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--1

In theory, Jamie and Veronica had the night to themselves in the former's apartment. Jamie's boyfriend and Veronica's younger brother Aaron had noncommittally remarked that he might come by, he might not and with Aaron, that almost always meant he wouldn't. The girls were well aware of the way he operated and so they settled in under the assumption that they had the evening to themselves. They had a pizza, they buffed and filed their claws and they watched a movie. Jamie being the host saw her pick the film; she decided emphatically on a chick flick, a romantic comedy, the sort of thing that always put a smile on her face but a cringe on Veronica's.

In the middle of munching an almost cold slice of pizza with her body splayed on the couch, Veronica looked more at home than Jamie did. With her formidable legs crossed and her big feet propped up on the coffee table she looked perfectly content, though it was in a kangaroo's nature to rest such large feet and maybe put them on display. Like any kangaroo, Veronica had thrilling curves. Thick hips, muscular legs with special emphasis on her thighs, a toned upper body and a gifted chest stacked with plump, round breasts which filled out even her loose, ratty t-shirt worn for girl's night comfort. Also beneath her shirt was a flat stomach minus the typical marsupial pouch. Her bottoms consisted only of red panties through which the cameltoe of her snatch was perfectly visible.

Body modification was a common sight on Veronica. In the snug confines of her well-loved shirt, it was easy to see that her nipples had barbell piercings through them. On both long ears were three rings each on the insides, but on the outsides, down near the bottom where her ears met her scalp, red stones were set into the cartilage for a regal effect. Besides her piercings, she had a tattoo under the fur of her right shoulder so as to have dyed the follicles, making the mark appear like an airbrushed graphic yet more subtle. The ink depicted a thorny red rose in full bloom, the flower proper on the ball of her shoulder, the thorny vines serpentining down her arm to the elbow. The flyer had a pretty but stern face almost always beset with a sneer that fit her one-of-the-boys attitude. Adding to her beauty but hardly detracting from her domineering gaze were her silver locks hanging no lower than her shoulders with bangs framing her face.

Jamie was a jackal, and despite her gifted proportions, she was all-around smaller creature than Veronica who was every bit of six-and-a-half feet tall. Far from the domineering tomboy kangaroo, Jamie exuded a much more innocent girl-next-door image. Ever content and smiling with her brown eyes always glimmering behind cute, modern glasses, everybody seemed to find their day brightened by her.

Close to Veronica with her feet on the floor but her fingers interlaced in her lap, the difference in Jamie's size to Veronica's was clear. However, Jamie's body was every bit as desirable and that her hips could rival those of a kangaroo implied incredible curves. Her breasts may have been a size or two smaller than what Veronica had to offer, but they were still round, plump and delicious in the tight shirt she was wearing.

Where she would have sported hair, there was only tan fur which blended with the insides of her ears. Whether it was hair cropped short or merely the way she grew, only she knew. She was reasonably close to the sandy-furred Veronica in color in that brown dominated her body, but she was tan on her belly, breasts, and the lower half of her face. It made for cute "gloves" and "socks" of color on her paws and feet. The only splash of color that wasn't some shade of brown were her lips, full and kissable in a shade of rich, natural blue.

"Aww," Jamie cooed as the movie neared its climax. The lovable, handsome and improbably clumsy lead male was at last proposing to the chipper, anti-materialism leading lady. "He does love her, that's so sweet."

"Who'd have guessed," Veronica grunted without feigning interest. After picking her pizza crust clean, she tossed it onto a plate on the coffee table. "This about over?" she asked, leaning back again and folding her arms behind her head. "I think I'm getting diabetes, here."

Jamie knew Veronica didn't like "shitty feel-good movies" to use her own term, but the flyer had stuck it out admirably. With a smile she twisted to lean sideways on the sofa's back, met the kangaroo's eyes and asked, "It's pretty much over, yeah, so what do you wanna do next?"

A shrug bounced Veronica's breasts subtly and she grunted a caveman-like reply. Much more helpfully she expounded, "Let's watch a movie with some action, I don't know. Guns, explosions." A grin. "Rippling, oiled muscles. Action!"

"Action, huh," Jamie chuckled, glancing away from the kangaroo to the TV. While they watched the final minutes of the movie, she reached over and grasped the kangaroo's lazy, thick tail, thus spurring the flyer to a small and almost unnoticeable twitch.

Wearing a blush and a sneer which undermined each other, Veronica said with a little flip of her snout up, "Playing with fire, there, baby."

"I know," Jamie winked with a smile. "It's a rainy, chilly night," said the jackal as she petted along the thick bulk of that tail. At the end, she tweaked the tapered end to which Veronica shivered and huffed as if it were here clit being teased. "Perfect kind of evening for a little sleepover fun if you ask me."

Veronica scooted closer and put more of her big tail in Jamie's lap. In the same moment she wrapped a strong arm around the jackal's back and smiled coyly. "Sleepover fun, huh," she scoffed with the same disdainful tone she used for the movie. "Since when is us being lesbos a sleepover-only thing?"

With the coyness in her smile at maximum, Jamie tilted her head somewhat and peered over the rims of her glasses like a sultry schoolteacher. "You saying you're not up for it?"

Veronica was quick to grin and quicker to lay a heavy, yet demure paw on one of the jackal's prominent breasts. As Jamie softly cooed and just as softly arched into the touch, Veronica kissed the jackal on her cheek and then on her lips in quick succession. With a man she would have been just slightly less assertive but Jamie was usually adorably submissive. The kangaroo didn't have any compunction being the dominant one around her.

Although she took Veronica's groping touch and fond kisses passively, Jamie wasn't completely harmless and she started to return the favor by going for the goods right off the line. She scooted in close while snaking a skilled paw down the kangaroo's front, skipping the unmissable boobs, stroking down the washboard belly, digging her fingers right into the flyer's panties.

By no means was Veronica made of stone. She was easily tougher than most of the boys but she loved being felt up as much as the next chick, so when Jamie softly groped her bare cunt and parted the lips, the athletic marsupial shuddered and huffed. Her arousal showed in how damp she already was which easily Jamie noticed and worsened when she plunged a finger inside. Adding to Veronica's unspoken cues was the scent of pheromones in the air which mingled with what the jackal was putting out. To even the dullest nose, the room smelled strongly of hot, wet pussy in a few short moments.

In the name of function rather than finesse, Veronica reached up under Jamie's shirt and squeezed a naked tit, grinding her palm into it. The jackal grunted, growled and huffed in that order. "Gawd," the kangaroo crooned, "I wonder if it's the same for guys..."

"Hmm?" Jamie asked, not understanding.

Veronica grinned, tweaked Jamie's nipple and then gave her a soft kiss on the lips. "Going queer. Seems like girls just know how to touch each other... I wonder if it's like that for boys."

Jamie shrugged and dug her finger a little harder into Veronica. After easing it back, she slipped it back in along with a second. "Don't know, don't care," she grinned.

It took Veronica a moment to reply; she was biting her lip. Finally she crooned, "Ah, me either..."

In short order and well into the credits of the movie, Jamie and Veronica shed their pesky clothing and even Jamie's glasses with little fanfare. Everything was already on display anyway and having it revealed wasn't nearly as fun as just getting nasty. The last thing to go was Jamie's shirt which she hastily tugged up and off and from which her pert boobs softly bounced free. There was no planning in what either of them did, it being spontaneous lesbian naughtiness, arguably the best kind.

Still close to the Veronica, Jamie threw a leg over the kangaroo, pivoted on the couch and ended up straddling the built marsupial. Their lips came together for a hot, brief kiss but with hardly any tongue action. It was merely a taste of what was to come.

Even that close position was far from ideal and the both of them knew it. That was why they started to wriggle and scoot on the couch although most of the movement was on Veronica's part. Grunting in some exertion and keeping the sexy jackal close at hand, the kangaroo eased back and flattened out a little bit. The end result was her dampened cunt presented to Jamie like a lewd offering. Had she not been in that perfect grinding position, Jamie would have made a midnight snack out of the kangaroo's dripping box. Instead she went with the game, hooked her legs around the big marsupial's thighs, pressed in as flush as possible and messily slapped her cunt into Veronica's own waiting mound.

"Ah, gawd!" Veronica grunted though grinning like a cheshire, not unlike Jamie. She gripped the jackal's thick, malleable ass and motivated the wild dog to start to grind and bump, her being in the position to do so. Veronica could only lay back.

In this lewd grinding, their hot honey freely mixed and their sticky cuntlips sometimes interlocked to bring the girls exceptional pleasure. Just as unpredictably they made out with suckles and laps, lovebites and nuzzles, and all the kissing was peppered with breaks to gasp for air and coo sweet nothings.

--2

Aaron was still dripping with chilly rainwater when he trudged up to the door of the apartment he and Jamie shared. A tall boomer with an athletic runner or swimmer build far-removed from the traditional kangaroo bottom-heaviness his sister exhibited, Aaron was a handsome thing. All over his body he had sandy colors and platinum-blonde, noodly dreadlocks between his pert ears. Just like his sister, he featured ink; brush strokes on his right arm and shoulder and his own name in gothic lettering across his hard abs, all in blue to match his flesh. Gold rings in his ears and eyebrows and dress consisting of a white beater and black jeans all helped complete the authentic thug persona he enjoyed. He had the swagger to pull it all together but his strut was somewhat deadened by the cold rain. He had walked home, not expecting the rain, and for his troubles he was shivering but neglecting to show it. The only obvious symptom were his nipples stiff under his beater, these being the only pink flesh on his body.

The boomer had his keys in his hand when he jostled the doorknob. It wasn't locked and it opened silently on well-greased hinges. The very first noise to greet him? An unmistakable groan from his girlfriend tailed closely by a lewd remark from his sister. Aaron's grin was sudden and beaming. He shut the door as silently as a ninja and locked it at his back before he crept through the short hallway to the den.

For a normal man to come home to see his girlfriend and sister grinding pussies would undoubtedly be a turning point amongst all three of them. Fortunately for Aaron, incest was no problem and the day he learned that his girlfriend liked to eat his sister's muff was the day he knew he'd met the woman of his dreams. Aaron was stiff in an instant and before the girls knew he was there, he shucked his wet clothes off. Besides the imminent threesome, he was all too happy to get out of his wet clothes.

"Issa fucking pussy party up in here with my two favorite shorties and nobody told me?" he grinned, gripping his fat blue cock for a self-indulgent grope. Just above it was his heavy, tight scrotum, the common arrangement for a male marsupial yet Aaron's cock was thick and blunt, not prehensile. For flavor he had a Jacob's Ladder of gold barbells up the bottom of his pride so deeply embedded that only the rounded ends stuck out for texture when his flesh was fully engorged. In the dim light of the den, his piercings glistened just like the bead of pre on his blunt glans.

Veronica and Jamie weren't strangers to this game and they didn't flinch when Aaron made his presence known. Veronica was in fact an instigator when she slapped her heavy paws down on Jamie's ass, parted her cheeks and bared the jackal's snug pucker to the boomer. Over Jamie's cute gasp she chuckled, "Hey, there's my little bo-bo. Why don't you come fuck your girl in the asshole, huh? I think she needs it."

"Aha, jeez, shut up, Veronica," Jamie laughed, but she didn't say anything contrary.

"Maybe, maybe I will," Aaron said indecisively. He strutted closer, his thick cock wagging side to side but always pointing mostly forward like a divining rod. With a big, toothy grin he gripped his cock in one paw and held Jamie's hip with the other. Neither girl knew what to expect from Aaron; he had no compunction with fucking either of them in even the nastiest ways. Their get-togethers were always fun. "Here's one hell of a fucking idea for my ladies," he crooned in his lazy, charming ghetto talk. Both girls gasped softly when the boomer ground his cock against their occupied pussies. With relative ease he wedged it between the slick cunts and started to grind his hips, fucking the tight pocket their drooling snatches formed.

Veronica arguably got the most pleasure with those piercings grinding against her pussylips, but Jamie had the bonus of pressing her weight down on Aaron's cock to really sandwich it. While he ground and grunted, Aaron braced his paws on Jamie's shoulders and leaned over her to kiss and gnaw on her pert ears. "Shit, you're the best honey a nasty motherfucker could ask for," he huffed.

"How do you figure that?" Jamie warmly asked, glowing from the attention.

Aaron grinned and hilted between the two pussies. By then his cock was completely saturated with sticky juices. "I come in from the rain and find you grindin' pussies with my fine-piece-a-ass sister and you don't even give a shit when I join in," he hissed. "That's why, baby."

"I'd kick your ass if you didn't join in," Veronica snickered. "Your girlfriend's hot and all, but a girl's gotta eat some meat too."

"Even if it's your bro's crank?" Aaron winked down at her.

"Might as well get it from inside the family," Veronica winked back. Once more she gripped Jamie's ass cheeks and pried them apart. The pucker down between them clenched and fidgeted much like Jamie herself did. "Now fuck this kinky girl of yours in the ass, she made me sit through a romantic comedy."

"Ooh, damn," Aaron snickered, pulling back and gripping his cock again. It was so slicked-up from his improvised fucking that he confidently prodded its thick tip to Jamie's pucker without lubing her. "Yeah, girl, that's an assfuckable offense there," he grinned. "You ready for it?"

"Always, studmuffin," Jamie growled.

Aaron kicked things off with a harsh buck forward to spear his blunt cocktip past Jamie's pucker. The jackal grunted, huffed and awkwardly ground her snout against Veronica's for some support. The flyer gladly provided with nuzzles and smooches while Aaron ground his big, blue dick home. Aaron could fuck like a stallion and he didn't bother much with finesse. With rough grinds broken up by a few token retreats, he buried his meat in the snug, hot walls of Jamie's behind. Some ten inches of marsupial cock felt just as at home there as it did in the jackal's pussy - or in either one of Veronica's holes.

"You got the tightest asshole this side of my sister, shorty," Aaron rumbled with his lewdest smirk on display. His paws roamed not on Jamie's back but on Veronica's thick and generous tits. The flyer still eagerly ground into Jamie's dripping box.

"Most guys wouldn't say that with their sister in the same room," Veronica sneered.

Through a gasp of pain and pleasure, Jamie quipped, "Most guys wouldn't know."

That made Aaron laugh and grin. Already leaning over Jamie, he put his long muzzle over her shoulder to kiss Veronica quite sweetly on the lips. "When your sis is as much of a horny, hot slice as mine as, you'd be fucking stupid not to hit that."

"You've always been good at sweet-talking your way between my legs," Veronica reminisced. Then with a grin she added, "When I wasn't stuffing your face in there the hard way."

Jamie crooned in the growing pleasure that came with the anal penetration. Just then Aaron started to grind his hips, making full use of his thick meat to ream and please his girl. "Mmm, I love all your little stories," the jackal said with lewd relish. "Makes me wish I'd met you sooner, Aaron."

Aaron chuckled like a sleazeball and reached up from Veronica's tits to cup Jamie's fine rack. "Yeah, girly-girl, imagine me handlin' two horny bitches as soon as my cock started getting hard," and just for emphasis he ground that same hard dick deep into Jamie's ass, his balls bumping her ass cheeks. "Shit, you're one tight girl," he growled, "my fuckin' honey..."

As Aaron bucked and chattered, Veronica curled her bulky tail and demonstrated its dexterity by teasing the edge of Jamie's snatch. All at once Jamie shivered and blushed; Veronica scooted up and thus dragged her pussy off of Jamie's to give her tail more access. Although she was still supporting the jackal, part of the onus was on Aaron whom dutifully grabbed Jamie's thick hips to hold her at just the right angle for that rough assfucking.

Veronica forced a kiss on the jackal as she teased her tail against that quivering, wet pussy. Slobbering Jamie's tongue and tracing the demure folds of her pussy with her tailtip, Veronica reminded Jamie as to just what a skilled lesbian she was, not that Jamie had ever once doubted the flyer.

The entire scene was an ideal and mouthwateringly perverted image of a brother and sister sharing something special. Aaron's grin was wide and subtly toothy as he plugged Jamie's aching tail hole. Veronica's pleasure was implicit in how she teased Jamie, not physical but definitely mental. Of course she enjoyed putting her sensitive tail to use on Jamie's damp pussy, and when she slipped the tapered tip past the lips of the jackal's cunt, Jamie wasn't the only one who shuddered in sweet pleasure.

"Yeah, girl, that's the shit right there," Aaron gruffly mumbled, lifting Jamie into a few particularly rough grinds. "Love watchin' my honeys sucking face like that, nasty bitches..."

When Veronica started to suck and slobber Jamie's maw more intently, it was unmistakably for Aaron's own enjoyment. Jamie wasn't passive and she sucked right back, even breaking the kiss but keeping her tongue in the kangaroo's maw or the other way around - whoever happened to be the most aggressive just then. Their snouts were dripping with slobber and neither girl seemed to mind the mess or care whose mouth it had dribbled from.

For as much of a chain-wearing, cheap hoodlum he could be, Aaron had some serious endurance. Other men might not have handled a cock-milking asshole like Jamie's for so long but that boomer kept plugging away, rougher by the second but never quite frantically. As much as he loved Jamie's hot body, he'd admit to either girl before him but nobody else that Veronica really got him off. Jamie was his shorty, his honey and any other pet names that came to mind but Veronica fit him like a glove. What made the jackal such a perfect girlfriend was that she had no desire to come between that; she liked to sit aside as the third wheel now and again or be the filling in their little sandwiches.

While clenching on Veronica's idly pumping tail as much for the flyer's pleasure as her own, Jamie eased her way out of the kiss and afterward nuzzled the flyer's panting face. "Aaro-o-on," she crooned, to which the boomer grunted dumbly in reply. "As much as I like being your fuckthing, honey, my butt can't take any more of that 'roo dick..."

Aaron was slow to wean himself from his rough bucks and rightly so. When it came time to actually pull out he did so slowly and entirely out of consideration for the jackal. A coy smirk spread across his face when he perused Jamie's stretched pucker. It was ready for more as far as he was concerned, but the lady had spoken. "Too bad my sis has her tail crammed in your pussy," he snidely remarked as he palmed Jamie's round ass cheeks.

"I could fix that if you asked nicely," Veronica hummed, though her pumping in Jamie's wet cunt actually grew deeper.

Through soft croons and moans into the flyer's neck, Jamie made her own suggestion. "I could tend to myself, and you two could wear each other out."

"That's my shorty," Aaron grinned, "wantin' to watch her man fuck his sister. I gotta put a rock on your finger one of these days."

Veronica eased her tail out of Jamie but paused to tickle the jackal's clit with the tip. "Aw, wouldn't that be cute," she remarked as Jamie finally, reluctantly rolled off and all but sprawled on the sofa. Wielding his stiff cock, Aaron bore down on his sister who mused, "It'd be weird, though, your guys' honeymoon."

The boomer didn't say anything beyond a lewd grunt when he bumped his cock to Veronica's wet slit. Jamie asked with a tight smile, however, "Why would it be weird?"

Familiarity guided Aaron as he penetrated his sister. Veronica shuddered and grinned as that studded piece of meat spread her writhing walls and she wrapped her strong legs around his, albeit with more than enough slack that he could do his thing. "Well, you guys would have to bring me along," the flyer sniggered. She wrapped her paws around Aaron's shoulder and pulled him down for a quick kiss which Aaron tried to introduce his tongue to. Instead Veronica cutely denied him and nipped his cheek. "Rrr, isn't it bad enough you're already fucking your sister? You gotta make out with her too?"

Hilting and promptly pulling back, Aaron worked up a quick but satisfying rhythm. "C'mon, girly, don't act like we ain't never swapped spit like that," he said in the closest thing his ghetto accent had to a petulant moan, all hopelessly undermined by his dirty grin. Soon he started to buck and Veronica relented, allowing his next shot at a kiss but only for a few sweet seconds.

"God, you're nasty," Jamie shuddered, but her attitude couldn't have been further from disgust. Ass against the arm of the sofa with fingers knuckle-deep in her cunt, she was clearly settled in to enjoy the show. "Look at you, Aaron, screwing your sissy like that... And without even bothering to use a rubber," she tutted with a grin from ear to ear.

Aaron glanced over at Jamie with a blush and a grin but he couldn't think of anything to say. He loved when Jamie laid it on thick about how much of a pig he was and she knew it. That was exactly why she did it.

"What would you do if you got your sister knocked-up, ever think about that?" Jamie winked. Somehow her commentary was made no less domineering as she pumped her cunt, tickled her clit and sometimes groped her own tits.

It wasn't very often that Aaron blushed but Jamie could bring it out. As he did just that he buried his snout in Veronica's cleavage and doubled down with his rough thrusts. Past the taboo thrill of fucking his own sister, Veronica was an all-around knockout and her cunt was tight and hot, perfect to milk an orgasm out of a thick cock like Aaron's. Into her cleavage he huffed and grumbled dirty nothings, meanwhile his thick tail swayed back and forth, cutting the air audibly but only just over the wet suckles and slaps of both the sex and Jamie's harsh self-abuse.

"Yeah, fuck me, little bo-bo," Veronica hissed through her grinning teeth. The night had been kind to her and her pussy practically ached with desire and pleasure; her squirt was imminent and her spasmodically clenching walls further chipped away at Aaron's waning endurance. She threaded her fingers through his stringy dreads and held his face down in her tits. All the while, Jamie laid it on thicker than ever through increasingly heated moans.

"You are just," a shudder and a groan, "such a nasty pig, Aaron... Go from fucking your girlfriend in the ass to screwing your sister like that? You're lucky I like that fat cock of yours," she sighed.

Aaron eased his snout out of Veronica's cleavage but he still kept his eyes on her titties just to watch them bounce and jiggle, for such was the privilege of fucking a well-stacked girl. "Shit, aw shit, I'm gonna nut," he grunted humorlessly and almost desperately.

"Dump your load, babe," Veronica grunted, her cheeks lit crimson. Her own orgasm struck in anticipation of the fact and her clench was sharp, involuntary and downright blissful for both sister and brother. "Ooh ga-a-awd, that's nice," she moaned and arched her back, pouting her tits out and pushing her pelvis into Aaron's.

The boomer felt the penny drop when Veronica clenched down like a vise on his meat. He was trying to pull back when she pressed in and his efforts were completely foiled when she squeezed down tightly with her strong legs. There was no escaping her. Haggardly panting and grimacing in awkward pleasure, Aaron shuddered from his ears to his tailtip and shot his manslop deep into Veronica's waiting snatch. One rope after another of sticky and hot marsupial jism flooded that pussy to the point that some escaped and oozed out around that big, blue cock plugging it otherwise. "Aw, shit," Aaron grunted, seemingly more in raw, dumb pleasure than worry.

"Ooh, yeah," Veronica lazily crooned. What she wouldn't tell Aaron for a while was that she was on the pill. Letting him wonder and sweat for just a little while was a recurring gag with her.

"Oh yeah," Jamie mrowled over the idle pleasures of the two kangaroos. Arched over the arm of the sofa so that hear ear tips nearly touched the floor and with three fingers buried to their knuckled, she looked like a caricature of female pleasure which Aaron and Veronica both observed with lewd smirks. "Fuck, fuck, aah yeah...!" Jamie whimpered as she squeezed and rubbed so far up inside of her snatch. At last she squirted and hard, but her paw caught most if not all of the mess and left her fur matted and gooey. "Shit, ooh shit," said the jackal in a long whine as her body slackened over the armrest. "Ohh... Oh, god," she sighed succinctly "You guys put on a good show."

"We ain't the only ones, girly-girl," Aaron remarked.

Jamie said nothing and awkwardly slid off the armrest and onto the floor. As she padded her way over on all-fours to the front of the couch, Aaron eased out of Veronica and turned on his knees to face the jackal. She was quick to grab her boyfriend by the cock, and exhibiting no shyness whatsoever, she engulfed it in her hot maw and set about suckling it clean. Sticky spunk from his shaft and Veronica's pussy alike clung to the tingling male flesh but when Jamie's nasty tongue was through, the blue flesh only gleamed with saliva. By then it was softening and the boomer thoughtfully rubbed beneath the jackal's chin with a lewd smile.

Post-sex, all three lovers resonated with afterglow as they cuddled in an aimless lump under the droning wash of the worsening rain. They kissed, nuzzled, groped and rubbed together for closeness and fondness. It was a mutually-loved dogpile.

It ended up that Aaron lay between the two girls, spooned around Jamie while his sister slept perpendicular to him with her head on Aaron's flank. However they jockeyed for position when they snoozed, they always kept close together, always crooning absently in affection.