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Longest story I've written so far, how about that...

Thank you all for waiting so patiently for chapter 7 and the discovery of 'who was waiting for Mark.' Hope it was worth the wait and I hope you all enjoy! Happy Easter everybody! ^^

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 you actions beyond this point.

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"Good evening Mark," came a strong voice from seemingly nowhere.

Mark jumped in surprise; his eyes went wide and his ears flicked in to their erected position. He stood frozen to the spot, his pulse racing and heart hammering. His blood ran cold if only for an instant. He felt a shiver travel the length of his spine at the realisation that he had been caught. His ears flattened and he winced as he turned to look at the one whom had found him out. Out of the darkness appeared a familiar figure with crossed arms. He gulped hard, looking upon the one now close enough for him to see in every detail.

'How the hell did they know!?' Was the first and only thing Mark could think of at that moment. He felt as if his heart may give out on him, leaving him to faint and fall sideways. He could not build up any sort of composure as he squeezed tightly at his paws. He physically couldn't look them in the eye and had to stare at the floor. His panicky brain thought rapidly about what he could say to get him out of this, but nothing sprang to mind. A few beads of sweat were now visibly dripping from his forehead. He had turned a deep shade of crimson through fear and embarrassment. The reoccurring thought of, 'its all over,' haunted his mind as he did not wish his happiness to be shattered.

"How do you explain yourself young man?" The voice questioned, breaking the long held awkward silence and bringing Mark out of his head.

Mark kept his eyes pinned solely on the floor, hoping that he would eventually be ignored, but there was very little chance of that happening. He simply couldn't bring himself to look upon the fur in front of him. His mouth opened to speak, but no words would form for verbalisation. He almost felt like crying, only his shear force of teenage willpower held back the streams of tears. Nevertheless, his eyes glazed over with the formation of salty water droplets. This was too much for him; he had never dreamed that he would get caught, although in the back of his head he always suspected.

"I-I... just..." he stuttered, trying to structure a sentence to explain his situation, but the words needed escaped him.

"I thought I knew you better Mark... but I guess not," a note of disappointment filled the tone of the speakers' voice, making Mark cower even more. "Will you at least look me in the eyes?" The fur requested, glaring intently at the recoiling figure before them.

Mark cringed at the words, feeling even more guilt surge through his body. He couldn't do it, how could he? It was like looking in to the eyes of the one taking him away to be executed. He knew once he did, he could not turn back or deny his shame. But what other choice did he have? The relatively welcoming sight of the floor started to disappear as he lifted his head. His eyes traced up the body of his captor, trying to go as slowly as possible to delay the inevitable. Eventually, his eyes came to rest with another set of eyes as they stared at each other.

"That's better, now, maybe you'd like to tell me what you were doing?" They was asked again.

Mark shuddered and tried to avert his gaze by looking back down at the floor, but a paw soon sorted that out. He whimpered quietly as he was held quite firmly in position and was forced to stare at the other fur. He could feel more tears mounting at the back of his eyes, only this time he couldn't fight them off. A pair of watery droplets trickled down his cheek and ended up dripping off his chin. He knew he shouldn't be crying, but he simple couldn't hep it. More water beads followed their predecessors and soon he was weeping properly.

"Come here, I'm so sorry Mark, I didn't mean to be so harsh with you," The soft and comforting voice of his big brother calmed him slightly. Mark was whisked into a close embrace with blue fur enclosing his body as Charlie bent down to bring himself level with his younger brother. Mark instinctively did like wise to Charlie and wrapped his arms around his neck. He cried into his shoulder, not even sure why he was shedding these tears. He pawed at his brothers back and found solace in his warmth. Even his scent was relaxing in its own unique way.

It seemed to Mark that only misery followed his life. He had finally discovered true happiness, something he thought he had lost five years ago. He had achieved only what appeared to be a taste of contentment, before it was taken from him. He had it good, better than good: a loving family, great friends and roof over his head. It was more than he could have dreamed, but he was frightened. He was terrified of loss, of losing the things he loved, he just couldn't take that again.

Charlie held his little brother close, wanting nothing more than to put him at ease. It was never his intention to cause so much pain to the little one. He never expected him to cry, which came as rather a shock for him. He wished he could turn back time and stop himself from confronting him in this way. He just wanted to protect Mark, that's all he ever sought for him. He knew it wasn't good for Mark to be sneaking out late at night and traversing the dark streets all alone. Something had to be said and done, but he feared he had gone about it the wrong way. He never took into consideration of how his absence had affected him so much. He made a mental note to find out more about Mark in the years of such a brittle aging. But first, he had to deal with the poor, small and saddened fox, still weeping in his arms.

"Lets get you in the lounge so we don't go waking everybody up," Charlie said soothingly.

The next thing Mark knew was that he was being picked up and held in his brother's strong arms. Mark buried his muzzle into Charlie's fur, trying to quieten his sobs and stop himself from appearing fragile.

Mark was fairly easy to carry being so small. He carried him the short distance to the living room where Charlie gently kicked open the door, not having the paws with which to do so. He placed him smoothly on the sofa with his back against the squishy padding and his head up against an armrest. Charlie knelt down to bring himself at his level again. He rested his elbows against the sofa cushions and propped his head up with his paws. He ruffled Mark's head fur and flashed him a smile.

Mark tried to force a smile to his lips, but it was difficult under the circumstances. The tears had stopped, although he still continued to sniffle. His face fur was a mess, matted terribly by the salty droplets of his depression. He looked sorrowfully away as if staring into nothing at all.

"What's with the tears Marky?" He asked, trying not to sound pushy or offensive. "I'm not that scary am I?" He playfully questioned with a smirk.

Mark could not resist laughing, albeit shaky and distorted. He wiped the backs of his paws over his eyes to get rid of some of the residue drips.

"There's the Mark I know and love," Charlie smiled warmly. "Now, tell your big bro what the problem is?" He requested in a sympathetic tone.

Mark sniffled a few more times and looked away, not wishing his brother to see him like this. He was immeasurably hot all over, especially around his cheeks and ears where they burned red with embarrassment. He felt a reassuring paw on the side of his muzzle. He pushed himself into the gentle touch and calmed slightly. His body was very taut, shoulders pressed against his neck; teeth clenched and his paws in fists. But he began to relax from his brothers encouraging words and contact. He finally found the confidence to look Charlie in the eyes through his own choice.

"I... I just can't... take it..." he whimpered and shied his face away.

"Take what?" Charlie asked, totally confused.

"It doesn't matter..." Mark was quick to answer. He placed a paw over his eyes and brought his knees up closer to his chest.

Charlie looked on at the distressing sight before him, not knowing what he should say. It didn't take a genius to realise that Mark was going out with Mist and that they were intimate together. Her smell was all over him as if etched into his fur, especially the all too familiar scent of sexual activity. Charlie was happy to know that Mark had discovered something so wonderful, but he wasn't sure if he was ready.

"Do you love her?" He simply posed the question, catching Mark off-guard.

Mark stayed motionless for a while, thinking it over. He shifted his paw from his face to look Charlie in the eyes. He felt secure with his brother and had great confidence in him. Mark knew his brother only wanted the best for him and that he would always be there to help. He knew he could trust him

"Yes," he merely answered.

Charlie could tell he was being sincere, but he sensed something about him. He couldn't make his mind up about what it was. It almost seemed like indecision, guilt or maybe regret.

"I know how you feel Mark, believe it or not, I've been there too. It's something you can't explain, but you know it feels good and that it's right, like it's just meant to be. Love is something very special and should only be reserved for those you truly care about. Mist is a very lucky girl to have somebody like you and it's pretty obvious that she loves you as well. But it's a dangerous game to play, Mark, you can very easily end up hurting someone if your feelings are not true. Love requires commitment and compassion, both of those I know you have, even when you were only a kit I could tell." Charlie's words were wise, well spoken and heartfelt. He spoke through experience, having found love at quite and earlier age, then losing it.

Mark carefully considered what had just been said. He had listened intently, taking in each word. It made him appreciate how unfair he was being to Mist and Hazel. His heart was split, but in more ways than just two ways. He sat up on the sofa from his laying position, sitting cross-legged and placing his paws in his lap. He saw his brothers look and knew he asking if he understood or not. Mark nodded and cracked a tiny smile.

"Well it's nice to see you a bit more cheerful, but I don't think that's enough of a smile," he said with a note of mischievousness about his voice.

Mark looked at him curiously cocking his head, though he was also cautious. He managed to put two and two together when Charlie started to move closer towards him and lurch over him. Mark squealed something that sounded like 'NO' before bringing his arms and legs up to his body defensively. It provided no security from the nimble furry fingers of his brother. The sides of his clothed armpits were exposed and presented a noticeable target. With swift wiggling movements, Charlie's digits made contact with his fur and began to tickle. It had the desired affect as Mark instantly pressed his elbows downwards to try and cover up the part of him that had come under attack. This simply opened up a new place of assault on his chest. One of Charlie's paws flicked over and tickled Marks chest while the other moved further down his side.

Mark screeched out his laughter, losing total control of his voice and forgetting about the rest of the slumbering house. He wasn't that loud, but it could have been enough at such a time. Mark tried desperately to fight, moving his paws and arms to try and defend areas of his body that were under attack. It was simply no use as Charlie was just too fast for him. Wherever he attempted to shield himself in one place, Charlie had already started to tickle him in another. The room was filled with more joyous squeals.

"That's what I like to see from my little bro, a big grin and laughter," Charlie spoke over the top of Mark's howling that seemed to never cease.

It was ended when Mark accidentally kicked out his leg and thumped Charlie in the stomach. He made an 'uff' sound, clutching his abdomen and collapsed forwards falling on top of Mark. Mark felt an extra weight added to his body, but with his eyes closed he didn't notice it was Charlie. He continued to thrash about, although he was now quite restricted. His breathing was erratic and tapered by the pressing on his chest. When he finally realised he was not being harassed anymore, he stopped moving altogether and lay limp. It was then that he noticed the odd amount of pressure on his chest. He tried relieving the load by brining his paws to his chest, but he was impeded by something large and furry. Something was wrong. Mark opened his eyes and found himself staring at a blue furred shoulder.

"Charlie?" He squeaked confusedly. He nudged the deadweight on top of him, but there was still no reaction. He struggled to move under the mass, let alone try and push him off. "Charlie, this isn't funny," he called, panic rising in his throat. "Get up!" He yelled more desperately, thinking something was now very wrong.

He felt a sort of vibration on his shoulder and look over at Charlie's head. He was laughing into his shoulder. Mark felt both anger and relief at the same, two conflicting emotions influencing him simultaneously was never very good. He started to pound lightly at his brothers back in his angered frustration.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Charlie said through his laughter. His speech was broken as each thud on his back affected how he pronounced words.

Mark cooled down a little, although he was still annoyed with his conniving older brother. He gave him an unimpressed look and crossed his arms. He was almost glaring fiercely at him. Mark wasn't as angry as he was making it out to be, but his plan worked.

Charlie's ears pointed backwards and flattened against his head. His grin disappeared and was replaced by one of sombre regret. He hung his head slightly lower as if ashamedly. Mark couldn't tell if Charlie was being sincere or not, but was unable to stop a little smile from creeping across his muzzle, which didn't go unnoticed. He watched a smirk grow on his brother's face as he head lifted back up and his ears flicked back to their normal spot.

"You won't tell anyone will you?" Mark asked nervously.

"Of course not, brothers honour," Charlie grinned and placed a paw on Mark's cheek. He rubbed at it slightly with his thumb as a sign of his assurance.

All of a sudden, an unknown force overtook Mark and he did something he immediately regretted. In one swift and fluent motion, Mark craned his head forward and licked his brother's nose. It was the quickest of contacts and he wasn't even sure if he actually made any connection at all. The only give away was the glistening wet patch at the end of his brothers ebony nose.

Charlie just looked at him in shock and instantaneously Mark knew he had done something wrong. Mark suddenly became overly self-conscious and realised just what position they were in. His ears and cheeks reddened at the thought flashing across his mind. Charlie was so close to him that he could feel his warmth bear down on his body. Charlie had hardly lifted himself off of Mark after he had pretended to be hurt and collapsed onto him. They were so close that their muzzles were nearly touching. Mark could feel the heat of his breath blow over him. He felt a shiver travel the course of his spine and ended up shaking the very tip of his tail.

They had been silent since the 'innocent' diminutive lick, causing an awkward air as thick as treacle. Mark shifted his gaze between Charlie and inanimate objects. Charlie was doing the same, unable to speak or even think of something to say. The only thing Mark was thinking of made him feel even more ashamed of himself, but when he looked up at the eyes of his brother, he became lost and something solidified within him.

Charlie finally made eye contact again and felt himself blushing. His thoughts turned devious and dark, falling into a spiralling pit of disgrace. He couldn't believe what he was thinking of doing and inwardly damned himself. He loved his brother, but that was going too far. How could he be thinking of such a thing? Why was he even thinking of such a thing? 'It's your own brother for god sake!' His mind screeched wildly.

Mark was in a somewhat similar situation. He too was thinking of abysmal things, but his resistance was low. He needed to be loved and he himself needed to love. How could something he was so sure was right, be wrong? He didn't care anymore; the only thing he was concerned about was showing how true his love for his brother was.

He craned his neck forwards and his eyelids closed over creating a black shroud over the world. He pursed his lips and made one hurried, yet smooth, bold lunge towards where he knew Charlie's mouth to be. For a moment nothing happened, it seemed that he was kissing the air, and then he felt movement. His eyes fluttered open and he was bemused by what he saw. Charlie was getting up off of him and sliding off the sofa. Mark was baffled to say the least. He just continued to watch Charlie as he walked away and headed towards the door. He stopped and turned to look at him, but not making eye contact.

"Get some sleep Mark... I'll see you in the morning," he said dismally, before slipping away out of sight.

Mark felt lost, misplaced in a different world of torment. He wanted it so badly; he craved and hungered to be loved in return. He feared he had gone too far, but he felt sure that Charlie loved him too. He knew there was a fine line between love and family love... he just didn't want to accept it. It was hurtful to even consider that Charlie did not return his affections.

Mark rolled over on his side, resting his head on his arm. He exhaled a deep sigh of misery. It was only now that he noticed the palpable tent in his trousers. He had ignored it up until now, although he knew it must have been pressing into Charlie's belly. A new humiliation washed over him with the realisation. He wished he could just disappear or be completely invisible and hide away from everything for a while. He had too much to think about and with the rapidly building need for sleep; he knew he wasn't going to get anywhere tonight.

He flopped an arm down by the side of the sofa to pick up the sheet that had long since fallen off. He draped it over himself and shifted underneath the blanket to get comfortable. He eventually found a nice spot that seemed snug enough. It wasn't fantastically cosy, but at least it was a break away from that accursed camp bed. He yawned and pulled the cover up to just below his chin, just before sleep began to take him. He was mortified by what he tried to do and it was now going to be a never-ending source of guilt and embarrassment, but at least he knew one thing... Charlie didn't love him.

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Mark awoke with a heavy groggy feeling, clogging his mind and causing him to groan. He brought a paw to his head to try and sooth the pain, but ended up cringing instead. He tried opening his eyes again and was met with improved success. This time he had expected light to be pouring in through the window and directly into his eyes. His eyelids produced a flurry of flickers, wanting to close up and shield his sensitive eyes from the piercing sunlight. His wits were not about him, as everything seemed foggy and distant. It almost seemed like he had woken up in place he did not recognise. He looked about himself, taking in what he saw. He was in the living room all right, but everything was somehow different. He ignored it and pinned it down to simple sleepiness or that damned annoying headache.

He decided to get up since there was little point staying on the sofa. He moved the blanket aside and flipped one leg off the settee, shortly followed by the other. Using his paws he pushed himself off the sofa and received a mighty shock. He gasped breathlessly, there didn't seem to be a floor as he fell through the air for a split second. He did reach the ground, but he was usually able to touch it with his feet even when sat normally on the settee. He was definitely confused, although he again chose to ignore the event.

Walking away and towards the door it felt like it took longer than usual to reach it. When he did reach it, the handle was in the incorrect place. It was much higher than he remembered. Now he was getting a little more worried as he started to perceive that something was definitely wrong. He started to think that he wasn't in his house anymore, but where was he if he wasn't? He actually had to stretch to reach the lever on the door and pull it down. Even the weight of the door seemed heavier and more difficult to bring towards him.

The dreadful feeling of being lost only worsened when he stepped out of the lounge. The whole hallway was bigger than the one he was used to; the walls seemed to extend upwards, pictures were placed higher on the walls and the stairs look ominous to climb. He was uncertain whether he should continue if indeed he was trespassing, but the strange thing was that it all looked so similar, albeit it much grander. He sniffed the air and found it to be exactly the same scent as the one he usually smelled at home. But this wasn't his home as everything was so big.

His brain didn't appear to want to comprehend and his headache only got worse. Out of his confusion and intrigue he had forgotten about something. Soon every other concern became secondary as he took note of the pressure in his lower abdomen. He needed to get to a toilet, and fast. Out of instinct, Mark quickly trotted down the hallway to its farthest point and came across what he intuitively knew to be the bathroom. It didn't bother him this time that he had to reach up for the handle. He rushed inside, holding his lowers and grimacing desperately. With haste he hurried over to the toilet. 'This is getting ridiculous!' His mind screamed at him, as he was not tall enough to pee into the bowel. The pain in his bladder was now intolerable; it felt like he might literally explode. He looked around the plain colour scheme of the room and spied a red stool like object underneath the basin. He struggled over to it and grabbed it, lifting its light frame and placing it before the toilet. It was a bit of a step but nothing he couldn't handle.

After relieving himself of his burden he went to wash his paws. Of course, the sink was much too high for him to reach. He sighed and fetched the stool once more, putting it down in the optimal position by the sink. Stepping up atop it, he immediately fell back off again in fright, narrowly missing tripping over if it weren't for the balance his tail provided. He shakily re-climbed the red helper and carefully peeped over the basin. There it was a second time, staring back at him like some kind of enigmatic creature.

Not so frightened this time, he started to examine the entity, scrutinising it as if he were a scientist. It was quite small and had pale almost discoloured orange fur that was incredibly fluffed up. Ears of the same tone, but with black tips and a furry white inside. He had to admit that the face was cute, somewhat like a child. Ebony nose tip and a pure white strip of fluff that seemed to go from under the chin all the down. However, he could only assume this as the being was wearing an oddly familiar t-shirt. A large feathery tail that seemed disproportionate danced behind the individual, it also had a white tip.

Mark looked back over his shoulder and saw his tail behind him, where it should have been. He then shifted his stare to the creature in front and realised the similarity of their tails. Come to think of it, they looked identical. Mark leaned in closer and the entity did the same. He moved swiftly left then right. The being mimicked his movement as if some kind of double. He reached out to touch the individual, but found himself stopped by something cold. He looked up and around himself, seeing tiles suddenly come to a stop. Some kind of reflective shining object showed what was behind him. 'It's a mirror! Then that's... me,' Mark's brain finally built up a clear picture. His headache cleared as if by magic and his mind purged its foggy haze.

'That's me! But... what's happened to me?' He squinted at the mirror and his reflective double did the same. He looked in the mirror again and stared at his young complexion. He prodded his cheek to see if he was indeed real. His finger disappeared into his fuzz of fur and he felt it press into his skin. He turned one shoulder towards the mirror to get a look at his back. His tail flicked into view and he smiled a childish grin. He once again found a fascination with his tail that he had not felt for years. It was strange, but he used to love his tail. He reached around and grasped it in his paws feeling up and down it. The bushy fur and soft feel of it always gave him a little thrill. He knew it was juvenile, but he was going to make the best of being a true kit again. He completely forgot that he was in fact thirteen and seemed to regress, if only for the time being. He curled his tail around his body and gave it a quick hug, snuggling his muzzle into it. His smile was adorable, so serene and content that it made him look like a kit in the world's biggest sweet shop.

After much deliberation, he decided it best to let go now or otherwise it might drop off, at least that was what his mum had told him.

'It was my reflection the whole time!' He cursed inwardly with a shamed smirk. He blushed slightly from the understanding of what an idiot he had been.

"Now I feel really silly," he voiced his opinion. He clasped a paw over his mouth in disbelief. With timid moves he slowly withdrew his paw form his lips.

"Wow, my voice is really squeaky," he spoke again, almost sounding shrill and whiney.

"But how old am I then?" He asked himself out loud. He found himself not really caring as his 'new' childlike mind had a limited capacity for thought, with a low attention span thrown in for good measure.

Finding himself bored with playing with his face and tail, he hopped off the bright red stool and exited the bathroom. He was more settled with everything being much bigger than he was this time and didn't give it a second thought as he strolled down the corridor. The brilliant idea to go and play with his toys popped into his head and he smiled even wider than he had been. He ran to the bottom of the stairs and tried to jump two at a time, but found them too high. Unfortunately, he had already made the first jump and fell short of the second step. His foot knocked out from underneath him as he tripped and fell up the stairs. Even at such a young age he had good reactions and managed to save his face from colliding with the step. He made an irritated little 'huff' from the displeasure of falling.

As he was about to pick himself up and dust himself off, something came into his field of vision. He had not seen it when he was in the corridor because it was too high up on the wall to see. He cocked his head and examined the photograph that was placed neatly in a decorative frame and hung up on the wall opposite the staircase. The photograph itself was a portrait of their family. Derek was in the middle with Liz by his side. They were holding hands and Liz had her head rested against her husbands shoulder. He saw Hazel, but not just her, him as well. They were playing together at the feet of their parents as if it were a normal day and not a photo shoot. It was odd because none of them were dressed particularly smart, more casual than anything else.

Another tranquil grin spread over his muzzle as he came across his big brother Charlie in the picture. He was standing at the other side of Derek with his arm around his fathers waste. Derek himself had an arm placed over Charlie's shoulder and was smiling proudly. Since Mark still hadn't figured out how old he was at this present time, any judgement of how old the photo was would have been obsolete. Although he did look even younger in the photograph than he had in the mirror.

A juvenile wave of excitement suddenly hit him. Charlie and Hazel were bound to be at home and he'd be able to play with them. With a rush of exhilaration, he pounced up another step on all fours. He was stopped in his tracks by a noise behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see what it was and watched as the front door opened. His mum and dad came in through the door one after the other. His interest was turned to them as he stood up and leapt down the couple of stairs he had climbed.

"Mum, Dad," He squealed eagerly, spreading his arms and preparing for a hug.

"Derek, please! Don't do this!" Liz pleaded desperately, clutching on to her husbands wrist. He violently flicked his arm off to the side, effectively making Liz lose her grip. He turned to her and sneered.

"He is a disgrace to this family!" He shouted intolerably angrily, eyes like flames and teeth bared.

"You don't know if it's true! You don't know!" She begged, nearly reduced to tears as her eyes began to glaze over.

"Well I'm about to find out!" He barked at her.

In the meantime, Marks arms had dropped to just below his belly and his form had shrunken, feeling as if he was the one in trouble. His ears went completely flat and a worried expression was spread over his face. His tail had gone limp and hugged between his legs. He was fiddling with his fingers and staring down at the floor. His father stormed by him without so much as a glance his way and thundered up the stairs. Liz was about to follow him when she saw little Mark looking up a her with concerned eyes.

"Mum?" He squeaked nervously. She quickly looked back up the stairs and then back at Mark.

"Sweetheart, please, m-mummy needs to talk to your farther, j-just g-go in the lounge and don't come out," her voice was distorted, shaky and hurried. Her appearance was that of true horror and trepidation. Her eyes shifted constantly and Mark noticed her paws were trembling. She ushered him by pushing him along a bit, but paid no more attention to her son and flew up the stairs.

Being a good and compliant son, he raced off towards the living room and closed the door behind him. He pressed his back against the door and panted. His body was reacting as if he had just escaped a murderer. His poor little heart was trying to jump out of his chest and escape the nightmare. He breathed in short and shallow bursts, eyes wide and full of fear.

His ears perked up and twisted in the direction of the door. He heard the distinctive sound of a door being forcefully opened and slamming into a wall. Then came horrifying shouting and shrieking, making Mark shiver in terror. He hated shouting and anger; it was the worst thing he thought conceivable. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to imagine he was somewhere else altogether, somewhere peaceful and not full of abhorrence. It was something he so rarely came across in his family, but when it happened, he just wanted to disappear.

There was a loud thump, another even louder one soon followed, shortly pursued by two distinctive screams of alarm. Then, everything went silent.

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Mark shot bolt upright with a gasp, his eyes went wide and his fur stood on end. A tingle travelled over his body and made his skin crawl, almost like pins and needles. He visibly shivered, abruptly seizing his chest in his paws. He was in state of panic; everything was going a mile minute. A cold sweat clung to his fur and made him feel very cold.

'Not another bad dream... why me? Why now?' He whimpered in his mind. The dream was a recollection of an event he thought he had long since blocked from his memory because it was too painful to even think about. His heart ached with searing pain having brought up such memories. He felt like he might cry again, but managed to hold it back. Many things were a mystery to him right now, more things than usual. His emotions were running so high lately that he couldn't make sense of what he wanted anymore. He didn't understand why he wanted to cry so much nowadays. Not only was it a babyish thing to do, but he also hadn't cried for a long time. He just couldn't make sense of why he was having these nightmares after years of freedom from them.

He brought his tail up around his side and cuddled it in his arms. He nuzzled it as if it were a loved one.

By the gentle glow coming from the closed curtains he could tell it was morning. He sighed into his tail fluff, not wishing to get up, but he wasn't exactly tired either. He relented to sheer boredom after a while and rolled off the sofa. This time when he got off the sofa he reached the floor without feeling like he was falling. When he looked about his vicinity, everything appeared to look like it should. Even the door handle was in the right place this time. He silently wished he really could regress and go back to how things were; he was having doubts whether love was actually worth it.

With another deep sigh, he exited the lounge into the hallway. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with this extra time he now had. He noticed that both sets of his parent's keys had been removed from the cabinet so he presumed they had gone to work. His stomach gave an irritated growl, telling Mark how hungry he was. The smallest of smiles crawled onto his muzzle as he appreciated how his tummy had already made up his mind for him.

Onwards to the kitchen it seemed. He padded across the hall to the kitchen door and placed a paw on the handle to turn it, but he stopped. A thought flagged in his brain and he twisted back towards the hallway. He took only a few steps before he was where he sought to be. He looked up at the wall opposite to the staircase. There was a picture hanging from it about three quarters of the way up. Inside the light brown contemporary looking frame was a painting depicting a simple elegant white rose. Unhappiness quickly thwarted any chance of another smile as his lips went limp and hung into a sad frown.

"Morning Mark, you're up earlier than usual," a voice stated in a mildly surprised tone. Mark jumped a little and spun towards the one talking to him.

"Huh? O-oh yeah," he responded meekly. As soon as he saw his big brother he became shy. He had forgotten about their incident last night until Charlie's sudden appearance jogged his memory. He avoided looking directly at him and resorted to staring off in random places. He didn't realised how obvious his blushing was and how easily Charlie could see his reddened cheeks and ears even through his fur.

"I'm going to have some cereal, care to join me?" He asked politely, even though he was feeling uncomfortable himself.

"I-I'm not very hungry," he answered timidly, choosing to gaze at the floor instead of Charlie. Once again his body betrayed him as a huge rolling grumble emanated from his gut. He held his belly and flushed an even deeper shade of crimson.

"Come on you, your appetite is legendary, lets get some breakfast," he smiled encouragingly, skilfully obscuring his own awkwardness.

Mark shuffled on the spot thinking it over. He didn't really see that he had much of a choice. He nodded hesitantly, practically accepting to be in the midst of humiliation central. He followed behind his brother with his head still hung low like a prisoner on death row.

"What do you fancy?" Charlie asked.

'That kiss,' Mark replied in his head without his consent. He shook his head of the thought as his cheeks discovered yet another new tone of crimson.

"Um, I'm not really bothered actually," he replied honestly, his hunger subdued by his uncomfort.

"Suit yourself little man," Charlie responded lightly with a quick shrug. "I'll get the cereal and milk, you get the bowls and spoons, okay?" He asked, although it was more an order than a request.

Mark did as instructed and reached for the cupboard containing the bowls, kind of thankful to have his mind focused on something else for a while. He pulled out a draw in the worktop and collected two spoons that clinked together in his paw. He looked over at Charlie whom had bent over to get the cereal from a cupboard with his tail flagging high in the air. His brother's jeans tightened over his buttocks, making it exceptionally easy to see his smooth ass. Mark was now almost sweating; he simply couldn't believe that he could get any redder. Yet another thing in his life he couldn't understand. Why was he getting so turned on by his own brother? It was an alarming thought.

He promptly redirected his attention back to the bowls and spoons when Charlie stood back up. Even though it was pointless in doing so, Mark still tried his best to hide his blushing face away from his brother. He slid the bowls, now with the spoons in them, next to the box of cereal and milk. Charlie scooted off in the direction of the table, obviously going to prepare it for their breakfast. Mark grabbed and poured out a generous helping of cereal into the two bowls, whilst watching Charlie out of the corner of his eye.

Charlie himself was in a bit of a pickle and had no clue of what he could say about last night. 'Should I just forget about it? I mean, he was pretty tired and... turned on?' He wanted to make it right somehow and try to put Marks evident fears to rest, but there was no easy way around it. He felt a lump in his throat the size of a whole apple. He loved his little brother, but did he love him that much? 'What am I thinking!? Mark would never go for it! Why am I even thinking that!? I'm a bad fox... a very bad fox... that's you're little brother you perverted bastard!' Charlie winced as if in a tremendous amount of pain. What he was thinking about doing would go against any moral standards he had left.

With breakfast easily prepared, Mark kindly carried his brother's bowl over to the table for him. He placed it down on a placemat where he guessed Charlie would be sitting. They exchanged uncomfortable smiles between them. He went back and collected his own bowl of cereal. Then came the dilemma of whether to sit next to him or opposite him. He thought for a moment and only a moment, not wanting to seem hesitant. He chose to sit opposite from him, at least that way he was further away from him, although it did mean it was going to be hard not to make eye contact.

Mark kept his eyes firmly fixated on the crunchy foodstuff swimming in milk. He took large spoonfuls of the tasty breakfast and timidly slurped it off the spoon. He could feel the icy cold milk pass down his throat and settle nicely in his stomach. It provided a small amount of relief, if only from his hunger and not his shame.

They sat in perfect silence for what seemed like forever, glancing at one another whenever they thought they weren't being observed themselves. Then Charlie found his voice.

"You going around Mist's today?" He inquired, trying not to let it sound like some kind of interrogation.

"Don't know, hadn't really thought about it yet," he responded lowly. He was telling the truth, he had too much on his mind right now and thinking about Mist would only make the situation more difficult.

"Why didn't you go and see her in the day and not at twelve O'clock at night?" He asked another question, finding his confidence to push the issue a little further.

"I wanted to stay in with you guys," he answered half truthfully, unbeknownst to him, it showed.

Charlie mulled over the semi-lie, trying to interpret what it meant. Was he lying about the 'wanted' part, almost like it was against his free will? Or did he genuinely not want to spend time with them? He decided the latter was less likely, but then why would it have been against his freedom?

"Why were you waiting for me? How did you know?" Mark suddenly fired his own counter question at his brother, wondering where he found the self-belief to do so.

Charlie hadn't expected his own motives to be enquired upon because he knew how shy his little brother was. It was a foolish move to not have even considered it. Though, he guessed he owed his brother an honest answer.

"Well you didn't exactly hide your conversation with Mist very well, the walls in this house aren't exactly soundproof," Charlie stated, striving to hide the unmistakable fact that he had been eavesdropping on Mark's conversation with Mist.

"So you're saying you were listening in on my private phone call," Mark said sounding irritated with a look of mild disgust and anger.

"Yeah, but I didn't hear everything and I honestly was going to get the napkins, I just couldn't help over hearing you. Also, that wasn't the only thing that tipped me off," he jumped to his own defence, hoping to make his misdeed sound less sinful.

"Like what?" His voice had raised a semi-tone in surprise. Mark cursed himself secretly for not being as sneaky as he had thought.

"I saw the phone in your back pocket, so it was pretty obvious that you were trying to hide it, although the fact that you were hidden in the bathroom kind of cleared that one up anyway. Plus, you said you were going to get something from the kitchen, but returned with nothing, which simply confirmed what I already knew," he prayed Mark wasn't smart enough to see the obvious, but he knew you would have to be a complete moron not to see it.

"But if you hadn't listened in on my phone call, then you wouldn't have known at all, would you?" Mark once again sounded aggravated.

"Not as such." It was now Charlie's turn to answer meekly and timidly.

A silence, that was welcome at this instant, surpassed all else. The subject of the near kiss was avoided, but only because neither of them wanted to bring such a topic up. Though the thought danced on their brains and tempted their tongue's to speak the truth, neither of them had the guts to do it.

The rest of breakfast carried on in the same manner; totally quiet. The washing up was done with as little noise a possible. Even the water coming from the taps was quieter than usual as if it knew to stay out of this one. Glances were exchanged, but nothing more. The relative peace was unexpectedly broken by a familiar female voice.

"Morning guys," Hazel chirped cheerily, little did she know what kind of world she was stepping into.

"Oh, morning Hazel," Charlie replied half-heartedly.

Hazel didn't seem to notice; instead she turned her attention to her younger brother. She gracefully padded her way over to him. He wasn't facing her and hadn't even seemed to acknowledge her at all. She looked at him a bit confused, but quickly got an idea to grab his attention. Making sure Charlie was not watching, she kissed him on the back of the head. Mark jumped as if he had been in a dream world and spun around to face his sister. She grinned happily at him, her tail swaying behind her.

"Hey Mark, you're up early. Did you sleep well without me?" Hazel giggled with a sly smile.

"Yeah, fine thanks," he responded distantly, his look vacant as if he were worried or gone astray.

"Are you alright Mark?" she asked with concern, cocking her head as her eyebrows lowered. She easily noticed his fiery red cheeks and ears, which gave her enough reason for unease even without hearing his voice.

"I just said I was fine," he snapped back at her, not meaning to sound so abrupt.

"Okay sorry, I was just asking," Hazel retorted, losing her smile.

She flicked her tail at him as she turned away in a bit of a strop. Mark audibly sighed, regretting how he must have sounded. It wasn't his place to take his frustrations out on someone so undeserving as her. His problems were his own and not anybody else's to deal with. He deliberated whether to tell her or not, but he was sure she would think he was weird. 'It is creepy to feel that way about a boy... isn't it?' He wasn't certain which was worse: loving your sister intimately, or loving your brother... intimately. 'NO! NO! NO! Never with Charlie! He would never go for it anyway! Where are these thoughts even coming from? What the hell is wrong with me?' Mark's mind screeched at him in alarm.

"So Charlie, what's the plan for today then?" Hazel had moved on and tried to get a decent response from her other brother.

"Huh? Oh, today, I uh... don't know really, whatever I suppose," Charlie answered indifferently.

Hazel rolled her eyes and made a sort of low growl. Not even Charlie was acting normally. 'What is going on?' Hazel questioned herself. She was confused, which was quite an understatement of how she was feeling. The whole time she had known her big brother, she had not known him to stumble and stall to that degree. It didn't take a genius to realise something was wrong. Was it simply coincidence that Mark would be acting oddly as well?

Mark couldn't stand being around Charlie anymore, the situation exacerbated even further when Hazel came in. He needed to get away form them for a while. Although before he did anything, he had some hygiene issues to get out of the way. The first being he hadn't changed his clothes for a quite a long time. The second was that he smelled quite a bit. That's one part of aging he disliked, the pungent pong that came with it. He was told that it can be an attractive additive for a male, but he couldn't believe it if even he himself couldn't stand it.

He slipped away unnoticed, leaving Charlie and Hazel on their own in the kitchen. A shower was in order, maybe that would help clear his head.

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A long time later, Mark returned downstairs. The nice hot and peaceful shower had helped, but not by a lot. His head was still buzzing with thoughts and feelings, each trying to influence him. Staying inside was not going to help matters. The idea of shutting out the world on his gamestation with the door closed was appealing, but he knew sooner or later somebody would be along to talk to him. Anyway, it was difficult to think when clicking buttons and blasting enemies. What he really needed right now, was to be alone and think.

He found both his elder siblings in the lounge doing what most would do with time to spar, watching the television. Charlie was on the three-seated sofa facing the TV, whist Hazel was on the two-seated facing the doorway, though she was concentrating on the television and therefore had not become aware of him. It was eleven o'clock and in Mark's mind, still early. He was quite surprised how much he had gotten done in the time he would have usually spent sleeping. The daily routine and boredom of sitting down and doing nothing but vegetating in front of the telly was not what Mark wanted to do today.

He stood in the doorway to the living room for a while, slowly looking from brother to sister to television. He hadn't been noticed. Had he been in the right mood he would have attempted scaring the wits out of his big brother whom was sitting less than pouncing distance away. The thought made him smile slightly, thinking about all the times he had jumped out on him and made his skeleton depart his body.

"I'm going out for a walk," he announced both his presence and intentions all in one.

Hazel jumped a little and looked over at him with lightening like reflexes. Charlie didn't seem to be affected and gave his brother no more than a quick glance. Mark looked back at Hazel expectantly, like he was waiting for her response.

"You do realise that means getting fresh air?" She asked with a smirk, seeing if she could get a rise out of him. "No but seriously, where are you really going, it's unlike you to go for a walk," she further questioned him with a more serious tone and a similar look.

"I just need to..." his speech trailed off as he looked down at the floor. He wanted to say 'I just need some time to be alone and think,' but that would have only caused problems or questions. "I just need to get some fresh air like you said," he flashed a forced smile hoping it might help make her less suspicious.

"Okay, just be back for lunch," she told him. She wasn't convinced by his answer, but what could she do? She wasn't his mother and Mark had a freewill.

"See you guys later," he waved a paw once, before stepping away from the door.

"Yeah, see you Mark," Hazel said as he walked away.

There was the gentle slam of the door that signalled him leaving. Hazel felt a little bit disheartened; she hated seeing her brother like this. It brought back memories of old times. What was worse was that Charlie was acting out of the ordinary as well. Neither of her brothers seemed available to talk to.

Charlie was quite lost within his own head at the time and hadn't really paid much attention to Mark or Hazel as a matter of fact. However, it was the opportune time for Mark to have gone out because it gave him a chance to talk to Hazel. He shifted in his sitting position and looked over at his sister. He took note of her worried sort of expression, but one thing at a time.

"Hazel, I think I need to talk to you about something," he said, making brief eye contact with her before averting his gaze. He knew this was going to be tough to talk about, yet he just had to do it, for Mark's sake and his own.

"What about?" She asked quizzically, obviously interested in what he had to say.

"Well, it's about Mark," Charlie spoke evasively, but resolutely.

"What about him?" Her ears flattened a little as a wiz of thoughts rushed through her mind.

"I don't mind if you don't want to talk about it because it's probably something quite painful to relive, but I just need to know," he prepared and gave her the option to back out at anytime.

He received a nod and smile as her reply. She stood up and moved over to the three-seated sofa where Charlie was sat. She got herself comfortable next to him.

"What exactly was Mark like after I um... well, you know?" His question was broad, yet concise. He asked it cautiously, not wishing to make it anymore difficult for her.

Hazel seemed to absorb the enquiry quickly, although it took a minute to fully digest what he was asking. She had hoped he wouldn't ask such a question, as he was correct, it was literal agony to have to experience again. Nevertheless, he had a right to know, it might even be nice to talk about it and get it off her chest, but she doubted it. She cleared her throat and swallowed hard before she spoke.

"It hit him hard, he was never the same after that day. I think it kind of killed his innocence a bit. For a while afterwards he was like some kind of robot, you couldn't get much of a response out of him. It was like you where talking to him, but he wasn't all there. None of us knew what was going on inside of his head... but he used to have such awful nightmares. Sometimes he would tell me about them... believe me, some of the stuff he dreamt about would make even a sadists blood run cold. He feared loneliness... and the dark, two things that went paw in paw. He hated being alone, yet when he was with others it used to seem like he wished he were somewhere else. Mark never used to show his true feelings... ever. You could see on the outside that he was happy as could be and he would interact like a normal child, but... but on the inside... it was different. He always seemed trapped within himself...perpetually lost, alone and scared. Can you imagine how it must feel to be trapped in a never-ending nightmare? I just had to do something for him, even if it meant..." she finished suddenly as a tear dripped from her eye and rolled over her cheek.

"It's okay sis, you can stop," Charlie reassured her.

With a single arm he pulled her closer to him. She placed her head on his shoulder and wrapped both of her arms around his body. Charlie rested his arm around the back of her neck and held her near to him. He set his head atop of hers and nuzzled into her fur to soothe her. Charlie could feel cold drips on his chest that signified her tears. He understood her pain; it wasn't exactly easy for him to have to leave them behind. He realised that it wasn't just Mark who had missed him quite a lot.

With his free paw he stroked up and down the arm that was around his tummy. Hazel pushed her head up slightly so she could snuggle against his chin. He felt so soft and warm, he reminded her of Mark somewhat. She cringed at the thought of her little brother again. She hated to see anybody unhappy, but especially her one true love. He meant the world to her and she shared his suffering. For years her passion for him grew like a flower, finally blossoming when she thought he was ready. Maybe it was wrong of her to steal him away from anybody, but she just wanted to make him feel safe and loved. She yearned to protect him from the hurt he so evidentially felt and it worked. She seemed to spark new feelings and emotions inside of him that he never knew he had.

It was a lot for Charlie to swallow in one. He knew his disappearance had affected Mark, though he never imagined it had distressed him to that degree. No wonder he was confused and tried to kiss him. At least he had Mist to look after him; Mark needed someone to love him. Now Charlie felt really depressed having unintentionally caused so much suffering to a loved one. He could feel his innards twisting and wrench apart with guilt and anger. 'It's my fault... my goddamn stupid FAULT!' He released a silent growl through bared teeth. He felt physically sick and gagged on the very air he breathed in. His muscles went as taut as high-tension wire, threatening to burst from his body in a violent explosion of self-hatred. But he swiftly released it all and sunk into the sofa. Hazel was still weeping softly on his shoulder and he wanted to take care of her first. Being worked up with rage wasn't going to do anybody any good.

He removed her clutching paw from his side and took it in his. He squeezed it lightly and he felt her constrict him back. He caressed her palm with his thumb, massaging her delicate paw pads and relaxing her. He heard her calming down and her whimpering lessen. She sniffled and sobbed, rubbing her nose and eyes into his lovely blue shoulder fur.

"And since when am I a towel?" he asked her playfully.

She started to laugh a little, although it was more of a groggy giggle than a laugh, but at least she wasn't feeling so bad anymore. He was always good at that, making a joke out of any situation no matter how abysmal. That's probably what she admired the most about him, his cheeky optimism and general shining presence through times of darkness.

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Mark's feet scuffed along the pavement, his head hung slightly lower than usual and his expression one of deep thought. Yet another sweltering day was in full swing, being that it was midday and the sun was at the highest point in the sky.

As he was so deep in thought, Mark didn't exactly take note or even care where he was going. As long as he was alone and able to think, then it didn't much matter to him. The peace and quite was helping him sort out the tightly entwined ball of thoughts in his head, but he wasn't even close to finding solutions. He had too many problems to figure out, most of which were self-inflicted. Firstly, he knew full well he couldn't keep dating both Mist and Hazel at the same time, yet this only created a dilemma without a lesser of two evils. Did he even have the right to choose between them? The he had to worry about not getting caught by so many people for lots of different reasons, something which he recently found out was impossible. Then there were the two Charlie problems, one being the secret behind his disappearance and the latest one of these new feelings he discovered he had for him.

His adolescent brain simply couldn't cope with all these things that a thirteen year old or even an adult shouldn't have to deal with. He wondered how it was that he managed to get himself into this situation. It all started off so well, finding love for the first time with someone very special and then expressing their love carnally, although having to abandon morality to do so. He finally felt complete with Hazel as his companion and not so alone anymore. His life really did change massively that day, in more ways than one. How could he regret it though? If it weren't for Hazel then he'd probably still be in that state where he envied a vegetable.

His journey had brought him to Mist's neighbourhood. It wasn't Mark's intention to go and see her, but it seems that his subconscious thought otherwise. Maybe being with her might cheer him up. On the other hand, it might just add more to his worries. It was a bit to late considering that he had already pressed the doorbell. He naturally waited a while before there was an answer. The door opened, although only the head of Mist came poking out around it, effectively hiding her body.

"Mark!" Came the excited squeal of his kitten when she realised it was him. She raced out from behind the front door and took him into a one armed hug. Mark returned the hug with a quick squeeze and then just held her.

"Hey beautiful," he replied coolly with a smile.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, her tone hardening slightly and sounding more questioning, but she still sounded quite excited. They released one another from their arms and Mist stood back inside the house.

"I just thought I'd come round to see my lovely kitten," he grinned. He then looked over her whole body at what she was wearing. Her attire seemed to consist of nothing more than her pink nightgown, which was very nearly see-through. Her greyish fur showed up quite well through the gown, so much so that it was transparent enough to see that she was not wearing any underwear at all. It appeared that she didn't actually have the gown tied up either and was simply holding it together with one paw. It made it pretty obvious that nobody was in and that she probably hadn't been awake very long or just not bothered to change.

Mist noticed him staring and blushed sheepishly, pulling the gown over herself more, simply feeling self-conscious of anybody else that might be looking his or her way. Mark gave her a mischievous smirk and swiftly moved himself inside the house with her. When the door was closed, he spun Mist around into his arms and held her close. He pressed his lips against hers almost desperately, like he was starved of her attention. They closed their eyes and totally lost themselves in the connection, feeling as if body and soul melded together. Tongues gently lashed around inside their partner's mouth, inducing small wet smacking sounds. Mark's paws easily slipped within Mist's nightdress, shifting around to her back and drawing her in closer, if at all possible. His fingers felt through her soft fuzzy fur as he listened to her purr tranquilly. They could have continued to kiss each other forever as they both felt so safe and protected. But the need for air became a little bit more than distracting, so they were forced to break away.

She blinked a few times; having such a passionate kiss unexpectedly placed upon her took a lot out of her. She panted breathlessly, her small pink tongue protruding her lips ever so slightly. Although she blinked, she could not bear to open her eyes, as she didn't want to lose such a wonderful feeling. She was aflutter with excitement and pleasure. Her smile said more than words ever could, it was so blissful and calm that she would have without a doubt fit into heaven. A light exhale of sorts followed her rapid intake of air. Her orange furred lover came slowly into view as her eyes opened, blurry at first, but increasingly more visible as she came round from her trance like state.

'She is just too cute,' Mark thought out loud, whispering the words when breathing out. He wasn't sure if he had actually verbalised his thoughts, until she giggled. He smiled clumsily at her and couldn't fight back a small blush from his blunder. Mist blushed a little as well; having such a nice thing said to her from Mark's innermost thoughts was touching. He had told her she was beautiful many times before and he meant it, but it made it somewhat naughty when he uttered it under his breath. She kissed him in slow motion on the lips. It was a quick kiss, but it seemed to last longer than it did in reality.

"I gather your parents aren't home," Mark spoke adoringly.

"Hmmm... I wonder what you're thinking?" She asked with a seductive smile and a suppressed giggle.

"Wouldn't you like to know, cutie kitten," he smirked playfully.

She took both of his paws in hers and leant forward to lick his cheek. His fur matted in the wrong direction and stood on end as she did do. Mark gave her a long rough lick on her sweet little black nose. She wiggled her stout nose and crossed her eyes to see it glistening, although her vision that close was poor. Her whiskers twitched as she stirred her muzzle and an ear flicked randomly. Her slender tail curled around Mark's closest leg and tightened its grip.

Still with their paws linked together, Mist twisted her body around to face away from Mark's, her arms going up and over his head. Subsequently, her arms were now facing behind her. She pulled him along a little until he got the idea of where they were going and walked behind her without encouragement. They turned a quick corner into the lounge. Mist purposefully fell backwards onto the nearest sofa, which was the largest. Mark could only tumble behind her and put out his paws so that he didn't crush her on the way down. They braced for the landing and hit the cushions with an 'oof' each.

Mark looked down at his lover and smiled. She titled her head upwards and gave him a warm smile in return. Mark lowered himself until he was able to kiss her on the lips. They connected with a succession of small kisses and playful giggles. His paw moved the length of her sides, down to her exterior thighs. He easily found the entrance to her thin nightie and slid his paw to her inner thighs. He rubbed gently, feeling the soft and delicate fur in between her legs mingle with his fingers.

She purred pleasantly, feeling a tingle erect her fur like an electric shock. Her arms flopped around Mark's neck and caressed his back through his t-shirt. Sitting up slightly, she pulled him into a deep and passionate kiss. He was so warm and inviting that she never wanted to leave his soothing touch. She could feel the love in his stroking paws and the tenderness in his lips. She had found her own little piece of heaven in Mark's arms. With her right paw, she slipped it down his body. It came to rest on his crotch, which she promptly began to stimulate.

Mark grunted when he felt a massaging paw on his groin as a shot of pleasure went through him. He couldn't help the inevitable from happening as his sheath began the release his eager cock. He felt the bulge grow in his jeans and begin to press uncomfortably against them. The evident expansion in his trousers slowly became a much bigger target for Mist to grab a hold of, although she was unable to wrap her paw around it. Soon she was rubbing down his full length all the way through his jeans. Mark was groaning stronger and more frequently as his member fully exposed itself to be pleasured.

He stopped messing around with Mist's legs and concentrated on what would bring her more enjoyment. He felt his way slowly up her inner thigh, caressing in small circles and brushing through her shorter fur. His fingertips touched her outer lips and he received a whimper for his attentions. He stroked two furry digits down in between her pussy lips, parting them and coating the tips of his fingers in her juices. He felt her whole body shiver in anticipation. She purred loudly, almost as if she was begging for more. Mark smirked at her cute noises, but gave his beautiful kitten what she deserved. In one swift and agile movement, he slipped two fingers into her cunny.

Mist gasped loudly, then whimpered quietly as she breathed out. The unexpected penetration gave her a stimulating thrill and she convulsed rigidly. Her paw on Mark's crotch began to quickly unzip his jeans and yank them down as far as she could. His swell made itself known in his black boxers as it lunged forwards, no longer contained by stiff material. Mist had no need for those irritating boxer shorts and immediately brought them down, allowing Mark's member to spring free and into the open air. She fumbled around only a second before her paw was able to wrap around her lovers foxhood. She pumped at it slowly, feeling the humid firm length pulsate and jerk in her grip. She heard Mark grunt and felt him thrust his hips forward into her encircling paw.

Mark could feel each and every motion of that smooth catlike paw of hers pleasuring him. He was finding it difficult to concentrate on both giving and receiving bliss. However, his two furry fingers were doing a good job of keeping Mist excited. His paw was ramming speedily, gliding in and out of her and stimulating her vagina walls to quake. Her satisfied moans and the increase in pace that she used on his cock, were all he needed to be sure that she was having a good time. He growled when he felt a twinge of a building orgasm spark.

Mist heard him growl yearningly and smiled at the sound. She knew this would be over soon if she didn't stop him, but that seemed cruel. Then again, she wanted to feel that hot shaft in her maw and have him splash his seed into her mouth so she could taste him. That thought and his invigorating touch brought her so close to her climax. She breathed out a long airy moan and her paw surged around his member. She could feel each passing of his fingers within her cunt, rubbing her slick innards. He was so fast and rough, yet somehow slow and gentle. Something heated and sticky hit her belly, which made her jump. Mark was groaning, but it was no orgasm. She looked beneath him and at her tummy to see his shaft rocketing out a thin stream of pre-cum. The shining substance hit her belly fur and she couldn't take it anymore. With an earth-shattering cry of ecstasy, Mist came hard. Her body stiffened tightly, her back arched and her head tilted violently backwards. A blur of bliss washed over her as she reached her peak with a pleasant amount of force.

Mark felt Mist's paw fly over his foxhood at incredible speeds, all the time a tight grip was still held. It was all he could do to stop himself from cumming and had to concentrate inflexibly not to shoot his load. It was definitely difficult, but he felt Mist's paw slow as she started coming down from her high. She panted beneath him, her whole body beginning to loosen and relax back into he sofa cushions. Her paw slowed to a near stop, yet Mark still stayed at a near climax state.

Mist finally opened her eyes and received an unexpected kiss on the lips. Without delay she kissed him back, throwing her free arm around his neck and bringing him closer. She was pretty worn out, but it wasn't going to stop her from giving Mark what he earned. She broke the kiss and gave him a devious little feminine smile. She saw Mark's inquisitive look and smirked even more. In a rapid movement that took Mark by surprise, she slid down the sofa further underneath him. Mark was about to get up, until he realised what she had planned. He was on all fours with Mist's stout cat muzzle in place being loomed over by his throbbing genitals. She licked her lips hungrily, readying herself for her meaty feast.

With a crane of her head forwards, she took the tip of Mark's shaft into her mouth. He moaned above her at the feel of wet lips engorging his length. With slow almost torturous movements along her lovers cock, she sucked it down bit by bit. Her small kitty tongue swirled as much as it could around his girth. Her pink muscle enveloped the underside and lapped up around the side, but couldn't quite reach all the way around. She felt his member twitch as Mark tried to buck his hips against her mouth. She was halfway down Mark when she hit a problem; her gag reflex was acting up. Her body was telling her whatever she was trying to force down her throat was simply too big. Despite this impulse, she continued gulp him down and pull him in.

Mark couldn't believe it, he could tell Mist was struggling, but she wasn't stopping. He was astounded when more of his throbbing foxhood slipped further into her. Almost all of his cock was now enclosed by hot wet flesh. He could feel the slight ridges of the roof of her mouth rub along the topside of his length. Ever still she advanced forward upon him, tilting her head even more so to get the best angle possible. Mark had to resist the agonising temptation to force himself upon, for fear of hurting her. She was doing this for him, but he knew it was also for her as well.

Mist finally managed to work her lover's whole shaft into her mouth and down her throat. She was feeling the erg to cough it back up, yet she just held him there. Every tiny jerk or spasm he made, she felt throughout her entire maw. When she finally felt comfortable with the situation, she started to pull back off of him. Her slobbering chops salivating all over the stiff length and lubricating him for another go. She took him right out of her mouth and gasped for air, having breathed very little since she started.

Mark quickly ducked his head, his chin becoming parallel with his chest. He looked at her with deep concern, thinking he had harmed her or something. Mist had her head resting against the sofa and was panting. She saw Mark's uneasy look and winked at him. Mark smiled thankfully.

Mist once again craned her head upwards and began to surround Mark's shaft in her dripping maw. This time though, she didn't deepthroat him and just decided to give him a whirlwind of a time. With quick and powerful movements, she began to suck on him like a lollipop. Her right paw drifted down her belly and between her own legs. She gently rubbed at her slit, three fingers doing most of the work. Her middle digit slipped just into her pussy lips, whilst her other fingers caressed her labia. She loved this as much as Mark was and began to slide her middle digit into her cunt. Her thumb bent inwards to provide stimulation for her swollen clit. Her other paw was resting open Mark's tummy to keep him more stable so she was unable to use both paws to play with herself.

Marks legs shook violently, feeling like they were going to give out on him. The powerful suction, heat and wetness was getting too much as his climax was quickly building. That wonderfully pleasurable frenzied feeling grew within him. There was only mere seconds before he reached his peak as his cock convulsed hard. He was unable to resist the powerful feeling in his lowers and he literally exploded into an orgasm. He felt unmitigated bliss control his every muscle as an electric shock of pleasure coursed through his very veins.

Mist was taken by surprise, as a literal torrent of cum was unleashed into her jaws. A splash of creamy white liquid spurted from Mark's tip and splattered her mouth. She sucked on him harder, moving along his length quicker and quicker. Each spasm brought with it a new lashing of spunk as it streaked her maw with sticky goodness. She swallowed his produce and felt his thick cream cling to her throat as it descended. Yet more of his delicious seed filled her cheeks and sprayed forth. It seemed there was an endless supply coming from Mark's tightened sac. Her fingers were going crazy on her pussy, darting in and out and rubbing at her clit. She could feel her own juices wetting her furry digits as she came again. She moaned onto Mark's cock, which only seemed to encourage more sperm to be released with the joyful vibrations.

Mark was in a world of ecstasy as shot after explosive shot was ejected into his lovely kittens mouth. He could feel her maw muscles convulse around him when she swallowed and a rush of his semen disappeared down her gullet. He was shocked at how cum-hungry she was as she was literally drinking his produce like some exotic cocktail. His hips bucked instinctively against her face and his balls slapped against her chin. Each release was like its own fresh step towards paradise. It was easy to tell that Mist had reached her climax as he felt teeth lightly graze his shaft and heard her groaning.

Mist could no longer keep Mark's foxhood in her mouth as she sensed the need to clench her teeth. She pulled him out and felt a spatter of his cum hit her chin and splash over her chest. With her left paw she started to furiously masturbate him, rubbing in all her saliva and his sperm. She wanted to milk every last drop from him. The spurts slowed somewhat as his prolonged orgasm started to come to an end. Mist could feel the heat of his semen over her chin and on her breasts. She purred satisfyingly, her right paw over her pussy beginning to slow its efforts as well.

Mark's legs shook again, weakened more so by the furiousness of his climax. He steadily climbed off of the sofa, paws wobbling and body shaking feverously. He collapsed down by the side of the settee with his back resting against it and bottom on the floor. He panted heavily, his eyelids drifting over his eyes and turning the world black.

Mist hummed pleasantly, looking down at the shimmering fluids all over her body. She licked her lips enthusiastically and allowed her little tongue to lap up the cum on her chin. She gulped it down happily, tasting the oddly flavoursome sticky liquid. Bringing her already damp left paw to her chest and with just two fingers, she scooped up the residue spunk that had landed there. There was a smear of the glue like substance where she had collected it, matting her misty grey fur towards her face. She examined her lover's sperm for a second before popping her two fingers into her mouth. She sucked eagerly on her digits, trying to get as much off as possible.

Mark felt hot breath blow over his face and he grimaced slightly, not wanting to be disturbed. He opened one eye sleepily and then the other one to see Mist's face, but upside-down. She licked him passionately and Mark could smell her spunky breath. When she stopped, she kissed him just as passionately. Now he tasted himself in her mouth, although he was kind of getting used to it. When they broke away, he looked into her eyes and could tell instantly what she was thinking. He could see the liveliness and excitement in her expression that made his eyes grow wider.

"You want more!" Mark yipped in surprise.

"Mmmmmm" she purred with a sly nod. She slipped off the sofa and stood before him.

Mark looked up at her and saw her somewhat moistened appearance. He wasn't sure if he had the energy to go on, yet the prospect of yiff was all too appealing. His mind was made up for him as Mist grabbed his paws in hers and lifted him up from the floor. She dragged him willing out of the lounge and towards the staircase.

They traversed the stairs quickly with a skip in their steps. They were each laughing lightly as if playing together. Mark had promptly found the vigour he needed to continue. They entered her room and detached the link between their paws. She turned to him with a devilish smile and her tail flicked carelessly behind her.

Mark was about to approach her, but ended up sniffing the air a few times, catching a whiff of something recognizable. He inhaled harder until his lungs filled to capacity. When he exhaled and opened his eyes, he looked over at Mist with a brazen smirk, raising one eyebrow up his forehead slightly. She noticeable blushed under her greyish toned fur. She placed her paws behind her back and shifted her weight from side to side whilst looking down at the ground.

"Smells like somebody was already getting pretty lively up here without me," he sent another grin her way as he spoke in a suave manner. Now he figured out why she had only been wearing a nightgown when she answered the door and why she had been overly horny.

"I didn't want to disturb you at your house again, since I've been phoning you everyday," she said quietly.

Mark's heart was warmed by her sentiment, although it made him realise how he must have given her the impression not to bother him at home. That was the opposite of what he was aiming for and felt a little angry with himself for giving her that idea.

"You're not disturbing me, you know I love seeing you, it's just difficult to talk sometimes," he reassured her.

He didn't exactly get the reply that he expected. She did not say anything, though it was pretty evident from her expression that she was annoyed about something. Her muzzle curled back ever so slightly in a sneer of sorts, it was only just clear enough for him to see. Her eyes subtlety darkened as she frowned faintly, brow furrowed. Her ears went slightly flatter against her head and her gaze went from him to the floor.

"What's the matter beautiful?" He questioned, a worried look spreading across his face.

"It's just difficult to talk sometimes," she simply retorted.

"Huh? What does that mean?" He asked, a little more frustrated.

"It wouldn't be difficult to talk if we weren't keeping our relationship a secret. What is it with you and secrecy about everything? Don't you love me? Is that it? Can't bear the thought of other people thinking you're a failure if we break up?" She was now speaking angrily, letting out her pent-up aggravation.

"W-what?!" Was all Mark could come back with. If he had his thoughts more collected he may have had more to say. He was very taken back by her sudden outburst. He was shocked into submission and words failed him.

"I want to know Mark, right now! What is going on, it isn't normal to have to keep this kind of thing secret!" She demanded of him, stepping threateningly forward in a stance that showed she was not backing down.

Mark looked at her in horror and anxiety. He simply couldn't lose her, nor could he tell her the truth.

Once again, a battle was being fought inside of Mark's mind. One side of him wanted to confess, but the other side reminded him of all the tribulations he would have to face if the truth went any further. This was no straightforward matter. He wasn't stupid enough not to see what the consequences would be if word spread. What he was more worried about was how this would affect Hazel because she was the oldest and would probably take most of the wrath. Of course, Mark would stand up for her, but would the rest of the world believe him? He could already see the headlines in the wretched media 'Sister Seduces Susceptible Sibling!' Nobody would even bother to listen to the full story about the love they share. His decision at this point in time could very well be the end for the life he loves.

He felt hot all over as if he were being baked in an oven. He twisted and squeezed his paws nervously. His eyes were fixated on the neutral coloured carpet of Mist's room, as he merely couldn't stomach to look at her glaring and scowling expression. His ears were flat back against his head, so much so that they blended in with the rest of him, making him look earless. His tail had gone limp and just hung there, only the very tip had curled slightly. He looked very sorry for himself, like a small kit under strict punishment for a wrongful endeavour. He wasn't searching for any amount of pity from her; he didn't imagine he'd get any anyway. He felt awful, although he could empathise with Mist because he knows how it feels to have secrets kept for him.

"I... I can't..." he stuttered and stumbled. Words were forming in the back of his throat, but he just couldn't say what he wanted to. It was like some kind of magnetic force holding him back and keeping his words down.

There was a lengthy silence that passed between them. Every minute seemed as if it was crawling by like an eternity. They stared at each other with two conflicting expressions. Mist looked angered and disgusted, whilst Mark looked submissive and vulnerable. The only thing he could hear was the thumping of his own heart in his ears. It felt like his head might burst from the surmounting pressure beating like a drum within his inner ear. He desperately needed to say something or at least break eye contact, but he was frozen. He wished she would say something, anything to put him out of the misery and torment he was experiencing. She said nothing and just continued to stare.

"I-I s-should go..." he whispered meekly, his eyes leaving hers and falling down to look at the floor.

He knew once he turned around and walked away that it would be the end for them. It would be the end of such a beautiful relationship and the destruction of a wonderful friendship. It pained like a dagger through the heart for him to do it. He couldn't endure losing her and have to watch as his and her happiness was torn asunder like a carcass left to the wolves. The lump in his chest and the knot in his stomach grew to the point where he wanted to vomit. Was this why his nightmares had returned? Were they a warning, a premonition of events yet to pass? All he knew was that he hadn't felt this bad since Charlie was forcibly evicted from his home and family.

His head turned away from her first, taking one last glance over his beautiful kitten before he lost her forever. His shoulders and legs were quick to follow as his entire body turned away. He had found the strength to do something, just a pity that strength went to waste fuelling his evident cowardice. He felt like a coward, running and hiding from his problems instead of standing strong in the face of adversity. He was too weak minded and too weak willed to stay.

He stepped noiselessly out of her room, slipping out of the door with relative ease. He did not look back, did not stop and did not weep... he simply kept going.

There was no cry of love or apology or forgiveness... just silence.

Mist felt the burning cold envelop her partially naked body; only her thin pink nightgown provided her comfort. There were no sounds of any description as time stopped. She was completely stationary like a statue, unmoving and lifeless. She stared with her vision fixated on the spot where her former lover had stood. There was nobody else in the world apart from her at that moment. The crippling eeriness made her realise how truly and utterly alone she really was.

Her expression had long since turned from deep seething anger, to an aggrieved sad one. That outcome was not what she sought after, to be left alone and despondent. There wasn't even anybody there to comfort her and take the pain away. Her heartbreaking misery swiftly took her over and sent her into a spiral of depression. A vice like grip squeezed the life out of her heart and soul, draining the very essence of her being. The intense grief of loss was like a kick to the stomach and an axe in the skull. Ripping agony shred her insides into a million flaming pieces and scattered them to the four corners of the earth.

A single glistening tear rolled from the bottom of her eye, streaking a pale grey stain down her cheek to the bottom of her chin where it collected and dripped off. She inhaled a deep groggy sniffle to try and fight back more tears, but it was like trying to prevent the inevitable. The floodgates soon opened and further water droplets cascaded down her fluffy cheeks. Her once gorgeous greyish fur soon became marred by the tarnish of salty drips of liquid.

Mist fell backwards onto her bed and hit it with a gentle bounce. She lay on her side and curled up into a tight ball, bringing her knees to her chest and cuddling them. She cried into her lap, eyes closed and sobs of torture being released with every breath. She howled long and loud in her huddled position, tears now pouring onto the bed sheets. She couldn't be anymore upset even if she wanted to. This was the lowest point she could reach. She would have given anything to be with him again, to be in his warm and comforting arms. He completed her in every way imaginable and now because of her stubbornness, she feared that she had lost her happiness forever.

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Mark walked in a ghostly hush. His head was hung even lower than it was earlier and his feeling now absolutely shattered. He felt as if he just wanted to die and stop feeling so much pain anymore. But if it didn't stop him five years ago, then why should it stop him today? Maybe it was because he felt a sort of true love for her, whereas with Charlie it was more a childish attachment to his big brother. But how could that have been if he tried to kiss him? He was so confused, even more confused than he was before he went to see Mist. The only positive thing that came out of the whole situation, was that he didn't have to keep her a secret from anyone for fear of it getting to Hazel's well tuned ears. Maybe it was for the best? It was cruel to keep Mist in the dark like that, but then again, they probably would have broken up if he told her anyway, so what difference did it make? The only difference was that if he told her, then news of his and Hazel's love would spread and they would be separated. Worse still, everyone, even Charlie and their parents would look down upon them. It was better this way... wasn't it?

He dragged himself home again, spirits at an all time low. He stumbled in through the front door, kicking off his shoes with no due consideration of where they might land. He could not hear anybody and let a little sigh of relief go. He had not gotten much off of his chest and what he did manage to remove was only replaced by new feelings of sadness. He still wanted to be alone, although there was something telling him that he needed to be with someone. To have somebody to comfort him and be there for him, but it did not appear that any such person was about.

In his sullen state he decided to utilise the rest of the day to kill a few brain cells on his gamestation. Nothing seemed as appealing as that did.

He walked slowly and enigmatically, traversing the stairs with light feet, but a heavy heart. He was creeping, although he was doing it unintentionally, along the landing to reach what was his own room. It struck him that he hadn't heard a peep out of Charlie or Hazel the whole time he had been in the house. If they had gone out then they wouldn't have left the front door unlocked. That meant that they were in, yet he did not know where they were. He would expect them to be in the lounge watching television, that's all they ever seemed to do. Though he had not seen them when he passed by it, nor had he heard the telly or usual chatter.

With a curious look on his face, he changed his mind and chose to go and find them or at least one of them. His first thought was that they were in Hazel's room, doing what, he did not know. He could see that the door was shut, though that wasn't exactly abnormal. Shrugging, he made up his mind and padded his way over to her room. He again did not recognize that he was practically creeping along the hallway. When he reached her door after only a few steps away, he stopped and listened carefully.

He heard something that was incredibly familiar. It was difficult to pinpoint the sound exactly, but he knew he had taken heed of such a noise before. The only place he could connect such a resonance didn't seem to fit the situation. He crept closer to the door and placed his left ear against his sister's bedroom door. The noise became clearer, but it still didn't make sense for it to be coming from her room without him in there. Moaning... It was moaning! It was unmistakeably whimpers of pleasure echoing throughout the room.

Mark gasped at the thought passing through him and pulled away from the door, having to clasp a paw over his mouth to stop it from being too loud. 'NO! It's not possible! I don't understand?' His mind screeched. He punished himself for having such thoughts and cringed, trying to push the perverted side of him down and obliterate it. Rational thoughts were becoming more and more difficult to conjure as the sounds relentlessly continued.

With a shaking paw, he caught the door handle. His whole body shuddered, as he pulled down the handle bit by bit. He wasn't even sure why he was doing this. Did he really want to look upon what lay behind this door? It was too late to change his mind as the latch clacked quietly and the door fell free of its frame. He stood motionless, not sure of the next move he should make. Should he peek in on them secretly or just go for it and open the door fully? With a deep breath and closed eyes he swung open the door, but not forcefully enough to make any loud noise.

He didn't dare open his eyes; he could picture it already, the two shocked faces of his sibling staring at him. He instantly regretted his choice and began to feel his cheeks burn into a blush. He mouthed an apology and whispered 'sorry' repeatedly.

"Can I help you?" Came a voice he recognised to be his sister's.

Mark slowly and reluctantly opened one eye. The other one opened up fully when he realised what was actually going on. It was an extremely relieving feeling as he felt a weight being lifted from his shoulders as his body relaxed. There was only Hazel in the room and no sign of who he thought was with her.

"B-but I... I thought..." he stammered futilely.

"You're lucky you caught me in a good mood or I might have been angry," she warned him with a mischievous smirk.

It was then that Mark took note of the sort of position she was in. She was led with her head propped up against a pillow with her knees up in the air holding her legs wide open. She had a paw between her legs and he knew what it would have been doing before he burst in. But her paw wasn't alone he could see; the angle he was at he couldn't directly see her slit, but there was definitely something else besides her paw. Her other paw was up on her chest where it was playing with one her nipples. She was still flicking one gently as they spoke.

"I thought you were Charlie at first, you nearly made me jump out of my skin you did," she chuckled, seeing the relieving and funny side.

"So where is Charlie?" Mark felt he must ask.

"He went out on a job, someone's fence needs fixing or something," she shrugged giving him the impression that she wasn't really paying attention when she was told. "Are you coming in or not?" She asked impatiently, wanting to get back to business.

Mark seemed to click back into reality and stepped further inside the room, swinging the door closed before he did. He approached his sister, intrigued as to what he saw between her legs. With her watching his every move, he shuffled around to the foot of the bed. He started getting a clearer picture of what the object was and suddenly began blushing a little. Hazel saw him go red and giggled at his timid, yet overly curious nature. She knew Mark had never seen a vibrator before, but she wondered if he would figure out what it was. The dildo was buried hallway inside her pussy when she decided to fully withdraw it for her brother to see.

Mark's eyes widened a bit as he saw a red length of hard plastic appear from his sister's vagina. It took only a moment to realise what it was and it's purpose. He wasn't stupid and had often heard about them in school amongst general banter, though this was the first time he had actually seen one with his own two eyes. He crept nearer and crawled onto the bed to get a closer look at the vibrator. It was a deep red colour, almost tinged purple. It wasn't an odd looking device, in fact, there wasn't that much difference between his genitals and the dildo, except the toy was bigger. He felt a little self-conscious that he was smaller than what Hazel seemed to desire. Hazel noticed her brothers concern and smiled.

"Don't worry Mark, this is nice," she said waving the object slightly. "But it can't compare to the real thing," she whispered seductively. Mark felt a spasm in his sheath as he started becoming aroused.

"But, where did you get it from?" he choose to ask, since he had never stumbled across her using it before.

"I borrowed it from um... mum," she said a bit shyly, getting embarrassed at the fact. Mark thought about what that meant for a minute, until it eventually hit him.

"Yuck! Sis, I really didn't need to know that!" He exclaimed, disgusted at the fact of where that thing has been. It was something he rarely thought about and hated having it forced upon him in such a way.

"Well you did ask," she laughed at his reaction, she had him there, he did ask for it. "Don't worry, it's clean, well it was clean," she continued to snigger at him.

They stayed in silence for a minute, both just taking the time to absorb the situation. Mark was motionless, aimlessly staring at his sisters dripping slit and slowly becoming more aroused. He had already reached half his full length just looking at her there. Hazel was cooking something up as a devious smirk crawled across her lips.

"I think we should try something different today, you never know, you might like it," She murred seductively, looking at Mark with wild eyes.

Mark wasn't sure about this, whenever his sister got like this a chill went down his spine, although, if past records were anything to go by, she hadn't done anything to harm him. Curiously, but cautiously, he watched her move about on the bed, making it shake and wobble. He stayed put, resting back on his haunches, head cocked slightly to see exactly what she was doing. He realised he was going to have to be naked; he liked not having to wear any clothes anyway. He stripped off behind her as she repositioned. Jeans, boxers, t-shirt and socks all came off and ended up on the floor, adding to the pile already made by Hazel. He observed her as she lifted herself off the bed and flipped herself over so that her tummy was now on the bed sheets. She raised herself up onto her paws and knees, all the time keeping the vibrator in her paw. She looked back over her shoulder with that same lust filled grin.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" She commanded of him, getting impatient.

Not needing any further encouragement than that, Mark hoped up onto all fours and crawled up behind her. Hazel lifted up her tail high in the air and swished it off to her side. She raised her rump higher to allow her brother better access. He eagerly climbed atop her back and mounted her from behind, his chest pressing against her back. Mark's fickle mind had, at least temporarily, forgotten about the break up with Mist and was now working on the present circumstances. Using a paw as a guide, he placed the tip of his now fully erected member against the outer lips of his sister's pussy.

"Ah," she called out, getting Mark's immediate attention. "I said things were going to be different and I meant it," she told him firmly.

Mark looked at her very puzzled. This wasn't an unusual position to do it in so what could they do that was unlike the usual.

"Aim a little bit higher and you'll see what I mean," she murred temptingly, knowing exactly what she wanted from her little brother this afternoon.

Mark got off of her back and sat on his heels again. He listened to what she had said, but he didn't really understand what she meant. He inspected her rear end and tried to figure the somewhat cryptic instruction. His eyes started at her glistening cunny, then drifted upwards as per her directions. His vision came to rest on a pink fleshy ring and Mark jumped back slightly. She wanted him to put his foxhood in there!? She must have been making some kind of mistake.

"But sis... t-that's your um..." he whispered nervously, his face full of concern as well as deep blush.

"You'd be right about that, that's my tail hole," she informed him with an affirmative nod.

Mark came over as very uncomfortable with her plan and didn't really agree with her. After all, that was the place were Hazel... he shook his head, the prospect to horrible to even think about. 'How can that even feel good?' he asked himself, bemused as to why she would want him to do it for any other reason. 'I don't think even I'll fit in there,' he questioned his own abilities. Hazel sensed his hesitation.

"Don't worry, I promise it'll feel good, for both of us," she reassured him, waggling her butt in the air to entice him. "But you'll have to get me wet first or otherwise nothing is going anywhere," She made sure to instruct him.

"H-how?" He questioned her meekly, still not sure about this.

"Well, you can either lick me there or lick a finger and push it into me, your choice, I'm not picky," she giggled cutely.

Mark gulped, not seeing eye to eye with his sister here, though he couldn't help feel very turned on by the whole idea. He was at least thankful that he was given a choice, although neither seemed very pleasant. Reluctantly, but still full with intrigue, his sucked on the middle finger of his right paw. When he thought he had done a good enough job of preparing it, he pulled his digit out of his mouth and lowered it to his sisters tail hole. He touched the very pad of it against her pink flesh, but immediately recoiled when the ring seemed to tighten from his touch. He looked at her worriedly, not liking this even more.

"Sorry about that, not used to having somebody other than me touch my tail hole," she flipped her head back over her shoulder and said.

Mark turned his attention back to his sister's rear. With the same wetted finger, he tentatively approached her again. He pressed his digit against her fleshy ring once again; only this time there was very little reaction. He made a small circle, exploring fully the outside of this new territory. He heard Hazel gasp harshly and buck forwards. He was unsure whether or not to continue, then he heard the most reassuring thing of all.

"Oh, that feels good..." Hazel murred pleasantly, settling herself down.

Mark was filled with a bit more confidence as he listened to that and it spurred him on to take it a bit further. He pushed a little bit more and watched as the shimmering tip of his finger disappeared into his sister's tail hole. He carried on forcing his way deeper and slowly, but surely, he worked his way into the first joint in his finger. With a little more force, more and more of his finger slipped into her. Deeper and deeper his single digit went, sliding ever further into a somewhat forbidden zone, until now that is. Eventually, he reached the end of the road and his knuckle came to rest at her taut entrance.

"Very good, now just leave it there for a minute and then pull out," she instructed him again, knowing this was an incredibly undiscovered area for Mark.

After a minute or two, Mark slowly began to withdraw his finger from her butt, until it finally popped out and was free.

"See, that wasn't so bad was it?" Hazel asked with a praising smile.

"Nope," Mark yipped proudly, feeling he had done well, his tail wagging happily.

"But I don't think that's going to be enough," she smirked at him, basically telling him what it was he needed to do.

Mark's ears drooped slightly, a finger was one thing, but his tongue was another. Yet, there was always that nagging part of his brain that was telling him how wonderful it would be to do. It took him a while, but he finally worked up the courage to move his muzzle down towards her butt cheeks. He sniffed at her rear to test it out. To his surprise, it smelt plain, almost scented even. With a little bit more encouragement and bravery built up, he moved his muzzle only an inch away. He timidly stuck out his fox tongue and closed the gap between it and her. It was the slightest of touches, but Hazel obviously felt it and gasped. With one confidently quick lick and a cringe, as if to just get it over with, Mark ran his tongue over the little ring. Once more to his astonishment, it didn't taste of anything either. Having another boost to his confidence, he flicked out his tongue and slowly licked her. He passed over her tail hole a few more times, until he decided to stick the very tip of his tongue inside. With a little bit of easing, he managed to massage her insides and lubricate it nicely.

All this time Hazel was moaning lightly, trying her best not to ram her butt into his cute little muzzle. It just felt so good to have that part of her played with by someone else for a change.

When Mark thought he had done a fine enough job, he stopped licking and pulled back, sitting on his haunches. He gazed in interest at the flesh he had been lubricating, readying it for what he knew was to come. Hazel turned her head to him and showed him how satisfied she was.

"That was wonderful," she murred amiably. "Now, just do what you would normally do, only this time, stick it in my butt," she smiled warmly, telling him it was okay.

"A-are you s-sure I'll f-fit?" he inquired nervously. He really couldn't see how anything at all could fit in such a tight space.

"If I can get this dildo in my butt with just a bit of lube gel, then I think I can handle my little bro," Hazel told him sweetly, wanting nothing more than to turn back and give her brother a big hug.

Mark blushed from the way she explained it as she once again brought his awareness to the size differences. Gradually, he positioned himself atop his sister as he usually would. He placed his paws at the sides of her hips to hold her steady. Also, in this position he had a good view of where everything was going so he didn't make any mistakes. He raised himself up a bit, to bring him level with her tail hole. His prominent erection stood tall as if overly eager to bury inside of his sisters butt. He pressed his very tip onto the exterior and watched as it convulsed.

"Not too deep, too fast," she told him after another sharp intake of breath.

Mark nodded, even though she could not see him. With slow, almost motionless movements, he started to penetrate her. He couldn't believe his eyes as the pink flesh began to envelop his foxhood. At first it was relatively easy as he watched the foremost inch disappear into her depths. But then things became a little more of a struggle and he had to push a bit harder. Another inch sunk deeper and the resistance to his full length grew. Mark started to feel a twinge of pain from his cock, as she was so tight. His incursion continued, bringing him ever closer to finally bumping hips. Now it was getting a lot harder to go any further and the agony he felt was increasing. He concentrated hard and bit his lip slightly. He continued to watch in utter amazement as yet more of himself slipped into his sister. When abruptly, he could go no further. His groin came to rest on her rump as he had fully hilted himself within her.

He stayed there for a while, not because he thought he had to, but because he wasn't sure if he should move or not. He took the time to feel the tightly squeezing pressure around his whole shaft and the regular constriction that was an addition to stimulation. She was nice and warm as well, it felt like some kind of specially designed instrument to keep his cock warm through the winter. Without warning, something inside of him kicked in that removed all doubt with the situation and replaced it with pure lust. He felt the urge to rouse pleasure for himself and his partner.

He began to pull out again, freeing his length from his sisters tail hole. There was a lot of suck and resistance when he tried, but through perseverance he managed it. Only the tip remained in the warmth and he immediately missed being inside as he started to feel the comparative cold of the outside. With a bit more ease than last time, he pushed back in, observing as his salvia covered member slipped back into her. He hilted himself much quicker this time, already feeling the difference as Hazel's tail hole had acclimatised to his presence. Once more he heaved backwards with much less resistance.

Pants of fatigue came from both of them as Mark began to build up some speed, pumping in and out at a faster pace. Hazel still had the vibrator in her left paw and now her plan could come to fruition. Having only one paw in which to do anything, she had to use her teeth to twist the small knob at the bottom of the dildo. The vibrator whirred into action in her paw, which shook madly. To keep herself stable, she needed to keep at least on paw on the bed. She trailed the still juiced toy down her belly to her pussy. She quickly found her entrance and slipped the quivering item between her labia and deep into her slit. She cried out in ecstasy, having both her holes filled.

Mark jumped when something suddenly started to vibrate against his buried shaft. He would have stopped if it didn't cause a rocket of pleasure to stream through his entire cock and proceeded to tingle his balls. However, still curious about what the hell was doing that, he looked down and tilted his head to the right slightly. He saw the hard red object ramming in and out of his sisters pussy. He wasn't about to argue when it was giving him so much bliss as well as her.

Hazel felt the unbridled delight with the toy and her brother slamming into her holes. Her right arm shook and weakened, until finally collapsing. She went crashing down onto the pillow, turning her head so she didn't suffocate herself. She moaned loudly and bucked her hips back into Mark to try and bury both him and the toy even further into her depths. Her cries became breathless groaning pants as her orgasm quickly built in her gut, ready to explode. She slammed the vibrator faster and faster into herself, feeling the pleasing pulsations shake her body.

Mark was sent into a frenzy of thrusts, head arching over his back, howling out a growl. He was going at speeds he didn't think possible in such a tight contained space. He could feel her insides stretched over his cock and grinding against his smooth shaft. Combined with the orgasmic feeling of the vibrator against the underside of his foxhood, he was in a world of pure ecstasy. He felt Hazel's tail hole become tighter still, but only for short periods before hastily tightening again. Then he heard her scream out in pleasure.

Hazel's paws grabbed at the bed sheets and her claws dug in deep. The most amazing and satisfying orgasm of her life was now racking through her entire body. She went completely stiff as her orifices gripped hard around her brother and the toy. She felt like she might die from pleasure overload as a bursting feeling shattered her loins. Her pussy juices leaked fluently from her cunt and began to soak the quilt below. Each passing of her brother's shaft in her tail hole was like a new ecstasy and a new orgasm all over again. She howled piercingly, back arching and eyes screwed shut.

Mark could not hold off any longer as she tightened tremendously around him. With a heavy grunt and one final thrust, his member began to surge with pleasure. He hilted himself completely as a jet of his cum sprayed into his sisters tail hole. He moaned and grunted; bucking his hips with such force Hazel was sent banging into the pillow. His incredible climax continued with squirt after squirt of his cream, filling his sister was his sperm. He coloured her deep pink, almost purple, anal walls with his whitish ooze. He grasped her sides and held her steady as each drive sent another ejaculation into her colon.

Hazel could feel her brothers hot semen fill up her ass, as the tight seal was letting none out. She could feel the heated liquid pour into her and she loved it. Her limbs became limber once more and she began to work vibrator into her pussy again, prolonging her powerful climax.

The stream of cum that he was flooding into his sister soon came to an end. He still thrust hard to send a few last spurts her way. He collapsed on top of her, his chest coming to rest on her back. He breathed harshly onto the back of her neck, trying to refill his lungs that had become starved of oxygen. His hips continued to buck; even though no more cum was being produced there was still a lingering orgasm in his shaft.

Hazel panted with him, the heat of his body on top of hers made her feel snugly and warm. It was impossible to resist sleep when such an energy draining experience had just claimed her. She knew very well that Charlie would arrive home soon, but she really didn't care at this moment. Her afterglow was simply too perfect and her energy too low to even budge an inch. She wished she could sleep this way every night, with her brother and her lover keeping her warm with his love filling her completely.

They lay there one atop the other, brother and sister together as the evening of such a pleasant Friday closed in. The suns rays beamed through the gap in the curtains and lit the two of them up. It was like something out a fairy tale and for now at least, it seemed to have a happy ending. They were siblings that shared the same shadow, joined together in a bond thought unbreakable by any creature. And yet, the ever-looming heartache was still upon Mark's conscious, tearing him up inside like a wild beast. It was only now that he realised what it is he must do.

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If somebody could tell me specifically what they thought of the dream scene i would be most grateful!

Thank you for reading! Hope you all enjoyed ^^