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"Pleeeease Zakie?" Wheezie whined at her brother, "It would only take a minute. I really want to."

"No Wheezie, I'm not even gonna try," he replied sternly, crossing his single arm with his sister's, "It's gross, it's wrong, and I simply won't do it."

"But... but I can't do it without you Zakie," she whined.

"And that's exactly why we're not sliding down the mud hills!" Zak affirmed, "Now if you can't think of anything clean we can both do, then I think we should just go home.

"Fine," Wheezie said, crestfallen, "Let's just go home then."

Zak and Wheezie were often at odds; sharing the same body meant sharing activities, a bed, friends, and every other aspect of their life. Even more frustrating, they were just past the end of their youth and well into the awkwardness of young-adulthood. But being that they shared genders in addition to everything else, 'the talk' had been a rather odd thing, even despite having twin-headed relatives. But despite their newfound maturity, they realized that little had truly changed between them. Wheezie still loved reckless fun while Zak preferred neat, orderly amusement.

The rift was obvious as they walked home, Wheezie purposefully dragging her foot to slow their progress. Zak didn't allow Wheezie's tactics to discourage him, knowing that he was right to stop her from making a mess of them both. Deep in his heart, he knew that this would certainly come back to haunt him. His sister might have spent his entire life at his side... literally... but she was still very female when it came to emotions. While she might laugh and snort when friends were around, the story sometimes became incredibly different when they were alone together.

Flying would have brought them home much quicker, but Wheezie stubbornly refused to use her wing, making it impossible to achieve anything more than circles if he had tried. Walking was the only option left. But soon enough, they came across the small stump-like form of a knuckerhole, the magical network of tunnels that ran through Dragonland. With no way left to protest, Wheezie jumped with her brother into the puckered-looking opening and slid through the tunnels that would take them home. Despite herself, Wheezie let out a fair few giggles. Sliding down a knuckerhole was never a fun experience for her.

Moments later they arrived at their home. It was a fairly large cave for two dragons, their parents having settled into a new home not far away. And while they reveled in their newfound freedom, they were ever at loggerheads over the state of the place. Like their room, half the house was cluttered and untidy, the other half pristine and orderly.

At the threshold sat a large brown-paper-wrapped box, covered in postage stickers.

"It came!" shouted Wheezie with an invigorated laugh, "It's finally here!"

"What came?" Zak inquired earnestly, "and when were you able to order something without me noticing?!"

"You sleep more than me Zakie," Wheezie replied, as if it explained everything. Without further explanation she hooked her claws under the twine and hefted the box onto her shoulder.

"What's in it?"

"Nunya," Wheezie stated coolly, "fresh from Mindyabiznis-stan."

She left her brother to ponder the geography of her made-up country as they made their way into their bedroom. To Zak's great surprise, Wheezie didn't simply toss the box into a corner as she was typically wont to do, placing it instead at her bedside. The secret box ignored, Zak set about tidying his already obsessively neat side of the room while Wheezie busied herself with some craft or other from her pouch.

"Alrighty Wheeze," Zak announced as he finished his daily tidy, "Time for a shower I think."

"Aaaawww Zakie! I'm still doin' stuff!" his sister complained, "Just ten more minutes!"

"Wheezie, come on, I can't do I without you." Zak deadpanned.

"That's just what I said on the mud hills! Why should I do what you want?"

"That would have gotten us horribly dirty!" Zak argued, his voice rising, "A shower will get us clean! How can you not see the difference?!"

"It's not fair," Wheezie protested, "As soon as it's something you want to do, it's fine to tell me to do it. It shouldn't matter if we're dirty or clean, we need to learn to give and take."

Zak considered his sister's words for a moment, his anger dissipating a bit before he spoke again. Wheezie was acting like a child, it was true, but this had always been a perennial sort of argument between them. Zak hated to be wrong, but once he had calmed a bit he realized that he was wrong indeed. He didn't want to retract what he had said, but at the same time he wanted to make it all right. Swallowing his pride, he instead put his hand up to rest on Wheezie's shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he sighed, "You're right. It wasn't fair of me to do that. But you've got to admit... showers are good things. I'm only trying to look out for us Wheez."

Wheezie sighed, moving her hand to stroke along Zak's cheek. Her expression of anger had softened to something that told him that he wasn't quite forgiven, but things could improve.

"I know showers are good Zakie, but I just want you to remember this the next time you don't want to do something. We've always had problems with getting along, but it's how we compromise that makes us work."

"Alright Wheez," Zak conceded, "Tell ya what, I'll let you do two dirty things, whatever you want, and you just remind me that I said that... if you'll forgive me of course."

Wheezie laughed aloud, capping it with a snort, "Alright I forgive you Zakie. Just remember, you said 'whatever I want'. I'm gonna hold you to that."

Zak laughed nervously with his sister, wondering just what Wheezie could possibly do to him. She never was the 'revenge' type, but he had no doubt in his mind that this would come back to haunt him.

The cascade of water trickled over Zak and Wheezie's scales, causing soft notes to sound with each impact of a droplet. In a full shower it sounded like a beautiful and complex symphony of tinkling notes. When they had been hatchlings, Zak and Wheezie had reveled in the sound, finding endless amusement just hearing it. As they grew older they found that they could even manipulate the music by twisting this way and that. But now, in their young-adult years, the novelty had worn thin and they found that there were more things to do in the world.

Being that they were Siamese-twins, possessed of only one arm each, Zak and Wheezie typically had to wash synchronously. And of course, because of this there were portions that the other was more able to reach on the other than they could reach on themselves. The backs of elbows were forever a problem, for example. But because they understood this need, they had never been awkward about it. In the past, they would even play games while washing; taking turns at who could clean where.

But today, the game took a new turn. It wasn't until the twins bent down to clean their legs that Zak accidentally brushed Wheezie's inner thigh as he was cleaning his own. The sensation sent a thrill through her spine causing her neck to straighten and her mind to fill with all sorts of naughty thoughts. Despite their closeness, Zak and Wheezie had never been at all intimate. They knew about the other gender, but never had they really let it evolve past that. Wheezie, of course, had discovered the wonders of self-pleasure, but usually it was a secret thing in the middle of the night while Zak slept. Zak, on the other hand, was as stodgy and prudish as ever.

While Wheezie had seen him erect before, an unavoidable result of being male, she had never seen him do anything about it. In fact, she had spent many an embarrassing morning waiting for him to go down so they could get on with their day. After her own discovery of sexual release, she often wondered why he simply didn't do the same. They had both listened to the same talk their parents gave, after all.

But now, all Wheezie wished was that she could attend to her own sudden arousal. At the same time she wondered why she shouldn't and why Zak shouldn't join her. In a sudden rush of boldness, Wheezie directed her washcloth up her brother's thigh and washed directly around the sensitive slit where their genitals hid. Not as sensitive as the pink treasures themselves, the opening still was able to give both a jolt of pleasurable feeling.

"Wheeze?" Zak asked curiously, "Wh-what are you doing?"

"Helping you," she muttered distractedly.

"H-helping me what?"

"Helping you relax, silly."

Zak couldn't help watch his sister as she played with their shared opening. She had her eyes locked intently upon their 'private place' and didn't seem to mind teasing it at all. Part of him wanted to tell her to stop, to say that this was wrong... but then again it didn't feel wrong. It felt quite good in fact.

He knew exactly what she was trying to do, and deep in his loins he knew what would happen next. Despite her acting to the contrary, he also knew what she did to herself at night. He had always tried to leave her some privacy, worrying that if he confronted her that she might be angry or embarrassed... or worse. Just the same, he had never played with himself, even though both siblings knew about the spontaneous erections that males naturally got. Still, he couldn't remember a single boner where he hadn't wished some female dragon was around.

Of course, he and his sister had never dated either. Really they hadn't even talked about that subject, each expecting that the other would be too weirded-out by the other's choice in partner. After all, Zak certainly didn't want to be on a date with an attractive female and have Wheezie beside him making it awkward or comparing herself to his date. He also wasn't terribly keen on the males Wheezie might favor. But now... now...

Wheezie's eyes brightened as Zak's penis slithered up from their slit. It was an odd sensation, because even though the feeling in it was tied to Zak's side, she could still feel some sensation from the parts that were connected with here. She could feel, for instance, the shaft expanding against the top of her feminine tunnel, and she could feel Zak shudder at her soapy, washcloth-clad touch. Experimentally, she stroked the sudsy cloth up and down the turgid pink shaft, smiling excitedly as Zak let out a shivering sigh of delight.

"Oh wow Wheezie," He marveled, sending his words to the ceiling, "That feels great! A little weird, but great!"

"Mmm, I'm glad you think so Zakie," she replied, her words sounding right next to his sensitive shaft, "I've... I've always wanted to try this. I guess I was worried you would be creeped out or something."

"Well... it is a new thing. I mean... I know we're siblings and all... and that you're a girl and all..."

"We share the same body Zakie," Wheezie laughed, "Technically we're both girls and boys! I mean, technically, we're the same person! So why not?"

"Uh... well I guess that makes sense..."

"Of course it does! Now let me play with you, and I'll show ya how to play with me!"

"I... um..." Zak stuttered, nervousness suddenly growing in him.

"Consider it one of my 'dirty things'," she added.

"Well, when you put it that way."

Seeing that she had won the argument, Wheezie continued her work on Zak's surprisingly hard shaft. Though she had lived with this fine piece of dragon-meat all her life, this was the first time she had ever actually touched it. She enjoyed how it felt, firm and hard, yet with some give and a bit squishy. So often during her late-night escapades, she had wondered what it would feel like to have something other than her fingers inside, and now all she could think about was Zak's cock would feel like inside her.

At first she stroked gingerly, uncertain about how sensitive her brother's tool might be. She knew how delicate her own parts were and, being that they lay just beneath his, it seemed like it should be. Of course in the time since her erotic discovery she had built up a great tolerance to the touch of her own hand and could now, quite thoroughly, punish her pussy without discomfort. Zak, on the other hand, didn't even touch it himself! Fortunately, Zak stepped in, his hand over hers, and adjusted her grip.

"That's right," he moaned, "and make sure you roll your fingers over the head... oooh just like that."

Wheezie laughed at her newfound plaything, enjoying how her fingers would roll over the ridge at the head of her brother's cock, how it would make him twitch and moan, and how she imagined that he was imagining driving it into some hot dragoness. The very notion that her brother was so turned on by what she was doing made her, in turn, quite horny. In fact, she lamented being stuck with only one hand and no opportunity to play with herself. Worst of all, Zak was using his hand to brace against the wall so he could focus on the attention he was receiving.

It wasn't long at all before Wheezie had a plan... a wonderfully perverse plan.

"Zakie?" she asked.

"Mmmhmmm?" he responded, eyes closed and a huge grin on his face.

"Can... can I..." she hesitated, only for a moment, "can I use my mouth?"

Zak's eyes shot open in an instant. Shocked, he looked down at his amorous sister, who caught his gaze with wide pleading eyes.

"Wh...Wh...Wheezie?! We... We can't!" Zak cried, more out of surprise than anything, "I... I mean your hand is one thing... but..."

"I just..." Wheezie replied forlornly, "I needed my hand... you know... for me? I just thought... I mean, since you were having so much fun."

"I... why didn't you just say? I would have helped."

"Really Zakie?!" she piped up, forlorn hopes rekindled, "You'd do that?!"

"Hey," he said sheepishly, "what are big brothers for?"

"We're the same age," Wheezie deadpanned, "But I'll go with the big part!"

Wheezie capped off her joking statement with another snorting laugh that managed to get water up her nose. Zak's face was blushed as he considered his sister's words. Of course she couldn't have seen another dragon's penis... not without him knowing... but he took the compliment in stride and moved to 'help' his sputtering sister. Bending his side down, his hand closed over his sister's, and then slithered down to the slit below his jutting manhood. Wheezie recovered herself with a moan of delight as Zak rubbed along the opening, his hand just below hers.

"Is... is that ok?" he cautioned, testing his newfound limits, "does it feel good yet?"

"Zah-hah-kie," Wheezie giggled, "don't you know how girls like it?"

"J-just from what I've learned being next to you," he replied, "our parents only ever taught us the basics."

"Aaaand? The basics say that the male penis," she squeezed him for emphasis before lowering her hand to his, "goes IN the dragoness' vagina!"

Zak was about to question how they would possibly manage this when Wheezie slipped his fingertips into her hot, wet slit. The words died on Zak's tongue as his eyes flew wide, mystified by the delightful tactile experience of feeling up his sister's slit. Though only a tiny distance apart, he could only peripherally feel what his sister must have felt. A few seconds exploration found that if he went up near his own member, Wheezie would jump and gasp, twitching her half of her tail so that it thumped against the shower floor with a splash. Conversely, when he went down the slick, shallow valley of his sister's labia, he found a hole, deeper and hotter than before. As he tested the entrance of Wheezie's vagina, her breath quickened to a pant.

"Yeah, Yeah Zakie! Right there. In there!"

Needing no further encouragement, a smile wide upon his face, Zak slid a finger in as far as it would go. As her brother's hand went to work, Wheezie returned to hers. She closed her hand over Zak's needy dick and stroked as quickly as she dared. Both pairs of eyes were fixed on their task, watching with profound interest as their sibling, with whom they had shared their whole lives, discovered something new and wonderful about their own body.

Wheezie peeked up first, seeing the wonder in her brother's face as she made no effort to conceal her passionate cries. At that moment she knew she wanted something more... and she knew just what it was.

"Zakie?" she said softly, "Zakie, look at me."

As her brother's green face turned toward hers, she leaned in to kiss him. The first landed squarely on his nose, causing a bit of surprise. Fortunately, Zak quickly caught on to the idea and soon both were kissing furiously, if a bit fumbling, as the heat grew between them. With all the excitement, the novelty, and the stimulation, it wasn't long at all before both reached their peak. Zak's seed shot in creamy white spurts onto the shower wall while Wheezie clenched and spasmed around her brother's fingers.

Both a bit woozy from their expulsive climax, the twins held their position and let the water run freely down their saturated scales. Both panted and reveled in the sensation of their first afterglow together. As was usually the case, Wheezie recovered faster. Despite sharing a body, Wheezie's side was generally the more active and was blessed with stronger, faster muscles.

"Pretty good for your first try," she snickered, "When are you gonna be up for another round?"

"Are you serious Wheezie? There's no way..." Zak started, "Wait a minute, are you ready to go again?!"

"Aren't you?" she laughed, "I can go three or four times a night, sometimes all in a row!"

"Gyah, no wonder I always wake up feeling like I've run a marathon!"

"Umm..." Wheezie said idly, breaking from her lewd admission and yet reaching down to fondle her slit "We should probably shut the water off and get out. I'd getting kinda cold yannow."

"Come on Wheezie, would you stop playin' with yourself and use your half of the towel? You're dripping wet!"

"Mmmm, don't I know it!" Wheezie sighed sultrily before excitedly admitting, "It's just so liberating now that I don't have to keep it secret anymore!"

"Seriously Wheeze, you're getting water everywhere."

"Ooooh alright," she grumped, extracting her slippery wet hand and drying herself, "Spoilsport."

"Come on, we can have more fun later, right now I'm just worried about getting us cold and sick."

Wheezie perked up immediately, "Really Zakie? We can do more?!"

"Uh... I mean..." Zak said with a blush, "Yannow, if you want..."

"Ooooh Zakie!" Wheezie exclaimed with a kiss to her brother's cheek, "You're the best! Of course I want to! It's something all the other dragons get to do and now we get to do it together!"

"A-alright Wheezie, but... I think first we should set some ground rules," Zak cautioned, "Like... no doing something the other doesn't want. And no embarrassing stuff."

"Aww come on Zakie," Wheezie whined, "Rules for playtime?"

"I mean it Wheezie," Zak warned, "If I don't wanna do something, you can't force me."

"Alright, I suppose that's fair," Wheezie conceded, "But that goes both ways. You can't embarrass me either."

"What would I do that is so embarrassing?!"

"Don't worry, I'll let you know," Wheezie laughed, "Now that that is out of the way... what say we lie down and play a little more?"

"You're insatiable Wheezie," Zak laughed before leaping onto the bed with his sister.

"We'll get you there too Zakie!"

Back again they went to their play. This time, at Wheezie's insistence, they worked on their own special places to show the other what to do best. Zak took a little longer to get himself ready, whereas Wheezie immediately plunged her fingers in and set to work. Being that it was Zak's first experience by himself, it took longer for him to find a good rhythm and grip to stroke himself off with. Between them, they learned all they could about the other's preferences and tried to get as comfortable as they could. It wasn't until they turned out the lights and continued kissing and touching that they noticed the glow in the room.

"Our dragonbadges!" they both cried out.

There they were, the necklaces that held their musical-note dragonbadges. Zak and Wheezie knew they only glowed when they overcame personal difficulties, specifically for them they glowed when the pair worked together and learned to cooperate. Now that they had taken their combined lives to a new level, the badges shone warmly, bathing them in a sense of achievement.

"I wonder how long they've been doing that," Zak mused aloud.

"Probably since the shower," Wheezie giggled, "And speaking of which... you never answered my question in there."

"Which question? I don't remember any question," Zak asked, confused.

"Can I... um... use my mouth?" she asked.

"I... uh..."

"I can always stop if you don't like it," she pressed on seductively, "Just imagine my lips on you hard, throbbing, aching..."

"Okay, okay," Zak caved, "but... I mean... only if you want to."

With that, Wheezie's long neck arched down over their shared belly, her lips gently seeking out Zak's excitedly erect cock. Tentatively she kissed the head, turning the kiss into a lick as she experimented with his flavor. After a couple of tries, she decided that it wasn't such a bad thing and, with no further hesitation, leaned in and took the entire length into her mouth. Luckily she had a long muzzle, long enough to handle her brother's member and still not worry about gagging, but the thought of what he must look like and the subtle twitches of her brother as he moaned out at the new sensation made her giggle.

"Aaah! Watch the teeth Wheezie!" Zak cried as his sister giggled around him and began stroking with her neck. Despite the wonderful feeling of Wheezie's hot mouth engulfing him, he felt tense and uneasy at the closeness of her pointed fangs to his sensitive shaft.

Thoughtfully, Wheezie tucked in her lips to cover her pointy teeth. It was her first blowjob, after all, and there were so many things to consider. She tried to picture in her mind what her pussy must feel like, hoping to match it on her brother's sizeable meat, but time and again she kept going back to how good it felt to have a cock in her mouth, and how much better it would be to have one jammed in her pussy as well. Luckily, she was able to reach down and play with herself as she shamelessly sucked off her brother. Even as she went, another thought crept into her mind. A way to get him to cum quicker.

Zak cried aloud as Wheezie began to hum a tune even through a mouthful of his own meat. Somehow she was able to hit a harmonious note that set the scales around their slit aquiver. The smooth bobbing of her head, the humming, and the occasional play at his base soon had him spasming out another orgasm, right into Wheezie's mouth. Zak's eyes were squinted tight as the pleasure sent flashes shooting through his vision. He didn't see Wheezie's head jerk back, coughing at the unexpected jets of semen that had suddenly erupted in her mouth. At the feel of her coughs splashing on his groin, Zak's eyes snapped open.

"Wheezie are you ok?" Zak cried before catching sight of the mess, "Aaaww Wheezie!!"

"A little..." Wheezie said between coughs, "A little warning next time," she finished with a slightly grumpy edge to her voice.

"Aw Wheeze, I'm sorry. I promise to tell you next time..." he said consolingly, "um... but I think we need another shower."

Later that night Zak lay asleep, snoozing soundly from his exhausting revelations. Wheezie, of course, was still awake, playing with some craft or other until she felt the urge to sleep. Suddenly she remembered the surprise that had been waiting for her that day. Reaching beside her bed, she took hold of the package there. With her sharp claws she slit open the tape that closed the package, dug around inside, and hefted her prize free.

There, a red cardboard box proclaimed in bold yellow letters; "Clone-A-Claw". It was the kit for making fun replicas of hands, toys, or any other thing that you could imagine! Wheezie peered through the instructions, kicking the rest of the packaging to the floor without second thought. This kit offered a dozen ways to make and sculpt new things, from candles to centerpieces to gelatin-shapes! Included were the mold-making frames, mold filling clay, packets of resin powder, files, sculpting tools, and dyes.

For nearly an hour Wheezie lay in bed, practicing the shapes she wanted her first claw-model to hold. She imagined, among her many ideas, making a gelatin hand and laying it across Zak's chest just to spook him. Bored of this, she scanned the room looking for other good candidate to clone with her kit. As fate would have it, Zak stirred in his sleep, dreaming of something orderly and neat no doubt. Wheezie watched her brother's form writhe a bit, but then caught sight of a prominent side-effect of his dream. Right before her eyes, heralded by only a slight slithering sensation, her brother became rock-hard erect.

Now she knew just what to clone.

Mixing the molding clay was troublesome with only one arm, but Wheezie's enthusiasm drove her onward. Hastily she assembled the required ingredients, worrying that the beautiful boner her brother sported might diminish. As soon as she could she filled the cylindrical mold-blank with the clay and unceremoniously plopped it down over Zak's throbbing, twitching erection.

"Mmmm, Wheeezie," Zak moaned in his sleep.

"Oooh Zakie," Wheezie whispered, her excitement growing alongside his, "you like that? You want your cock in your sister's cunt you dirty, dirty boy?"

"NNNnnnyeah, Wheeeezzzzz."

That minute and a half was the longest Wheezie had ever waited. Not only was her slit achingly aroused at the thought of finally having a dragon-dong inside, but because she had to hold the mold until it hardened, she couldn't even play with herself! But at long last the clay set and Wheezie slipped her prize off her brother's slightly softened member. Still aroused, she didn't bother playing just yet. She had work to do.

Half an hour later, both Zak's erection and Wheezie's arousal had receded, though Wheezie still felt a burning need within her that she knew would flare to life as soon as she had time. By now she was waiting eagerly as the now-purple filling cured and hardened. She had used more than she needed to form a base that she could grip. She simply didn't want to miss a millimeter of her brother's length when she finally got to use it. As soon as the filling was firm enough, she carefully took up the sculpting tool. Around the base she carved the words she had been yelling out since she was a child. "Loooove It!"

Content with this, she busied herself getting off one last time before sleep.

Wheezie's head fell back onto her pillow, laughing through her nose at the thrill of what she had just done. Her mouth was full of her brother's spunk, having successfully contained his entire load thanks to his warning. Better yet, her brother had also just rubbed her to orgasm at nearly the same time he unloaded into her.

"Didja get it all Wheezie?" Zak questioned perversely, "Did I do it right?"

Swallowing the salty, tangy jizz, Wheezie laughed out loud, showing her sticky, pearl-sheened teeth.

"Lllloooooove It!" she shouted, her face beaming with delight.

"I am sooo glad you convinced me to do this!" Zak added, "I can hardly believe it's only been since the night before last!"

Both laughed in their joy content, if only for now, that they could express their desires and find relief.

"I love you Wheezie," Zak admitted with more fervor than he had planned.

"I love you too Zakie," Wheezie added, "But I'm not ready to stop yet. I've got something new to try."

"What do you mean?" Zak wondered, "what else can we do? I mean we are basically in the same body. Unless you mean... I mean... I don't think my neck will bend that far..."

"Zakie you perv," Wheezie said with a snorting laugh, "next thing you know, you'll want to stick your big ol' cock in my tender innocent pussy."

"Well... I... uh..." Zak sputtered.

Wheezie smiled and giggled at her brother's continued innocence despite all that had happened already. But ultimately, she knew what she wanted and she wouldn't let a bit of jitters stop her. Slowly, smoothly, she leaned in close to Zak's ear and whispered softly.

"Well, I want your big ol' cock in my tender, innocent pussy Zakie," she breathed, "I want it sooo bad I can taste it."

This time, Zak burst out laughing,

"Oh Wheezie! I see what you're doing," he snickered, "but come on, don't tease me like that."

"Who's teasing," she said with a grin.

"Wha... wait... what?!" Zal exclaimed as Wheezie revealed her toy. Aside from its clear-purple color and the base, it appeared to be a replica dragon penis! "Where in Dragonland did you get THAT?!"