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A long day can make anyone irritated. A LOT of long days can make anyone stressed. A lot of long days, bad dates and thankless work.. well, anyone would need a stress reliever. ...Long story short, I didn't have one.

The door slammed behind me with a crash as I wandered into the house, sighing raggedly, shoulders lowered. I knew the door had made a lot of noise, and like clockwork I knew my 'house guest' would be out any moment to check on me. In a futile attempt to avoid the contact I hopped up the stairs.. and damn near ran head long into her. My sister lurched back with a yelp, almost dropping the book she was holding in her hand, blinking in surprise.

"Oh! Darren, I'm sorry! I didn't see you. Hey, are.. you alright? I heard the door, and.." Despite her legitimate concern I waved my hand, grunting as I walked straight to the master bedroom, pushing the door open.

"I'm fine, Sharron, don't worry about it. Just a bad day, is all," I grumble out. Before I could manage to close the door she's right there anyway, slipping inside as it closed. I just rolled my eyes and dropped my bag next to it, then dropped myself onto the bed heavily.

"Come on. I know that's a load, you don't slam the door like that unless it's bad." Her legitimate concern had me cringing faintly. Dragons were always close, and me and Sharron were no different. Blood red scales, white bellies and faintly similar body structures made it clear we were twins, though the latter most had me a bit uncomfortable. It wasn't uncommon to be called "girly" with a body like mine, and a couple catcalls didn't help either.

Shaking my head, I ignored her as she crawled onto the bed next to me and set her book down. Even as she scooted closer and pressed her shoulder to mine I looked intently to the ceiling as if it held the world's answers.

It did not.

Sharron seemed to believe she did, as she took my chin in her hand and forced me to look at her. "Darren, don't give me that cold shoulder nonsense."

With a reluctant grumble I averted my eyes. "Just... people at work being assholes. Don't worry about it." I crossed my arms over my stomach and tugged my chin from her fingers, looking the other way. The heavy sigh I got in response told me that it wasn't over, but she was going to let it go for now. Instead of pressing the subject she pressed herself to my side, my shoulder nestled into the open cleavage of her robe and my arm to her belly.

"You know I will." I ignored the sentiment with a grunt. I wanted to be alone, but Sharron wasn't going to be leaving my space any time soon, so I just settled in and closed my eyes. It wasn't ten minutes laying there, huffing to myself until I was out like a light.

I'm not sure when I woke up, but I do know why; it's hard to ignore the feeling of your shaft getting worked by a well practiced hand. My eyes flickered open in the dark as a quiet groan left my lips on instinct. The light was still off. It had never been turned on in the first place, and the sun had gone down. More importantly, however, my sister was still pressed to my side, her head on my shoulder, and her hand was wrapped around my turgid maleness. At some point she'd gotten my pants open and her hand was pumping me steadily, fingers playing with the ribs that went down my shaft, the small barbs that ran the length of it.

Her digits were deft, swift and worked me like a goddamn fiddle. My hips shifted and squirmed, a quiet gasp working it's way past my lips while her nails gently grazed the sensitive spaces between my ridges, the pace picking up for a quick, rough jerk before slowing down so she could pay attention to each detail of my member. The changes in pace were maddening.

Sharron was my sister, my twin no less, I'd known her since... ever! She'd always been there to comfort me, like it or not, I'd watched out for her. I'd been a good brother. But enjoying a talented hand job from his sister was not something a good brother did. I tried to fake still being asleep, but Sharron was too sharp for that. She leaned up and nuzzled her snout to my ear fin, making me shudder all over again.

"Relax... Don't fight it, just enjoy it Darren... You were hard as a rock ten minutes after you fell asleep." She breathed warm air down my neck and sent shivers down my spine, my hips working hard not to buck up into her hand when she squeezed my base. "You haven't even paid attention to this, have you?"

She wasn't wrong. I masturbated, but rarely, and I'd been hoping that my date tonight would make sure I didn't have to for a few days. "W-would you... just... stop that? You shouldn't be touching that!" I let out a hiss, barely managing to finish a sentence with one of her claws teasing right at the tip of my girth. My request is met with a heated giggle in my ear.

"You're way too hard for me to stop. Your balls would bust. You just lay right there..." Her lips moved from my ear and I could feel her begin to crawl down my body, her strokes getting shorter until she stopped to squeeze around my middle. And then her lips wrapped around me.

My entire body went rigid as I felt her plush lips sliding down the ridged shaft she held. Every nerve in my body lit on fire as rigid inch after inch slid past her lips, until just over half was in her muzzle and she began to gag. Her lips pulled back, and I could feel the caress across every inch of flesh. When she pushed back down to the point she began to gag once more, I lost it. My balls had had enough.

I planted both hands on the back of her head, holding her there as I let out a gasp, a wheeze, and then groaned out my satisfaction. Orbs pulled tight, hips trembling, I began to buck and twitch, thick ropes of cum pumping into my sibling's maw and splattering across her tongue and the back of her throat. The bulb at my base expanded firmly, frustratingly uncovered by the mound of a female, but half of my girth in my sister's maw seemed to do the rest of my member just fine.

When at last my trembling hips came to a stop, my sister pulled herself off, my hands slack on her head. She coughed twice, clearing her throat, before licking her lips and sitting up. She didn't say anything, simply laying herself out next to me and staring at the ceiling. I didn't have it in me to look at her or say anything else. My dick was still twitching, slowly softening, and I didn't have any words for her anyway.

I don't know how long I laid there. Maybe ten minutes, but eventually I realized that my erection hadn't lost any tension. That, and the scent tugging at my nose was starting to drive me insane. It was making my mouth water, and I didn't know why, but I did know that I wanted whatever was making that scent.

I finally managed to look to my twin, but she was out cold. She could always sleep in the weirdest circumstances, but that scent was more concerning than her odd choice of nap time. I began to follow it, sniffing, nose twitching as I started crawling down. I found it hard to concentrate, but the first thing I noticed was that my sister's robe was surprisingly short, barely coming to mid-thigh. And that her thighs were soft, especially against my cheeks. And that her hidden muff was the tastiest fucking thing I've ever eaten.

At some point the taste, the feel of my sister's thighs, her rising sleepy moans and the fact that I was eating her out like a starved man began to dawn on me and my sense of self worth and disgust flared. But not enough to begin having an effect besides making me more conscious of what I was doing. With my eyes flickering open, I focused on her groin, the wet sounds of my tongue lashing at her mound making my ear fins twitch a bit.

When her hips began to rise and grind on my snout, I slipped my hands under her, gripped her ass and helped her, stuffing my mouth down against her as much as I could. Her taste was making me drool, and I wasn't sure if there was more saliva or juices on my tongue.

With my tongue drilling into her, I could feel my hips squirming, my still hard shaft twitching and grinding into the bed sheets below as I panted raggedly through my nose. My sibling's body was quivering in pleasure, my nose nudging and grinding against her soft, sensitive button as I worked her over. I could feel her orgasm before I tasted it, the shuddering, the sharp increase in heat.

Her orgasm washing over my lapping tongue had a shudder running up my spine. The taste was strong, intoxicating, and my eyes were rolling back within moments as her trembling body ground itself on my muzzle. My mind was pretty gone by that point. My erection, however was not.

Letting my tip lead the way much more than my head, I crawled up my sister's panting, shuddering form. Her robe was easy to tug open, the sash doing nothing to hide her as I pulled her bare, curvy form to the are beneath me. Equally, I'm not sure when I got my thighs underneath her's, forcing her legs up and apart, but I certainly remembered gripping my base and wedging myself to her cunt. She was still practically steaming hot, and the moment I pressed forward my shaft was glistening in her juices.

I could hear her groan mimicking my own as I slid right inside. I could feel goosebumps forming as I watched my ribbed length pushing inside of her tight mound, forcing her open as I pushed. Her eyes snapped open, back arched up as her head pointed to mine, her jaw dropped. I offered her a tooth grin and growl as I felt my balls smack into her ass.

Both of her hands clasped my shoulder as I watched her shudder and jerk, bucking her hips up. "F..Fuuuuck! Darren! W...What the... N-nonono, you have... Nnhh, pull out!" Her protests sounded as half-hearted as my attempts to listen to them. Put that together and you get me balls deep in her mound, bucking and grinding.

Even with what little motion I could muster at that depth the both of us were arching and writhing. My hand's clasped her shoulder's, squeezing firmly as I ground myself into her roughly, letting loose a second growl as she whined, half in protest, but I could hear the trembles of delight stuck in her throat.

Without hesitation I planted my feet on the bed, leaned over her and dragged my girth most of the way free. The ribs tugged on her walls and I could feel my balls lurch in response. Her hand was nothing in comparison, and my orbs knew a dragoness in heat when they felt one.

With something dangerously close to a miniature black out, the next thing I remembered I'm balls deep in her cunt once more while she squealed her lungs out and writhed beneath me. I bit down on her shoulder hard, enough to make her wince as I began a pace. Wet smacks began to echo through the room, the creaking of the bed below signifying it's protests of the rough breeding taking place on top of it.

But as the bed rocking became more and more audible and the squeals of my sibling's self denied pleasure rang in my ear got less and less protest-like, I could feel a shift in the tone of my thrusts. I couldn't stop it. I didn't want to. The firm, insistent tug each time I buried myself to the hilt and pulled back wasn't something I wanted to deny either of us.

When she felt it, Sharren seemed to feel otherwise. Her eyes widened, the haze of lust clouding them clearing just enough for her to push on my shoulder as I took and claimed her. "D-Darren.. oh fuck, Darren, no.. N... No, not inside! Don't knot.. nnggh, fuuuck!" Her protest was cut off as I gave her an especially hard buck to quiet her down.

That same buck proved to be difficult to pull back. So difficult that my nerves exploded in that single tug, the knot at my base having expanded beyond the point that it could be comfortably pulled free. And that was all it took for my balls to go over the edge.

With my clawed toes dug into the bed, my teeth dug into Sharren's shoulder, and I could taste copper as my balls jerked against her form. That bulged knot kept her tight around me as began to fill her with heat, each splash of the thick stuff a massive relief to my undercarriage. I could feel her claws raking my back, and not in protest, but I didn't particularly care.

When the white haze of flashing fireworks and sonic booms passed, I fell limp, pulling my jaws from her shoulder and dropping down on top of her on the bed. Her warmth continued to surround me as I laid there, her body trembling beneath mine, and moments later I was out like a rock, finally sated.