{"sf1_id":956035,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Down the Rabbit Hole","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":7155,"posted_at":"2016-01-18T23:50:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Brother","Couple","Cub","Female","Fingering","First Time","Incest","Lagomorph","Loli","M/F","Male","Oral","Rabbit","Secret Love","Sex","Sister","Teen","Underage","Vaginal","brother and sister","siblings"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/956035-down-the-rabbit-hole","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/956035","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=956035\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#41 of Miscellany\n\nNot bad for a day's work I think. Opinions?","content":"\nAs I reluctantly left slumber-land\nto be roused to a darkened room, I could feel fingers running up and down the\nfur on my back, just skimming over my spine. I knew what it meant and was both\ntempted and yet displeased with this unprovoked action. I grumbled a little and\nturned to the source of those questing digits.       \n\"Charlie! I have a test in the\nmorning!\"\n\"I know you do. You've been\nstudying for days. You'll do fine. In my opinion you need a little something to\nhelp you relax.\"\n\"I was relaxing you moron! I was asleep!\"\nCharlie wasn't one to take no for\nan answer and neither was I, but that didn't mean I couldn't make him work for\nit. He was rakishly handsome and when he turned on his charms, there wasn't\nanything a girl like me could do against them. But despite this, I often did my\nbest to make him beg, at least a tiny bit. I thought it was good for him to\nhave to work a little for what he wanted. I didn't want him to start taking me\nfor granted.\n\"Sleep is for wimps!\"\n\"Name calling will get you nowhere,\nyou big jerk,\" I countered blearily.\n\"Yeah I know. I can't help it. I\ncan't sleep and I need the edge taken off.\"\nBy that, he meant that he needed to\nhave his brains fucked out so that his hormone level would temporarily diminish\nto more acceptable levels. It was hell being a nineteen year old male. He\nreally needed to get himself a girlfriend, but as long as I was around, I\ndoubted very much that was going to happen.\nI rolled over and assumed the\nposition. I'm not saying that I was into it at that exact moment, but I could\nsympathize with my big brother. I only hoped he didn't take too long. I really\ndid have a test at school in the morning and I wanted to be well rested before\ntaking it. \nHe rolled over on top of me,\nsupporting his greater weight upon his strong arms. I wasn't a baby, but being\nsix years younger than him meant I was considerably shorter, lighter and a hell\nof a lot fluffier. Never mistake fluff for fat in a bunny. Take away the fur\nand we're pretty slender. That's speaking only for myself of course.\nI remembered the first time we did\nthis. It wasn't all the long ago, relatively speaking, but sometimes it seems\nlike ages. However I guess I should fill you in on a few things first,\notherwise none of this will make any sense.\nWe're orphans, Charlie and me. Mom\nand dad were killed in an accident three and a half years ago. From then on\nlife was a little slice of hell. We had no relatives, leastwise any that would\ntake us in, so we were bounced from foster home to foster home. Most of the\ntime they kept us together, but once in a while we got separated from each\nother.\nThose were by far the worst of ours\ntimes.\nThe one time we got reunited after\na month or so of living apart and all I wanted to do was hug him until my arms\ngave out. I wouldn't let him out of my sight that first day. We were then living\nwith a nice couple who only had one room for the two of us, but I was alright\nwith that. I would sleep on the floor just to be with Charlie once again!\nOf course, he would have none of\nthat. When bedtime came, he moved over to the far edge to make as much room for\nme as was possible on that little mattress. I turned on my side to make room\nfor him, and we went to sleep spooning each other. It was awesome!\nOf course, up to this point I\nhadn't learned anything about the way of boys with girls; you know -mommy and\ndaddy stuff.\nSex.\nI knew boys and girls were\ndifferent, but not precisely how different. I thought boys were yucky, except\nfor Charlie. But then, he wasn't a boy to me. He was my big brother. That made\nit different.\nAs it was, I woke up in the dead of\nnight to a strange sensation. I was wearing just a very long t-shirt as a\nnightgown, and it had ridden up some during the wee hours of the morning. That\nwasn't so weird. It happened a lot really. But there was something rubbing the\ncrack under my tail, tickling my butt in a funky but pleasant way.\nAs I gained consciousness, I came\nto the realization that it had to do with something my brother was doing. He was\nafter all the only other person in the room. I held still as I tried to figure\nout what it was all about.  Whatever was\nback there, it was hard and warm.\nNot long after that, the speed\nincreased and I could tell Charlie was moving his hips faster and faster. Then\nall at once he grunted and I could feel a hot sticky fluid splash my tail and\nmy butt.\nBy then I had a general idea of\nwhat was going on, but I was paralyzed with fear that if I moved or said\nanything he'd be angry with me. So I remained motionless, mortified of what had\njust happened. I lay there wide awake for the longest time, but nothing more\nhappened. Charlie just went back to snoring away. \nI eventually drifted off to\ndreamland again, still musing over what had happened. I was a smart kid, so I\nmade up my mind to grab a book or two that might help shed some light on this\nwhole sexuality thing. Up to this point I hadn't been all that interested, but\nmy curiosity now knew no bounds. I had heard this and that from the other girls\nat school, but I doubted any of them had ever had the experience I just had!\nIn the morning Charlie made no\nsuggestion that he even remembered last night. He must have done it all in his\nsleep. I got to the bathroom first and showered. My tail was stiff with his\ndried fluids and it took me a good five minutes to get it scrubbed out. But as\nI worked to clean it, I allowed my fingers to caress my tailhole. The soft pink\nflesh there was always erotically reactive to the touch and it was now just a\nbit raw from all the rubbing it had received. He hadn't penetrated it, but the\nvigorous humping from the night before had overly sensitized it. After only a\nfew moments of private playing I started to shake and nearly passed out in the\nshower. It was the first time I had come close to having an orgasm though I had\nno idea what it was at the time.\nBreakfast went by fast, and after\nthat it was off to school. Once we were there, he to his grade and me to mine,\nI was pensively anxious right up until I could get into the library. I was\npretty sure they wouldn't have anything particularly useful on lagomorph anatomy,\nbut I did find one book that had at least the basics.\nImagine my surprise when I learned\nthat the other hole, the one a little farther up from my butt was the one that\nbabies came out of. And his thingy, called a penis, was supposed to go there.\nThere weren't a lot of specifics in the book, but it was enough to get my\nimagination going. I figured two holes meant twice the fun!\nAfter school let out I was in a complete,\ndistracted daze on the bus ride home. I was so intrigued by what I had read\nthat I wanted to see if I could talk Charlie into trying something for real. I\nwasn't sure how he'd react, especially if I told him about the previous night's\nadventure - something that he had somehow totally slept through.\nI sat through our supper staring at\nhim, but every time he looked my way I turned my head and stared at my plate. I\nwas probably making a minor spectacle of myself, but I didn't want him asking\nme anything while we were at the table. Knowing my propensity for honesty I'd\nlikely say something completely awkward.  Discussing this in private was probably going\nto be alright, but in the presence of people we didn't really know would be\ntotally weird.\nI did my homework in record time,\neven double checking it to make sure it was all done correctly. Despite all of\nthe hassles and the constant disruptions in our lives, both of us had been\ndoing well in our classes. I wasn't about to let that slip now, not even for\nwhat I had in mind for Charlie and I. If nothing else, it might give me an educated\nedge on my science studies.\nWhen it was time for bed, I dallied\nuntil he was tucked snuggly under the covers.\n\"Hey sis, are you planning on\nstaying up all night?\"\n\"That depends on you.\"\n\"Me? What did I do; snore so loud I\nkept you up?\"\n\"Something like that.\"\nHe looked at me like I had gone a\nlittle crazy. I mean, we both knew he snored, but it wasn't so bad. Neither was\ngetting hit in the face with a random ear time and again and having whiskers tickling\nthe back of your neck. That was something we both suffered through. What had\nhappened last night had changed our sibling dynamic in a most non-normative way,\neven if he wasn't aware of it yet.\n\"Serious sis, what's up?\"\n\"I don't know. You maybe?\"\nHe scratched his head in bewilderment.\n\"What's that supposed to mean?\"\nI said nothing more, merely left\nfor the bathroom where I changed into a nightshirt. It was a good thing I had\nseveral. I was hoping our present \"mother\" wouldn't notice the stain and ask\nquestions. I wasn't going to have an answer she was going to want to hear. I\nhadn't managed to have my panties soiled for the simple fact that I never wore\nany to bed. And after last night, I had no plans for changing that habit any\ntime soon.\nI came back into the bedroom, my\neyes stuck on Charlie. He could see me watching him, and I think he got a\nlittle unnerved.\n\"Marcie, what the hell is up with\nyou?\"\n\"It's not what's up with me big\nbrother. It's what's up with you!\"\n\"Huh?\"\nI climbed into bed and shoved over\nnext to him. I wiggled my cute ass against his front. \"I think I met something\nof yours last night that wasn't supposed to show itself. I believe a formal\nintroduction is in order if we're going to be sleeping so close together from\nnow on.\"\nCharlie looked totally flummoxed.\n\"What the hell are you talking about?\"\nI reached behind me and grabbed his\nfront. \"This thing of yours got a little friendly last night. The sad thing\nwas, you were so sound asleep that you never even knew it!\"\nI could see him get that look he\ngot whenever he was in trouble. \"Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh...\"\n\"Sheesh! Relax! I was scared at\nfirst but after it was over, it just made me super curious about it.\"\n\"After it was over?\"\n\"Yeah, just what I said. You were\nall hot and hard, then you shot you stuff all over my tail.\"\nHe looked horrified. I mean, I had\nto turn my head to look at him, and when I did, he looked like he had done\nsomething dreadful. He tried to stutter an apology out, but was completely\ntongue tied. I took that moment to slip out of my shirt and turn over to face\nhim.\n\"Listen up stupid. I'm not mad. I'm\nnot angry. In fact, I'd like to get to know you a little better.\"\n\"But I'm your brother!\"\n\"And I'm your sister. Now that those\nintroductions are done, what say we get something going?\"\nI was half prepared to grab his\nfront once again, but I felt that was being a little forward of me. I knew\nenough about dating and such to know guys were supposed to be the ones who did\nall of the work. But all he did was lay there looking stunned.\n\"Marcie, I can't!\"\n\"Why not? Because I'm your sister?\"\n\"Well yeah!\"\n\"Who cares? I don't. Who's gonna\nknow besides the two of us?\"\nHe stared at me, his eyes fixed and\nhis expression unreadable. We were locked in that gaze for what seemed like an\neternity before he spoke.\n\"Did I really blow a wad on you?\"\n\"Yep. Why do you think I hit the\nshower so early?\"\n\"And you're not mad at me?\"\n\"Oh, I was a little grossed out,\nbut I got over it.\"\n\"So what do you want to do?\"\nHe had me there.\n\"I'm not sure. I have no clue at all\nthat's involved in this. I got a book, but it's pretty skimpy on the important\ndetails.\"\n\"A book. From school?\"\n\"Yep. I got it from the library.\"\nHe sat up, his face beginning to\nshow some emotion. He flipped back the sheets and climbed over me. With a queer\nlook on his face he slipped his paws under the mattress and pulled out a\nmagazine. From the appearance of the cover it was obviously a Playbunny or some\nsuch thing. I was shocked that he had managed to keep such a thing hidden\nduring all of our moves.\nHe kneeled next to the bed and\nflipped through the pages. I could see all kinds of hares and rabbits in all\nsorts of positions. I slapped my paw down on one page before he could move on.\n\"Are they doing it; you know, up\nthe butt?\"\n\"Uh, yeah.\"\n\"Can we do that?\"\n\"What...why are you asking me this?\"\n\"Because I thought it was pretty\ncool last night and I wanted to see what it was like for real. Duh stupid!\"\n\"What exactly did I do?\"\nI had to explain as best what I was\nable about what had happened. He seemed a little put off by the whole thing,\nbut I glanced at the front of his boxers and noticed something pressing against\nthe front of them. So while he was babbling away killing time, deep inside he\nwas getting into this. Following a sudden urge I grabbed the waistband and\nyanked them down, exposing his fully engorged cock.\n\"I want this inside of me!\"\n\"Marcie!\" he yelled, before\nremembering where we were. His voice dropped to a whisper. \"I've never done\nanything like this before.\"\n\"Good! Then we'll learn together.\"\n\"Are you sure?\"\n\"Pretty sure. I guess I won't know\nuntil I've tried.\"\nHe stripped off his boxers and stood\nthere, trembling slightly as I looked him over. There really wasn't a lot of\ndifference between the genders, but I was quite interested in that parts that\nseparated us from each other. His cock (I know what they call it from the\ntittering gossip at school) was long and stiff. I figured that was a necessity\nfor what it needed to do. Upon touching it I found it to be smooth and dry, one\nof those things being good and the other not so much. \n\"How do you get this inside?\"\nCharlie kind of shrugged. \"I guess\nyou just stick it in.\"\n\"Sounds a little painful. I like\nthe feeling I get when I rub my butthole, but I have to wet my finger before it\ncan go inside.\"\n\"So?\"\nI dropped down on my knees. I had\nheard talk of \"sucking off\" a guy, and the basics of it seemed pretty simple. I\nopened up and slipped over it like it was a great big carrot. It was as hard as\none, but warm and a little softer. Charlie jerked back a little before\nrelaxing. I didn't give him any warning, but the minute my lips encircled his\ncock I think he knew it was going to be fine. \nI didn't know quite what to do, so\nI just let my imagination run away with me. True, I didn't have a lot to draw\non, but I think I did well enough for the first time. I got him groaning and\nmoaning, and in no time his paws were on my head, grabbing my ears and holding\nmy head in place. I moved my one paw down to my butt and began fingering my\nhole, loosening it up for what lay ahead. I didn't know what to expect, but I\nwasn't so stupid as to not know my finger and his cock were of two totally\ndifferent sizes.\nAnd to be completely honest, I was\nreally into doing what I was presently doing. He seemed to be enjoying this as\nmuch as I was, and so I was therefore in no hurry to stop.  I was feeling all hot inside, and it helped\nthat I was experiencing a bit of excitement from doing something this naughty.\nNot only was I having sex at my age; I was having it with my own sibling! That\nwas wrong on so many levels and yet it felt so very wonderful!\nAnd speaking of feeling, I could\nsense Charlie tense up again, only this time it was a little different. His\nfingers cut into my fur right down to my skin as he pressed her pelvis against\nmy face. In the next moment he let loose with a great gush of cum down my\nthroat. \nI nearly gagged it came so\nunexpectedly. I won't even say the taste of it threw me off for it missed my\ntongue and headed straight down the chute to my stomach. But the tip of his cock\nwas pressing against the back of my throat and all the while he was humping my\nface for all he was worth.\nI finally had enough and jerked my\nhead back, a spatter of his cum hitting my face. He was gasping for air, as was\nI, but we were doing it for different reasons. I leaned back, propped up on my\nforepaws and watched him as he fell to his knees. I had the sudden thought that\nmaybe I had ruined my chances for the evening. I mean, how many times could a\nguy shoot his wad?\nI found out that at this age, it's\nseemingly limitless.\nCharlie lay there collapsed on the\nfloor for a moment, too dazed to even move. When he did, he peered up at me,\nhis face looking rapturous in the light from the streetlight outside the\nwindow.\n\"Fuck yeah! You're alright Marcie!\"\nI was wiping my face and swallowing\nat the same time. I wasn't upset with him, but the fact was, he got the better\nend of the bargain. That meant it was time for what I wanted and he had better\ndeliver.\nI got up and stood over him, my\npaws against my hips with what I hoped was a no-nonsense look on my face. I\ndoubt I looked intimidating, what with me having cum stuck in my facial fur,\nbut I did my best to look imposing.\n\"My turn!\"\nHe looked up at me in disbelief.\n\"You really want to try that?\"\n\"Yes!\"\nHe slowly stood up, went to the\nother side of the bed and came away with a small bottle of lotion. While the\nitem in itself was rather innocuous on its own, why he had it was mystery to me\nfor just a few seconds.\n\"I use this to stroke off when\nyou're not around. Haven't been able to use it as of late, with us stuck\ntogether like this in one room.\"\n\"Whatever works. I thought maybe my\nsaliva would do the job.\"\n\"Doubtful. It dries too fast. Here,\nlet me see.\"\nHe squeezed some out and put it on\nhis finger.\n\"Bend over the bed.\"\nI quickly assumed the position. He\nran his lubed finger over my ass, making a few circles before pressing his\nfinger in. I gripped the sheet and grunted. It wasn't very feminine sounding,\nbut it was what came out on its own. It was an amazing feeling that came from\nsomeone else's finger. I lifted my ass a little higher as he sunk it in all the\nway.\n\"God, Marcie, you're kind of\nfreaky.\"\nWe had flipped our relative\npositions and yet apparently the results were the same. As much as I was\nenjoying it, he was certainly getting into it as well if not more. He started\nthrusting it in an out until he couldn't take it anymore. I felt him pull his\nfinger out and grab my hips. I assumed that he was putting lotion on his cock\nand the next thing I knew I was biting the mattress to keep myself from crying\nout.\nDespite being loosened up, I wasn't\nprepared for something the size of his cock. And it wasn't just the\ncircumference but the length as well. By the time he bottomed out I thought I\nwas going to be seeing it come out my mouth. He grasped my hips and did a few\nexperimental thrusts. My front incisors sunk deeper into the mattress.\nI was rethinking my idea right\nthen. I know this wasn't causing any problem for him, because he was grunting\nlike a pig with each grind of his hips. So with a sudden resolve, I relaxed as\nbest as I was able and gripped the sheets tightly, ready to ride out this storm\nfor as long as it took. \nThat was all I needed to do. As I\nrelaxed, the feeling inside me went from nearly unbearable to moderately\ncomfortable. I mean, that's where I went t the bathroom and all, so it wasn't\nlike something moving around back there was all that uncommon.  It had just caught me off guard. Charlie was\npumping away with total abandon and I don't think he was even considering how I\nwas holding up. I could almost seeing him in my mind's eye; eyes closed, heart\nracing, his grip (which was very very real) threatening to leave permanent\nbruises in its wake.\nI concentrated on the feeling of\nhis engorged cock in my ass, trying hard to single out those things that felt\ngood.  Part of my problem was that I\nwasn't prepared for this. I wanted to cry out in an effort to help me deal with\nit, but I knew damn well that would get us both into some serious trouble.\nSince I was the one who had started this, I had to keep quiet until it was\nover.\nI felt Charlie change the position\nof his paws, reaching farther around my midsection to my crotch. I had no idea\nwhat he was doing, and even less of one as to if there was a purpose to his\nactions. But apparently his magazine (or plural, as I found out later he had\nseveral) had things in it that schoolbooks would have gotten banned over. His\nfingers found my front hole, and I could tell from his questing digits that I\nwas very wet there.\nHe slipped in, hunching over a\nlittle to reach a little easier my furry lips and the slit they embanked. His\nfingertip rubbed something that sent fire through my veins. The strange thing\nwas, while it made me tighten up, right down to my puckered tailhole, instead\nof making me yelp, I nearly melted into a puddle on the floor.\nAs he worked into my front hole\never deeper, I sort of just collapsed against the bed. If it weren't for his\nconstant thrusting, I would have slid down to the floor. All the while I could\nhear him whispering over and over \"yeah,\nyeah, oh yeah...\" My voice had seemingly forgotten how to work, but I was\nright there with him. This was finally turning out like I had hoped.\nI can't say how long this went on,\nbut it was over too soon. I had finally gotten a little strength back in my\narms and was clutching the sheets again, my knees getting bruised from his\nweight pressing me down and from his ramming me repeatedly against the bed.\nThankfully it was an old house and a heavy bed or the noise from that alone\nwould have alerted our foster parents downstairs.\nCharlie had been doing a pretty\nfast clip all along, a trait us lagomorphs are known for, but when he kicked it\nup a few notches I was left there with my mouth agape. I thought he was just\ntrying to be a showoff. He sure as hell didn't need to do it for me. I nearly\ntook a bite out of the mattress as he pounded away with what I could only think\nof at the time as being a vindictive attack. I had no idea how out of his head\nhe was.  \nI guess that was because I was\nnearly out of mine at the time too.\nWhen he came inside of me, I could\ntell immediately. It felt like he was pumping me full of his hot cum, which was\nin fact what he was doing. In my befuddled brain I half wondered how he still\nhad anything more to give. Like I said, I had a lot to learn about this thing\nthey called sex.\nAs his thrusting subsided, his grip\nrelaxed and I felt myself sliding to the floor. His strong paws grabbed me\nunder the armpits.\n\"Whoa. Careful sis.\"\nI finally found my tongue. \n\"I can't hold on. I think you broke\nme.\" I said it with a touch of humor which I hoped he got.\n\"Broke you in you mean.\"\n\"Sure. Whatever.\"\nAs it was, he was still inside and\nmy ass was clenching and relaxing in synchronized time. Like I said, I had no\nidea what an orgasm was, and I found out a long time after that that at my age\nI shouldn't have even been capable of one. Shows what the experts knew.\nHe hoisted me up back into my\noriginal position and pressed his own body against me to hold me in place. He\nwas murmuring something to himself, all the while stroking my back and gently\npulling on my ears.\nThen, when he seemed satisfied with\nsomething that was beyond me, he pulled out with a splurt. I could feel a tiny\nstream of liquid coming from my bottom. I half expected Charlie to hoist me on\nthe bed or lower me to the floor, but instead he did something I guess I should\nhave been better prepared for.\nIn one swift movement he penetrated\nmy other hole. Like with my butt, my front wasn't prepared for something as\nlarge as he had to offer and this time I did yell out in pain. His paws clamped\ndown over my mouth as he whispered harshly in my ear.\n\"Shhhhhhhh! You don't want us to\nget caught do you?\"\nI bit my tongue against the pain in\nmy pelvis as his paw dug into my face. I knew he wasn't being mean, but I\nwasn't too happy with him just then. It's funny looking back on the moment from\na more jaded perspective. At the time I thought the whole thing to be a\nterrible betrayal, and now it's just how we do it. But back then I found the\nwhole thing to be off-putting. \nHe was pressing against my backside\nand holding my mouth closed as he ground his hips into me. It felt like someone\nwas ramming a billy club between my legs. When I described that feeling to him\nthe next morning, he laughed and told me to refer to his cock as a \"night\nstick\" instead. I can chuckle about that now, but I was still pretty sore about\nit then. And by sore, I mean both emotionally and physically. Walking didn't\ncome easy that next day.\nAnyway, he didn't seem to care\nabout the distress I might be feeling. I understand that now, for what he was\ngetting out of this and what I was were two different things. He was pushing in\nhard and deep with each thrust until he was pressing against something on my\ninsides. I had no idea what, though I figured it out soon enough.  I'm sure you all know, but I'll tell you\nanyways. \nIt was my womb.\nI wasn't concerned about getting\npregnant or anything then, though we are very careful now. It didn't even cross\nmy mind until later on. As it was, he was knocking so hard on my cervix and I\ncould feel the sensation all the way up my spine. My insides were churning as\nhe pummeled me until I had to cry out again. Thankfully, for our safety, he had\nnever let go of my mouth.\nAll that came out was a muffled\ngurgle.\nI had to endure his pounding for\nwhat seemed like forever. But as time went on, I grew used to the feeling\ninside me, and though it wasn't as enjoyable as having my ass reamed, I was\ngrowing accustomed to it. Now days, it's great, but that first time was not one\nof my better experiences.\nIt certainly was for Charlie. After\nall that time with nothing but magazines, he was draining every last reserve he\nhad in him. And trust me, he had a lot. At the time I thought he was trying to\nkill me; well no. I knew better even then, though I was really naïve and\ncompletely out of my element when it came to what we were doing. it was a hard\nlesson but well learned.\nA very hard lesson. Get it?\nBy the time he came again I was unconscious.\nAt some point I passed out from the discomfort of having my virgin hole ripped\nopen for the very first time. When I came to, we were in bed and I could hear\nour foster mom asking if everything was alright. The lights were still out and\nCharlie was snuggled in next to me answering her. I don't recall what he said,\nbut it must have satisfied her question.\nHis paw was still cautiously placed\nover my mouth and I had the dim sense not to try opening it until she left.\nWhen the light in the hallway was flipped off, his paw relaxed.\n\"Sis?\"\n\"Yeah.\"\n\"Sorry.\"\nI had no idea what he was talking\nabout.\n\"What for?\"\n\"Making you scream.\"\n\"Did I? I don't remember.\"\nHe was stroking my fur with a\nsurprisingly gentle touch.\n\"Yeah. I got carried away. I didn't\nknow if you'll ever be up for doing this again and figured I'd take my chances\nnow on doing you up good.\"\n\"Doing me up good? You just wanted\nto have the satisfaction of knowing you screwed a girl.\"\n\"Not just a girl Marcie...my sister.\nYou totally rock!\"\nI lay there contemplating what he\nwas saying. I felt like I should be mad at him, but the fact was I had this\nfeeling of elation, coupled with that warm afterglow you got with having sex.\nSuddenly all of the pain was nothing more than a distant memory. I felt a heat\nlight me up on the inside and I burrowed back against him.\n\"I love you Charlie.\"\n\"Love you to sis. Can we do it again?\"\nMy recent experience hadn't faded\nthat much!\n\"Yes, but not anymore tonight.\"\n\"Yeah, I get that. I was probably a\nlittle hard on you.\"\n\"Hard on me? On me wasn't anything\ncompared to what was in me! You rearranged my insides!\"\nHe chuckled a little and pulled me\nclose. We cuddled and fell asleep in no time. In the morning I was in the\nshower for twice the normal time, in part to get cleaned up and in part because\nthe hot water felt good on my abused body parts. I rinsed off my backside until\nwe nearly ran out of hot water, but when I came down to the breakfast table, I\nwas clean and sparkling and happy as could be.\nCharlie and I never discussed our\nnewfound activities with anyone, knowing full well the problems that would\narise if the wrong people found out. And by the wrong people I meant any and\neveryone. \nWe did it a lot at that house,\nbecause it was so easy to do. Once he had gotten me broken in for real, it was\nall super great. I mean, the first few times were a little rough until I got\nused to being rammed like I was nothing more than cock-fodder. Charlie\neventually realized I was there too, which may sound a little stupid, but I\nthink he was really into what he was doing and not who he was doing; if that\nmakes sense. Once he got the idea that I was trying to get something out of\nthis too, his methods and his abilities improved.\nThat was a few years ago. He\ngraduated with top honors from our local school and got a job with a company\nthat was giving him training in computers. He got an apartment and went to\ncourt to get custody of me. Surprisingly, it went off without a hitch. Since he\nhad a good job and was my only relation willing to look after me, they signed\noff and that was that.\nOf course, there were a few things.\nThe case worker still looked in on me, but as I kept good grades and never got\ninto trouble, even those visits dwindled to nothing. So for all intents and\npurposes we were on our own. And it was so great! I mean, I still miss our\nparents and all of that, but I know nothing will ever bring them back. So that\nleaves me with Charlie, and that leaves him with me. And I think we make a\npretty damn good go of it.\nWhich I think can bring us back to\nthis morning.\nI can't compare Charlie to other\nguys, having had nor wanted anyone else in bed. But he had turned into a pretty\ngood lover, and when he ever moved on and got a real girlfriend, she was going\nto find out he was pretty nimble with his fingers and pretty sizable in the midriff\nregion. That is to say, he is well endowed.  Therefore, when he wants to have a little fun,\nI'm not against it. \nEven at three in the morning.\nCharlie moved on top and leaned\ndown to kiss my forehead.\n\"You're great, you know that?\"\n\"Yes I do.\" I said proudly. I was\nold enough now to hear the stories from both genders concerning their\nopposites, and I sort of understood that my availability and my willingness\nwere beyond the norm. So was our kinship, but that was outside the norm so that\ndidn't really count in this equation.\nI drew my knees up as he pushed\nforward. We met and his cock slipped in with practiced ease. I hadn't kept\ntrack of how times we had made love, but it was well over a thousand, sometimes\nup to five times in a day. My Phys-Ed teacher often commented on my svelte\nfigure and well toned body. There was a reason for that. It was difficult to\nnot be firm and trim when you burned off as many calories as I did.\nCharlie settled down against me and\nthen flipped the two of us over. I complained just a little.\n\"You mean you expect me to do all of\nthe work too?\"\n\"For a little while. You know how\nto get yourself off better than I do, so I figure you get off first, then I'll\ndo the same and then I'll let you sleep.\"\nFat chance of that happening! Oh\nwell, what was the harm? I sat up and positioned myself for optimal grinding.\nHe was right about this position; I could really get off since I could move and\nwiggle in the manner that best pleased me. It also allowed him to play with my\nbudding breasts, which were making a fine show of themselves upon my furry\nchest. I found that the older I was getting, the more sensitive they became.\nWhen Charlie wasn't around I often was content with playing with myself. There\nwere perks to that as well.\nI rode him hard and fast, knowing\nthat he was likely to take his time once I was satiated. I too liked to make it\nlast, but since it was very early (or late depending on your point of view)I\nknew I really did need to get at least a little rest. I was soon nothing more\nthan a blur of fur and hormones as I rocked his world and my crotch for all I\nwas worth. I suppose my enthusiasm only egged him on, but what was a girl\nsupposed to do? I loved my brother and he had gone out of his way to make sure\nwe stuck together.\nHe was worth the loss of an hour-or-so's\nsleep. \nIt didn't take me too long to cum.\nAfter all, I had plenty of practice, and if I needed to get off quickly, like I\nsometimes did at school, I could do it fairly discreetly. But at least here at\nthe apartment, I could do it with a little more noise than I allowed myself\nanywhere else.\nCharlie bucked his hips in time to\nmine, adding to my pleasure and lifting me up even higher; figuratively,\nphysically and emotionally.  He had\nreally turned out to be a great brother...and an even better lover. I knew it was\ngoing to be difficult for the two of us to move on when the time came; if the\ntime ever came where we could pull ourselves apart long enough to find\nappropriate partners.\nI fell against his chest, both of\nour sets of lungs pumping like a bellows in a blacksmithing shop. I would have\nbeen content to lie there just like that, falling asleep right on top of him\nbut it was his turn now. Not that I minded; it was just that I was really tuckered\nout now.\nHe grabbed my butt and pulled\nforward, yanking me off of his cock and making me groan and sigh at the sudden\nvacancy. In the next breath I was over on the mattress facedown. I shivered a\nlittle, knowing full well what he meant to do. I was going to be exhausted in\nthe morning that was for certain. I gripped the sheets as the tip of his cock\nglided into my ass without the slightest obstruction or objection from me. He\nknew I still couldn't resist the backdoor. \nThe problem was, I was still teetering\non the edge of the sexual energy that my first orgasm had produced. In about\nten seconds I was at it again. Charlie liked that. My ass would clamp down on\nhis cock like an iron fist. And it would let up until he was done and withdrawn\nfrom there. So I was in for a long ride!\nI know that anal sex is supposed to\nbe weird and all, but if it is, then I'm all against normality. I mean, well...\nThe front is fine but the rear is dear. \nIt never gets old for me. So what can I say? I like being all dirty and\nnaughty.\nCharlie does too. Again, whenever\nhe gets a girlfriend, they're going to be in for a big surprise the first time\nthey roll over and he sticks that cock of his into their poopchute. I doubt he'll\never find one as willing as I am, nor one who actually looks forward to it. In\nmy imagination I can almost hear them scream. Funny how that thought sets off\nmy libido even more. I wonder if he would ever let me watch him do someone\nelse?\nI guess that will come up when it\ncomes up, if it ever comes up..\nIn the meantime, I'm clutching the\nsheets and screaming for all I'm worth. Thankfully, the place we live in is old,\nwith thick walls and half-deaf neighbors; otherwise the cops would get called\nevery other night. Charlie ignores my noises now, as he has for a long time. He\nknows I'm not in pain. Well, maybe I am and I like it, I don't really know for\ncertain at this point, nor do I care. It feels good and I love it. He can do it\nto me as often as he likes.\nSo here I am once again, laying\nunder him, his cock ramming me for all he's worth. I mean, the whole damn bed\nis shaking back and forth, that's how much gusto he's putting into it. I\nfinally stuff my face into the mattress to suppress my cries. We haven't been\nfound out yet, and I don't want this time to be any different.\nHe finally came in a spray of hot\nfluid that I could feel inside me. As per our usual agreement, he settled down\non top of me and lay there until his cock deflated to its normal consistency,\nwhich only barely defines his flaccid state. Some days his erection wins out in\nthat contest, for there are times when he is completely uncontrollable. I particularly\nlike those days.\nBefore his cock lost all its rigidity\nhe rolled us over on our side, leaving us spooned in the most intimate of positions.\nWhen I woke a few hours later for school, his cock was still snuggly inside of\nme. Despite the temptation to do something about that, I closed my eyes, pulled\naway and went to the bathroom. I could hear him groan as I did so, but we both\nknew there was a time and a place for that kind of activity. Right now other\nduties called and couldn't easily be\nignored.\nWhich is why I wasn't startled when\nI was joined by him in the shower.  I\nknew what he wanted. It was always what he wanted. He was impossible to ignore.\n\"Wash it off first!\" I growled, countering\nthe words with a smile. \"I know where it's been!\"\nGood old Charlie. Nothing like\nhaving a breakfast before having your breakfast.\nI got down on my knees and did what\nI had come to be so good at.\nCharlie had it good.\nAnd so did I.\nI never wanted it to end.\n Some day it would, but it was not this day.. \n"}