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"Oh. What're you doing up this early?"

For a Monday morning, this was an unusual question from mom. Usually it was: why aren't you up yet!? Followed by a cold breakfast and a few miles over the speed-limit.

"Rrmh... Cabby," her brother sleepily grumbled, smearing his face. "I was havin' a good dream."

"You woke your brother up, too, huh?" Their mother chuckled, spoon flicking bubbling oil over a frying egg. "Did you forget it's a holiday?" Such it was: the beginning of Spring Break.

"Hmm-mmm," Cabbitta shook her her head, blond pony-tail swishing in wake. "We're up cuz we wann'ed to catch new cartoons, 'member?" She used her forefinger to poke her brother's side.

"Uh-huh?" Bunny's lips fell slack like a fish. "Oh-oh, right," the cabbit's ears swiveled back as he scratched them. "The... the new 'toons," he repeated.

Their mother smiled, giving them a glance before going back to the frying egg, flipping it over. "Well, you two go catch your 'tooons," she said, saying the word in a playful pitch, "and I'll make your eggs when I'm done with your dad's."

"Aww, but I'm hungry now," Bunny mumbled.

With a sigh, mom went to the bag of bread. "I'll make you some cinnamon toast and bring it to you, okay?"

"Sounds good, c'mon," Cabbitta took her brother's hand, and walked him through the kitchen and into the living room. She let go to skip and flip over the back of the couch, land seated on the cushion, and stretched to snag the remote off the ottoman in front of her.

Bunny rolled over the back of the couch sideways, landing over two cushions and encroaching on his sister's space with his ears. A bit of white tummy peeked out from between the soft-blue jammy-shirt and -shorts. Just as he was getting reasonably comfortable, fingers danced upon his tummy-fur, and he squirmed and wriggled.

Cabbitta giggled as she tickled her brother. She kept her vantage from his batting hands, until at last he made a wild fling and _thwack_ed her on the nose. "Ack!" She flinched, falling back against the arm-rest on her side of the couch. "Almost got my eye, ya doofus," she playfully said, pressing her foot between his ears.

He took a few audible whiffs. "I smell cheese," he remarked.

"Ugh! You do not," she giggled, curling her toes to snare some of his blond hair.

"Ow-ow-ow-ow," he whined.

"Uh-uh, that doesn't hurt, I'm not even pullin' or nothin'," she stuck her tongue out and let him go.

He quietly sat up and leaned against his own arm-rest of the couch, their feet left to touch and find a comfortable spot upon the middle cushion.

Cabbitta turned the volume up on the TV, only for it to be just in time for a commercial break.

"Morning, hun," came their father's voice from the kitchen. "Smells good," he complimented, and a loud kiss could be heard.

"It's just about ready," she told him, and the toaster-oven let out its ding!

"That's a lotta toast," he commented.

"This is yours," she told him, a plate sliding across the counter. "These are for the kids." The cinnamon-sugar shaker sounded a little bit like a maraca in the quiet.

"I'll take it," their father offered, and shortly after passed through the door. "Heheh, already watchin' TV, huh?" He set the plate with their cinnamon-toast on the ottoman.

Both kids shifted and grabbed for a piece of toast.

"Thmksh dht," Bunny said, stuffing the corner of the triangle-cut piece of toast in his muzzle.

"Welcome, son," he said with a smile. "You two have a nice start on your holiday," he bid. "Try to help your mom a little bit, 'kay?"

Cabbitta nodded and swallowed because, unlike her brother, she had manners. "Sure, daddy. Have a good day at work."

For a while they munched on toast, the current cartoon a re-run.

When the next commercial break came on, Cabbitta noticed her brother's eyes were closed. She watched him for a few moments, nibbling her last piece of now cold and butter-sogged piece of toast, before her eyes panned down. Her brother had sleepily rolled partly onto his back, and his white tummy was peeking out from his jammies again.

Her foot carefully lifted up a few inches off the cushion, avoiding touching his. She moved it forward, toes extending out like her fingers might. They hovered over him, as if to touch the bit of tummy.

"Hey guys," their mom's head slid into the room from the door-frame. "Your eggs are ready."

"Kay," Cabbitta said, trying not to sound stilted. Her mother departed rather quickly, and she let out her breath. Then, her heel landed on his stomach, squarely on his shirt, and she wiggled it side-to-side. "Waaaaaay-kup," she said.

Bunny stirred, rolling off the couch and landing on the ground on hands and knees. He stood up, and shambled toward the kitchen, passed by his sister who slipped by him just before the entryway, skipping to the chair.

Dad set his fork down, reaching for his coffee mug. He stood up, and took his plate. "Gotta split, early-morning meeting," he said, to no one in particular, setting the plate by the sink. As his wife took it and started the sink, he went back to his kids. He tousled his sons hair, "later scamp."

Bunny batted his dad's hand away. "Split already," he said, with an inflection that feigned disinterest in the childish gesture.

Dad went to his daughter, resting a hand on her shoulder and leaning his cheek close to hers. "Bye Cabby-cakes," he said with a peck on her cheek.

She squirmed and giggled. "Bye, daddy," she bid, setting the two pieces of toast at the edge of her plate. She glanced up at her brother to see him mashing his over-easy egg with his fork. She sprinkled the salt and ground the pepper over hers, still perfect and whole, amidst the departing words and kiss of her parents.

Bunny tapped his fingers on the table impatiently, waiting for the salt-and-pepper shaker. "My egg's getting' cold," he mumbled.

"It'd stay warm if ya didn't mash it all up," she teased, setting the shaker on his half of the table with a solid tap.

"I like it this way," he replied, snatching the shaker up.

Cabbitta shrugged, cutting into the whites of her eggs with her fork, and pulling the slivers into her muzzle.

"So," mom said, shutting the sink off. "What are you two gonna do today?"

Both shrugged, Cabbitta humming "I dunno."

"TV and videogames, got it," mom said with grin. "What if I said Mrs. Cole asked me to come over and help spruce their house up for a get-together later this evening?" She saw, as she expected, the wary look upon their faces. "I can't imagine you two would want to tag along."

The old neighbors had a boring house and no one to play with. This is what crossed both of the Foxglove kids' minds, but neither said it aloud.

"I'll tell ya guys what," she said, in that special maternal tone where a deal was about to be offered; "Since it's only a house over, and since I already talked to your father about it, you two can stay home. But," and here was the catch the kids were prepared to hear, "I'll need you guys to do a couple things for me."

Brother and sister exchanged glances. "Like what?" Asked her son.

"Well you, my big, strong boy," she circled her hand about his bicep and squeezed it; "I would like you to move the potted plants off the porch and into the sun, and spend some time pulling up the weeds in the back yard." She then went over to her daughter, stroking her hair. "And if I could have my little helper mop the floors and do a little cleaning and straightening here and there, that would be a big help for your dearest momma," she finished with her voice sweet as honey.

"Sure," Bunny said.

"You get the easy jobs," Cabbitta muttered.

"Honey, do you trust him to do a decent job mopping?" Mom asked rhetorically. "I could have you clean the bathrooms if you'd rather..."

She urgently swallowed a gulp of her hot-chocolate. "No-no, I'll mop and stuff," she agreed to the lesser of the evils.

"All right. The good news is you don't have to do it right away, but today or tomorrow would be the idea."

Both kids nodded.

Their mother hovered around while they finished their breakfast, taking their dishes and rinsing them when they were done. They went back into the living room to sit on the couch, and listened as their mom finished up and left for her room to get ready.

Now and again, a sibling's eye would turn from the TV to look at the other, reclined against the opposite arm-rest of the couch. The observed sibling would then meet the gaze, and then both would look back at the TV.

Almost a full cartoon later, their mother stepped into the room. "You guys need anything before I head out?"

Cabbitta shrugged.

"I think we're good," her son replied.

"Okay, then. If you need me, just call their number."

"Mm-hmm," the kids replied. Ears slowly swiveled in the direction of mom's footsteps, listening to them tamp upon the wooden floor toward the front door. The door opened, the chimes hung across the inside tinkling, and then shut with a bit of force since the wood swelled from the bit of recent rain.

The deadbolt crunched.

A few minutes later, the show went to its last commercial break before the end segment.

Cabbitta quietly stood up. "When the show's over, my room." She said in a hush.

Bunny followed his sister with his eyes as she walked out of the living room, pink pom on her tail flicking agitatedly in a betrayal of the otherwise calm demeanor she tried to portray.

Two weeks ago, they were given odd papers from their teachers that they had to have signed. It was sort of like when they went on the rare field trip, except this time there was no mention of leaving the school; only that they needed their parents' permission.

Mom was on the phone when they showed her the forms. She was a good multitasker, and signed them even while she was talking. She must have forgotten, because she didn't ask what the forms were for.

In fact, the siblings sort of forgot, too. Until last Thursday.

The classes were all split: boys and girls. A few girls from both siblings' classes were called by name. They, and the boys, went to the gym; while the rest of the girls, and Cabbitta, went to one of the larger classrooms.

Cabbitta was not prepared for what happened in that classroom.

Several girls were all giggly and fidgety, talking in hushed whispers and only when cheek-to-cheek or shoulder-to-shoulder. They were left seemingly unattended for a little while, which drew the attention and curiosity of everyone.

Then, the nurse came in. When she started talking about how they were going to have a fun lesson, there was a mix of nervousness, agitation, and uncertainty all around the room.

An hour later, and Cabbitta had learned more than she had all year: about her body, about her brother's body, about growing up, and, most of all, about doing it.

It was not an easily learned lesson, however. She had never felt that awkward, embarrassed, and disgustingly interested with the idea of sitting in the uncomfortable plastic chair and listening to someone talk for an hour. Even the videos that were shown were both unbearable, and yet inescapably fascinating.

At first, when Bunny asked about what had happened, she was reluctant to say anything. The candid lecture about what was between her legs was overwhelming, and she hadn't the faintest idea of how to even begin to describe it to her brother.

So she hid the page she had been given, with pictures, diagrams, words, and everything that would make her mom wonder just what the heck that school had taught her that day, and told her brother that it was just a "health talk."

She didn't even think that the next day, they would be split up again. This time, a few boys were called out by name, and went with the girls to the gym, while her brother and the other boys went to the classroom.

When she saw her brother after school, she could tell. They had both been through a similar experience. In that regard, she felt less awkward and nervous around her brother, but he was still feeling like how she had the previous day.

They hadn't spoken of it. But they both knew what was on each others' minds. She caught him glancing at her, and she was caught glancing at him. After Saturday, they were less awkward about it; had come to a silent understanding.

Cabbitta's ears stiffened, and she glanced up as she heard soft footfalls approaching her door. The doorknob turned, and the latch slipped free of the jamb, but the door opened only just enough to let the peek of an eye through. "Get in here, doofus," she called out.

The door drifted open, and her brother walked in a little too casually. "Just... didn't know if you fell asleep," he said.

"Did you bring it?" She asked.

His ears swiveled back. "Um..." he held up his hand, pink fingertip pointed to the door. "I'll... be right back," he stated, and hunched over as he dashed out of the room.

She took a breath, trying to relax. Her hand rested mindfully of the plastic-coated page sitting with her upon her sheets. Upon it was all the information she knew, and that he wanted to know.

A moment later, he was back, his posture a little stilted and the page held by the hand with a thumb in his sleep-shorts pocket, concealing him a bit. He approached her bed, and rested upon it with one knee, the sheets wrinkling underneath the small spot of pressure.

"Trade," she instructed, her voice a little subdued. She held out our hand. She pinched her fingers gently on either side of his page when he proffered it. In doing so, it no longer blocked her view of his shorts. She saw the bulge, going up toward the waistband. When she glanced up at him, it was clear she was caught staring; but, he said nothing, and the only sign he acknowledged it was a slight tinge of red to his white-furred cheeks.

She offered her own page in return, and he took it a little greedily. She hadn't fully let go when he tugged it, so her hand followed, and it sort of sawed forward and back once. She then let it go, and scooted back. "You can come up here, y'know. We're not that big yet, there's still plenty of room."

Her bed and his bed had once been pushed together to make one bed; and her room had once been their room. But ever since first grade, their parents separated them, explaining that they were too old to sleep together.

That was just a few years ago, and ever since then her room always felt a little empty, and he didn't quite feel like it was his anymore. The walls had been painted a peach-orange, and most of the posters that they shared were replaced by pictures of boy-band and character crushes she had. Her dresser still had a few of his clothes in it, but all of the stuffed animals that were neatly arranged upon it were all hers. Occasionally, one would sneak into her bed, especially on a night particularly dark or stormy.

Soon enough, he was sitting with her, the feelings of alienation passing.

"Count of three?" She offered.

He nodded. "One..."

"Two..."

"Three," they both said, and gazed down upon their respective pages.

While she took in a gasp, his vocal cords let out a slight mutter.

Upon the page she held, there were several kinds of diagrams. It had a stallion, a wolf, a rabbit, and tiger in full-frontal nudity. They were all somewhat generically drawn, for it was just a medical diagram. But, each one show-cased that which she had scarcely seen: a flaccid penis. In the case of the canine, feline, and most notably the equine, a set of testicles peeked out on either side of the phallus.

Below each of those diagrams was a midsagittal cross-section of each maleness, showing the inner details and labeling all the parts, the commonalities and differences.

The page he held had similar demonstrations. Each woman had a modest endowment for their respective kind, and between their legs was an unglorified depiction of their pubic mound, with their thighs fairly close together. In addition to the diagram that showed their feminine qualities, there was another single picture that displayed the breast in a three-quarters cut-away view.

"Not as much as I thought would be on here..." His sister muttered, flipping the page to the back to see some diagrams of the brain and a growth-chart that demonstrated the masculine changes from childhood to adulthood. "Was hoping it'd say why your pen is gets stiff..."

He tore his eyes from the picture of the rabbit's feminine anatomy at his sister's odd words. "Uh... my what?" He asked, then flashed a grin.

She squinted an eye. "Y--Your pen is, y'know," she looked at the diagram and found the word, showing it him. "Th--That."

He snickered.

"What!?"

He tried to hide his smile behind his hand. "S--Say it again," he told her, stifling his snickering.

She glared daggers at him. There was a moment of silence, and then the feline within her suddenly burst into motion. The plastic page in her hand whipped out, broadly slapping her brother's face; despite his attempt to block, his own reflexes nearly as fast as hers, he was still giggling to himself like a little gopher, so her attack succeeded pretty well.

"Ow!" He groaned, though the laughter amidst it didn't convince her that he was actually in any pain.

"You could be nice, and like, not make fun of me. Jerk," she told him with a slight sulk of embarrassment.

"You coulda cut me," he muttered.

"Kinda hope I did," she said, folding her arms and sticking out her tongue. "What's mine, then, huh?" She questioned him.

"Your what?" He asked, confused.

"I didn't hit you that hard," she muttered. "My privates," she clarified. "What're they called, huh?"

"Uh..." He looked for the diagrams, but she was quicker on the draw. He watched helplessly as she snagged the page and chucked it with a flick of her wrist off the bed. It floated a distance, whipped up into the air, and stiffly dropped to the ground with a fump.

"Nope," she said, as he looked sheepishly at the page, feet away. "So... What is it?" She asked, leaning forward on her knuckles and grinning.

"it's... It's uhm..." He bit his lip, his ears swiveling back. "Fuh... Fuhchina..."

Her eyes went wide, and she let out a snicker from her nose before bursting into a fit of giggles. "Tha-ha-t's... that's not even clo-ho-se!" She toppled over to her side, and rolled onto her back.

Returning the glare she gave him earlier, he took his borrowed paper and fwapped her tummy with it.

She sat up out of reflex. "Ih-hit's... It's vagina, doofus," she clarified, wiping her eyes. "Oh my gosh. 'For China?' Really?" She muttered to herself. "Hooooh that was great," she remarked, fanning herself as she calmed down. A few chuckles still managed to escape, but for the most part she was recovered. "So? I told you mine, you tell me yours."

His nose wrinkled, and his ears went back up. "It's not pen is," he said, "It's pee-niss"

"Ooooh duh," she lifted her nose and clapped her hand over her eyes in realization. "Like in pee-pee," she said, explaining the connection she saw. "Penis..." She said, experimenting with the word. "Penis... Penis, penis, penis, penis, pe--"

"A'right, a'ready!" He growled, waving his hands at her to distract her.

She grinned. "Aww, he gets embarrassed when I say," she took in a deep breath; "penis-penis-penis-penis-penis-penis-penis-penis-pe--"

"Vagina-vagina-vagina-vagina-vagina-vagina-vagina!" He barked at her.

She stared at him, her slight bucked-teeth peeking out from between her parted lips. "Nah. Sorry. Dudn't really bother me." She told him, sitting upright and shrugging.

He glowered folding his arms.

"Penis," she said quickly, snickering when his whisker twitched in agitation. "Hey! So..." She held up the diagrams that sampled his anatomy, turning it over to the other side. "This doesn't explain why you make yourself stiff, or show anything about it. Did you... did you figure it out?"

He squirmed a little bit. "It... I... I don't make myself. It just... k-kinda happens on its own," he told her.

"On its own," she repeated. "Why?" She questioned, leaning forward again.

He swallowed. "The-the-the nurse uhm... she said it happens when we g-get a--arounded."

Her face scrunched in a bit of confusion. "Arounded?" She asked. Then, she grinned again. "You mean: aroused?"

He nodded. "Y-Yeah. That."

She sat back up, kneeling. "Doofus," she muttered, shaking her head. "How does it happen, though? Like... is it always that way and it just hides, or..."

"Um... No... it..." He blushed, but took in a deep breath. "It's kinda... small and... and floppy," he said, though low as if it bothered him to admit it. "When I get... y'know... aroused, something like... I dunno, she said something about it filling up with blood, or something."

"Blood?" She squinted an eye. "Like... kinda like a water-balloon, I guess," she compared. "It doesn't hurt, right?"

He shook his head. "No, but, uhm..." He shifted, trying to sit upright and cross-legged. "Sometimes, it... it kinda gets stiff at a weird angle and presses against my underwear sometimes, and... y'know, it's kinda uncomfortable. Makes it kinda hard to walk and move."

She tilted her ear with thought. "Yeah... I guess it might." Then, she sort of glanced at his lap out of the corner of her eye. "Um... So... You're stiff, right now?"

He tensed, his whole body betraying himself by ever-so-slightly moving. From his knees twitching to his shoulders raising, to his ears flicking a few inches apart. He looked about, as if trying to find a way to escape. But, eventually, his gaze wound up back at his sister. Blushing, he nodded.

She curled her fingers, blinking rapidly a few times. She leaned forward, placing her hand over the diagrams. "This... doesn't show what it looks like stiff... Uhm..." She tried not to sound nervous. It was kinda cute, how bashful he was getting, and she didn't really want to admit she was feeling the same way. "I mean, and if it's uncomfortable right now, uh... I... C--Can I... See what it looks like, s-stiff?"

His fur puffed up, most notably in the scruffy tufts about his wrists and ankles. He looked about again, but his eyes flicked back to his sister when she tossed the diagrams aside, and sat sort of reclined on her side, propping herself up with her right arm.

"C'mon, don't be a doofus," she tried to sound casual. "You can... I mean, I'll let you see me, too... Fair-game, right?"

"You don't have a stiffy, though," he pointed out.

"No, but..." Her other hand absent-mindedly caught the end of her pony-tail hanging over her shoulder, curling it around her finger. "Those diagrams are really boring... You wanna see the real-deal, don'tchya?"

It was really a formality. An excuse, almost. A game. They both wanted to, but didn't really want to admit it. It was kind of like being tickled: they both liked it, but it was more fun if they pretended like they didn't, and then baited the other into doing it like he did earlier when he let his tummy peek out of his jammies.

"Okay," he agreed.

She beamed, sitting up. "Cool. S-So..."

"So...?" He said, voice trailing, gesturing to her.

"Huh-what?" She cocked her head and squinted an eye at him. "I'm not showing you mine first."

"But, ladies first." He countered.

"Nuh-uh," she folded her arms. "Okay, first off: since when do you call me a lady? Oh, right," she twisted to one side to answer her own question in a separate posture, "when you can take advantage of it. If anything, the way you should use it is you let me decide who goes first, and I think you should cuz ladies first means I get to look first. Besides: I asked first."

"All right, all right."

"And most of all, I--oh, okay," she dropped her argumentative tone right away as soon as she realized he acquiesced. She changed her posture, sort of lying on her stomach and propping herself up on her hands and elbows. She looked up at him with an expectant gaze, matching his violet eyes, and swirled an ear in anticipation.

His heart was racing. He looked at the door again, paranoid that at any moment their mom and dad would come home and catch them upstairs together. But, with their ears, they would be able to hear the clatter of the chimes on the door downstairs, even through the closed door.

"C'moooon," she urged impatiently. "Not like we hadn't seen each other nakie before," she pointed out.

"That was a long time ago," he also felt the need to point out.

"So? Is it different cuz you're, y'know... aroused?" She asked.

He blinked, relaxing a little. "Yeah... kinda..."

She rested her chin on the sheets, looking at the blue jammy-shorts that matched her eyes. "If I had a penis," she said into her wrist. "I think... it'd be all stiff right now, too."

His heart sort of fluttered at her admission. It was nice, to know that they felt the same way. It made him a little less nervous and embarrassed--but only a very very little bit.

He took in a breath. There wasn't really anything he could do to put it off any longer. He shifted, getting to an upright kneel.

She felt the bed shifting under his weight as he got into position, his knees apart and his pelvis prominently forward. She could see the bulge within his shorts more clearly than any time before, when it was merely a hint. With him like this, the fabric was almost strained against him, and it was sort of pointing outward a little bit.

The fingers of his left hand went to his waistline, slipping beneath his shirt to lift it up. Then, the other went to the scrunched-up elastic band snug about his hips.

She flicked her eyes up and saw that he had closed his and was looking to the side. He was short of clenching his teeth behind his closed muzzle, nervous and embarrassed. She heard the slight snap of his waistband; his thumb must have slipped while trying to get a purchase. But then, she heard the slight rustle as he pulled down. She didn't look down, though; her gaze stayed up at his face.

A couple moments passed, and they were too quiet. Finally, he braved opening his eyes, and his fur stood on-end when he saw she was looking up at him.

He tried to say something, but it just came out as a nervous, incoherent sputter that died quickly. She was smiling up at him, her cheeks a little red. He locked uneasy eyes with her for a few seconds, until she dropped her gaze.

"Ooo..."

A rush of warmth trickled from his scalp down his cheeks and shoulders at the girlish coo she let out upon first gaze of his boyhood. The little noise was a bit much, and he felt his stiffness jerk as the muscles in his groin tensed excitedly.

"Eehee, it moved!" She declared with excitement. "Can you make it do that, or does it do it on its own?"

With a furious blush, he experimentally flexed the muscles, watching his sister gawk in fascination as his dick, pointed directly at her, twitched up a little and then settled. "I... I can make it do that," he told her.

"Cool!" She beamed. Then, she tilted her head. "Um... Can you take your bottoms off? It's kinda hard to see with your hands all in the way."

Heart pounding, his only response was to drop his shirt and let that hand join his other at the waistline. He pulled his jammy-shorts and underwear down his thighs, exposing more of his masculinity. But then, he rolled back onto his rump, and that sort of bought him some modesty as he tugged the shorts down past his knees. He jerked with a start when he felt her hands grab where his were, barging them out of the way. He supported himself upright on his palms and watched as she took over, tugging his garments down his shins, off his ankles, and then tossed them off toward the middle of her room.

He watched helplessly as his shorts and underwear parted ways in mid-air, falling to lumps a couple feet a part. He then looked back at his sister, who was kneeling expectantly with her hands resting on his ankle-tufts. His heels were guided to the bad as she pushed them down, and, butterflies swarming his tummy as her hands trailed up his pink-furred shins, parted his knees at her coaxing.

He let out another embarrassed croak when she unabashedly lowered her nose within inches of what made him a boy; so close that he could feel the gentle tickle of her excited breaths.

Her eyes went from the little marbles snuggled between his thighs, all the way up the few inches of girth he had, to the little pink tip that peeked out of the thin, white sleeve of peach-fuzzed skin. She receded just a little when she saw it twitch again, and gasped. "Do it again," she requested, her eyes flicking to another spot. She watched as his girth twitched once more. "Again!" She could hear him breathing, like he was exhausted. "Is ti... tiring?"

"N--No," he said.

She rested her chin on her knuckles, looking at his little orbs as he flexed again. She saw how the muscle behind his sack, and a little bit of us butt, flexed. "That's so cute," she cooed with excitement. Without thinking, she wrapped her fingers around his girth.

"Ah!" He reflexively sat up and pulled his knees toward his chest, like he was going to curl up, but her light hold on him inhibited the instinct. Instead, his penis throbbed, the gentle squeeze of her hand sending tingles fluttering down his thighs and making his tummy tense.

"Whoa, it's... like... bulging," she observed, feeling it throb against her tentative squeezes. "Are you... okay? I didn't hurt...?"

He rigidly shook his head, eyes locked on her hand wrapped around him.

"It's... so warm," she noted. "And soft," her grip loosened, her fingertips brushing up and down the dorsal side of his length. She heard his breath hitch, and his penis twitched like it was shying away from her touch. "What's wrong?" She asked.

"I... I-It... C-Can you... Can you do that... squeehhh--" His breath left him abruptly while he tried to speak.

"This?" She asked, gently curling her fingers around him again, and squeezing lightly for just a second before relenting the pressure.

"Y-Y-Y-Yeah," he said, his toes curling.

"Why?" She asked, watching as he closed an eye, the other one twitching along with his knees every time she lightly applied pressure all around his girth.

"It f-f-feels... Kinda n-nice," he admitted.

"So... you're not mad I grabbed you without asking?" She asked.

He swallowed, his toes relaxing. He shook his head. "Huh-uh... I guess," he said, not wanting to sound too reassuring.

"I know, I shoulda asked," she admitted, "like the nurse said... I just..." She touched him with her fingertip, pushing the little spire toward him. "It's... it's really hard. Like... like it's stiff, but squishy-kinda, I dunno," she tried to explain. "And these are you little ballsies?" She asked, her fingertip running from his tip down to his testes, snugly huddling against his body between his thighs.

"C-Careful!" He told her with a twitch, tensing when her finger pressed on the skin between them, separating them on either side.

"I got it, they're sensitive," she reassured him. "Sheesh, y'know I never meant to ever hit these things on purpose, right?" She told him. "It's always been acciden'nally."

He didn't really have a response, tense as he was that one of the most sensitive parts of his body was at the mercy of her fingers. The fur on his neck pricked up when she lowered her muzzle, and he could feel her whiskers tickling his thighs.

"Sorry little guys," she apologized. "I promise I'll try to be more careful."

When she lifted up after personally apologizing to his nuts, he could see her cheeks were blushing terribly at the silly gesture. But, it wasn't like he was blushing any less. He bit his lip when she touched her finger-pad to his tip, where it peeked it from the skin.

"Why is it pink, here?" She asked.

"That's... um... if you're really careful... P-Pull the skin down a little, not too much."

Lightly touching her thumb and forefinger around his tip, just behind where the pink breached through the skin, she applied the lightest pressure and tentatively pulled it down. The skin slid back a little, exposing more of the pinkness underneath. She let out a marveling breath as the skin pulled back about half an inch, and revealed a set of tiny, stubby bumps in a small patch behind the top-part of his tip. "Whoa," she let the skin go, and it remained, pressed behind the bumps. "Are these... these were on the tiger's picture," she recalled.

"They're um... They're called barbs," he explained. "I... I asked the nurse about them..."

She smiled. "You did?" She asked, a little proud and jealous of him for doing so--she had questions that she was too reluctant to ask. "What'd she say?"

"She just said that all boys are different. Some have these, some have what are called knots, others have like a little ring around the middle."

"Knots? Like, it's all tied up like a rope?"

He shook his head. "No, like... It's a weird bulb or something that balloons up at the base. It's mostly on boys with canid blood," he explained.

"What do you get with our cabbit blood?" She asked, resting her hand on his knee, rocking it just a little from side-to-side playfully.

"Um... Well, the barbs I get from the cat part, and... I dunno what I get with the rabbit part."

"Hm... Well, you don't look anything like I remember, that's for sure," she said. "So, um... I guess I had my turn... Ready for yours?"

He swallowed. "If... If you're sure," he said.

It wasn't often he acted like the bigger sibling, but right then was one of his moments. It wasn't like they knew; their parents just told them that they were both the bigger and younger sibling. But, right then, he offered her a small out--and was probably kicking himself for doing so.

But it was weird. She was nervous and embarrassed, yeah. But, she didn't want to back down, especially not after seeing him go through with it. He might even try to get her to do his chores if she did, and then the attitude of acting like the older sibling would be revealed as a sham.

"I'm s-sure," she said, as casually as she could. But she was certain he heard the few butterflies escape from her belly in her fluttery voice. "C'mon," she beckoned, walking on her knees toward the foot of the bed. When he didn't move, she pointed. "Get on the floor, doofus."

"Wh-Why?" He questioned, even as his feet slid off the bed to the carpet.

"Just trust me, get on your knees over here," she insisted, waving her hand in front of her to indicate the spot. She watched his stiff boyhood subtly bounce with each step as he tried not to make his way too earnestly.

He stood in front of her, a little taller than her if she were standing, such that his penis pointed right at her at chest level.

She rose up on her knees, resting her hands on his shoulders. With a light press, he got the idea and dropped to one knee, and then the other.

He looked up at her, eyes falling to the hem of her shirt.

Her hands slipped underneath, and pulled it up, exposing her white tummy. She held her hands up at her chest, nervously twining her fingers together underneath the shirt, where her brother couldn't see.

He swallowed, looking at the scrunched band about her waist, with just a tiny bit of red peeking out from behind it toward her right hip. He couldn't hide the bit of shaking in his hands as his fingertips went for the band. His thumb flicked over it, catching a better glimpse at the red--her underwear. He slipped his thumbs between the garments, and tugged down.

Shivers tickled up her spine and down her tail as her pink thighs were exposed within a few quick, jerky tugs. She felt a flutter in her tummy when he paused, his lips falling apart a bit like a fish, gawking at her red, pink polka-dot panties, with a little frilly trim about her legs. "Y--Ya know that's just my undies... right?"

"Uh... Ngh!" He looked up. "S-Sorry, I..."

She gave him a smile, pitying his sheepish expression. "Keep going," she encouraged, lifting up a knee. The gesture got him back on track, and he slid the shorts down to her shins, her aiding by lifting the other knee up.

His eyes followed the triangle covering her mound as she settled back down. His fingers went to her underwear, gently touching it. It felt so smooth compared to his own; no lump to disturb it from hip to hip, and they were so snug against her.

"Heheheh-Stoh-hah-p, thah-hah-t tih-hih-ckles," she told him, receding away from his tracing fingertips. "Just get it over with already, will ya?" She urged, regaining her posture and pushing her pelvis out a little, similar to how he did before.

With the tips of his ears prickling, and his tail nervously twitching behind him, his thumbs and forefingers went to to join of her thigh and hip to pinch the thin bands of her panties on either side of her tummy. With his heart in his throat, he started to tug downward, and stole a glance up.

Her eyes were closed, and she was looking a bit away. Her ears were swiveled back, and her hands, though hidden by her shirt, were tightly pressing against her chest, forearms showing signs of tensing.

She held her breath as her brother tugged her panties down to mid thigh, leaving her rump and front bare. After a moment, she finally let an eye flick open. A frisson of shock rippled over her neck and ears when she met his violet eyes. She relaxed a little, opening the other eye, gazing down at him. She matched his expression, listening to the throbs of her heart in her ears, while holding his gaze and blushing with embarrassment; and, mixed in from somewhere down below, excitement.

"Mmh," she made the sound, and her eyes flicked down.

His eyes blinked a few times, before slowly panning down. He trailed down her white tummy, a little pudgy since she liked sweets. It evenly, albeit quickly, swelled and shrank with each breath of anticipation she took. Then, his eyes were level with her navel, and he could see the subtle shadow below, following the line that her panties had once hid. He held his breath, and without giving himself a chance to think otherwise, flicked his eyes down.

Her mound pushed out a little bit, a small swell that caught the light, individual strands of soft, downy fur catching it at their ends. The white of her tummy trickled down inside of her thighs, forming a sort of triangle that almost served as a frame to guide his eyes. Beneath the bony bump of her pubic mound was the pink tinge that hinted at her cleft, where the downy fur ended and soft, tender-looking flesh peeked out from the puffy little seam.

She let out her breath when he let out his, mostly because it tickled over her presented mound, and that sent a tingling that prickled up her tummy akin to drops of water dribbling down. Her blush deepened; her embarrassment, the sight of her brother ogling her girly bits, and the way he blinked and looked so mesmerized, were all ingredients that made up a heart-pounding thrill that gave her tingles all over, but especially between her legs.

After what felt like a full minute or so of motionless observation, she adjusted a little, shifting her hips left and right to stir the blood in legs. "He--Hey," she spoke up. "Uhm... L-Let me part my knees," she told him. After a moment more of him remaining still, she finally took a hand from under her shirt and grabbed an ear, tugging on it.

He broke from his trance, and looked up at her sheepishly. "S--Sorry," he said, out of reflex.

"Pull my undies all the way down." She told him.

Swallowing, despite having nothing to lubricate the action, he did so. The frilly, polka-dot panties slid beneath her knees as she lifted them up one at a time. As she widened her knees, the garments slid toward her ankles.

She reached back, tugging them off, and then looked down at her brother. He was watching her, like a puppy waiting for a command. He looked cute, and it sent a twitch down her tail that caused it to flick more dramatically than she intended. Steeling herself, she moved her hands to her shirt.

He rested his hands on the bed, preparing to get back into a good posture for observing, but then she did something that he actually wasn't expecting: her shirt fell with a light fump behind him as she tossed it over his head. He watched as she ran her fingers through her hair, smoothing over the locks and pony-tail after having ruffled them from peeling her shirt up.

Just like that, she was fully naked.

He sort of ducked down, as if to hide from her, when she stretched. He roved over her body with his eyes as her arms lifted into the air, concealing nothing from his view. Her chest was flat, like his, but not quite as; she had a bit of chubbiness to her that made the light draw his eyes to the center of each shallow swell, where her pink nipples stood pert within the short, peach-fuzzy fur that surrounded them.

When he heard her let out a little giggle, his eyes flitted up to hers. She was smiling down at him, half-lidded above her blushing cheeks.

"Li--Like what ya see?" She said, the inspiration that drew her to say those words in that tone somewhat elusive to her; but it felt right. She rested her hands on her tummy just beneath her bare chest, sliding them down to her navel. "C'mon, get closer," she encouraged him, moving her knees wide enough to expose more of her vulva while keeping her posture comfortable.

At her coaxing, he dared rise up to peer closer. His tongue slipped out just a little, resting on his lower-lip, as his eyes fixated upon the pink slit that, before, had been just a little seam between chubby rolls of fuzzy-covered skin.

Her pelvis looked both like the diagrams he had seen, and yet very much unlike them, given this perspective. The pictures showed mundane poses and minimal detail. She offered him a perspective and level of detail that the diagrams sorely lacked. There were a few folds; delicate bits of pink skin that looked like eyelids, or very thin lips, gently settled together. The chubbiness from earlier was stretched out from her posture, adding a sense of contour against the tendons that dimpled from from the bony bump, and subtle wrinkles where her skin naturally settled when she was in a relaxed stance.

"Ready?" His sister asked, breaking his concentration. She fought a giggly lurch in her tummy when she saw him timidly look up to her, tongue beginning to stick out just a little bit more. Without much else to elaborate her question, the fore- and middle-fingers of her right hand trickled down her mound to rest over the chubby labia, just on either side of her folds. She recalled looking in a mirror to try and see this part of her; it wasn't a very good examination. But she knew by feel, and she wanted her brother to see. It was only fair, after all.

He let out a hitched breath of surprise as he watched the fingers spread apart, and the little pink slit spread wide. Within the folds, he saw even more pink; such a deep shade, almost the same as the stripes that went all up their legs, backs, and arms.

"I-I-It... d-does it... does it l-look like a fl--a flower?" She sheepishly asked him.

He glanced up, and smiled. "Uh-huh," he told her. "It's... really pink, and..." He brought his nose closer, sniffing.

She gasped, her free hand resting on his hair between his ears.

"Uhm... D-Doesn't... really smell like one," he remarked.

"Doofus," she muttered, but it was said with a sweet, fluttery inflection. "I... I touched yours, y'know..." She reminded him, the implication left beyond her trailing words.

His pupils flitting up for the briefest second, he suddenly moved his hand as if he only just recalled he had it. Tentatively, he let it touch her inner thigh, feeling the soft, silky down-fur of the white highlight. He traced his fingertip up, and felt her thigh twitch with reflex at the light touch. He felt the soft, chubbiness as his finger-pad settled into the crux between her thigh and right labia. Then, passing over her own finger, he lightly touched where she was pink.

She squirmed just a little, trying not to flinch and recede from his touch. She had touched herself plenty down there, and while it felt nice, sometimes even pleasant enough to make her feel similar tingles to how she felt now, her brother's finger just barely grazing her inner labia sent a spark of tingles to the apex of her folds, just under her mound.

He was mercilessly cute in his timid exploration, his fingertip tracing all around the perimeter of her femininity, as if to outline it to her for the first time. All the while, the tingles converged upon that point, and slowly his finger made its way there.

Her heart pounded in anxious anticipation, counting the fractions of sections until he would inexorably find his way there.

"Hmm-m-mmh!"

He flinched, taking his hand away at her vocalization and squirming. "S-S-Sorry," he muttered, again out of reflex.

Her breathing was rapid, and she had her eyes winced shut. She opened them to see him staring up at her, muzzle strained in concern and worry. She realized she was gripping his hair, and loosened her hold, slowly rubbing him. "Yuhhh..." her voice fell away, the tingles still bouncing around between her thighs and behind her tummy. "You... did'n' do anything wrong," she said, still catching her breath. "I'fact tha'fff--felt... r-rully good," she held in a breath, with the idea of forcing her heartbeat to mellow. She let it out, pulling her hand away from her petals. She used both hands to hold his cheeks. "You looked so worried," she cooed.

"W'll..." He blushed. "I-I didn't want ya to hit me again," he explained, unable to admit he was genuinely bothered that he might have hurt her in such a personal place.

"Touch me again," she said, and giggled when he blinked with surprise. "Start from like the middle, and then go towards my belly-button," she told him, adjusting her posture to give him access.

"Y--You sure?" She asked.

"Duh," she responded, hoping that he would do what she told him to without any more convincing. She really didn't want to, but she was rapidly coming to terms with pleading him to do it if he was still reluctant. Thankfully, she wouldn't have to go that far.

Her whiskers fanned when she felt his fingertip touch her. Since she wasn't spread, it wriggled its way until her petals were nudged aside and his pad was touching that delicate, soft skin between. "S-Slow," she nearly barked at him, making him flinch. She rested her hands on his shoulders to steady both him and herself, pushing her pelvis a little more forward. "Please?" She added.

He marveled at how his fingertip was gently held by her petite folds on either side, and how they yielded away as his finger moved toward him as slowly as he could. He listened to her breathing, hastening as if waiting for the scary part of a horror-movie. He watched as the muscles in her thigh and around the chubby labia subtly twitched and tensed as she kept balance, or at the touch of his finger.

She braced herself, biting her lip. The fingertip traced along, ever-so-slowly, the touch making freshly discovered muscles inside her tummy just above it flutter and squeeze. The sensitivity of the touch became clearer the further it trickled toward her front, until the pad of his finger grazed right over it. That spot. That little spot that made her legs go limp and the flutters go wild.

She squeezed his shoulders, her cheeks burning as she let out little squeaks that made her heart cringe with embarrassment, unable to do anything to stop it from happening. Her brother didn't relent, his finger pressing over that little spot, following her hips as they feebly tried to rise up and get away.

In the swirling mist of pleasure, her instincts felt her balance pitch. She slipped forward, and let out a puff of air as her weight crashed down. She panted, lifting up her chin. She gazed at her brother's eye, and felt the heel of his palm against her mound, fingertip still touching her private parts.

His finger was moving away from that part, still snuggled between her petals despite the awkward position, as if unwilling to leave except for the most dire of circumstances.

"S-Sorry, I wa--aoh!"

Their eyes bulged, and their noses bumped as her face jutted forward in surprise.

He froze, uncertainty and anxiety bubbling around inside him. His boyhood tingled excitedly, nestled in the crook of his sister's thigh, just beside his finger, relishing in the foreign touch of her body. Just a second ago, his fingertip had been nestled between the petite flaps of skin that looked like the petals of a flower yet to bloom, but as it had made its way toward her tail it had slipped--not out, but in.

Her cheek rested against his. "Hhh... You f-found the... the h-hole..."

They both shivered as a tightening punctuated her words. A solid constriction that she reacted to by squirming, and he with a throb of his masculinity. There was a pause, and then a moment later another tightening of the ring of silk that his finger had dipped within.

"If-f-f-f... If you're not gonna pull it out th-then..." She nuzzled his cheek. A second later, she felt it move, pushing further inside the little hole she had rediscovered just a few nights ago in the very bed nearby. She held her breath, feeling another impulsive constriction course through her groin; the effort was resisted by the thin digit, but in that resistance was a pleasant burst of tingles and flutters.

Through all of this, there was actually a distraction for her. A warmth, nestled against her thigh. It occasionally twitched, stirring her thoughts, provoking her knowledge. "Mmm-h-h-h," she pursed her lips together, the newfound muscles clenching earnestly around the finger. She let out her breath, her body relaxing.

He was purring.

She could hear it, and feel it against her collarbone. She might have purred along with him, but the feelings that danced about below her tummy were way beyond a meager rattling in her throat.

"Hey..." She said, in a whisper.

The purring softened, fading away as his attention was taken.

"You... You're, uhm... S-Still stiff, huh?" She asked, nudging her thigh to draw attention to the warmth amidst her privates.

His whiskers tickled and twined with hers as he nodded.

"S-So... do you... y'know... wanna..." She bit her lip, looking as far left as her eye could to match his. "D-Do it?" She heard a nervous, fluttery purr escape his throat.

"D-D-D-Do..."

She moved her legs, finding a purchase with her knees and held his shoulder with one hand. Her cheek brushed up his and her chin rested against his temple as her lips settled in the bed of his ear, the little hairs that stuck up from his canal tickling over them. She whispered:

"Wanna... have... sssssex... with me?"

"Yeah," he blurted, as if he was answering a mundane question; would you like fries with that?

She let out a surprised snort, given how quickly and casually he replied. Then, she noticed his face bug-out like he'd just bit on the worst Bertie Bott's bean ever.

"I-I mean, w-wait!" His eyes frantically darted around, as if trying to look for a way to escape from beneath her. "I th-thought you was askin' a... I-If that were a reason boys ge-ge--got stiff..." He tensed when his sister's nose pressed against his, squishing a nostril and making it hard to breathe comfortably. "Mnh!" Suddenly, something pressed against his lips; warm, and soft. He tried to twist away out of reflex, but her muzzle followed, and a bit of spittle crept between the pressure. His lower lid began to twitch, raising up as if glaring into the noon sun, despite her sapphire eye only refracting a tiny bit of light and mostly shrouded in shadow.

He let out a gasp when she popped free, pressing the heel of her palm on his chest to help her stand up. He gazed up as she stood over him for a few seconds, heels on either side such that he could see her flower amidst the curves of soft light and shadow caste from the light above. Turning about, the pom of her tail brushed over his boyhood as she stepped to the bed and leaned a knee on it.

The springs in the mattress creaked as she flopped onto the bed, squeaking three or four times in recoil.

He stayed on the carpet, and looked toward his feet. His little guy was there, the foreskin pulled back enough to be kept retracted behind his stubby barbs. It felt rather cold, and a shiver rippled in the muscle at the base of fuzzy nuts, sending his tip wiggling a little as if trying to talk up at him.

His eyes flicked up when he heard a report of soft patting. At the edge of the bed, he could see his sister's pink feet, petite toes sticking up. Emboldened by a throb in his loins, he started to get up. His muscles were stiff and shaky, like he had just done twenty push-ups, and twice as many crunches, in P.E. When he laid eyes upon his sister, another throb made its way down his groin.

She was lying on her back, propping herself up on her palms. Her knees were sort of bent outward, outsides of her kneecaps resting on the sheets. Her heels were at least as far apart as her shoulders, if not a little further. Her thighs were apart as well. Unlike earlier, her chubby labia were relaxed, and the little petals that had once been pursed between them were now visible, gently resting a little less than half an inch apart.

With one hand she patted at a spot between her thighs, a few inches away from her mound, as if it were a spot for him to sit on the couch.

He stepped up to the bed, resting a knee onto it. "But... Isn't... Isn't this how you get a baby? Mom and dad'll freak, won't they?"

She squinted at him. "Didn't the nurse teach you? Hmm... Maybe not," she said, reconsidering. "I can't get a baby... I uh... When I can get a baby, she said that... I uhm..." She covered her muzzle. "Mmh mlhhd o-ohu--"

"Huh? I... Can't hear what you're--"

"I bleed out my vagina!" She blurted, and then clapped her hands over her mouth, her face turning a deep shade of crimson.

He blinked, his whiskers fanning, and then pulling together on either side of his muzzle, before relaxing again. "You... what?"

She let out a huff. "The nurse said, when girls start... y'know... she called it a... a period. It's like... I dunno how to explain it, but, we sorta... like... bleed... from inside," she cupped her vulva. "Look, just, I can't get a baby, okay? Stop being such a doofus and get over here already!"

Wincing, he heeded her command. "You're... you're sur--uha!" He grunted as she grabbed his tufted wrists and pulled him forward.

This time, it was her turn to feel the weight on her. Though his hands found spots to prop himself up so that he didn't outright lay on top of her, she had pulled him in enough that his thighs brushed against hers, his fuzzy pouch resting against her petals. She scooted back on the bed, until her shoulders were resting on the pillow, and his penis was now resting on her mound.

"You know how it works, right? She told you?"

"Uh..." He looked at the door, but when she shimmied and lifted her pelvis underneath him, drawing attention to his stiffy laying upon her downy fur, he swallowed. "Y--Yeah," he said.

"Uh-huh," she replied, unconvinced. "Okay, then how's it work?"

"W-Well, uhm... The... The boy--"

"You." She said, her finger prodding his left nipple.

"Whuh?" He murmured, his concentration disturbed by her interruption.

"You are the boy. So... What do you do?" She asked, flutters dancing up the fur of her tummy as she felt his penis twitch.

"I-I-I... S-Stick my uhm... I-Inside..."

"What... and inside where?" She asked, grinning coyly.

He blushed, his cheeks burning. "M-My s-stiffy goes... goes inside your... your holeorwhatever," he mumbled.

"Did you forget what it's called already?" She squinted her eye.

"No!" He replied, defensively. "Vagina-vagina-vagina-vag_mnhnmuh-mhmnhnmuh!_" His incessant repetition of the naughty word was quickly muffled when her hands closed around his muzzle. He quieted when he saw her brow wrinkled in dissatisfaction.

"Still doesn't bother me, doofus," she said, and let him go. "So..." She reclined back, shimmying her hips to nudge his stiffy, warm and sort of heavy the way it rested on her mound. "You said you wanna have sex with me," she reminded him.

His ears swiveled back, and he started to open his mouth to explain his agreement once again; but, it was no use. He had blurted it too eagerly. The tingling feeling in his nuts and up and down his penis were sort of... guiding him, despite his bashfulness.

It didn't help that she was putting up a show, too--she always tried to act the most calm and in control when she was the most embarrassed. It fooled her parents. It fooled her teacher. It fooled her friends. It didn't fool him; for growing up with her had taught him how to read her true thoughts; and she, in turn, his.

He swallowed, and scooted back, tingles flaring at the way the dorsal side of his length dragged over the soft, silky down-fur that covered her mound. He watched her hand as it followed behind, sliding over her vulva, tops of her fingers brushing his tip and sending a twitch of excitement through it.

Her flower bloomed, right in front of his tip. His ears swiveled back as he saw the tender, pink flesh. It was akin to his own, normally hidden and protected by his foreskin. If her pink was anything like his, it was sensitive to the mere proximity of their touch; could feel warmth like he could, akin to the warmth that was acquired when snuggled close together beneath a blanket while watching a movie.

He could feel her eyes on his boyhood, and even saw her licking her lips when he stole a tentative glance to gauge her attitude. Using his hand to steady himself, and after seeing her readjust her spread to ensure it was as wide as she could manage, he pushed his hips forward.

Pink touched pink.

Both siblings gasped at the gentle brush of his tip to her folds. Though, he gasped more as a sympathetic response to hers. He didn't actually feel much. The sight of his tip prodding against her tenderness was more alluring than the somewhat dull sense of touch. But, the warmth of her soft, pink girlhood was beginning to thaw that dull sense. Especially when the tingles in his pouch settled and he began tracing his tip in short adjustments over her flower, and prodding forward against her vestibule.

"Wha-ha-ha-t're ya doin'?" She giggled. "Ih-hih-hih-t tickles-z-z!" She squirmed and twisted in reaction to his rubbing and probing, tingles and flutters trickling up to the apex of her vulva with each little motion.

"I'm... I'm lookin' for the hole," he muttered.

"Wh-Wait," she sat up, and held her hand over his to stop him from moving. Her pelvis lightly jerked up a couple inches on its own accord, as if it was trying to continue to the activities. "Keep... Keep tracing it over like that, b-but... Just..." She let his hand free, and made to lie back down. "Just... Don't move it around fast and push in... Like..." She demonstrated on his thigh with her fingertip. "P-Press just a... just a little and move slow all 'round," she requested, and then lied fully back.

He felt the tingles begin to rise up to the base of his penis as he watched her get comfortable; shimmying, lifting her rump up a bit, and settling back down with a squeaky bed-bounce.

When the bed stilled, she had widened her heels to give him plenty of room, and her hand had her petals spread just a little bit wider, sides of the fingers just against the outside of the labia minora to give his tip access to as much of her sensitive pink as she could.

He was acutely aware of how her breathing became lighter and a little more subdued as he followed her request and example. With a light press, he slowly dragged his pink tip all around, somewhat like how he had done with his finger earlier. He noted that he could feel some contours, and that the folds wrinkled up a little in the direction of his path.

"Nnnnhhhhrrrrr..."

A shiver fluttered all around his groin, and in the cruxes of his thighs, when he heard the purring exhale, like a low hum. His eyes flicked up to see she had leaned back, and her eyes were lidded like she was lying outside and relaxing in the sun. An idea came to him, in part a memory, and his tip dragged along, destined for a certain spot. He pressed a little more firmly the closer he got, until he was right up against it, and he rubbed his tip up and down against that spot, where her vulva reached a little peak into a tiny curling and wrinkling fold.

"Hoh-oh-oh-oh-oh-Bro!" She squealed, her hips jerking up out of reflex. "Haaaaah-ah-ah..." Her vocal chords acted on their own when she exhaled; it was a moan, like she had just had a good stretch, except deeper, and accompanied by tingles and flutters that were dancing all over her tummy.

"S-Sorry, did I... do something wrong?"

She closed her lips, recovering her slight loss of breath. "N-No, th-that... that f-felt... r-r-r-eally... Do that ah... again?"

Something about the cadence in her voice made him sort of weak in the knees. Like when his mom cut the egg-cartons and how it made him want to curl up and shiver in agitation. Except this was... a new and good feeling, that he didn't have a word for.

Earnestly, he scooted toward her a couple inches to get just a bit better of an angle. Length in hand, he paused for just a second to take note of just how... stiff it was. It was even stiffer than those mornings when he woke up with it already hard. It was almost more solid than his fingers, or so it felt. Bigger than usual, and the white skin that was retracted back behind his barbs had a slight red blush to it, like his cheeks.

His pause was broken when she wriggled, her flower twitching side-to-side, his penis just close enough to feel the gentle brushing--and he heard her breath hitch. He pressed against her, on the opposite side to where he dragged up from just a moment ago. He dragged down at first, noticing that he could feel the warmth and softness of her pink a lot better than before; and there was a sort of slipperiness, too.

He dragged his tip upward, repeating the actions he had taken before. This time, he watched his sister as she braced herself, biting her lip. He pressed further, eyes flicking down to make sure he didn't accidentally slip. He drew nearer to the part where her petals joined to a sort of point. Except, where before there was a little curl and wrinkle of pink, there was now a tiny little bead; like a goose-bump. When he rubbed his tip over it, he could feel his heartbeat pulsing in his grip, and the little nub just barely tickling between the rubbery flaps of his urethral opening.

Even as his tip passed over the nub the first time, a purr like before was escaping his sister's throat. After the first couple of brushes, her lips had opened and a noise came from her that made his heart beat heavily; it was almost like she was crying, but instead of her lips pulling back in sobbing, her chin was dropped and her lips were in a vague o-shape, her cheeks a deep shade of red.

Her hips started to buck, making it difficult for him to keep up his tip-rubbing. He finally couldn't keep up, and receded from brushing her.

Her moan had changed to sounding like the latter-half of a yawn, repeating the same vowel over and over again:

"Hah... hah... hah... hah..."

She panted, her thighs twitching and those muscles deep in her tummy squeezing and fluttering; in a strange way, the clenching was... disappointing. Like it was meant to be more satisfying than it actually was--and it was already very satisfying. She went limp lying on her back.

He watched pensively as she lied back, cheek resting against her pillow. He looked down between her legs, and saw something catch the light. Amidst that pink that had become very appealing and alluring to his eyes, there was a slight shine that caught the light. He scooted closer, and with a finger brushed over the pouting lips of her vulva.

"Mh," she stirred, her nethers pleasantly tingling at the touch. She craned her neck to look up, before propping herself up on her palms. Another touch at her folds made her knees flutter, and her throat let out another noise. "Wh-What're you doing?" She asked.

"Uhm... Y--You're uh... I-I don't wanna make you mad b-but..." He rubbed his thumb and index finger together, sniffing. "I... I think you mighta piddled a little," he told her.

"Huh?" She reached down with embarrassment, and rubbed at her folds. "Mmmh... hah!" She gasped, and then blushed when her brother looked at her with concern. "Oh-oh, uhm... I... I didn't piddle," she said. "I-I-I think... Uhm... I'm... I'm getting wet," she told him, her voice sort of hushed.

He cocked an ear. "What... What does that mean?" He asked.

She let out a nervous whimper. "The... The nurse didn't say it, I heard it from some of the girls who were t--talking about it. Th-They said that, uhm... W-Well, they said that, y'know, a boy gets all big and stiff when he wants to snuggle his dhh--his... dick into a girl's little... uhm... the little hole you found with your finger," she told him.

The explanation made his penis swell; it was similar to the dozens of times it had throbbed in the last while, except this time it was like he was flexing it, for it stayed swollen for a good few seconds before it relaxed.

"And... And so the girl gets... She gets wet, like uhm... Water comes out her hole, when she wants the boy to snuggle his dick inside. It... It makes it easier, or something."

They both looked slightly past each other in the awkward silence that followed. Until, at last, she leaned forward and touched the tip of his penis with her finger-pad.

"So... You wanna snuggle with me cuz you're stiff... And I'm wet, so... So you know I wanna snuggle with you... S-So, um..." She leaned back, patting her tummy. "C'mere... Crawl over me."

He hesitated for just a moment, but his loins were too demanding his reluctance to last very long. He crawled forward, tip rubbing the sheets until the flat of his tummy laid upon her equal but slightly bony mound. His breath hitched when he felt her fingers brush over his testicles, and his penis twitched with excitement. His tongue lolled out as he gazed at his sister's eyes, his focus down between his legs, where she had taken a light hold of his boyhood, and was rubbing the tip within her pouting, drooling petals, down towards the bottom.

They both let out a vocal murmur when his tip rested at the entrance of her little hole.

He could feel the dampness against his tip, creeping down the dorsal side just a little until it was impeded by his foreskin.

She could feel the crown of his shaft fitting right against the entrance of her hole, held in place by how perfectly it slotted within the small ring of her opening.

"Hohkay," she said, breathy, lying back and resting her palms on the sheets. "All ya gotta do is... is just... push in, and ple--eeeeeee!"

Something took him over. Something that compelled him. A burning, insatiable desire. Once his tip had found purchase within that warm, moist recess, he was compelled by it to push in. It desired to feel all around and along the entire length what it just barely felt about the crown: a tight, squeezing pressure, like a swaddling hug.

"Mmmhrrr... Mmmhrrr..." he purred, feeling the tight, warm tunnel clenching around his whole shaft. The softness was almost unbearable, and the fluttery squeezes and snug constrictions sent his vision seeing sparks. Added to that the noises that his sister made, like when he had rubbed his tip against that little nub, a building excitement bubbled up through his whole body with every beat of his heart until finally--

"Maawwrr! Maawwrr! Maawwrr!"

It came on like a blood-rush, but instead of the aching in his temples, he felt a rush like he was riding on a roller-coaster at a zillion miles an hour down to earth from the highest drop.

From the base of his balls, a rhythmic compulsion took him over; it traveled from the base of his penis all the way to his tip, and he felt spurts of something passing through his urethra. To balance out the intense convulsions in his groin, an embarrassingly pathetic, and strangely exhilarating, set of passionate mews escaped unbidden from deep within his throat.

He wanted to make it last as long as possible. The feeling was so good; better than anything he had ever felt before. Even after the compulsive spasms faded, he continued to try and will them on his own, to hold onto the fluttery, tingly feelings just a little longer.

But, his body quickly grew weary. He couldn't hold himself up, and so he gently fell upon his sister, his muzzle planting in her pillow right beside her head.

She hissed through her teeth. The sting that tore through her girlhood was only just now beginning to fade to a sore ache. His rhythmic throbbing had not helped a single bit, and her attempts to hold him still within her by flexing and clenching what muscles she could only agitated the pain.

While he felt big within her hole, after a few moments he started to shrink; and right as the ache faded, too. She rubbed at her eye to clear a tear that was trickling down her temple. As his penis shrank and receded from her depths, and she gave a tentative squeeze, she felt... slimy.

Breathing was getting a little difficult with her brother dozing on top of her. She used her hand to gently rap against his back up by his shoulder.

He grumbled, stirring.

"Get off," she huffed, squirming underneath him.

His body was sort of shaky as he tried to do a push-up motion. His penis felt cold when it slipped from her vulva, and the fuzzy fur of his groin felt matted and messy. He knelt back, and looked down. A chill crept down his spine. "Oh no..." He muttered.

She sat up.

"No, no-no--nonononononono."

Between his legs, his white crotch-fur and foreskin were stained a dark red. He glanced at her, and saw that her fur was colored the same, especially right around the bottom of her vulva.

"Would you re-lax?" She said, a little impatiently.

"Y-Y-You said you weren't bleeding, yet!" He told her in a panic. "Now you're gonna get a baby and mom and dad're gonna kill me!"

"I said," she cupped her vulva with one hand as she sat up and lightly slapped him across the face; "relax, doofus!"

His face dropped into slack-jawed shock after the slap.

She moved to lie on her side. "Did the nurse not tell you?" She muttered. "You just broke my... ugh, what'd she call it?" She shimmied in lurches toward the side of the bed. "I dunno, but I'm not on my period. You just broke through my He-Man or whatever it's called."

"H--He-Man?" He repeated.

"Don't get any blood on my covers," she grumbled.

He looked down, and covered his crotch with his hand. There were actually a couple drops, but they were feint and blended in with the matte purple color of her covers.

"C'mon," she beckoned, opening her door. When she saw he was following, she walked out into the hall toward the restroom. "Girls have a thing just inside her hole," she explained to him. "It's called a He-Man or something, and you were supposed to go slow, cuz when you break through it, it hurts. That's probly why I'm bleeding. Doofus."

He had passed her, and opened the bathroom door ahead of her. "You never said anything about going slow," he told her.

"Well I was gonna right before you just barged right in," she snapped back at him, doing just that through the held-open bathroom door, without a thanks to acknowledge the gesture.

His stomach bubbled with a bit of guilt, a frog swelling in his throat as he saw her head over to the tub.

She stepped in, and squatted, turning on the faucet.

He watched, unsure of what to do, and so was reluctant to both enter or leave.

She wet her hand in the water, checking the temperature, and then began rubbing her fingers over her groin. After a few moments, filled with wet squelching and the gentle trickle of water, her fur was just as white as when she had woken up that morning.

She looked up at her brother. "C'mere," she beckoned.

He hesitated for a second, trying to figure out if she was still mad.

She patted the side of the tub. "Wastin' water, here."

Collecting himself, he shuffled over.

She coaxed him into the tub and pried his hands off his junk. "So," she held a wet finger to his floppy boyhood, noticing the glistening bit of slime that smelled heavily of musk; "I think you jizzed, right?"

He gulped, his penis bouncing against his fuzzy pouch when she let it drop. He gasped when her moistened hand covered his crotch, rubbing all around.

"What'd it feel like?" She asked.

"Uhm..." His hips jerked back a little, and she receded. He relaxed, and she went back for him again, and he tried to keep from flinching. "I... I dunno..."

"You don't know?" She looked up at him, her sapphire eyes shimmering incredulously.

"W-W'll," he stepped one foot out a little to steady his stance. "I mean... it... it happened really fast. I wasn't... really ready to like think about it. It kinda... was really dizzying and made me feel like I held my breath for too long."

She wrung her hands and turned off the water. "That doesn't sound very fun," she stood up and grabbed her violet towel and his blue, tossing his over to him. "I thought it was s'posta feel good."

"It did," he blurted, pausing to exchange a glance with her before she began rubbing to towel over her crotch. "I--I mean, now that you said that... I remember it felt... Really nice."

"You were really throbby," she remarked, blushing as she glanced at him.

He looked back, unable to really respond to her statement.

"Your jizz felt kinda slimy. I think I can still kinda feel it," she stood up, pointing at her tummy just above her pubic bone, "up and down here," she traced the line of her vaginal passage. "It's like... I can feel it squishing around when move." She shifted from one foot to the other demonstrably.

"S--Sorry," he mumbled, holding his towel to his crotch.

"Why you sorry?" She asked, tossing her towel onto the side of the tub and approaching him, her hand reaching to snag his raised tail and twirl it within her fingers.

"I... I didn't mean to hurt you... I honestly didn't know," he tried to explain.

"Bro..." She bumped him with her hip. "It's okay. It's like I said earlier, I never mean to get you in the balls, so... We're even." She let his tail go. "Ready to go back to my room?"

"Uhm..." He looked toward the toilet. "I... I hafta tinkle first," he told her.

She took in an excited breath. "Can I watch?" She clasped her hands together by her chin in a pleading posture. "I wanna watch! Please-please-please-please-please?"

He blushed. "You--Why--What for?" He finally decided.

"Cuz! I've never seen it, duh," she grabbed the towel that blocked her view, and tore it out of his hands. "Oh..." She blushed, pulling the towel behind her as if to keep him from retrieving it to cover himself back up. "You--You're stiff again," she observed.

Feeling her eyes on him, his boyhood swelled up with a throb. "F--F-Fine, you... you can watch." He said, for he really did have to pee; and for some reason it was very badly, like he had guzzled a whole gallon of apple juice. Quickly making his way to the toilet, he lifted up the seat. He assumed the position, and gasped with a start when he felt his sister press against his back.

"Hee-hee, your tail tickles my privates," she told him, looking over his shoulder. She watched as he used his hands to point his penis downward, and used his fingers to retract the foreskin a little bit to get it out of the way.

He swallowed. Despite his feeling of urgency, after a few agonizing moments the muscle of his bladder remained firmly sealed shut. He subtly widened his stance, readjusting his point. After a few more moments, he felt her shift to look over his other shoulder.

"Does it usually take this long?" She asked, a little dismayed.

"S-S-S-Sometimes," he stammered. "It doesn't help with you watchin', really," he admitted.

"Aww, you gotsa shy blah-durr," she said with a babyish inflection.

"You're not helping," he muttered.

"Oh, you want me to help?" She asked.

He flinched when her hands intruded upon his, prying his away.

Her pelvis pressed against his rump, and her hands had taken over holding him.

He held onto her wrists. Gazing down almost helplessly as she pulled his skin back and pointed him down with one hand, and pressed her thumb against his stomach just a couple inches above his base with the other.

"C'mon widdle guy," she cooed. "I'ss o'tay, you dun gotsa be shoi."

He closed his eyes, his rear tightening nervously while the spot where her thumb gently pressed and rubbed in a circle fluttered. After a few seconds, he suddenly felt the muscle loosen, and his stream began to flow.

She took in a breath. "Whoa," she remarked.

He whimpered, and the muscle tightened; his stream abruptly halted.

"That was it?" She asked, but noticed he was whining. "What's wrong?"

"Nnnnngh it cut off," he told her, and panted, but just as he told her, the muscle relaxed again and he let out a moan of relief as his knees turned inward with his toes, and slightly bent. His hands grabbed onto her thighs for support.

"Oh whoa-whoa-whoa, okay," she muttered with concentration, when his stream suddenly burst back to life. She hadn't expected it, and so he was pointed up toward the toilet lid, and she had let his skin push back forward. But after he started, his stream splattering against the back rim of the bowl, she corrected the aim and eased his skin back, though some of it had already dribbled onto her fingers.

Her ears tickled with the sound of dribbling water, and she could feel the rush of the stream in his shaft, like a little tiny hose. She watched the clear liquid shoot out in a straight line, right into the bowl, just like one of their pressurized squirt-guns. After a moment, though, the stream weakened, the angle quickly heading toward their side of the bowl. She eased him downward, until that powerful stream was just a few little drops.

"Hhhhhuuuuuh..." He relaxed with a sigh. He straightened his posture, while his sister half-stepped to the side, reaching for the toilet paper. "What're you doing?" He questioned, when she tore off a sheet.

"Cleaning you off, duh," she told him, rubbing over his tip with the toilet paper, as well as her hand where his urine had dribbled on her.

"Uhm... I don't use toilet paper," he told her.

"Gross! You mean you just pull your undies up and waltz on out?" She said with disgust.

"No. I never used toilet paper, I just shake it," he demonstrated, using his fingers to shake his half-stiff penis. "I usually don't get it on my hand like you did. In fact, I never do."

"Well sor-ry," she replied, dropping the toilet paper in the bowl. "Now move," she said, stepping beside him and nudging him out of the way.

"Hey, what gives?" He grumbled, stepping away in the direction she was practically shoving him in, using his hand to keep from running into the sink.

"You peein' made me hafta pee," she told him, raising her tail and poising her rump, reaching back and moving the seat down. She felt a bit of moisture against the curve of her buttocks, and giggled.

"What?" He questioned, stepping in front of her.

"Nothin', just... Sometimes you pee on the seat and I get really mad at you, but this time you did and it was my fault," she said with a shrug. "Hey... wanna watch me?" She asked, her knees closing together as she sat a bit cutely, shimmying from side to side on the potty.

He blushed. "Uhm... I... I guess so," he said, trying to pretend like he wasn't morbidly curious. "I mean, since you got to see me, you'd better," he said, hiding behind that rationalization.

"Well, fine, whatever," she replied, pointing in front of her. "Get down here so you can see," she instructed.

He dropped to one knee in front of her, the little carpet in front of the toilet not all that comfortable to fully kneel on. He watched with fascination as she then spread her knees to either side of the bowl, and leaned forward, resting an arm on one knee to support her awkward posture. She used the other hand to spread her folds, pointing her vulva toward the water.

"Ready?" She asked.

He nodded. A few seconds later, his eyes pulsed as he saw a thin stream of water shoot from the top part of her pink, from a really small hole that he thought was just a little pip in the soft flesh. The stream was strong at first, but quickly weakened, and then dribbled down from the hole and over her flesh.

She leaned back, tearing off another couple sheets of toilet paper. She used it to rub over her vulva, then dropped it down into the bowl. She tore off another sheet, patted it against her pink, and checked it. She repeated what she did before, and tore off another sheet, patting herself. This time, she didn't rub, and just dropped it in.

"There. Whatchya think?" She asked, sitting back with her knees spread wide, her vulva on display for him. She leaned a little forward, and peeked down. "Makes you wanna stick it back in my hole?"

He flinched with a start, and looked down at his crotch, his dick pointing right up at her. He looked back up, and saw her making to stand. He stood up, intending to step away, but then froze when her hand reached out and gripped his boyhood; and it throbbed with delight.

She already had good balance when she grabbed him, so there was no tugging or pulling on his privates--not that she intended to in any way--and she felt the subtle pulse. "C'mon, doofus," she ushered, gently walking with her gentle grip still on his shaft.

He didn't have a choice with her ahold of his boyhood. If she got too far ahead, he was almost afraid it would get yanked right off. He didn't know if that could happen, and didn't want to find out! But, she didn't seem to intend on dashing back to her room, but rather casually walking. Maybe she was keen on his sudden fearful thoughts, and was walking slow to not distress him, for there was no feel of tension in his loins at all.

Back in her room, she let him go, but in such a way that she held his up girth up by her fingertips even as they slipped out from under him. She walked foot-over-foot to her bed, tail twitching behind her, and pulled the covers down until they were nearly at a heap on the floor. When she turned back to her brother, he was holding his underwear. "Whaddaya doing with those?" She rhetorically asked, marching over to him and snatching them. She locked eyes with him, and brought the inside of the fly to her nose, giving it a deep whiff.

She went back to her bed, and stuffed the pair of briefs in her pillow case, and rolled onto the bed with her heels near either edge. "Get your pink butt over here," she told him.

"Hey, sis, listen," he began, approaching her all the same; "I... I don't wanna do anything if it hurts you, okay?" He took hold of her tail as it flicked over to him, cradling the pom. "Playing rough is one thing... but, this--"

"Aww," she half-rolled so that her hand could reach his chest, resting on it. "You can be a sweet doofus, sometimes," she complimented, her fingertips roving down his chest and tummy, until she cradled his pouch. "But, you're all stiff again and," she lied back, the forefinger of her other hand finding and slipping into her hole, wiggling around a little before bringing it back out, showing it to him; "I'm even wetter than before. So, don't try to pretend like you don't wanna snuggle back in my hole, cuz we both know we both want it--"

"Yeah but," he interrupted, "I don't--"

"Oh my gosh-would you let me finish?" She said with a frustrated rapidity. "Cuz I'm tryin' to tell ya that it only hurts the first time. So..." She lied back, shimmying. "Besides, you got to jizz and I didn't. I wanna; you hurt me earlier, so you owe me that much."

Gritting his teeth, only because he still felt a little guilty, her reassurance and even the excuse she gave him quickly won him over. "Fine," he crawled up on the bed, getting between her legs and hovering over her. "But, let it be known I was trying to be nice to you."

She smiled, and sat up halfway. "Head-pats and kissies," she said, doing just that upon his scalp and nose, before returning back to the comfort of the pillow. "But hey!" She held up her hand. "You go slow this time, 'kay?"

He swallowed, and nodded. "I will," he assured her, holding his boyhood steady. "Can I try to find it, this time?" He asked.

She giggled. "Sure. Just remember to search toward the bottom--but don't go too low!"

"Why?" He asked, and then looked down, the gear turning just as he laid eyes upon her anatomy. "Oh," he said, feeling a bit sheepish as he stared at her butthole. He adjusted his posture, and used his left forefinger to help guide his tip by touching her petals. "Whoa... you are wetter," he murmured, feeling the slipperiness of the silky smooth flesh coated with a bit of moisture. His tip tingled pleasantly as he rubbed it over her folds, appreciating the warmth and softness she had to offer.

After a few moments, his breath hitched. He found the hole with his finger, and settled his crown back into it. "O--Okay... You ready?"

"Slow." She said, lying back and trying to relax.

"Slow..." he repeated, gently pushing. He let out a strained grunt when his whole tip popped in suddenly, and she let out a gasp. "Sorry," he said, but she merely replied with steadying breaths. He swallowed again, and leaned over her, resting his hands outside her upper arms. He slowly pushed in, and matched her fluttery breathing as he did.

Her hole was snug, and he could feel his pulse--or her pulse--within its tightness. For the first moment or two, every little centimeter he pushed forward, her natural snugness forced his foreskin to retract back, quickly exposing the nubby barbs that covered the top half of his tip. Every few seconds, he could feel her twitch, flutter, or squeeze down. "Ohhh..." He let out a low groan.

"Ahhh..." She replied, leaning her chin back and raising her pelvis slightly. He was big, and thick; and this time, without the sharp sting and ache of his sudden entry, she could enjoy and appreciate the way his stiffness dilated her chamber as it pushed its way in, stretching the tight ring at her entrance wider and wider while something toward his tip grazed her supple flesh in a tickly way. "Nnngh! This feels so good!" She blurted out, her voice a mix of a purr and a growl. She clutched the bottom sheet in her hands, and pulled her heels back so she could lay her feet flat to help stabilize her rump as he pushed ever forward.

After just a few moments, and dozens of racing heartbeats between them, he felt his fuzzy pouch tap against the highlights of her thighs, and settle against the little patch of fur between the hole his penis was buried in, and the other one.

"Hauh... hauh... hauh... hauh..." His breaths were laced with a kind of whine he couldn't help making; and he rested his cheek upon his sister's, feeling her breath tickle his shoulder as she panted. She had said it just a few seconds go: it felt so good! The way her tunnel hugged him tightly, the way she was warm and soft, the way a little bit of her nectar dribbled onto his nuts, and even the way his foreskin had been pulled back further than he thought it ever could to expose so much of his pink to hers; everything about it just felt good.

"You didn't... didn't jizz this time?" She asked.

He lifted up to gaze down at her. "I... I don't think so."

She squinted at him in a half-smile. "Good. Otherwise you'd have two, and that wouldn't be fair at all." She told him.

"You didn't jizz either?" He asked, a little confused and concerned.

She shook her head. "You gotta pull back out and push back in over and over; it'll feel better and better for me each time, 'till we jizz. I think you just got a little excited the first time, ya big doofus." She teased.

He blushed. "Sorry... I didn't mean to." He rested his palms on the bed. "So... I pull out like this?" He drew back.

"Oh-hoh-ooooooooohmygoshBuhuuuhneee!"

He froze; her moan had started off low and encouraging, but quickly reached a crescendo with the guttural exclamation of his name. Terrified he'd hurt her, he held his breath while she squeezed him tighter than she ever had before, and shook with how tense she was clenching the rest of her muscles.

He started to see sparkles in his eyes and get a bit dizzy when she finally calmed down. It was only when she slowly opened her eyes, and he saw that she was panting with a relaxed and almost blissful expression, that he managed to let his breath out.

"Hah--Hah--Holy cow," she let her cheek hit the pillow.

"D--Did I hurt you again?" He asked, voice tensed with dread.

She let out a breathy giggle. "You... You doofus," she rested the back of her hand above her eye. "If you... If you hurt me, I'll... I'll kick you or something," she muttered. "I wasn'... wasn't ready for that..." She let out a breath, and then readjusted her lying posture. "But this time, I am," she said, with a bit more energy. "Okay... Pull it out more," she told him.

Still uncertain, he tentatively began pulling out more, watching her carefully.

She let out another moan, her pelvis beginning to jerk up and her tunnel squeezing out of reflex. "Do'h sto'h; kee'g'h," she told him, her voice hitching and cutting off her syllables. Her eyes were seeing sparks like a TV on a snow-channel. The shocks of pleasure that came from the ceiling of her tunnel as he pulled out, and from where before that tickly feeling was now a series of little dragging tugs, made her body go limp with the pleasure that coursed through her legs down to her toes, and up her tummy to her nipples.

She let out a squeal of delight when that tugging arrived at the entrance of her tunnel, snagging onto and tugging against the brim of the ring, before popping free and grazing over it. She then let out a passionate growl to help the new feelings course through her body, Finally, she lay, limp and weak.

"Are you... are you okay?" He asked her, voice still concerned.

"Am I o-kay!?" She asked, bursting up with vigor. "Lemme see that thing!" She reached forward, holding his package in her hands. "Calm down, doofus," she told him when he tried to recede and shiver like he had when they watched the scary movie Saturday night. Her thumb found them; those little nubs, like the little rubber bumps on the handle of one of mom's brush to help give it a better grip. "That's it," she said with certainty.

"Wh--What's it?" He asked with worry.

"These things," she said, her thumb rubbing over the barbs; she noted his reaction: an excited throb and a tiny twitch of his pelvis toward her thumb, as if the touch tricked him into thinking he was back inside her. "I could feel them, inside me," she explained, continuing to brush them fondly. "They kinda tickled on the way in... but on the way out..."

She took in a breath. "Okay, here's the deal." She sat up a little, looking him in the eye. "You stop being a wussy doofus. Push it all the way in; you don't have to go that slow when you do. But then, when you pull it out, take it slow, so I can..." She shivered, rubbing her finger-pad over the barbs from back to tip, as if it was the ceiling of her tunnel. "S--S-So I can... I can feel it," she said, in a hushed whisper almost like speaking of He Who Shall Not Be Named, for fear that the magic of the act would then lose its effect. "Got it?"

He closed his eyes, taking a moment to steel himself. When he felt her brush over his barbs a few times, he opened them, and nodded. He was given a smile, and, to his surprise, a soft kiss upon the lips. When her hand left him, he almost felt... sad; he had started to enjoy the way she so tenderly stroked him, for it had given him such nice tingles that excited his pouch.

She lied back. "And, hey," she said, getting comfortable. "Don't pull it out all the way... Just... Almost all the way, then push back in, 'kay?"

He nodded.

"And, hey."

He paused, holding his penis, ready to settle it into her entrance.

"Uhm... I... Y'know, I..." She bit her lip. "Uhm I--If something doesn't feel right, or whatever, for you, you can stop--otherwise, don't--and... and I'll hit your back--nicely--if I want you to stop, okay?"

"Sure." he agreed, and waited for her to fully lie back before crawling over her. To his odd excitement, it didn't take him a guiding finger nor more than a few tip-brushing seconds to find her hole once again. Though, in a way, he was guided by the wetness that was getting her fur, and his, quite a bit damp.

Though she told him not to go as slow on the inward stroke, he still took it cautiously. She didn't seem to mind, letting out a little huff as his base and pouch gently bumped against her vulva and perineum. The back-stroke was as instructed: slow and gentle. Halfway out, he even thought to try and tilt his hips back, so that his little barbs dragged over her tender, sensitive flesh at a slight angle.

"Hmmmmmmm--ah! Awhwhwhwhwh..."

His efforts were wholesomely rewarded. Though she didn't react quite as dramatically as before, the noises she made and the way her hips rose as if following his motion, were intense all the same. Just as he felt the cool air on nearly all of his length, fully coated in her natural feminine lubricant, he changed the tension in his muscles and began pushing back in, against her hips which were still dragging along with his previous motion.

They both let out a sheepish whine, but they were such timid noises that the squelch of his entry was heard by them both. Their cheeks burned, the soft, wet noise delighted by him and embarrassing to her.

But she was not given much time to brew in her bashfulness, for he receded again, and the barbs sent her weak with spasming bliss. From her throat, the moans came as a natural and instinctive way to both express her pleasure, and keep it from overwhelming her by letting some of the steam out.

His transition from backstroke to forward thrust rolled even more smoothly than last time, his hips dipping down slightly to conserve and redirect his momentum. His penis quickly dilated her fluttering tunnel, gently stretching it as he buried himself deeply within her--and then he let out a feeble whimper.

Anngh! Broh-oh-oh..." Tears escaped her eyes, and she opened them to stare up at him as he paused. "Hauh!" She gasped in surprise, when she felt him throb excitedly within her, thinking he had just jizzed again, but also for another reason: his tip was pushing against something. Something deep inside her; that made her thighs flutter and her legs go numb for a second as his crown settled within it, akin to how it slotted within the ring of her entrance. She could feel the root of his boyhood smooshing her vulva, actively pressing as firmly as he could against her, which also meant the top part of her vulva, where his finger and tip had made her feel wriggly and squirmy, was stimulated.

As if to test the feelings again, his penis throbbed and twitched within her, and he winced with delight when her tunnel constricted around him, and she let out a quick, chirpy mew.

That mew then drew into a long moan as he receded, his instincts taking over. He started to like the noises she made; they excited and encouraged him, and made him twitchy all around his penis and balls. He wanted to do things that kept her making those noises, and began to figure out how to make particular ones.

When he thrust in, he ground his roots and fuzzy pouch against her, and his tip against that little spot where it nestled against the end of her tunnel: this made her squeak and mew. When he pulled out, he would lift his pelvis up, making certain he dragged his barbs along her supple flesh, and would even slightly twist left or right to graze them over different spots: this made her moan, deeply and gutturally, and occasionally she would clench the whole time he pulled out before going limp with a weak whimper of pleasure.

In and out; forward and back; firm and slow.

After a few dozen reps, they were a chorus of whimpers, whines, moans, and mews. Their bodies shivered with pleasure, their sexes throbbing and clenching, pink touching pink everywhere they could inside. Soaked in her feminine juices, her perfume rose into the air and spurred him on like an aphrodisiac. Soft and squishy squelches punctuated every inward thrust.

Suddenly, he felt her arms around his back, and her thighs brushed his hips as her legs raised up and wrapped about his waist.

"Buh--Br-Bro, I-Ih-hooooooah! F-Faster! D-D-Deeper! All the way!" She instructed him, her brain speaking only and exactly what she wanted.

He felt a flutter in his tummy and behind his balls, and returned the tight hug she had on him as best he could with his arms, digging them between her back and the sheets. He did as she told him, to the best of his ability. He pushed in, and began churning in short, rapid thrusts, unable to pull back any more than a few inches with how tightly her ankles were locked against the small of his back. His tip began tapping at that spot in the back of her chamber, like a gentle hammer to a soft, tender nail.

"Ah-ah-aoh-oh-ohmmmm-rrawrr--mrraaaaarrw!"

His whole body quivered as he felt that little spot suddenly get very warm, and his tip sank in even deeper, past an even tighter ring than when it popped into her entrance. Then, with a set of the most entrancing, passionate mews he had ever heard, the entire tunnel, so soft and silky, began bearing down all around him in powerful, rhythmic convulsions.

Then, he, too, began to rapidly and rhythmically throb, with his own set of embarrassing mews of ecstasy. It was like a dance; as she bore down he swelled up, both resisting one another in a wave that traveled from entrance and hilt, to tip and cervix. All the way down, his thin, watery semen encouraged to burst out and settle warmly and soothingly within her womb.

It lasted for what felt like both forever, and not long enough.

They lay in a quivering, twitching, limp pile of brotherly and sisterly fur and fluids. He had rolled off her, and she followed with him, so that they lied upon their sides. Her legs were still around him, holding him locked within her silken chamber, reluctant to let him leave.

But, over a few moments, as the turbulent swirling rush of endorphins that flooded all over her brain began to settle to but a sloshy ripple, she could feel the sudden pop as his tip softened and slipped free of her cervix. Her chamber slowly relaxed in the absence of his girth to keep it dilated. His watery, immature seed began to trickle out, some last little spurts leaving his penis as it began to shrink to flaccidity between her legs.

He did not slip free of her passage entirely, but only remained limply within the first inch or so. When she unhooked her legs, which had acquired an ache with how stiffly and tightly she had kept them locked about his waist, the slight motion was all it took for his now-teensy-weensy boyhood to slip from her folds.

She disentangled herself from him, rolling onto her back. With a moment to reflect in afterglow, she propped herself up with her left forearm, and made for her loins with her other hand.

"Ooo," she cooed, as she felt the dampness with her fingers. Everywhere where her fur was white around her groin, and even some places where it was pink, she was wet with either her own feminine nectar, or with his runny, slimy, sticky semen. She pushed a finger into her folds, an eyelid twitching with how suddenly sensitive she was. Her finger-pad brushed against the ceiling, where his barbs had previously dragged and tugged; she found that spot to be incredibly sensitive, so much that she actually had a flash cross her eyes and her body went limp for a split-second before she regained control.

She pulled her finger free, and saw that it was covered in the milky, sticky fluid. She brought it to her muzzle, sniffing it. "Mmm..." She let out a soft moan, the musky scent tickling her sinuses and sending a bubbly shiver down her chest and tummy, which then ended in a weak flutter of her passage. Impulsively, she popped the semen-coated finger into her lips.

Her rough tongue licked over it, and she pulled her finger out, popping from the bit of suction she applied. It tasted a little bitter, and a little salty, but...

Her brother suddenly shifted, rolling onto his back. Her eyes snapped to his privates, and she saw that his itty-bitty penis, all shrunken up and cute, as well as the white fur around it, was also covered in both their passionate fluids.

With a heated breath, she moved, her muzzle hovering over his fragile-looking penis and balls. She sniffed him, as if to confirm that what matted his fur was indeed what she was interested in, before her tongue came out. She started at the crux of his near thigh, licking gently. She held his knee down as he started to twitch, to keep him steady so she could get all that she could.

Her cheeks burned as she dragged her tongue along up to his tummy, lifting up his soft little guy to get at the mess underneath it. She drew away, looking over the flaccid thing. She marveled at its diminutive size, knowing just how big it could get when he wanted to snuggle in her hole. It was... cute, in a doofusy kind of way.

Maybe... Maybe even not in a doofusy kind of way.

With blushing cheeks, she quickly took a glance at his face.

His eyes were closed, cheek turned to the side and resting against the side of her pillow.

Tentatively, her lips drew nearer to the frail little thing. Then, very quickly, she planted a kiss upon it. She quickly thought, that if he stirred, she was... she was just thanking it, for making her feel so good.

That was it.

In the periphery of her right eye, she caught glance of his fuzzy pouch. She hovered her muzzle over it, gazing upon it. Her fingertips brushed the bit of fur from behind in her move to hold them. They were so soft, and so petite; they felt like firm grapes as she tentatively applied the faintest pressure with her thumb. She felt an appreciation for how tender they were from that touch, and followed that appreciation with an equally tender kiss upon the fuzzy curve of each one. She even snuck a third kiss within the pith between them and the root of his floppy penis.

Confident she was gentle, she licked them clean, taking particular delight at running her tongue up and down over the seam between them, feeling them droop on either side of her tongue.

She went from his pouch to his boyhood proper, sucking the soft little latent pecker into her muzzle. She suckled it a couple times, cleaning off the mess that they had both made.

She quickly jerked away and straightened up when she felt him stir.

"Mmmh... S--Sis?" He questioned.

She blushed. "H--Hey, doofus," she shyly murmured.

"D--Did... Did we... Really have sex?" He asked, rubbing at his eye.

She crawled up to lie next to him, and took his hand. Looking into his violet eyes, she pressed his fingers to her vulva, and let him go to explore on his own--which he did. Though she was still a little sensitive, his rubbing was pleasant.

After he was reassured, he brought his fingers up and noticed they were covered in the sticky, gooey mess; proof of their act. But, the proof was only there for so long, as she suddenly sucked his fingers into her muzzle, her tongue tracing over them as she licked them clean, all while he stared into her sapphire eyes.

She let his fingers go, and then shimmied up to bump his nose. "Hey, uhm... Bro?" She said, in a shy whisper.

"Huh, sissy?" He asked in return, his voice relaxed and happy.

She pressed her lips to his, letting out a soft moan as she fully kissed him, but briefly. "I... I just..." She took in a deep breath. "I know... I don't say this very often... B-But..."

He smiled at her, as she rested her hand on his heart, which was beating rather fast.

"I... I really... really and truly... Love... You..."

He smiled, and then flinched when her hand whipped down and cupped his loins; her face burst into a mischievous smile.

"...r penis-penis-penis-penis-penis-penis--penis!"