It was a cold night, but it was by no means quiet. On that Friday, only a handful of days before Christmas, the city was bustling with activity. Whether it was last minute shoppers trying desperately to find the right gift for their loved ones, or people enjoying the festivities, namely the annual fair that offers a variety of exported goods. For some, however, it was a quiet time, for they were still working despite the sun having set so early into the afternoon. This was no less true for two individuals, who were getting dressed and ready for an office party. "We're off, you two." A leanly built, appropriately dressed raccoon stood by the front door and looked up as a slender, black-furred feline slowly descended the stairs above, dressed in a slim red dress with a jacket over the top to keep her warm. The raccoon's gaze raked up and down the woman's figure, and as she stopped at the bottom of the stairs he pulled her in, hooking an arm around the small of her back. "Ugh, dad, save it for the party!" From the living room, another black-furred feline leant over the back of the couch and stuck her tongue out at them through the doorway. "Don't be childish, Amanda," The older feline teased. "You're 18 now, you know." The younger cat, Amanda, stuck out her tongue even wider and giggled, leaning up from the couch and rounding its surface as she stepped through the door frame towards them. "Besides, your mother is beautiful." The raccoon argued and Amanda rolled her eyes, reaching out to hug her mother tightly before doing to same to her dad. "She is," Amanda assured them, taking in the sight of her mother by looking her up and down. "Gorgeous. You look handsome too, dad." "That means the world, Amanda." The raccoon offered a wide, toothy grin and Amanda pulled a face, roughly patting his shoulder as she glanced to her mother, then back to her father. Unlike her parents, the black feline was dressed in casual clothes-- her parents were going out to a fancy office party, whilst Amanda and her twin brother were staying inside. Both of them were 18 and didn't need babysitting, but their parents still looked after them nonetheless. "Remember, money's on the counter for pizza." Amanda's mother insisted and the younger feline groaned, rolling her eyes. "Mom, it's cool. I'm 18, I can just cook something," She insisted, but her mother's stern look made her wither. "Fine, fine, I'll order pizza." "Accommodate your brother," She insisted. "And no friends!" "Yeah, yeah," Amanda waved a hand in mock dismissal. "Everyone's busy anyway, since it's so close to Christmas...me and Sully'll just watch a movie." Her parents seemed convinced, though Amanda had no indication of lying to them-- she was being truthful when she said no friends were coming over. Though she was something of a social butterfly and made friends easily, she didn't really feel like socialising right now anyway. Sully was the one exception; he was, after all, her twin brother, and Amanda was the type of girl who cared a lot about her family. After a moment, the raccoon checked his watch and whistled, petting his wife on the arm. "Time to go," He insisted, turning the handle of the front door and pulling it open so that the older feline could step through, after plucking her purse from the little hooks on the wall. "If you have any issues, Amanda, give us a call. My phone will be on." "I'll be fine, dad. Go have fun!" She insisted, and her father gave her a look before he stepped over the lip of the front door, following his wife down to their sleek little teal-coloured Hyundai i10. Amanda watched them walk down the concrete patio and they slipped into the car, a quiet silence filling the suburban plot for a moment, before the engine rumbled to life. The 18-year-old leant against the door frame and watched as they pulled out the driveway, and her father flashed the headlights at her in farewell before they drove off, disappearing down the street towards the heart of the city. Amanda's parents worked at the same firm and held an office party around this time every year; it was always a lot of fun for them, and Amanda loved seeing them have a good time and get dressed up. With a sigh, Amanda closed the door shut and breathed in the silence of the house for a moment, enjoying the quiet. It didn't last as long as she wanted, for on the floor above she heard a reasonably loud bang, enough to shake the ceiling ever so slightly. "Sorry!" She heard a male's voice call from above and Amanda groaned, before stepping towards the staircase. She placed her hands on the bannisters and leant forwards, looking up at the floor above. "Sully! I'm ordering pizza, what do you want?" She called, and there was a moment of silence before a head appeared from the railing above, looking down at her. A messy tuft of black hair framed the man's face and his distinctive banded raccoon face scrunched with confusion. Though Sully was her twin, he had a completely different species from her-- the doctors said it was a 'one in a million miracle'. People often mistook them as just plain old siblings, and usually they didn't try to correct them; only those who were close to them were aware of how close they really were. "Mom and dad are gone already?" Sully asked, and Amanda wordlessly nodded her head, causing the raccoon to avert his gaze briefly. "The hell, they didn't even say bye..." "I mean, dad said they were going," Amanda pointed out, watching as her brother's face disappeared before the entirety of him appeared at the top of the stairs, slowly descending. "But enough of that-- what do you want on the pizza?" "Uh, shit, I don't know," The raccoon bounced his way down the stairs in just a pair of loose boxers and a T-Shirt, headphones wrapped around his neck with his phone stuffed in his pocket. "What do we normally get? Chicken and mushroom?" "Yeah," Amanda leant against the wall, adjusting her black pyjama bottoms at the hip. "You still good with that?" Sully's shrug all but confirmed his approval and the feline leant up from the wall, brushing her wavy two-toned hair from her shoulders so that it ran down her clothed back, its tips a bright blonde whilst the rest of it was a warm, tawny brown. As she walked, her chest bounced in her tight shirt, and its front was emblazoned with some slogan or logo that was all intents and purposes didn't matter, and lacked any kind of meaning. Sully followed after her as she went into the kitchen, and he leaned against the island counter as she took the money from its surface, rummaging through a nearby drawer for one of the many different take-out menus they had stashed within. They didn't deliberate much on their choice of food, and as Amanda spoke on the phone, Sully loitered around the kitchen, looking in the fridge for something to eat. Sully was about as chill as Amanda could be-- whilst the feline girl was headstrong and a little tomboyish, Sully was a stereotypical 18-year-old man, a little immature and horny but otherwise down-to-earth. He wasn't the clout-seeking type, and in any instance would prefer a small gathering over a massive party, but he could be friendly around the right people. In Amanda's often expressed opinion, Sully's best trait was how honest he was about his emotions, and Sully often vocalised himself with actions as opposed to words. To that end, some people considered him 'more mature' than the 'average boy', though he'd be inclined to disagree. As he reached for a snack in the fridge, Amanda batted his arm and gave him a withering gaze, causing him to relent; she could act like her mom sometimes, though she might not notice it. "Alright, done," Amanda put the phone down and lingered by the open fridge, before gesturing her brother out the way and reaching inside to pick out a bottle of wine. "What do you think? Mom and Dad will be fine with it, right?" "If you pay for it." A smirk crossed his face as he slid by her, reaching up to the cabinet to pull them out a couple of glasses. Neither of them were the type to drink all that often, but they certainly didn't mind it. He gestured to her and she followed him through into the living room, where they slumped into position on the couch. Sully put the glasses on the little coffee table and reached for the remote as Amanda popped the cork of the bottle with ease, having loosened it enough with a firm wiggle. She poured out a little bit in either glass and then placed the bottle on the counter, leaning back and taking a long and meaningful drink from hers without even swirling it around. Sully cast her a meaningful look, and she noticed, offering him a wry smile. "I kind of need the drink right now," She sighed. "I've broke it off with Tommy. It just wasn't working." "Knew it," Sully scoffed. "Always hated that fucker. He made you cry way too much." "Aww, you're so sweet, Sull," Amanda teased, reaching out to pinch his cheek, and the raccoon shrugged her hand away in response with an amused expression. "Any luck on the dating front?" "Eh...nah." Sully lied through his teeth. Though he wasn't a virgin, Sully hadn't dated a lot of people-- he didn't see the need, and he was a little too busy to really be paying attention to that sort of thing...at least, that's what he liked to tell himself. The truth of the matter, unbeknownst to Amanda, was that Sully had been crushing on a mutual friend of theirs, a cute rabbit girl called Izzy, for a couple of years. Unfortunately, Izzy had a long-term boyfriend, so Sully's hopes were dashed early and he hadn't been able to get over her since. It was simply easier on most occasions to brush off conversations of dating as him being too busy, usually. Amanda, however, knew her brother all too well-- she'd suspected for a while now that he had a crush, but never pushed it. "Hmm...fair enough," Amanda eyed him over her glass and took another plentiful sip, gesturing for him to drink as well. "No-one you have your eye on?" "You know I've been studying a lot to get that scholarship." Sully half-argued with her, leaning over to take his glass so he could glug a plentiful swig of it. It didn't burn, but it left a peculiar feeling in his throat that he often associated with booze. What percentage alcohol was the wine? He hadn't even bothered to check...neither had Amanda, really. "I know," Amanda pouted. "So have I...but you know, dating and meeting people and having fun is still pretty important, you know? You've got to be social, Sully..." "Like what you're doing right now?" He saw right through her, and his little quip had her glowering at him, her nostrils flaring as her trail stood on end. The raccoon cracked a smile and she diffused easily, leaning over to slap his knee. "You're lucky you're my brother, or I'd have slapped you across the face," She pointed out. "But come on, Sull. You've got such a pretty face...you've got dad's handsome genes, you know." A silence fell between them as Sully awkwardly tried to come up with something in response. It wasn't that Amanda rarely complimented him, it's just that he didn't really know what to think of it. He took another gulp of his wine and quickly realised he'd emptied his glass, and without skipping a beat the black-furred feline reached over to grab the bottle, and he instinctively held out his glass so she could pour more in. "Uh, well..." He began after she'd topped him up halfway, and took another drink, watching as she filled herself up too. "I mean, you're pretty as well...you've got moms genes, or whatever. I always thought you were too good for Tommy. Potheads are fine and all, but...he was just an ass. Didn't have his shit together. Isn't he failing school?" "Yeah..." Amanda mumbled, looking down at her glass. "But loving someone makes you do stupid shit." Silence fell between them again, and Sully once again didn't know what to say. Amanda silently brought her glass to her lips and swallowed mouthful after mouthful of wine, very quickly downing all of her glass. The wine bottle was already half-empty and they'd barely just started talking; Sully thought they were overdoing it, but it didn't seem like Amanda wanted to stop drinking, so he didn't police her on it. "You know..." She began, her voice already sounding a little slurred from how quickly and heavily she'd drank, especially before having something to eat. "I'm glad I have you here, Sull. You're always so nice, and a fuckin' virgin, and you always defend me over my shitty ex, and it's...it's just great, you know? You're such a nice guy, you deserve a nice girl." "Uh...firstly, I'm not a virgin, Amanda," Sully chuckled awkwardly and drank some more of his wine, lowering the grass and awkwardly cradling it with both hands. "But it's nice that you say that. I've never really though about having a girlfriend and stuff..." "You're lying, but it's okay," She drunkenly argued with him and then just as quickly circled the topic back around. "But I still really appreciate your company. You're so sweet and..." She trailed off and Sully caught her gaze raking over him, looking up and down...he didn't mind, necessarily-- they'd seen each other naked, whether accidentally or on purpose, multiple times-- but this was the first time he'd seen that kind of expression from her, especially with regards to him. With a chuckle, he swigged a bit more of his wine and then set the glass aside, leaning forwards to slowly coax her own glass from her hands. "I think you've had enough." He remarked, and she giggled, leaning forwards and deliberately fighting against his prying fingers, though she clearly wasn't putting a resistance out of spite, but to tease him. He fought with her on it for a little while, the both of them giggling, before he managed to loosen it from her fingers and leant over to set it aside. When he straightened back up towards her, she instinctively leant in, and he recognised how close she was. His own mind was a little fuzzy as the booze started to kick in, and he hadn't even realised how close her head was to his own until he was looking into her eyes. Before either of them knew what was happening, their lips brushed together. Wine brought them together, and their addled brains and loosened inhibitions caused them to kiss. It was soft and tender, experimental and brimming with tipsy passion, but was inevitably fleeting. No sooner had they kissed they pull away, and their sluggish, tipsy feeling very quickly sobered up once their minds comprehended what it is they just did. They paused for a moment, and as Amanda leant back she touched her lips, looking down at her hand. All Sully could think to do was avert his gaze and his face grew flushed; it wasn't his first kiss, but it didn't feel bad either. "That..." Amanda began, not sure what to say, and Sully cleared his throat as he straightened in his seat. He wasn't about to take another glass of wine-- more than anything, his heart was pounding. His sister slowly sat up in her seat and leant forwards, taking her glass from the table. To Sully's surprise, she took a small sip of it and then set it back down again, as if she were steeling herself. "We shouldn't have done that." She eventually said, and Sully hummed his approval, his nerves effectively shot. A tremor rushed through him as he tried to calm his nerves, and he pushed himself back onto the couch to get more comfortable, tucking one leg under the other to get comfy. Despite Amanda's words, however, her expression told a different story; she looked a little shaken, but most definitely flushed. "Well, I didn't dislike it." Sully wasn't the type to keep his feelings to himself, and at his words, Amanda's eyes widened. She stared at him, mouth agape, before she cleared her throat and slowly leant back, pursing her muzzle. It was clear to Sully that she was deliberating it, and Amanda's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, questions and feelings. "...I didn't either." She admitted. Sully wasn't entirely surprised given her expression, but it was still a shock to hear her say those words. The two of them stared at each other for a moment before the raccoon shuffled a little closer, leaning forwards and turning towards her a little more. "Do you want to do it again?" He asked, and she slowly nodded, leaning a little closer herself. He reached out his hands towards her and after a moment, she pressed a hand to his chest. He felt some degree of force and realised she was pushing him back, just a little, and he relented for a moment, watching her face. "But first," She insisted quickly, brushing her gaze down. "We should make some ground rules, right?" "What kind of rules do we need?" Sully quipped, causing her to scoff for a moment. "Well, firstly...like, we should stop if we're uncomfortable, right?" She suggested, sounding apprehensive. "If it doesn't feel right, then we should just say stop and stop, no harm done." "I mean, yeah, of course. Jesus, Amanda, what do you take me for?" Sully sounded almost offended, and as he pulled away she tugged him back in, curling her fingers around the front of his shirt. "You know what I mean." She pursed her muzzle and he relented, aware that she was only being careful-- he did feel the same, even if he didn't like her tone at the time. He leant forwards once more and placed his hands on her forearms, and Amanda loosened her grip in response, dropping her hands. Wordlessly, Sully raised a hand and cupped her chin, forcing her to look up at him. His expression was hard to read, and frankly so was hers, but they didn't have to say anything. He drew his head forwards and, once again, they kissed. Their lips brushed, soft yet firm, and for a moment they lingered, experimenting with the feeling of it before Amanda pushed her head forwards and deepened the kiss. Sully instinctively reached out to put his hands on her upper arms and pulled her towards him, leaning back as she pushed forwards. His back met with the arm of the couch as she leant into him and he soon felt her tongue brushing against his pursing muzzle, and in response he opened his mouth, willingly accepting her with a low groan. She clung to him and his body prickled with a mixture of desire and unease-- it felt wrong to do things with his twin sister, but it also felt strangely right. He couldn't be sure if it was the wine making him feel like this, or if he were simply more open than most. Amanda was having similar thoughts, though she was significantly more tipsy than him. In her mind, Sully had always been rather attractive, and kept himself in shape...there was no reason why she didn't think he was hot, at least on some level, even if she'd never really thought about it. As they kissed, Amanda's hands roamed. They brushed from Sully's front and down his shirt, sneaking around to his sides. Sully did his best to hold her up, aware that she wasn't using either of her own hands to steady herself, and he soon felt her hands sneaking in under his shirt to brush with his grey fur. He giggled awkwardly against her lips and quietly gasped as he felt her tongue brush with his own, sending sparks of pleasure up his spine as her fingers raked through his fur and slid up his sides back towards his chest, feeling across his average muscles. Sully was neither muscularly defined nor flabby, sitting squarely within the regions of 'average' that made him conventionally attractive, but not a model. Sully greatly enjoyed the way she felt him up, but she didn't linger there for long. Her hands roamed across his chest and then snaked down towards his stomach, where Sully instinctively sucked in his stomach as they drifted even lower, plucking at the waistband of his boxers. Sully instinctively tensed when one of her hands brushed over the front of his underwear and felt what lay beneath. There was a quiet moment where Amanda paused and pulled back from their kiss, not moving her hand nor exploring further. Sully was rigid under her touch, both physically and literally, and he winced briefly as his cock, hidden beneath his boxers, twitched and pulsed up against her digits. If that wasn't an indication of how interested he was in pursuing what they were doing, then what was? His anxiety, however, stemmed from Amanda's reaction...but thankfully, the black-furred feline smiled, and she raised her gaze to meet his. "Do you want to go upstairs? The couch is a little uncomfortable." She asked quietly, and for a moment Sully didn't say anything, before he took her hand from his crotch and rose to his feet, pulling her along with him. Both of them were nervous, that much was obvious, and they quietly giggled as they made their way to the stairs and headed up towards the bedrooms above. Amanda thought that Sully might lead her to his own room, but to her surprise he passed his own bedroom door and headed further down the upper hallway, towards a room at the far end that both of them knew was their parent's room. "Sull, we can't--" Amanda began, but Sully didn't hesitate to open the door to their parent's room, greeting them to a fairly well-kept sort of bedroom. Clothes lay draped across the back of a chair sitting opposite a vanity table, and the wardrobe was wide open, revealing an array of different clothes for both genders. The sight didn't really shock either of them, considering their parents had been getting ready to go out not that long ago, but Amanda felt awkward being in their room without them home, especially given what they intended to do. Sully, however, clearly had no sort of shame on that front. "Better their bed than our cramped ones, right?" He argued, and she couldn't refute it-- she'd had sex with her ex-boyfriend on her own bed a few times, and the fact it was a single bed gave them very little room to be experimental. The feline squirmed on the spot, her tail swishing back and forth, and with a roll of his eyes the raccoon pulled her inside, leaving the door wide open as he slipped his hand around her waist and turned them, until she was facing away from the bed. "Wait," She began as he lowered his head, causing the 18-year-old man to freeze. "We shouldn't mess up their sheets." Sully paused, before he stepped to the side and grabbed his parent's blankets and duvet, throwing them towards the end of the bed so that only the bedsheets could be their cushioning, covered over the mattress topper. "We'll wash the sheets." He insisted, and before she could argue he directed and pushed her back, causing her to flop onto the bed. He towered over her for a moment before climbing up onto the bed atop her, and she scooted back so that her feet could lift from the floor. He shifted and adjusted and Amanda instinctively spread her legs to accommodate him settling in between them, but the pair of them were both clothed; they weren't quite yet at the stage where they'd do that yet. Instead, Sully lowered his head down and drew her into another kiss, propping himself up with both hands, and she reached up to hook her arms around his neck-- she was a little nervous too, and also felt a bit weird about doing things with her twin brother, but she was also enjoying it; that made it easy for her to just sink into it and relish those pleasurable sensations that made her fur tingle and her tail curl and sway, brushing against her brother's ringed own. Was it wrong to want to potentially have sex on their parent's bed? Of course, but did Sully care? Frankly, he did not; he kissed and squirmed atop her with a clear, unbridled passion, and he yearned to explore her and to sate his desire. His once nagging worries about fucking his sister, his twin no less, had all but been drowned out by his desire and lust, and that showed in his actions. Amanda could have never expected her brother to be so passionate, but she didn't hate this side of him; she always knew he was a man of action as opposed to words, and her plentiful kisses and brief huffs painted a particularly steamy picture, at least for her. With each fervent kiss, her loins tingled more and more, until it felt almost unbearable. They broke apart just far enough to breathe, and the room rushed back in around them: the dark wardrobe, the chair still draped with their mother's jacket, the faint perfume clinging to the pillows under Amanda's head. Sully's weight settled warm between her knees. His ringed tail had curved around her calf without either of them noticing. For a second they only looked at each other, wine-flushed and wide-eyed, two people who had walked into this room on purpose and were only now letting that fact catch up. "We could still go to your room," Amanda said. Her voice came out softer than she meant it to. Her arms stayed hooked around his neck, thumbs resting in the short fur at his nape. "Or mine. This is a lot, Sully." "I know." He glanced past her, at the headboard, at the lamp on their father's side, and then back down at her face like he needed the reminder that she was real. "I walked past my door on purpose. I wasn't even trying to be smooth about it." "You weren't." A breathless little laugh escaped her. "You just... kept going. I said something and you said their bed was bigger, and then we were in here, and now I'm on Mum's pillow." "Dad's, I think." He nodded at the dent beside her ear. "That's his side. She always steals the duvet." He didn't rush the next part. He stayed where he was, mouth warm against the black fur of her chest, and took his time learning what made her twitch. When he sealed his lips around her nipple and sucked in a slow, wet pull, Amanda's fingers flexed hard in the fur behind his ears. She tried to keep the sound in. She failed. "There it is," Sully murmured against her, the words buzzing over sensitive skin. "That's the one you don't want me to hear." "I'm not doing it on purpose." "I know. That's why it's so good." He licked a lazy circle around the peak he'd just been sucking and watched her ears flatten against the pillow. "You go all sharp and mouthy until I put my mouth on you, and then you just... fold. I like that. I like that I can feel you trying to stay in charge of this and losing." Amanda gave a breathless, incredulous little laugh and tugged his hair, not hard enough to pull him off. "You're very pleased with yourself for someone who walked us into our parents' room and then got shy about taking his shirt off." "I wasn't shy." "You were a bit shy." She tipped her head to look down at him, wine-flushed and trying for a smirk that kept slipping. "All that talk about their bed being bigger, and then you stared at me like you'd never seen breasts before. They're just breasts, Sully. You've known I had them for years." He lingered there a moment longer, mouth warm and unhurried, before the wanting pulled him lower. Amanda felt the shift — the drag of his muzzle down the black fur of her stomach, the careful way he hooked his fingers in the waist of her pyjama pants and waited, looking up, until she lifted her hips for him. The last of their clothes came away in a clumsy, wine-warm tangle. Cool air touched her. Then his palms were on her inner thighs, opening her with a gentleness that did not match the dark, wrecked look on his face, and he settled between her legs like he had been thinking about this exact angle since the couch. "Still with me?" he asked. His breath ghosted over her. He did not lean in. He just stayed there, close enough that she could feel the question as much as hear it, his thumbs stroking idle circles against the fur of her thighs. "Still with you." Amanda's voice came out thinner than she wanted. She pushed herself up on her elbows so she could see him — her twin, eighteen and flushed, kneeling on their parents' sheets with his mouth an inch from her cunt like it was the most natural place in the world for him to be. "You don't have to keep asking." "Yeah, I do." He kissed the inside of her knee, then the softer place above it, working inward with a patience that made her tail lash against the duvet. "That's the deal. I check. You tell me. I'm not going to stop being that guy just because I've taken your pants off." "Sully." "What." "If you keep being decent about this I am going to scream." He laughed, low and a little helpless, and the sound vibrated against her thigh. "Can't have that. Mum would hear it from the party." "Don't." But she was already smiling, already spreading her knees a fraction wider, and he saw it. Of course he saw it. He had always been like that — quietly clocking the things she did not say. "There," he murmured, almost to himself. "That's the look. You get all fierce and then you just... open up." He glanced up at her one more time, honest to the last. "Tell me if it's too much. Or not enough. Or if you want me to stop talking. I'm going to be terrible at the last one." "I don't want you to stop talking." Amanda reached down and slid her fingers into the fur behind his ears, guiding without pushing. "I want you to put your mouth on me and I want you to know exactly who you're doing it to while you do. Can you manage both, scholarship boy?" "I can manage both." He leaned in. The first pass of his tongue was slow, exploratory, a warm wet stripe through her folds that made her breath punch out of her in a sound she did not recognise. He did it again, more certain, and then he found her clit and licked a careful circle around it, and Amanda's elbows nearly went. Her fingers tightened in his fur. Sully made a pleased, muffled noise against her and settled in like he had nowhere else to be, licking into her with a focus that was almost studious and completely filthy. "Oh—" She bit it back. Failed. "Sully. That's—" "I know." He said it against her, the words buzzing over sensitive flesh, and then he sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked, gentle and wet, and her head dropped back against their father's pillow. "You taste like you want this. Don't look at me like that. You do. You're dripping on Mum's sheets because your brother is eating you out and you haven't told me to stop." "Christ." The laugh that escaped her was shaky and a little ruined. She tugged his hair, not to pull him off — to keep him there. "When you put it like that it sounds so—" "True?" He licked into her again, deeper, and hummed when her hips jerked. "It is true. That's the point. I'm not going to pretend I've got some other girl on her back right now. I've got you. Amanda. My twin. The same girl who used to kick me under the table at dinner, and now you're wet on my tongue and you're pulling my hair because you want more of it." She did want more of it. That was the part she could not argue with. Every time he said twin or brother or you, something low in her stomach clenched, humiliating and electric, and he felt it — she could tell by the way his ears flicked forward, by the greedy little sound he made into her. He licked her through it, slower, then faster, learning her in real time the way he learned everything, quietly keeping score. "Left," she managed. "No — your other left. There. Stay there. Don't you dare get clever and wander off." "Yes, ma'am." He stayed. He worked that spot with the flat of his tongue until her thighs started to tremble around his head, and then he slipped one hand up and pressed two fingers against her entrance, not pushing in, just resting there, a question. Amanda nodded before he'd finished asking it. "Yes. In. God, Sully, yes." He eased them into her, slow, and curled, and the dual sensation of his mouth and his fingers made her vision flicker at the edges. She dropped flat onto the mattress and clapped a hand over her own mouth, then took it away again because she wanted him to hear her. That was new. That was tonight. She wanted her brother to hear what he was doing to her on their parents' bed, and she was too far gone to be properly ashamed of it. "That's it," he murmured, lifting just enough to speak, his fingers still moving inside her in a patient, devastating rhythm. "That's my girl. You can be loud. They're not here. It's just us. It's just me going down on my sister on Christmas Eve like some kind of absolute disaster, and you are taking it so well I can barely stand it." "I'm not your girl." It came out without any force. Her hips were rolling up to meet his mouth. "I'm your—" "I know what you are." He sucked her clit again, firmer, and she broke off on a moan. When he spoke next his lips were shining and his voice had gone rough. "You're both. That's the whole problem. That's why I can't think. I've got my fingers in my twin sister and she keeps getting tighter every time I say it, and I need you to tell me that's still okay, because I am having a very hard time being the responsible one right now." Amanda pushed herself up again, shaky, and looked down at him. His muzzle was wet. His dark eyes were wide and wrecked and painfully fond, checking on her even now, even with his fingers buried in her and his cock leaking neglected against the sheets. Eighteen. Hers. The other half of every birthday she had ever had. "It's okay." She carded her fingers through his hair, gentling the filth of it, and felt her throat go tight. "It's more than okay. I don't know what that says about me and I don't care tonight. Keep going. Use your mouth. Talk if you want. Just don't stop unless I say so." "Not saying so?" "Not saying so." He smiled against her, crooked and a little helpless, and then he put his mouth back on her like he'd been given a gift. The talking broke apart after that, coming in fragments between licks and the wet sound of his fingers working her — that's it and good, Amanda and you have no idea how you look and, once, very quietly, I used to feel guilty for even thinking about this, which made her clench so hard around his fingers that he groaned. She directed him when he drifted. Faster. Slower. There, God, right there. She told him when his teeth were too much and when they were not enough. She told him he was insufferable and then immediately contradicted herself by pulling him closer. Her tail had coiled around his forearm without either of them deciding to. His ringed one lashed against the inside of her calf. The big bed whispered under them. Somewhere in the house a pipe ticked, ordinary and far away, and it only made the moment feel more unreal — two people who had grown up sharing a bathroom, doing this, choosing this, on the one night of the year their parents were reliably gone. The pleasure built in a slow, terrifying climb. Amanda felt it gathering behind her navel, in her thighs, in the place his tongue kept returning to with devastating accuracy. She was close. She was embarrassingly close, and he knew, because of course he knew, because he had always been able to read her and tonight he was using it against her in the best possible way. "Sully—" It came out high. Warning. Plea. "If you keep that up I'm going to—" He lifted his head. His fingers stilled inside her, not withdrawing, just holding. His mouth was a mess. He looked at her like she was something he could not quite believe he was allowed to touch. "Do you want to?" he asked. Soft. Honest. Checking, even now. "I can. I want to. I want to feel you come on my tongue before I do anything else. But if you'd rather I stopped and came up there, you have to say. I'm not going to guess. Not about this." Amanda stared at him, panting, her whole body drawn tight around the absence of his mouth. She could have let him finish it. Part of her wanted to — wanted to come apart under her brother's tongue on their parents' bed and deal with the rest of the night from the other side of that. But the wanting had shifted. It was deeper now, greedier, less interested in being finished and more interested in being filled. She wanted his weight. She wanted his face. She wanted him inside her while they were both still shaking like this, while the words twin and sister and I know exactly what we're doing were still sitting warm between them. She reached down and cupped his jaw, thumb brushing the wet shine on his muzzle. "Come here," she whispered. "Yeah, and I spent those years not letting myself think about them." His palm covered the breast he wasn't kissing, thumb stroking over her nipple until it tightened. "That's the difference. I'm allowed to look now. I'm allowed to notice that you shiver when I do this—" he pinched, gentle, and her breath punched out of her "—and that your tail keeps hitting my leg every time I suck. You did it three times. I counted." "Of course you counted. You've always been like that. Quietly keeping score." "Only of the important things." He ducked his head and took her other nipple into his mouth, slower than before, and the sound she made was thinner, higher, almost embarrassed. He pulled off just far enough to speak, lips still brushing wet fur. "That. That sound. That's my favourite so far. You get mad at yourself for making it and then you make it anyway." "I'm not mad." She was, a little. Mad at how easy this was. Mad at how wet she already was with her pyjama pants still on and her twin brother's mouth on her chest. "I'm eighteen, not a nun. You're good with your mouth. I'm allowed to enjoy it." "You're allowed." He kissed the underside of her breast, then the soft give of fur along her ribs, then came back up and dragged his tongue over her nipple while he looked her in the eye. "I'm just saying I like watching you enjoy it. I like that it's me. I like that you keep saying my name like you're reminding yourself who's doing this, and it doesn't make you stop. It makes you push closer." Amanda's face burned under her fur. She should have told him he was reading too much into it. She should have made a joke and shoved his head back down and let the talking die. Instead she held his gaze and felt her own honesty rising up the way it had on the couch, unhelpful and true. "I am reminding myself," she said. "You're my brother. We have the same birthday. I used to sit on the bathroom counter and talk to you while you brushed your teeth, and now you've got my tit in your mouth on Mum's bed, and I keep waiting for that to kill it. It isn't killing it, Sully. It's making it worse. I don't know what to do with that except let you keep going." Sully's ears flicked back, then forward again. The tell. His eyes had gone very dark. "Don't stop talking like that," he said, rough. "Please. I know it's fucked. I know we shouldn't be doing this. I'm lying between my twin sister's legs with her nipple on my tongue and I have never been this hard in my life, and if you keep saying it out loud I am going to lose my mind in the best possible way." "That's not the deterrent you think it is." She dragged her nails lightly across his scalp and felt him shudder. "You like it when I say twin. Don't pretend you don't. You said it first, downstairs. You've been saying it since we walked in here." "Because it's true." He sucked her again, firmer, and her back left the mattress for a second. When he spoke next his mouth was still against her, the words wet and wrecked. "Because I don't want to pretend you're someone else. I don't want a version of this where you're just a girl I got drunk with. You're Amanda. You're the other half of every birthday I've ever had. And you're shaking because your brother won't stop sucking your tits, and that is the hottest thing I have ever seen." "Christ." The laugh that escaped her was shaky and a little filthy. "When did you get this filthy?" "About an hour ago, when you kissed me." He switched sides again, not neglecting anything, licking over the nipple he'd already made slick and sensitive until she hissed. "Or maybe before that and I just wouldn't let myself say it. Either way. You asked me not to be careful with it. So I'm not being careful. I'm going to keep telling you exactly what I'm doing and exactly who you are while I do it, and you're going to keep making that sound, and neither of us is going to stop unless you say the word." Amanda's hand slid from his hair to his jaw, thumb brushing the wet shine on his mouth. She was still trying to tease him. It kept coming out fond instead. "You're supposed to be the chill one," she whispered. "The down-to-earth one. Scholarship boy. And here you are, eighteen years old, talking like that with your sister's breast in your hand." "I am chill." He turned his head and kissed her palm, then went straight back to her chest like he couldn't stand the distance. "I'm very calmly losing my mind. There's a difference." "Is there." "There is when you keep arching into my mouth every time I call you my sister." He demonstrated — a slow, deliberate suck, and the word sister murmured against wet fur — and her thighs tightened around his hips hard enough that he groaned. "Yeah. See. That's not the wine, Amanda. That's you. That's us. That's eighteen years of sharing a house catching up with us in the worst possible way, and you are soaked for it. Don't look at me like that. I can feel the heat of you through your clothes." She should have been mortified. She was, a bit. She was also rolling her hips up against him before she'd decided to, chasing the hard line of him through two layers of fabric, and the friction made them both suck in a breath. "You're one to talk," she managed. "You've been hard since the hallway. I felt it when you walked me in here. My twin brother walked me into Mum and Dad's bedroom with a stiff cock and a speech about mattress size, and you want to lecture me about being wet?" Sully laughed against her breast, helpless and wrecked. "I'm not lecturing. I'm admiring. There's a difference there too." "Keep admiring with your mouth, then." She pushed his head back down, headstrong even now, even flushed and trembling and half out of her mind. "Less philosophy. More of that. And if you're going to keep saying filthy true things, you can at least do it while you're making me feel good." "Yes, ma'am." He said it against her skin, smiling, and then he did exactly as he was told. His mouth was hotter now, greedier, less careful, and the talking didn't stop so much as break apart between pulls and kisses and the occasional scrape of teeth that he soothed with his tongue. Amanda stopped trying to stay quiet. She told him when something worked. She told him when he was being insufferable. She said his name like a warning and like a plea, and every time the word brother or twin or sister passed between them she felt herself clench around nothing, humiliating and electric, and he felt it too — she could tell by the way his hips pressed down, by the low sound he made into her fur. "Still with me?" he asked at one point, lifting just enough to check her face, because that was Sully, even like this. Honest. Checking. Eighteen and doing something unforgivable and still making sure she wanted to be there. "Still with you." Amanda's voice came out rough. She carded her fingers through his hair and let her head fall back against their father's pillow, tail coiled tight against his. "Don't you dare get noble now. I already told you I'm not saying the word." "Good," he said, and dropped his mouth to her again like he'd been given a gift. "Because I wasn't finished." "Oh, that's so much better, thank you." Sully grinned, crooked and a little helpless, and the expression made something flip low in her stomach. He dipped his head and kissed the corner of her mouth, softer than the hungry ones from the hallway, almost careful. "We can leave," he said against her cheek. "That's still allowed. We go downstairs, we put a film on, we pretend this was the wine and a weird night and nothing else. You say the word." Amanda turned her face and caught his mouth properly, a slow press of lips that lingered until his breath hitched. When she drew back, her nose brushed his. "I'm not saying the word." Her ears flicked, betraying the nerves her voice was trying to outrun. "I just need us to admit how mental this is before we keep going. Because if we don't say it now, we're going to say it later when it's too late to be honest." "Alright." He rested his forehead against hers. His ears were pink at the tips. "It's mental. We're in their bed. They're at that party thinking we're downstairs eating pizza, and instead I have my twin sister underneath me, and I walked us in here because I wanted you on something bigger than a single mattress. That's the honest version." The word twin landed between them and did not ruin it. Amanda felt her tail curl tighter against the sheets. She should have flinched. She had spent eighteen years flinching away from anything that even brushed this thought. Instead she pulled him closer by the back of his neck and kissed him again, deeper this time, until the taste of wine and the heat of his mouth crowded everything else out. "You've been looking at me differently tonight," she murmured when they parted. "Don't lie. I felt it on the couch." "I wasn't going to lie." His hand came up and cupped her jaw, thumb stroking the dark fur there with a gentleness that did not match the way his heart was hammering against her chest. "I don't know when it started. Maybe it was there and I just wouldn't let myself see it. Then you kissed me, and it was like someone took the lid off, and now I can't stop noticing your mouth." "Just my mouth?" "Don't fish." He kissed her again, brief and smiling. "Your mouth. Your hands. The way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention. All of it. It's a problem." "It's a problem that you're hard against my thigh right now, you mean." Sully made a wounded sound that was mostly a laugh. "Christ, Amanda." "What? I'm not allowed to notice?" She shifted beneath him, just enough to make her point, and watched his eyes go darker. The playful spark in her face softened a second later. "I'm teasing. I'm also—" She swallowed. "I'm also really into you right now, and that's the part I don't know what to do with. You're my brother. We have the same birthday. I know what your cereal sounds like in the morning and which hoodie you pretend you don't care that I steal, and I still want you to keep kissing me. I need you to tell me that isn't only the wine talking on your end." He went still above her. The teasing drained out of his expression, replaced by that plain, grounded honesty he had always used when something actually mattered. "It's not only the wine," he said. "The wine made it easier to stop pretending. That's all. I want this. I want you. And I know exactly who you are while I want it, which is probably the most fucked-up part, and I'm not going to dress that up." His thumb traced the edge of her lower lip. "You're Amanda. You're my twin. That's not going to stop being true if we take our clothes off, and it's not going to stop being true if we don't. I just... I don't want to stop. Not unless you do." Amanda's throat felt tight. She nodded, small and certain. "I don't want to stop either." She tugged him down until their mouths were almost touching again. "Either of us says it and we stop. That still stands. But I'm not saying it. I want you to kiss me like you know what we're doing. I want you to stop being careful with the fact that I'm your sister, because that fact is part of why I can't think straight, and I think it's the same for you." Sully's breath left him in a rush. "Yeah," he said, rough. "It's the same for me." He kissed her like he'd been given permission to mean it. Not rushed. Not clumsy. Close and deep and deliberate, his mouth opening against hers, his hand sliding from her jaw into the fur behind her ear. Amanda made a small sound and arched up into him, her arms tightening around his neck, her tail winding restlessly against his. The bed whispered under their shifting weight. Somewhere in the house a pipe ticked, ordinary and far away. They lost a minute to that. Maybe more. Kissing until the nervous banter burned off and left something hungrier underneath, all heat and the quiet wet sound of two people who had decided, fully awake, to be terrible. Sully's muzzle dragged along her cheek and down, finding the place beneath her ear that made her breath catch. She turned her head to give him more of her throat and felt him smile against her pulse. "For the record," he murmured there, "this is still the stupidest thing we've ever done." "For the record," Amanda whispered back, "I know. Keep doing it." He did. His mouth returned to hers, and she met him with everything she had been holding at arm's length since the couch, since the first accidental brush of lips, since the moment she had followed him past his own bedroom door and let him choose this one. Her fingers flexed in the fur at his nape. His hips settled more firmly between hers, still clothed, the hard line of him impossible to ignore and not yet anything they had to rush. The wanting built in slow, dizzy increments, kiss after kiss, until it felt almost unbearable all over again — and this time neither of them pretended it was only the wine. Eventually, Amanda loosened her arms from around her twin brother's neck and trailed her hands down his upper arms, sneaking them beneath his limbs and towards his sides. She hiked up his shirt as he parted his lips from hers, dipping his head to the side to roam against her cheek, and as his grey muzzle trailed down to her neck and kissed deeply against the crease between that and her shoulder, she groaned and raked her hands up his back, beneath his shirt. She didn't claw him fiercely, but she made a point of gently grazing the skin beneath his fur with her little pinprick claws, causing him to shudder from the sensation and hum into her neck, approving of the feeling. "Mmh, that feels good." Amanda sounded jittery, perhaps even nervous, and her words made her twin brother chuckle against her neck. Slowly, Sully pulled back, withdrawing his mouth from her and staring down at her flushed face and body, before he leant up entirely. Her hands slid from his back and she looked at him with a bewildered expression for a moment, before her eyes widened as he grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. "Figured it was about time to start taking our clothes off..." He muttered, looking down at her with a lidded gaze, and a grin crossed his features at her gawking expression. If the sight of his clearly tenting cock in his boxers wasn't arousing enough, getting to see his topless form was more of a delight-- Amanda had seen it many times before, but it was like she was looking at it in a whole new light. She reached out to trail a hand down his smooth, fuzzy stomach before she drifted all the way to his pelvis. She was about to touch with his cock again, and its idle twitching made it seem like it wanted her to, but she instead withdrew and brought her hands to herself instead, taking the hem of her own shirt in her hands and squirming it up and over her body. Sully's gaze openly took in the sight of her slender figure and ample breasts, housed within a simple yet effective grey bra. He leant forwards to see if he could unbuckle it, but Amanda raised a hand, causing him to lean back. "We'll be here all night if you do it." She teased, tucking her hands underneath her body and wriggling on the bed as she loosened the hook behind her back. Sully knelt back and watched her for a few moments, placing his hands on her knees and stroking down her upper legs, until she eventually withdrew her hands from behind her and waggled her eyebrows, giggling when she snuck the straps over her shoulders and loosened the bra completely. Sully was quickly greeted to the sight of what he would have said are a pair of perfect breasts, with tender pink nipples and black fur all around. He didn't hesitate to reach out and grasp one in her hand, his palms pressed to the underside as his index finger and thumb singled out the nipples between them. Amanda reached out to stroke along his upper arms and sighed as he squeezed and groped her tits, clearly enjoying his touch. She didn't want to openly compliment how good he was at foreplay, for there was no need; he could tell entirely from the way she squirmed and moaned. Sully groped and cradled her breasts for a few more moments before he leaned forwards again, and Amanda let out a quiet gasp as the raccoon pressed his mouth down to her left tit, his muzzle pursed firmly over the nub of her nipple. She could feel his roaming tongue circle around her breast and suckle, his lips pursing and his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh as he played with one of her most sensitive erogenous zones. She reached up to run a hand through his hair and vocalised her approval with heated groans, which only encouraged him to continue further, his teeth occasionally teasing her nipple and making her already perky little nipple even firmer. Of course, Sully didn't stop there; after giving Amanda's left breast some dutiful attention, he removed his mouth and turned his gaze to her other tit, planting his muzzle on that one in turn. He suckled and gave that one as much attention and eager slathering and licking as the first, and his fervent, attentive suckling had Amanda shaking beneath him, brimming with pleasure. "Wow, that's amazing," Amanda's voice quaked with her desire. "You're a natural." "I pride myself in my talents." Sully quipped, and his cheesy words almost made Amanda giggle, but she stifled it. After a few more moments, Sully pulled back, sliding his hands from her chest back towards the bed so that he could bend over and kiss her again. It felt altogether more tantric than before, primarily because their bodies were now skin to skin, and he could feel the weight and heat of her breasts against his own chest. Her hands readily slid down his body and he could tell she was impatient, for she tugged at the waistband of his boxers, coaxing them down past his manly hips. Sully straightened his legs out and lifted himself forwards to help them descend, and his underwear briefly snagged on his cock before it dislodged from the tip. His member sprung to a 45-degree angle, and as he sunk himself down he was sure she could feel his mass, grazing and pressing down against her inner thigh. In the same way she had undressed him, he reached down to do the same, using one hand to prop himself up as the other tugged at one side of her pyjama pants, whilst she reached up to help with the other side. They shimmied and slipped down past her hands, and he glided his hand inwards, roaming between her legs and quickly finding she had underwear on as well...despite that, the dampness between her legs was obvious; she was irrevocably turned on by her twin brother...and in turn, so was he by her. "Sorry," Amanda quickly apologised, aware his fingers were touching with the dampness of her panties. "I'm...really turned on." "It's fucking hot." Sully murmured, and his hushed, husky tone made her shudder. Sully slowly moved, rolling to the side so that Amanda could take off her panties completely, and as she straightened her legs out to kick her pyjamas off he explored her, stroking up and down her side and pressing his hand in between her legs to graze the entrance of her pussy. She clearly enjoyed it and squirmed on the bedsheets from his touch, which gave Sully an idea. The raccoon slowly moved, sliding from the bed for just a moment so that he could get onto his knees between his twin sister's legs, and Amanda lifted her head to watch him with bated breath as he confidently brought his head closer towards her pussy, his hands moving to curl around her legs. After a matter of moments, his muzzle pressed to her lips, and the feline rolled her head back and mewled audibly as he stuck out his tongue, pressing it to her quivering folds. A moan ripped through the raccoon's mouth as his cock stood to attention, twitching madly as his tongue dragged up and down her entrance. He relished the taste of her, and his instincts told him to probe and prod, to press and smear in circles, and each flick of his appendage and slather of his tongue had her squirming, moaning her approval whilst she tried to keep it quiet, aware that the walls of their suburban house were thin. Sully let out little lustful growls and hums as his tongue pressed and pushed, and he felt her hands atop his head, running through his hair and stroking behind his ears as she gently tugged him down against her entrance, wanting him to go deeper. He naturally obliged and squirmed his tongue against her folds, wriggling and writhing until that squeezing pussy loosened a little, allowing him inside. He explored only an inch or so of her, tasting her inner walls, and he could hear Amanda's breathing grow heavy with pleasure. "Oh, Sully..." She mumbled, unable to say much more-- though Sully didn't need much more indication of how much she was enjoying it. With her fervent moans, however, came a certain degree of impatience, and as time went on his loins ached, begging to be touched, to be stimulated. After some time of his tongue dragging up and down and circling within her, Sully's cock was readily oozing the occasional droplet of pre-cum, and he felt like it would start to hurt if he left it any longer. When Sully pulled back, he could tell from his sister's expression that she was ready, but he was going to ask her to make sure. Before he could, however, she reached up and tugged him down onto the bed, and he stumbled before falling atop her, planting his hands on either side of her shoulders. He looked down at her and she locked her legs around his waist, tugging him in and sheepishly grinning as she pressed her hands to his chest. The notable thing that Sully was paying attention to, however, was the mass of his cock lining up and pressing to her loins, grazing her inner thigh and trailing down to her entrance. He could feel her lifting her hips up against him, very clearly interested, and the sensation of being so close to penetration made Sully sigh, briefly closing his eyes. "Mmh," Sully huffed briefly and pulled back for a moment, his breathing low and heavy. "Can I, um...put it in?" "I've got an implant." She informed him, and he threw all caution to the wind, pressing himself against her and rolling back on top of her body. Amanda, in turn, twisted to lay on her back again, and the two twin siblings pressed down, fur to fur, as Sully's cock grazed and dragged against her entrance, wetting the underside of his cock with her arousal. He moved a hand down and propped himself up on an elbow as he grasped the base of his cock, angling it down until the tip met with her soft, inviting cunt. There was no going back now, for either of them. He briefly looked her in the eyes before he pushed, penetrating his twin sister for the first time. The feline gasped, letting out a soft but delicate mewl as her insides immediately clamped down around his intrusion, and the raccoon closed his eyes and breathed a shaky sigh, relishing the sensation of those inner walls squeezing his cock. It had been a long time since Sully had fucked a girl, and though he wasn't necessarily pent-up, he felt as if he were on a hair-trigger. He sunk deeper and deeper, his average-sized cock sliding all the way in until his pelvis kissed with her own. She was well and truly turned on enough to provide very little resistance, and his member fit inside her so snugly, almost as if it were made for her. He settled there for a moment, enjoying the warm feeling of being inside her, before he slowly pulled back and started in on a slow rhythm. Sully had watched a lot of porn in his day, but he knew to take everything within it with a grain of salt, and he followed his own instincts instead. He gyrated and rolled against her, not tugging back and thrusting like a wild animal, and in turn, she hooked her legs around him and clung to him for dear life, moaning quietly against his neck as he kissed her cheek and nuzzled down into her two-toned hair. He fit her like a glove, and she was both loose enough to easily slide back and forth inside whilst being tight enough to provide the friction he needed to pleasure himself. In turn, his gentle thrusts massaged her inner walls and had her gasping with pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut as she trembled with every other thrust. Her tail flicked back and forth and inevitably curled around his own as he thrust, with nothing but the laboured sounds of their taboo sex filling the air, occasionally intermingled with the lewd noises of his cock sliding back and forth. Amanda's breath hitched against his throat, and for a moment neither of them spoke. There was only the slow roll of his hips, the warm press of fur against fur, the quiet slick sound of him moving inside her on a bed that was not theirs. Then Sully turned his face and kissed the edge of her jaw, lingering there like he needed the contact to keep himself honest. "Amanda," he murmured. "Tell me you're still with me." "I'm with you." Her nails skimmed down his back, not quite scratching. "I'm very, very with you." He gave a shaky laugh and didn't pick up the pace. If anything he stayed deliberately unhurried, like rushing it would make the whole night shatter. "Good. Because I keep having this thought and if I don't say it I'm going to lose my mind." "That's never stopped you before." "I'm inside my twin sister." He said it plainly, the way he said most true things, and she felt the words land low in her stomach. "That's not a joke and it's not the wine. I'm having sex with you and I know exactly what that makes us, and it's turning me on so much I can barely think." Amanda's ears burned. She should have told him not to put it like that. She should have flinched, or gone quiet, or used the stop they'd agreed on when this was still just a kiss on the couch. Instead her legs tightened around his waist and a helpless little sound slipped out of her, traitorously pleased. "You felt that," she whispered. "Yeah. I felt that." He drew back just enough to look at her, his dark eyes wide and wrecked and painfully fond. "You like that I know." "I like that you aren't pretending this is something else." She swallowed, her voice going thinner as he rolled into her again. "We're not drunk enough to call this an accident anymore, Sully. You're my brother. We have the same birthday. I used to steal the blankets off you when we were little, and now you've got your cock in me on Mum and Dad's bed, and I keep thinking about how completely unforgivable that is and it just makes me wetter. I don't know what that says about me." "It says you're eighteen and you want what you want." His forehead rested against hers. "It says I spent years trying not to look at you and tonight I stopped trying. It says we're doing something we are absolutely not supposed to do, and I'm still not taking it out, and you're still not asking me to." "I'm not going to ask you to." She kissed him, messy, open-mouthed, tasting wine and heat. "I told you. Either of us says stop and we stop. I'm not saying it. I want you to keep going. I want you to fuck me like you know who I am." Sully made a low sound that was almost a groan. "You can't just say things like that." "I just did." A flicker of her usual headstrong spark cut through the flush on her face. She pushed at his chest, not hard enough to shove him off, just enough to make her meaning clear. "And I want to change how you're doing it before I come too fast and ruin this." He blinked, still buried in her, clearly trying to catch up. "Change how?" "I want you behind me." She said it like a dare and a request at once, her tail flicking restlessly against the sheets. "I want to know what that feels like. And I want you to be able to see what you're doing to your sister when you do it." "Amanda—" "If you don't want to, we don't. That's the rule." Her hand came up and cupped his cheek, thumb brushing through the fur there, gentling the filth of what she'd just asked for. "But I do want to. I'm asking." He searched her face for a second longer, then nodded, breathless. "Okay. Yeah. Okay." He pulled out of her carefully and they both hissed at the sudden emptiness. Amanda rolled onto her stomach and then up onto her hands and knees, black tail lifting out of the way without her quite deciding to, and the sight of her like that — presented on their parents' rumpled sheets, ears low, looking back at him over her shoulder — punched the air straight out of Sully's lungs. "Oh my god," he said, almost reverent. "Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to do something about it?" "Give me a second. You look—" He moved in behind her, one palm settling on the curve of her hip, the other wrapping around himself to line up. The head of his cock dragged through her folds, slick and easy, and she pushed back before he'd even decided to push in. "You look like you know exactly how wrong this is." "That's because I do." Her voice shook. "Put it back in, Sully. Please." He sank into her in one slow, relentless slide and they both groaned. From this angle he could see everything: the place they were joined, the way she stretched around him, the black fur of her thighs trembling, his own ringed tail curling instinctively toward hers. He bottomed out and held there, breathing hard, both hands now gripping her hips like he needed the anchor. "You feel tighter like this," he managed. "That's because you're watching." She looked back at him again, pupils blown, a flush dark under her fur all the way down her neck. "You're watching your cock disappear into your twin. Don't look away. I don't want you to." "I'm not looking away." He drew back and thrust in, firmer than the gentle rolling from before, and her elbows nearly buckled. "I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm fucking my sister on our parents' bed because she asked me to, and she is soaking wet for it." "Sully—" "You wanted it said." Another thrust, deeper, the wet sound of it louder in this position, more obscene. "You wanted it dirty. This is incest, Amanda. That's what we're doing. That's what this is. And you feel fucking perfect." She dropped to her elbows and muffled a moan in the duvet, but he could still hear her — the little broken noises, the way she said his name like it was a secret she wasn't supposed to have. Her tail lashed once and then coiled around his thigh, holding on. He set a rhythm that was greedier than before without quite becoming careless, hips meeting her ass with a soft slap, the big bed creaking under them in a way their cramped singles never would have. "They have no idea," he said, leaning over her, chest to her back, one arm sliding around her middle to hold her against him. His mouth found the nape of her neck, the soft dark fur there. "They're at that party right now thinking we're downstairs watching some film, and instead their kids are doing this. Their twins. Eighteen years of sharing a house and this is what we waited for Christmas Eve to do." Amanda shuddered hard around him. "Don't. That's so fucked up." "You just clenched." He sounded wrecked and almost delighted, honest to the last. "You like that too. You like that it's their bed. You like that if they walked in right now they'd see their son balls-deep in their daughter." "I hate that I like that." She reached back blindly and found his wrist, gripping it. "Keep going. God, Sully, keep going. Fuck me like I'm yours." "You are mine." He kissed her shoulder, her neck, the edge of one flicked ear, and his next few thrusts landed deeper, surer. "My sister. My girl. I don't even know how to separate those anymore and I don't want to." "You don't have to." Her voice had gone high and thin. "You don't have to separate them. Just don't stop. I'm so close I can barely—" He felt it, the way she was starting to shake, the flutter of her around him that said she was right on the edge of coming apart. He slowed, then stilled, buried to the hilt, and she made a frustrated, incredulous sound into the sheets. "Don't you dare stop now." "I'm not stopping." He swallowed, his own control fraying. "I want to see you. When you come. I want to look at your face. Please." She was quiet for a second, panting, her tail still tight around his thigh. Then she nodded, quick and desperate. "Yeah. Okay. Yeah." They shifted together, clumsy and eager, a tangle of limbs and tails and leftover wine-warmth, until she was on her back again and he was settling between her thighs and sliding into her like he'd never left. Face to face. Her legs hooked around his waist. His forehead dropped against hers. For a moment they just breathed each other in, still joined, the filth of the last few minutes sitting right beside something much softer. "Hi," she whispered, almost laughing. "Hi." He started moving again, finding that same intimate roll from before, and her breath caught immediately. "Still with me?" "Still with you." She pulled him down and kissed him, deep and a little shaky, her arms winding around his shoulders. "Now make me come before I start thinking about any of this too hard." "I can do that." He kissed her again and picked up the rhythm, and the room narrowed back down to the two of them, to the place they fit, to the quiet filthy miracle of not stopping. "Oh fuck..." Sully murmured, and it didn't take long for Sully to start picking up speed, making his rhythm to Amanda's steadily increasing moans, which grew heavier and heavier over time. No matter how much he tried to match her enthusiasm, however, Sully knew he was going to finish first, and it took all his willpower to hold himself in as he thrust, his breathing low and heavy as he panted against her neck. He could feel her every clinging muscle, from the ones around his cock to the ones that gripped the rest of his body, that squeezed and clenched with her quaking pleasure, and that only served to turn him on even more. After some time, he knew he didn't have long left until he busted in her, but thankfully, Amanda was far more turned on than him. "Right there, right...oh!" The feline suddenly tensed and her moans halted entirely, replaced by hefty gasps as her fingers dug against his back, threatening to prick his skin, and he felt her inner walls squeezing down against his gyrating cock, milking and gripping like a vice. She mumbled something incoherent in his ear, and he assumed, thankfully rightly, that she was close to her orgasm. He picked up speed ever so slightly but kept the same angle and motion, and that was enough for her. She abruptly relaxed against him and her insides clamped down even tighter than before, which in turn spurned Sully on. He could tell she was climaxing, and thought of it was made his stomach twist and his heart soar. "Fuck, Amanda," Sully groaned, dipping her head down to her neck and growling against her fur. "I love you..." A chill ran up Sully's spine and he halted, panic rushing through his body. Of course, he loved his sister, but both of them knew what he meant when he said that. He was scared of her reaction, and immediately regretted saying it, his cheeks burning with embarrassment at the thought. Before he could stammer any sort of explanation, however, Amanda suddenly tightened her arms and legs around him and pushed him to the right, forcing the raccoon to roll. He cried out as his vision blurred from the sudden movement, and before he knew what was happening he was on his back, and Amanda was straddling his body. She pressed her hands down to his chest and lifted herself up, exposing her ample breasts and lean figure, and Sully sucked in a deep breath at the sight...more than that, however, he was nervous. Her expression was hard to read, and he couldn't tell if she was upset by his words or not. Amanda, however, didn't say anything about it. Instead, she adjusted her knees and slowly pushed down, taking more of his cock into her before she started to roll her hips, taking him by surprise. His cock naturally enjoyed such eager stimulation and the raccoon closed his eyes for a moment to relish the feeling of his member being milked, before he raised his hands up and clasped them to her hips, squeezing and holding onto her. He stretched his legs out, curling his toes as another moan ripped through him, and he heard Amanda quietly giggle, slowly picking up speed with her gyrations. She was a natural at riding, and Sully pushed thoughts of how she knew what to do to the back of his mind, focusing entirely on the sight of her rhythmically moving back, tight pussy and jiggling breasts. His fingers and thumb dug into the flesh of her hips and she curled her digits around his chest in turn, raking her claws across his fur. "Amanda..." He gasped between the occasional pant, his eyes firmly closed. "Fuck, that feels amazing..." "Yeah?" She seemed pleased with his approval and pushed her hips down with significantly more gusto, plunging his cock into her as deep as she could, causing him to instinctively lift his hips up against her. He was in heaven, and he didn't want it to end. All good things, however, eventually had a finale, and despite Sully's enjoyment, he knew he'd soon climax-- that was obvious from the tightening in his loins that had his hissing quietly from between his gritted teeth as the lewd, squelching sounds of his cock massaging inside her bounced around the room, intermingled with their heavy, panting huffs. "Are you gonna cum?" She asked, lifting and lowering herself a little more, rolling her hips backwards with each plunge to easily stroking his cock even more, and Sully couldn't even utter a word-- all he could do was fervently nod, his moans growing heavier and heavier, and in turn she picked up the pace, hands planted to his chest. He dragged one of his own hands up towards her back as he planted his feet to the bed, tucking his legs up and thrusting up against her-- it seemed like the most natural next step, and putting some own effort into his thrusts seemed to turn him on even more. Amanda let out quiet gasps as he plunged upwards, putting in a bit more force than intended, but it was doing the job; as he thrust faster and faster, he suddenly plunged upwards as his pleasure grew, and he teetered over the metaphorical edge, passing the point of no return. In a matter of seconds, he climaxed inside her, his cock vividly twitching and painting her inner walls with his thick, sticky, taboo load. He flopped his body down, each wild spurt shooting as deep as he could manage, and as he buried himself completely inside her she all but collapsed atop him, not even bothering to prop herself up. Sully panted heavily and angled his head down against her neck, nuzzling against her soft black fur, and Amanda turned her head to the side, sighing against his neck. For a while, they laid there and basked in the glow of their sex, before his once hazy mind became clearer, and he was met with the reality of what they'd done. Strangely, though, he didn't feel bad about it; in fact, the only guilt he harboured was that they'd done it on their parent's bed. "...I love you too." Amanda mumbled quietly against his neck, and he instinctively slid his hands up to cuddle around her beck, burying his head into her hair and breathing in her scent. He remained inside her and they cuddled for longer than they should have, but neither of them wanted to move. They were enjoying each other's company far too much, but they couldn't hang around for long. After what only felt like a few minutes, but was, in fact, a good half an hour or so, there was a knocking at the front door, followed by someone pressing the buzzer. "Fuck, the pizza." Sully groaned, and Amanda rolled off of him as he got to his feet, wandering naked to the window. Luckily, their parent's bedroom overlooked the street, and he drew back the curtains and opened the window so he could call down to the pizza guy below. "Be right down, give me a minute!" He called down to him, before turning to Amanda. "Uh, I'll get dressed...do you wanna clean up and we'll have dinner?" "Yeah, good idea." Amanda giggled, quickly getting to her feet and scooping up her clothes. For a moment, Sully stood there and enjoyed the sight of her, before he watched her half-waddle out the room to keep the cum inside, so she didn't make a mess. Sully scooped up his boxers and quickly made his way down the stairs to answer the door, briefly having to get the money from the kitchen counter to pay the man before taking the pizza inside. He tried not to think about the peculiar expression the delivery guy gave him when he saw the 18-year-old almost completely naked, and instead focussed on the task at hand: setting up dinner, and swapping out their parent's sheets; the last thing either of them needed was their parents finding out they had hooked up. For now, he left the pizza sitting on the counter and went back upstairs, heading down the hall towards his parent's room-- he could hear the shower running from the bathroom as he passed it, confirming that Amanda was cleaning herself up. First, he stripped the sheets from the bed, but left the blankets by the foot of it. He quickly bundled the sweaty sheets up and tossed them to the floor before retrieving another set from the top shelf of the wardrobe, where their parents typically kept bedding. He quickly, completely in the nude, put the new sheet back on, thankfully the same colour at the last. He dragged the blankets back up and then collected his shirt, just in time for Amanda to be done in the shower, right as he stepped out of the bedroom. They exchanged a glance and Sully openly looked her up and down, before he sidled past her and down the stairs. He took the pizza into the living room and made some space for it on the coffee table, and Amanda joined him not too long after. "So..." Sully began as he finally flopped down onto the choice, having pulled his shorts on and taken a slice of pizza. "Should we talk about what happened?" "Hmm...let's wait on it," Amanda suggested. "I'm still kind of vibing after we hooked up...I'd rather have my head clear before making any decisions." "Wow, how mature of you," Sully quipped. "Maybe you'll actually move on from Tommy this time." "Shut up!" Amanda slapped his leg and then leant up against him, taking a bite of her slice. "Put a movie on." With a smirk, Sully picked something for them to watch and settled in for a lazy evening. The rest of the night was uneventful. Neither Sully nor Amanda spoke of what happened, agreeing firmly on not discussing it until later. They sat, watched a couple of movies and laughed at how corny Christmas films were before their parents returned some 3 or 4 hours later from their office party. It was clear when they entered the house that the two of them were a little tipsy, and Sully and Amanda spent only a little bit of time with them before they went up to bed. They didn't even notice anything was amiss, and shortly thereafter the two 18-year-old twins went to bed as well, their minds filled with thoughts of what they had done. Sully awoke the next morning to a knock on his bedroom door, and he grunted his response before the door swung open, revealing his sister. She was in a slightly different set of pyjamas than last time, though she was wearing the same top as before, emblazoned with that weird slogan. Sully rolled in his bed to face her and sat up, propping himself up on an elbow-- he could see that Amanda looked sheepish, and he was worried for the conversation they may have. She closed the door behind her as she entered the room, and quickly crossed the carpet towards him, taking a seat on his bed. "So, um...I had some time to think," She began, getting straight into it. "You know, about what we did." "Mmhm." Sully was a little groggy, but was 100% focused on the conversation. "I don't...think..." Amanda began, as if she were placing her words carefully. "I don't regret it. I liked it. Quite a lot, actually...you're pretty good at it, you know." "Good," Sully's ego inflated by several metres, and when she looked at him he continued. "I don't regret it either. It was fun...some of the best sex I've ever had, honestly." "Cool," Amanda cleared her throat. "So since we have no regrets...I want to do it again sometime." "...Amanda." Sully caught her attention and she turned her head to him, frowning with concern at Sully's intense gaze. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, but it was clear he had something important to say. After a few moments, Sully sat up and straightened up a little, scooting back until he was sitting up entirely. He tucked his knees up and Amanda was sure she caught a glimpse of his bare thigh, but she didn't say anything about it. "I didn't just like it...I loved it. A lot," He awkwardly tried to meander through his words, but Sully was never the type to beat around the bush, so he just came out with it. "I want you to be my girlfriend." "But..." She trailed off for a moment and pursed her muzzle. "You're my twin brother." "I know," He said it was so much confidence that she was a little shaken by it. "But I still think we should give it a go. I like you a lot, and...you know, the sex was great." "Okay..." Amanda brushed her hair back and dipped her gaze. "That's kind of heavy. I don't think if it's the right call...can we just take it slow for now, see where it goes?" Sully was silent for a moment, before he nodded-- his expression made it seem like he wasn't mad or dejected, but Amanda could see the wistfulness in his eyes. She felt bad and leant forwards, kissing him on the forehead as some sort of apology. When she withdrew, he pulled her him and pressed his lips to hers, abruptly kissing her. She was glad the door was closed; it would have been hard to explain if one of their parents passed by the door. "I'm willing to wait to figure out what you want." Sully insisted as their lips parted. "But...it doesn't mean we have to stop what we're doing, right?" "No...I think we can manage to keep that part a secret for now." Amanda couldn't help but giggle and even Sully chuckled along with her. Though it was wrong, he felt compelled to pull her in again, and he did so, pressing his lips to hers once more. He could feel her leaning into it, but she did eventually pull back, likely too nervous to do anything too extreme whilst their parents were wandering around the house. He could understand that-- a hormonal young adult like himself was used to tip-toeing around sexual stuff. Amanda lingered, and she looked as if she wanted to stay, but she instead rose to her feet, drawing away from him. Sully held to her as long as he was able before he relinquished his touch, and she headed over towards the door. "Well..." She began. "I've got to call a friend, but after that...I'm not busy. Mom's going to go see a friend soon for lunch whilst Dad's at work...if that gives you any ideas." A smirk crossed Sully's lips as he flung his bedsheets back, greeting his twin sister to the sight of him stark naked, with a clearly visible cock standing on end, the result of her reciprocating kisses. Amanda's gaze locked to his morning wood and she stood there, briefly flushed, before she headed out and shut the door behind her, leaving him to get dressed. She heard him laugh from the other side of the door and she pressed her back up against his door, sighing and looking up at the ceiling as her loins tingled with desire. She tried not to think too much about getting caught-- she was mature and careful enough to keep things under wraps, and so was her brother. All she had to do was enjoy it. After all, wasn't that the whole point? Amanda lasted all of twelve minutes. She sat on the edge of her own bed with her phone pressed to her ear, listening to a friend talk about some Christmas party she hadn't been invited to, and she heard almost none of it. Her mind kept sliding back down the hall. Back to Sully's door. Back to the way he'd thrown those sheets aside like it was nothing, like showing his twin sister his hard cock first thing in the morning was just another casual habit they were going to have now. Her friend said something about a guy. Amanda made an agreeing noise that could have meant anything. Downstairs, a cupboard shut. Water ran in the kitchen. Their mother, still home, still moving through the ordinary motions of a late Christmas morning as if the house had not been completely rewritten overnight. Amanda ended the call with a vague promise to text later, set her phone face-down on the nightstand, and sat there for another minute with her hands in her lap. She could still feel last night in her body. A pleasant ache between her legs. The ghost of his mouth on her breasts. The shape of the words I love you sitting somewhere behind her ribs, unanswered in any way that felt finished. She stood up. The hallway was quiet. She crossed it on bare feet, paused outside his door, and listened. No television. No movement downstairs close enough to matter. She knocked once, softly, the way she had that morning, and let herself in before he could answer. Sully was sitting on the edge of his bed in a t-shirt and boxers, scrolling his phone like someone trying very hard to look unbothered. He looked up. The unbothered act lasted about half a second. "That was a short call," he said. Amanda shut the door behind her. Turned the lock. The little metal click sounded enormous in the small room. "She talks a lot," Amanda said. "I wasn't really listening." Sully set his phone aside. His ears flicked, that tell he had never quite grown out of, and his gaze dropped briefly to the lock before climbing back to her face. "Mom's still downstairs," he said. Not a warning, exactly. Just a fact, offered in that even way of his, like he wanted her to have it before she did anything she couldn't take back. "I know." Amanda crossed the room. "Dad's at work. She'll leave soon. And I locked the door." She stopped in front of him, close enough that her knees almost touched his. From this angle she could see the faint flush beneath the fur of his cheeks, the way his hands had settled on his own thighs like he didn't trust them yet. Last night he had been wine-warm and startled into honesty. This morning he was sober, and he was still looking at her like that. "You said you wanted to do it again," he said quietly. "I did say that." "And you meant it." Amanda reached down and took his face in both hands. His fur was soft under her palms. She could feel the shape of his jaw, the small catch of his breath. "I meant it," she said, and kissed him. It was nothing like the first kiss on the couch. That one had been an accident with a pulse. This one she chose. She leaned down into him and pressed her mouth to his and felt him make a low sound against her lips, surprised and hungry all at once. His hands came up immediately, settling at her waist, then sliding around to the small of her back to pull her in between his knees. She went willingly. Kissed him deeper. Tasted toothpaste and the faint leftover sweetness of last night's wine that neither of them had quite slept off. When his tongue found hers she made a small noise into his mouth and felt him smile against her. "Fuck," he murmured, breaking just far enough to speak. "I was hoping you'd come back. I wasn't going to say it. Figured I'd sound desperate." "You threw the sheets off and showed me your dick, Sully." "Yeah, well." His thumbs stroked the fur at her hips through her shirt. "Subtlety's not really my thing." "I've noticed." She kissed him again to shut him up, and this time he met her with real intent. One of his hands slid up her back, under her shirt, palm spreading warm between her shoulder blades. The other stayed low, gripping her hip like he was reminding himself she was actually here. Amanda climbed into his lap without quite deciding to, knees bracketing his thighs, and the shift pressed her against the growing hardness in his boxers. Sully exhaled hard through his nose. His hands tightened. "Amanda—" "I know." She rolled her hips once, slow, just to feel him. "I know, I know." "Mom's downstairs." "Then you'd better be quiet." He laughed, breathless, and kissed the side of her throat. "That's rich, coming from you. You were not quiet last night." "That was different. We were in their room. We had a whole house." She tipped her head to give him more of her neck, and his mouth opened against her pulse. "This is your room. Thin walls. So if you make me loud, that's on you." "Oh, it's on me?" His teeth grazed her, not quite a bite. "You're the one who locked the door and climbed on me." "And you're the one who said you wanted me to be your girlfriend." She drew back enough to look at him. His eyes were dark. His ears were flushed at the tips. "So boyfriend me a little." Something in his expression went soft and sharp at the same time. He kissed her like he meant it, one hand coming up to cup the back of her head, fingers sliding into the fur there. Amanda melted into it. She had not expected the kissing to feel like this the second time — hungrier, yes, but also sweeter, like they had both spent the night thinking about each other's mouths and were finally allowed to stop pretending otherwise. His shirt came off first. She pulled it over his head and dropped it on the floor and put her hands on him immediately, mapping the same chest and stomach she had touched last night with a confidence she hadn't had then. He was average and real and hers in a way that still made her stomach flip. When she dragged her nails lightly down his sides, his ringed tail lashed once against the bedspread. "Your turn," he said, already working her shirt up. She lifted her arms. The shirt joined his on the floor. She hadn't put a bra back on after her shower last night, and Sully made a sound that was almost a groan when he saw her breasts again, bare and close and already tightening in the cool air of his room. "Jesus, Amanda." "You've seen them." "Yeah, and I spent half the night thinking about them, so let me have a second." He palmed both of them, thumbs brushing her nipples, and she bit her lip to keep the noise in. Last night he had been almost reverent. This morning he was greedier. He ducked his head and took her left nipple into his mouth without asking, sucking warm and wet, and Amanda's hands flew to his hair. "Sully—" It came out shaky. "Don't leave a mark. She'll see." He pulled off just long enough to say, "I won't," and then he was back, gentler with his teeth, using his tongue instead. The wet heat of it went straight down her spine. She rocked in his lap without meaning to, grinding down against the hard line of his cock through two layers of fabric, and he groaned around her breast. "You're already wet, aren't you," he muttered against her fur. Not a question. "Don't be smug." "I'm not smug. I'm—" He switched to the other breast, licked a slow circle around her nipple, and looked up at her while he did it. "I'm really fucking into the fact that my sister came back to my room to sit on my dick before lunch." The word sister landed between them like a match. Amanda's breath caught. She should have flinched. She should have told him not to say it. Instead she felt her pussy clench, sudden and unmistakable, and from the way Sully's eyes widened slightly, he felt it too through their clothes. "You like that," he said, quieter. Wondering. Honest, the way he always was when it counted. "When I say it." Amanda's face burned under her fur. She could have lied. She didn't. "I like that you know what we're doing and you're still hard," she said. "I like that I know and I still locked the door." She leaned down until her forehead touched his. "We're twins, Sully. We have the same birthday. We grew up in this house. And I keep thinking about how wrong that is and it just makes me want you more, and I don't know what that says about me." "It says you're eighteen and you want what you want." His hands slid down to her ass and squeezed, pulling her more firmly against him. "It says I spent years trying not to look at you like this and last night I stopped trying. It says we're both a little fucked up and I'm okay with that if you are." "I'm okay with it." She kissed him, messy, open-mouthed. "I'm so okay with it it's embarrassing." "Good." He nipped her lower lip. "Because I've been sitting here with a hard-on since you left, thinking about how my twin sister let me come inside her on our parents' bed, and if you hadn't come back I was going to lose my mind." "That's disgusting." "You love it." She did. God, she did. She kissed him again to keep from saying so too plainly, and they lost a minute just to that — mouths and tongues and the quiet wet sound of two people who had decided, fully awake this time, to be terrible. Amanda reached between them and palmed him through his boxers. He was fully hard, the head of his cock already pushing against the waistband. She stroked him through the fabric and felt him twitch. "Off," she whispered. He lifted his hips. She hooked her fingers in the waistband and tugged his boxers down, and his cock sprang free, flushed and leaking at the tip. She had seen it last night. She had taken it inside her. It still made her mouth go dry. Sully kicked the boxers off the rest of the way. Then his hands were at her waistband, peeling her pajama pants and underwear down together as she rose up on her knees to help him. She had to climb off him briefly to get them down her legs, and the moment she was naked he pulled her right back, skin to fur, her wet cunt sliding along the length of his cock without taking him in yet. They both hissed. "Quiet," she reminded him, even as her own voice shook. "You first." She reached down and wrapped her fingers around him, stroking slowly, spreading the wetness at his tip with her thumb. Sully's head tipped back. His throat worked. "Amanda. Fuck." "I didn't get to do this last night." She slid down his body before he could argue, kneeling on the floor between his spread knees, and looked up at him. "Hold my hair." His hand was in her fur immediately. Not pushing. Just holding, the way she'd asked. She leaned in and licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, and the sound he made was strangled and badly suppressed. She did it again, slower, then took the head into her mouth and sucked. Sully's hips jerked. His other hand fisted in the sheets. "Oh my god," he whispered. "Amanda. That's— fuck, your mouth—" She took him deeper, not all the way, using her hand on what she couldn't fit. He was warm and heavy on her tongue, and he tasted like skin and salt and the fact that he had been thinking about her. She hollowed her cheeks and looked up, and the expression on his face nearly undid her. Awe and filth and something painfully fond, all tangled together. "That's my sister," he breathed, almost to himself. "That's my twin sister with my cock in her mouth. Amanda. Baby. You have no idea how you look right now." The pet name surprised her. She moaned around him before she could stop herself, and the vibration made his thighs tense. She pulled off just enough to speak, lips still brushing him. "Say it again." "Which part." "All of it. The sister part." She licked him, kittenish and deliberate. "I want to hear you know exactly who I am while I do this." Sully's laugh was wrecked. He stroked her ear with his thumb, gentle even now. "You're Amanda," he said. "You're my twin. We shared a crib. You stole my hoodies for years and I never said anything because I liked seeing you in them. And now you're on your knees in my bedroom sucking me off while Mom does dishes downstairs, and I have never been this hard in my life." Amanda took him back into her mouth to reward him. She worked him with more purpose this time, bobbing her head, letting spit slick the way, her free hand cupping his balls. Sully swore under his breath in a continuous unravelling string, his hips making tiny aborted thrusts like he was fighting not to fuck her throat. His tail had curled around her forearm without either of them noticing. Downstairs, a chair scraped. They both froze. Amanda pulled off him, lips wet, heart slamming. They listened. Footsteps moved across the kitchen. A tap ran. Their mother's voice, faintly, talking to herself or the radio, ordinary and close and completely unaware that her daughter had her son's cock shining with spit one floor up. Sully's hand was still in her hair. He was breathing like he'd run a flight of stairs. "We should—" he started. "I know what we should." Amanda rose back up and pushed him down onto the bed by the shoulders. He went. She climbed over him, straddling his waist, and reached back to line him up. "We should stop. We should wait until she leaves. We should be smarter than this." The head of his cock kissed her entrance. She was soaked. It took no pressure at all for him to start sinking in. "Are we going to?" he asked. Amanda sank down onto him in one slow, shuddering slide, taking him to the hilt, and clapped a hand over her own mouth to muffle the sound that tore out of her. Sully's hands flew to her hips. His mouth opened on a silent groan. Inside her he was thick and familiar and still somehow new, stretching her just enough that her thighs trembled. She took her hand away from her mouth once she trusted her voice. "No," she whispered. "We're not." She started to move. It was different from last night. Last night he had been on top, careful, rolling into her like she might break. This was her pace, her weight, her choice, and she used all of it. She planted her hands on his chest and rode him in tight, controlled rolls of her hips, keeping the bed from knocking the wall, keeping her breath mostly in her throat. Sully stared up at her like she was something holy and obscene at once. "You feel—" He had to stop and swallow. "You feel even better than last night. How is that possible." "Because we know what we're doing now." She ground down and circled her hips, and his cock dragged against that spot inside her that made her vision flicker. "Because I spent the morning wet thinking about my brother's cum still in me. Because you love me and I—" She faltered. His hands squeezed her hips. "You don't have to say it back again," he said. Soft. Honest. "Not if you're not ready. I said it because it was true. It'll still be true if you just keep fucking me." Amanda leaned down and kissed him, deep and grateful and a little desperate, and didn't stop moving. Their chests pressed together. Her breasts dragged through the fur of his chest. His arms wrapped around her back and held her there, and they rocked together like that, close and filthy and almost quiet, the wet sound of him moving inside her the loudest thing in the room. "I meant it last night," she whispered against his mouth. "I just... I need it to be allowed to be complicated. You're my brother. I love you. Those used to be the same sentence and now they're two different ones and they both make me want to come on your cock, and I need a second to live with that." Sully turned his face and kissed the corner of her eye, where her fur was damp. "Take all the seconds you want," he said. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll keep being your brother. I'll keep being the guy who wants to date you in secret like a fucking idiot. You can have both." "You are an idiot." "Your idiot." She laughed, helpless, and the laugh turned into a moan when he thrust up to meet her next roll. She bit his shoulder to stay quiet. He hissed and thrust again, finding a rhythm with her, the two of them working in small filthy increments so the mattress wouldn't give them away. "Harder," she breathed. "Just— not louder. Harder." He flipped them. It happened fast enough that she barely had time to gasp. One moment she was on top and the next her back hit his sheets and he was between her thighs, one of her legs hooked over his arm, driving into her with short deep strokes that punched the air out of her in little punched-out sounds. She grabbed a pillow and mashed it over her own face, and Sully immediately tugged it down. "I want to see you," he said. "Bite me if you have to. Don't hide." She bit him. His shoulder again, then his collarbone, muffling herself against his fur while he fucked her into his childhood mattress. The angle was devastating. Every thrust dragged over her clit on the way in. She could hear how wet she was. She could hear him, the low wrecked noises he was trying to swallow, the slap of his hips that he kept trying and failing to soften. "Sully. Sully, I'm—" "I know. I can feel you. You're getting so tight, Mandy, fuck—" The old nickname undid something. She came with her teeth in his shoulder and her nails in his back, her cunt clamping down around him in waves that made his rhythm stutter. He fucked her through it, whispering filth against her ear the whole time, a stream of that's it and good girl and come on your brother's cock, that's it, just like that, and she shook apart under him with tears pricking the corners of her eyes from how much it was. He didn't last long after that. He tried. She felt him try, the way his body went rigid with the effort of holding back. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in deep and said, against his ear, "Inside. Like last night. I want it." "Amanda—" "I'm your sister and I want you to fill me up. Do it." He came with a groan he buried in her neck, hips jerking, cock pulsing as he spilled into her in thick hot pulses. She held him through it, stroking the back of his head, her own body still fluttering around him. For a few seconds there was nothing in the world except his weight and his breath and the slick heat of him finishing inside her for the second time in twelve hours. They stayed like that. The house creaked. A pipe ticked in the wall. Downstairs, their mother laughed at something on the radio, a bright familiar sound that belonged to a version of this morning in which nothing had happened. Sully lifted his head. His eyes were glassy. He looked wrecked and very young and very sure. "Hi," he whispered. Amanda huffed a laugh and kissed him, slow this time. Just lips. Then again, because she could. "Hi." He eased out of her carefully and they both winced at the mess. He reached down the side of the bed, found yesterday's t-shirt, and cleaned her up with a gentleness that made her throat tight. Then he cleaned himself, tossed the shirt toward his laundry pile, and pulled her into his chest before she could decide whether to get up. They lay there naked under his blanket, tails loosely tangled, listening to the ordinary life of the house go on without them. "We have to be smarter than this," Amanda said eventually. Her fingers traced idle shapes in the fur of his chest. "Next time. Locking the door isn't enough if she's home. I don't want to get caught because we got greedy." "Next time," Sully repeated, and she could hear the smile in it. "So there is a next time." "Don't fish. You know there is." "I'm not fishing. I'm confirming." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Secret. Slow. Smart. I can do that." "Can you?" "I'll try really hard. And when I fail, you can be the responsible one. You're better at it." "I'm the one who just rode you while she was making coffee, Sully." "Yeah." He sounded unbearably fond. "I know. It was the hottest thing that's ever happened to me." Amanda pinched his side. He squirmed, laughing under his breath, and caught her hand and kissed her knuckles. The gesture was so boyfriend-coded it made her stomach swoop. "We don't tell anyone," she said. "Not Izzy. Not anyone. If this blows up, it blows up our whole lives." "I know." "And if one of us wants to stop, we stop. No guilt. No weirdness. We go back to being twins who share a bathroom and argue about the remote." Sully was quiet for a moment. His thumb rubbed over her knuckles. "I'll hate it if you want to stop," he said. "I'm not going to lie to you about that. But I'll do it. I'd rather have you as my sister than lose you because I pushed." He glanced down at her. "That's the honest version." Amanda shifted up and kissed him. Soft. Certain. "I don't want to stop," she said against his mouth. "I just want us to survive it." "Then we will." Downstairs, keys jingled. Their mother's voice called up, not loud, the way she always did when she wasn't sure they were awake. "I'm heading out! There's leftovers in the fridge. Don't burn the house down. I'll be back around three." Amanda and Sully looked at each other. Neither of them breathed. The front door opened. Closed. The deadbolt turned. A moment later the Hyundai started in the driveway, that familiar little engine coughing once in the cold, and then the sound receded down the street and was gone. The house settled into a deeper quiet. Sully raised his eyebrows. "She said three." Amanda stared at him. Then she started laughing, helpless and incredulous, and shoved her face into his chest to keep it down. His arms came around her. She could feel him laughing too, the rumble of it under her cheek. "We are so stupid," she said. "The stupidest." He tipped her chin up and kissed her, lingering, smiling against her mouth. "Want to take a shower before she gets back, or do you want to be stupid one more time first?" Amanda looked at him. At her twin brother's face, open and hopeful and still a little dazed, at the room they'd grown up across the hall from, at the locked door and the rumpled sheets and the evidence of what they were becoming. Her loins tingled. Of course they did. "One more time," she said. "Then we shower. Then we change your sheets. Then we act like people who can be trusted in a house." "Deal." He kissed her again, deeper, and she opened for him like she'd been doing it for years. Outside, a neighbor's dog barked. A car passed. The ordinary world went on, close enough to touch, and in the small locked bedroom at the end of the hall, Amanda pulled her brother closer and let herself want him anyway.

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