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Part 2 - Jacking Practice

Jack rushed through the house after the friendly farewell from Zahame and Archie, calling a greeting to his mother as he awkwardly passed the living room on his way to his bedroom at the back of the house. The palomino colt huffed and snorted as he shut the door, glaring down at the insistent tent in his shorts and blushing hotly at the memories of the evening.

"Jackie? Ja-ack..."

His mother rapped on the bedroom door twice before opening it wide, eliciting a whinny from her son.

"MUM! Don't just barge in, huh?"

"Oh Jack, don't you give me that! Why are you so late back? I told you to be back home before 9!"

"I uh...Well I m-met some people, at school. Zahame and Archie. Zahame's a year older than me and he helped me with my m-math homework."

Almost instantly, the frown on Annabelle's face softened. She was a large-framed mare, having significant amounts of Clydesdale in her recent lineage. Jack's coloration had come entirely from his father's side of the family, the only hint of his mother in the teenage colt was his fluffy hooves and a slight arch to his muzzle.

"Oh Jackie. That's brilliant! Oh my, you're making friends here already? I'm so pleased! What're they like?"

Jack blushed and shrugged a little "Zahame's a k...kuv...dragon. Archie's a skunk. He's a year under me. Th-they've been friends for ages already. We m-met on the ride to school this morning."

"A dragon?! Good grief Jackie, be careful you don't get eaten!" Annabelle chuckled. "Speaking of which, have you eaten?"

"Y-yeah mum, had some lasagna."

"Good! Ok ok, stop giving me that look, I'm going... I gotta leave early in the morning anyhow, I have a meeting at 7 I have to get to. Will you be alright to get yourself up for school on your own?"

"Yes, mum! Geez..." Jack rolled his eyes dramatically.

'Aaaalright. G'night kiddo," Annabelle half-shut the door behind her as she disappeared into the darkened hallway.

*****

The next few weeks passed in a blur for the young colt. School ramped up really quick; he was in the seventh grade now, so it was more work and a lot less play in his classes. His math teacher seemed impressed at his prowess at mastering algebra and statistics. Indeed Jack was moving ahead of the class in most areas, thanks in large part to Zahame's assistance. Jack, Zahame and Archie hung out every day at school, riding in together and having lunch together. Some evenings the three would descend on one of their houses and play games and such, but the adventures of that first night didn't repeat themselves. Not for a while, at least.

One very ordinary Tuesday afternoon, Jack walked awkwardly back to the bike racks to see Zahame and Archie unchaining their bikes.

"Jack! Hey! Sorry dude, we both gotta jet," Zahame called with a wave, "My sister's back from college for a few nights and Archie's grounded. AGAIN."

Archie grimaced and playfully shoulder-charged the kuvrahk, who deflected and caught the skunk in a headlock, giving him a firm noogie.

Jack chuckled and hunched slightly to unchain his own bicycle, wondering how the hell he was gonna ride home comfortably. His...problem with being touched had been much more pronounced than usual today, and Archie, with his usual complete lack of tact, noticed.

"Looks like you're in for a fun night, Jackie!" he crowed, sidling up to the colt and very deliberately leaning against him.

Jack almost fell over, and pushed the skunk away with a huff. "As if! My mum has NO sense of p-privacy."

Zahame quirked an eyebrow and swung a leg over his bike, making a big show of track-standing it. "Alright you two - I'm off! Like a bucket of fish in the sun!"

Archie snorted and waved as the stripey little dragon swung around and pedaled off out of the school gates.

"No privacy huh?"

"N-no... she just b-barges right into my room," Jack blushed.

"What would she do if she caught you? Ya know...doin it?"

Jack's eyes widened. He hadn't really considered that.

"I...I have no idea... Ground me maybe? Sh-she's weird, she thinks I'm st-still a foal or something..."

"Ohh, one of THOSE. Run a bath! Good excuse. And if she barges into the bathroom while you're in there, that's just weeeird."

Jack seemed to consider for a moment, and nodded.

"Alright! I gotta scoot! Haaaave fuu-un..." Archie winked exaggeratedly and rode off, grinning broadly back at the colt.

Jack huffed again, adjusted himself as best he could and walked his bike to the gates, hoping he'd have settled down enough to ride by then. It seemed to work, and the colt mounted his bike, clicking his hooves into the specially designed pedals and turning in the opposite direction to his friends, quickly navigating the ten or so blocks back to his house.

When Jack got home, Annabelle was sitting at the dining table tapping away on her tablet and frowning in concentration. She seemed to barely notice Jack as he waved and smiled.

"H-hi! I'm home..."

"Oh! Hey Jackie! You're early, everything alright?" Annabelle snapped out of her work-concentration mode and beamed at her son.

"Y-yeah! Fine! The others had stuff to do, so...yeah."

"Oh right! Well I cooked tea already, it's in the fridge. You can just microwave yours whenever you're hungry. I'll be a while yet, this client is being a real sonofa--is being really difficult."

Jack smirked "It's ok mum, you don't have to watch your language any more. I'm not a foal."

Annabelle sighed heavily. "I know. You're growing up so fast, Jackie!"

Jack rolled his eyes exaggeratedly and clomped noisily down to his bedroom, dumping his satchel and glancing through his homework. It was easy stuff tonight. Within half an hour he'd knocked it off, filed it neatly away in his bag and sighed as he looked around. It was almost 6pm.

Slowly, he wandered out to the kitchen and pulled one of the plates out of the fridge.

"Hey mum, w-want me to nuke yours too?"

"Uh...Yeah that'd be great! Thanks sweetie!"

Annabelle and Jack ate together for once, something which rarely happened for one reason or another. For the mare, it was a rare opportunity to grill her son for all the details of his schoolwork, his friends, his teachers, everything. And grill him she did. For his part, Jack answered her questions with typical stammering brevity, and nodded dutifully as she filled him in on her work as well.

"Urgh! Alright, I'm gonna take a quick shower then head to bed. Gotta start early tomorrow again," Annabelle yawned hugely and stood, kissing Jack on the forehead and disappearing.

Jack washed the dishes slowly, took out the full bin-liner and tidied the kitchen, humming quietly to himself. The solitude was nice. Something he didn't have very much of these days.

"Take a bath..."

Archie's words returned to him suddenly, and Jack blushed redly, quickly finishing up and glancing over his shoulder just as his mother crossed from the bathroom into her bedroom, closing the door with a gentle click. She was going to bed. Jack knew he could probably do whatever he wanted in his bedroom now, but the thought of doing it in the bath was more interesting somehow.

Quietly he turned off all the lights at the front of the house and locked himself into the bathroom, turning on the taps and watching as faintly steaming water began to fill the tub. While he waited he brushed his teeth, and slowly tugged off his clothes.

Looking down, he nudged his full, slightly fuzzy sheath with one hand. It was already swelling, and he blushed and huffed quietly as he watched it grow, the colt's equine penis spilling from its protective covering, growing steadily with his heartbeat. His prepuce, like most equines, covered his tip like a foreskin until he was at half-mast, stretching a little and becoming taut, before peeling swiftly back of its own accord, making the colt's tail flag slightly. His dusky pink glans was now exposed, and his penis began filling out, firming up and lifting as it stiffened. In under thirty seconds Jack was sporting a full, throbbing erection, just over seven inches of pink and black patched equine penis twitching slightly as it jutted lewdly from his groin. He looked at himself in the mirror, peering down at the reflection of his arousal and flexing it, holding his hands behind his back. His penis twitched upwards towards his belly and flared slightly, eliciting a slight shudder from the colt.

He stepped into the bath, shutting off the water and sinking slowly into the heat. It felt amazing; he always loved taking a bath. Squeezing a bit of soap into one hand be started lathering himself, making the water turn foamy and opaque as he rinsed himself down with a large jug.

Jack squeezed out another handful of soap and licked his lips slightly, looking down at his twitching penis. He smeared the soap all over it, wrapping both his hands around his erection and rubbing slowly and firmly up and down. The feeling was intense; moreso than he remembered it being last time he'd rubbed himself like this. Then again, that had been in his bed, without soap. Tentatively he rubbed a soapy palm over his glans. His leg twitched in the water and he gasped, flaring instantly against the slippery surface of his hand. He felt his tail flagging against the bathtub, and hunched over a little, rubbing himself harder and more quickly.

It only took eight strokes.

With an awkwardly muffled whinny the colt felt an intense spark of heat ignite deep in his groin, his heavy, glossy black balls tightening and churning. Almost immediately his penis began to spasm and twitch rhythmically in his hands, and he let go of his broadly flared glans, stroking his right hand quickly back and forth over his medial ring as the white-hot fire shot through his tubes, making him splash and convulse in the warm water.

Staring down at his penis, Jack bit his lip as a torrent - there was no other way to describe it - of gooey, thick, white stuff jetted from it, splattering messily onto the side of his neck. The flow stopped briefly, and then another one sprayed out onto his tummy. His penis still twitching, a third spurt made an awkward 'bloop' as it landed in the water beside him.

His entire body shivered. He was panting, and his penis felt...weird. Really sensitive. He could barely touch it without it almost hurting. Scooping up a jugful of water he rinsed the soap from it, finished washing himself and stepped out of the bath. He was both relieved and confused. Had that been an orgasm? Was that an ejaculation, like he'd seen Archie and Zahame do to themselves? It had felt intense...amazing, for sure, but at the same time weird. Nonetheless, his penis had gone completely soft, and for once the process of drying himself didn't give him an erection. Not at first, anyway. It didn't take long.

*****

He staggered out of the bathroom a few minutes later and into his bedroom, closing the door and locking it behind him. He pulled on a fresh pair of underwear, and flopped onto his bed. Biting his lip softly he rubbed his sheath and balls through the fabric, the ecstatic rush and rhythmic throb-throb-throb of his first ever orgasm fresh in his memory. Groaning quietly in a mixture of frustration, confusion and arousal, he rubbed gently at himself as he quickly grew another erection, just as stiff and insistent as ever. He pulled his pillow against his front in the darkness and grunted as he ground himself firmly against it. Back and forth. Feeling himself flare in his underwear, fresh precum welling up along his straining, needy length and soaking through to his pillow. Reaching down, he gripped himself through the fabric, stretching it taut over his sensitive flare, rubbing it firmly back and forth against his pillow.

Then suddenly, with no warning whatsoever, it happened again.

He felt his balls tighten and churn. That very same sharp, intense spark of heat ignited in his loins and exploded through his nether regions. He gave a sharp whinny, scrabbling to get his underwear out of the way and staring down at his painfully aroused penis as he realised he was too late for that, instead gripping his medial ring and masturbating quickly and erratically through the fabric.

His entire body convulsed rhythmically. His entire world for those few seconds centred around his penis, which twitched and throbbed and pulsed, his internal muscles clenching and tensing, working to pump his youthful fluids into his fresh underwear. Once it passed, Jack released the deep breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding, and opened his eyes. There was less of it this time. A big wet patch about twice the size of his flare darkened his boxer shorts, and the gooey white stuff had oozed through and dripped onto his tummy. He groaned and squirmed a bit, taking the stained underwear off and stashing them under his bed. Flopping back on his bed naked, he folded his hands behind his head. And grinned broadly into the darkness.

*****

The next day at lunchtime, Zahame was a bit late to meet his friends at the bike racks. Archie came bounding up just as Jack sat down and opened his lunchbox.

"Jack! Hey! Didn't see you this morning!"

"Y-yeah, I was a bit...ahem...a bit late," the colt blushed bright red.

"Oh? Whysat?"

"Um...Archie?"

"Yeeeees...?"

"It happened."

"Wh...OH! Jack! Yes! Finally! How'd you do it?" Archie grinned from ear to ear and veritably shook the horse by his shoulders.

"Aaah! Steady, dude! Um...I t-took a bath, like you said...and um...used some s-soap. It was good, b-but...really fast."

"Fast? How so?" Archie was entranced, but not so much so that he wasn't stuffing his muzzle with sandwich.

"Like...the f-first time it happened, it only t-took like five s-seconds...Before ya know...s-stuff came out."

"Really?!"

"Y-yeah...and the s-second time was like...fifteen seconds..."

Archie's jaw dropped. "How many times did you jerk off?"

Jack blushed profusely and squirmed, holding his lunchbox close to his lap. "Eight...Th-then again...twice...this morning."

"DUDE! You're a machine!"

"Who's a machine?" Zahame called, scooting up and sitting on Jack's other side.

"Zah! Not gonna believe this! Jackie, tell 'im!"

"I uh...I ejaculated last night. First time. And uh...did it again. And again. T-ten times since then."

Zahame, who'd had a sandwich halfway to his muzzle, dropped it.

"TEN times?!"

"Y-yeah..."

"Ohh, dude, this I gotta see! Archie are you still grounded?"

The skunk rolled his eyes and sneered. "Yeah. A whole week."

"Agh! Well...next Tuesday then, do ya both wanna come to mine after school and play games and stuff?" Zahame grinned toothily.

Jack snorted and laughed. "Es-especially the st-stuff, right?"

"Especially the stuff! I'm in!" Archie grinned.

*****

Zahame got home that evening and found his house empty. Wandering through he eventually saw the back door open, and his parents and 19-year old sister sitting outside in the fading sunshine, a barbeque smoking lightly as various kinds of deliciousness sizzled away. The young kuvrahk's mouth watered at the smell, and with a tight hug for his sister Nahia, he sat down on one of a series of stools and waited patiently for the food to cook.

"How was school?" Nahia asked.

Her name meant 'desire' in the old language, a trait she certainly lived up to. Her markings were very similar to Zahame's, but several shades lighter. Her chin, neck, chest and stomach were almost white, darkening to a golden honey colour on her back and sides. Her stripes were fewer and less pronounced than Zahame's, but cast a sharper contrast, as hers were deep crimson. Her hair was the same dark coppery-brown as Zahame's and their parents, but of the four kuvrahks, Nahia was the only one to wear it long. Very long. Untied, it reached to her waist in wavy, glittering cascades. Typically she wore it in a thick plait, though, which hung forward over her shoulder.

"Yeah, good I guess!" Zahame answered, shrugging. "It's eighth grade. Nothing happens."

Zahame's father, Alesandro, snorted at this. "Nothing indeed. Nothing happens because you're not paying attention, clearly!"

"Oh daddy, ease up," Nahia grinned. "he's 14. What were you expecting him to say?"

Alesandro shrugged, the older kuvrahk's brevity disguising a fun-loving and fiercely intelligent character within.

As dinner was served up, the conversation was full and often raucous, and Zahame flitted around lighting citronella lamps to keep the mosquitoes at bay as darkness fell, the rich golds and emerald greens of the forest behind the house darkening to foreboding black. It was good to have Nahia back, even if it was just for a week. She'd been gone since leaving high school, but Alesandro and Kattalin refused to change a thing about her old bedroom, which sat right next to Zahame's. She had veritably squealed in delight as she opened the door that first time. Everything was exactly as she'd left it.

"So I have to ask, Nahia! Boyfriend yet?" Kattalin grinned at her daughter, winking.

"Oh mum! No, not yet! We're such a rare species, there's only one other kuvrahk boy in the whole college and he's...well...odd. We don't really get along."

"Odd how? Like...fat basement dwelling nerd odd?" Zahame blurted.

"Umm...yeah more or less. The kind of guy who just stares at you and drools whenever he sees you," Nahia poked her tongue out and shuddered.

"You should take it as a compliment, you are spectacularly attractive," Alesandro murmured.

"You mean she's got jugs anyone'd be jealous of?" Zahame snickered.

Kattalin swatted him with the meat-turner and glared. "That is QUITE enough!"

"Oh mum, it's fine! He's pretty much right, anyway," Nahia smirked at her younger brother.

The evening progressed slowly, with Zahame and Kattalin clearing plates and cleaning up, the conversation easy and natural the whole time. It was a good family. Close-knit and easy going, if a little old-school. They were the only family of kuvrahks in the whole town, and even in the city almost fifty miles inland they were rare indeed. Nahia often talked about visiting their ancestral homeland, but Alesandro talked it down. He remembered it vaguely from his childhood; lots of hardship and struggle and very little by way of comforts. Kattalin had an easier upbringing.

It was 10pm before Zahame suddenly remembered he hadn't even thought about homework for the second night in a row. He groaned at the thought suddenly.

"What's up bro?" Nahia nudged him in the ribs.

"Homework," he muttered.

"Oh! Shit! I completely forgot about that. Um...do you want a hand? I feel bad, it's cos I'm here you forgot!"

Zahame smiled and nodded "Not necessary, but I'd appreciate it!"

"What subjects?"

"Bit of chemistry, some math and an English writeup. I'm heaps confident with the English, but chem is driving me insane," Zahame rolled his eyes.

"Well c'mon, get it out already!" Nahia scooted him off to his bedroom.

Zahame blushed redly. Damn, she needed to watch her wording sometimes... As he turned around to return to the living room, Nahia bumped right into him.

"Shit! Sorry bro! Just gotta go pee. Dad's gotta use the desk downstairs for boring shit, so we'll have to do it in your room!"

Zahame shuddered. "Uhh...sure, ok!"

Stepping into his room, he glared down at his groin, and the unmistakable firm ridge in his pants held tight towards his left hip seemed to glare right back. It was the first time he'd seen Nahia since she went away for college, and...well...in that time, almost two full years, certain things had happened to him. He'd been a child when she'd gone away. Now...not so much. Coughing quietly he rummaged through his bag and arranged his homework messily, glancing over his English reading list and snorting. He'd already read To Kill a Mockingbird. Sure, he'd been ten years old at the time but he was confident he'd remember enough to write an assignment on it.

Nahia padded in silently in her sweatpants and a t-shirt, sneaking up on her brother and poking him in the ribs from behind with a giggle.

"SHIT! Dammit Nahia!"

"Hah! 'Sif you still get shocked by that..."

"I'd totally forgotten you used to do that to me until just then!"

Nahia rolled her eyes and sat cross-legged on his bed beside him, her untied hair tucked behind her fin-like ears to keep it out of her face, glancing over the small pile of homework he'd brought home and idly scrawling a few easy answers on a notebook for him to refer to. Zahame caught himself staring at her and wiped a bit of drool from the corner of his muzzle with a start.

"Oh get fucked. You too?! Jeez... Boys!" Nahia tugged her t-shirt up a little to cover her cleavage and snorted.

"I um... It's good to see you again, th-that's all," Zahame stammered, blushing darkly.

She chuckled and grabbed him in a mock headlock, sort of half-snuggling, half-strangling him. "S'good to see my lil baby brother again too! Although...not so baby any more, huh?"

Zahame squirmed and wriggled free. "Y-yeah, not so much," he muttered.

Snorting playfully, Nahia leaned on him a little as they worked through his chemistry, explaining it to him in the same way he explained algebra to Jack. She was just as animated a teacher as he was, although her drawings and scribblings were actually decipherable. Mostly.

"...Alrighty... so you probably don't need to know too much about covalency just yet, but if they ask about it, it's when an electron is shared between two or more atoms in the same molecule. Does that make sense? It's like a three-lane freeway, where the middle lane can go either way."

"Oh! That makes sense..." Zahame grinned with sudden understanding. "I was thinking it was like...an extra electron in there somehow on top of the usual ones."

As Zahame filled out the write-ups and scrawled answers into his notebook, Nahia glanced over his math homework.

"You confident with algebra? Your scores are pretty good, you don't seem like you need me to explain much about it."

"Thanks! Yeah, getting better at it."

"Well...if you'll let me I'll just write the solutions out and you can copy em, does that suit?"

Zahame grinned, "Nahia, I could hand them in in your handwriting and no one would think to check."

"But you won't do that, because you're a model student and not a cheater, right?" she nudged him in the ribs and winked.

"Yes, sis. Totally."

Zahame stretched and yawned hugely as he finished writing out his chemistry work, snapping the books shut with a satisfying whumpf of escaping air. He began slowly copying out Nahia's solutions to his math homework, his mind only half-focused on the numbers and equations, and half-focused on his sister's chest. Her top was loose and he could see right down it when she leaned over just right.

Yep, there was a nipple. Fuck.

He'd already been hunched over his persistent erection, but now it surged, spewing precum into his shorts and making him squirm. Berating himself, he blushed and forced himself to finish writing out math problems.

"Problem, bro?"

He looked up to see Nahia glancing at him sideways, one eyebrow raised and a sort of half-smirk on her muzzle.

"I uh... your...I mean... no, fine. Almost done."

"Yeah, sure smells that way..." she muttered, barely audibly.

Nahia couldn't help but steal a glance into her younger brother's lap. Smirking to herself, she squirmed slightly. She knew he could see down her top, and seeing the telltale bulge in his shorts was somehow gratifying. His musk was incredible. In truth his whole bedroom stank of it, and other things besides, but fresh from the tap, as it were, aroused her helplessly.

For his part, Zahame didn't quite catch her reference, but shifted uncomfortably and flicked his tailtip against the carpet.

"Okay! Done. Thanks SO much for your help, sis..." He snapped his math books shut as well, stowing them carefully in an unruly heap on the ground.

"What about English?" Nahia tilted her head.

"Oh? Nah, it's good. I'll knock that off over breakfast," he grinned.

She smirked, her hair falling across her face and glinting gold in the dim incandescent glow of his lamp. He gulped.

"Well, only if you're sure. I don't want you getting in trouble because of me,"

Zahame grinned a little over-enthusiastically and snorted. "It'll be fine! It's late though, I really should get some sleep."

"Sleep! Yeah, sleep. Me too," she chuckled and stood up, stretching hugely and arching her tail to balance the sharp curvature of her spine.

Zahame's breath caught in his throat, making him cough quietly.

"Well?" Nahia demanded, turning around to face him.

"Wh-what?"

"Do I get a hug, or do I have to come and collect it myself?"

Tentatively, Zahame scooted over to the edge of the bed and rested his feet on the ground. Nahia stood near the door, arms crossed over her chest. The temptation to jump on him and be a real tease was strong, but she resisted. Zahame stood and awkwardly shuffled over, hugging his sister loosely and muttering thanks for her help.

She grinned over his shoulder and grabbed him tightly around the waist, pulling him close and squeezing tightly, planting an affectionate kiss on his cheek and relishing his death-defying level of embarrassment as his tightly clothed erection mashed into her tummy. Nahia laughed good-naturedly and let him go, looking down at his crotch with a wink and a smirk.

"That is what I think it is, isn't it?"

"Aw fuck," he muttered, sitting on his bed heavily.

She crowed with laughter quietly. "Definitely not my baby brother any more! Don't be awkward about it, bro, it's cool. Gonna just...slip next door though. Leave you in peace. Have fun...sleeping!"

With a giggle Nahia was gone, swinging the door shut behind her and groaning in a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as she traversed the three short paces into her own bedroom, closing the door and collapsing heavily onto her bed, biting her lip a little. Fuck, she berated herself, He's my fucking brother, get over it already!

Nonetheless, a silky, near-white hand slid down the front of her sweatpants. Nahia parted her thighs, caressing the velvety skin of her groin and sliding her tail side to side against the satin duvet cover, shivering happily at the smooth, cool sensation as her fingertips trailed over her labia, the palm of her hand coming to rest on her pubic mound. With her index and ring fingers she gently stroked and teased her lips, while her middle finger pressed firmly against her hooded clitoris, rubbing over it with firm little circles. Arching her back against the bed, she closed her eyes and let out a quiet moan.

*****

Zahame was left furiously blushing as his sister vacated. She'd...she'd known exactly what she did to him, and she enjoyed it? Wasn't that like incest or something? Zahame paced around a few times, then groaned to himself. That nipple had been hard. He'd seen enough videos and read enough erotic stories to know that meant she was either cold or aroused, and it was a hot summer's night. And she'd very deliberately pulled his hips against her as she left.

With a flick of his tail Zahame divested himself of his shorts and collapsed heavily on his bed, glaring down at his lewdly tented, precum-stained briefs. This was gonna be good. Slipping out of his shirt, he wriggled himself into a comfortable position, stuffing a pillow behind his head-board to stop it banging against the wall, and tugged his boxer-briefs down to his ankles. Instantly, his raging hard-on sprang out, glistening with precum, a thick drool of it rolling ponderously down onto his tummy. Quickly he smeared it over his raging 5-inch penis, shivering at the sensitivity of his glans as he gripped it in his hand, rotating his wrist in a slow, firm rhythm, grinding his hips upwards and sliding his very wet penis through his hand, rubbing his glans against his palm. He couldn't ever normally treat it this roughly. The slick, wet noise it made was obscene, and he loved it. Shuddering, he gripped himself tightly and began to masturbate in earnest, unable to help his mind turning to the thought of his sister naked and beckoning to him. It made him lose concentration, and suddenly he let go of his penis, biting his lip and arching his back as he edged, staring at it, watching it throb, trying to climax, but starved of that last tiny bit of stimulation. A thick droplet of opaque, milky fluid strung its way messily down to his tummy, and after a few seconds he began to stroke it again, this time in his more usual style, gripping his shaft only very lightly and sliding his hand quickly up and down.

He just couldn't hold it back tonight. Within a couple of minutes, he gave a muffled snarl of lust, his hips bucking upwards through his grip as shot after powerful, milky shot of his essence sailed through the air, splattering against the headboard behind him, his face and chest.

*****

Nahia slowly and firmly rolled her palm against her impossibly aroused flesh, grinding her hips upward and flicking a fingertip quickly back and forth over her clitoris, feeling her juices building up and overflowing. Growling in lust she shoved her sweatpants down, kicking them off the bed and raking her claws roughly up her shapely, sparsely-striped thighs, parting them wide and teasing a fingertip up the underside of her thick, muscular tail, slowly curling the long, prehensile limb around in a loose arc and reaching into her bedside drawer, pulling out a little bottle of antibacterial hand-sanitiser - that stuff which evaporates really fast. Applying it to the end of her tail she cleaned herself with her hands, and then with the practiced ease of having done this a thousand times, let out a muffled groan of delight as she slid her tailtip into the slick, wet folds of her own sex, clenching hard around it and gyrating her hips, her eyes firmly closed.

One hand returned to her pubic mound, masturbating firmly and quickly as the other slid up the inside of her t-shirt, cupping and kneading her perky C-cup breasts. Clawtips teased her nipples and she tweaked them one after the other, panting slightly into the darkened room as she writhed in ecstasy.

She couldn't even find it in her to berate herself for the subject of this session being her brother in the next room - indeed the head-boards of their beds were on opposite sides of the same wall. Gawd,_she thought, _he's jerkin off like 12 inches away from me...fuck...

With a suddenness that shocked her, the thought sent her spiraling into her first climax, her entire body lifting off the bed as she bucked her hips roughly against her own hand and tail. Letting out a long breath, she collapsed back onto the bed, just in time to hear what she thought might've been a quiet grunt from the other side of the wall.

Smirking, Nahia slipped under the covers and slipped her hand back into her groin. She wasn't done just yet...

*****

Zahame lay there covered in his own mess for a good ten minutes before he began fishing around for a towel. He usually kept a selection of them under his bed for these moments, and he eventually found one. Mopping himself down with it, he panted and flopped back.

His penis stared right back at him.

"Whoa...again?" he muttered, pushing it down and watching it flick rigidly back up again.

Shrugging, and still undeniably horny over the evening's proceedings, Zahame gripped himself again and began stroking. Much slower this time, savouring it nd making it last. His free hand slid up his inner thigh, fondling and caressing his genital slit as he unashamedly imagined his sister performing very much the same movements in the next room.

His second climax was far slower and less...messy. Zahame mopped it up quickly, making a face at the cold, wet towel as it touched him, and lay with his hands behind his head.

*****

Nahia was awake first the next morning. She stretched luxuriantly, opening her eyes and gazing around her old bedroom wistfully. It was only 7am, but already it looked like it was going to be a hot day. There was just that feeling in the air; much the same as right before a thunderstorm, but somehow different. A latent heat.

She swung her shapely legs off her bed and stood, smirking a little at her lower half's nakedness, and the hurriedly removed and forgotten sweatpants on the floor. Pulling her underwear up she grabbed a towel and opened her door, heading right for the bathroom. As she passed Zahame's room, she couldn't help but notice his door was ajar still. Unable to resist, she very quietly pushed it open and peered in. Her jaw dropped slightly.

Her brother was fast asleep, clearly, lying on top of his covers in just a pair of white boxer-briefs, in which he was pitching quite a tent.

Morning wood... Nahia thought, struggling to contain a chuckle as she stood and stared for several minutes, until Zahame rolled onto his side away from her.

She chose that moment to pounce.

Sneaking up to his bed, she sat down heavily and brought her face within an inch or two of his own, grinning toothily.

"GOOD MORNING!" she crowed right in his ear.

Zahame virtually went into orbit. He launched himself upwards and pummelled his sister with light punched and shoves. "You total bitch! I was having the best dream!"

"Oh? Was it about me?"

"I..."

"It WAS! Ahaha! Oh..."

"What?"

"It was one of THOSE dreams?"

Nahia smirked and pointed right at Zahame's tented briefs, which he'd completely neglected to conceal. Zahame swore loudly and blushed, shoving Nahia away as best he could.

"Nuh uh! You had one last night, you have one this morning, and if I'm not mistaken, that stain on your headboard says you had fun last night!"

Zahame hadn't even realised he'd missed one.

"Well...you were being a tease...you know you were..." he muttered.

She nodded proudly and grinned.

"This is totally not fair. You're my sister, for fuck's sake! I'm not supposed to get boners over you!"

"Oh? But you do...and teasing you is turning out to be ever so fun...and it turns me on too," she blushed at last, and grinned at him as she flicked his erection teasingly with one clawtip, lingering over it ever so slightly before standing up, just in her panties and t-shirt. She stretched, arched her tail a little and wiggled her hips on her way out, turning to wink at her brother and half-closing his door. "I'm gonna take a shower, bro. No spying!"

Zahame groaned loudly and flopped back on his bed. This was SO wrong. He couldn't believe what was happening. How would his father react to this? Would he even know how to react? Even through his educated revulsion to the very concept of incest, Zahame couldn't deny the surging, chest-tightening adrenaline rush which had gripped him the previous evening, and again just now. His sister was so...sensual. So overtly sexual in how she related to him. It was almost as though she'd planned this out in advance and he was just a puppet to her desires - a puppet driven by his own raging hormones and inescapable libido - and all Nahia had to do was tweak the strings to make him dance.

Don't spy, she'd said. But...that meant she wanted him to, right?

Zahame smirked a little and clambered off his bed, hurriedly tugging on a pair of sweatpants to at least half-conceal his raging arousal, and padded silently out of his bedroom to the bathroom, which was on the opposite side of the hallway, between his and Nahia's bedrooms. The door was ajar. He shivered a bit and very slowly, quietly, nudged the door open just far enough to see the bathtub and peered in.

Nahia grinned broadly as she heard the door open. Zahame was hopeless at being silent. She'd left the shower curtain open and was standing with her back to the door, washing her hair. The noise her brother made at the sight was priceless. She ran her fingers through her long hair, and bent down to pick up the shampoo bottle. She could've done so efficiently, but knowing Zahame was right behind her, she bent at the waist, her long, sinuous tail arched. She very knowingly gave her younger brother a prime view.

Zahame bit his lip, almost choking on his own breath as he watched Nahia bend over, seemingly unaware of his presence. Almost desperately he shoved a hand down the front of his sweatpants and grabbed himself, stroking feverishly at the sight playing out before him. He looked up and down the hallway. It was still very early in the morning, and their parents' bedroom was downstairs with its own ensuite. This bathroom was very private. With a huff, he shoved his pants down to his ankles, and tugged his underwear down under his straining erection. Nahia was standing up again, although she seemed to be standing with her legs a little apart, just far enough that Zahame could glimpse her vagina if he stared really close. He bit his lip and masturbated as quietly as he could, trying to calm his breathing.

He caught his breath as he heard the water stop, opening his eyes and staring in. Nahia shook out her hair a little and reached for her towel, stepping out of the tub and standing with one foot on the edge of it, the other on the ground, once again exposing herself to her voyeur as she slowly dried herself off, paying special attention to the parts she knew he'd be interested in. She heard Zahame grunt, and could no longer pretend not to have noticed him.

"Enjoying yourself, bro?" she turned her head to face him, grinning toothily.

Zahame squeaked and tried to flee, tripped over his sweatpants and fell gracelessly into the bathroom. She'd timed that perfectly, he'd been SO close.

Nahia chuckled, standing over him. "Don't act so embarrassed, Zah. I know you're loving this."

She reached down and grabbed his hands, pulling him upright and biting her lip as she gazed down at his achingly needy shaft, throbbing wetly in the steamy air between them. He stared open-mouthed at her naked, perky breasts, glistening with little droplets of water right in front of him.

"Zahame...I'm so sorry. I need this," she murmured huskily, reaching past him and shoving the door closed with a thud, her breasts pressing firmly to his chest, before hooking her thumbs under the waistband of his briefs and shoving them down to his ankles.

He whimpered and shifted his feet awkwardly as her warm, soft hand surrounded his penis, lifting his hands and tentatively placing them on her hips, licking his lips and breathing shallowly, his whole body tense and shivering with adrenaline. She squeezed him softly, gently sliding her hand along his shaft and the lips of his slit and pressing herself forward so his tip kissed her tummy. She took one of his hands in hers and lifted it to her breast, pushing her brother's palm against the perky mound and letting out a soft moan, twisting her hand around his shaft.

"N-Nahia? Wh-this is...what're you..."

"Shh. Please. I've kinda...wanted this for a while," she murmured, pressing still closer to him, her lips inches from his own. Her breath was warm and sweet.

She leaned in and brushed her lips against his, teasingly as always, standing on her tip-toes to reach, leaning against him and pressing her naked, wet body against his own, masturbating him idly, sensually between their tummies and grinding herself against him softly. It was so sensual, but still tentative, somewhat halting.

Zahame gave a whimper and ground his hips forward and up through her grip, feeling himself throb and twitch and slicken her hand with precum. Her eyes lit up at this, and she gripped him all the tighter, then winked at him and smirked. "This would be a lot more comfortable in your room, ya know."

"It would...? Are you sure you wanna...?"

"Yes..."

She gripped his hand, tugging him eagerly back into his bedroom and kicking the door shut. Pushing her little brother firmly down onto the bed on his back, Nahia straddled his legs, raking her claws firmly up and down his torso and grinning at him. "So...have you done anything with a partner yet, Zah?"

"Well I...not really...just um...jerked off with a couple of friends."

"Oh? Guys or girls?"

"G-guys..."

She grinned wider and shuffled up over his hips, until she could press the soft, warm lips of her sex against the underside of his shaft, making him whine. "Well...you certainly seem to be into girls as well, so at least I'm not crossing TOO many lines with you. I...Oh."

She stopped suddenly as he gave a rough, only semi-voluntary buck of his hips against her, grinding his raging erection against her vagina just once and losing it, his whole body convulsing as he ejaculated, sending powerful, messy sprays of his seed all over his tummy and chest.

Nahia giggled as he calmed down and twitched beneath her.

"Wow. That was unexpected! Hot, though..." She bit her lip and idly ground herself against him.

"Aaaah getoff!" He writhed and pushed Nahia away, blushing intently and grabbing his towel, mopping himself down and covering himself up.

"Fuck. Sorry bro, I didn't hurt you did I?"

"N-no...not at all...it's just...that just feels weird..."

"Oh? Sensitive?"

"Yeah...I already jerked off twice this morning, and I did it three times last night. It's a bit sore..."

"Holy fuck, bro! Is that...normal for you?"

"N-no..."

She grinned broadly.

"Good to know, Zah! So uh...it's probably getting on for school time, isn't it?"

"OH SHIT!"

She crowed with laughter and swatted him on the ass as he rushed about manically dressing himself, sitting naked on the edge of his bed and idly toying with the tip of her tail.

"I gotta go, Nahia!"

"I know! Don't be too late. Oh uh...and if you need help with homework again, I'm...quite happy to oblige," she smirked and trailed a clawtip down his chest, before shoving him roughly out the bedroom door.

The older kuvrahk couldn't stop grinning as she finished cleaning herself off and tidied up the bathroom, tossing Zahame's dirty clothes into the hamper.

All except a pair of boxerbriefs, which bore a distinctive wet spot. Those she kept, pulling them on and shivering a bit. He did leave her hanging, after all.

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