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As I reluctantly left slumber-land

to be roused to a darkened room, I could feel fingers running up and down the

fur on my back, just skimming over my spine. I knew what it meant and was both

tempted and yet displeased with this unprovoked action. I grumbled a little and

turned to the source of those questing digits.      

"Charlie! I have a test in the

morning!"

"I know you do. You've been

studying for days. You'll do fine. In my opinion you need a little something to

help you relax."

"I was relaxing you moron! I was asleep!"

Charlie wasn't one to take no for

an answer and neither was I, but that didn't mean I couldn't make him work for

it. He was rakishly handsome and when he turned on his charms, there wasn't

anything a girl like me could do against them. But despite this, I often did my

best to make him beg, at least a tiny bit. I thought it was good for him to

have to work a little for what he wanted. I didn't want him to start taking me

for granted.

"Sleep is for wimps!"

"Name calling will get you nowhere,

you big jerk," I countered blearily.

"Yeah I know. I can't help it. I

can't sleep and I need the edge taken off."

By that, he meant that he needed to

have his brains fucked out so that his hormone level would temporarily diminish

to more acceptable levels. It was hell being a nineteen year old male. He

really needed to get himself a girlfriend, but as long as I was around, I

doubted very much that was going to happen.

I rolled over and assumed the

position. I'm not saying that I was into it at that exact moment, but I could

sympathize with my big brother. I only hoped he didn't take too long. I really

did have a test at school in the morning and I wanted to be well rested before

taking it.

He rolled over on top of me,

supporting his greater weight upon his strong arms. I wasn't a baby, but being

six years younger than him meant I was considerably shorter, lighter and a hell

of a lot fluffier. Never mistake fluff for fat in a bunny. Take away the fur

and we're pretty slender. That's speaking only for myself of course.

I remembered the first time we did

this. It wasn't all the long ago, relatively speaking, but sometimes it seems

like ages. However I guess I should fill you in on a few things first,

otherwise none of this will make any sense.

We're orphans, Charlie and me. Mom

and dad were killed in an accident three and a half years ago. From then on

life was a little slice of hell. We had no relatives, leastwise any that would

take us in, so we were bounced from foster home to foster home. Most of the

time they kept us together, but once in a while we got separated from each

other.

Those were by far the worst of ours

times.

The one time we got reunited after

a month or so of living apart and all I wanted to do was hug him until my arms

gave out. I wouldn't let him out of my sight that first day. We were then living

with a nice couple who only had one room for the two of us, but I was alright

with that. I would sleep on the floor just to be with Charlie once again!

Of course, he would have none of

that. When bedtime came, he moved over to the far edge to make as much room for

me as was possible on that little mattress. I turned on my side to make room

for him, and we went to sleep spooning each other. It was awesome!

Of course, up to this point I

hadn't learned anything about the way of boys with girls; you know -mommy and

daddy stuff.

Sex.

I knew boys and girls were

different, but not precisely how different. I thought boys were yucky, except

for Charlie. But then, he wasn't a boy to me. He was my big brother. That made

it different.

As it was, I woke up in the dead of

night to a strange sensation. I was wearing just a very long t-shirt as a

nightgown, and it had ridden up some during the wee hours of the morning. That

wasn't so weird. It happened a lot really. But there was something rubbing the

crack under my tail, tickling my butt in a funky but pleasant way.

As I gained consciousness, I came

to the realization that it had to do with something my brother was doing. He was

after all the only other person in the room. I held still as I tried to figure

out what it was all about.  Whatever was

back there, it was hard and warm.

Not long after that, the speed

increased and I could tell Charlie was moving his hips faster and faster. Then

all at once he grunted and I could feel a hot sticky fluid splash my tail and

my butt.

By then I had a general idea of

what was going on, but I was paralyzed with fear that if I moved or said

anything he'd be angry with me. So I remained motionless, mortified of what had

just happened. I lay there wide awake for the longest time, but nothing more

happened. Charlie just went back to snoring away.

I eventually drifted off to

dreamland again, still musing over what had happened. I was a smart kid, so I

made up my mind to grab a book or two that might help shed some light on this

whole sexuality thing. Up to this point I hadn't been all that interested, but

my curiosity now knew no bounds. I had heard this and that from the other girls

at school, but I doubted any of them had ever had the experience I just had!

In the morning Charlie made no

suggestion that he even remembered last night. He must have done it all in his

sleep. I got to the bathroom first and showered. My tail was stiff with his

dried fluids and it took me a good five minutes to get it scrubbed out. But as

I worked to clean it, I allowed my fingers to caress my tailhole. The soft pink

flesh there was always erotically reactive to the touch and it was now just a

bit raw from all the rubbing it had received. He hadn't penetrated it, but the

vigorous humping from the night before had overly sensitized it. After only a

few moments of private playing I started to shake and nearly passed out in the

shower. It was the first time I had come close to having an orgasm though I had

no idea what it was at the time.

Breakfast went by fast, and after

that it was off to school. Once we were there, he to his grade and me to mine,

I was pensively anxious right up until I could get into the library. I was

pretty sure they wouldn't have anything particularly useful on lagomorph anatomy,

but I did find one book that had at least the basics.

Imagine my surprise when I learned

that the other hole, the one a little farther up from my butt was the one that

babies came out of. And his thingy, called a penis, was supposed to go there.

There weren't a lot of specifics in the book, but it was enough to get my

imagination going. I figured two holes meant twice the fun!

After school let out I was in a complete,

distracted daze on the bus ride home. I was so intrigued by what I had read

that I wanted to see if I could talk Charlie into trying something for real. I

wasn't sure how he'd react, especially if I told him about the previous night's

adventure - something that he had somehow totally slept through.

I sat through our supper staring at

him, but every time he looked my way I turned my head and stared at my plate. I

was probably making a minor spectacle of myself, but I didn't want him asking

me anything while we were at the table. Knowing my propensity for honesty I'd

likely say something completely awkward.  Discussing this in private was probably going

to be alright, but in the presence of people we didn't really know would be

totally weird.

I did my homework in record time,

even double checking it to make sure it was all done correctly. Despite all of

the hassles and the constant disruptions in our lives, both of us had been

doing well in our classes. I wasn't about to let that slip now, not even for

what I had in mind for Charlie and I. If nothing else, it might give me an educated

edge on my science studies.

When it was time for bed, I dallied

until he was tucked snuggly under the covers.

"Hey sis, are you planning on

staying up all night?"

"That depends on you."

"Me? What did I do; snore so loud I

kept you up?"

"Something like that."

He looked at me like I had gone a

little crazy. I mean, we both knew he snored, but it wasn't so bad. Neither was

getting hit in the face with a random ear time and again and having whiskers tickling

the back of your neck. That was something we both suffered through. What had

happened last night had changed our sibling dynamic in a most non-normative way,

even if he wasn't aware of it yet.

"Serious sis, what's up?"

"I don't know. You maybe?"

He scratched his head in bewilderment.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

I said nothing more, merely left

for the bathroom where I changed into a nightshirt. It was a good thing I had

several. I was hoping our present "mother" wouldn't notice the stain and ask

questions. I wasn't going to have an answer she was going to want to hear. I

hadn't managed to have my panties soiled for the simple fact that I never wore

any to bed. And after last night, I had no plans for changing that habit any

time soon.

I came back into the bedroom, my

eyes stuck on Charlie. He could see me watching him, and I think he got a

little unnerved.

"Marcie, what the hell is up with

you?"

"It's not what's up with me big

brother. It's what's up with you!"

"Huh?"

I climbed into bed and shoved over

next to him. I wiggled my cute ass against his front. "I think I met something

of yours last night that wasn't supposed to show itself. I believe a formal

introduction is in order if we're going to be sleeping so close together from

now on."

Charlie looked totally flummoxed.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

I reached behind me and grabbed his

front. "This thing of yours got a little friendly last night. The sad thing

was, you were so sound asleep that you never even knew it!"

I could see him get that look he

got whenever he was in trouble. "Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh..."

"Sheesh! Relax! I was scared at

first but after it was over, it just made me super curious about it."

"After it was over?"

"Yeah, just what I said. You were

all hot and hard, then you shot you stuff all over my tail."

He looked horrified. I mean, I had

to turn my head to look at him, and when I did, he looked like he had done

something dreadful. He tried to stutter an apology out, but was completely

tongue tied. I took that moment to slip out of my shirt and turn over to face

him.

"Listen up stupid. I'm not mad. I'm

not angry. In fact, I'd like to get to know you a little better."

"But I'm your brother!"

"And I'm your sister. Now that those

introductions are done, what say we get something going?"

I was half prepared to grab his

front once again, but I felt that was being a little forward of me. I knew

enough about dating and such to know guys were supposed to be the ones who did

all of the work. But all he did was lay there looking stunned.

"Marcie, I can't!"

"Why not? Because I'm your sister?"

"Well yeah!"

"Who cares? I don't. Who's gonna

know besides the two of us?"

He stared at me, his eyes fixed and

his expression unreadable. We were locked in that gaze for what seemed like an

eternity before he spoke.

"Did I really blow a wad on you?"

"Yep. Why do you think I hit the

shower so early?"

"And you're not mad at me?"

"Oh, I was a little grossed out,

but I got over it."

"So what do you want to do?"

He had me there.

"I'm not sure. I have no clue at all

that's involved in this. I got a book, but it's pretty skimpy on the important

details."

"A book. From school?"

"Yep. I got it from the library."

He sat up, his face beginning to

show some emotion. He flipped back the sheets and climbed over me. With a queer

look on his face he slipped his paws under the mattress and pulled out a

magazine. From the appearance of the cover it was obviously a Playbunny or some

such thing. I was shocked that he had managed to keep such a thing hidden

during all of our moves.

He kneeled next to the bed and

flipped through the pages. I could see all kinds of hares and rabbits in all

sorts of positions. I slapped my paw down on one page before he could move on.

"Are they doing it; you know, up

the butt?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Can we do that?"

"What...why are you asking me this?"

"Because I thought it was pretty

cool last night and I wanted to see what it was like for real. Duh stupid!"

"What exactly did I do?"

I had to explain as best what I was

able about what had happened. He seemed a little put off by the whole thing,

but I glanced at the front of his boxers and noticed something pressing against

the front of them. So while he was babbling away killing time, deep inside he

was getting into this. Following a sudden urge I grabbed the waistband and

yanked them down, exposing his fully engorged cock.

"I want this inside of me!"

"Marcie!" he yelled, before

remembering where we were. His voice dropped to a whisper. "I've never done

anything like this before."

"Good! Then we'll learn together."

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure. I guess I won't know

until I've tried."

He stripped off his boxers and stood

there, trembling slightly as I looked him over. There really wasn't a lot of

difference between the genders, but I was quite interested in that parts that

separated us from each other. His cock (I know what they call it from the

tittering gossip at school) was long and stiff. I figured that was a necessity

for what it needed to do. Upon touching it I found it to be smooth and dry, one

of those things being good and the other not so much.

"How do you get this inside?"

Charlie kind of shrugged. "I guess

you just stick it in."

"Sounds a little painful. I like

the feeling I get when I rub my butthole, but I have to wet my finger before it

can go inside."

"So?"

I dropped down on my knees. I had

heard talk of "sucking off" a guy, and the basics of it seemed pretty simple. I

opened up and slipped over it like it was a great big carrot. It was as hard as

one, but warm and a little softer. Charlie jerked back a little before

relaxing. I didn't give him any warning, but the minute my lips encircled his

cock I think he knew it was going to be fine.

I didn't know quite what to do, so

I just let my imagination run away with me. True, I didn't have a lot to draw

on, but I think I did well enough for the first time. I got him groaning and

moaning, and in no time his paws were on my head, grabbing my ears and holding

my head in place. I moved my one paw down to my butt and began fingering my

hole, loosening it up for what lay ahead. I didn't know what to expect, but I

wasn't so stupid as to not know my finger and his cock were of two totally

different sizes.

And to be completely honest, I was

really into doing what I was presently doing. He seemed to be enjoying this as

much as I was, and so I was therefore in no hurry to stop.  I was feeling all hot inside, and it helped

that I was experiencing a bit of excitement from doing something this naughty.

Not only was I having sex at my age; I was having it with my own sibling! That

was wrong on so many levels and yet it felt so very wonderful!

And speaking of feeling, I could

sense Charlie tense up again, only this time it was a little different. His

fingers cut into my fur right down to my skin as he pressed her pelvis against

my face. In the next moment he let loose with a great gush of cum down my

throat.

I nearly gagged it came so

unexpectedly. I won't even say the taste of it threw me off for it missed my

tongue and headed straight down the chute to my stomach. But the tip of his cock

was pressing against the back of my throat and all the while he was humping my

face for all he was worth.

I finally had enough and jerked my

head back, a spatter of his cum hitting my face. He was gasping for air, as was

I, but we were doing it for different reasons. I leaned back, propped up on my

forepaws and watched him as he fell to his knees. I had the sudden thought that

maybe I had ruined my chances for the evening. I mean, how many times could a

guy shoot his wad?

I found out that at this age, it's

seemingly limitless.

Charlie lay there collapsed on the

floor for a moment, too dazed to even move. When he did, he peered up at me,

his face looking rapturous in the light from the streetlight outside the

window.

"Fuck yeah! You're alright Marcie!"

I was wiping my face and swallowing

at the same time. I wasn't upset with him, but the fact was, he got the better

end of the bargain. That meant it was time for what I wanted and he had better

deliver.

I got up and stood over him, my

paws against my hips with what I hoped was a no-nonsense look on my face. I

doubt I looked intimidating, what with me having cum stuck in my facial fur,

but I did my best to look imposing.

"My turn!"

He looked up at me in disbelief.

"You really want to try that?"

"Yes!"

He slowly stood up, went to the

other side of the bed and came away with a small bottle of lotion. While the

item in itself was rather innocuous on its own, why he had it was mystery to me

for just a few seconds.

"I use this to stroke off when

you're not around. Haven't been able to use it as of late, with us stuck

together like this in one room."

"Whatever works. I thought maybe my

saliva would do the job."

"Doubtful. It dries too fast. Here,

let me see."

He squeezed some out and put it on

his finger.

"Bend over the bed."

I quickly assumed the position. He

ran his lubed finger over my ass, making a few circles before pressing his

finger in. I gripped the sheet and grunted. It wasn't very feminine sounding,

but it was what came out on its own. It was an amazing feeling that came from

someone else's finger. I lifted my ass a little higher as he sunk it in all the

way.

"God, Marcie, you're kind of

freaky."

We had flipped our relative

positions and yet apparently the results were the same. As much as I was

enjoying it, he was certainly getting into it as well if not more. He started

thrusting it in an out until he couldn't take it anymore. I felt him pull his

finger out and grab my hips. I assumed that he was putting lotion on his cock

and the next thing I knew I was biting the mattress to keep myself from crying

out.

Despite being loosened up, I wasn't

prepared for something the size of his cock. And it wasn't just the

circumference but the length as well. By the time he bottomed out I thought I

was going to be seeing it come out my mouth. He grasped my hips and did a few

experimental thrusts. My front incisors sunk deeper into the mattress.

I was rethinking my idea right

then. I know this wasn't causing any problem for him, because he was grunting

like a pig with each grind of his hips. So with a sudden resolve, I relaxed as

best as I was able and gripped the sheets tightly, ready to ride out this storm

for as long as it took.

That was all I needed to do. As I

relaxed, the feeling inside me went from nearly unbearable to moderately

comfortable. I mean, that's where I went t the bathroom and all, so it wasn't

like something moving around back there was all that uncommon.  It had just caught me off guard. Charlie was

pumping away with total abandon and I don't think he was even considering how I

was holding up. I could almost seeing him in my mind's eye; eyes closed, heart

racing, his grip (which was very very real) threatening to leave permanent

bruises in its wake.

I concentrated on the feeling of

his engorged cock in my ass, trying hard to single out those things that felt

good.  Part of my problem was that I

wasn't prepared for this. I wanted to cry out in an effort to help me deal with

it, but I knew damn well that would get us both into some serious trouble.

Since I was the one who had started this, I had to keep quiet until it was

over.

I felt Charlie change the position

of his paws, reaching farther around my midsection to my crotch. I had no idea

what he was doing, and even less of one as to if there was a purpose to his

actions. But apparently his magazine (or plural, as I found out later he had

several) had things in it that schoolbooks would have gotten banned over. His

fingers found my front hole, and I could tell from his questing digits that I

was very wet there.

He slipped in, hunching over a

little to reach a little easier my furry lips and the slit they embanked. His

fingertip rubbed something that sent fire through my veins. The strange thing

was, while it made me tighten up, right down to my puckered tailhole, instead

of making me yelp, I nearly melted into a puddle on the floor.

As he worked into my front hole

ever deeper, I sort of just collapsed against the bed. If it weren't for his

constant thrusting, I would have slid down to the floor. All the while I could

hear him whispering over and over "yeah,

yeah, oh yeah..." My voice had seemingly forgotten how to work, but I was

right there with him. This was finally turning out like I had hoped.

I can't say how long this went on,

but it was over too soon. I had finally gotten a little strength back in my

arms and was clutching the sheets again, my knees getting bruised from his

weight pressing me down and from his ramming me repeatedly against the bed.

Thankfully it was an old house and a heavy bed or the noise from that alone

would have alerted our foster parents downstairs.

Charlie had been doing a pretty

fast clip all along, a trait us lagomorphs are known for, but when he kicked it

up a few notches I was left there with my mouth agape. I thought he was just

trying to be a showoff. He sure as hell didn't need to do it for me. I nearly

took a bite out of the mattress as he pounded away with what I could only think

of at the time as being a vindictive attack. I had no idea how out of his head

he was. 

I guess that was because I was

nearly out of mine at the time too.

When he came inside of me, I could

tell immediately. It felt like he was pumping me full of his hot cum, which was

in fact what he was doing. In my befuddled brain I half wondered how he still

had anything more to give. Like I said, I had a lot to learn about this thing

they called sex.

As his thrusting subsided, his grip

relaxed and I felt myself sliding to the floor. His strong paws grabbed me

under the armpits.

"Whoa. Careful sis."

I finally found my tongue.

"I can't hold on. I think you broke

me." I said it with a touch of humor which I hoped he got.

"Broke you in you mean."

"Sure. Whatever."

As it was, he was still inside and

my ass was clenching and relaxing in synchronized time. Like I said, I had no

idea what an orgasm was, and I found out a long time after that that at my age

I shouldn't have even been capable of one. Shows what the experts knew.

He hoisted me up back into my

original position and pressed his own body against me to hold me in place. He

was murmuring something to himself, all the while stroking my back and gently

pulling on my ears.

Then, when he seemed satisfied with

something that was beyond me, he pulled out with a splurt. I could feel a tiny

stream of liquid coming from my bottom. I half expected Charlie to hoist me on

the bed or lower me to the floor, but instead he did something I guess I should

have been better prepared for.

In one swift movement he penetrated

my other hole. Like with my butt, my front wasn't prepared for something as

large as he had to offer and this time I did yell out in pain. His paws clamped

down over my mouth as he whispered harshly in my ear.

"Shhhhhhhh! You don't want us to

get caught do you?"

I bit my tongue against the pain in

my pelvis as his paw dug into my face. I knew he wasn't being mean, but I

wasn't too happy with him just then. It's funny looking back on the moment from

a more jaded perspective. At the time I thought the whole thing to be a

terrible betrayal, and now it's just how we do it. But back then I found the

whole thing to be off-putting.

He was pressing against my backside

and holding my mouth closed as he ground his hips into me. It felt like someone

was ramming a billy club between my legs. When I described that feeling to him

the next morning, he laughed and told me to refer to his cock as a "night

stick" instead. I can chuckle about that now, but I was still pretty sore about

it then. And by sore, I mean both emotionally and physically. Walking didn't

come easy that next day.

Anyway, he didn't seem to care

about the distress I might be feeling. I understand that now, for what he was

getting out of this and what I was were two different things. He was pushing in

hard and deep with each thrust until he was pressing against something on my

insides. I had no idea what, though I figured it out soon enough.  I'm sure you all know, but I'll tell you

anyways.

It was my womb.

I wasn't concerned about getting

pregnant or anything then, though we are very careful now. It didn't even cross

my mind until later on. As it was, he was knocking so hard on my cervix and I

could feel the sensation all the way up my spine. My insides were churning as

he pummeled me until I had to cry out again. Thankfully, for our safety, he had

never let go of my mouth.

All that came out was a muffled

gurgle.

I had to endure his pounding for

what seemed like forever. But as time went on, I grew used to the feeling

inside me, and though it wasn't as enjoyable as having my ass reamed, I was

growing accustomed to it. Now days, it's great, but that first time was not one

of my better experiences.

It certainly was for Charlie. After

all that time with nothing but magazines, he was draining every last reserve he

had in him. And trust me, he had a lot. At the time I thought he was trying to

kill me; well no. I knew better even then, though I was really naïve and

completely out of my element when it came to what we were doing. it was a hard

lesson but well learned.

A very hard lesson. Get it?

By the time he came again I was unconscious.

At some point I passed out from the discomfort of having my virgin hole ripped

open for the very first time. When I came to, we were in bed and I could hear

our foster mom asking if everything was alright. The lights were still out and

Charlie was snuggled in next to me answering her. I don't recall what he said,

but it must have satisfied her question.

His paw was still cautiously placed

over my mouth and I had the dim sense not to try opening it until she left.

When the light in the hallway was flipped off, his paw relaxed.

"Sis?"

"Yeah."

"Sorry."

I had no idea what he was talking

about.

"What for?"

"Making you scream."

"Did I? I don't remember."

He was stroking my fur with a

surprisingly gentle touch.

"Yeah. I got carried away. I didn't

know if you'll ever be up for doing this again and figured I'd take my chances

now on doing you up good."

"Doing me up good? You just wanted

to have the satisfaction of knowing you screwed a girl."

"Not just a girl Marcie...my sister.

You totally rock!"

I lay there contemplating what he

was saying. I felt like I should be mad at him, but the fact was I had this

feeling of elation, coupled with that warm afterglow you got with having sex.

Suddenly all of the pain was nothing more than a distant memory. I felt a heat

light me up on the inside and I burrowed back against him.

"I love you Charlie."

"Love you to sis. Can we do it again?"

My recent experience hadn't faded

that much!

"Yes, but not anymore tonight."

"Yeah, I get that. I was probably a

little hard on you."

"Hard on me? On me wasn't anything

compared to what was in me! You rearranged my insides!"

He chuckled a little and pulled me

close. We cuddled and fell asleep in no time. In the morning I was in the

shower for twice the normal time, in part to get cleaned up and in part because

the hot water felt good on my abused body parts. I rinsed off my backside until

we nearly ran out of hot water, but when I came down to the breakfast table, I

was clean and sparkling and happy as could be.

Charlie and I never discussed our

newfound activities with anyone, knowing full well the problems that would

arise if the wrong people found out. And by the wrong people I meant any and

everyone.

We did it a lot at that house,

because it was so easy to do. Once he had gotten me broken in for real, it was

all super great. I mean, the first few times were a little rough until I got

used to being rammed like I was nothing more than cock-fodder. Charlie

eventually realized I was there too, which may sound a little stupid, but I

think he was really into what he was doing and not who he was doing; if that

makes sense. Once he got the idea that I was trying to get something out of

this too, his methods and his abilities improved.

That was a few years ago. He

graduated with top honors from our local school and got a job with a company

that was giving him training in computers. He got an apartment and went to

court to get custody of me. Surprisingly, it went off without a hitch. Since he

had a good job and was my only relation willing to look after me, they signed

off and that was that.

Of course, there were a few things.

The case worker still looked in on me, but as I kept good grades and never got

into trouble, even those visits dwindled to nothing. So for all intents and

purposes we were on our own. And it was so great! I mean, I still miss our

parents and all of that, but I know nothing will ever bring them back. So that

leaves me with Charlie, and that leaves him with me. And I think we make a

pretty damn good go of it.

Which I think can bring us back to

this morning.

I can't compare Charlie to other

guys, having had nor wanted anyone else in bed. But he had turned into a pretty

good lover, and when he ever moved on and got a real girlfriend, she was going

to find out he was pretty nimble with his fingers and pretty sizable in the midriff

region. That is to say, he is well endowed.  Therefore, when he wants to have a little fun,

I'm not against it.

Even at three in the morning.

Charlie moved on top and leaned

down to kiss my forehead.

"You're great, you know that?"

"Yes I do." I said proudly. I was

old enough now to hear the stories from both genders concerning their

opposites, and I sort of understood that my availability and my willingness

were beyond the norm. So was our kinship, but that was outside the norm so that

didn't really count in this equation.

I drew my knees up as he pushed

forward. We met and his cock slipped in with practiced ease. I hadn't kept

track of how times we had made love, but it was well over a thousand, sometimes

up to five times in a day. My Phys-Ed teacher often commented on my svelte

figure and well toned body. There was a reason for that. It was difficult to

not be firm and trim when you burned off as many calories as I did.

Charlie settled down against me and

then flipped the two of us over. I complained just a little.

"You mean you expect me to do all of

the work too?"

"For a little while. You know how

to get yourself off better than I do, so I figure you get off first, then I'll

do the same and then I'll let you sleep."

Fat chance of that happening! Oh

well, what was the harm? I sat up and positioned myself for optimal grinding.

He was right about this position; I could really get off since I could move and

wiggle in the manner that best pleased me. It also allowed him to play with my

budding breasts, which were making a fine show of themselves upon my furry

chest. I found that the older I was getting, the more sensitive they became.

When Charlie wasn't around I often was content with playing with myself. There

were perks to that as well.

I rode him hard and fast, knowing

that he was likely to take his time once I was satiated. I too liked to make it

last, but since it was very early (or late depending on your point of view)I

knew I really did need to get at least a little rest. I was soon nothing more

than a blur of fur and hormones as I rocked his world and my crotch for all I

was worth. I suppose my enthusiasm only egged him on, but what was a girl

supposed to do? I loved my brother and he had gone out of his way to make sure

we stuck together.

He was worth the loss of an hour-or-so's

sleep.

It didn't take me too long to cum.

After all, I had plenty of practice, and if I needed to get off quickly, like I

sometimes did at school, I could do it fairly discreetly. But at least here at

the apartment, I could do it with a little more noise than I allowed myself

anywhere else.

Charlie bucked his hips in time to

mine, adding to my pleasure and lifting me up even higher; figuratively,

physically and emotionally.  He had

really turned out to be a great brother...and an even better lover. I knew it was

going to be difficult for the two of us to move on when the time came; if the

time ever came where we could pull ourselves apart long enough to find

appropriate partners.

I fell against his chest, both of

our sets of lungs pumping like a bellows in a blacksmithing shop. I would have

been content to lie there just like that, falling asleep right on top of him

but it was his turn now. Not that I minded; it was just that I was really tuckered

out now.

He grabbed my butt and pulled

forward, yanking me off of his cock and making me groan and sigh at the sudden

vacancy. In the next breath I was over on the mattress facedown. I shivered a

little, knowing full well what he meant to do. I was going to be exhausted in

the morning that was for certain. I gripped the sheets as the tip of his cock

glided into my ass without the slightest obstruction or objection from me. He

knew I still couldn't resist the backdoor.

The problem was, I was still teetering

on the edge of the sexual energy that my first orgasm had produced. In about

ten seconds I was at it again. Charlie liked that. My ass would clamp down on

his cock like an iron fist. And it would let up until he was done and withdrawn

from there. So I was in for a long ride!

I know that anal sex is supposed to

be weird and all, but if it is, then I'm all against normality. I mean, well...

The front is fine but the rear is dear. 

It never gets old for me. So what can I say? I like being all dirty and

naughty.

Charlie does too. Again, whenever

he gets a girlfriend, they're going to be in for a big surprise the first time

they roll over and he sticks that cock of his into their poopchute. I doubt he'll

ever find one as willing as I am, nor one who actually looks forward to it. In

my imagination I can almost hear them scream. Funny how that thought sets off

my libido even more. I wonder if he would ever let me watch him do someone

else?

I guess that will come up when it

comes up, if it ever comes up..

In the meantime, I'm clutching the

sheets and screaming for all I'm worth. Thankfully, the place we live in is old,

with thick walls and half-deaf neighbors; otherwise the cops would get called

every other night. Charlie ignores my noises now, as he has for a long time. He

knows I'm not in pain. Well, maybe I am and I like it, I don't really know for

certain at this point, nor do I care. It feels good and I love it. He can do it

to me as often as he likes.

So here I am once again, laying

under him, his cock ramming me for all he's worth. I mean, the whole damn bed

is shaking back and forth, that's how much gusto he's putting into it. I

finally stuff my face into the mattress to suppress my cries. We haven't been

found out yet, and I don't want this time to be any different.

He finally came in a spray of hot

fluid that I could feel inside me. As per our usual agreement, he settled down

on top of me and lay there until his cock deflated to its normal consistency,

which only barely defines his flaccid state. Some days his erection wins out in

that contest, for there are times when he is completely uncontrollable. I particularly

like those days.

Before his cock lost all its rigidity

he rolled us over on our side, leaving us spooned in the most intimate of positions.

When I woke a few hours later for school, his cock was still snuggly inside of

me. Despite the temptation to do something about that, I closed my eyes, pulled

away and went to the bathroom. I could hear him groan as I did so, but we both

knew there was a time and a place for that kind of activity. Right now other

duties called and couldn't easily be

ignored.

Which is why I wasn't startled when

I was joined by him in the shower.  I

knew what he wanted. It was always what he wanted. He was impossible to ignore.

"Wash it off first!" I growled, countering

the words with a smile. "I know where it's been!"

Good old Charlie. Nothing like

having a breakfast before having your breakfast.

I got down on my knees and did what

I had come to be so good at.

Charlie had it good.

And so did I.

I never wanted it to end.

 Some day it would, but it was not this day..