FSE

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(Retro-actively added their mother's name to the first part. She ended up becoming more important to the story.)

After piling in the car and hitting the road again, they finally made it to the campgrounds some 8 hours after initially leaving their home. Everyone was sore, and after so many hours pressed together, Cart proclaimed "I don't care about my clothing, I'm burning my suitcase before the return trip if it means I get my own seat."

Her mother, Kirah, exhausted from driving the whole way just told her she was being a dramatic teen and went off to meet their mess of aunts and uncles. Cart put in her customary appearance, dealing with comments about how pretty she was and how she had grandma's mane, mom's eyes, and the other parts inherited. Drake got the same; strong chest, broad shoulders, and probably a stud with the ladies.

Drake endured the compliments about his looks, finding them more embarrassing than ego-boosting, and endured the cheek pinches by his eager elders. He was too old for it, but he didn't dare say anything. It was just something that one had to deal with the best that they could.

Somewhere in the greetings, Cart had snuck off. Drake looked around for his sister, hoping to at least band together with her to escape the attention, but she was nowhere to be found. Gods... he hoped that she had just gone to shower. He felt terrible.

The 'ranch' was actually the State campgrounds and they were wide open plains and naturally rather popular with equines. The grounds were divided into sub-areas, and their family herd had booked an entire section for the summer. The only freestanding building in their section of the park was the showers. It was divided by male and female, and blessedly had hot water piped in from somewhere. Cart had already dug out her bag from the car, it was sitting half open on the only available seat in the back and she had pulled out her body wash, a rag, and a spare set of underwear. It was easy enough to sneak off unnoticed in the crowd of family.

In the showers, she was getting straight to business. She'd tossed her clothing on a hook, and was trying to wash the crustiness out of her fur. A part of her was conflicted on what she should be feeling. Intuition told her she should she be angry or crying, but she felt neither. If anything there was just a blush at a memory she was sure would serve her as masturbating fuel for many nights to come.

Drake finally was able to sneak away from the group after telling his mother that he needed to take a walk after having been cramped in the car for so many long hours. He didn't know where his sister had disappeared to, but he had a good idea that she had made good on her desire to shower. So the stallion made his way to that lone building, stood outside of the ladies showers door, and called her name. "Cart?" he questioned. "Are you in there?" The thought of her in there, wet and naked, sent a small shiver of lust through his body, but he willed it away. He was there to check in on her, to make sure that she was okay, not to act upon his base urges.

Someone was showering, he could hear it. In the steam and the noise, his sister only barely heard him. "Drake? I'm showering, I'll be out shortly," she called. Her voice sounded even, normal, like any other time he'd interrupted her mid-wash.

Drake sighed a deep breath, then moved to lean against the wall and wait for her. She sounded normal, thankfully, which was a large weight off of his chest. The absolute last thing that he wanted to do was hurt the girl. He was her big brother, after all, despite what had happened between them.

A few minutes later, towel around her neck, fur a little floofy and hair still wet; Cart stepped out. She was dressed once more. She smiled at Drake and gave him a playful punch in the shoulder. "Hey goof, standing guard? Or just waiting till you can have all the water pressure to yourself?" she asked. She started walking back toward the car but then stopped. "You might want to uh take a shower, I happen to KNOW you got a little dirty," she blushed, before jogging off to the car.

Drake shook his head and cracked a smirk. It seemed like everything was alright between them, hell it was downright normal. Like nothing had happened. "Good point, brat," he agreed as he started to make his own way to the car. He needed a towel, shampoo, and a new pair of boxers, after all. The girl was still there when he arrived, but he only offered her a smile as he grabbed what he needed. Moments later, he was on his way back to the showers.

It seemed as if Cart at least was willing to leave what had happened as topica non-verba. She started unloading the car, and by the time Drake was back, she was already pitching the tent. As per the years before, they had a fairly big tent, meant to comfortably sleep six, although it'd just be the three of them. Being a 'get things done' gal, she motioned to her bro. "Give me a hand with the stakes!"

Drake answered her with a brief, "Sure," as he put his stuff away, then went to assist her in setting up the tent. The damn things were never as easy to put up as they looked, but somehow they got it up without damaging the poles or the canvas. He stepped back to admire their handiwork and brushed his hands on his jeans to get rid of any dirt. "Looks good," he told her. "Should keep us dry if we get any rain at least."

Cart nodded at that and clapped him on the back as they finished up. She threw her sleeping bag in the tent, putting it next to his, before offering a wink and sauntering back over to family. The whole evening was about what one would expect. They ate, they talked, they caught up, they ate some more, they rolled their eyes at what cousin so and so had been upto. It was barely even dark out when Cart made a show of stretching. "After the er.. bumpiest .. car ride of my life earlier, I'm turning in early," she said to no one in particular. Her mother seemed to hear and she nodded saying she'd be by shortly too, which Cart frowned a little about, but did a good job not showing it.

Drake followed up with a large yawn of his own. It was genuine, for he was quite tired, but he used it as an excuse to follow. "I think I'm gonna hit the sack too," he mentioned. "You can go ahead and stay, Mom, if you want. I know that you still have some catching up to do. The tent will still be there when you get there." He didn't know what would happen while he and his sister were alone. They'd probably do nothing but talk, if even that, but he wanted a chance for it to be just the two of them. After the trip, even though they spent way too many hours trapped in that small car, he just wanted to share her company.

Having a minute or two to herself, Cart had quietly zipped the bags that her and her brother would be using together. It made one large sleeping back, but given the different colors they looked like sepperate sleeping bags when you walked into the tent. Not realizing her brother was so close behind her, when he got to the tent, she was pulling off her dress, standing inside in only a pair of panties. She let out a little shriek, not thinking the obvious of who it might be.

Drake's mane practically stood on end at the sound that she had made. "It's okay. It's okay! It's just me, Cart. It's just Drake!" He turned away, giving the girl some privacy if she needed it. "I didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry. I just... I'm sorry!" He reached up to the top of the tent, his back still turned toward her, and flicked on the battery-powered LED light. "I'll just... I'll just leave so that you can finish changing."

"No no, sorry, my mind was elsewhere, it's all right, you can come in," she said, crossing an arm over her chest, and looking for a t-shirt. She offered a hasty smile.

Drake nodded, though he continued to look outside of the tent. She hadn't given him permission otherwise. "No worries, runt. I don't blame you. I've been distracted since... since, you know... all day as well." He didn't elaborate, remembering how insistent she was earlier that they not discuss it. "Let me know when you're dressed, by the way, so that I can slip into my sleeping bag."

Cart smirked a little as he talked about slipping into his bag. "I uh, put my bag next to yours," she said. He'd figure it out soon enough what she'd done. She pulled on a baby-tee that went to her midriff. Usually she'd get some boy shorts, but thinking on it, she just stayed in her panties and started climbing into her bag. "All right, I'm dressed, and in," she said, pulling the bag up to her snout.

Drake turned back around and gave his sister a brief smile. In moments, he too was undressing. He took off his shirt and his jeans, leaving him in only his boxers. It wasn't the first time that she had seen him like that, of course, save for the fact that he usually kept a t-shirt on when walking around the house early in the morning. Pajamas were something that he wore only in the winter. Otherwise, it was simply too hot for the stallion to get to sleep.

Cart's heart was starting to beat faster. Seeing her brother in his boxers... all it did was push the vivid memory of their car ride earlier that day. "It'll be a long summer," she said, and then felt dumb for saying it. Long summer? What type of comment was that? She could think of something else long, but that immediately got her blushing. She quickly rolled over, facing the tent wall, waiting for him to hop in the bag.

Drake folded his jeans and shirt, set them aside, and reached up to turn out the light. It was starting to get darker and the air was starting to get a little chilly, but it would be warm once he slipped into the sleeping bag. The stallion stepped over to the bag, lifted the top edge, and started to get in. Almost immediately he realized that something was off. The bag wasn't as tight as it should have been and it was warmer than it should have been as well. "Cart?" he questioned as he finished entering the bag, bringing it all the way up to his neck. He reached for the loose side, meaning to zip it up, but instead of the cold metal of the zipper his fingertips met the warm, downy fur that graced the small of her back.

Cart arched her back a little at the touch, and almost by an instinct that she'd learned earlier that day, she slowly pushed herself back until they were spooning. "I didn't like how confined the car was earlier, so I figured I'd give us some more room so we don't end up on top of each other the whole trip," she said.

Drake inhaled sharply as he felt her press back against him. Though he knew it to be a dangerous game, he found his arms wrapping around her smaller frame, pulling her close. "Some more room?" he questioned, echoing words that didn't quite make sense. "What's so bad about being close? It's comfy... cozy..." The stallion buried his nose in her hair, inhaling the lingering scent of her flowery shampoo. "Smells good too."

"Mom said there was nothing wrong about being close to family," she said, almost in an echo of her. Feeling his strong arms around her smaller frame, she took one of his hands and eased it up her tummy, pushing it under her shirt, until it was on her bare breast. She wasn't wearing a bra to bed, and as she began to slide her bottom over his boxers once more, it seemed she was in a mood to tease. "I've been thinking about earlier the whole day."

Drake nuzzled his nose into her hair and, when she led his hand to her bare breast, he slowly began to knead the soft, firm flesh. "So have I," he agreed as he slowly ground his cotton-covered sheath against her. "I haven't been able to think about anything else but what we did... how it felt..." The stallion's muzzle tilted upward, allowing his bottom lip to drag along the edge of her ear. "I keep thinking about how wrong it was that we did that. I keep thinking about how much I want to do it with you again."

Cart bit her lip and shuddered at the toying of her ear. It was wrong, but god did her brother make her wet. Since this morning, she couldn't look at him without feeling a blush. She slid her hand down between her legs, just like she'd done earlier, and began to trace the lines of his boxers, pawing at his cock underneath. "You know we shouldn't do this. It's something we could get addicted too, and it'd be no end of problems for us," she said as she started to stroke him through his boxers.

Drake noted how she shivered at the touch of her ear and, briefly, took it between his flat teeth. The male gave it a couple quick nibbles, then released it again. "No, we definitely shouldn't," he agreed as he took her nipple between his thumb and finger, rolling it between the two digits until it got nice and hard. "What if we got caught? What if somebody saw us while my cock was balls-deep inside of my little sister's cunt?" He rolled his hips, pushing his bulge against her curious fingers.

Cart was putty in his hands, especially with her ears. She just moaned a little and began to grind her hips against his slowly, her hand going from caress to forming a fist around his cock and trying to coax it to all the way up. "And there's no pharmacy nearby, and we don't have condoms," she said, like listing all the problems with what they were doing, like she would somehow talk themselves out of it.

Drake's eyes widened at her reminder that they lacked condoms, but a sudden realization came to him. "I already came inside of you," he reminded her. "What does it matter if it happens again?" His sheath twitched in her palm, her touch electric even through his boxers, and started to swell. "What if we did do it again? Just one more time? If you're safe... if we both liked it... why should it matter that you're my little sister?" Fingers lightly pinched at her nipple, tugging at it until it slipped out from between his fingers, then repeated his action. "You're beautiful, brat. Is it really that wrong that I want you?"

Cart moaned and started to pull the opening of his boxers to free his cock from its cotton prison. "You came in me by accident," she added, not saying whether it was a good or bad thing. She had no idea about the morals, but she knew it certainly FELT good. "We shouldn't do this though," she said as she was taking her other hand, sliding her panties aside. Her slit was soaked and she rubbed a finger over it, moaning.

Drake's shaft started to escape his sheath, inch-by-inch of his growing member spilling out of its fuzzy pouch. "By accident," he repeated, "but it still happened." His hand left her breast, than shifted to the other, cupping it so that her nipple pressed against his palm. "We shouldn't. No matter how good it might feel, we've already done too much."

Cart felt her tail twitch involuntarily. She was possessed. She pressed her chest into his hands, she pressed her ass into his crotch, and her hand stroked his naked cock. Once free of his sheath, she was already rubbing its head against her slit. The panties still pulled aside, too lazy to even take them off. "We can't get addicted," she said as she started to grind her hips slowly, letting him feel the warmth pouring from her.

Drake's cock throbbed when her hand found its bare length. "We can't get used to it. We can't risk the consequences." His hips rolled, pushing his large, still-floppy dick against her hot, wet slit. "Every time we do this, your big brother could knock you up." The male's dick throbbed again, growing harder. It was almost as though the thought of putting a foal into his little sister's belly excited him.

Cart bit her lip and shook her head. "We can't," she repeated. "No matter how good it felt to have you cumming in me... no matter how amazing your hands feel on me, grabbing me, holding me," and her slit started to drool as she rubbed his head against herself more needily. "Making me yours..."

Drake's dick reached full size, the rigid shaft pressing between her thighs to nudge at her slit. His hips pushed upward, smearing a thick drop of precum over her swollen pussy lips. "Mine," he agreed. "Making my beautiful, smart, sexy, little sister mine." Hips pressed harder, forcing those pre-smeared folds to either side. His girth started to sink into her, stretching her poor hole for the second time that day.

Cart moaned, taking her hand and putting it behind his head, grabbing onto his mane as she felt that wonderful girth starting to push her apart. There was something primal that she'd gotten a taste of earlier and it took what little self-restraint she had left to keep from thrusting her hips down on him. "Do it..." she gasped.

Drake didn't need any more urging. If anything, it took all of his willpower until then not to enter her. Permission given, he thrust forward... hard! His cock pushed back inside of her pussy, stretching her poor, tight hole perhaps a little too quickly. Half of his cock was inside of her before he realized just how rough he was being and, mercifully, he paused to give her a chance to adjust to the intrusion.

Cart let out a hissing gasp, feeling an intense spike of pleasure mixed with pain. The good over-powered the bad, and she raised one leg to give him the leverage to stuff her to the hilt. With the initial thrust, she increased the grip on his mane, only easing off as he paused. She was panting, and interpreting his halt as concern for her, she turned her head to him and kissed him. She kissed her brother. She kissed her brother and started to grind her hips down on his cock.

Drake's hand left her breast, moving up to cup the back of her head instead. He pushed the kiss deeper as his hips resumed their press. The stallion held the kiss, his tongue even slipping into of her mouth, as he crammed his length deep inside of her cunt. A moan escaped his throat, only to be muffled by his sibling's mouth. The first time was an accident, but this one was borne of mutual need and desire. Brother and sister were giving a part of themselves to each other. Whether love, lust, or somewhere in between, their passion was undeniable.

It was sweet, and it was dirty. It was tender and it was rough. The two of them kissed, Cart with her head turned over her shoulder and her brother fucking her from behind. She began to move her hips in rhythm with his, meeting each thrust, trying to push him deeper into her. There was no requests for him to pull out. There was no talk about where his cum was going. She was certain they both knew... and given how hot her brother made her, and reliving so quickly what he'd done earlier. It wouldn't take long. She could already feel her pussy stretching around the second abuse from his cock. At this rate she'd be walking funny in the morning.

Drake rocked his hips back and forth, every thrust pushing him a little deeper, every shove furthering his claim upon her. His tongue sought out hers, swirling about it and dancing with it. Her lips had a faint sweetness to them, like a cheap gloss or chapstick, but it was the most wonderful taste in the world to him. Then, to his surprise, he felt that resistance deep within her. His round, heavy balls were lodged between her thighs, but a good inch or two of his length remained outside of her sex.

Given their awkward position in the car earlier, he hadn't been able to go as deep as he was going now. Cart had felt him almost bottom out in her earlier, and she wanted it again, she could feel him bumping inside her, and it hurt a little, but it also felt soooo good. She continued to taste her brother and started to clutch at him with her hand. "I'm gonna cum again..." she moaned into his mouth, her cunny already starting to flutter.

Drake's free hand slid down over her hip and down to where his length disappeared inside of her. Fingertips quickly found the top of her slit, then dipped between his girth and her folds to find that firm, sensitive, tiny, little button. "Good girl," he cooed, lips parting from hers only long enough for the words to leave his mouth. "Cum for me. Mmm... Cum on your big brother's dick." His wicked fingers worked against her, rubbing her clit firmly... briskly.

Cart broke off the kiss gasping. She shook and tried to fight the fingers, but it was a button Drake was already learning to press and practically control her with. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," she whimpered repeatedly. "Brother, you're cock's making me... CUM," and as she said it, she came. Her cunny clenching just as it had done earlier, pushing to draw him up into her.

Drake grit his teeth as she came, fighting to keep the waves of pleasure that came from her cum-hungry, rippling muscles from pushing him too quickly. He wasn't ready to cum just yet. He wanted this to last. He wanted to make love to her until he could truly hold back no longer. "That's right, runt," he moaned into her ear. "That's... gods... that's my sexy, n-naughty baby sis."

Cart writhed in Drake's arms, riding her orgasm out, gushing some of her juices on his cock as her insides pumped him, but didn't manage to bring him off. She slowly began to relax, panting, her mouth hanging open. "Oh god.... god... brother.." she whimpered. "What are you doing to me?" she asked rhetorically.

Drake smiled at her, then relaxed his hold on her head. He allowed the girl to look forward again, but only so that he could put his lips to use elsewhere. The young stallion buried his muzzle against the side of her collarbone, where he started to slowly trail kisses up her neck. "What am I doing? Fucking you." he replied. "Making love to you?" He wasn't sure exactly what it was, only that it was what they needed. "Something like that."

Cart started to chuckle at the sentiment but her laugh tapered off into a moan as he began to kiss up her neck. "I can't help but..." and she slowly tried to pull herself off of him before sliding back down on his cock, "... god, I wouldn't have believed this happening this morning," she said. She smirked a little at this sudden game and taking her hand from him, she started creeping it down her taunt belly, between her legs, and to his heavy balls, cupping them. "Do I get.. to make commands of you?"

Drake moaned as she again took his balls in her dainty hand. As before, she seemed to know exactly how to drive him wild. "I might be," he offered with a rumbling groan and a smile that pressed just under her jawbone. "But no self-respecting big brother would do such a thing with his little sis, right?" He ground his hips upward, rubbing the head of his dick against her cervix and his balls into her soft touch. "Commands?"

Cart moaned weakly, feeling herself fading after her orgasm, wondering if she could chase another. "No brother should claim his sister... " she groaned. "And I only said commands because you told me to cum..." she said, and at that she emphasized with a little squeeze of his balls, caressing and fondling them. "I won't presume to.. to .. to order you..."

Drake's light smile spread into an impish, playful grin. "So I did," he admitted, his words fading into a sudden moan of pleasure as she started to toy with his heavy sac. "Then don't order me, sister. Ask me. Request me." The stallion's tongue flicked out, teasing just behind that spot where neck met the back of her jawbone. "Beg me."

Cart shuddered at that, feeling her juices flow a little hotter at what she was told. "Ohh... oh Drake... cum. Please cum in me," she bent her head down to rub her snout over his, moaning. "It's so wrong, but I want you to.. to fill me."

Drake knew that he should have felt shame from what she said, but he didn't. He knew that he should have felt shame for what they were doing, but he didn't. His only real worry was the consequences of being found out. "I'd rather that this stay our wonderful, dirty, sexy, little secret. I like... gods, you're tight... I like that it's just between the two of us. It's... It's something just for us." The colt's hips pumped, ramming her dripping cunny as hard as he could. He was getting so very close. Just another squeeze of her pussy or another grope of his sac and he knew that she'd send him over the edge.

"Our little secret," she echoed, murring at the thought of it. She gave his balls another gentle squeeze, and tried to work her hips down as far as she could go, taking as much of him into her as she could. She wasn't close to cumming again herself, but she could feel her brother edging and she was determined to coax him like he had her. "You're imagining it, aren't you brother... you're imagining putting a foal in me..." she whispered.

Drake pulled back, then hammered his dick into her as hard as he could. "I am," he answered as he repeated the action, slamming the head of his cock against her cervix. He did so again, then again, almost certainly causing the filly a great deal of pain... or of pleasure... or both. The barrier seemed to be weakening, as though it was giving up from his assault. "Gods help me," he gasped, "but I..." His words were lost as he gave a final shove. The entrance to her womb was battered and bruised, but it held, even as the tip struck it one final time. With a sound somewhere between a grunt and a moan, he came inside of his sister for the second time that day. His balls worked to deliver their load and his throbbing, pulsing shaft pumped her womb full of his thick, forbidden cum. The male flooded her, the fact that he had more than a drop to give her alone testament to the rumored productivity of their kind.

Cart took it. She took all of it. Her hips shook as she felt him pulsing. The roughness of the last few thrusts left her gritting her teeth. He was pushing at something in her, and it hurt, but it also had a slight tingle to it that wasn't unpleasant. She could feel something begin to give and then, warmth. She could feel the warmth, could feel the splash of his cum white washing her womb in strong gushes. She loved it. Her brother was cumming in her, filling her up, claiming her. She was the focus of his attention, his desire, and it made her heart burn for him. "Fuck... that's it... Bro..."

As the two of them rutted like young animals, they weren't quite aware of the smell. Cart was wrong about her heat. She was in the beginning stages of it, and if earlier hadn't been enough, this latest flood of semen was sure to inseminate her. Playing with fire was just too much fun.

Drake's nostrils flared, but he didn't notice the scent of sex that not only filled the sleeping bags, but seeped out into the tent. It was strong and would have been obvious to anybody except for the two siblings. Oblivious to it, he thought only about his sister and the pleasure that she gave him. The stallion nibbled at her ear as he continued to fill her with his potent sperm, and only brief, gasped words were able to be spoken. "Keep... keep playing with them," he told her. Her small hand on his balls felt amazing, exciting him even mid-orgasm, ensuring that he gave her every last sticky drop.

Cart giggled a little, feeling his balls pulse with every slight surge they were sending into her. She gently cupped them, massaging them, coaxing them, like her hand was asking for all they had. "It feels good?" she asked, eager to please.

Drake flicked his tongue against the point of her ear, his shaft pulsing inside of her still even when there was nothing left to give. "F-feels wonderful," he moaned. "Drives... drives me crazy when you do that, runt." Arms wrapped tightly around her, holding the girl's smaller body against his own.

Cart smirked as she finally released him and leaned back to kiss him on the cheek. "I'll be sure to remember that." She laid there bathing in the sex after glow. "If mom wasn't going to wander in before too long, I'd want you to hold me all night," she said a bit whistfully, even if she knew she'd have to sleep at least not conspicuously tied to her brother.

Drake nuzzled against her hair before he realized just what it was that she said. "Oh, fuck! You're right," he exclaimed as he pulled out of her tight slit. As much as he wanted to stay with her like that, he understood just how dangerous a game it was that they were playing. "She'll be here any minute! Hurry up and pull your panties back up. If she finds us like this...!"

Cart rolled her eyes, not quite as quick as him, but no sooner was he out of her, then she heard something at the zipper outside. With a slight yelp she rolled over twice till she was a body space away from her brother, and pulled her panties back into place. There was a slight wet squish as the after sex was starting to seep out of her.

No more than a minute later their mother Kirah finally joined them in the tent. She looked over at what appeared to be two sleeping lumps. She'd had a little bit to drink, "You kids already asleep?" she asked in a whisper. She was slowly shedding some of her clothing to crawl into her own sleeping bag. She tried to be quiet, but as she did, her nose gave a sniff or two, catching a scent. Kirah paused and looked a little more intently at her kids. It was hard not to smell it, the whole tent was fogged with it. It'd been a long drive, and it had been a chaotic evening with their family. She climbed into her sack and over and looked at her kids.

Kirah wasn't an idiot. She knew what that smell was. Earlier she had briefly looked in the rear view mirror of her car when she'd heard a muffled sound that didn't seem like arguing. She had no idea what she'd seen but her kids looked like they had been making the most of the ride and cuddling. Now... that smell.

She looked at Drake, her powerfully built son, and at Cart her beautiful daughter... They wouldn't, would they? She rolled over, facing away from them. Tipsy, and tired, she tried to sleep, but soon found she couldn't. The smell was getting to her. Quiet as she could, she stuffed her hand down into her panties and tried to do something about her dripping pussy.

Cart was too embarrassed to move. She laid in her sleeping bag, eyes wide open, staring at her brother. When her mother whispered if they were still awake, she stayed silent, not wanting to betray anything of what they'd been upto. After a moment, she heard a slight rustle from her mother's sleeping bag, and her ears perked, not sure just what she was hearing. She looked at Drake in the dark and silence of the tent.

Drake stared back at her, though he couldn't see her looking at him in the darkness, and remained as silent as he could. His breathing was heavy and his heart was pounding, but he could only hope and pray that his mother could hear neither. All that he could do was lay there and listen to the strange, faint rustling that came from the other side of the tent. Likely, she was only laying out clothes for the next day, but all that mattered is that she wasn't looking too closely at her offspring.

Cart's heart was still beating fast, and it only began to slow as her curiosity peeked at what she was hearing. She was fairly certain her mother was in her sleeping bag now, and as the seconds turned to minutes, she was sure her mother was fidgeting around on the other side of the tent. What the heck was she doing? Did she have ants in bag? Did she just have a bad itch? Then, it hit her. Drake and herself had just been fucking, and in some perverse off kilter way, her mother was doing a solo tango seeming to pretend or just not care that the two of them weren't nearby.

Drake on the other hand, just couldn't figure out what it was that was going on. The sound continued well beyond how long he assumed that it would take for her to set out a change of clothes.

It only took 5 minutes, maybe 7 tops for Kirah to work herself into a frenzy. The rustling of her sleeping bag stopped, her breath caught in the throat and she let an audible but quiet moan. It was distinct and different in pitch from the moans Cart had made for Drake, as well as the direction of its origin. Cartesian was still awake, she heard it, and she couldn't believe it. It was the sound of her mother getting off, and something seemed like it should feel wrong, but after the day she'd had, it kind of turned her on. If it weren't for the fact her panties were already a cummy mess, she might have gotten them wet.

Drake's ears lifted at the sound, and his slowly softening member perked up a moment. He knew that wasn't Cart, but even in his mind he could barely picture his mother laying a few feet away. She had never been a sexual creature to him, even though she looked rather pretty for her age. The noise set his mind to work, and in the quiet that followed, when the three of them were finally asleep, his dreams filled in the blanks.