Raccoon's Tail - How could you?
#2 of Raccoon's Tail
Hey look! There's more!! Teehee, sorry, been a busy busy monkey of late. Anyway, the saga of Kent and Sorscha continues. And yes, there is more. Let me know what you think and if you would like to see more!
Sorscha jumped, pulling her fingers free and moved for her blanket. Kent stepped forward, holding a paw out, shaking his head.
"Sorscha, it's ok." He smiled, closing the space between them quickly. "You are so beautiful." He whispered, placing his paw on her belly. Sorscha shivered.
"You shouldn't be in here." She whispered back. Kent kissed her belly, and she sucked in a breath. "What are you doing?" Sorscha stuttered as her brother swirled his tongue around her belly button.
"Shhh," he replied as he trailed kisses down her body, randomly running his tongue through her fur. "Everything will be alright. Trust me." He spoke as he nuzzled his nose between her thighs, sniffing, smelling her heat.
Kent flicked his tongue out, lapping at her juices already on her lips. Sorscha sucked in a quick breath, letting it out in a moan. She shivered. This was wrong. Kent was her brother. She shook her head.
"Kent, stop." Sorscha whispered. He responded with another hungry lap at her sex, his tongue flicking across her clit and she moaned. Suddenly his maw was gone, and she felt him shifting on the bed. Sorscha looked up at him, positioning himself between her knees.
"Kent, no." She shook her head. He ignored her.
"I love you, Sorscha." Kent spoke, looking into her eyes as he pressed his erection against her sex and she cried out. Kent shuddered as he buried himself to the hilt inside her, groaning. "You are so tight." He hissed softly, then leaned down, placing his paws beside her head.
Sorscha closed her eyes, rolling her head to the side. She felt a tear drip from her eye. This was wrong. Her brother shouldn't be making her feel so good and so dirty at the same time. Her first time having sex should be with her mate on their wedding night, not with her brother.
Kent began to move. His strokes were slow and deliberate, and Sorscha moaned. It felt so good to have him inside her, satisfying a need that strong. Her brother smiled and nudged her face with his nose. She moved, obligingly and Kent crushed his lips down onto hers, running his tongue over her lips, willing them apart.
Sorscha opened her lips and she felt her brothers tongue slip into her mouth. The feeling was dirty and wild and wonderful all at the same time. He ran his tongue over hers, which responded in kind. Kent moaned into her mouth and his thrusts became faster and harder.
Her body was a confused cluster. She knew it was wrong, but it felt so good. Sorscha moaned. She felt like she was going to explode, her orgasm building as her brother thrust into her harder and faster.
"Cum for me Sorscha." Kent growled in her ear and her body responded. She exploded around him, her orgasm sending away her doubts.
Kent kissed her again, his speed increasing. Sorscha felt his body tense, then his lips released hers/. He howled out her name as she felt his release, his seed shooting into her. Kent collapsed onto her, kissing her shoulder and neck. His shaft twitched randomly as his orgasm finished, and he began to pant. Sorscha felt a wave of disgust wash over her.
"Kent?" She spoke softly, and he sat up to look at her. "Why did you do this?" Her voice was strangled and he frowned.
"Because I love you, Sorscha." He answered, confused.
"I know that, but you are my brother." She whispered.
"I don't think you understand." He kneeled up, pulling out of her. "I love you. Not as a sister. I love you as a mate. I want you for my mate." Shorsha's stomach flip-flopped.
"Kent," She sat up slowly. He looked at her.
"Sorscha don't." He held up a paw. "You are perfect. Your black hair, your mask, your fail rings, even your breasts. You are what I want." His eyes were on fire, his love and lust for her burning bright.
"How can you say that?" Sorscha whispered pulling her blankets up over her body. "I'm your sister. You shouldn't see me that way." Kent shifted on her bed, catching her head in his paw, and pressing his lips to hers again.
Sorscha melted. How was it that her brother could make her feel this way? She pressed forward into his kiss, moaning softly. Was her heart pounding because of the taboo of kissing her brother? Or was she in love with him as he loved her? She shifted again, up onto her knees. Kent pulled away.
"You can't tell me you don't feel it." He whispered. "We belong together. You are my mate, and I am yours."
"I don't know what I feel." Sorscha looked away. Her brother had just essentially raped her. Maybe she did love him. She was going to have to sort things out, and she didn't have anyone she could talk to about it.
"Why are you trembling?" Kent placed a paw on her cheek. Sorscha turned away. "Sorscha, don't you love me?"
"I do love you," She whispered, still not looking at him. "But I don't know if I love you the way you love me." She sat back, still avoiding his eyes. Kent hung his head.
"You simply need time." He ran his paw over her face, standing. "I'm going to shower. You want some breakfast?" Sorscha shook her head. Kent took one more look at her and left the room. As the door closed, Sorscha burst into tears.