Gael woke up early, far earlier than he’d like to, but the midsummer heat made it nearly unbearable. Sweat left his short brown fur damp and clingy. The moment sunlight shone against the blinds, his room turned into an oven. Or rather, their room, and his jerk of a brother at some point during the night locked the rickety osculating fan to point directly at himself. Rowan still slept, sprawled on his back, limbs flung out every which way as if haphazardly tossed into bed. In his annoyance, Gael prepared to throw his pillow at Rowan. They agreed to share the fan, but anger quickly turned to embarrassment. Rowan wore only a pair of dark gray boxers. That wasn’t out of the ordinary. Their house didn’t have AC. Gael only wore boxers as well. What Gael didn’t have was a massive erection sticking out of the waistband of his. In his stunned, still barely awake stupor, all he could do was stare. As twins, they shared most physical traits, but the stark mottled patch of pink that stood out on his otherwise black shaft was different than Gael’s own. Rowan's tip was entirely pink as well. Now and then it twitched, gently bobbing afterwards, sometimes growing tense, the skin drawing taut as his cock stiffened, the flare beginning to form only to relax and let out a small dribble of fluid from its tip. His brother’s bare chest rose and fell with the steady calm of slumber. Gael shouldn’t be looking at something like this, not that he did so intentionally. It was Rowan’s fault for sleeping almost naked, for- Gael couldn’t entirely blame Rowan. Some days he too woke up to a similar situation, though Gael had the decency to sleep with a sheet covering himself. When something started tingling lower on his own body, Gael finally made the decision to get up and hurry to the bathroom after grabbing some clothes before he had to work through something else all together. A few minutes later, Gael stumbled into the small cluttered kitchen. His sister Sera already had the small television turned to some boring dating show. She didn’t acknowledge him, nor he her. The combined lack of sleep and his brother's fan theft left a smoldering annoyance in him. Sera got a room all to herself because she was “older” and “a girl.” It wasn’t fair. Gael poured himself a bowl of cereal, propped his head up with one hand, and listlessly shoveled it into his mouth, barely tasting it. He hadn’t even bothered to add milk. Only then did he notice his sister wearing nothing but a navy sports bra and what one would have to argue to call shorts. Was he the only one who knew how to cover himself appropriately? The sweat beginning to trickle down his brow did little to improve his temper. He knew he shouldn’t find his sister attractive, and he didn’t, probably, but a boob was a boob, and very little covered hers. The front of his pants began to feel rather constricting, and the image of his brother popped unbidden into his mind’s eye. It didn’t help that it was impossible to get a moment of privacy in the cramped house. These kinds of thoughts tended to fester in a horny teen's brain. She had the same smooth dun coloring with a thick black mane. A slender diamond of white adorned her forehead. Gael heard plenty of comments from other boys at school that he had a crazy hot sister, and as much as he hated to admit it, they were right. That fact didn’t thrill him Gael finished his silent breakfast and hurried back to his room, too annoyed to bother himself with what he might find. Luckily, Rowan woke and put pants on, though he still went shirtless. Gael glared at him and smacked the fan back into motion as he passed. Rowan shot him a shit-eating grin for his effort. Gael wanted to hit him. He didn’t of course, just snorted, flopped onto his bed, and picked up the portable game console from his nightstand. There wasn’t much else to do. They couldn’t go anywhere interesting unless Sera agreed to accompany them, which she never did, and Gael still didn’t even want to look at Rowan. The game was a good enough distraction for a while, but as the morning wore on, their small room slowly cooked his brain. Rowan’s shorts came back off at some point, and only a stubborn irritation prevented Gael from following suit. Sera barged into their room, arms crossed beneath her barely covered breasts. “Which one of you was looking up bigtittymares.com?” Gael tried and failed to not look at the vague outline of her nipples visible through the sports bra. She glared at Rowan who burst into laughter, and then both turned to Gael, not because he had a reputation for such things, he didn't think, but likely because of the mortified expression he didn’t wipe from his face quickly enough. Gaels voice cracked, his throat too dry. “Don’t look at me!” But their looks told him they didn’t fall for his feeble attempt at misdirection. He'd only been curious. Sera rolled her eyes in disgust. “I don’t really care, but wipe the damn browser history. If Mom saw it, she’d never let any of us on the computer again." She turned to storm out of the room, but stopped short. "If you’re that desperate, ask a real girl to show you her tits.” Rowan, still snickering, asked, “Know any of your friends that would be interested?” “With your personality, you might want to stick to seedy websites.” Sera stalked back towards the tiny room pretending to be a study. Her braided tail swished mirroring her annoyance. Rowan continued laughing until Sera made it out of earshot. “So was it worth checking out?” Gael threw his pillow at Rowan’s head. He caught it and tossed it back. “Fine then. I’ll just have see for myself.” The website hadn’t been what Gael had hoped for. He appreciated big, but they had been cartoonish. His brother could find that out for himself if he wanted. Gael pretended to focus on his game, but embarrassment weighed upon his gut, simmering unpleasantly, an added heat layered upon the already stifling temperature. It would be a humid day on top of it. The fan swept across him offering momentary relief. By noon, Gael couldn’t even pretend to to care. The console kept growing damp in his palms, and even the small amount of effort to hold it above his face grew wearisome. He set it aside and sighed, letting his arms thump against his mattress in defeat. Rowan, still in nothing but his boxers and similarly sprawled out on his bed doing nothing, said, “I think I’m going to sit in the shower.” Then he dragged himself off in that direction. Gael lay alone and bored, room all to himself but couldn’t appreciate the solitude. A cold shower sounded like a great idea, and knowing Rowan, he’d occupy it for the next hour. He shuffled into the kitchen to get a glass of ice water which helped but didn’t give him any motivation. The sound of water spraying into the shower only made him consider how it would add to an already oppressive humidity, which didn’t improve his outlook. He made his way back towards his room and noticed Sera had her door shut. Some of what she said echoed through his thoughts. Part of that roused a twinge of embarrassment back to the forefront of his thoughts, but the constant urges of a young teenager nagged at him since he woke to the view of his own brother’s erection. Those urges proved far more persuasive than anything rational his mind could come up with a great deal of the time. Gael knocked on his sister’s door. After a long moment of silence, her muffled voice on the other side finally shouted, “What?” Gael took a deep breath and entered. Sera lay on her bed in the same almost non-existent shorts and with a shirt draped across her chest. He swallowed hard and focused his gaze on the small pile of clothing next to the foot of her bed. Nope, that had underwear, delicate, intriguing women's panties. Eventually he found an innocent patch of empty floor no one could accuse him of being weird over. She had obviously taken inspiration from Rowan, going topless. Sera rolled her eyes. “What do you want, titty boy?” That caught Gael’s attention. He yelped, dark eyes wide and panicked. “D-Don’t call me that!” His voice had a pathetic pleading quality to it. The voice crack didn't help. “If Rowan hears that, he’ll never stop using it. A-And then Mom will ask why and find out and none of us will get to use the computer.” Sera lazily shook her head, already looking as if she didn’t care. “Fine, whatever. What do you want?” At least there was one positive to come out of the debilitating heat. Gael pawed at the carpet with a hoof. His heart raced. She already thought he was a perv, and this wasn’t about to help his case. “What you said earlier. Would a girl really show me her, uh, well you know- I-If I asked?” Sera snorted. “Obviously not if you just start there. Don’t you know any girls? They’re just as horny and excited to show someone their genitals as you are.” She paused to give him a searching look. “Well, probably not as much as you are, but close enough. Girls like boys with a little courage, just don’t be pushy or a jerk. I know it's hard to imagine, but we're people just like you.” While Gael’s mouth felt dry, his tongue numb and sticky against the roof of his mouth, that hadn’t at all been the reply he’d expected. It almost sounded like sincere advice. From his sister. Courage. He could be brave. Gael ran a hand nervously through his dark mane. “Would you show me yours?” It felt like someone else spoke using his lips. The moment he asked, a sharp jolt coursed through his body like he’d made an enormous, iredeemable mistake. Sera’s eyebrows raised, then she laughed. “For a second I thought you were Rowan.” As her laughter dwindled and she studied whatever expression covered Gael’s face, she continued in a softer tone. “You know I’m your sister, right?” Gael wasn’t sure there was any expression on his face. Nothing happened behind his eyes for some time while his brain reset. “Y-Yeah um, haha? That would be something he’d say, right?” He wanted to run but it took all his effort just to stop his knees from giving out completely. Sera placed a hand across her collarbone to pin the shirt in place and stood up. It covered her breasts but let the small dots of each nipple peek through. She slowly walked past him and shut the door, then spoke from behind his shoulder. “Okay, but if I do, you have to show me your dick. That’s only fair, right?” Gael had never heard Sera speak in a seductive tone, but she certainly could when she wanted to. The increasing tightness of his underwear made him shift as did her unseen gaze. Sera circled back in front of him, the two of them taking up most of the free space in the small room. Only one hand held the fluttering t-shirt up in front of her breasts. “Deal?” Was this another joke? Would she make fun of him if he said yes? Would she tell Rowan? It didn’t matter. He’d risk anything in the off-chance she were serious. “Okay.” And just like that, Sera drew her hand away. The shirt fell away. No girls his own age had boobs like Sera's - large, full, perfectly accompanied by an athletic torso and strong hips canted at a confident angle. Black nipples proudly rose from the short sandy brown fur that covered her body. Gael gasped, both at her beauty and the uncomfortable bind his erection found itself tangled up in his pants. Sera let him admire her, shoulders back and chest arched ever so slightly forward, confident in her own body. She had every reason to be. Her eyes eventually lowered the obvious outline of his erection slowly working its way down his left pant leg. “Well?” she asked. “I upheld my end of the bargain. Unless you need your sister’s help for that too.” Gael’s eyes widened. Would she want to, or would she prefer he take initiative? He squirmed, but his pants needed to come off before it got any more uncomfortable. Getting changed in the locker room still made Gael overly aware of his own shyness, even while nobody paid him any attention. Sera paid him a whole lot of attention, but it wasn’t like she didn’t already notice his predicament. He fiddled with his waistband of his shorts, then carefully drew his underwear over the swell of his erection in one motion. His cock tried to swing outward until he worked his clothes over the tip. Once free, his cock swung upward in a grand arc. Sera said nothing, only watched. Only the confines of his shorts kept him from a full erection. Freedom quickly rectified that. The smooth dark flesh of his cock grew stiff despite its length, from matte black to glossy, two mottled pink patches above the medial ring. A mixture of relief and embarrassment and excitement tingled through his body. Every small contraction in his hips sent his entire length gently bobbing in front of him. This time it was Gael’s turn to watch his sister’s face. Her large dark eyes followed the lazy pendulous movements of his cock. He wondered if he had the same captivated expression on his face, lips slightly parted as if to speak but unable to find the words, a tense excitement, wanting to reach out and- “Could I touch them?” Gael’s own voice surprised him. He hadn’t thought about asking that question, hadn’t approved his lips to form the sounds, yet they cut through a tense silence despite the hushed excitement of his voice. Sera held her gaze on his cock for a moment longer before meeting his eyes again. They were softer, wider, her smile excited. “Same deal. You get to touch, I get to touch. Agreed?” Her chest rose and fall with quickened breaths. So did Gael's. He nodded, and Sera grinned. She didn’t move, only stood there, her large beautiful breasts on full display, waiting for him. Gael swallowed hard then shuffled half a step closer and nearly toppled into her, forgetting the shorts still around his ankles. After untangling himself and enduring a quiet chuckle from Sera, he lifted a trembling hand towards her, expecting her boob to somehow lunge and bite him like a poised snake. Instead his palms settled into a firm yet submissive mound of delicate warmth. He squeezed gently. Her boob let his fingers sink into their glorious curves but not without a small effort. They were firmer than he expected, heavier too, not pillowy soft like he’d heard from - other sources. Though they were soft in a way, the short silky fur covering her more so. He lifted her breast and let go, watching both jiggle before letting his other hand join in. Sera sighed happily when he brushed a thumb across one of her stiff nipples. Like her breasts, they had a, entrancing physicality, the way it sprang, both hard and soft at the same time, that satisfied some primal part of his horny young brain. It rolled between his fingers, springy and elastic, made to be touched. Gael didn’t know how long he spent groping his sister’s chest. Her hand eventually caught his wrist, not hard, not to stop him, but more to remind him of a reality that existed outside of her breasts. He hadn’t even realized how much more aroused he’d grown. A steady drip of precum leaked from the tip of his wavering cock and onto the floor of his bedroom. He pulled his hands away. “S-Sorry.” “It’s okay.” Her voice was gentle, quiet with the reverence their situation deserved. She didn’t look at him, not his face anyway. Gael let his hands fall to his sides and waited. He didn’t have to wait long. Careless of the small clear drops lazily wetting the carpet between his hooves, Sera ran the tips of her fingers up the length of his shaft. Pleasure sent his cock leaping into the air, and she patiently waited for his heavy shaft to fall back into her hand before continuing. He drizzled her forearm with precum, then released an embarrassing gush onto her wrist when she cupped his burgeoning flare in her palm, fingers lightly encircling his shaft. She didn’t pull away, even as it soaked into the dark fur that painted the last foot of her arms and legs. “Does this mean you’re cumming?” Sera asked softly. He panted with the effort not to. “It means I’m close.” Her fingers gently squeezed his swelling flare, testing its minuscule give. “If I let you do it on my chest, will you clean me up?” Sera squeezed him again. Her palm might just cover the tip of his engorged flare if she tried. “Yeah,” Gael said without thought. He’d do just about anything she asked him in that moment, his hips trembling with the restraint of not thrusting wildly into her hand. Silently, Sera knelt gracefully in front of him. It was the hottest thing he’d seen in real life or in porn or even played out in his own fantasies. “Tell me what to do.” Sera ran her wide flat tongue up the flared tip of his cock, letting his precum spill between her parted lips. Gael whined and almost collapsed as he erupted onto Sera’s chin. She gasped, the force of his first pulse splattering noisily against her fur, thick cum oozing towards her breasts before the next struck her. She brought her other hand to stroke the lower half of his cock while she aimed his flare towards her breasts, drenching them in his pent up release. Viscous white cum glazed her ample breasts and collected in the deep valley between them. Rivulets clung to the underside of her boobs, defying gravity. Her chest channeled the rest between and down onto her belly, slowly descending towards her navel and then her shorts. Gael thought it might never end, hoped it wouldn't, as thick pulse after pulse spattered against Sera's perfect body. Sera’s hands slowed, but she held his softening cock long enough to run her tongue across his tip one last time, licking the remaining cum clean. Gael whined in pleasure then also fell to his knees, propping himself up on his hands. He panted hard, vision swimming, his body pleasantly numbed by the afterglow of such an orgasm. It had been a few days since he could relieve that desperate tension himself. Sera collected the cum traveling towards her navel with one finger and licked that too, grinning. “That was a little more than I expected.” She giggled and wiggled her cum-drenched tits at him. “Your turn again.” His topless sister once again presented him with a sight that utterly enthralled him. She smiled widely even as his ejaculate dripped from the underside of her breasts and made a complete mess of her beautiful coat. She let him, made him cum on her. “Do you have a towel in here already?” He’d look for one as soon as he could pull his eyes away from her body. Sera laughed. “That’s not what I meant.” The mischief in her voice managed to pull Gael’s attention upwards, and when she caught his gaze, she leaned forward to curl a hand around the back of his neck and draw him forward slowly enough that even his addled post-orgasm brain had time to realize what he’d agreed to. Despite the initial tremor that ran through his shoulders, the brief pause, Gael relented. He let her guide his face towards her belly, to the lowest part of her his cum yet reached. Heat amplified Sera’s scent, clean sweat and something uniquely hers that resonated with some deep instinctual knowledge within Gael’s mind. Something warmer and far more intriguing rose from her shorts. Not the physical scent itself, that remained subtle, but what it did to his mind- Sera firmly held his lips from going any lower, even when his neck strained. He ran his tongue across her belly just below the navel, wanting to know her taste before his masked it. He buried his blunt snout against her muscular abdomen, inhaling, running his wide flat tongue across her fur. Sera gently cupped the back of his head in her hands, let him a final few moments of personal indulgence, then lifted his lips higher. The first bitter taste of his own cum flared his nostrils. He snorted, but Sera held him, gentle but insistent. He didn’t fight her. Despite his unwelcome addition, it was worth getting to lick her body. And the more he licked away his dense slimy ejaculate, the more of her silken fur and wonderful curves he could enjoy free of his bitter salty musk. Gael lapped at the underside of her breasts, pushed his nose into their weighty bounce, wriggled his snout between them. He suckled at her tits like a babe, cradled against her while Sera whimpered soft noises and curled her fingers into his mane. She even stopped him the first time he tried to pull away from her nipple and return to his task. Gael happily obliged, groping her other breast while his tongue played with the stiff nub interspersed with a gentle nibbles that brought a moan to Sera's lips. If he continued like this, she’d push him away from her thoroughly groomed chest to find him fully hard again. Would she think that brave or pushy? It wasn’t like he had any control over the matter. His cock never bothered to retract back into his sheath, and he felt it twitch back to life. Sera whined when he finally moved away from her nipples to clean the last of his cum from her collarbone. The salty bite of his cum had long since numbed his tongue to the taste, though it left an unpleasant sensation on his tongue and throat. It didn’t take him long. Most ended up on her tits and belly. Gael didn’t stop. He continued higher, licking her throat, then kissing it, gently nipping her hide until he lifted his head for a kiss and- Gael caught himself just as Sera lifted a hand to intercept him, both panting with desire and raw, barely restrained lust. They stared into one another’s eyes, each waiting for the other to speak, to act, to try and pin down where exactly this ended. Or didn’t. Leaned forward as he was, his cock gently slapped against his belly, and the meaty thump restarted the flow of time. Sera glanced down at his full erection, then she drew away. It was the right thing to do no matter how heavy the crushing weight of disappointment dropped into his stomach. At least that was what he thought until Sera lay onto her back. Her large breasts redistributed beneath their own weight. Sera’s knees remained bent, intentionally or not directing Gael’s eyes between them and the tiny black and white shorts that barely constituted more than underwear. She said nothing, only watched Gael expectantly with those dark, playful eyes. If he didn’t know better, the way she held her legs, ready to lift her hips when he tried to pull down her shorts- She hadn’t made him agree to anything this time, offered him no other direction than to think with his dick. Gael crawled towards her. Sera let his shoulders nudge aside her legs, said nothing as he ran a hand down the slope they made of her thighs, nor when he caressed her taut belly. And when his fingers traced the waistline of her shorts, then hooked underneath, she lifter her butt off the ground just as he imagined, letting him easily peel them down her long powerful legs. Only a pair of simple white cotton panties remained to her. The dark skin of her smooth hairless privates showed through the sheer fabric, and he could clearly make out her lips where her arousal turned the fabric nearly transparent. He felt like a brute sliding his fingers underneath such delicate fabric. He slowly peeled her panties free. Thick strands of arousal clung between cloth and cunt. They felt heavy in his hand when he finally guided the panties around her hooves, the thin strand that covered her pussy sodden in her own juices. Gael stared at her bare pussy, black lips gleaming with the evidence of excitement. Sera’s eager breathing whispered to him in the near silence yet offered no direction. What did she expect of him? What would she allow? He slowly pulled his shirt over his head to give himself time to think, but in the fumbling of his shaking fingers, he spent what little brain power he had left in untangling himself. Then they were both completely naked, his sister laid out on her back, legs parted, the tight slit of her pussy drooling in anticipation. Gael couldn’t. He wasn’t brave. Denying every desperate instinct burning away thought, Gael lowered his face towards her sex instead of his hips, dribbling precum across her bedroom floor as he did. Heat radiated from between her thighs along with that sharp scent that set hooks into his mind, that left little room for anything but the desire to breed. He could. Part of him knew he could, that she’d let him. His cock slapped the underside of his belly again, and he let out a sharp breath across Sera’s pelvis with the effort to not cum at the mere sight of her. It was a close thing. He nearly reached her core when a hand caught his chin and forced his eyes upwards. Large breasts rose from the horizon of her belly, and dark eyes peered over their crest. Slowly, she pulled him towards her, and Gael had no choice but to follow. Her knees spread, allowing him to crawl over her, their bodies separated by inches. His cock relaxed and settled atop her belly. Sera sucked in a sharp breath. Gael swallowed hard, desperately trying not to think about how his cock twitched, lifting from Sera’s tight abdomen only to gently fall back atop it and leak a few more drops of precum across her fur. Much more and he’d be cleaning her off with his tongue again, a prospect that only further excited him. “Are you sure?” He could barely get the words to come out of his mouth. Sera nodded. “A-Are you um- I don’t have any condoms.” Sera bit her lip but nodded again. “It’s fine.” “Have you-?” He didn’t have to finish the question. Sera shook her head. “Just go slow,” she whispered. Gael couldn’t believe what he was about to do even as he leaned back to align himself against his sister’s well lubricated lips. His blunt tip slid between her thighs, the heat of her body startling, as was the sudden undeniable urge to take her. It took several tries to work his thick cock inside her reluctantly tight sex. But those few attempts, his thick tip mixing their slick fluids and coating the blunt face of his cock, her tight lips slowly surrendering, no longer able to resist his thick ridged tip. Gael tried to be gentle. A probing thrust popped him inside her, and that initial powerful clench failed to push him back out. Gael found nothing left to stop him from invading his sister’s velvet sex. He fell into her in one slow, measured motion. Deep, endlessly, wonderfully deep, a hot silken void that accepted the staggering length of his cock. The way her inner flesh parted before the broad girth of his cock stole away any sense of control away from Gael. Her hands caught him by the hips, but only to help guide him further, pulling him deeper rather than to slow his advance. She whined in quiet pleasure as her insides parted smoothly around his blunt cock, inviting despite how hard her inner muscles clamped down around his length. Gael let his weight settle atop her, stunned by how incredible her body felt around and beneath him, his weight compressing her quick breaths into a shallow panting hiss. He clung to her shoulders, their heartbeats racing alongside each other’s, felt through the intimacy of their mated sex. “It’s fucking huge,” Sera whined into his ear, quiet, a hint of discomfort beneath the saccharine purr in her voice. “Should I stop?” Gael didn’t think he could, but words were easy. “You better not.” Sera’s grip tightened on his waist, then briefly roamed the tensed muscles of his rump. “I’m okay. Well, far better than okay. Be as rough as you need to.” Her legs curled around the backs of his, and her embrace shifted to his shoulders, breasts squished to his chest. Despite how intimately she held him, Gael found it easy to move his hips, letting her boobs cushion him, the way she clung to his shoulders encourage his weight towards her body, so when he attempted his first true thrust, his hips knocked against the backs of her thighs, his balls following a heartbeat later. Something soft and silky and firm resisted the blunt and increasingly flared tip of his cock. Instinct signaled that he reached her penultimate depth. Giving her his seed now, as his cock strained against her limit, would fill her belly with his foals. Sera yelped before muffling herself in the crook of his shoulder. Her fingernails clawed into his back, but he barely noticed. Her pussy clamped down around his length, only his flaring tip able to resist, stretching her in preparation to bear his cum. Her entire insides contracted, forcing him harder against that burning silken wall, her clit winking into his groin. Gael cradled the top of her head, vision blanking, and bucked his hips wildly, rutting himself through her sloppy suckling cunt. “I’m gonna-” was all he could growl into her shoulder. Sera’s only reply was to hold him tighter, legs locking around his butt when his engorged flare sealed against the unyielding portal to her womb. He came with the same ferocity of his final thrust, breeding his sister in pure animal desperation. His balls danced against Sera’s rump, the same muscles gifting him unimaginable pleasure fervently pumped their contents down the length of his thick shaft to crash against her cervix. The wide flare of his cock spread her open and ensured that sudden liquid pressure injected his cum deep into her womb before his massive flare could no longer contain the swell. Heat slowly radiated back down the length of his shaft, and a second dazing calm settled across his body, relaxing his muscles with the surety that he'd fertilized his mare. Gael went limp atop Sera, the full length of her pussy gently milking his cock even after he spent himself within her. Not that he minded. He could lay like this inside her all day even as the afternoon heat and exertion drew sweat down his ribs. Sera panted just as hard beneath him. While her embrace relaxed, she kept her arms and legs draped around him. She moaned in a satisfied sort of way. “I’ve never felt so full in my life.” She let her head loll to the side, dark eyes lidded and glassy. Gael took that as a sign to pull out. His hips didn’t quite agree, and he more or less rolled off her, even the steamy sex-scented air cool against his sweaty chest. His flare remained full even as his shaft softened, and the way it dragged through Sera’s insides carried with it all the cum that managed to force its way around his flare. Thick cum spilled from her black lips before they stretched wide to birth his flare with a wet fleshy pop. Sera’s pussy winked several more times after he pulled out. A trail of fluids pooled underneath her tail and in the dimple of her asshole, his cum a bright white against the stark black of her hide. Gael was too exhausted and overwhelmed to truly appreciate the sight, but he stored it away in his mind to come back to. “Should I uh, help get you off?” he asked between panted breaths. Sera laughed wearily. “If I cum that hard again, I think I might die. Not that I'd complain.” She brought her hands to her belly, one resting on her pelvis, the other tracing what Gael assumed was the path he'd taken through her. He never quite believed that girls could actually fit a whole penis in them. It had been incredible. As they lay alongside one another, worry bubbled up from the depths of Gael’s belly. “And you can’t get pregnant, right?” Sera didn’t respond, but more worrying was whether Sera saw that as a one time thing. There were a lot of things he hadn’t considered before stumbling down this path. He didn’t think he could live in the same house as her, knowing the pure bliss that waited for him just down the hall at nearly every hour of the day, if he could never taste that pleasure again. It would drive him mad. “Sera?” Gale licked his lips, almost paralyzed by the contrast between the best and worst case scenarios presented to him. “We can do this again, right?” Sera’s head rolled over towards him, a dazed grin on her face, dark eyes agleam. “How long until you can get it up?”