Moving In
Author's note: This story is a product of my new writing method. It's simple really. I completely skip the rough draft/pen and paper stage, and just write on the computer. I think it came out pretty well, all things considering...
This is also my first incest story, so it may be a little rough in that department. Then again, what is incest (consentual, anyway) that is simply love?
Well, if you want to know what ELSE is running through my head, feel free to send me an e-mail: [email protected], and I'll add you to my mailing list! And now, the disclaimer.
WARNING: This story contains incest. Icky, icky incest between male and female siblings. If you don't like incest, STOP READING. I don't wanna get any angry e-mails from disgusted readers saying how I should burn in hell (or some such) for searing their irises with incest stories.
Also, you have to be 18 years of age or older (21+ in some areas) to read this story, as it contains acts of a sexual nature. SO! If you are under these ages, don't read it. Go away.
Storytime.
Moving in
"Hey, thanks," I said the cabbie, who got the last suitcase out from the back of the car. Putting it on the sidewalk, he shut the trunk while I dug out a couple bills for him. Pressing it into the badger's paw with another word of thanks, he got in and drove off, leaving me on the sidewalk on the house. This house. My brother and sister's house. I sighed softly. "Well," I said to no one, "time to find out for sure." Going up the walkway, I raised a paw to knock on the door, hesitating once again. And then the door opened.
"Cerdon?" My older sister blinked. "Cer!!" I blinked as she took me into a sudden hug, rubbing her face into my cheek. "You're so early! And you have so much stuff . . . how long are you on vacation?"
I chuckled nervously, looking away for a bit, then at her. "Listen, Shara . . . I'll tell you all about it, but can I just get out of the street first?"
"Coitenly, Cer," she said, opening the door for me.
***
I knew them. Shara and Terin. Twin arctic foxes . . . white fur, matching enchanting blue eyes, seeming so cold, yet so warm. When we were kits, they were inseparable. And, as most twins did, they often took the parts of each other. Mom always knew, though . . . always. She told me that they were slightly different in the shoulder. I never saw it. I was always fooled.
As they grew older, and the features of their respective sexes made themselves known, they were no longer able to switch. They also grew differing interests. Terin started a band called Some Kind of Hero, with him playing the bass guitar and singing. He rocked out hard on that instrument, and he told me he was offered a contract with a label, once. Shara was shown soccer once, and never looked back. Our high school team won state every year she was on the Varsity team, and she was the Captain senior year.
They were still together, though . . . puberty never changed how close they were. They always seemed to schedule their lives around each other . . . like mates. Like a couple. Even though Shara had a well-known crush on one of the soccer players on the male team. Even though Terin dated a feline femme once, and an exchange student poodle.
They got into the same school. Different majors . . . but still. After graduating, they spent about a year apart, then moved in together.
Made one suspect.
I came here to find out.
***
"Yeah, so . . . that's pretty much it," I finished, staring into my mug of tea. Shara and Terin, Shara's twin, had been looking at me for a while. I still felt their eyes. "Company went under, laid off or fired most of the employees . . . and I was one of them. So . . . I just need a place to stay for the time being. I'll give you some rent if you need it . . . I do have some money saved up." I looked up at them, silently pleading.
Shara blinked, looking at Terin. "Well, yeah, sure, you're welcome to stay, Cer," said Terin.
"Yeah . . . and don't worry about rent or anything like that," said Shara. "You're family. We just want to see you get back on your footpaws, alright?" She beamed at me, patting my paw. I smiled back.
"Thanks, you guys," I told them. Of course . . . what I didn't tell them was that I had already contacted an employer in the area. The interview was this coming Friday, giving me a couple days to check them out.
***
The first few nights were quiet. I had moved into the guest room next to Terin's room. Shara's was down the hall. I set up my computer and spent most of the day on it, mostly playing games and surfing the web while they went to work. And wondering. And suspecting. And feeling guilty that I was even checking. And trying to figure out how, exactly, I was supposed to find out, anyway.
The night after my interview (I got the job. One of my former coworkers had the foresight to get out, found a job, referred me when the company went under), I was lying in bed, trying to calm myself enough to sleep, when I heard it. Whispers. Soft words. They were coming from Terin's room. Okay, I thought. Terin has a lady friend over. Certainly sounded like it, anyway. I sighed, annoyed that I had to sleep through it, smell it in the morning. Not my house, though . . . Personally, I wondered how Shara dealt with it. But, again, not my house. Let them figure it out. I rolled over and tried harder to sleep. Emphasis, of course, being on tried.
It happened again, the next night. And the night after that. And the night after that. I kept hearing the grunts and moans of my brother and the female he had that night. I didn't know if it was the same, or different. Gods . . . I just wanted to yell at them to go to her place for once. But . . . no.
The next morning, I approached Terin about it. "Hey, Ter. You, uh . . . Think you could take your lady friend to her place tonight?"
Terin blinked, then had the modesty to blush. "You could hear us?"
"Yeah. I got my job in the morning. Please, just . . . go to her place or something?"
He nodded. "Just so you know, though . . . Shara yiffs nearly as much as me . . . if not more. You may still be kept up by her."
Luckily, Shara was far enough to tune out. I slept well that night. The next morning, however, I saw Terin there. "When you'd get in?" I asked, blinking as I saw him drink some orange juice.
"Mm. Real late. Probably really early this morning. The femme I was with was kinda a nightmare . . . really clingy. I had to get outta there."
"See," piped up Shara, "you shouldn't just sleep with any femme. Like I told you!" She gave him a little swat on the arm, and they went into a small, good-natured argument that caused me to roll my eyes and leave a bit early. That was them. That was normal. Not . . .
***
Some nights, if I really tried, I could hear Shara go at it with her mysterious lover. I never did see them in the morning. Of course, there are perfection reasonable explanations for that. I thought of hundreds as I toiled away in my cubicle. They all left early, basically . . . I mean, they wouldn't actually . . .
Would they?
That night, I lay in bed, wide awake, overhearing Terin once again starting up. I sighed, and decided to get up and get myself a glass of warm milk or something to put me to sleep. As I stepped out of my room, I noticed Terin's light was on. A thin crack of light showed on the opposite wall. I would have to cross it to reach the staircase.
I'm not a voyeur, I told myself. My brother has a right to privacy. That, and I needed a femme really, really badly if I was actually contemplating peeking in on my brother. I kept walking.
I had been inside his room before. I supposed that if I wanted to find out, now would be the time. Then I could move out with a clear conscious. Yeah. I could do that. Just . . . peek, once. The crack had a clear shot to his bed, I thought, finishing the glass. Just a quick peek, bam, done. I was already starting to feel drowsy. Better act fast before I wake up and realized what I was doing.
Sneaking like the fox I could be, I softly crept up to the door, my heart pounding. Scents of arousal wafted gently out of the door, making me just a little uncomfortable. This was it. Now or never. I could just look, take my peek, see what there was to be seen, confirm or deny the reason I came here. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes, almost falling asleep right there. This was it. I peeked.
I heard a female's voice rise in bliss, crying out. I saw Terin gently pull away, doing something I couldn't readily see. Licking. He was licking up her leg, to her footpaw, dancing his tongue over the pad. It looked like . . . a fox's footpaw.
Okay, so my brother seems to have a fetish for footpaws. Great.
Her fur was white, like my brother's. Okay. He had another arctic fox in there. Fine . . . I can take this. My heart beat rapidly as I inched closer to the door, my eye seeming to strain a bit. I blushed, seeing my brother move his hips forward, his tail twitching back and forth. The female's tail joined his, and they curled around each other briefly before coming apart. I realized I had a good view of what he was doing.
More scents, more sounds, more actions. Terin drew himself from her slowly, his paws linked with hers as he kissed her, I think. She was moaning, and when the kiss ended, her breaths were audible. Terin used measured strokes, taking his time, whispering words I couldn't hear, driving this female up the wall. I couldn't see her face. I tried to look for her face, but his body covered her well, and there was the distraction of things that were not white that drew my eye constantly. I found myself drooling more than once. I panted slowly, trying to keep my paw from straying, silently wishing that Terin would move . . .
Paws slid around Terin's back, drawing him to her as her urgency audibly grew. He wasn't one to deny her, it seems, moving forward to kiss at her neck . . . and I caught the bottom of her muzzle, head thrown back. Dammit. That didn't help me . . .
I was definitely some sort of pseudo-awake now. I tried to keep from drooling as my heart pounded. I'm not a voyeur I kept telling myself. It didn't help. Soft mewls, moans, groans, soundless words passed between them as they kept going, need driving them both faster, faster. Terin's mouth worked busily at her neck, licking, sucking, moving up like he knew her, like this was a common conquest. I saw paws digging into his back, causing him to bare his teeth. His knot formed, pushing, pushing, pushing for release. I saw eyelids flutter on the femme . . . but still no face.
The only thing soft of the act at this point was Terin's attention to her neck, cheek and ear. When he could. Soon enough, his head bent down, pressing into the pillow, hips flying together, her legs locking around his waist. Her head lowered, and I finally saw her face. My heart dropped. But . . . there was still a chance....
An extra burst of scent reached my nose as her eyes shot open, Terin stopping shortly thereafter, sowing his seed within her in small strokes. That . . . was it. Blue eyes. Blue, ice cold eyes. Blue, arctic fox eyes. Shara's eyes.
"I love you, Terin," said she, whispering.
"I love you, Shara," said he, whispering.
I went to bed, my heart pounding, my fears confirmed. But . . . now what? They looked so genuine . . . so what if they were related, if they were my older siblings? Well . . . now I finally knew. I didn't need to stay here any longer. Tomorrow, I'm going apartment hunting.
***
"Do you . . . do you think he knows?"
"Possibly. It's not like we were horribly careful about it."
"I'm . . . sorry. I just . . . needed you. You . . . "
"I complete you . . . I know. It's alright, sis."
"So, if he does . . . what happens then?"
"He'll probably move out." A sigh. "I just hope he'll stay in contact or something. I don't want him to leave like this, though . . . "
"I know . . . what we do, we do out of love for each other . . . " A soft caress.
"I know. I love you, too. But still, what do we do? You have any ideas?"
"We have to make him . . . understand. I don't know. I'll . . . I'll talk to him about it . . . "
"Maybe. Or maybe we just leave him alone, let him go on his way. We were bound to be caught sooner or later. I suppose . . . better him than Ma knowing. I don't think Cer'd trouble Ma about it, anyway . . . "
A nuzzle. A nuzzle back. "No matter what, I love you . . . "
"I love you, too . . . "
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