loud, but when ones well-being was at stake, it was not something that you would want to over look.

"Shit its mum!" Hazel was both shocked and panicked. They both froze, they stayed completely still with their paws still lost inside the others clothing.

"How can you tell?" Mark asked in a wheezy voice.

"Who else would it be this early in the morning," Hazel replied. When the sound became clearer and the prospect of them being caught groping one another became all too real. Thankfully, they had the blanket to cover them, but it never hurt to be too careful. Mark shot his paws to his sides and quickly rolled back over facing away from Hazel, who removed her paw from his pants. They both slammed their eyes shut and pretended to be asleep.

At that moment, the handle to the door of the lounge turned and the door began to open quietly. Mark felt himself tense up and he felt Hazel do the same. He prayed inside his head, pleading with nobody in particular. He could almost sense the pair of eyes staring at them, like the person who owned them knew what had happened. The temptation to open an eye and peek towards the door was just about unbearable. Thankfully, the door made a subtle snap back into its previously closed position. Mark let out a long exhale releasing the breath he only just realised he had been holding. He heard muffled giggling coming from his back fur and he couldn't help but join in.

"That was too close little bro," Hazel's head appeared from behind him with a naughty smile.

"Is it wrong to find that so much of a turn on?" Mark asked with a genuine questioning look.

"I don't know, is it wrong to yiff with your sister?" She countered his question and made a wide devious grin.

"Touché," he replied with a wink. He felt behind himself and took Hazels wonderfully bushy tail into both paws. He stroked up it trying to make it stay straight, but as soon as his paws left, it returned to its fluffy arrangement. Hazel kissed him on the neck and stretched her arms around to his front giving him a hug. She felt the large bump in his pants that symbolised he still had a raging hard on and that he was ready for some action. She sighed into his neck and her paws left his body altogether. Mark made a puzzled murr as he looked back at her.

"I'm sorry Mark, we can't do this with mum only in the next room," She sighed again with a deep look of sadness. There was nothing more she wanted than to satisfy the one she loved... but doing that was somewhat of a taboo subject and one that people just wouldn't understand. Coupled with the fact that somebody could very easily walk in on them at any moment, made her abject. Even though she was snuggled up in a blanket and as close as she could possibly get to Mark... she felt somehow cold as if lost in a deep sea of emotions.

Mark gave in as he watched his sister slide off the edge of the sofa and get to her feet. She padded out the door and went immediately into the kitchen. Mark could hear them two chatting about something but he couldn't really make actual words out. He couldn't be bothered to wake up and just sprawled out across the rest of the sofa. He made a wide yawn and pulled the blanket up to his chin, not wishing to lose any more warmth after the departure of Hazel. He smiled to himself, although he didn't really know why. He was happy, he hadn't been this happy for a long time. It was like he had finally found the missing side to himself, his other half as it were.

He sniffed the air, apart from the smell of the leftover fluids from last night; he could smell something very distinct. His brain didn't even need to be in second gear to register that wonderful smell in the morning. Bacon. The glorious scent of sizzling bacon wafted its way enticingly through any crevice it could to reach Marks sensitive nose. He could taste the heavenly sent in the air and he mouth began to water to overflow point. That was about the only thing that could get him to move on a Sunday morning. The only other thing that could get him up was setting his alarm and placing it across the room so he actually has to physically get up to turn it off.

Just like in the cartoons, he lifted off the sofa and nearly floated his was to the door. The blanket followed him for a few feet before slipping off and pooling on the floor. He hit the door hard, but not with his head. He looked down to see that he was still pitching a tent. He blushed and laughed at the thought of walking into the kitchen with a flagpole sticking out of his pants. If nobody apart from Hazel were around, he would (now) not feel so embarrassed about it. He strolled around the lounge for a while, just trying to think of things to calm himself down. His erection eventually subsided and he was finally able to follow his nose into the kitchen.

He wasn't really bothered about his lack of clothing, being that he was only wearing his boxers. What did bother him was the sinking feeling that suddenly manifested itself in his gut. He felt as if his mother knew, he felt somehow he was just going to blurt it out in front of her. He came over all hot and flustered, as if he'd just been running a marathon. He could physically feel the incarnation of worry, rising up his body. Regret replaced any thought that he had; up until now he had been on top of the world. He didn't want to feel regret because he knew he had nothing to regret... or did he?

Mark swallowed hard trying to subdue the heavy feeling in his stomach.

He opened the door to the kitchen and strolled in casually, as if trying to hide something. Well he was trying to hide something, but it wasn't really necessary for him to do so. In fact, the more innocent he tried to look, the guiltier he looked. His attention drifted to the aroma of the bacon and the sound of it sizzling in the pan. His mum, Liz, had not yet noticed him come in yet. Mark thought to himself, 'Where's Hazel? I'm sure she came in the kitchen.' Being quite a paranoid and at this moment, a very nervous fox, his crazy little mind went a mile a minute thinking up worse and worse situations that could come to pass. He stared blankly with wide eyes at nothing in particular with a look of puzzlement on his face.

"Mark? Are you okay?" A voice seemed to come out of nowhere. He snapped out of his head and looked quickly from side to side. He came face to face with his mother who was giving him a questioning look.

"Uh um... what... me? Oh yeah I'm fine," he stuttered as he forced a smile. Liz's expression didn't change much, if anything it became more inquiring. Liz pondered to herself for a moment, she tried to interpret her 'mothers intuition.' There was something wrong with him, that much she knew and didn't need a sixth sense to figure out, but she couldn't quite pinpoint the problem. With her look alone she was placing an extraordinary amount of pressure on Mark, it was like she was interrogating him, trying to force an answer from him.

"Mum, the bacon," Mark said, pointing over at the pan on the stove. Liz turned to look at the frying pan that was now more a blaze than anything else.

"Oh fu- I mean... fudge," she stopped herself and nearly ran over to the cooker. Liz was not one to use swear words and a rather swift telling off would follow if one was uttered in her presence.

Mark let out another long exhale of relief. He went back inside his head for a minute. 'My mum, the most responsible women on earth!' He made a soundless chuckle to himself as he watched her put out the flames licking the air.

"Don't worry mum, I don't mind it really well done," he sniggered out loud.

"Watch it you or you'll be getting flame grilled eggs as well," she turned around to face him and pointed a spatula at him rather menacingly. Mark made a zipping motion over his lips to symbolise no more wise cracking. Liz was obviously only having some fun. She would never turn eggs into unrecognisable black crackers... not on purpose anyway.

This minor distraction served well to draw his thoughts off the subject of Hazel. His mind was kept on amber alert for a while until the sight of a full plate of bacon and eggs marched over to the table. He licked his lips in luscious anticipation and took a seat with the breakfast in front of him. He picked up the two shining implements of pork torture and skewered himself a greedy mouthful of bacon.

Later that day, Mark had just finished lunch and was in his room doing the usual. Battling the bloodthirsty and somewhat maniacal forces of evil on his game station. As if he had become the character he was controlling, he dodged side to side on his bed whenever something threatening was coming his way. His ears flicked in time with explosions and he would cringe each time he got hit by a projectile. His eyes stayed fixated upon the imaginary world, never moving from the screen.

Although he generally became so wrapped up in his gaming that voices and such became white noise, he could hear something coming from downstairs. He had to force himself to pause his game and damned himself for having such a curious little mind. His ears shot up into the air; they swivelled to better position themselves, allowing for maximum hearing ability. He could not make out exactly what these sound were he was hearing, not often hearing them in this house. His natural curiosity pushed him forward and told him to 'go out side your room and have a listen,' but his common sense was telling him to 'stay put and just stay out of it altogether.' Being a fox, what part of himself do you think he was going to listen to?

As soon as he opened his door, the noises became clearer and actual words could be understood. Well the more harsh words like "fucking" anyway. He poked his head out the door and around the frame to look down the landing towards the stairs. He saw Hazel; she was sat up against the wall next to the stairs, but in such a position that the others downstairs couldn't see her. He looked at her in puzzlement and ignored the very loud shouting for a moment. Hazel seemed upset; she wasn't smiling which was unusual for her for a start. She seemed almost in tears and as if absolutely anything could set her off.

Marks crazy paranoid brain started to concoct yet more insane paranoid delusions. It made the connection between Hazel upset and parent's downstairs shouting. 'Holy shit, holy shit, she fucking told them! How could she do this! What the hell was she thinking! Has she lost her mind!?' He felt as if he went bright red with both absolute terror and embarrassment. His heart was not used to this much work as it shot out of his chest like a cannon ball. He tried to get to grips with the reality of the situation and tried to think up good excuses to how it happened. He couldn't think of any... there was no good explanation... it just kind of happened.

He prepared himself for the worst and gulped a concrete lump of saliva. Mark tiptoed his way over to Hazel, he didn't wish to startle her but also did not wish to announce his presence too readily. When he got within three feet of her, she looked up with tears forming in her eyes, making them glisten and sparkle like stars. Now that he was basically at the top of the stairs, he could hear the shouting match going on downstairs. He paid it no mind and focused on his disheartened sister. He slid down the wall next to her and parked his bum at her side. She was again staring into her paws making a vain attempt not to burst into tears. He looked at her for a while; she stayed in that same position. He plucked up all his courage to ask her the obvious and prayed that it wasn't about what he was thinking.

"Hazel, what's wrong?" He asked sombrely. She made a small sniffling sound, preparing herself to speak.

"Mum and dad are fighting," she murmured. Mark thought about saying, 'Well that bleeding obvious' but restrained himself.

"I know, I can't even remember the last time they had a fight like this," he said, trying to make something good out of the situation. It just seemed to make things worse and Hazel really did start to cry now. She buried her head in her arms and all Mark could hear, apart from shouting, was muffled sounds emerging from Hazel's arms. Her ears were completely flattened against her head and she was cuddling her tail in her folded arms. He nuzzled her neck a little trying to comfort her. He hated to see someone he loved (or even just anyone he liked, cry. It took every ounce of resilience he had in his body not to cry as well. She calmed down a few minutes later, just getting the tears out of her system. She looked back up again. Her eyes were noticeably red and tears were still falling. She made a last few whimpers as she wiped at her eyes with the backs of her paws. She prepared herself to speak, sniffling a few more times before she did.

"You were only eight the last time they had a blazing row like this... It was about virtually the same thing as well," she sobbed, wiping away another trickling tear. Mark made a silent exhale as he once again released pent up tension. 'It's not about me! Thank you good lord above!' He thought to himself, almost kissing the sky. But that brought about a new problem, if it wasn't him then what was the argument about?

"So what set them off?" He asked. Hazel took a deep breath inwards as she tilted her head back against the wall. She closed her eyes trying to recompose herself. When she opened them again, she angled her head so she was looking directly into his eyes.

"Charlie is coming home," she said with no particular emotion shining through the multiply ones she was feeling.

Mark blinked at first, he was shocked but in a good way. It didn't register straight away; something like that just didn't happen and was the last thing he expected. But if there was something he was getting used to, it was dealing with the unexpected.

Charlie was their much older brother. From what Mark remembered about Charlie from his childhood, was that he was a wonderful older brother, compassionate, playful, fun loving, but also a bit of a rebel at times. Mark was only eight when he last saw him, Hazel was eleven and Charlie was sixteen.

Charlie's story was a mystery to Mark. He was thrown out of the family when he was sixteen, Mark never knew why. It was a very hard thing for an eight year old to come to terms with, losing all contact with his brother. When he asked why he wasn't going to see Charlie again, his father, Derek, shouted at him. I mean he really shouted at him, he was enraged beyond belief. It was not usual for Derek to get so angry but the whole incident just made him snap and he took it out on the wrong person. Mark saw a side of his father he never knew existed and really didn't like. Needless to say Mark was terrified and ran off bawling his eyes out. Luckily he had Hazel to comfort him. Both Charlie and Hazel were always there for him, but it seems that wasn't going to be the case from now on. Mark still doesn't know to this day why Charlie was thrown out of his home and family, it remained a mystery.

Charlie was a fox like the rest of the family of course, but what set him apart from the rest of them was his fur colour. Tracking back generations of their fur bloodline, it seemed that every male fur in the family was a red fox or at least had red fur. Charlie was different as he had blue fur, not very exciting but as you can imagine it caused a bit of a stir. It was quite unknown where his blue fox origin was from or even who it was from. The one sure-fire thing was that he had the same birth parents as Hazel and Mark and neither parents had secret liaisons.

The fondest memory he had of Charlie was the time when all three of them were having a water fight in the middle of a very hot summer. It was the youngest versus the oldest, so in other words it was Charlie versus both Hazel and Mark. Charlie was a true to life Rambo; he was shirtless and only wearing a pair of green camouflage shorts. He had water bombs strapped to a belt around his waist and a rather sizable water gun. Mark could quite accurately remember what his older brother looked like. He was quite strong for his stature as he wasn't tall, yet neither was he short. His hair was brown like Marks and wasn't exactly long but was always in a mess, the good kind of messy hair though. If fur allowed the showing of muscular development then quite well built abs would have been visible. He was good at sports and average in academic matters, not exactly a genius but not a dunce either.

Hazel and Mark were slightly less armed but they had the advantage of there being two of them. They padded carefully up the street not to far from their house. They had absolutely no clue as to the position of their older brother. What frightened them the most was his mischievous nature that told them they would receive no mercy if found first. They crept as quietly as they could over the gravel pathway, it was difficult however to stop the ground beneath their feet from crunching loudly.

Suddenly, two multi coloured balloons came flying towards them, one hit the ground causing splash damage to both Hazel and Mark, the second hitting Mark square on the shoulder. Panic from being covered in water caused Mark to close his eyes and fire his water gun in random directions. The blurred figure of Charlie came leaping out from a nearby bush, spraying powerful jets of water at them both. Hazel was blinded by the stream and covered her eyes with her paws. In the mixture of laughing and shouting, gargled words were exchanged.

Mark got his bearings on where he was and what was happening and managed to get a few shots off at Charlie as he ran circles around them. Hazel too got her eyesight back and was able to target him. The battle raged on for a while soaking each participant to the skin. By the time they all finally ran out of water they were on a small grassy field, still not too far from home. Charlie uncharacteristically slipped on the wet grass and fell onto the spongy ground on his side. This caused the left over water bombs he had on his belt to explode in a violent torrent of water splashes.

Hazel and Mark both had looks of concern on their faces as they saw Charlie clutching his side in agony. He was unharmed because of the soggy grass and started to laugh at them. Realising they had been played for fools they started to laugh as well, then both pounced on their floored brother. They continued to laugh as they wrestled their older brother in the sodden muddy ground. By the time they were finished they were all brown foxes as they were covered head to toe in thick mud. Needless to say, Liz was not a happy vixen when she saw the three of them in that state.

Mark started smiling at the memory of happy times. It soon disappeared when he looked over at Hazel who was holding her tail and chewing on the white tip. What really confused Mark was why Hazel was so upset about Charlie coming back, but he was brought out of his head by the shouting downstairs. It must have been mum and dad shouting that was upsetting her, which made more sense. Despite already reaching a probable conclusion in his head, he still wanted to hear what Hazel had to say. He tried to be optimistic and enthusiastic, even though that's how he actually felt because he loved his older brother, it was the fact that this was causing Hazel distress that was making him displeased.

"Well that's brilliant!" He chirped with a smile, hoping that it would cheer her up a little.

"It's not brilliant Mark, it's not great, it's not even good..." she said sternly with an angered look on her face. Mark was unsure what to say next and was unsure if her anger was directed specifically towards him.

"Why isn't that great? From what I can remember he was a fantastic brother."

"Don't get me wrong little bro, he was a fantastic brother the best you could hope for, except you of course, it's just..." She cut herself off in mid sentence. Mark looked at her curiously, it wasn't like Hazel to be negative like this, and it was frankly starting to scare him a little bit.

"I've done it again! It wasn't supposed to happen again!" She wailed loudly, catching Mark totally off guard and making him jump violently. Hazel cried hard into her paws

"What? What are you talking about?" Mark asked, his voice trembling. This was really getting to him, he was not used to dealing with such highly emotional problems. He wanted to heal Hazels pain and make her better, but he wasn't sure how. He wasn't sure if he should leave her alone, ask her to talk about it or just give her a shoulder to cry on. For the time being he did nothing, his brain had frozen completely and practically all other functions apart from breathing were non-functional.

"Just promise me that you will never say anything to mum, dad, Charlie, anyone... this needs to be our secret okay? You have to promise me Mark... please..." she whined pathetically, she was basically pleading to him submissively.

Mark wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulder and she leant over, pressing her body up against his. Her head rested on his shoulder as she continued to sniffle loudly. A few droplets fell to Marks shoulder making it gleam in the sunlit hallway. Mark caressed her arm and held her paw in his, rubbing at her fingers. She nuzzled into his neck, feeling his soft fur and comforting warmth.

"Of course... you are my everything... you know I love you and you know I would never see you hurt," he whispered calmly, stroking her head fur. For the first time in a long time, Hazel let a smile creep across her muzzle. She titled her head upwards and they kissed.

"I don't care if it's only for a month, I am not having that boy back inside this house, not after what he did!" Derek bellowed at Liz. They were both downstairs in the hallway face to face with one another. Liz growled at him defensively not wanting to appear weak when deep down inside she was scared witless.

"He is your son Derek! He is my son! You cannot deny me the right to-"

"He is not my son! He forfeited that right a long time ago!" He cut her off mid sentence.

"How can you say that? You loved Charlie as much as me! For Christ's sake it's been five years Derek! Think about Mark, he hasn't seen his brother in five years, how would you feel if somebody said you couldn't see your brother when you were Marks age... tell me honestly that wouldn't hurt you..." tears formed in her eyes, it was difficult for her to hide her true feelings any longer.

"Don't go dragging Mark into this Liz, I am protecting him from... he wouldn't understand..." he trailed off.

"Protecting him?! What part of this is protecting him?! You're just protecting yourself! You won't have anyone left to hate if you can't learn to forgive!" She barked at him angrily.

Derek's eyes were a flame with rage, his very blood boiled out of his veins. He was in a frenzy of hatred but there was something else concealed behind it, as if his hatred was only a mask... it was fear. In a fit of fury he swung a closed paw at Liz... it was only his love for her that stopped him from allowing it to collide with her muzzle. Liz stood motionless in both shock and fright. Her mouth was open a little and her expression was of pure disgust. It took all her strength not to throw up, but she could not hold back more tears. They ran down the sides of her muzzle turning her fur a slightly darker orange colour. Her fur became matted and tangled as the tears continued to flow.

Derek looked on in shock himself, he recoiled his arm and stared into the watery eyes of his wife. He let his anger get the best of him and it was all because he couldn't forgive and forget. He wouldn't see one of his own harmed, not again, not over this same matter. The sweet look on his wife's face was enough to bring him back to his senses.

"I-I'm so sorry love... this is just too much... of course he can stay... I'll take the hit for you," he said sombrely. He was truly sincere, he loves his wife with all his heart. Like any normal fur or human being he can have his lapses. On the outside he can appear to be a hard almost cold creature, but deep down he was really quite soft.

He extended his arms and wrapped them around her. She returned the warming embrace as they placed their heads over the others shoulder. They nuzzled and murred gently together, reaffirming the special bond they shared.

"Thank you," Liz whispered into his ear.

"I'll tell you what, we'll go out tonight yeah, just you and me, no business associates, no kids, just you and me how, like it used to be in the old days, how does that sound?" He smiled warmly.

"Really? No business, no children, no nothing?" Liz lit up, her eyes sparkled, her ears were upright and her tail wagged excitedly like a little kits. Derek smiled and laughed a little at the almost teenage reaction of Liz.

"Of course, we deserve a special night together," he smirked cheerfully. They kissed each other tenderly, cuddling the other affectionately.

"I think they've stopped fighting sis," Mark muffled into Hazels shoulder. She raised her head out of their huddled position.

"Maybe dads just stopped to reload," she commented, not particularly caring anymore. Her thoughts were elsewhere, her mind was far from her physical being.

"Shall I have a look?" He asked, taking a moment to move into the path of her gaze. She looked back at him and shrugged.

Mark clambered over his sister so he could reach the corner of the wall they were pressed up against. He peeked around the corner, only enough so his muzzle and eyes were showing from the other side of the wall. He looked down the stairs were he knew his parents to be. He was glad to see that they had stopped fighting, but wasn't so glad to see them kissing. He made an abhorred expression and slipped back behind the wall. He climbed back over Hazel into his original position by her side.

"Yep, I think they've stopped now," he still had the vision in his head of his parents tongue kissing. Every time he closed his eyes the image only became stronger. Hazel noticed his distant staring.

"What's the matter, I thought I was the one who's sad here," she enquired.

"Huh... oh nothing... don't worry about it... I'm fine... really," he tried to fob her off, but he wasn't fooling anyone.

"They were kissing weren't they," Hazel stated with a slight held back giggle to her voice.

"Yeah," he answered simply, his ears and cheeks blushed a little.

"Awwwww, I think it's cute that it still embarrasses you," she smirked evilly and giggled a little. Mark was glad to see Hazel a little bit happier, even if it was at his own expense. He found himself blushing a deeper red at being treated like a kit.

"I-I'm not embarrassed, I guess I'm just... uncomfortable," he stuttered and stumbled, trying desperately not to sound like an adolescent. Hazel only continued to grin and if anything her light giggles increased in both volume and frequency.

She licked his cheek gently and Mark shuddered at the feel of a rough tongue over his fur. He felt a paw rub up his back and reach his small tuft of brown head fur. She scratched behind his ears, making him murr loudly. Hazel smiled at her little brother and he smiled back. Mark noticed the enticing scent of Hazel's arousal and breathed it in. It lit a fire in his lust and sent pleasurable good vibes up his spine and into his brain. He wanted so desperately to just take her now and he knew Hazel was thinking the same. They combined in a series of small kisses, wrapping their arms around the other and bringing each other closer into the huddle.

There was a thumping coming up the stairs, signalling the approach of one of the parental figures. Both Hazel and Mark scrambled frantically to their feet. Mark speed as quietly as he could back down the corridor into his room, while Hazel scampered into the adjacent bathroom. Liz was now at the top of the stairs, but she heard the commotion before hand. She knew that Hazel and Mark had been listening; I mean what self-respecting children wouldn't eavesdrop on an argument. She smiled to herself, she also knew that they had probably already heard that Charlie was coming home, but she didn't want to make it appear that she knew they were there. Her actions next may have been different if she knew the details of her children's interaction whilst listening in on them. She approached the bathroom door and knocked on it.

"Hazel, are you in the bathroom?" She asked rather loudly.

"Yes mum, I'll be out in a minute," she replied, pretending that she was in there for a reason.

"Well could you join me in Marks room when you're finished please?" She said politely.

"Okay," Liz received a polite answer from the door. She smiled again and headed towards Marks bedroom where she expected him to be. If he wasn't in his room then the only other place he would be is down stairs in the lounge watching the television, but of course she knew he wasn't. His door was open so she presumed she was granted access and walked right on in. He was sat at the foot of his bed with a controller in his paws, staring enthusiastically at the screen. It was a classic scene for Liz to find her son in. She knocked on his door to announce her being there. Mark looked over at the door momentarily, then back to the screen.

"Hey mum, what's up?" He posed a very vague question.

"I can guess already that you heard us fighting down stairs, so I think we'll skip the part where I fumble around for an excuse to why we were arguing and just come clean," she sighed moving towards Mark on his bed.

"What ever floats your boat," he chirped, pausing his game at her obvious need of his attention. Liz sat next to him as Mark swivelled around to face the same direction she was. Hazel entered the room with that usual smile of hers and humming the same tune she liked to hum. Liz ushered Hazel with a paw to come and sit next to her on the bed. It was a little odd to have a meeting in this manner, as a matter of fact it was pretty odd to have a meeting at all.

"As I was just telling Mark, you probably already heard of shouting down there earlier and I guess you're wondering what all the fuss was about." Liz stated clearing her throat ready to explain. "Well it was one of those good news bad news incidents really, so I'll give you the good news first. Mark, Hazel... your big brother Charlie will be coming home to stay with us for a while," she finally spat it out and waited for Marks reaction.

Even though he already knew the exciting news previously, it didn't stop him from being genuinely happy and excited all over again. He let out a little squeal of enthusiasm and bounced up and down on his bed. He tail drummed against his sheets and a broad smile swept over his face. It didn't matter to him that he looked like an 8 year old because that is how he felt at this moment, which was the only age he could remember being when he was with Charlie last.

Hazel on the other hand was not as enthusiastic. She placed her head on her paws, supporting them with her knees. She had a glum look on her face and she breathed an audible sigh of discontent. Mark saw how Hazel was taking it and remembered back to how she had taken it before now. He calmed down a little, not wishing to upset Hazel further with his childish excitement. Anyway, he's thoughts were brought back under control by the earlier mention of 'bad news.' He looked at Liz with questioning eyes. She looked back and instantly knew what he wanted to know.

"So the bad news. Your father is non to pleased with the whole situation... he and Charlie never really got along very well together," she sighed, she seemed distant some how, she stared at the wall in front of her as if lost inside of her own thoughts. Marks ear twitched, his expression became just a little bit more confused.

"So why exactly is dad so angry?" He felt compelled to ask wanting to uncover the secret behind Charlie's sudden removal from the family. Liz knew that being thirteen Mark was going to ask these questions sooner or later. She had prepared herself many times to tell him the truth, but put it off each time she came close. She told herself she was protecting Mark, when deep down she knew it was just hurting him. It brought about a dilemma in her heart, a choice between two evils, a battle between truth and dishonesty.

"There was some unpleasantness a few years ago and they got into a bit of a fight, it was..." she cut herself off, her mind pulled her back. She was ashamed of herself... she just couldn't bring herself to do it.

"But that still doesn't explain why you two were having a go at each other, I mean what's the big deal, what exactly did he do wrong?" Mark asked getting a little annoyed and fed up of being left in the dark.

Liz looked over at Hazel whose head had nearly sunk into her knees. Her ears were flat to her head and she was cuddling her tail closely. Her tail tip had noticeably been chewed on, as it shimmered in the sunlight. Her eyes were still, fixated on nothingness. Liz turned her head back to look at Mark; he was still staring at her.

"It's kind of hard to explain why... it's like if um uh..." again she halted her efforts to clarify the situation.

"I thought we were going to skip the fumbling," he grinned at his own cheeky comment. She couldn't help but smile back at him. That was the reason she couldn't tell him, his innocence, his love and kindness. Her heart broke to look at him, she had to hold back her tears.

"Mark do you think you could let mummy and Hazel talk alone please," she asked sweetly. He nodded, acceptant of his mother request. He slipped off of his bed making it spring up and down with some weight being removed. He padded to his door and clutched onto it with a paw. He turned back to look at his mum and Hazel, who was still looking pretty sorry for herself. Liz gave a small nod, signalling for Mark to leave and close the door behind himself.

Mark wasn't about to leave the immediate vicinity of his door lest he was needed. He placed a foot paw on the wall next to his door and rested his back against it. His tail swished idly and his ears flicked every so often as if swatting at an invisible fly. He went inside his head and the obvious thoughts started popping into his head. 'What can they be talking about in there? Since when is Hazel this unhappy? Why won't anybody tell me about Charlie? I hope they're not talking about me.'

He had a lot going on in his life at the moment and it was all starting to get to him. He had to deal with the emotions of love for Hazel, fear of being discovered and now this whole thing with Charlie. It was too much for a normal thirteen year old to handle, yet he seemed to be dealing with it pretty well. He couldn't say that he kept clarity of thought or a pure mind, but everything seemed to be in a perfect balance. Whenever he felt alone, he had memories and whenever he needed someone, he had Hazel.

A foot paw tapped lightly on the ground as Marks patience was wearing a little thin. He hadn't heard so much as a word said in the last ten minutes he had been waiting. It wasn't like he wanted to eavesdrop on their conversation, he was just a little concerned and anything important was being said then he felt he should know about it as well. His legs became tired of standing, so he decided to sit. He slid gracefully down the wall until his soft rump collided gently with the carpet. He tilted his head back so it came to rest upon the cold wall.

Just as he was getting settled, the door to his room opened. He watched as Liz exited his room and gave him a smile as she walked past. He continued to watch her as she went down the stairs at the end of the hallway. He took note that Hazel had not yet departed his room. He clambered his way to his feet and dusted off his clothes, especially his bottom. He smiled a bit at the thought that that part of the floor hadn't been vacuumed lately. He approached his door cautiously, not knowing what he would find in his room, a sad Hazel or a moderately content Hazel.

He padded on into the room. It seemed somehow cold in there, like a ghostly presence was haunting his very soul. He made a lifeless shiver sending his fur on end. Hazel was curled up in a ball on his bed with her tail held close to her chest and her ears had camouflaged themselves into her head fur. He closed the door behind himself, it made a soft little click as he pulled it shut. He didn't want to creep up to her, just in case she hadn't noticed him. Then again, he didn't want to disturb her in her moment of solitude. He battled it out in his head for a while, until the side saying, 'go to her,' won over its rival. He didn't so much as creep as he did tread lightly, making sure not to make any unnecessary loud noises. He came within arms length of the small fluff ball on his bed that was his sister. He stretched out an arm to place a paw on her shoulder. Hazel flinched and tightened slightly from the unexpected touch. When Mark stroked her back soothingly she released the tension and her muscles relaxed back into place.

"Go away," she sniffled and mumbled through her fur-covered mouth. It was barely audible to Mark, but he knew what she was saying anyway. Mark couldn't help but think back to yesterday night. It was like complete role reversal, she was on the bed upset and he was the one trying to calm her down. He remembered how she helped him out back then and he was determined to do her the same favour. Not because he felt he had to, but because he loved her and couldn't stand by and watch her cry.

"Hazel..." words escaped him, he wasn't all that good at this. There were a few more mumbles from the tight fuzz ball, these ones he couldn't hear. Really stuck for words he decided to convey his affection by actions. He went down to the end of his bad and crawled all the way up the covers, until he reached Hazel. He wrapped his arms around her and snuggled up as close as he could to her. He felt her shift around under his arms. She wasn't trying to get rid of him but just wanted to be closer to him. She needed his closeness, his warmth and his softness. He eased her troubled heart and soothed her very being.

Mark hadn't a clue what was said in his absence, but at this moment in time he didn't much care. Hazel was the one he should be focusing on, she was the one that needed him now... perhaps more than ever. He heard Hazels staggered and irregular sniffles come to a steady stop. He hugged her tighter against his body and she responded by murring pleasantly. Hazel moved her head so she could bury it underneath Marks neck. It felt good to know that he was helping and yet... he didn't much feel like smiling. They were both soon fast asleep, today's emotional trials had been too much for them to handle.

Mark awoke with a long whine of displeasure. He stretched and yawned widely finding the erg to curl back up and sleep again to be very tempting at this time. He could only bear to open one eye to face the brightness of the surrounding world. He cringed as the evening sun pierced through the window and shone directly into his pupil. The other eye went the way of the first and it too opened. He felt surprisingly cold, as if he was missing something.

He rolled over to face Hazel. She was gone, 'she's good at that,' he couldn't help but chuckle at that thought. He patted the space where Hazel used to be, just wishing she were there to cuddle. He could still smell her scent quite strongly on his clothes and on the bed sheets. It mustn't have been long since she got up. He breathed a small sigh, not trying to portray any particular mood. He cocked his head on a funny angle to read the time on his clock displayed in green digits. There was still a fair few hours of Sunday left, being that it had only just gone past 7 O'clock.

He sat up in bed and gave another big stretch waking his tired muscles. He looked out the window and stared for a while. It had been a long, long time since he had last just sat peacefully and watched a sun set. Its elegant beauty as the burning fiery orb in the sky bathed the land below in a majestic sea of orange. He smiled at the sight of the simply exquisite natural wonder. The sphere of light would soon begin to make its final descent behind the earth's horizon, only to be replaced by its counterpart, glowing white in as much splendour as the fireball that preceded it. It was like they were caught in a never-ending race, a race that meant neither of them could be together, a race that sealed their fates to travel the friendless path of space for eons to come, alone.

He rolled off his bed and landed feet first with a soft bump. He un-creased his clothes with his paws as best he could then fluffed up his tail. He strolled out of his room onto the landing and heard a familiar sound. It was a quite hum, a hum he had heard many times before. Mark grinned and approached the source of the noise, making sure to be as quiet as possible. He peeped around the corner into Hazel's room and saw her. She was sat at her desk facing away from the door. She was humming her happy little tune as she worked on what must have been some homework. Mark simply couldn't get over the infallible kindness of her being, the way she can move on and see things in a new light was admirable. That was why he looked up to her so much... that was why he loved her so much.

He crept silently away so he did not disturb her and continued to sneak back down the hallway. Being that the stairs were a good distance from Hazel's door, he was able to walk down them at a normal pace. 'Why did I come down stairs?' He found himself asking himself. It wasn't like he had anything to do downstairs. Then again, it wasn't like he had anything to do upstairs. He couldn't be bothered to climb all the way back up again and just decided to mooch about on the sofa for the rest of the evening. He entered the lounge, collected the remote and flopped lazily onto the sofa. It was not one minute after he found something tolerable to watch, that Liz appeared in the doorframe.

"Mark, can you spare a minute?" She asked politely. Mark rolled his eyes and sighed, not liking his telly time disturbed.

"Perhaps, what's in it for me?" He chuckled mischievously, not taking his eyes off the television screen.

"Okay I'll put it another way, listen now or have your game station incinerated, your move chuckles," it was Liz's turn to have an evil smirk. Marks eyes shot open at the very mention of game station and incineration. He slammed the TV on mute and turned to face the wicked smile of his dastardly mother. 'You win this round woman,' was what he thought when looking at the cruel smirk of his evil genius for a parent.

"Thank you. Now, your father and me are going out again tonight and before the two questions I know you are going to ask are asked let me answer them for you. For once this is not work related and it will be a nice evening and yes you have to have a baby sitter, I've asked Hazel if she would stay in for you tonight and she said yes. Any other questions that are pointless but you may wish to ask anyway just to annoy me?" She finished her speech with a light huff.

"What time will you be back?" He hadn't planned on asking that, but since she asked so nicely.

"Late, so I will expect to see you in bed little fox, you've got school tomorrow," she said sternly.

Mark stood up with his heels pressed closely together and raised his paw to salute his mother.

"Sir, yes, sir!" He swiped his paw from his forehead and sent to colliding with his thy. Liz just rolled her eyes and disappeared back behind the doorframe. Mark couldn't stop himself laughing, if he couldn't beat his mum with words, then he would with stupidity and generally odd acts. He collapsed back into his nice warm spot on the sofa and sank into his foamy surroundings.

His mind replayed what Liz had just said a thousand times like a broken tape recorder. 'Yes! Yes! Yes!' He continually screamed inside his head, feeling a sudden wave of euphoria hit him. 'So there was something in it for me!' He sniggered to himself. He was pretty sure he was dribbling at the thought of what tonight will behold for him. His tail certainly conveyed his excitement well, as it thrashed about furiously becoming a blur of orange and white.

"Thank you Mark," the familiar sounding voice of Liz was heard again, interrupting his pleasurable train of thought.

"Huh? For what?" He was curious to know what he was being thanked for and gave her a puzzled look.

"For looking after Hazel earlier, I think she really needed her little bro at that point," she smiled at him, not a wide smile, just small one. It seemed to be masking over some truer feeling, yet Mark could not quite figure out what.

"Oh... um... okay no problem," he smiled back, still a little confused. Again, she disappeared and left Mark to himself.

A little while later, the whole family was gathered in the entrance hall. Mark was resting up against a closed door and Hazel was on the opposite side to him. Liz was putting on her best coat and shoes. Since it was a special occasion, both Derek and Liz had dressed appropriately, that and it was a fancy restaurant. Liz was wearing a black and white blouse with matching skirt. She had a gold dolphin shaped pendant hanging around her neck resting on her white chest fur. Derek was in a pair of black trousers and a smart looking t-shirt with a black jacket as well.

"Right, we'll be off now then, there's money on the fridge for take out as usual so no squabbling," Liz said, knowing she didn't really have to worry about her two children.

"Bye mum and dad," Hazel said happily as she leant in and received a pleasant kiss on the cheek from Liz.

"Seeya guys," Mark sounded just as enthusiastic, but wasn't one to like getting a kiss from his mum.

Derek was the first to leave, opening the door and stepping out into the dark night that was soon illuminated by the outside security light. Liz blew a kiss to Mark and he made a little disgusted face at her. She chuckled and closed the door behind her. Both Hazel and Mark listened intently to the sound of car doors being opened and closed with a great thud. The engine revved and they listened to the car pull away from the drive.

The coast being clear, they immediately dived into the others arms. The combined in a warming hug, their heads resting on the others shoulder. They rubbed up and down the other back with their paws. Hazel stroked Marks tail from base to fluffy white tip. Mark placed both paws on each cheek of Hazel's rump and squeezed lightly, getting a little yip from Hazel. He rubbed up against her neck and she responded in kind. Mark could feel her chest lift beneath him then sink back down, he could hear her heart beating at an ever-quickening pace, like his own. She felt so soft, so warm and so gentle. It was as if she were a delicate flower where the slightest touch could break her pleasantly fragile beauty.

They pushed back and held each other at arms length with their paws resting and caressing the others shoulders. The smiles on their faces were exactly identical, it was as if looking into a mirror. They were wide smiles of true happiness. It wasn't hard for them to figure out what they wanted now. Hazel closed her eyes and tilted her head as Mark did the same. They joined together in a loving kiss that showed their affection for one another perfectly. Their lips were constantly moving in a wave like motion. Without any prompting from either party, their mouthed opened and allowed the passage of tongues. They slid like serpents over and under the others tongue, mixing the different flavours of their saliva. Mark could feel the vibrations of Hazels murr travel throughout his own mouth. He tingled all over and he could feel each fibre of his fur stand on end. When they had to surface for air, breaking the kiss, Hazel sighed in pure delight. They touched the tips of their black noses together and nuzzled gently.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you all day, how I'm going to survive the next I don't know," Mark exhaled his words at the level of a whisper.

"Well there's always the magazines under your bed," she giggled and grinned cruelly. Mark just gave her a look and shook his head, nothing would surprise him about her anymore... or that was what he thought anyway.

"Bedroom?" He queried.

"Too far," she answered, shaking her head. "Lounge?"

"Perfect!" He beamed. She leapt into his arms and linked her legs around his waist. He carried her in her precarious position into the connecting lounge. He kicked in the door not having the paws to do so at this moment, being that they were full of Hazel. He carefully placed her onto the sofa, sliding his paws from underneath her to bring them to her hips. He spread his legs so he had one knee and one paw on either side of her. Hazel lifted her paws to meet his t-shirt, which was quickly whipped off. She stroked his white chest fluff and made neat little furrows with her claws.

Mark leant in and was just about to kiss her when she stuck her tongue out and licked his lips. She giggled at his taken back reaction but was comforted by his smile. In return he made a long slow lick up her cheek making her eye close. He looked into her adoring eyes for a moment, his grin said more than words ever could. If true contentment and love existed, then he had found it with Hazel. When he went to kiss her this time, she returned it with and an equal amount of passion. She held a paw behind his head and scratched lovingly at his ears. He murred pleasantly, that area being rubbed gave him such a delightful feeling. His tail swayed happily like a branch caught in a storm.

"I love you little bro," she said sweetly, breaking the kiss and smiled her smile.

"I've always loved you and that smile of yours," he grinned.

"Shut up and take your pants off," she said in a deep commanding voice, letting her pent up lust take over.

"What's with the sweet talk sis?" A devious smirk crawled across his muzzle.

"Lets just say I'm feeling lucky tonight," a similarly mischievous grin appeared on hers as well.

Mark obeyed compliantly, unzipping his jeans and pulling them off to throw them on the floor next to the sofa. His erection was blatantly obvious through the thin confines of his boxers. Hazel couldn't help letting a small gasp escape her at the sight of her brothers foxhood. She noticed that his boxers were already stained with pre-cum, by the little dark patch where his bulge nestled. As Mark was taking his t- shirt off, Hazel couldn't resist taking him in her paw and gently massaging from base to tip. Even through fabric it was a glorious sensation to be pawed off. He stayed still for a moment with his arms above his head and his t-shirt covering his head. He groaned lightly enjoying the feel of a firm grip and soft fabric roll over his penis.

He managed to remove his t-shirt and threw it onto his jeans. He bent forwards so that his lips came to rest on Hazels. She continued to move her paw tenderly over her brothers tented boxers. She could feel herself becoming unbelievably wet, the longing to have her brother inside of her became almost unbearable. She ripped off his boxers tearing them to shreds like a starving animal would its prey. They kept on kissing as Hazel replaced her paw back on Marks, now fully exposed, cock. It felt so rigid in her paw, so smooth, yet so ravenous. She knew all he wanted was to thrust inside her again and again shooting his load deep inside of her and screaming to the heavens. Fortunately, that is exactly what she wanted, but before that, she felt like having some fun before the main event.

She removed her paw from Marks shaft and placed both her paws on his shoulders pushing him off her gently. Mark looked into her scheming eyes, he loved it when she did that. She was so unpredictable when she was horny. He used to think of her as his sweet older sister without knowing she had this side to her. It turns out that she was sugary sweet all over, but deep down she was a lusty vixen of carnal desire. He liked her lusty side, he really liked her lusty side. The good thing was that she let her sweet side accompany her to the bedroom as well, so he got the best of both worlds really.

He watched in intrigue as she disappeared head first underneath his elevated body and between his legs. He tilted his head downwards to look beneath himself. He saw Hazel on her stomach and then watched as she flipped over onto her back. She grabbed around his waist with arms and forced him to flip over causing them both to tumble off the sofa and onto the floor. Mark hit the deck first with a surprisingly gentle landing and Hazel fell on top of him. Mark got an 'in your face' view of Hazels nether regions as they were thrust onto his nose unexpectedly. He nearly passed out at the surprise intake of delicious pheromones. He felt light headed from the succulent scent of his sisters' sex. Hazel had turned the tables and was now on top of him, all be it at the cost of a comfy sofa, yet neither of them minded. He breathed her in a few more times, which only proved to cloud his mind further with desire. He pressed his cold nose at her puffy outer lips, getting a stunted gasp from Hazel.

Hazel held a paw at the hilt of her brothers' shaft and positioned herself properly over it. She flicked out her tongue to lick the tip of his member. It jerked at the touch making Mark grunt. She licked again, but a lot longer this time. She went from just above her paw, all the way to the tip and licked off his pre-cum. She felt him shudder beneath her body and hot breath on her sensitive lips. She brought her muzzle over him and engulfed his cock. She slid her tongue downwards with her mouth, teasing the underside of his foxhood.

Mark began to pant into her juice dripping sex, ecstasy was building rapidly in his lower region. With no further encouragement, he stuck the full length of his tongue down her cunt, parting her lips and diving deep. That wonderful taste danced on his palette again, that taste he just couldn't get enough of, that taste he longed for. He drew his tongue back out, rolling it up and depositing the heavenly liquid into his throat. He murred in sweet delight, it was like an intoxicating drug. He knew his sister was sweet, but he didn't know she was sweet in more ways than one. He couldn't deny he was inexperienced, yet he knew a fair bit about female anatomy from the various magazines he has stashed. For instance, when he flicked the tip of his tongue over the little bump that caused a surge of pleasure in Hazel, he knew that was her clit. Each time he rapidly licked over that same spot, there was a rush of more juices from Hazel. She arched her back, powerfully ramming back down onto her brothers muzzle. He brought his mouth out of her slit to speak.

"I'm sure you must be bad for me," he breathed heavily taking in mighty lung falls of air. She craned her neck underneath her body to look Mark in the eyes.

"Why's that?" She giggled through pants.

"Because something so sweet just cannot be good for me," he whispered and smiled warmly. She grinned back at him and lifted her head back up into position.

She cupped his furry balls in her paw and massaged them whilst bobbing up and down on her brothers' rigid pole. Her lips rolled down as far as she was comfortable, then she pulled back up sucking all the way to the tip. Her long coarse tongue wrapped around his member and followed her muzzle downwards. The warm wetness engulfed his entire penis again as Hazel took in as much of her brother as she could handle. He could feel the ridges of the roof of her mouth grind against his richly nerve ended shaft. She slid up and down on her brothers' now well-lubricated member, listening to his moans of pleasure. She slipped him out of her mouth and Mark felt the warmth leave him.

Hazel pushed up off Marks body and stood up straight, but not for long. She bent over the sofa and used her arms and paws as supports. She assumed the doggy position on all fours, with her hind legs on the floor and paws on the sofa. Mark was still in a daze on the floor and only watched as his sister prepared herself for his sizeable gift. He smirked at her eagerness and the view he had of her from his current position was more than enough of an invitation. He supported himself on his elbows just setting himself up to stand. He pressed off the floor and got his balance as he stood up straight. His knees were weak and wobbling, but it didn't take much to stabilise them.

Hazel raised her tail high in the air and swished it about playfully. She swayed her hips from side to side, sticking her pert butt as far out as she possibly could. Her juices trickled between her legs, matting her fur and making it glisten. She looked over her shoulder at Mark who was just gawking at the fleshy mound between her legs. He placed his paws on either side of her hips and steadied the tip of his penis at her folds.

He remembered back to last night, the night when it all began, the night when his whole sense of right and wrong was turned upside down. He could remember how he felt when Hazel started to reveal his secrets. He could remember how he felt when she started to act funny. He could remember how he felt when he was in this position. His heart was in his throat and his brain had vacated, leaving him all alone with only lust to control him. To say it was an easy decision would be an understatement. It was the hardest decision he had ever had to make in his life and probably for the rest of his life. But none of that mattered now... because it was the best decision he had ever made in his life and probably for the rest of his life. The thought of being with anybody else made his very soul ache. There was nobody he truly loved more than his sister... if the extent of that love brought him to this place... then so be it.

"Well? You coming in or what?" she giggled with an essence of seriousness in her voice.

Mark pushed in gently, slowly, teasingly, so he could feel her warm wet flesh wrap around his shaft. He became engorged in pleasure as each inch brought with it a heightened sense bliss. His whole body tingled, his fur became like bristles, spiky and pointy to the touch. He arched his back and groaned as he forced himself in to the hilt. They bumped groins together delicately, Hazels juices leaked out from the sides of the tight seal, pushed out by his placid forcing. There bodies became one, entwined in a deep sea of passion and lust.

He withdrew his entire cock from her depths except the very tip. In one swift forceful movement, Mark hilted himself inside his sister. It was so power that it sent Hazel bucking forwards and slamming her head into the back of the, fortunately, cushioned sofa. Strong, rippling waves of bliss played havoc with their pleasure receptors. A tsunami of ecstasy washed over them causing the most intense of pleasure either of them had felt. He continued to fuck her from behind, ramming increasingly vigorously into her cunt.

Hazel wanted as much of her brother inside of her as possible. They built a rhythmic bucking motion, forcing her brother to deliver all of himself into her. She moaned in pure delight and gripped tightly onto the pillow in front of her. She bit down hard onto the puffy pillow puncturing the thin fabric layer. Her breathing was heavy and she only breathed inwards when her brother fully un-hilted himself. The wet slap of her juices squishing around inside of her was just background noise over their moans and groans.

Mark amplified the power and speed of his thrusts. They became more rampant and animal like as his primitive lust driven mind manifested itself. He groaned loudly and had to suppress a howl of desire. He slammed at speeds he never knew he could reach, thumping her hole hard. His head tilted right back and he grunted at each time he rammed his full length into her. That wonderful rising feeling was sparking inside his body. He leant down right over her back and clamped down on her neck. He wasn't too ruff with her but it was enough to cause Hazel discomfort. His sac rose into his body preparing to shoot his load, his cock throbbed for release and twitched wildly. He made one final thudding slam and a long moan of ecstasy was expelled from his body. He shot hot powerful loads of fox seed into his sister, unloading his burden and releasing an unbelievable amount of pleasure all at once.

Hazel screamed out with a thunderous shrill, her intense orgasm hit her like a brick wall. The feeling of having her brother cum deep inside her and coating her inner walls in thick sticky sperm, sent her over the edge. She grinded at the pillow in her mouth and gripped tightly at the other cushions with her paws. She went rigid and her screaming became an inaudible screech. She could feel every single explosion of his seed being jetted into her body. Her cunt muscles squeezed around her brothers shaft unyieldingly, milking at it for everything he was worth. Hazel whimpered in delight, she could feel the mixed ooze in her vagina squelch.

They were both breathing irregularly, shallow intakes of breath that didn't satisfy their air needs. Mark released his grip on Hazel neck. His eyes were firmly closed, as were Hazels. He pumped a couple more times, just to allow any more un-ejaculated sperm to do so. He licked tentatively at the sore spot on the back of her neck. She murred and nuzzled into him, feeling his warmth and soft fur rub up against hers. They crumpled onto the sofa and spooned, Mark at the rear of course. His shaft was still buried deep inside his sister and even now he could feel a squeezing around his cock every so often. They both murred as one, they snuggled up as close as possible keeping each other warm in the afterglow.

They knew they had a few hours yet before their parents arrived home, so they could just enjoy one another's company for a bit longer. The temptation to sleep was overwhelming, but both knew that they were liable to sleep for a while and they couldn't risk the danger of being caught. So they just lay there together, lovers as one, the way it should be. Both were thinking the same thing, only they were too exhausted to say it. They knew what the other wanted to say anyway, their expression of physical intimacy was easily enough to satisfy that need.

Mark was grinning inanely, cuddled up to his beloved sister. His paws stroked her white chest and belly fur, feeling the furrows he created between his fingers. He placed his muzzle on her shoulder and closed his eyes. At this moment in time he really didn't care if they were caught together, love and sleep were the only things buzzing around in his brain.

Hazel on the other hand seemed to be of an opposite disposition to Mark. She looked sad and distant; her eyes stared into the blackness of the lowly illuminated room. She was plagued by uneasy feelings. She wished she could just shout out their love to the heavens and tell the world, but that would be seen as socially, morally and ethically wrong. All the things she knew about love the day before had been shattered. She had thought that love had strict unmovable guidelines that everyone had to stick to. But now she saw it in a different light, love can happen between anyone and if those two truly love one another, it shouldn't matter who or what they are. But if that were true, then why was it considered wrong for this relationship to exist. She knew in her heart of hearts that this could never last, they could not keep such a thing a secret forever... it was only a matter of time before they were discovered.

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Hope you enjoyed this one, I should have the third chapter posted in a few weeks.