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Hello my very dear, probably heavily impatient pitchfork wielding, Audience. As it currently stands you're gonna either hate me, or love me, for this resurrection. I apologize at the period between this chapter and the last. I simply lost interest in this project a while back and a friend has constantly been persuading me to continue with Miles and Anna's escapades.

I actually graduated recently and have a lot of free time and in the boredom attributed to that free time this was created.There's nothing particularly plot moving here, just a bit of fluff to get me back into it. Please don't kill me if there are any minor inconsistencies; after all it's been upwards of about 2 years.

If you have any questions, like the story, or find any majors problems then please comment about it. I'll try my best to clear them up or fix them, and I won't be replying to anything on earlier chapters.

Warning: sick mindedness at work here, if you have any problem with cheesy love stories between underaged siblings, that also doubles as a gang drama then you're sincerely no fun.

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I slipped into the room as quietly as I could, trying my best no to awaken the young girl I knew to be inside. Upon closing the door, all the light from the street stopped at the closed door, leaving me bathed in darkness. I slipped through the pitch black room and found my way to the bathroom.

I closed the door and turned on the lights, instantly my vision was bombarded with the bloody clothes of my reflection. The blood, although not very visible on the black overcoat, covered the white undershirt. If not before, I was now filled with disgust; the blood that covered me had once been a man, albeit not a very good one, but he was still a person!

In mere instances after that discovery I ripped the suit off as fast as I possibly could before shoving it into the small trash can that occupied the bathroom. Afraid that Anna, or someone else, might notice it I covered it over with toilet paper.

I then proceeded to wipe my face of the minor red splatter. After making sure all my bloody face paint was gone, and that I didn't smell like a morgue, I slipped out of the bathroom, and made my way over to the bed I knew Anna would reside in.

Instead of crawling up next to her and sleeping, I simply just sat down on the bed beside her. In a short while I had changed into something beyond recognition; I was still the mere boy I had always been, but now I was a mere boy with a body count.

Among all the rapid changes, Anna wasn't one of them, and it scared me to think that I may bring her into the world I find myself to be steamrolling into. At that point I started to get up, thoroughly disgusted with myself, to go elsewhere--where I'm not entirely sure--before I could there was a hand resting on mine. With further inspection I could see the slight twinkle of her eyes among the black.

I rubbed her lush, white headfur, "So you're awake?"

"Mhm... do you plan on sleeping, or just sittin' there looking grumpy?"

"Hmm... well sitting here 'looking grumpy' is pretty fun, I may just do it for the rest of the night."

It was then that I felt a scrawny pair of arms around me, and with a bit of effort I was against the mattress beside her. Seeing this as a defeat I slipped underneath the covers, to be met with complete warmth from both the covers and her body.

I wrapped my arms tightly around her entirety, and pulled her so close that our noses touched. We simply sat there like that for a bit; neither making so much as a move. It was as if it was an unspoken staring contest that we partook in. I was the first to tire and gave her the prize she deserved right across her mouth.

In that moment I was just simply Miles, and nothing more. I wasn't a killer, I didn't do bad things, but instead I was happy just as I was. It was then that I decide that I wouldn't muddy my soul with such things anymore.

The feeling of Anna's lips on mine never ceased to amaze me. The sensation was never the same, the wet warmth always had a way of being different, and well... just amazing. The kiss we shared wasn't only deep, but lengthy; lasting any number of minutes, and quickly accompanied by a shorter follow up one. And then a few more. Nothing more came of it though, not for that night anyway. There simply came a point when it all stopped and soft even breathes rustling my fur told me she was asleep, and closing eyelids told me I would be as well pretty soon.

"Miles! Get up!" Anna yelled. That, accompanied with the force from her jumping on the bed, was enough for unconscious me to no be unconscious anymore. I opened my eyes and after a few yawns and stretching I was ready to start the day. Seeing that her alarm was quite effective, Anna stopped her destruction of the poor bed, and was now sitting on the edge of the bed as I was.

"Morning," I said, or more so yawned, "how are you so awake already?"

"I dunno, I just am. Do you hafta work to work today too?"

"Not that I know of... seems that you're stuck with me for today."

With a battlecry of "Yay" the young girl had me tackled across the bed, "I'm sooooooo glad! I missed you lots yesterday. Rose is nice and all, but I don't love her."

Hearing those words, I couldn't help but give her mouth the attention of mine, although it only lasted mere moments the feelings were conveyed, and we were two separate entities yet again.

"Hey... since I'm all yours for the day, what would the princess like to do?"

"Umm... Can we go swimming?"

"Sounds like a fun idea. Let's just hope I brought our bathing suits..."

"If not we could just go without them."

"I don't think anyone else would take to kindly to seeing your naked butt while trying to swim."

"Well you seem to like it."

"It's the price I pay for loving you."

That netted me graze of her lips to mine, and a cute response of "I love you too!"

I softly forced Anna off me and walked over towards the corner with the table where all of our possessions resided, and scoured through the various articles of pants, shirts, dresses, and unmentionables before finding my solid blue swim trunks; and after quite a bit more searching I found both parts to Anna's white and blue flowery bikini.

"Found them." I said, and then proceeded to walk over and laid them on the bed beside her. In the next moment the panties that had been covering her delicates were now at her feet, and my eyes were now where they had been. She quickly noticed my staring and, with a smile, turned around, raised her tail, and shook her furry rump at me.

No matter how many times I had been graced with the sight that was before me, no matter how many times her lower lips were in my sight line, the effectiveness of it never seemed to dull. Upon removal of my boxers, the slight pink of my tip was already quite obvious, and Anna had obviously taken notice to it as well.

"Ahh" I groaned as her small hand found my sensitive sheath, rubbing the length of it. With every passing stroke my groans grew more desperate, and the furry sack was being engulfed by the pink interior.

Her hands were quite the delight, they made panting and the minor flinches a constant, and left me incapable of anything aside from that. In an instant the light grazes stopped, and all the sensation stopped; I couldn't help but whimper in disappointment, only to be greeted by a stronger, wetter sensation.

The sheer intensity of it caused me to fall back onto the bed behind me, it didn't hinder her slobbery treatment in the slightest. Her tongue messaged my most sensitive of areas, covering every millimeter in saliva, and heavenly sensations.

"Oh Anna," I murmured and gave myself the task of playing with her hair as a sort of distraction. My minor outburst seemed to become words of encouragement for her because as I said them her licking ceased and instead the warm sensation of her mouth surrounded my boyhood.

"Mmm" I moaned, the intensity leaving me fidgety and making any action, even mere thinking, impossible. All I could do was watch her cute muzzle engulfing my length a countless number of times; starting with just the tip, and working her way to taking nearly all of it but the knot.

It didn't take long for her treatment to get to me. My panting became a constant pretty early on, and my hips developed a mind of their own, but it didn't so much as halt her progress. There came to be a point when it was too much, when keeping my eyes open was too much of a chore, and the hair I had been petting became something to hold on to.

In that moment my back arched and knees buckled, and a familiar feeling warmth fell over my body. My breathing was quick breathes and between the moans, and my cock twitched incessantly. Each convulsion of it felt that much better, and the environment in Anna's mouth seemed to be perfect at prolonging it. In the midst of it all, a familiar sensation came to me. It was a strong need for release, and before I could so much as think it over, a string of fluid found its way into Anna's mouth.

She was taken a back by it, and shortly after her mouth separated itself from my organ. It seems that there was more to come, because the next two squirts found themselves across her face. That was all though and I collapsed on the bed behind me. I simply laid there for a bit, relaxing and recharging, before returning to a sitting position.

I watched Anna play with it for a bit, watching as it was strung between her finger and the muzzle. Seeing that she didn't particularly desire to ingest it, I picked up the pair of boxers I had had on, and handing them to her, "Here, wipe it on these."

She took them from me and made quick work of the fluid on her face, making it instead a stain on my undies. I offered Anna my hand and pulled her up and into my arms. I embraced her tightly against me, and, like two magnets, our lips found each other. The kiss was brief, a simple intermission between the first and second act, and the instant it was over we found ourselves opposite now; Me on my knees, and her on the bed awaiting the pleasurable torment to come.

"Brace yourself." I said, giving her little time before a finger was caressing her slit. Her lower lips became the object of my attention; my fingers feeling along her immature folds in seek of the spots that made her moans louder, or her hips jerk about.

"Milesss," She groaned as I grazed along the top most part of her slit. Hearing my name from her lips in such a context excited me, and I wanted to do anything in my power for it to happen again. Countless times really.

Her flower was to a violin as my fingers were to a bow; when there was contact between the two the beautiful noises that came was music to my ears. Every moan, every pant, the sounds of the mattress when her hips convulsed, and the occasional "Miles" made up a symphony of Immense pleasure and more importantly, Love. The kind of love between a brother and his sister. Our love.

There came to be a point when a digit strayed from the surface and ventured into her cavern. Anna nearly jumped out of her skin, her body completely new to her my fingers intrusions. That would change though, and rather quickly. It seemed natural to thrust my finger about inside her, the way it drew the digit to it's core.

With this new discovery the little girl became frantic; her body began to jerk about, and the symphony of her ecstasy grew in both volume and intensity. By now the room reeked of her fragrance and her crotch quickly became damp with her wonderful nectar.

With the new developments I found my desire to dine on her, for my muzzle to kiss her folds and my tongue to lick her clean. With that in mind, my finger instantaneously left her folds and was quickly replaced my muzzle.

I sniffed her frantically, my nose trying it's damnest to suck in every bit of it. When the aroma became usual, I gave her a sloppy lick along her area, treating myself with her wonderful essence. Anna 's arms pulled my head into a hug with her crotch, making any course of action not involving my muzzle and her body strictly impossible.

After that I allowed my tongue to go rampant on her young body; lap after lap of my tongue ran along her juicy cunny. It was as if the juices that were going in my gullet were converting into her cries. Just by her shrieks I could tell she wouldn't last much longer, so my tongue submerged between her lips and into her crevice.

By now her eyes were clinched shut, and her screams could probably be heard miles away. Her legs moved spasmodically, and after a few bashes in the sides of my head, I found holding them down to be necessary. My tongue dug it's way through her intricacies, quickly finding the path to the deepest repository of her femininity.

With an ear piercing scream she was off the cliff. Anna collapsed on the bed, her entire body shaking, and her agape mouth still the source of all sound for miles. If that wasn't reward enough for me, the liquid pouring into my mouth was that much extra. I continued to lap at her until her holding arms began to force me away, and then I proceeded to collapse on the bed beside her.

She used what energy she had left to cuddle up next to me, and with that we shared a naked embrace. We simply laid like that for a while. It was long after her heartbeat slowed, and her panting could be called breathing again when I finally thought it fit to speak, "Do you still wanna go swimming?"

"Yeah," she responded, before climbing from my grasp and getting back to putting back on her bikini. I followed her example and slipped on the trunks that I had discarded for more "appealing" things.

"How do I look?" She asked, spinning around in a spectacular fashion, giving me a glimpse from all angles.

"You look beautiful," I responded, before pulling her close and giving her a slight peck on her lips, "Now let's go."

I made sure that I had the room key and a towel for each of us before we both made our way out into the blinding sun. I offered the young lady my hand and she then we proceeded to walk fingers entwined towards the main building of the hotel. We entered the ever so familiar room, passed the front desk--saying hi to Rose on the way by--and entered down a hallway, that's only purpose seemed to be the pool.

We entered the door labeled "Pool" and were greeted with wet floors, splashing, and a heavy smell of water. It seemed that the pool wasn't entirely ours, but it wasn't full by any means. There were a few kids in the pool, along with their parents, and the classic poolside moms.

With our hands still interlocked I sprinted off towards the pool, and eventually into the water, bringing her along with me. We both went in with a big splash, and within an instant were thoroughly soaked. When I surfaced I was already being bombarded by the splashes of an angry girl, that I assumed to be retaliation for my stunt.

I quickly responded with enough water that it could possibly be perceived at an attempt of drowning. We simply went on like that for a while, until both of us had to stop our respective onslaughts to clear our eyes of water.

Our war ended there, and we instead had our own little triathlon (minus the two parts that aren't swimming). After a few laps back and forth across the pool, although I clearly won, her pouty face made me agree to a tie.

It was about then we took notice of the hot tub and, as kids are not supposed to do, slipped in to it. Luckily for us no one else happened to simulate being cooked, so it was only us. The problem with hot tubs though is that after about 5 minutes they're simply an overrated bath tub.

It did become a crucial part of a game we began to play though. We kept running back and forth between the hot tub and pool. You never really had a chance to get used to either, so the pool was always freezing, and the hot tub practically cooked you alive.

We eventually grew tired of the glorified bathing a swimming pool gave, and dried off before heading back to the room and getting properly dressed to get something to eat. We went back to the familiar diner we had visited a few times, and took our familiar booth.

We sat across from each other as per usual, and were soon waited on. Our waiter wasn't the old lady we had become familiar with, but instead another. Who after talking to her for a few moments, I could already tell she was the type of grandma you wouldn't go to see.

"Are you kids here to eat or just loiter, cuz we don't allow that here!"

"Me and my si- girlfriend are here to eat, so please take our order."

"Fine... what do you kids want to drink?"

"We'll have a root beer. Two straws."

The lady walked off, muttering angry words under her breath that I can only assume were directed at us, but soon enough she was back with our drink.

She pulled out her notepad and a pen, "what would you brats have to eat?"

Anna was the first to respond with the usual "Chicken Nuggets!" and I found spaghetti to be appealing so I ordered that. I brought my mouth to my straw and took a big gulp of our drink only to be mirrored by Anna. Drinking root beer became a sort of challenge between us. Anytime I drank she had to to as well, and vice versa; so, essentially it became a test to see who was better at breathing Root beer.

The results of the contest weren't exactly clear cut; I can't say which of us was the winner or loser, but it was pretty clear that the waitress got pretty fed up with us after the fourth refill. The time passed rather quickly and our food was brought out rather quickly.

"Miles can I have some of your spaghetti?"

"Did you already finish your chicken nuggets?"

"Maybe..."

"Why should I give you my food? You already finished yours."

"But I'm still hungryyy!"

"Fine... but I want to try something first." In saying that I fished a noodle from my plate and gave her an end of it, while taking the other myself. I took my end between my lips and she did the same and we began slurping up the excess until any remaining was contained in the others mouth.

It was the first kiss we had that was brought about by spaghetti, and movie cliches, but it wasn't bad. It was any given kiss we shared, only with the inclusion of stringy spaghetti and bit of meat. With that being said, if I could eat every meal with my lips to hers I wouldn't mind all that much.

It eventually came to an end though, the spaghetti bond we shared broke, and then nearly half of my spaghetti was usurped by the little siren that had a monopoly on my affection. It wasn't long before I had finished my half of my spaghetti, and she had finished half of her half of my spaghetti, only to give me the left overs of what was mine to begin with, but what can you do?

After finishing our meals we didn't hurry to leave, but instead reaped the rewards of refills continuing to fill our guts with Root Beer, and the air with recycled carbonation from the constant burps the soda netted us.The world it seems bores of love stories though, because in the coming moments I would notice a man that I had only seen last night. A man that had encouraged a blood lust in me that I wanted to separate me from, and that I was fairly certain he wished to bring back to.