Jolteia’s Journal
By Blitscreet
A Team Acorn Story
Disclaimer: While I have my own diary I feel like I should make it apparent that this is not in fact a diary. This journal, for the love of me I don’t know why I’m writing this, for fear if the contents of it ever came to light. Anyways, enough of that, I feel that while I do have an exceptional memory, I want to write down exactly what happened, while the events are still fresh in my mind. 

My name is Jolteia Alexa Voltix, and I have sex with my brother. This journal is going to be a chronicle of the most memorable days I have spent alone with him. Not every intimate moment will be recorded, just the ones I find to be the most satisfying.


Entry One: I woke up to the familiar smell of bacon, as Blitscreet had taken it upon himself to cook it every morning bright and early. While I do enjoy the fried strips of pork, I however don’t think I could eat it every day, for every meal. I would remind him it isn’t healthy, but then again my brother has acquired a higher metabolism since getting his powers. I have as well, but mine also came at a cost. I won’t go into details but at least we don’t have to worry about protection.

As I headed down the stairs, having grown accustomed to not wearing clothes in my brother’s presence, I was greeted with the sight of a fully cooked breakfast, yet Blitscreet was nowhere to be found. Thinking he must be in the bathroom I sat down and waited, my mouth watering at the sight of bacon eggs, hash browns, pancakes, toast, waffles, sausages, you name it he cooked it. I could barely contain myself from just digging in, so I had to make do with sitting in the chair and my tail swishing ecstatically. 

At least five minutes went by and still no sign of him. Figuring he must be off in town doing some errands I started to help myself. The scent of melted caramel emanated from the waffles so that’s where I started. Separated for almost ten years and he still remembered my fondness for caramel, seems he was definitely playing sweet. I had to wonder what ulterior he had planned, but for right now, I was craving these delicious waffles. Drizzling syrup over them I began to eat away, not bothering to clean up the dribbles of the sticky fluid as it dripped down onto my bare chest, considering I needed a shower anyways.

Suddenly a pair of arms one metal the other flesh, wrap around my waist as a familiar face nuzzles my neck giving it tender kisses. He didn’t speak as he continued to give me sweet and tender affection. I couldn’t help myself as I closed my eyes and let out small moans, finishing off the waffle in my hands as I leaned back into his embrace. 

“Mmm, making a mess already?” He speaks softly as his hands slid up my belly, softly cupping my chest as he wipes off a drop of syrup from my fur. Watching him lick his finger from the corner of my eye, I nodded softly. Realizing he had been waiting for me to start eating, probably hiding somewhere out of sight. He squeezed my tender bosom softly, teasing my cherries with teasing pinches. I could feel the blush forming on my face, unable to fight off his touches, and ultimately not wanting too. Releasing my chest he stood up and whispered in my ear. “First I think we should finish breakfast, and then get you cleaned up…” 

I could feel myself just nod softly. I’ve always been strong, ignoring guys for the most part and with the few dates I did go on, I was always in charge. I’ve always been the dominant one but for some reason, my brother was able to make me so docile, so submissive, bend me to his will. I can’t help but think back to the first time we made love. I initiated it, and was in control, but ever since then, he’s been able to get me so worked up with the slightest of ease. 

Getting back to breakfast, we ate in partial silence, my blush never leaving. I could feel the chair below me get damp. I know if I could see myself from a year ago or more I would be disgusted with myself, disappointed how easily I was played and how eagerly I gave in to my needs. But honestly, I love my brother. There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for him. Still, I needed to find some way to turn the tables on him. 

As he finished he took his leave to go to the bathroom, I waited till I heard the door close before getting up off my seat. Wiping it of my juices I headed to my room, hurriedly to get dressed. I did need a shower but, for now I needed to get out of the house to cool off, and let him cool off too. While I did relish the thought of giving into these impulses, I was determined not to let him have his way. So many years of being the dominant twin, always beating him in out little fights, and here he was playing me like a harp. As I closed the door behind me, I sighed. “I am such a pervert...” I spoke aloud, but softly enough to be to myself. 

Heading over to my closet I pulled out a fresh pair of panties, barely able to slip them on before feeling a pair of hands rub my hips again. “Not now Blits...” I spoke, knowing full well that I didn't sound to eager to get his hands off me. The way he just ignored me and slid one hand down to my peach, the other, the metal one up to my breast, it brought a small moan from my lips. 

“Naughty Jolty, staining a fresh pair of panties knowing full well they would have come off anyways.” He chuckled softly as his fingers pressed in gently. The fabric being the only thing preventing his finger from fully probing my depths. I could feel my cheeks redden as he continued to tease me. Even the metal of his hand rolling my nipple between his fingers was too much. 

Being teased and feeling so at his mercy was too much for me, with a single fluid movement I pulled myself from his grasp and threw him on to the bed. I wasn't surprised to see him only in his boxers, a nice tent already formed. No way I was gonna let him have his way with me. I slipped off the wet panties with a smile and twirled them casually on my finger. “Naughty brother, thought you could make me beg for your touch. You should know better than to try and make me squirm.”

“Nah I only wanted to see how long you acted like a shy girl before trying to be dominant.” His voice coupled with that sly grin of his made me blush. Covering it up by flicking the soaked panties right at his face I strolled the couple steps to the bed, adding some extra sway with my hips. I didn't speak, as I crawled up onto the bed, and with a firm tug, I pulled his boxers down and let his manhood spring free.

Gawd no matter what, I could never stop myself from staring at his length. Hung was a good term for when he was soft, when he was rigid, all I could think of, was how lucky I was to have him all to myself. His scent filled my nose as I looked at him, gripping the base of his cock before sliding my tongue along his length. I loved the fact that not only did he have a nice big shape to his member, my twin brother, also had some feral attributes. Well attribute, barbs. Nice thick barbs covering his entire shaft, the feel of them against my palm, and as I slid my rough tongue between them, I could already feel the phantom lingering of the last time he was fully sheathed inside my womanhood. The way his barbs flared out as he pulled back, scraping against every inch of my heat. They aren't sharp by any means but provide just enough of a fleshy point to make you keenly aware of every movement he makes. Even when he pulls out the way they flick against my lips...I let out a moan reminiscing as I ascend his shaft with my tongue. Swirling it around teasingly against his bare tip, begin to purr, just before pressing my lips over his length.  It has taken a lot of practice but the feeling of my nose bumping his waist and his cock stretching out my throat, feels so good. I could already feel him throbbing inside my mouth and throat. Looking up at him while purring I could see him panting softly, already giving in to the feeling. 

Slowly I began to bob my head along his length. His soft grunts as I worked his length using my mouth, the way his cock throbbed and twitched in my throat. I managed to work on him for a few minutes before I could feel his barbs thicken up and become more rigid, the tell tale sign he was fit to pop. Pulling my mouth off his length, staring at him I smirked. “Mmm, naughty Blits, don't you know you should give your sister some warning you're getting close?” He groaned softly as I leaned up and clamped his thick shaft between my breasts. Lifting my large furry orbs up slowly I brought them back down, kissing his tip with my lips, feeling him clench up even more. “Don't hold out on me, you know how much I hate it.” I giggled,  enjoying how much he squirmed. I started alternating my breasts, lifting one while lowering the other. The feel of his barbs, prickling between my bosom, forced a low moan from my throat. Watching him tilt his head back I brought my mouth down between my cleavage, pressing my lips down over his tip, just in time to catch his thick load of seed. Swallowing it in tandem with his pulses, each one firing a thick sticky rope into my mouth. After coaxing the last few drops from his thick rod, I purred softly, looking up at him. The taste of his cum in my mouth, I loved it. He was so potent, if it wasn't for my little problem I would have most assuredly been knocked up by my brother by now. 

“Mmm, you spoil me Blits...” I spoke, feeling very seductive as I pulled myself up, moaning softly as my wet lips dragged along his shaft, his barbs prickling and raking against all my sensitive spots. Grinding my wet peach along his shaft I continued to purr. Leaning down and grabbing his chest fur I slid myself forward, catching his thick tip against the entrance to my heat. Leaning back I panted softly, his tip was pressed against my entrance so teasingly, my lips already parted for him. With a low growl, I pushed my hips down, forcing my brothers thick exotic cock deep into my folds. The way he stretched me out as his shaft forced it's way inside me. Even bottoming out inside me I forced the last couple inches inside, I could feel my belly distend with his length. The thick member that was my brother's cock was in as deep as he could go, my cervix groaning with pleasure as he had so much pressure pushed against it.  I held myself there, enjoying the feeling, knowing what we were doing was considered taboo, and loving every minute of it. He was my brother, the only male to ever earn the right to do this to me, to earn the sanctity that was my body. 

Then came the part I relished. Lifting my hips up I moaned, feeling his barbs flare out and scrape against my insides. No part of my heat was safe from his thick barbs as they gripped my insides and pulled on them softly, my g-spot suffered the worst of it as it seemed that a lot of his barbs were positioned to scrape it pleasurably. Even my clit, due to my peach being stretched out, got tormented by his barbs as they flicked on their way out of my folds. I could hear him groaning softly as I involuntarily clenched down on him. Slowly I started to build up a rhythm lifting my hips up then dropping them back down. 

I could feel my juices flow steadily, the sound of my wet lips smacking against his groin was becoming steadily more audible, the longer I rode him. His tip being driven against my cervix with each drop of my hips, his barbs scraping as I lifted up. I could barely contain myself from reaching my peak already. I looked down to see him gripping the sheet's. His gaze watching my whole figure. I could only imagine what he must be feeling, and watching as his twin sister rode his manhood. Able to see everything as his length plunged into me over and over again. The feel of his barbs flicking against my outside lips and clit. My breasts bouncing in time with my body. 

The thoughts of what he must be seeing brought me a small amount of pleasure, speeding up my hips, clenching down harder. Closing my eyes, I could feel the tension in my loins building. Bouncing myself harder I could feel him start to twitch and throb as well. Leaning back feeling him grind against my g-spot more I purred loudly through my quite audible moans. Then in an instant I felt myself fall back onto the bed, looking up at Blitscreet as he pulled himself up. 

My legs were split and pressed up on either side of my head, too lost in pleasure to care as he began driving his length into my heat, getting even deeper than before, my cervix being pushed to it's limits, as I could feel him start to throb inside me. My tail swished swiftly, the pressure building as I struggled to hold myself back, but it was to no avail as he drove his hips hard into my peach. My cervix finally gave way as I felt him push through straight into my womb, the feeling causing me to clench down tightly holding him in place as he too reached his peak. With a loud grunt he managed to pull back only slightly before pressing it in and unleashing a torrent of hot thick seed right into my womb. My own orgasm rocketed off right after, squirting juices all over his groin and abdomen, sending my inner folds into a shock of spasms and twitches. Each subsequent squirt of his cum inside me, brought forth another small spurt of my own fluids and small spasm coaxing another small load of his seed. And so it went for a minute or so until I lost feeling in my loins. I could still feel him twitching softly as the last few drops of his cum poured into my womb, having distended it a fair bit. 

Releasing my legs he was about to pull out before I wrapped them around him keeping him inside, trapping the warmth deep inside my womb. Looking up at him I could feel my fur drenched with sweat, feel his was drenched too, the scent of our love filled the room. Pulling him down I pressed my lips against his, my arms holding him close as I could, never wanting to let him go. I could feel Blitscreet's heart beating just as heavily as mine was, and I knew he felt the exact same thing I did. If there was one thing I learned from our intimate time together, it was that nothing would ever change our feelings for each other, no matter what happened, moments like this would continue to occur for a long time.