"Mmh, don't stop...!"

"Oh, fuck, Amanda...!"

In the quiet of an early afternoon, whilst their parents were out at work or errands, two siblings partook in forbidden, incestuous sex. This wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last.

Sully shuddered and plunged down, bowing his head and pressing his raccoon muzzle to his sister's black-furred feline neck. Amanda arched her back against her brother and grasped at his fur, pressed to him, fur to fur, flesh to flesh. She groaned and purred her pleasure, hooking her ankles against his thrusting hips, in response he growled playfully against her neck, moaning her name and plunging down, firmer and faster. As his own pleasure grew, so did hers, an indescribable lust filling the two of them.

How long had they been doing this? It had all started out so simple a few months ago; just two consenting adults, 18 years of age, venting about Amanda's recently ended relationship...and their mutual agreement to explore more, to enjoy each other and experience those as of yet unfulfilled desires took the reigns. One simple kiss, just to test the waters, had quickly become more in the ensuing days. Now, they were fucking regularly, and often, whenever their parents weren't home. It was the middle of summer still, and neither of them had a job to speak of; Sully had been searching, of course, but their parents were more than happy to let the two of them enjoy themselves after graduating from high school and becoming fully-fledged adults...well, minus the incoming college semester, of course. The two were enjoying the much-needed downtime after a set of stressful final exams, and a lot of their pent-up stress was released in explosive, lustful ways.

"Hnn-- Fuck, right there Sully, right there!" Amanda begged and the raccoon did his best to thrust at the right angle, mimicking his previous movement. Delight rushed up his spine when he heard her groan with a greater intensity, and he slowly picked up a little more speed, panting harshly into her neck and grazing his teeth against her fur as the wet slaps of his cock slamming in and out of her mixed and combined with the creaking of her bed. Her room, painted in a pinkish lilac from back when she was just a little kid and hadn't been redecorated, was strewn with their lounge-about clothes that they had stripped off in a hurry to fuck. Boxer shorts, shirts, panties and pyjamas lay strewn on both the foot of the bed and the floor, and each thrust nudged the barely hanging on pyjamas on the wooden ball of the corner bedpost further and further off, until it met with the rest of the clothes on the floor.

"Oh, Ams, I'm gonna..." Sully groaned, scrunching up his eyes as she moaned against his ear, huffing and mewling the more he moaned, until they both made noises in unison, completely enthralled in both their own and each other's pleasure-- that is, until it reached a climax. Sully pushed down and sighed with utter bliss as he orgasmed into her, his fluids spurting deep into her insides, never to meet with an egg thanks to her oral contraception. Amanda moaned against his neck and his hand moved from clutching the covers to her hair, where he ran his fingers through her darker roots, down to the blonde tips. Her innards milked and spasmed around his twitching cock, squeezing every last ounce of his load out from his cock as he collapsed atop her, spent but pleased.

"Oh, wow..." Amanda huffed, just as spent as he was, if not more-- she didn't want to admit it, but she'd cum twice in the time they'd fucked. "I needed that."

"Me too," Sully sucked in a breath and slowly moved his hand from her hair, pushing them down against the covers and heaving himself up. "You want a drink?"

"Yeah." She agreed, and watched as he rose from her, his cock sliding out of her wet pussy, his length coated with a mixture of cum and spittle from her little foreplay before they'd started the main event. Knowing their parents wouldn't be back until the evening, Sully turned and sauntered out of the room in the nude, whilst Amanda watched from her bed, admiring his average, but still attractive ass on the way out. Amanda had never really paid too much attention until recently, but the raccoon was actually pretty hot...though her opinion might be a little biased, considering how good at sex he was.

She waited barely a couple of minutes before Sully returned, though suspiciously with only one glass of water; he must have had his own drink downstairs before coming back up. He handed it over to her and Amanda took plentiful gulps as the 18-year-old male sat on the edge of her bed, leaning backwards to prop himself up with his palms. She shifted, pressing herself down against the pillows and putting the now empty glass on the end table as he tilted his head to the side, looking at her out the corner of his eye.

"Uh, so...Ams," He began, using that nickname once more. "You busy this weekend?"

"Um...no? I don't think so anyway," She reached for her phone on the end table and pulled it to her, tapping away expertly with one hand. "Think Tiff's out on a bender again Saturday night, but I'm not really feeling it."

"So, uh, do you wanna go see a movie, then?" He sheepishly asked, a grin spreading across his face, and Amanda blinked at him like he'd asked a rather blunt question.

"A movie?" She asked tentatively. "Why? I don't think there's anything out that's good at the moment..."

"I mean, yeah...but we could get dinner afterwards, or something," Sully suggested. "You know. Like a date."

Amanda stared at him for a moment before her eyes widened and she sat up a little. Sully could tell from her expression that she felt put on the spot, and not in a good way. He awkwardly averted his gaze as his stomach twisted into knots, and a bubbling anxiety swelled up inside him, circling around his chest. Truthfully, Sully had feelings for his own sister. He knew it was wrong, but if the last few months were anything to go by, it could most definitely work-- he was sure they'd gotten closer not only as siblings, but also as lovers...but still, there seemed to be a clear gap between them, given her reaction. Unbeknownst to Sully, Amanda more or less felt the same way, but she was apprehensive to take things further. Perhaps it was because of the stigma of incest, or maybe it was her own fear of the repercussions, but her first instinct was to reject him.

"Sorry," She awkwardly responded. "I, uh...a date is a bit too much."

"Right," Sully cleared his throat. "Of course. Sorry. It's a bit awkward now."

"It's..." Amanda didn't really get to finish, for Sully stood and stepped towards the door, though it was more like he shuffled. Guilt swirled within her at his dejected expression, but nothing was going to change her mind. Sully glanced at her over his shoulder and tried his best to grin, but the light didn't reach his eyes.

"Don't worry about it, Ams. I'm gonna get dressed and meet up with some friends. They want to hang out a bit before Beth's party later." This wasn't news to Amanda-- she'd known about it for the better half of a few days, and she was also going to it, since it was being hosted by a mutual friend of theirs. Her brother didn't say much else about it as he padded off down the hall, his footsteps receding towards his room, where he was likely intending to get dressed. For a moment, Amanda laid there and rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling as a mixture of unease and guilt washed through her. She felt bad about rejecting him, but she just wasn't ready to take things further...she didn't even think it was a good idea in general.

Minutes passed, but it felt like aching, awkward hours. Eventually, however, the click of the front door and the silence that followed all but confirmed Sully's departure. The party wasn't until that night, and though Amanda could spend the day putting on the appropriate make-up and making herself look nice, it felt better to just...mope. So, she did just that, at least for a while; once it got later in the day and she'd wasted the afternoon watching daytime television and snacking on chips, she showered and dressed in what she considered to be her best clothes-- she opted for a pair of denim shorts that ended halfway down her upper thigh, and a cute vest and jacket to accentuate the look. She opted for bright colours as a stark contrast to her black tones, and her choice of blues and purples matches her tawny hair and highlighted tips. Amanda would have liked to think of herself as someone with an eye for fashion...but ultimately, she had just picked clothes that were comfortable. Her favourite black shoes cemented the look, and as the sun began to set, she left the house and locked it up behind her, throwing her purse over her shoulder as she went.

Should she have hitched a ride? Sure, but at least the walk gave her time to think...about a lot of things, in fact. She had to wonder how she felt about Sully, and what he meant to her. The sex was great-- some of the best she'd ever had, in fact-- but each time she considered what their relationship could mean in a romantic sense, the thought of her parent's reaction, their disgust and anger, and the thought of being kicked out and left to fend for themselves so close to college was nauseating. Part of her felt selfish for only really considering her happiness in her current situation, but she cared about Sully too. Much like her, he didn't work and had no real income; sure, they could get jobs, find accommodation and start a life somewhere, but it felt unfair to chase those feelings and potentially ruin her brother's life. Sufficed to say, Amanda's emotions and thoughts were a turbulent whirlwind-- no amount of mulling them over was going to fix her problems, so she did what any 18-year-old woman would do, and pushed them down, ignoring them in favour of enjoying the party...as best she could, anyway.

It didn't take long to get to Bethany's house. Her friend, a feline like her, was something of an extrovert and loved to party. This particular one was, in her words, a 'celebration of their lives up until that point', which was just a fancy way of saying she wanted to get drunk and have a good time. The two had been friends since pre-school and were more or less inseparable; she was more or less like a second daughter to their parents, and hung out with Amanda often. They were even going to the same college together to study, same as Sully. If Bethany was hosting a party, there was no way Amanda wasn't going to attend; her friend hosted the best parties.

Much like the feline, Beth lived with her parents, at least for the moment, in a pretty middle-class home in a suburban area a decent ride from the city's main centre. For Amanda, it was still quite the walk, but she was there in less than 30 minutes at most, and was very quickly greeted to the sight of a party already in full swing-- numerous people were already outside drinking to excess, with one person in particular already puking in the bushes. Others just danced to the thumping music that came out the front door, but the real heart of the party was inside. Amanda waved at a couple of people she recognised from her high school, which she had now graduated from, before she headed inside.

She didn't have to find Beth; the feline had an uncanny ability to find her instead. The second that Amanda passed through the front door and into the familiar hallway of her friend's house, the ginger-coloured, striped feline barrelled into her and swept her up in a hug-- a little extreme, considering they'd seen each other earlier that week, but Amanda wasn't about to not reciprocate. She put her arms around her friends and Beth squealed her delight at her appearance, before backing up, grasping her hands and bouncing up and down.

"You made it!" She laughed, her bright blonde hair bouncing around her shoulders as she moved, and Amanda scoffed, tilting her head to the side.

"Why wouldn't I be here? You've been planning this for so long!" Amanda exclaimed, and Bethany pulled a face that Amanda didn't really understand, before she shook her hand and tugged, leading the black feline across the hallway and towards the door that led into the kitchen. There, several people swarmed around the bottles of alcohol, ranging from beer to wines and ciders, as well as some hard liquor. Amanda didn't really know if she wanted to drink, but Beth clearly did; she made a beeline for the vodka, and people parted to allow the host access to her own booze. She poured herself a crude mixture of orange juice and liquor and took a plentiful swig before turning to Amanda, affixing her with an intense expression.

"You okay?" She asked her, which only perplexed Amanda even more. She frowned at the other feline and took one of the many red plastic cups that sat stacked on the counter by the sink. As if sensing what she wanted, Bethany turned and swiped a bottle of cola from the island counter and passed it to her.

"Yeah, why? You've acting weird, Beth," The black-furred feline laughed, but Beth didn't. "What's up?"

"Do you not know?" Beth grimaced. Amanda was growing frustrated that she was skirting around the issue. She grabbed her friend by the arm and shook it, as if hoping it'd snap her out of it.

"Oh my god, Beth, just tell me!"

"Tommy's here."

A chill ran down Amanda's spine, for a multitude of reasons. Tommy was her ex; she'd broken up with him months ago, shortly before she and Sully had started doing more intimate things together. She hadn't even spoken with him since the break-up and had ignored all of his calls and texts-- this was a continuous cycle for them that, had Amanda not gotten involved with her own brother, she would have never broke. The number of times they'd broken up and made up over and over was too many to count over the past 2 years of them dating, and Tommy trying to win her back was par for the course. Amanda had cut contact for a reason, so she was surprised to even hear he was at the party. Worst still, Bethany had known and hadn't made him leave. Anger came first, then a defeated feeling of betrayal.

"Why is Tommy here?" She asked, barely audible enough to be heard over the thumping music that originated from the living room. Bethany squirmed on the spot for a moment and made an awkward gesture to her.

"He...won't leave," She admitted. "Not until he sees you. And I don't want to call the cops and ruin the party."

A groan escaped Amanda's lips. She was about to be angry, but it was a conundrum-- she didn't really want to ruin Beth's party either, especially since she was so fond of her. Of course, she was still pissed that her ex was more or less attempting to stalk her. She put a hand to her temple and pulled her hand down, groaning as she stretched her fur and flesh along with it in what most would consider to be a comical fashion, but from her was pure exasperation.

"Where is he?" She grunted, and Beth glanced behind her towards the hallway; Amanda guessed he was upstairs. She didn't want to see him, but she didn't have a choice-- hopefully, at least to her, she might find Sully later...that is, if he even wanted to talk to her. With a sigh, she stepped past Beth, irritated that her party was already being soured by her past, and she headed into the hallway, downing her soda as she went. Slowly, she ascended the stairs, but she didn't have to look for him for long: at the top of the stairs, as if suspecting her, was the one person she didn't want to see.

Tommy was conventionally attractive in a way that, objectively speaking, Sully wasn't. Amanda loved Sully for his average features, but Tommy was stereotypically hot; he was lean-built, with masculine shoulders and a dizzy concoction of white, brown and black fur, thanks to his African Wild Dog subspecies. His round ears gave him a certain degree of charm that only helped to accentuate his handsome, dark muzzle and yellow eyes. He had an air of mystery around him and dressed like a model, with a slim but form-fitting sweater and a pair of faded jeans that perfectly complimented his body, but Amanda knew him better. He might know how to hold himself in a public setting, but he was secretly insecure, a damaged individual-- she could tell as soon as their eyes met. The desperation within them almost threatened to pull her right back in; it was how they had often got back together so many times. This time was different. She didn't love him anymore.

With a sigh, Amanda continued up the stairs and past him to the hallway, where the music wasn't so loud and they could have a bit more privacy. Tommy followed her without a word until she stopped by a door leading into one of the bedrooms, though she had no intention of going inside. She leant against the wall and stared at the adjacent, plain-painted one opposite as Tommy moved into position beside her, putting a hand on the wall and propping himself up that way.

"Why are you here?" She demanded, not even looking at him.

"You didn't answer my calls," He answered almost instantly. "Or texts. Or anything. Even your parents wouldn't tell me where you were. I didn't want to be a stalker and show up at your door, so--"

"So you thought showing up at a party you'd knew I'd be at and refusing to leave was a better idea? Shit, Tommy," She sighed. "We're over. Let it go."

"I won't," He insisted. "I love you."

"...I don't," She said it with confidence this time, or at least it felt like it. She puffed out her chest at him and he inevitably showed his true colours, baring his teeth and eliciting a quiet growl. Amanda didn't flinch; she wasn't afraid, and never had been. When she didn't back down, he retreated, his ears folding down as his expression shifted; his sudden anger shifted into a sombre desperation, but he didn't retreat.

"Please, Ams, just give me another--"

"No. No!" Amanda was firmer this time. "For fuck's sake, Tommy, we're over. O. V. E. R. I shouldn't have to tell you over and over, I know your ears work just fine. You're getting obsessive. I already ignored all your calls."

"But you won't even let me explain myself--" He insisted, but Amanda cut him off with a raised hand.

"I came here to party, not to deal with you," The feline insisted, trying her best not to hiss; Tommy was coming this close to ruining her night. "Do what Beth said and go home. Please."

"Ams--"

"Leave me alone. Please." She held her ground and moved past him, casting him one final glance as she moved to the hallway and down the stairs, blowing a sigh of relief. She didn't want to lay into him-- causing a scene was the last thing she wanted...honestly, all she wanted to do was enjoy herself. 

Pushing her feelings down and made her way downstairs. As she headed back towards the kitchen and acquired another drink, she turned and was greeted, to her relief, by an angry Tommy stomping his way to the front door and outside, hopefully, to go home-- Amanda hoped that he'd keep his distance so she wouldn't have to deal with him again. Though she felt guilty, and was aware of their history, it was for the best...if she was being honest with herself, someone else occupied that space in her heart now. For now, she pushed her guilty feelings to the back of her mind; it was a party, so why not enjoy herself?

At least, that was her plan, were it not for Sully. If anything, things were still awkward between them. He'd shown up to the party, and Amanda had spotted him amongst the rooms as she walked around and mingled, but whenever their eyes met he looked away. She knew he was deliberately avoiding her, but there was nothing she could do about it. However, it did make the feline feel particularly bad, to the point where she ended up half-sulking, half-brooding over soda on the edge of the dance floor as the loud music drowned out the majority of her thoughts.

She didn't know how long she'd been standing there, but Amanda eventually decided to move, nudging her way through the vast majority of the other 18-year-olds who were also enjoying their pre-college party and heading back into the kitchen, hoping to get another drink, her mind a dizzying array of insecurities that, normally, she would have felt for Tommy, at least in some fashion. Now, all she could think about was Sully...and speaking of that person, the second thing Amanda saw was her best friend Beth...and her brother, Sully, standing in the living room.

They were in relatively clear shot of where Amanda was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, but the feline didn't get to stay there for long, and had to move out of the way to allow others to pass. She peeked around the doorway, however, to watch the two of them; they stood near the fireplace directly opposite the living room's entranceway, locked in a conversation that, to Amanda's eyes, appeared to be almost a little flirtatious. Sully was dressed smart, wearing a pair of loose, average jeans and what the black-furred feline knew to be his favourite shirt, a button-up, collared top with dark colours and a hard to see, but subtle pattern on it in a lighter shade. Frankly, he looked good, and the sight of him made Amanda feel...something, though she couldn't quite understand what. 

Obviously, she couldn't make out what they were saying or anything like that, but she could definitely tell from their body language that something was going on. Sully's had a crush on Beth for a while, but Amanda always thought he might get over it...and yet, Amanda could tell from the way Sully leaned against the fireplace, when he was trying to 'look cool', that he was still into her. It was hard not for Amanda to feel jealous, and if she was being honest with herself, she knew why. She stared daggers at the two of them as Beth laughed at something Sully said, reaching out a hand to put it on the raccoon's chest. Amanda knew the two of them well enough to know when Beth was being flirty back, and when Sully enjoyed it. Why wasn't she happy for them? She should be rooting for her brother and her best friend and yet, she wanted nothing more than to stride over there and chew them both out-- the negative emotions that rushed through her made her feel queasy. She'd come to have fun, but with Tommy and now Sully, she just felt bitter. Maybe it was best if she left.

Before her feelings took her over, Amanda strode from the kitchen, taking a lone red plastic cup as she went and downing the contents, feeling the bitter taste of beer splash the back of her throat. She'd barely been at the party for that long, maybe an hour or so, but she'd had more than enough. It wasn't even that dark out thanks to the summer, and with her handbag out she headed down the porch and towards the gate, but not before she was stopped.

"Amanda! Where you going?" Amanda heard Bethany calling out to her, and for a moment the feline paused, turning on the spot to look over at her. Bethany stood at the entrance to the door with Sully right behind her, blinking over at his own sister, before his ears folded down and his expression twisted into something that looked melancholic. Amanda didn't bother to reply and turned, heading through the gate and briskly walking down the path back the way she'd come to the part in the first place.

"What's her problem?" Bethany scoffed and turned to glance at Sully, her brother, who watched her go with a hard-to-read expression. He shrugged his shoulders, his mind a turbulent whirlwind of thoughts, and with a coaxing hand, Bethany encouraged him back inside so they could keep partying.

He didn't know what was going on with her; he'd just have to talk to his sister when he got home later.



---------- x x x ----------



It was a quiet night for one, and a loud one for the other. As Amanda sat at home and stewed over how she felt and what was bugging her, Sully spent the majority of the party barely drinking and lost in thought. Eventually, he opted to leave early, a couple of hours after Amanda had, and showed up back at their parent's house only slightly tipsy-- he would have been tired, if his mind wasn't so wired and on edge. Honestly, more than that, however, he was irritated by Amanda's reaction to seeing him at the party, and he wanted an explanation.

Amanda heard the shudder of the front door opening, followed by the quiet click as it closed. Her heart pounded at the thought of having to confront him, but honestly, what was she even confronting him over? As she mulled over that thought, Sully trudged from the hallway to the door leading into the living room. He shuffled on the spot, unsure what to say, before he eventually parted his lips to speak.

"Ams...?" He stepped forwards and around the couch to look at her, but Amanda didn't meet his gaze. "The hell was that about? You left without saying anything. You wouldn't even talk to Beth. Did something happen?"

"Did something happen?" Beth felt herself bristle and she inwardly regretted it, but for whatever reason, she was angry and upset. "Yeah, something did happen: I saw you standing there flirting with Beth!"

"Uh...yes? And?" Sully was taken aback by her outburst, and as Amanda rose from her seat on the couch, Sully retreated. "I don't get it. You...know I have a crush on Beth, right?"

"And what?" Amanda spat, letting her frustrations and jealousy bubble up as she shrugged off her denim jacket, feeling too hot to wear it. "You think it was okay to do that in front of me?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Sully's confusion was obvious. "I'm not allowed to hit on your friend? She's my friend too, you know!"

"You're not allowed to hit on her at all!" Amanda raised her voice. "It's not fair!"

"You're not making any sense," Sully turned from her and paced around the living room. "The hell's going on with you, Ams? You're acting like a jealous girlfriend."

"Yeah, well...maybe I am!" She threw her hands in the air, and when she felt her eyes burning with tears she turned, frustrated and confused herself.

"...What? Why the hell are you jealous?" Sully sounded annoyed, and Amanda turned to see his frustrated expression. "Don't...Don't play with me like this, Amanda. Don't fuck with my head."

"I...sorry." A silence fell between them as the tension in the air rapidly dissipated as quickly as it had arrived. Sully was the laid-back type-- Amanda had seen him anger many times before as a kid, but the past couple of years he'd mellowed out significantly...so, to see him so worked up was enough to shock her into silence, and that in turn helped her to calm down. Sully, too, seemed to be easing somewhat, and he turned from her to keep pacing, tugging awkwardly at the collar of his shirt.

Neither of them continued to speak, at least for a while, before eventually, Amanda turned towards her brother and awkwardly reached out, putting a hand on his upper arm. He stopped mid-pace and looked down at his feet, but eventually turned his head towards her, his muzzle pursed into a thin line; he didn't look angry anymore, just upset. The sight of it pained Amanda, moreso knowing she was the cause of that hurt.

"Sul," She used the nickname she had made for him when they were just little kids. "I'm sorry. It's just difficult. I can't explain it."

"It's not difficult," He argued, grabbing her upper arm and squeezing tight. "I like you, Ams. What we've done these past few months has been...incredible. I want to be with you, to do this more with you."

"What are you saying, Sully?" She asked quietly, staring up into his deep, blue eyes. The raccoon parted his lips for a moment, wanting to say something, before he closed them again. Sucking in a break, he tried again.

"I love you, Ams," He muttered. "And I want...I want to date you."

Amanda couldn't deny that hearing him say it made her heart flutter and her breath caught in her throat. She put her hands to his sides and he leant into her, his head moving down towards hers. Her heart hammered in her chest, and for a moment, nothing else mattered. Consequences? The taboo? None of that mattered.

"I love you too." She reciprocated his feelings, and it was all either of them needed. Their love was sealed with a hot, searing kiss, and around them, it was like time slowed down. He pressed into her and she instinctively arched her back, chest to chest, sibling to sibling, as their tongues danced with one another and their hands roamed, touching and feeling each other.

Sully slowly moved, pushing Amanda towards the couch as his hands moved up towards her top, pulling at her vest as she stepped back towards the couch. As his hands pulled up and took the hem of her vest with it, she removed her own hands from his sides and lifted them, allowing him to pull the thin top over her head, revealing the simple, luxurious purple bra she'd put on underneath-- she hadn't opted for any kinky lingerie, but Sully found her practical clothes incredibly arousing. The black-furred feline teetered up against the couch, threatening to fall backwards at any moment, but Sully didn't quite push her down just yet, instead tossing the vest to the side and curling his hands around to her front so that he could cup the ample, plump mounds of her breasts.

"Mmh..." She rolled her head back as his hands took plentiful grasps of her tits, and he squeezed with his fingers through her bar, making her shudder. His thumbs ran around where her nipples would be, but his impatience was obvious as he quickly relinquished them and snaked his hands around to her back, tugging at the back of her bra and expertly loosening the strap; he'd learnt how to do so over the past few months. With it loosened at the back, he dragged it over her shoulders and it fell leisurely around her front, revealing her black-furred, ample breasts and the delicate pink nubs of her nipples.

Wordlessly, Sully grabbed them once more and bowed his head, grazing his muzzle against her plump flesh until his lips met with one of her nipples, his teeth and tongue brushing against soft, sensitive skin. Her tits were soft and pillowy, and it didn't matter how much his hands squeezed and groped almost each and every day; he could never get enough. He parted his lips and, with a lustful groan, stuck out his tongue and ran it across her perky nub, relishing the sounds of her approval and pleasure. His teeth grazed her sensitive flesh and threatened to bite down on her nipple, but the most he did was lightly nibble it between his teeth, enough to send sparks of intense bliss across her chest. Her hands moved to rake at his back, eager to get his shirt off, but she didn't get much chance to do anything but thoroughly enjoy what he, her brother, was doing to her. The more she thought about it, the more taboo it felt...but it was almost an incredible turn-on.

Though Sully loved teasing her, but he was frankly impatient, and horny. Barely a minute or so after openly groping her breasts, he moved his hands away and moved them down towards her hips, where his thumbs dug in against her denim shorts, his digits sinking in underneath her delicate panties and pushing down, until the crease between his thumb and forefinger met with the waistband of her shorts. He didn't stop there, however, and pushed further as his raccoon head bowed down, kissing against her neck. She reached down to pull up his shirt across his back as his hands slipped her jeans over her ample hips, taking the panties along with them. It didn't take much to pass them over the curves of her ass, revealing her beautiful behind and, soon after, the soft mound of her pussy. 

With her mostly naked, Sully finally put some pressure on her body as his hands grabbed her bare ass, squeezing and groping. Amanda let her legs buckle and he bore the weight of her slender, feminine frame as he lowered her to the couch, twisting his body to the side so that she could lay across it entirely. When her back met with the plush cushions of the couch, he finally rose and moved away from her, forcing her to pull her arms away from his back-- that suited her just fine, for she snaked them around to his front and began to pick at the buttons of his shirt in a hurry, her breathing heavy and dripping with desire. He helped her by starting at the bottom as she worked her way down, and their hands eventually met in the middle, fumbling over the last remaining button. They more or less fought over undoing it and the act made them giggle, but it eventually came undone. Once parted, Amanda relentlessly pulled the shirt apart and it effortlessly slid over her brother's slightly bony shoulders, slipping down his arms. With a jerk of his hands, he slipped it off and tossed it aside, and the feline's hands raked his chest and down to his stomach, openly groping his average frame until her digits met with his pants.

Getting his jeans off was easy, and as he propped himself up with his hands and towered over her, she easily pulled at the sides of his pants, slipping them over his hips and past his ass. A groan escaped him, quiet yet audible, at the button of his jeans brushed over the front of his underwear and stimulated his already stiff cock, hidden beneath his clothes. As the waistband of his pants passed the head of his cock, the tenting in his boxers became obvious to Amanda, and she couldn't resist letting go of his jeans just so she could put her hand around the front of his underwear, feeling out his crotch and stroking her fingers across the length of his clothed member. His soft, sensual groan was enough to make the skin beneath her fur prickle with desire. She moved her hands again, placing them around his hips, and slowly pulled, exposing that delicious, incestuous cock beneath. It sprung from the waistband of his boxers and twitched at full mast, the tip already wet with pre-cum, eager to be touched, to penetrate, to fuck his sister.

Sully slowly pulled back, making his intentions obvious as his cock glided along her stomach and down to her soft, wet pussy, but Amanda put her hands on his shoulders and squeezed, making him pause. With a grin, she pulled him to the side as she lifted herself up, and with a cry, Sully swung, easily manipulated by her. He fell from the couch and with a quiet grunt, landed on his back against the short carpet of the living room. Barely half a breath later, Amanda landed atop him, her naked breasts pushing down into his chest as Sully tensed beneath her, his cock sandwiched between their bodies. Amanda quickly raised herself up, her short muzzle stretched into a teasing grin, as she arched her back and greeted him with the sight of her remarkably attractive body.

"I have an idea." She made her intentions fairly vocal, and Sully didn't stop her. The slender feline moved atop her raccoon brother, turning and twisting as she completely flipped the orientation of her body, facing her back to him and shuffling until her knees touched with the carpet on either side of his head, her adult pussy in full view of his hungry gaze. In turn, she bent her body down and brought her mouth to his cock, brushing her lips across his aching, twitching length that pulsed against his stomach. She didn't hesitate even for a moment, and with confidence she snuck a hand under his cock and held it upright, putting her lips to the humanoid tip. His groan of approval was all she needed to keep going, and after a few moments she felt her brother's hands clasping her ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks before, with a groan of pleasure, he pressed his own lips to her most intimate part, his tongue running hungrily along the soft folds of her pussy.

Just as Sully vocalised his pleasure, so too did Amanda, groaning around the length of his pulsing cock as she pushed her mouth down, pressing her breasts to his stomach as her lips glided further and further down, until her nose and chin met with his pelvis on either side. Beneath her, Sully tensed and groaned, resisting the urge to thrust his hips upwards against her mouth, more out of worry for hurting her, more than anything else. Thankfully, he didn't need to do much, for Amanda started to roll her mouth up and down, rising and falling as she did her best to pleasure her brother with her mouth.

Of course, Sully had to reward her, one way or another, and the best way was with his own mouth. With his hands, he spread her cheeks wider so that he could admire her delicate, aroused pussy, his gaze focusing on the way it occasionally clenched and squeezed, betraying her arousal. Slowly, he leant his head forwards and brushed his muzzle against her entrance, relishing the way she suddenly tensed and squeezed against his intruding nose, before he parted his lips and dragged his tongue up and along the plump line of her pussy. It quivered against his assault and her quiet, yet noticeable moan around his cock was all the encouragement he needed.

Slowly they worked on each other, licking and slathering as they collectively squirmed, Sully more so than Amanda. Where he shifted and bent his legs, she merely stayed still, occasionally swaying her behind as her head bobbed up and down, her locks of blonde hair brushing with her brother's crotch fur and tickling the creases between his pelvis and upper thighs. She occasionally brushed it back over her shoulders before it rebelliously fell just a handful of bobs later, beginning the cycle anew-- not that it mattered to Sully, who was more than pleased with what she was doing already, and rewarded her by sticking his tongue into her as deep as he could go, all the while the pleasure within him building. The way she squeezed and clamped down around his tongue sent dizzying sparks of desire up his spine, the reminder of how much he was pleasing her making him more and more turned on, and the combined sensations and feelings culminated into a rapidly approaching orgasm and a smitten infatuation that was impossible to ignore. As he pleasured her, his hands gripped and massaged her behind, his fingers digging against her malleable cheeks and spreading them wide to stretch the holes beneath, granting him just a little deeper access.

It wasn't going to take long for Sully to cum, and Amanda knew it from past experience-- of course, it was just what she wanted. Knowing he was close, she plunged her mouth down further and faster, huffing through her nose and sucking in quick, rapid breaths as she picked up speed, listening attentively to her brother's moans, watching with a fleeting glance the way he squirmed, gauging when he might finally reach the point of no return. A shudder signalled his impending climax and she pushed down, taking the entirety of his cock into her mouth and tensing as she felt his tongue flick and squirm inside her, his own efforts desperately trying to reward her for the pleasure he felt.

After a few moments, she could feel it as much as she could taste it. Her brother's cock throbbed and twitched in her mouth, pressing against the back of her throat, and a salty warmth spurted upwards, shooting as deep down into her throat as it could manage. She caught the load and swallowed quickly and rapidly with each eager spurt, her tail swishing to and fro as her cheeks flushed with the feeling of his length throbbing against her tongue, a reminder of the fruits of her labours. Sully's sighs of pleasure made it clear he greatly enjoyed her efforts, and Amanda held there for a few moments more, mostly focused on the way he eagerly slathered his tongue all around her insides and squeezed her cheeks with his hands, before she eventually pulled back and withdrew off him, sucking in a gulp of air as his cock flopped down against his stomach, covered in a sticky film of fluids. She groaned and arched her back, lifting off of him and scooting her legs forwards as she turned-- in turn, he let go of her so she could move around, and slowly but surely she flipped around, turning to face him.

"Mm..." She wiped her mouth a little and pressed the mounds of her soft pussy against his stomach, letting him feel the wetness of her arousal. "That was really good. You must have been pent up..."

"Yeah..." Sully huffed quietly, his eyes still very obviously raking across her body, admiring her plump breasts and slim figure. Amanda couldn't help but feel flattered by his gaze, and it kind of turned her on a bit, but the sudden hinting smell of alcohol hit her nostrils and she cringed, wrinkling her nose.

"How much did you drink?" She asked, leaning back just a little. Sully sheepishly smiled at her.

"Not much," He insisted. "But, uh, someone spilled some beer on me at the party not too long aftery ou left."

"Really?" Amanda glanced over to his shirt dropped on the floor and, sure enough, there was a noticeable dark stain on the front. "I hadn't even noticed...you need a shower."

"But you haven't..." He frowned, trailing off as Amanda's muzzle stretched wider.

"We'll take it together," She insisted, running her hands over her body. "We can give each other a good clean..."

Sully's eyes and smile brightened, and he swiftly pulled himself into a sitting position, pressing his chest up to hers. He hooked one hand around her ass and planted the other one on the ground, pushing upwards and holding her as he tried his best to lift the both of them at the same time. He struggled at first and had to use the couch as leverage, but Amanda did her best to cling as him as they laughed, amused by his efforts. Eventually, however, he did manage to stand upright, and though he teetered, he affixed both hands to her ass and waddled, carrying her towards the door leading out into the hallway.

Slowly yet surely, he ascended the stairs with her as she clung to him, giggling to herself as they went up. When they reached the upper hallway leading towards the bathroom, Sully continued to dutifully carry her until his feet met with the cool tiles. It was only then that he finally put her down, if only because he needed to use his hands to actually turn the shower on. It was clear Amanda was reluctant, but she did eventually relent, standing on her own two feet. He reached over to turn on the hot water as she ran her hands over his sides and up to his chest. The water warmed up quickly and Sully stepped in first, reaching out and pulling his sister in alongside him.

Did the two of them really intend to shower? Considering Amanda's teasing, it was unlikely. However, Sully at least put up a good act and reached for the shampoo, squirting some into his hand as Amanda stood beneath the shower head, letting the water run down her back. She sighed and rolled her head back, lifting her hands to run them through her hair, wetting it from the roots all the way down to the tips. She turned on the spot so that the water could wet up her front, and from behind her Sully approached, his soapy hands sliding around her front and cupping her breasts. He lathered her up with his squeezing fingers, dragging them down to her stomach and back up to her chest, and the water quickly poured the shampoo from his fingers, running down her body and towards her inner thighs, dancing across her fur in naturally formed streaks.

Though Sully had climaxed barely a handful of moments ago, it was clear to Amanda that he was far from done. The turgid mass of his cock pressed against her ass and slipped between her tight buns, and with a smirk Amanda pushed her ass back, grinding it back and forth against his cock and relishing the way he lowered his head against her cheek and sighed close to her ear, vocalising his approval. His hands returned to her tits and he cupped them, squeezing with his thumbs and forefingers and massaging the malleable, plump flesh. Amanda rolled her head back against his shoulder and hummed, reaching her hands up to place them over his, squeezing them in kind to show how much she enjoyed it.

Amanda was a little too short for him to easily penetrate her, but he so very wanted to. Amanda did too, for she affirmed her grasp on one of his hands and guiding it down towards her hip and to her leg, as she turned to the side slightly, lifting her leg up. It was a position they hadn't really done before, but Sully could already picture what she wanted-- they were simply that in sync with what the other wanted. He slipped his hand under her leg and held her around the inner thigh as his her hand moved from her breast down to the hip on the same side, where he casually held her. His stiff erection probed and prodded around between her legs and he had to briefly let go of her to angle himself towards her pussy, where his incestuous, forbidden cock smeared against her entrance, still slick with the fluids from before. Once his mark was found, he slowly and sensually pushed, penetrating his own sister.

Sully sighed, pushing into her as his hand returned to her hip. He pressed his body directly to her and pulled her in close, or as much as he could manage, as Amanda reached out and put either hand on the glass of the shower's main cubicle and the tiled wall respectively, aiming to steady herself as he plunged all the way to the hilt, his balls kissing with her moist entrance and his pelvis pushing against her ample cheeks. His balls twitched with the thought of emptying himself into her and the groan that escaped him with both carnal and sensual, filled with both love and lust. He settled there for a moment, simply enjoying the warmth, before he slowly pulled back, withdrawing from her until the edges of his glans kissed with the entrance to her inner walls. He hesitated for barely a fraction of a second before he pushed, thrusting back up into her with a combined, fervent moan.

They moved in a distinctly slow, yet methodical and sensual pace, gyrating against one another and moving in time with each other's rhythm-- they were completely in tune with their own bodily sensations and that of each other, their few months of intimacy making it easy for the both of them to press, grope and gyrate in just the way they liked. Sully pressed his mouth to his sister's neck and kissed her flesh as he quickly fell into a stable, fervent rhythm, his hips bucking up against her body as the quiet, wet sounds of their taboo sex mixed with the hum and patter of the water running down their fur and the glass screen.

"Mmh, Sul..." Amanda murmured, rolling her head back as she felt his teeth graze her neck, threatening to nibble, but they were often quickly replaced by his lustful tongue. His hands squeezed as he pumped and fucked her, and his occasional moans of pleasure intermingled with sensual growls and the mumbling of her telltale nickname, said with such hungry passion that it made her skin tingle. The warmth of their sex, the way he pushed at just the right angle, and the way he attentively did things she liked made her insides spasm and quiver with each pistoning thrust, inadvertently milking his cock. The combined moans filled the echoing interior of the bathroom, their secret love fully explored and savoured without consequence.

Just like before, Sully was going to be quick to cum. Perhaps it was because of the sheer attraction he had for his sister, that had grown and gotten more intense over time, or perhaps it was just how hot the position was or how warm it felt, but it didn't really matter; regardless of how he felt, there was on stopping his impending climax, and the shudder that rolled through him was a telltale sign of his rapid arrival. Sully's moans of tender pleasure shifted into carnal, lust-filled growls, and in turn, Amanda huffed with him, her whimpers of delight growing more and more intense; his thrusts, rough yet filled with love, were just what he needed to scratch the metaphorical itch inside of her.

"Oh Ams...Ams...!" Sully moaned into her neck for a moment before pulling his head back, crying out the nickname he made for her so long ago as his hips bucked harder and harder, his pleasure reaching an inevitable peak. Amanda pushed back against him and rolled her hips, her innards clamping and shuddering as her body rocked with an subtle orgasm, though he could easily tell from the way she periodically gripped and milked his cock. Spurred on by her own climax, Sully rapidly reached his own and pushed as deep as he could into her, sucking in a breath before letting out a long and plentiful moan as his balls tucked up against her wet entrance and his cock surged and throbbed, spurting thick, ample strings of cum as deep inside as he could. Amanda let out a half-moan, half-sigh from the warm feeling and Sully's fingers, that once dug into her flesh with fervent passion, loosened and tenderly stroked her dark fur, holding her close as he emptied his balls.

Silence filled the air between them for a while, broken only by their tired panting and the dull patter of water on the plastic beneath their feet. Sully slowly let go of Amanda's leg as he pulled back, withdrawing from her-- the water easily washed off the cum and bodily fluids from their sex, and as Amanda straightened up and eased up from the shower wall, his hands moved to her sides and he pulled her towards his body, cuddling her from behind. She hummed and pressed against him, feeling his half-limp, throbbing dick pressing up against her ass.

"I love you." Sully murmured, quiet enough that she almost didn't hear it-- if he didn't have his mouth near her ear, she probably wouldn't have. Her heart soared with his confession, and within her the anxiety and hesitation melted away, replaced by a growing confidence like no other. Whether they may have to weather, she knew they could get through it...and it took her little to no effort to let those 5 words fall from her lips.

"I love you too, Sully."