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Again, this chapter turned out longer than expected and longer than the last one, but I still kept it on schedule, which I for one am happy about.

Thank you for your patience.

Hope you all enjoy!

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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Another day dawned upon the sleeping residents of Mark's household. For Mark, Hazel and Charlie it was an ordinary holiday Wednesday to wake up to. None of them had anything to do, especially the two youngest siblings, as they were both at the beginning of their summer holidays. If Charlie was motivated enough he could probably find some work to do, but for now he was content to spend some quality time with his younger brother and sister.

It had been only three days since Mark had embarked on an official double relationship with both his sister Hazel and his, former friend now lover, Mist. There was no way he could deny their mutual attraction so when the time came he agreed to be her lover. However, this left him with a very difficult situation as he still loved Hazel and was still hers, his heart belonged to her. What put him in more of a terrible position was when he told Mist that he had dumped the other girl he was seeing. Not only now does he have to hide the fact that he was, and still is, sleeping with his sister, he also has to hide the fact that they are still very much together.

The ceiling of his sister's bedroom had become a regular and somewhat welcoming sight these past few weeks, but not in the way you might first think.

He lay there staring skywards as the world around him could be forgotten about for a minute. The uncomfortable support of his camp bed held him still whilst his mind melted in to thought. If it weren't for the fact that he and Hazel could get up to mischief when the lights went out, he probably would sleep downstairs on the much more appealing sofa. Still, it made him feel happy inside to know he slept in the relative company of one who loved him.

There were too many things cluttering his brain and not knowing how to sort them out just made it worse. He considered for a split second if having a love life was worth it, but shook his head dismissively. It was wonderful to feel love and to be loved, he couldn't imagine how he ever lived without it. Sure, in the past he had fancied many girls, but that was about as far as it went. Discovering that his interest in them, one in particular, was more than infatuation was very odd indeed. He had never felt this way before he started noticing Hazel in such the way that he did. He considered himself lucky when the feeling was more than mutual. He could remember how he felt, how confused he was about the strange new feelings. It all seemed so natural now, like he had always felt that way.

There was an unexpected knock at the door; it was unusual for somebody to be doing that unless they were sleeping in too late. He looked over at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already eleven O'clock. Good enough reason to be woken up fully, but it still didn't stop him from complaining.

"Mmmmm..." he replied sleepily.

"It's Charlie, can I come in?" He asked with morning merriment.

"As long as you don't wake us up," Hazel said drowsily, rubbing her eyes and grumbling. The door clicked loudly open and Charlie stepped in. He sighed and shook he head at the sight of his siblings lying about at such a time.

"Come on you lazy lumps, you can't sleep all day you know," he said in an ushering tone. He received a heavy pillow thrown in his face by Hazel.

"Can and will," Mark said dismissively. He flipped over so that he was facing away from him and tried going back to sleep.

"I'm making breakfast," Charlie almost sang in a high voice. Mark's ears perked up a little at the mention of breakfast. His tummy rumbled noticeably underneath the bed sheets causing him to flip back over and look at his brother. Even Hazel stirred more so with the temptation of breakfast.

"Bacon and egg?" He asked inquisitively.

"Bacon and egg," Charlie nodded back, smiling with a light chuckle.

"Okay I'm up," he replied, sitting up immediately. Mark stretched out his limbs and yawned as wide as he could. Both he and Hazel had had a late night last night and the physical exertion involved didn't help at all. Hazel had stirred a bit, but was far from getting up. Charlie noticed this and grinned evilly to nobody in particular.

"Hey Hazel, look at me a second please?" He asked politely, clearing his face of his grin. She turned over and propped her head up slightly on her arm, just in time for a pillow to come flying across the room and hit her square in the face. Her head went flopping backwards as the muffled sounds of both her brothers laughing at her rang in her ears. "Get up lazy!" He yelled through his laughs. He strolled out of the room and went downstairs to start breakfast as promised.

"I do hate that boy sometimes..." Hazel mumbled grumpily, smacking the plump pillow from her face. Mark couldn't help but continue to snigger at her. "You can shut up and all," she said angrily.

"Well at least you're up now," he retorted cheekily. She gave him a dirty look, which was returned with a wide mischievous grin.

Mark rolled out of the low camp bed and lifted himself off of the floor. He was solely in his boxer shorts as the weather had been very hot the night previous. He walked over to one of her chest of draws and took his folded clothes from the top. He decided that he would shower a bit later, after breakfast perhaps. He could feel the eyes of his sister follow him across the room, watching him intently. She murred audibly, staring at him as he put his clothes on. He saw her looking and smiled at her. She had that familiar look of want on her face and he could feel the same welling up inside of him.

When he was finally fully clothed he heard a whine of disappointment come from Hazel. He looked at her and rolled his eyes, sighing to himself. He shook his head and padded his way out of the room, leaving her to look and his swishing tail. She smiled contently and slid out of bed herself.

After a quick pit stop in the bathroom, Mark headed down the stairs to meet up with his brother in the kitchen. As he expected he was at the cooker with a couple of frying pans on the stove spitting noisily. The heavy scent and mixed flavours of bacon and egg filled Mark's fox sensitive nostrils. He sniffed loudly, closing his eyes and taking in the full heavenly aroma of the succulent breakfast that awaited him. There were not many tastes and smells he liked better than a cooked breakfast. Only one sprung instantly to his mind and he had to fight his cheeks and ears not to blush when he thought about such a thing with Charlie in the room.

"Lay up the breakfast things would you Marky?" He asked courteously, not turning away from the stove.

"Sure," Mark idly answered. He stepped over to a draw and pulled it from the pine finish cabinet. The shimmering metal utensils sat quietly in their allocated sections of the draw. He took out, three knives and forks with a loud ringing clatter. He used his hip to knock the draw, sending it slamming back beneath the worktop.

The table was across the kitchen, up against a wall and facing adjacently to the fridge, which was against the opposite wall. It was a strange table that made little sense to Mark. It was like any ordinary breakfast table with a large open space top. It was underneath that was odd. Instead of legs, it had boards of purposefully built wood that extended along the sides, one against the wall; boxing in the area below and leaving the underside completely empty for legroom. Basically it looked like an upside down U. Why they could not have bought a table with legs he never fully understood.

He set up the table with the cutlery and cream patterned tablemats, placing two on one side of the table and one on the other. He slid along the smooth tiled floor of the kitchen towards another cupboard. This time he took out the Ketchup, salt and pepper. All of which he knew only his brother and his sister liked on their eggs and bacon. Personally, Mark hated ketchup and pepper and really only had salt on chips. He couldn't see why someone would douse and ruin the perfectly delicious taste of such a breakfast with completely none essential seasonings. Then again, he liked other things that nobody else liked so it didn't really matter much to him.

Just as he had finished setting up the table, in walks a much more awake looking Hazel.

"Finally decided to get up then?" Charlie commented nonchalantly, not turning away from the stove and keeping his back to them. She didn't bother replying to his little retort and focused her attention on Mark.

"Morning again sis," he chirped happily, feeling oddly euphoric for some reason.

Again, she did not reply. He was not facing her when she strolled over to Mark's side and rested her head over one of his shoulders getting close enough to his ear. "Morning my love," she whispered softly. She slowly licked up his ear with her long tongue, wetting his fur and grooming it in the wrong direction. He shuddered at the unexpected attention, having to stifle a sudden gasp from escaping. In the corner of his eye he could see a sly smile on her muzzle, like she was up to something. He gulped louder than he would have liked and felt his knees go weak.

He froze and watched as she walked off in the direction of the table. When he was expecting her to do things like licking him it didn't shock him at all, but under these circumstances he seized up. Their brother was not five feet away from them and there she was seducing him. Although he couldn't help feel wonderfully turned on by it. The thought that Charlie could have turned around at any time and discover them together drove him wild. Until now, he had never fully given in to the looming signals that he was a danger addict. He had always denied them whenever they presented themselves in plain black and white. Now, there was no way he could deny it, no way he could avoid it or make up some lame excuse in his mind... he got off on danger. Of course, he could have very easily rejected it this time as well, but the only firm fact was that he was getting that familiar feeling in his waist. He could feel the very tip of his member poking and rubbing against the fabric of his boxer shorts.

"Okay you two, give me one more minute and we can chow down," Charlie said enthusiastically, interrupting Mark's deep concentration.

He realised that any second his older brother would turn around and see the small bulge just beginning to tent his jeans. In a flash, he flew across the floor and sat down with speedy resolve. He pulled in his chair and sat as close to the tabletop as he could, his belly nearly touching the chamfered edge. Hazel giggled beside him as he went red under his fur from his cheeks to his ears. He tried not to take any notice, taking his mind off the ever-growing tightness in his underpants. For now at least he didn't have to worry because his lower body was concealed by 2 inches of solid pine wood tabletop.

With a final splashing hiss of bacon fat, the promised breakfast was slapped on to three separate plates. The wafting scent of the cooked breakfast came continually closer as the smell became heavier and easier to taste. Mark's mouth physically watered and his erection wavered effortlessly as food was the main priority at this moment. His whole focus was on the mound of steaming bacon and egg as it fizzled away on his plate, still scalding hot from the frying pan. He took the biggest of sniffs yet, the fragrance of the meal made his stomach grumble impatiently.

"Tuck in everybody," Charlie chirped cheerily, smiling at his beloved brother and sister. They both grinned back at him with an equal amount of enthusiasm.

He could wait no longer and skewered a piece of dead pig with his fork, before slicing it mercilessly with his knife in to a manageable chunk. He crammed it hungrily in to his maw and chewed it up before swallowing. He made a little contented murr as the meaty sweet and salty flavour lingered on his palette, sending his taste buds in to overdrive. As more mouthfuls were chomped down, the hungry feeling in his gut slowly died away and was replaced by a heavy sinking feeling as a result of his overeating.

It seemed everybody else was enjoying the breakfast too, so much so that there was an eerie silence between them all. There was the odd exchange of glances, but nothing in the way of conversation. The only noises that filled the air were the squishy sounds of chewing, swallowing and the clanking connection of metal cutlery on china.

Hazel gave a momentary look over at Mark a few times, watching him thoroughly enjoy his feast. She couldn't help but grin deviously when a thought manifested itself in her mind. It was cunning and so wonderfully erotic. She knew exactly what she was going to do and even the build up to it sent shivers of anticipation up her spine.

She placed her knife and fork neatly over the plate with a quite clang. She turned to face her little brother beside herself and looked at him for a short while. She could see he was uncomfortable with her doing that, by the little sideways glance he gave in her direction. She grinned again when she saw this. Hazel brought her lips only an inch from his ear, breathing over it and making it twitch more madly than usual. She could see his concealed worried expression, hidden behind a mask of bacon rashers that he munched, trying to avoid her closeness.

"I know you like this," she began to whisper in a strange and subtle tone. "You love it when we are a mere misplaced word or glance away from discovery. It gets you all hot under the collar doesn't it little bro?" She continued in the same low voice. "To think that if I raise my voice just a tiny bit too much, Charlie would her me and find us out for what we really are... a brother and sister who have sex practically every night. You, thrust you cock hard and fast in to your sister's pussy while I scream in ecstasy beneath you, writhing from my little brothers attention. You squirt your deliciously sticky seed in to your own sister's body, filling me up, pumping away at me and causing me to cum for you. It just drives you wild to think that could all be discovered in the blink of an eye... doesn't it?" She murmured seductively in his ear, letting him hear her murr quietly.

This was the first time in his life that Mark had been subjected to language of this kind, by anyone. It just wasn't something he had come across in his young life; it was almost frightening in a way, having their carnal bond put out on plain view to him. He had never really thought about the act itself until now and the way she described it made it sound so absolutely disgusting. It really was sex between blood relatives, between two family members, a brother and a sister who in the eyes of the many, should not be in love together. He could finally fully understand, for real, how others would see their situation.

However, to say it wasn't a turn on would be a lie, but that was half the problem. Her heated whispers had done exactly what Hazel said it would. His face was burning red under his fur, his ears were a beacon to onlookers and the tiniest bead of sweat dripped from his forehead. His palms were clammy and oddly cold, he gulped loudly whilst trying his best to regulate his body temperature. He hadn't really noticed the rapid fluctuation in his heartbeat that was now hammering against his ribcage.

Though, through it all remained that feeling of supreme excitement, the fear that they could actually get caught. The big problem was the rekindling of his earlier erection, only this time it was much larger and easily noticeable. He suppressed a groan deep within his throat, as his member slowly grew further out of its sheath, rubbing sensuously against the soft fabric of his boxers. Fidgeting didn't help at all as it only provided additional stimulation for his sensitive tip. His jeans became very uncomfortably tented and his blushing only became worse. His orange fluffy tail betrayed him as it was swishing excitedly back and forth behind him.

Meanwhile, Charlie across the table had been furtively observing the spectacle before him. He had been watching them sneakily for some time now and was intrigued. He could see the sly smile on his sister's face and the embarrassed look on his brother's. He did not hear what she had said to him, but he gathered it was something shared between only them. What crossed his mind first was dismissed as his own perverted degenerate imagination playing games with him. They had had a life together without him for five years and as Hazel had said before, his sudden disappearance had left a hole in Marks heart, which was filled by his beloved sister. If those two shared something just between the two of them, then he figured that he had no right to pry in to their private lives. But it still didn't stop him wondering what that something might be.

"You know it's not very nice to whisper at the dinner table," he stated factually, peering up at them.

Mark was mildly startled at first from the sudden comment and blushed even deeper. His eating had come to a complete stop; he just sat there prodding it with his fork. He tried to hide his obvious burring face and ears, even through his alike coloured fur. He lowered his head down further towards his plate and continued to jab at a small piece of bacon. Irritatingly, he had not lost his prominent erection that was still flagging between his legs, pushing out his trousers. Feeling overly insecure about it, he slid one leg over the other effectively crossing them, even though it was impossible to see through the thick wooden tabletop covering him.

Hazel almost seemed quite pleased with herself; a silent smirk illustrated her satisfaction. She was not the only one who got a thrill out of this. She loved to talk dirty as her last boyfriend found out. She knew Mark was a danger junkie, it was pretty obvious to her, but she knew he was having trouble excepting it. So she decided to force acceptance upon him and make him realise he loved it. By the shaken expression on his face and fidgety movements she could tell she had done what she had set out to do. Nevertheless, a little bit of extra reinforcement couldn't hurt and it sure would be fun.

Mark could feel something on his lower thy, even through his jeans he could tell that it was something soft. When it began to move up towards his crotch he grasped exactly what it was, dismissing it offhand at first. It was Hazel paw traversing its way up his leg, soon to come to rest on his straining cock. There was nothing he could do to stop her; any action he took would more then likely give them away. He gasped unconscientiously as she tickled her way up his inner thy. He looked at her pleadingly as if to say, 'please don't do this to me.' His begging look was seen from blind eyes, she only made a little cruel smirk at him, winking slyly. The final resting place of her paw caused Mark to involuntarily shudder.

He tried desperately to carry on as normal, spearing some meat and chewing on it. He made quick occasional glances at Charlie, but he seemed to be paying them no mind and was concentrating on his food. Hazel got a little more adventurous than just rubbing lightly at his bulge. He could feel the zipper of his fly's being pulled slowly and soundlessly down. The tormenting sensation and confliction of his interests was unbearable. On the one hand, he was telling himself to put an end to this in a dignified and most of all quiet manner. On the other hand, he now longed for release, the chance to exorcise the demon within his lustful needy body. He gave in quickly, unable to impede her progress and his desire building to that of liberation.

His whole body was immeasurably taught, shoulders hunched, inwardly gritting his teeth whilst gripping forcefully at his knife and fork. The zip came to the end of its short journey leaving a gapping and inviting opening. Her paw fumbled its way inside the perimeter defences finding that it was confronted by another barrier. No problem for nimble fingers that could easily navigate their was around the two buttons between her and her plaything. In one swift movement, one button was set aside followed promptly by the other. A clear path was cut between Hazel and her prize, the concealed twitching member of her brother.

He could feel that pleasurably familiar hot paw wrap smoothly around his shaft. It felt so good, so wrong, so naughty, and so despicable. The experience was vastly heightened by the fact that their older brother was not three feet away from them. His heartbeat, his breathing and his pulse were going faster than they ever had before. He felt like he was going to explode or at least have a heart attack. Beads of sweat now more readily trickled from his forehead, running down his cheeks and causing them to glisten.

A little more shuffling in his boxers and his cock was free from the tight captive of his jeans. He was at full length and hardness, his tip only just skimming the underside of the table. He murred lowly as her paw stopped its idle fumbling, becoming a more concentrated effort. It had been a while since she had pawed him off and he realised just how much he missed the soft touch of another, groping his tackle. Her furry fingers tickled in the places they touched as her smooth pads slid up and down in a fluent gliding motion.

He couldn't believe it when, with her left hand, Hazel picked up the TV Guide, placed it in front of herself and started to thumb through it. She looked so innocent, if he wasn't the one receiving the paw job he would have never known to look at her. She kept a calm straight face the whole time, never changing her expression. Not even her arm showed signs of gentle rhythmic pumping. He looked on in fascination... it was completely surreal. There he was sweating uncontrollably, barely able to contain his whimpers of delight and there she was as cool as could be.

A strong feeling now powered its was through his lower region. The tension, danger and excitement were becoming too much for his hormone filled young body. He could do nothing else but continue to eat his breakfast, which he still had a good quarter left to consume. Each time a new piece of food entered his mouth; he let out a quiet moan that was concealed by the chunk of meat. All the time he kept making quick fleeting looks up across the table at his big brother. He seemed none the wiser to their little play. He was carrying on as normal, eating at his leisure and by the looks of it thoroughly enjoying himself. In one way, Mark found himself to be in his own personal heaven. His sister was selflessly pawing him off in such a delightfully erotic and devious way.

That gloriously smooth and gripping paw was like bliss made manifest. She did not hesitate to speed up and increase the power of her thrusts. His entire shaft was being pleasured, from the very tip to the lowest point on his sheath. His blood was running cold like ice throughout his veins, pooling all his warmth and sending it downwards. He felt light-headed as the various different and highly conflicting emotions rattled his poor mind. He was direly afraid of being caught, but that only added stimulation to his experience, forcing him to enjoy it (Like it was hard not to). In turn, enjoying it even further made him more and more frightened of the realistic consequences of being caught, so a vicious cycle of controlling interests was spinning inside him.

It was far too late; he felt the first spurt of pre-cum shoot from his scorching member. A watery flow followed the initial eruption, dribbling down to meet with his sisters driving paw. The fluid ran in between her grip and his shaft, spreading its wetness all over them both. A sensation needle like in its precision shot its way all the way through his groin. He could feel his impending climax build fiercely inside him, causing a quiet murr to break out of his muzzle. His eyes darted to Charlie; fortune seemed to smile on him, as he had not noticed. Another meticulous injection of pleasure surged, sending him so close to the edge more and more pre flowed from him. The unbearable torturous tension tantalised his member in the grasp of his sister's paw. It twitched uncontrollably; forcing Hazels paw to react to its powerful nature.

The foremost squirt of his sperm jetted up in a dominant fountain of sticky white fluid. It collided hard with the underside of the table, splattering in ripples and waves like a drop of water in an ocean. He peaked continuously, intense body shaking pleasure coursing throughout him. More of his seed was spewed fourth, a few more times hitting the table and creating an even bigger mess. The flow began to subside considerably and soon became smaller spurts, landing randomly over Hazels paw. An uninhibited grunt escaped him, causing an instant reflex in his arm to slam his paw over his mouth.

He cringed in agony, praying that his brother did not hear him.

His prayers went unheeded as Charlie heard it all right. He lifted his head from his plate and looked over at Mark. Mark's wide eyes met him across the table with a paw clapped firmly over his muzzle. He lifted an eyebrow questioningly at his little brother. Mark slowly removed the paw from his lips and made a sheepish little grin. Charlie opened his mouth to say something, but could not find the right words to fit the situation.

His eyes shifted to Hazel who was unbelievably as composed as could be. Charlie gazed at her for a while, darkening his eyes somewhat. She turned and looked at him, smiling tranquilly in such a typical way that I didn't even look as if she were trying too hard. She saw her older brothers intrusive look and decided to speak, but play dumb.

"What's the matter master chief, bit of bacon went the wrong way?" She asked with a slight giggle.

"No I uh... doesn't matter, it's nothing..." he trailed off. He looked one more time at Mark who had managed to clam down to some extent. He still looked pretty guilty about something, yet Charlie could not figure out what. He shrugged, choosing to forget about it. "Looks like we're all finished then, best get to washing up," he finally said after a short while.

"Okay, but I don't think Mark is finished yet," Hazel piped up, looking over at him.

"Huh," was the only dumbfounded reply he could give. He had finished quite a while ago, only leaving a few scraps, so her statement confused him.

She looked at him with a quick wink and a gentle nod towards his lowers; she pushed off from her seat and stood up, taking her plate with her. Mark looked down and from his angle he could see the mess he had created. He blushed once more seeing what an embarrassing predicament he was in. It only now came to him that Charlie was getting up off of his seat and following Hazel to the sink. It was very unlikely that another opportunity would arise again, so it was absolutely vital that he seize this chance now.

He had a tough challenge ahead; already the musky smell of his sperm was filling the air around him. He had to be supremely careful not to get any of his sticky produce on his paw, because of the risk he would be taking when using it out from under the protection of the table. Bearing that in mind, but having no tissue at paw, he would have to just make do. He grimaced a little when he tugged the gap in his boxer shorts back over his softening erection. It was a horribly cold and clammy feeling as his cum clung to both the fabric and his fur. With his underwear back in place, although unbuttoned, the zip on his jeans was next to follow. Warily he pulled up the zip, making as little noise as he possibly could. When he reached the top there was to be no relief just yet.

He had forgotten about the large amount of his semen that had hit the underside of the table. Regrettably, that was now where his paw rested. Carefully he drew his paw away and a tangible rope of sticky spunk followed his movement. He winced once more, having done what he was trying to avoid. His lowers were covered to satisfaction and although considerably dark under the table, he could not see any obvious stains in visible sight. The new problem he had was when he assessed the splatter damage on the top of his now tacky paw. It was bad. The side of his index finger that was nearest to his thumb was completely covered, so too was his thumb.

'Why me?' Was all he could think to himself at this point. There was no other choice that sprang quickly to mind and he had to go along with what ever popped into his mind first. Unfortunately, the solution to his crisis sounded more absurd than walking around with cum on his paw. Wiping it on his jeans was no good, so too was smearing it on the underside of the tabletop with the rest as it wouldn't get him clean enough.

"Mark? Are you finished yet?" The slightly irritated voice of his brother sounded from across the kitchen. Fortunately, he had not turned around and continued to wash up next to Hazel.

"Nearly," he replied weakly, his fluttering heart stopping him from answering properly.

It was now or never, the choice of one evil over another. He brought his stained milky white glossy paw up to his nose. He gave it a quick sniff, finding it to be quite strong and fierce smelling. He didn't care much for the scent. It probably would have helped at this moment if he were horny; being infused with lust would have made the situation a little bit more attractive. He had to go for it, surely it couldn't be that bad if Hazel ate it.

With a small tentative lick over the puddle, the very tip of his tongue was dipped in to the shiny liquid. The fluid pooled as he curled his tongue, spreading the ooze all over. He was taken aback at first, recoiling and scrunching up his muzzle. The slight salty tang and pungent taste was enough to throw him. It really wasn't that enjoyable at all, but then again he didn't have to enjoy it, just eat it!

With another, more adventurous lick this time, some more of his slimy sperm was brought on to his tongue. It was even stronger tasting than the last time, he almost gagged it back up when he felt it trickle uncomfortably down his throat. His body's natural reaction was to reject the strange unwelcoming slippery substance. He cursed Hazel silently for making him do this. Technically it was her fault as it was the result of her devious nature that brought this eventuality about.

He heard a dish clang loudly behind him over by the sink. He was fairly startled by the noise and jumped a little, snapping back to reality. He looked around and saw that a fork had fallen to the floor with Charlie bending down to pick it up. The other thing he noticed was that they were nearly finished washing and drying. He felt bad for not helping out, but his main worry and concern was still lingering on his paw. He looked down at it and closed his eyes, making a face of discontentment. He went for it, running the whole length of his tongue over the sticky spot. In one long lick he had done a very good job of cleaning up, only leaving a small amount of shimmering saliva. The only thing standing between him and discretion was the considerably large amount of semen that was collected in the dip in his tongue. The texture was unpleasant to say the least; it was like eating wallpaper paste. With one swift unnerved gulp, his tongue flexed in a rippling motion, sending the clingy load down to where he really didn't want it to be.

He made a refreshing breath inwards, shaking his head. He pinned that down as one of the least favourite things he was forced to do. And yet, again his body betrayed him. His sheath was once more stirring beneath his clothing, his red tip protruding slightly. 'What again!?' He shouted inwardly at himself. 'How the hell could you have enjoyed that!?' He barked at himself. Although he didn't want to admit it, he knew that wasn't exactly too bad. In fact... he kind of liked it. He found himself quite helpless as pornographic images flashed through his mind. It was a struggle to fight them back, all of them were too rapid and too many to block.

"Hey! Come on dopey, can't go back to sleep now," the sudden unexpected voice of his brother, thankfully, obliterated his thoughts. He received a minor shoving on the shoulder. His head darted skywards to face his big brother. He was giving him a vaguely questioning look, seemingly mulling something over in his head.

"Huh?" He replied thoughtlessly. Looking down at the table he saw that his breakfast things were still laid out on the table. Charlie and Hazel had obviously finished washing up and were now after his input. "Oh yeah sorry," he responded a little more conscious sounding this time.

"Are you alright?" Charlie asked, looking at him expectantly.

"Yeah fine, guess I'm still tired is all," he answered all be it a little unwittingly. 'Why does everybody keep asking me that!?' Mark thought, as he once again drifted in to his head. He was fearful of his brother smelling his heavy remaining scent, whilst doing everything in his power not to turn red with embarrassment. Luckily, the brief conversation had brought down the swelling in his sheath, although he still felt somewhat in the mood.

There it was again, that damned scent of his musky produce. It wafted more intensely up his nostrils, surprising him at how strong the odour was. He was sure that Charlie would easily sniff it out and ask him what that smell was.

"Marky, could you stay with me for a minute," he waved a paw in front of Marks eyes trying to rouse his attention after watching him stare in to nothingness for quite a while now. "Geez! what is with you this morning?" He asked, not really expecting an answer. "Go on, go wash up your things," he said instructionally, giving him another questioning look. There was something about him this morning that just didn't seem right. 'He was fine before we sat down... Maybe it was what Hazel said? He did seem pretty shaken by something.' Charlie's thoughts buzzed around inside his head, trying to put together a puzzle with some of the pieces missing. However, his main concern was with his little brothers welfare, he didn't like it when someone close to him was under distress.

Mark didn't speak; he just gave a small affirmative nod that displayed his indifference. Charlie gave him one more inquisitive look before shaking his head and mumbling something as he exited the kitchen. Mark slid back off the chair causing it to grind noisily alone the stone tiled floor. The first thing on his mind was to clean up the mess under the table. He grabbed his plate with the cutlery on top, since he was going in that direction anyway. Placing the plate in the washing up bowl with hot soapy water in, he looked around the kitchen to find something to wipe up his mess.

"Oh and Marky," he heard Charlie calling from the doorway. When he spun around he received a double-barrelled shot of a dishcloth and drying towel, smack in the face. "Cheer up! You're on holiday you lazy bugger!" He laughed before leaving the room with just Mark left all alone. Mark smiled to himself, picking up the rags that had fallen from his face. 'That'll do nicely," he chuckled inwardly.

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The morning and early afternoon went exactly as expected. All three of them had little better to do than lye about in the sitting room watching the television. Although it was kind of fun because it gave them a chance to talk a bit more. As the conversation got more in depth and less of an informal chat, Mark's memory brought something up that, ironically, he had not thought about the whole time Charlie was here. He didn't just want to blurt it out though, when he thought about it a bit more, the question he so desperately wanted an answer to was kind of embarrassing. Not only that it was rather saddening and he didn't want to ruin the good mood everybody seemed to be in.

"I did have a lot of fun travelling around, I've seen quite a few places, so many beautiful places, so many good-looking women as well..." Charlie trailed off in to another train of thought, which brought a smile to his lips. "There was this one time that me and Christy were... oh no sorry, that story is a little bit too adult for the young foxy ears that are present," he laughed and ruffled his little brothers hair, who was sat beside him.

"Hey! I'm thirteen! I can handle it!" He yelled at him, understandably a bit offended.

"Oh no bro buddy, I'd probably get kicked out all over again if I told you some of the things I got up to!" He was laughing at first, but then his mirth died away as his sentenced finished.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned in to a cold and distant wasteland. Nobody could look the other in the eye anymore; they just shifted gazes from inanimate objects to the telly. The smiles had been wiped thoroughly from all three siblings faces. There was more life in a morgue at that moment; the silence was similar to that of a graveyard. All of them were thinking quietly, whether it was about what was just said or whether it was what to say next.

"Why did you leave us Charlie?" Mark all of a sudden spoke up. He sounded sombre and joyless, yet the need for information was evident.

Charlie avoided his brother's stare, shifting his gaze worriedly over to Hazel in short quick glances. Hazel herself had slumped slightly in to the sofa and was looking awkwardly in to thin air. Mark continued to watch Charlie intently, seeing him start to blush a little through his fear. He knew it was an uncomfortable subject, but he wanted an answer to a five-year nagging question.

Charlie did not want to reply to that question, he didn't even want to have that question asked. He knew he wouldn't be able to avoid it forever; it was an almost inevitable fact. Mark had the right to know, he knew how hard it was on him. Hell, it hurt himself like a gunshot to the chest. The thing was that he found himself asking that very same question. He just got stupid, breaking the morality of everything that existed and breaking up his family in the process. Although, was it really that wrong what he did? He had always told himself that he would tell Mark one day... one day might as well be today.

"Um well its like... when I was... me and... um uh," he struggled to put in to words the explanation he had five whole years to prepare. His stumbling had brought him nothing but time, he could see by the look on his brothers face that he was not going to get out of this one, no amount of fumbling was going to deter him. Mark said nothing and just quietly stared, with crossed arms and a solemn expression. He saw his big brothers eyes dart from him to Hazel, he felt like giving up his quest for an answer if it really was this hard for him. 'No! He has to tell you if you are persistent!' The motive driven voice inside his head told him.

The unbearable stillness was broken with a sudden ringing, making everyone jump in startled fright. The insistent chiming of the kitchen phone was more than a distraction. Charlie immediately leapt from his seat calling 'I'll answer it!' before disappearing out the door.

In a flash, Mark's confidence was shattered and he gave up... for now anyway. He made a little breathy sigh before relaxing himself from his tensed position. He felt disappointed to say the least, it seemed that it would remain a mystery to him forever. He began to watch the television, every so often looking over at Hazel to see that she had relaxed as well. Only a few seconds passed before Charlie re-entered the lounge.

"It's for you Mark," he said, extending his arm to pass him the cordless phone. Mark sat up, taking it from his paw and placing it in line with his ear and mouth.

"Hey stud," the sweet voice of Mist appeared at the other end.

"Oh hey Mist, what's up?" Mark replied cheerily, his tail beginning to wag happily and his ears immediately shot up, forgetting that he was in a bad mood. He walked out of the room and in to the kitchen where it was unlikely that anyone would hear him.

"Um nothing much... I was kind of hoping you could come over, my mum's home so we can't..." she drifted off in to a slight giggle. "You know," she laughed embarrassedly, but then sighed afterwards.

"I'm just really lonesome right now and I thought maybe you could cheer me up, that's if you want to?"

She said in a reserved manner.

"Of course! You know I love seeing you, I'll be right there!" He beamed enthusiasm in his voice.

"Can't wait! See you soon!" She called excitedly.

"Hugs and kisses until I seeya," Mark replied softly, making kissing noises as he placed the phone down.

It was strange to Mark how a disposition could change so quickly. He could remember how he felt only a minute ago and now he felt great. It can only take one person or one simple act to change somebody's day for better or for worse. In Mark's case, it was for the better. For now, at least, he did not give a damn about Charlie's little secret and if it stayed a mystery for another day then so be it. He had something much nicer to focus on, spending time with his new wonderful girl friend.

His tail swished excitedly from side to side, while his ears twitched actively on top his head. As everything essential was done like, showering, breakfast, cleaning teeth, he could head off straight away. He took his shoes out of the neatly tucked away cabinet in the corner of the hallway and placed them down by the door. It was a very hot and sunny day so no other equipment other than himself and some thin clothing was needed.

"Bye guys, I'm going out," he called, poking his head around the corner of the lounge door.

"Going around Mist's again?" Hazel asked, pretending to make it sound like she wasn't really that interested.

"Um... yeah," he simply replied.

"You've been spending a lot of time around there lately," she stated, looking over at the doorway in which he now stood.

"I would hardly say three times was 'a lot' of time," he retorted a little rashly.

"In a row Mark, you were there Sunday, all night I might add, Monday and yesterday," she said a little smugly. "And now you're going again today." She got out of her seat on the sofa with a heave and walked over to him. Charlie just paid them little mind, figuring it best to stay out of this one.

"You have a problem with that?" Mark questioned sounding quite fed up. He shuffled to the side to allow her passage in to the corridor.

"No there's no problem at all... except the fact that you usually don't get out of the house this many times in a whole year," she said whilst walking away from him, looking back over her shoulder with a cocky grin.

Mark just stood there dumbly as he had no time to answer back. He sighed, shrugging it off and proceeding to slip on his loose fitting trainers. A series of clicks and clacks sounded boisterously as the door gave way under Mark's persistence with the handle and a set of keys. Stepping outside he immediately felt the sweltering heat sizzle his skin. He, like many others, had a big disadvantage when it came to staying cool. His thick fluffy and boyish immature fur was handy at keeping the heat in through the winter, but it wasn't very useful when trying to keep the heat put. Even when wearing his thin white t-shirt with an airy v-neck, he was still unable to keep cool. Nevertheless, it came to mind that he had been spending a little bit too much time vegetating on the sofa. It might be nice to go out for a bit today since it was such a lovely day. But then again, he wasn't sure how Mist would feel since she seemed happy enough with him indoors. He reached the decision whereby, he would wait and see if Mist expressed any sort of interest other than the inside of her house, then he would ask if she wanted to go out.

When his thoughts drifted away from Mist he started to think about his sister. When he thought in depth about Hazel's questions and retorts, having nothing else to do except walk, it crossed his mind that she seemed a bit... jealous. He wasn't exactly the best fur at picking out or picking up on the subtle telltale signs of someone's mood, but even he could see the protectiveness discretely concealed under her conceited words. 'Why should she care how much time I spend with a friend?' The question danced on his brain for a while, taunting him like a mouse at a cats mercy. He desperately wished he was older, thinking that with age came wisdom and hopefully the knowledge to better understand the opposite sex.

Some fifteen minutes later, he arrived at his intended destination. He walked briskly along the driveway, trying to keep his puppy like excitement to a minimum. He couldn't stop his tail wagging frantically and couldn't take the smile of his face, but at least he wasn't skipping. One small step up and he reached the front door of Mist's house. He composed himself before pressing the doorbell, brushing off his t-shirt and jeans, running a paw through his tuft of brown hair to make sure it looked half decent.

His finger pushed the button on the right side of the door and he heard a distinct ping pong sound from inside. A few seconds later, there was the sound of footsteps gradually clunking their way towards him. A blurred figure appeared behind the patterned glass obscuring them from sight. The shining gold handle pulled downwards and the door swung inwards.

"Why hello there Mark, back again are we?" The women at the door chuckled light-heartedly. She was Mist's mother, Molly, a pure white furred feline. Unlike her daughter she was fluffier than anything else, whereas Mist had straight smooth fur. She had the same eyes as Mist and similar ears as well. Although both their tails were always actively swishing about with minds of their own, they in no way were the same. Molly, like the rest of her, was fluffy as feather duster and much broader because of it. If Mark was in an honest mood then he would admit to having fancied Mist's mum a year back. He had every right to because she was stunningly beautiful. Mark was convinced she was a model at some stage, even though he would never ask.

"Hey Molly," he said a little bashfully without reason.

"Come on in, she's in her room," she beamed him a smile.

"Thank you," he responded politely.

He stepped in the doorway and moved around Molly's side in to the hallway. The door was closed behind him and seconds after, Molly padded her way past him and disappeared in to the kitchen. Mark took off his trainers and placed then tidily on the mat next to the door. He darted up the stairs, ascending them with a fair amount of speed. He went along the landing to where he knew her room was. The door was open and he peeked in. He saw his cuddly little cat sat at her desk facing away from the door. He wondered why she had not heard him talking downstairs. It was only when he entered her room and got closer, he noticed the earphones placed just inside her ears. It was difficult to resist laughing when his cruel mind concocted a slightly evil scheme. Very carefully, he placed his paws at the sides if her head. In one swift movement he hooked his fingers around the grey wires that attached the earphones to the musical device and gently whipped them from her ears. She screeched loudly and jumped at the surprise attack, turning her head to face the aggressor.

"Hey there cutie," he said, giving her a mischievous grin and a satisfactory chuckle.

"Mark!" She squealed excitedly, but also a little angrily.

She leapt out of her swivel chair and pounced on him, sending him flying backwards and colliding with the top of the bed. Mark yipped helplessly as her counter attack took him completely off guard giving him no time to react. Before he knew it his arms and legs were securely pinned to the mattress, leaving him to struggle under her. She wasn't the strongest girl in the world and weighed no more than she did when she was eight, but in that position he had no chance of getting up.

"Pinned ya," she smirked.

"You've got to stop watching Disney films," he smiled up at his captor.

"Just because you're helpless," she mocked him, pressing down on his extremities each time he tried to shift them. She slowly lowered her muzzle close to his, bringing it only an inch apart. Mark pretended to go along with her until she came close enough, then he flicked out his tongue and licked her from chin to nose. She recoiled from his wet assault, twitching her nose. She fell for his plan as she raises her right paw to wipe her face clean of saliva. With his right arm free he was expertly able to push her off to his side, roll over on top of her and pin her in reverse. Mist was stunned at how quickly the tables were turned on her. She squirmed underneath him, whining submissively and putting on her cutest face.

"Say it," he said derisively, grinning from ear to ear.

"Say what?" She huffed her reply, turning her head away from his.

"You know what," he again grinned with the same tone.

"Foxes rule and cats drool," she sighed after a moment's reluctance.

He smiled victoriously, but did not release her just yet. He lowered his head down to hers, closing the gap between their muzzle's. This time, neither of them disturbed the simple kiss. His warm lips pressed against her soft feline mouth. Their eyes closed up sensuously, taking in the full enjoyment of the moment as everything around them melted away in to a pool of nothingness. The motions that each pair of lips made were subtle, almost unnoticeable, but were enough to elicit a meshed series of murrs and purrs from the couple. They could feel each other's gentle warmth and wetness smacking together in a rhythmic pulsing of pleasure. They felt lost in a sea of calm, separated from the world around them and placed carefully in a new world of bliss where worries or troubles were none existent... there was only happiness in this new world, a joy that could only be shared between the few.

It ended almost as soon as the kiss did, bringing the pair back to reality. Mist continued to purr with her eyes closed, not wanting to have this special feeling of closeness slip through her fingers. It was all too perfect to be real, like if she let this moment go, then it would go forever and the one she love would disappear with it. When she opened her eyes, half willingly and half non-consented, her fears were put to rest. She looked upon the furry orange face of her beloved; her heart became lighter than a feather and fluttered profoundly. She smiled sweetly and fought back tears of true joy, feeling that life had reached a peak never thought climbable by any creature.

He released his tender grip and removed his weight from her furry wrists and ankles. He rolled over on to his back at her side. He found himself a little breathless, having forgotten to breathe through his nose in such a moment of bliss. He panted quietly, hearing Mist pant similarly beside him. They just lay there motionless as the ominous universe all around them. Gravity on earth had seemed to change, making everything at least ten times heavier. Mark tried to move, but found himself pulled back against to mattress with his limbs limp and lifeless.

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Time ticked slowly by, reaching the point that read 3 O'clock and signalled a very late lunch. The informal setting of eating in the lounge sat of the sofa's was a much more appealing idea for all concerned. Mark was lent over with a plate resting in his paw, just underneath his muzzle to stop any wayward crumbs that went astray. Sat upon his plate was a sandwich filled with his choice of filling, which was simply fresh ham from the local butchers. Mist was enjoying a sandwich crammed full of chocolate spread. Mark himself disliked chocolate spread and questioned anyway that could actually sit down and eat it, but he liked ordinary chocolate just fine. Once again, his willingness to except others preferences easily won over his judgement as he watched Mist scoff down bread full of the stuff. Each time her lips passed over the brown filling, they were left with a chocolaty smudge covering them almost completely. He gazed at her as she flicked out her tongue and licked up the residue left on her lips.

She noticed his staring and turned to him mid-lick, giggling with embarrassment. Mark shied away, turning his head and blushing lightly although not visibly through his fur. She smiled, before concentrating on eating the rest of her sandwich. Mark couldn't help but look at her again from the corner of his eye. This time when Mist saw him looking she didn't turn and only decided to tempt him further. She ever so slowly ran her tongue along her bottom lip, and then brought it gradually up around her top lip. Wherever her tongue went it left a trial of shimmering salvia behind it, making her lips look so moist and tasty.

Mark was fixated on her, idly munching away at his lunch whilst enjoying the show. He saw the combination of love and lust in her eyes that sparkled like water under the moonlight. He didn't care if she tasted of chocolate spread, he wanted to kiss her, and he needed to kiss her. He could tell she needed it just as badly as him. They both moved simultaneously towards one another, preparing for another whirlwind kiss.

"Maria!" Molly called loudly from a different room. Mist sighed and turned away from him, leaving Mark in mid-pucker. Mark rolled his eyes and rested back in to the sofa, getting himself in to a more comfortable position. "Maria! Where are you?" The thunderous voice came again.

"Who's Maria?" Mark asked with a smirk. Mist looked around at him with a less than appreciative expression on her face.

"I'm in the lounge mum," she shouted back, hopefully loud enough for her mother to hear.

"Could you come here please?" Molly once again hollered. Mist sighed and slumped a little, not wanting to be disturbed from her comfort zone.

"Go on, Maria," he said, putting emphasis on 'Maria' with a sarcastic sounding twist.

Mist lent over and flicked the top of his ear harshly, making him yelp a little from the sting. He stuck his tongue out jokingly as she slipped away from him and headed out the door. She mimicked his taunt with her own tongue before disappearing completely. Mark was left alone with only the low sound of the television and an almost completely eaten ham sandwich for company. He ate the rest of it at his leisure, taking his time and enjoying the taste of the delicious fresh ham.

Mist reappeared not two minutes later with a smile and a definite flurry of wags from her tail. For a moment Mark thought he knew what that smile meant and he became excited, his own tail flagging.

"Come on get up lumpy, we're going out," she spoke suddenly.

"Going out?" Mark questioned, as this was quite an unusual, but not unwelcome request.

"Yep, Mum's got company coming round and she said either you got to go or we got to go, so I chose the we option. You do know what fresh air is like don't you?" She commented, shining a spotlight on Marks hermit like habits.

"Yeah okay, well done, you spotted I don't go out much big whoop, what do you want a medal?" He replied sarcastically. He gave her a reassuring grin when he saw the slightly upset look on her face. "Of course I want to go out, I was kind of thinking of asking you anyway, but you seemed quite happy to stay indoors," he shrugged, stating his position on the 'going outside' subject.

"Great! Where do you want to go?" She asked, with a bit less excitement as she continued her sentence.

"I honestly don't mind, its up to you," he said gentlemanly, although he really didn't care because she was bound to choose somewhere nice.

"Um..." she pondered out loud, her gaze shifting skyward and her paw finding its way to the bottom of her chin. She gave great consideration to the best place they could go. She wanted somewhere peaceful, but not too lonely and somewhere they could just walk and talk. She narrowed down the options until she found the perfect place, especially on such a wonderful day like this.

"The park!" She yipped happily and instantly saw a wide smile grow on her lovers face.

"Perfect," He responded softly.

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The park was only five minutes walking distance from Mist's house, meaning in practically no time at all, they were at the thickly black painted wrought iron gates. They looked like something out of a cheesy horror film with an old creepy mansion. A fence of the same style as the gates, stretched all the way around the perimeter of the park.

This one area of the town had been perfectly preserved and had stood the test of time. Whilst the wide area around it grew up and modernised with new, bigger and better building, the relatively small area in the centre stayed untouched by the hand of man and fur alike. It was a literal haven away from the rush of modern life. The park itself consisted of numerous fields of wide-open grassland that was perfect for picnics, a large lake slightly offset to the west, enormous regions of woodland and a single natural path running around and through the entire park. The path was the mainstay whereby everything, within the boundaries of the black iron fence, could be accessed from. From it, anybody could get anywhere they needed to go without any difficulty. Of course, there was always the more fun route of cutting through the forested areas and seeing where you end up.

Mark and Mist stood outside and stared up at the large metal sigh above the gate spelling out the name the park with given, 'WillowWoodWard.' Some said that it should be renamed to something that didn't have so many W's in it, but the community unanimously agreed to keep the name as it is.

Paw in paw, they entered the confines of the fence and immediately found themselves stepping off manmade tarmac and on to pure mother earth. The ground was fairly solid seeing that there had been no recent rains to soften it up. Despite that, it wasn't rough to walk on and didn't cause discomfort to travellers upon its surface. The sun was still beating down hard and showed no signs of waning as the afternoon continued. Mark could definitely feel the heat radiating from the scorching fireball up above, but for some reason it didn't bother him. It felt kind of pleasant to be warmed all over. Mist, having much shorter fur, was coping well.

The couple ambled along the pathway, not really caring where they ended up and just enjoyed being in each other's company. Neither of them could get the joyful smiles off their faces. They swung their paws together being that were still joined. Mist hummed happily, not saying anything and just enjoying the scenery. By now they had reached the edge of the lake, standing and looking out across the vast open water. The ripples made it shimmer and sparkle, gently lapping at the sides of the embankment. It was so quiet and tranquil that one could get lost amongst its beauty.

Mark and Mist sat on the grass a fair distance from the waters edge. Mark pushed his knees up to his body whilst Mist did the same. She rested her head on his shoulder and snuggled up close to him, linking an arm around his. He held her close and stroked her head fur soothingly, sometimes running his fingers through it, making neat little furrows. She purred pleasantly, loving to have that part of her body caressed. Mist could not help it when her eyelids closed over as she slowly began to depart from the world. Mark watched her for a while, continuing to stroke her head and scratch behind her ears. Before he knew it, he too was beginning to feel the effects of sleepiness and the welcoming embrace it brought was just too tempting to resist. He closed his eyes as well and drifted off in to a light sleep, basking in the warming sunshine with his Mist in his arms.

It was not long, although he didn't know how long, before he was awoken by an odd sound. It was a kind of buzzing or possibly whirring sound. It was like a bee was flying in circles around his head purposely trying to annoy him. He tried his best to ignore it and fall back in to his half-sleep state, but the noise was persistent and very irritating. He eventually relented and opened his eyes, getting a blast of bright sun directly in his pupils, causing him to wince in shock and sudden ocular pain. He placed a paw over his forehead, effectively blocking out the sun and shading his eyes from its damming rays. He looked around himself to see what that relentless whirring was, it was so loud that it must have been close. He felt Mist stir slightly in their hugging position, she murmured something inaudible and instinctively cuddled up closer to Mark. He didn't want to wake her, but that noise was getting unbearable. When he listened carefully it seemed to get ever so slightly quieter then louder again.

After checking his general vicinity once more, he could find no obvious signs of anything that could be causing such a racket. He eyes rested up on the lake in front of him and were quickly drawn to movement on the surface. A small toy speedboat powered its way along the water, keeping in perfect balance. He watched intently as it performed interesting manoeuvres on the lake, obviously pointing out that the captain of the vessel was quite skilled. When he thought about it more, he concluded that that was a radio-controlled boat, meaning that the somebody operating it must be close by. Looking around, further in to the distance this time, he saw two familiar shapes approaching him. He smiled when he figured out who they were

"Hello Mark, nice day to be out and about," came the cheery voice of Jimmy, holding a radio remote controller in his black wolf paws. He passed it down to his right where a much smaller version of himself was standing close to his side.

"Hey there Jimmy," Mark replied with a smile.

Mist came round from her catnap, yawning and stretching. Her barely open eyes fell upon the blurry imagine of the black wolf. She blinked in moderate disbelief, having not seeing him when she last had her eyes open.

"Wha..." She mumbled sleepily, not able to put in to words what she wanted to say through a still asleep brain.

"Its nice to see you too Mist," he chuckled lightly, bending over so he could look her in the eyes.

"Got your little bro with you then I see," Mark commented with a grin, leaning to his side so he could look at the young black furred wolf hiding behind his brothers leg. He was basically a replica of his older brother, only much smaller as he was merely five years of age. His name was, Paul, and he had the same black fur as Jimmy. However, having such a large age gap between them made substantial differences. Jimmy looked much more mature and defined, whereas Paul looked very much his age.

"Yeah, little guy wanted to go to the park with his big bro, didn't you squirt?" He looked down at him, being that he was only just about eye level with the middle of his upper leg. He buried his head further in to his brother's leg shying away from the others, even though he knew them.

"Hey there cutie, not going to come out and say hi?" Mist sat up and spoke softly in Paul's direction. He shook his head from side to side, keeping his eyes firmly closed and fixated on Jimmy's leg.

"Go on its Mist, you like Mist, remember what you said to me?" He asked in a slightly mocking tone, knowing that he was embarrassing him. He shook his head violently this time, mumbling something that sounded like, 'shut up!' in a whispering raspy little voice. The teens around him held back fits of giggles, but it was mean laughter.

"What did you say about me Paul?" She inquired pleasantly with a smile. She received another fierce shaking of his head as his reply. "I'll give you a hug and buy you an ice cream if you come out," she tried bribery on the young one, thinking that the temptation of sweet food might convince him.

He did not shake his head this time and stayed perfectly still and quiet. He slowly turned to her, but only so much that one eye was looking at her and the other was still covered by Jimmy's leg. He saw the welcoming smile on her face and his confidence grew. Eventually, he moved away from his brother, although he kept a firm grip on his jeans with one paw. He couldn't look her in the eye and stared down at the ground. He fidgeted on the spot, his cheeks burning red under his black fur. He mumbled something so quietly that not even Jimmy right next to him could hear him.

"Speak up," Mist requested in a calm and sweet tone.

"I said... y-you... were the most beautifulest girl that I ever saw..." he squeaked in his little voice, immediately turning redder and hiding himself among his brothers jeans again. Once more, the teens had to suppress further laughter.

"Well that's very sweet of you Paul," Mist spoke honestly with a wide grin.

"Bet you're jealous Mark," Jimmy remarked casually.

"Huh?" Both Mark and Mist answered in unison. The two of them looked at him in shock, wondering how he knew when they hadn't even mentioned it.

"How did you know?" Mark asked a little dumbfounded, frowning ever so slightly.

He laughed in reply as if it really was a stupid question. They looked at him questioningly, the situation slipping ever further in to darkness. He waved his paws in front of himself in a gesture signalling that he wanted to explain.

"First of all, it's me remember, I knew you two were going out even before you did. Secondly, I've been talking to you guys for like five minutes now and you two just can't keep your eyes off each other. Honestly, its almost insulting that you thought I didn't know," he chuckled merrily with a broad grin across his muzzle.

Mist blushed under his scrutiny and the realisation that their love was now out in the open. Although, Jimmy wasn't that good, he missed out one pretty big detail as far as Mist was concerned. Mark struggled to put in to words what he wanted to say and only found himself stuttering like a gibbering wreck. He looked at Mist who stared right back at him. Their eyes locked as one and were bound together by a magnetic force. Everything else didn't matter at that stage as they became lost in each other.

Mark lent towards Mist and she did the same. Their lips touched and instantly fastened together in a pleasant embrace. It wasn't a short kiss, far from it. Paws drifted mutually up over and around the others back, bringing them in to a tight hug. They had to noisily suck in air through their nostrils to keep the kiss going. Lips smacked lightly and eyes were naturally closed. Their unification was so tender and loving that people watching may have gotten he wrong impression about the couple, although in this case they would have been getting the right impression.

"Geez, break it up! I said I knew, I didn't say I was okay with it!" Jimmy laughed cheerfully loud. Mist couldn't stop herself from giggling, having to break away from her 'secret' lovers lips to do so.

Paul suddenly appeared from out of his brother leg and walked steadily over to Mist. She did not realise his presence until she felt warm black furry arms encircle her neck. She was a little surprised at first to unexpectedly have a weight of fuzz around her like that, but she instantaneously calmed down when she saw that it was him. She returned the hug she was being given with as much strength as he was dishing out, she did promise him after all. Looking over his shoulder she could see his small tail going crazy with excitement. She had to admit how cute he was.

He slipped his arms off from around her neck, staring down at the grass beneath his feet. He was still unable to look her in the eyes. She smiled at the glowing red colour of his checks and ears, even through his black fur the redness managed to show he was that embarrassed. He shuffled around on the spot, not knowing what to do, either run off or stand perfectly still until they get bored of him. He didn't expect what came next. Mist lent over and kissed him softly on the cheek. He made a bashful little squeaky giggle trying his best to shy away from everyone.

"Do you want your ice cream now?" She asked him, although she already new what his answer would be.

"Yeah!" He replied enthusiastically, nodding his head to such a point that it might fall off. His sunbeam smile was charmingly sweet.

The four of them walked in a long line spanning the width of the path, having to go in to single file when the terrain shifted to more wooded areas. Jimmy was carrying the boat under his arm and the controller in one paw, not forgetting to pick it up off the lake. Mark and Mist stood together holding paws, whilst Paul clung to his big brothers free paw, staying firmly at his side.

They reached the wide-open green of land that was at the very east of the park. There were other greens similar, but this one was much larger with the big plus being that it had children's apparatus for the little ones. One of many forested areas stretched right around the north and east sides of the grassland with the large black fence keeping it contained. The park was in use today by a variety of humans and furs, all seeking a different service from the open space. Some came to play with their children, some came to sunbathe and some came to just sit and read in peaceful solitude.

There was a shrill little squeal from a certain over excited little wolf boy, who spied both the ice cream stand and play apparatus all at once. He jumped up and down on the spot making playful childish yipping noises, his tail going made behind him. The teens around him chuckled lightly, remembering back to a time when such things got them that excited.

"Can we go now, can we, can we, can we!?" He squeaked repeatedly, bouncing up and down never letting his feet touch the ground for longer than half a second. He skipped over to Mist, seizing her arm in both of his paws and shaking it. He couldn't look anymore like a puppy if he tried.

"Yes, you silly pup," she smiled and giggled at his infantile behaviour, patting him lightly on the head. He gave her a cute little grin before tearing off down the earthy trail in the direction of the confectionary stand. "Hey wait up!" Mist called cheerfully, running after the fugitive.

"Those two kids, do you think they will ever grow up?" Jimmy asked, shaking his head.

"Well I wouldn't put money on it," Mark laughed light heartedly. He watched as they ran off in to the distance, becoming smaller and smaller as they got further away.

"So, what made you two finally decide to go out together?" Jimmy questioned suddenly and unexpectedly. Mark wasn't prepared for that one, although when he thought about it, he probably should have been.

"I don't know really... it just sort of... happened," his speech was broken as each time he stopped he thought seriously about the question. In a way, it could have been seen as something of an inevitability that they got together, the mutual attraction they shared would have eventually seen to that. But Mark was telling the truth; it did all just happen all of a sudden. "Are you going to be okay with it?" He made an enquiry of his own.

"Hey! What makes you say that?" He chuckled loudly at his accusation.

"Oh come off it Jimmy! You know as well as I do that you've fancied her for as long as I have," he said with a lessening amount of enthusiasm as his sentence continued.

"Yeah, but you got in their first didn't you," he spoke a little more seriously now, losing his smile.

"What do you mean?" Mark asked with genuine puzzlement and a look of confusion.

"I can remember that look on your face when she entered our classroom on the very first day of junior school. We were only seven back then, but I could tell straight away what that look meant, although I didn't have a word to describe it back then," his demeanour seemed to change to that of somebody of great wisdom.

"And do prêt ell what the look on my face showed to those expert eyes of yours," he grinned, his voice a mocking tone.

"Love," he simply said. Mark did not reply, his expression turned instantly sad. "I saw it back then and I see it now," he commented 'matter of factly.'

Love... Mist loved him... but was she too late...

"Was it really that obvious?" Mark asked, still sounding quite solemn and shaking his head briskly to wipe clean his thoughts.

"Oh man, you looked like Cupid gave you a whack over the head with a sledgehammer Mark," he laughed a little, but not much. He looked over at Mark and Mark looked back over at his friend. "I'm just glad you two have finally hooked up, I mean, can you imagine... I had to restrain myself for six years without snapping her up, but I knew you wanted her more," he smiled warmly, stopping simultaneously with Mark.

"Thanks man," he said with a similar warm smile.

"Just do me a favour yeah... treat her right, don't go breaking her heart," his voice was mirthless, cold even and he gave him a look of seriousness that made his statement loud and clear. Mark nodded his head in reply, understanding what his good friend meant.

A long period of silence passed between them, they just walked towards the other half of their group. Until Mark was reminded of something, he wasn't sure why he remembered, but he didn't really care about the why.

"That reminds me, where were you Sunday and why didn't you turn up at Mist's house?" He asked with genuine interest.

"Ay? What are you on about?" He replied with a perplexed smile, lifting one eyebrow.

"Mist invited us both over for a sleepover Sunday and you didn't..." he trailed off as realisation dawned upon him. 'That deceitful cat!' He thought, laughing inwardly.

"You've been played by a master Mark," he grinned broadly, shaking his head lightly.

"Yeah," he replied rather silently through a short exhale.

It was not a minute later that they were reunited with Mist and Paul. Mist was holding three ice cream cones, two vanilla and one chocolate. Paul was clutching the fourth in his little paws, licking at the large chocolate sphere atop the yellowy wafer cone. He was smiling from ear to ear, nearly purring as his tiny tongue worked over time on the already melting ice cream in his paws.

"There you go lads," Mist said appropriately, passing both Jimmy and Mark an ice cream each. She gave Jimmy the chocolate one, as she knew that was his preferred flavour and gave Mark one of the two vanilla cones.

"Thanks Mist," they both gratefully thanked her in semi-unison. Mark immediately slipped a paw in to his jeans pocket to fetch his wallet. Mist placed a paw on his arm, effectively stopping him from moving. He looked at her with an expression that conveyed what he wanted to say. She just shook her head and grinned at him.

"That's your treat," she said authoritatively. She lent forwards, close to his ear. "You've already given me mine," she whispered lustily, giving his ear a quick lick that went unnoticed by anyone else. Mark couldn't help himself when he blushed a little; thankfully it was quite well hidden under his fur.

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It was late in the evening before all four friends departed to their homes; obviously Jimmy and Paul went to the same home. Mark figured that the sun would start to set in about half an hour. He was smiling to himself, unable to stop smiling in fact. He mused over the last few wonderful hours of his life, thinking about how he could have spent the day indoors and missed it. Everything he did today was just either a barrel of laughs, an indisputably fun time or a mixture of both. He was able to spend time with his girlfriend, holding paws and sneaking kisses, whilst messing around with them all as well.

He opened the front door to his humble abode, stepping inside and breathing in noisily through his nose, closing his eyes as he did. He took in the scent of his home; it smelt familiar and very welcoming. He exhaled loudly, slowly opening his eyes once more. It felt good to be home, no matter how much fun he had outside today. Liz appeared from the kitchen, obviously having heard Mark enter.

"Hello there Mark, haven't seen you all day, over at Mist's house I heard. You've been spending quite a bit of time with her recently," Liz spoke nominally.

"Yeah, we have fun together," he answered her observation casually.

"Although I do encourage independence, it is sometimes courteous to ring me when you're going to miss dinner," she said a little more sternly. Mark's ears folded back slightly, his invincible smile was firmly whipped from his muzzle. He had completely forgotten about things back at home, one being that his mum usually had dinner ready for a about six. His was actually kind of hopeful that she didn't keep it for him, since he had eaten fish and chips whilst he was out.

"Oh... um... sorry about that," he apologised in hope of forgiveness, trying to grin his way out of it.

"Well..." she thought it through with a little hum. "I guess I'll let you slide just this once, but I want a phone call next time you pull something like this, okay?" She said, a bit lighter in her tone of voice.

"Thanks mum and don't worry, I will," he showed his appreciation through I renewed smile.

"I suppose you probably ate while you were out, so you can have the dinner from tonight for lunch tomorrow, is that okay with you?" She asked him with a raised eyebrow as a caution signal to her son. He just nodded his reply, knowing that it was not a good idea to complain. She ruffled his head fur, getting a small whine of displeasure.

She walked back in to the kitchen to finish the ironing she had started a while ago. Mark breathed a gentle exhale, releasing his pent up dread. He thought he was done for; family meals were something of an importance in his household. Feeling his mood scathed, but sotherwise intact, he headed towards the stairs.

"Oh Mark," he heard Liz call from behind. He turned to face his mother, who had her upper body sticking out from the kitchen doorway. "We had Spaghetti for dinner, I hope you don't mind having that cold tomorrow?" She spoke with a concealed amount of humour.

"Yeah... fine thanks," he replied, sounding less than keen. When she disappeared behind the door again, Mark immediately cringed at the thought of cold pasta. It wasn't his favourite food even when it was hot, but cold it was just unbearable. He shrugged it off and decided he would figure a way out of eating it when the time came.

He climbed the stairs with speed, grabbing on to the banister each two steps he leapt up. He reached the top with a mild weightless thump, spinning around the corner and heading towards Hazel's room, which was in fact his room temporarily. When he reached the door he placed his paw on the door handle and pulled downwards. He tried pushing the door open, but it stopped with a firm thud. He pushed again and the door hardly budged. 'That's weird?' he thought to himself, her door was never usually locked. He was about to knock, but before he could he suddenly stopped himself, pulling his paw away from the white wooden entrance. He concluded that the door was obviously locked for a reason, since it was abnormal.

He decided to leave her be for now, it sounded selfish to him, but he wanted to keep his euphoric mood for as long as possible and dealing with this was not helping him achieve that. He walked back down the landing and came across Charlie's room. His door was open a crack, a thin stream of light poured out of the opening. That devious peace of Mark's brain was talking to him again, telling him to have peek. It was a true thrill last time he spied on his brother and besides, it wasn't harming anyone. He hoped for it to happen again and maybe steal another look of him in his naked form.

He went for it, checking up and down the landing to make sure he was in fact alone. He moved sneakily up to the door, lying flat against the wall at first. He waited a few seconds to make certain that his movements went unheard. He slid his way along the wall and angled his head so that he could look between the gap. He sighed quietly when his hopes were dashed, even when he craned his neck he could still see no sign of him. It was then that his brain started telling him that he was doing wrong. Sometimes he really hated that little other voice that told him right from wrong, it didn't half make him feel dirty. He scowled at the gap he was still looking through. Then his expression turned thoughtful as he calculated a couple of things. He could have sworn he hadn't seen his brother in the house, he doesn't go anywhere in the house anyway and he wouldn't be down stairs in the lounge with Derek either. Charlie was effectively missing and his sister was in her bedroom with the door locked. Two quite out of the ordinary things.

"What are you doing?" A sudden voice came from behind him. His heart skipped a beat, as he was both startled and horrified that somebody had caught him peeping in on his brother, although he wasn't actually there. He spun around on his heels in the direction of the speaker. In a way he was thankful that it was Hazel and not Charlie, but it was still going to be difficult to get out of this one. His mind went in to overdrive trying to think of a good excuse, all the time he was just standing there gawking with his mouth open a little.

"W-well I-I um..." he stuttered pathetically, squeezing and rubbing at his paws. Hazel said nothing; instead she crossed her arms and had to hold back a bit of a giggle, because he was quite a comic spectacle.

"H-have you seen Charlie?" Mark finally composed himself enough to complete a proper sentence.

"Yeah, he went out earlier, why, do you need him?" She answered him clearly, but asked a question of her own, curious to see how he would respond.

"No its nothing, I just wanted to talk to him was all," he told her nonchalantly, regaining his calm and silently thanking his brain for not failing him.

"Where you outside my door earlier?" She asked yet another question.

"Yeah, sorry I wanted to talk with you for a bit, that's why I went to find Charlie," he smiled inwardly, thinking that his story held together perfectly. Hazel was less than convinced, but she wasn't about to make any accusations, yet.

"Your door was locked, you never have it locked, what was up with that?" Mark counter questioned her, hoping to pry some nervousness or information out of her for a change.

"I was taking a nap and didn't want to be disturbed, guess that plan worked out well then," she said with a simple front of mock anger.

"Oh, sorry," he apologised, honestly feeling bad for waking her.

"Well since I am awake and mum and dad are down stairs..." she trailed off her sentence and gave Mark a seductive little smile. She turned around and swished her tail enticingly, swaying her hips. She looked back over her shoulder with that same smile and disappeared behind her door.

Already Mark's body began to react to her feminine display of sexual prowess. That twinge in his lower region signalling his arousal became too difficult to contain. He followed her in to her bedroom, the smile once again finding his mouth. When he entered the room, he did not immediately see her. He heard the click of the door behind him and the clack of the lock being slipping in to place. He turned around to come face to face with his beloved sister.

"I hope you don't mind the door being locked?" She asked playfully, throwing her arms around him and bringing him close in to an embrace.

"Well now that you mention it-" he tried to speak, but was cut off quickly by a familiar pair of lips.

Hazel had forced herself upon him, holding him tight and kissing him for all she was worth. Her paws explored his whole back, caressing and smoothing him. One paw drifted up to the back of his head and held him firmly in place while her lips worked their magic. She could feel him doing some exploration of his own. She felt her tail being taken in to both his paws, stroking from base to white fluffy tip in one long swift movement. She murred in to the kiss, parting her lips to allow their tongues access to the others mouth.

His paws moved fluently to her delicate rump, slipping underneath her jeans and panties to cup each plump cheek. He squeezed lightly, causing her to yip quietly. His long fox tongue slid over her saliva enriched one, tasting her mouth of its glorious flavours. They both had their eyes closed and lost themselves in the moment. Through the fondling and kissing there was a deep sense of love, trust and belonging that each participant felt whole-heartedly. They didn't want to be anywhere else because it felt too good and too right where they were.

Still in their hugging embrace, they moved unhurriedly towards her bed. The sound of slapping lips filled the air, creating an ambience of desire. Almost as if their bodies instinctively knew where everything was in the room they soon bumped against the soft mattress of the easily recognizable bed. Simultaneously, they climbed on top it, only breaking the kiss and cuddle for a few seconds at a time to get comfortable.

Hazel lay on her back, allowing her little brother to fall atop her with his furry legs and arms spread either side. Mark held himself just above her, keeping in close contact with her warm lips at all times. He was so close that Hazel could feel his erection straining in its fabric prison to escape. She felt it press up against her lower belly, enticing a small damp patch to grow in her concealed panties. It was getting far too hot to stay in clothes for much longer; dehydration would probably strike before anything else if this continued.

She had to forcibly push her lusty counterpart off her, not only fighting him but also her need to continue as well. He cocked his head and gave her a confused look, obviously wondering why she would stop such a good time. She smiled at him reassuringly, repressing a giggle at his expression of pure need.

"Is it hot in here or is it just me?" She asked with that little seductive smile across her muzzle.

"Do you have to be so cliché?" Mark answered plainly, rolling his eyes jokingly.

"Do you want to have sex tonight?" She said with a note of surprise in her tone, although she was intentionally saying that to see his reaction.

Mark's eyes widened and his ears flattened at the very thought, he hungered so desperately for release that he couldn't gamble that she wasn't being serious. Knowing her she was being deadly serious and he knew that she could hold out longer than he could. He quickly shook his head in foreboding of the consequences of talking back. She giggled at her brother's submissive display of affection and stroked his cheek. He looked so damn cute when he was like this that it was worth doing it on purpose to make him do it. She licked his face fur lovingly, kissing his nose and then his lips. Mark's fears melted away and lust replaced everything inside his body once more.

The next thing he felt was his sister's nimble finger clutching his jeans buttons. The very top one popped open and already a great amount of tightness was released from his groin. A few more buttons followed the first one and soon the crotch of his jeans was fully parted. His stiff penis sprang out in between the gap, but was unfortunately still trapped beneath his boxer shorts. Even the comparatively thin cotton boxers were awfully uncomfortable. The urge for freedom was overwhelming, he strained and ached for it, his shaft pulsating to try and shuck its fabric incarceration.

Despite his feeling, which he ignored, he took Hazel's earlier hint about the heat and started to strip her. Her plain pink t-shirt was quickly tugged up above her head and thrown aside. She breathed a sigh of relief as cool air flooded over her body, making her fur tingle. Her jeans were soon to follow her top on the floor, leaving her in only her underwear. She looked so gorgeous; everything about her was just perfect. Her well-sized breasts cupped and exuberated by her bra sat neatly on her chest. Her hips were just right, not being too big or too small. The same went from her flawlessly sculpted bottom, sitting pretty under guard by her thick full fluffy tail. Her slim figure was the envy of many and even her subtle shade of orange fur was absolutely perfect. Her cute ears and sparkling eyes were only out matched by her smile. He fell in love with her smile first, before any other part of her.

His paws tickled their way up her body, teasing her with his soft touch. She giggled and squirmed under him as he reached all the way to her chest with his fingers. She lifted off the bed slightly allowing him to reach around behind her back and unclasp her bra. He had gotten pretty good at doing this and within seconds the white piece of attire was on the floor. Her feathery mounds bounced with the removal of their constrictor, they almost resembled a jelly (jello) like substance. He leant over and kissed each nipple in turn. She quivered from the feeling of wet lips over her pert nipples and whimpered lightly. With a long lick, Mark skilfully skimmed his tongue up and over her entire breast. She tasted mildly of salty sweat, but it was in no way bad. When the tip of his tongue flicked over her erect nipple, she shuddered once more, letting a little moan escape her muzzle. He repeated the same process with her other breast, getting exactly the same reaction.

Hazel's panties were soaking wet and getting itchy with her fluids. Her once white cotton panties had become marred with her sexual juices and her pheromone scent filled the air around them, causing a few deep inhales from Mark. She could feel the electricity growing inside her body, arousing all her senses to formidable heights. Everything seemed to be amplified. His heavy scent and his soothing touch became more potent and invigorating by the minute. She urgently needed to be pleasured, her loins cried out for attention that they so richly deserved.

She grabbed his wandering paw and directed it to her lower region. He gave her a coy grin as he got the message loud and clear. Mark could feel the dampness of her shielded sex and the immense amount of heat it produced. He groaned at the calming feel of her sodden cotton panties. His member jumped inside his boxers, straining to be released and pleasured. Hooking his fingers around the trim of her underwear, he slowly pulled them down her furry orange legs. He reached her ankles where his arm could stretch no further and let go of them. Hazel kicked them off her feet and off the bed altogether in one swift motion. Her intoxicating scent overpowered the younger foxes sensitive nose and things got hazy. Sight and smell seemed to blur in to one, he could almost see the colours of her sexual aroma. He breathed it in deep, closing his eyes with his chest heaving outwards taking in as much as his lungs could handle. It was a drinkable bouquet for his nostrils and it turned him on so much that he thought his boxer shorts might rip at the seams from his fully sized and pounding erection.

She lay completely naked before him, her young supple breasts creating a mound shaped shadow over her belly and her pussy that dripped with anticipation. She looked so adorable and loving that Mark felt a twinge of pain when he thought about him and Mist being together. He shook his head, not wanting to feel anguish at such a time. He refocused on his beloved sister, his eyes trailing her body like they had done a million times before, but he never tired of such a wonderful sight.

His right paw once again found its way to between her legs. He leant over so that he could kiss her and stroke her whilst he was pleasuring her. The first touch was electric, even though it was no more than a gentle brushing, it still brought forth a whimpering moan. He loved that little whimper she did, he found it so cute. He brushed over her opening again, only this time his finger slipped a little deeper in to her puffy folds. He could feel her quiver all over at the sensation of his simple furry finger. Once more Mark lightly swept over her glowing sex, three fingers going to work this time. His middle digit slid between her petals, whilst the one fingers either side stroked her swollen out lips. A panting gasp of a breath could be heard over all else as Hazel's body tightened up. She stayed taut for a while, the teasing fingers of her brother toyed with her like she was his puppet. She was at his full mercy and prayed that he was in a benevolent mood fearing she might never get to cum.

Mark could sense her need and felt that he had made her suffer all he was willing to inflict. He kissed her softly on the lips; connecting with her on such a intimate level was amazing. It was then that his finger finally found its intended target, plunging in suddenly and deep. It was only one finger, but Hazel still moaned like it was the full length of his cock. Mark suppressed a chuckle at the thought that she actually needed this as bad as he did. His inserted digit scooped upwards and tickled her clenching walls. He knew he could do better and slipped a second finger in to her, accommodated quite neatly but with plenty of room left. Her vaginal muscles got a rigorous workout as they squeezed and tugged on his furry fingers. He pulled back slowly, then thrust his paw back in to her with surprising speed. Her juices gushed out of her manipulated sticky hole, feeling unbelievable pleasure mounting. The tip of her tail, even though the rest was trapped underneath her body, twitched erratically at the rising feeling of bliss.

She nearly climaxed right then and there when the third and final finger was fully introduced. Now there were three full fingers driving in and out of her mound. She moaned into the kiss she was receiving and had to break away for much needed air. Her groaning was becoming far too loud and she had to bite down on his shoulder, effectively stopping them from kissing. She had a good mouthful of his shoulder fluff and crunched down upon it, although not hard enough to cause any serious pain.

Mark could feel his paw being sucked on by his sisters clenching cunt walls, drawing him in to go faster. The area of his body where she was biting started to vibrate as Hazel screamed in to his fur. She had reached her hovering climax with a sudden amount of force. Her whole body clamped together as if she was trying to curl into a ball. Marks paw became sopping wet with his sister's fluids that seemed to stream out of her. The sticky clear liquid ran around the paw hammering her pussy and connected underneath it, only to slither with a glistening trail all the way down her bum crack. She moaned louder and writhed in ecstasy as she continued to cum hard. It wasn't the best orgasm she had ever had, but then again this wasn't going to be her first tonight.

When she finally calmed down, her body released its pent up tension. Her limbs went limp and she released Mark's shoulder from her jaws. Her breathing was stammered and shallow at best, trying to fuel her thirsty lungs. By now her juices had reached the bed sheets and were soaking through to the mattress as she panted. Her eyes were smartly closed and her chest heaved with every breath. She could feel her lover pull his paw out and away, leaving her hot sex to feel the surprising cold, although it was an exceptionally warm night. She felt her lips connect with his and she returned his kiss with as much energy as she could muster.

"God you're beautiful," Mark's voice sang through the still of the night, cutting air like a knife through butter.

"I know you are... but what am I," she giggled, albeit a little breathlessly.

Mark licked her tenderly, one quick lick per cheek then a big slow one up her chin, over her lips and nose. She finally opened her eyes and she squinted at him. The room was dark because of the long ago set sun and closed curtains, but light seemed to somehow eminent from her guardian angel above her. They smiled at each other warmly, feeling safety and love in the others company.

Mark raised himself off his sister, pulling off his t-shirt and throwing it to the floor. His paws moved down to his boxers, hooked the trim and they were pulled down and whipped off from his legs. His stiff erection stood proudly between his legs with his furry sac nestling below. Hazel spread her legs for him, giving clear access to her soaking pussy. He placed his paws softly on her hips, positioning himself in between her legs. He lined his tip up with her tender folds. She whimpered in delight as his shaft pushed past her outer lips, spreading them apart to accommodate the foreign object. Hazel's paws stroked up his arms sensuously, swirling his fur around with her fingertips. He looked at her and she looked at him, giving him a reassuring smile.

He went slowly, taking his time to force himself inside her tightly constricting sex. He grunted as another inch was pushed inside. He could feel her walls stretch around his member, clinging to it lustily. When he reached half way he found the resistance to increase ever more, putting up a strong front against his invasion. It almost caused both of them pain as he tried again and again, reaching a little bit further each time he thrust. Eventually though, he could go no further. His groin connected with hers with a light bump of fur. She was filled quite perfectly by him, widening her passage to almost breaking point. She groaned at him, tilting her head and feeling utterly satisfied with Mark buried to the hilt within her.

The combination of her heat, wetness and tightness, provided everything to give him maximum stimulation. It was an incredible feeling that he just couldn't get enough of. It was like a drug to him, something so powerfully needed that his body might have been affected if he didn't get his fix. Fortunately, for Mark, this particular drug never seemed to be in short supply.

He loved every minute of being inside her, feeling so complete like he was meant to belong there. But gradually he started to pull back out, her cunt walls sucking on him as if trying to stop him from escaping. He drew out all the way, leaving not a single part of his cock inside her. The night air instantly wrapped around his thoroughly heated shaft. He shivered from the bitter winds and his member twitched. Without warning, he slammed back in to his sister, taking himself to the hilt in one swift movement. He grunted and growled a little as his animalistic urges played havoc with his body. He only wanted and needed one thing, and that was to fuck her.

He withdrew completely once more, but rammed back in to her only moments later. He went crashing forcefully in to her groin, burying himself once more. His whole penis felt a tingling pleasure rising up and down in a pulsing motion. He could feel the insides he penetrated hold on to him for dear life, gripping around his cock.

He took his paws from her hips and slid them up her body. He moved over her chest, stopping to cup and play with her breasts. His thumbs and index finger trapped her nipples and he squeezed gently. She moaned long and loud, although trying to keep her volume down. She clawed on to the bed sheets and twisted the clumps she had gathered in to unrecognisable knots. Mark lent over and flicked his tongue across her nipples, sometimes licking his way around them. Whilst still thrusting in to her and licking her breasts affectionately, his paws travelled upwards and clung to her shoulders.

He suddenly sat bolt upright as if he was startled by something, but his eyes displayed something different. It was hot fiery passion that coursed through his veins now, he had been taken over by the demon. The god of lust possessed him and it drove him wild. His speed grew rapidly in a matter of seconds and his thrusting became more ferocious. He pounded at his sisters love tunnel with all his might, sending his shaft sliding quickly in and out.

Each time he hilted himself within her depths she groaned out her immense pleasure. That wonderful feeling of rising bliss grew ever stronger in her nether regions. She could not believe what had come over her bother, he was always so gentle. But now he was fucking her with all his strength. She loved it, she had never been taken so rough in her life before and it was glorious. To just feel a continuous hammering of stiff cock, filling her completely was ecstasy. It was not long before she could hold off no more and her orgasm rocked her world. She shook violently, her paws grasping the bed sheets and nearly ripping them to shreds. She couldn't control her screaming, a long echoing and earth-shaking moan forced its way out of her mouth. Mark had to bend over and plant his lips on hers to create a tight seal that no amount of screaming could break.

She came so hard that her juices rocketed out of her, spilling from the sides of their coupling and on to the bedcovers. Sticky slapping noises now reverberated throughout the room every time they connected.

He hilted again and again extending her climax and making her squeal louder. Mark could feel his own imminent orgasm intensifying. His feral lovemaking caused his brain to go completely blank. He could only see white hot flashes across the front of his eyes. Large droplets of sweat poured from his body, he felt his skin searing like he was on the surface of the sun.

Hazel purposefully used her inner muscles to constrict rhythmically around her brothers length. She could feel his mad twitches of pleasure inside her, even through her climax-clouded mind. Mark's balls lifted up against the bottom of his shaft and he finally erupted within his sister, streams of sperm ejecting from his tip. He covered her walls in layers of his hot semen, firing his load with his pulsating tool. At the feeling of having her brother cumming inside her depths she reached her peak again. It didn't last as long, but it was as powerful as her last one. Her screams had to be once again muffled by his lips as he moaned in to her throat. They groaned and grunted together as each new thrust sent another spray of semen down her love tunnel.

Marks world filled with ultimate bliss as he came, jetting squirt after squirt of sticky fluids into the place it belonged. Each spurt brought him wonderful orgasmic pleasures, making his spine shiver and his paws shake. He could feel his own produce in his sister's pussy, clinging to her and sticking to him as well. Their fur was matted terribly around their crotches, as their combined love had leaked out helplessly.

Marks whole body shuddered with the last few ejaculations, which were a lot less potent than the ones that preceded them. He climax slowly died away, although he could still feel the milking affect of his sisters cunt walls rippling up and down his hilted member. Mark's temperature had risen a mind-boggling amount, the sweat flowed freely from his face and clung to the rest of his body. He was well and truly spent and as the last drip of cum was pumped out, he collapsed on top of her. He did not bother to pull out, much too tired to do so.

They panted, desperately fighting for air and against the will to sleep. Mark's breathing was hard and hesitant, coming in sharp quick intakes. He cringed as his lungs tried to painfully refill, drawing in air at a rapid pace. Hazel just wheezed below him, taking her time after so many strong orgasms.

The heavy scent of sex drifted around the room making their carnal connect obvious to anyone who should happen to stumble across it. They knew they had to do something about it, it wasn't time for bed yet and their parents would be getting suspicious if they didn't turn up for supper sooner or later. But they were too knackered to do anything; even simple breathing was proving a struggle.

Eventually, with a combined effort, Mark was rolled off to the side. His softening penis followed him and a thick sticky trail led from him to her. They both tilted their head towards one another and stared deep in to each other's eyes. Warm smiles in the afterglow shone brightly in the twilight of Hazel's room. Their paws found one another and they gripped loosely between them.

"Love you..." Mark whispered breathlessly.

"Love you more..." Hazel replied with a weak grin.

They could not allow themselves to fall to sleep; the vast mess around them was more than enough evidence to convict them. They had to stay awake, although it proved difficult. Mark placed a paw on her matted clammy cheek fur and stroked affectionately, both lovers murred pleasantly as the night drew ever steeper in to final blackness.

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Thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoyed.

To save those of you, who want to know when the next one will be completed, from asking, I can tell you, expect the next chapter and in fact all chapters after that, to be posted around about the end of each month.

Oh yeah, I expect you've all noticed, but the title 'Taboo Love' works (in a way) with the love between Mark and Mist because he shouldn't really be having a relationship with her. Just thought I'd point that out ;)