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I never considered myself a bad person. I never went out of my way to make people feel unwelcome, I never tried hurting anyone who has done me wrong, yet still I have a weakness most "good" people do not have. That weakness is my eleven-year-old foster sister. I try not to think of her as anything more than the young vixen I have come to know as "little sis", but no matter how hard I try I find myself looking over her young body when nobody else notices, pleasuring myself to the almost daily thoughts of being with her, then feeling horrible for myself afterwards. What kind of "good person" would want to have sex with an eleven year old?

My sister's name is Sophie, and though she was adopted (as obvious by our species, me being a goat and her being a fox) and only in the family for less than a year, we considered her part of the family. She was comfortable enough around my parents to call them Mom and Dad, and even referred to me as her brother. Her mother was long gone, abandoning her and her father months after birth. Her father was now in prison for abusing her. We never pushed the subject of her abuse to avoid possibly setting her off, but I have had my curiosities. She wasn't very social, but had complete loyalty in and of her group of friends and her new family.

And as much as I hated to admit it, she is an attractive girl. Her body was lean and athletic, and she already sprouted a small set of breasts. They are still too small to require a bra, so at times I could see her small nipples poking through the fabric of a thin t-shirt. Her large, bushy tail often covers up an impressive backside for someone so young, and I often find myself gazing at it whenever I see her in tight jeans or her volleyball spandex.

Despite having these feelings, I've never tried anything one might consider "creepy," other than pawing to thoughts of her. I have never peeked in on her in the shower or stolen panties from her. I never drugged her and had fun with her as she slept. She is, however, a free spirit. She has no problems with being naked, and often walks past my open door in nothing but a towel around her hair. She'd say "Hey, bro," and keep walking, but sometimes she stood in my doorway and holds a conversation. It was hard to keep my eyes from traveling over her body, and I did catch a few looks if something distracted her.

It's worse when we were alone. No parents meant nobody telling her to put clothes on. With nobody around to say no, she paced the house naked all the time. She encouraged me to go nude with her, but I always said no and quietly play with myself later. She did notice that I never protested like my parents, I'd just protest stripping down. To which she'd usually say, "It's not like I haven't already seen you naked," then she'd remind me of the time I walked from the shower to my room without knowing she was on the couch and watching the whole time. She'd then say, "You have a nice body. One I wouldn't want to hide if I were a boy." I put it off as playful teasing, and didn't catch at all what she wanted.

Now with a week alone with her, the longest we have been without supervision, things started to click. She wanted me to see her naked. She wanted to see me naked. Maybe she even knew I had a crush on her. I figured with a week alone, we could finally get all of this out of our system, I could stop pawing off to her, and she might finally stop wandering naked around the house.

Sure enough, as soon as my parents left, she made her way to her room and came back in nothing, giving a little stretch as she exited. Her body was on full display, and I didn't shy away. I would usually go to my room at this point and leave the house to her, but this time I looked back and sighed. "Are you really gonna do a week of this?" I asked.

"Yup," she said with a giggle. "What about you? Are you gonna hang out in your room and avoid me all week?"

"Nope," I said. "I might even join you. When in Rome, right?"

The answer seemed to surprise her a little bit, but she made her way over to the couch I was on, climbed over the top, and sat down opposite of me. "Is that so?"

"Yeah. I'll grab a quick shower, and then I'll join you in your little nudy adventures," I said, standing up and looming over her with a grin.

She simply nodded and smiled. "Good. I wouldn't want to spend a week pretty much on my own."

With that I did as I said I would. I headed over to the bathroom, my cock already hard from looking at her, though I doubt she saw it. I pawed off twice while in there, once before the shower and once in the shower. I was confident that I couldn't get hard if I wanted to, and then headed out.

She was lying on the couch, her nude form on display once again as her eyes went over to my body. She let out a whistle and giggled. "See? Freeing, isn't it?"

I chuckled and nodded. "A little bit, I suppose. " I made my way to the couch, where she lifted her legs up to give me a spot to sit. She also gave me a nice look at her sweet little pussy. Part of me wanted to lie down on the couch and eat her cunt. Another part wanted me to pull her legs apart and fuck her senseless. The third part ignored the other two and tried convincing me I couldn't, even if I wanted to. Then I felt a familiar twinge in my cock. I quickly took the seat offered to me, hoping that my already growing arousal would die down as I got used to it, all the way up to the point she let her feet go back down on my thigh mere inches from my cock and balls.

I breathed deeply, or as deeply as I could without alerting her, and focused on the movie she had on the TV. Soon enough the arousal went away, but everything was more sensitive. With each shift of her body, her feet rubbed my thigh, and even bumped my cock and balls more than once. Soon enough, all I could think about was her, even as I tried avoiding it. I could have excused myself and left, but when I looked at her she seemed more intrigued by the movie than my cock. But as I looked over her, my eye wandered over her body. Her cute little pussy, those budding breasts, her soft fur... I couldn't stop myself.

I let out a soft sigh and started rubbing her leg, starting at her calf before making it up to her knee. She let out a soft sigh as well and arched her back, and when I looked over to her she had a smile on her face as she watched the movie. I bit my lip as I continued up her thigh. I took my time on her thigh, feeling the soft flesh and firm muscles beneath the fur as my hand traveled higher and higher. She was breathing a bit heavier and her legs have spread a bit, showing me her needy lips. Her folds shown through her lips just a little bit and a tiny but swollen clit poked out through her hood. I almost lost control then, but I let out a little gasp as I felt a little foot rubbing my already erect shaft. I looked down and her eyes met mine, a playful grin on her face as she rubbed up and down along my shaft. I held back nothing after that and rubbed a pair of fingers over her slit.

She moaned softly and cutely as my fingers danced around her cunny. Her legs spread even more, and she moved in closer so she could use both feet. I moaned out and thrusted up between them. Though this was my first foot job, I could tell she loved teasing me with them, almost as much as I loved pushing a finger inside her little hole. Her walls clamped invitingly around my finger, and with such a small entrance it was only a matter of time before I found her g-spot. As she squirmed and gripped my finger, I moaned and thrusted between her feet.

As my finger pumped in and out of her hole, I eased a second one in to help with the first. My thumb rubbed circles around her clit as I thrusted them between her open petals. At the same time, I felt one foot slide along the underside of my cock as the toes of the other gripped around my cock head. "I wanted this for a long time..." I moaned down to her.

"So did I..." she moaned back. She was getting close, and so was I. I gripped her feet together with my free hand and started fucking between them as I added a third finger to her cunt. I didn't know who would cum first, but soon enough I felt her cunt squeeze down and force my fingers out of her hole, along with a flood of juices. I continued rubbing my thumb against her clit.

As I came to mine, I stopped rubbing her clit and gripped her feet with both hands. He let out a weak giggle as my cum rocketed out of my cock, more of it landing on my chest and belly than her feet. I kept thrusting for a little bit, feeling my seed run between her arches and make each thrust a little more pleasurable.

I eventually slowed down my thrusts, my cock still nice and hard after she made me cum. I reached a hand over and rubbed her slit playfully. "Let's go to my room so we don't make a mess." She giggled as I picked her up from the couch and took her back to my room, my lips joining hers on occasion as I carried her in. I sat her on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of her, lifting and spreading her legs open. My eyes went from her wet little snatch to her eyes as I leaned in and licked, making her suck air through her teeth and let it out in a moan.

I lapped away at her cunt, my hands rubbing over her thighs as I went. Her nipples had perked out just over her fur, so my hands left her thighs and rubbed up to those cute little buds. I used my finger and thumb to rub, flick, and pinch them as I ate her out. When she was good and ready, I stood up and lined my cock up with her pussy. She smiled up to me and kissed under my chin, then I lowered my mouth to join her in another. My tip throbbed against her entrance as I eased my hips forward and my cock inside. She let out a cute moan and reached up for my shoulders, gripping them tightly as I pushed in until my balls rubbed against her and my tip rubbed her cervix. She looked at me, her mouth agape and panting in total bliss as I started to thrust.

Her little cunt was tight, but surprisingly accommodating for my size. I wrapped my arms under her thighs and started thrusting in and out, using a little leverage to help make her bounce off my cock. A soft moan escaped as her hands joined behind my neck, holding her up to me as I fucked her. "James... Fuck me..." she moaned out. Her words drove me on to fuck her harder as my length throbbed inside her. My pace increased until the sounds of our hips slapping together filled the room with the sounds of our pleasured moans. I held myself up inside her depths and ground around a little bit to give us time to adjust before I started thrusting harder and deeper. My tip slammed against her cervix with each thrust, driving me wild each time. "I don't know how long I'll last..."

"Just cum..." the vixen moaned to me "I'm safe..."

I pounded into her a few more times before lying down on top of her. I joined her in another kiss as I pounded into her until I came again. We both moaned out in bliss as her cunt worked to milk my cock by squirting and squeezing as hot loads of seed poured into her depths directly into her womb.

We both panted deeply, my cock still buried in her depths as my seed leaked out of her stretched hole. We joined in another quick kiss as I slowly pulled out. My length, finally spent, drooped almost instantly the moment it left her hole. I went down on her sensitive hole again, cleaning away my seed to her pleasure. After, it was her turn, and she wasted no time in sucking my softening cock clean of any cum. I used an already dirty shirt to wipe my seed off of her feet, but I still carried her back to the living room.

I laid behind her on the couch with her cuddled to my chest as we watched another movie. I would occasionally kiss her neck, shoulder, and cheek as we laid together. Thoughts came to mind over what had just happened, namely small things I missed the first time. At first, it was a dilemma of an eighteen year old goat fucking his younger adopted sister. Then came the thoughts of details. By no means was she a virgin, like one would expect of an eleven year old. That and she said she was "safe" to cum inside. Add a history of abuse, and I have a decent guess as to what happened to her.

I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. Maybe I took advantage of her by having sex with her. I had to know what happened, if for nothing than to know what happened.

"What happened with your family?"

I could see the pleased little smile she had disappear and form a frown. "My father was an alcoholic. My mother feared him to the point that she had to leave him, but she left me as well. After that..." she sighed and closed her eyes. "He used me to take out all of his frustrations. Physical, emotional... and sexual."

"Sorry I brought it up..." I said softly. "I didn't want to bring up any bad mem-"

"No, its fine," she said softly, her eyes open and watering but a smile on her face. "I wanted to have sex with you, I really did. I like you, okay? You don't have to feel guilty, and if you want to stop at this, we will, and nobody has to find out."

I smiled back and kissed her cheek. "Still... I'm sorry for bringing it up." Then came the question of her safety. "Is that why you take birth control?"

The smile disappeared again. "Actually, I can't get pregnant. Not anymore at least. My father... he got me pregnant. That's how he was arrested, 'cause I couldn't hide my belly. I was about six months along when they found out. They said she ended up damaging my womb and ovaries, then I ended up losing her anyways. "

That sick feeling came back harder. I hugged my little sis close and kissed her cheek. "S-sorry..." I said meekly. I had nothing to add, as I knew it was a stupid assumption on my part. I should have just shut up. Her soft cries didn't help me cope at all.

"So now you know," she said. "You don't think I'm weird, do you?"

I let out a little chuckle and kissed her cheek." No. I'm weird for fucking my little sis."

She giggled and kissed me back "So... What now? Do we keep this our little secret?"

I didn't think she wanted this to be one time, and I knew I didn't want that either. I kissed her deeply and fondled her chest as my stiffening cock rubbed against her thigh. "Yes I do. That doesn't mean we have to stop."