FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Filthy Memoirs from a Filthy Leopard #3: Incest

I'm going to let you guys in on an actual secret this time... Wow, I thought when I started doing these posts that I'd have the courage, by now, to spill out all of my darkest and filthiest actions and desires, but this one's a little tough. Although... I guess from the title that you can guess where this is going.

When I was fifteen, I seduced my seventeen year old brother. His name's Jess Worthy. He's a leopard and cheetah mix. We called him a cheetard to piss him off. Funny right? Mom's a cheetah; dad's a leopard. I always found him fuckin' hot. He was so well built; borderline musclehead, you know: those kinds of guys who go to the gym three times a week. He used to play football in high school; when he'd come home tired and sweaty, I couldn't help myself. One look at his body spread under those tight pants and jersey and I'd go wild; I'd have to rush to my room to jerk off right then. I kinda detailed this in my first entry, but since I was the runt of the litter, I'd be stuck with most of the chores none of the rest of my siblings wanted to do and, since they could force me to do them, I'd have to do things like wash the dishes, take out the trash, and, most importantly: do the laundry. You can probably guess that his jockstrap and me became the best of friends.

His odor was massive, and I stole a few of his dirty jockstraps and hid them under my bed to play with them at night. But this is about his junior high prom. Anyway, he had taken this girl, I don't remember her name, she was a bitch, to the prom and later that night she wouldn't put out. He came home angry and aggressive with the bluest balls I could imagine.

He snuck a bottle of whisky and a few beers from our dad and, since our parents decided that because their kids were probably out screwin' around, they too would screw around. They rented a hotel so they were gone for the night. I was tired and hot (it was an abnormally warm spring) so I was lounging around my room in my underwear. Jess kept walking back and forth glancing inside with a scowl on his face, the bottle of booze in one hand, and a smoke in the other.

I simply sat on the bed, legs spread, my crotch open to him, tail flicking back and forth; just watching him intently; my orange eyes following him as he walked by shirtless in his black slacks. Finally he stepped inside, leaning drunkenly against the doorframe.

"What the fuck're you doing?" he had growled, eyeing me.

"Nothing, dear brother; how'd your date go?" I replied soothingly, the words slipping past my lips like a whisper. I crossed my legs, making sure to push my cock and balls upwards. They sat like a little, bulbous package against my tight underwear. I had broken out an old pair to wear for him; it was a few sizes too small.

"Don't even ask me about it, asshole; you know how it went!" he snarled stepping forward to push me over on the bed. I fell back limply, curling my arms upwards and pushing out my chest, looking up at him.

He grimaced, disgusted, but he was blushing too. I have a very feminine form, you see.

"Oh, Jess!" I said, feigning injury, "You hurt me!"

"I didn't do shit, Addy." That was his pet name for me. He was a prick to me when he was drunk or around the rest of the family, but one on one he was a big ol' sweetheart.

He sat down on the bed. The empty bottle of whisky dropped out of his hands and landed on the carpet with a hollow thud. I sat forward and slid behind him in that way only us cats can do: both seductive and playful at the same time. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him.

"Come on, Addy, gerroffame," he slurred and tried to shrug me off. I bit his neck. He gasped and turned toward me and I simply blinked at him slowly. "What're you playing at, Addy?" He said as he rubbed the spot I had bitten.

"I'm just trying to cheer you up, dear Jess; you don't need that bitch, you have me."

"Oh yeah? And what're you gonna do? Blow me?" he laughed, a coughing fit overtaking him. I slid my hands down his bare chest, playing with his nipples. Twisting them and yanking them, then letting them go; he liked it; he was actually purring!

"Come on, Addy... I'm not in the mood for any of your stupid games..." Jess said, his shoulders drooping and his breathing slowing.

"Just lie back on the bed, dear Jess, and let Addy make everything all right..."

That was the point where I thought he would hop up, punch me in the gut and storm out, but no! He actually laid back, one hand on his stomach and the other folding behind his head. He looked up at me intently, drunkenly; the blush on his cheeks had enveloped his entire face at this point. I sat on my knees, my crotch inches away from his muzzle. He kept eyeing it, like he wanted me to undress... So I did.

Lying back on the bed and flinging my legs up in the air, I hooked my thumbs into the waist of my underwear and slipped them off. With a smirk I deposited them on his chest. He clutched them and threw them away, scowling for a moment before lifting his head and watching as I crawled down to the foot of the bed, my ass in the air; tail flicked upwards; my tight little virgin asshole winking at him.

His dress pants weren't tight, so it was obvious that he was pitching a fucking tent! I was turning on my older brother! With determination hindered only by a bit of shyness, I undid his pants and slipped them down. God damn he was huge. That bitch didn't know what she was missing, but I'm glad she stood him up because that meant I wasn't gonna miss this. His dick flopped out on his belly, glistening with sweat and very needy. I cupped him in my hands and began to stroke him.

Jess shut his eyes tight and cooed, a goofy smile popping across his muzzle. He was enjoying it! He was enjoying being jerked off by his little brother!

"Addy," he groaned. "Addy that feels amazing..."

"Just wait, dear brother," I whispered and gulped down his dick. It filled my mouth and pressed against the back of my neck. I gagged a little. This was the first cock I had, and I'm glad it was my brother's.

He smelled heavenly: of desire and rejection; the smell of nicotine permeating his fur. I drooled onto his crotch and cupped his balls. They were heavy. I almost expected to see steam because of how warm his crotch was. Moist air filled my nostrils as I bobbed my head up and down on brother's cock. I looked up at him and saw him watching me, his tongue darting out every once in a while to lick his dry lips.

"Addy..." he pleaded. I knew what he wanted. I was giddy; this was my first time ever taking it up the ass, and who better to do it with than family!

I straddled his crotch, my asshole tight and unyielding. He sat forward and held my thighs as I lowered myself slowly, tears trailing down my face as my brother tore me open with his fat dick. He grunted and I could tell he was doing his best to keep from bucking into me and ruining me.

His mouth found mine and he kissed me. His breath was sour, and his saliva was bitter, but I loved it. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and I bit and tugged at it, drawing a little bit of blood, making him snarl at me. That was when dear Jess' crotch connected to his little brother's tight ass; that was all it took before he managed, even while drunk, to spin around, throw me on my back on the bed, and hoist my legs up onto his shoulders - all without pulling out!

My older brother fucked me mercilessly that night. About halfway though, my entire lower went half numb and limp, quaking with both pain and pleasure as he plunged my ass over and over, each time hitting different spots, pushing different buttons. I think I came twice; I can't remember. By the time he was finished I had almost passed out. I woke up with my entire chest sticky and crusty with dried jizz; my asshole was raw and it took a week and a half for me to be able to sit down again without feeling a painful reminder of that night.

Jess remembered it. Wasn't as drunk as he thought he was. He's married now, but every once in a while when his wife goes outta town on business, he'll call me up for a quick blowjob or a nice assfuckin' in his shed. Needless to say: I always oblige him. There's nothing like fuckin' your brother - or being fucked by your brother in this case. Adds a level of taboo to it; always heightens the pleasure; I mean, you grew up with this guy, your parents are his parents!

Oh, speak of the devil! I gotta go now, guys! Looks like ol' Jess needs a dumpster in which to empty his balls! Later!