Gael found some worn shirts to place on the floor while Sera rested. Of course he stopped to watch once his cum began to leak from her black lips, the contrast in color stark and all the more obvious as his thick seed trickled across and pooled in the shallow divot of other hole. Her asshole clenched in tandem with her winking pussy, flashing her large clit and push more of his cum from her lips. It didn’t take him long at all to get hard again. Sera noticed before he did, and she let him know by getting onto all fours and flagging her tail high in the air, careless of the cum that dribbled onto the floor and seeped into the reddish-brown fur of her toned thighs. Gael couldn’t resist. Neither of them said anything. Gael ran a hand over her firm butt. Evidence of what they’d already done shone on the length of his black and pink cock. His large balls swung, just as heavy as before he emptied them inside of her the first time. The fingers of his left hand settled around her hip while he gripped himself with his right. He nudged the tip of his cock against her entrance. Sera gasped and ever so slightly pushed back against his blunt tip, giving all the permission he needed. Unlike the first time, his cock already well lubricated and her pussy dripping with every sexual fluid they could produce between them, Gael easily drove himself deep on the first thrust. Blinding pleasure made him stumble forward, nearly falling onto her back. Sera muffled herself with a hand but fell forward onto her elbows. It felt even better. She was just as tight, but his cock moved effortlessly through her clinging folds, and the thick fluid that built up in front of his blunt tip urged some instinctive part of him to fuck the cum out of her, even if it was his own. Gael shuffled forward and slammed his hips against Sera’s butt. They both moaned in unison. The sensation of something within her resisting his advance only hardened his desire. His fingers dug into her hips, and he took one of her shoulder to help drag her onto his bucking cock. Sera’s heavy breasts swung beneath her chest, nipples brushing the carpet beneath her. She groaned into the floor as Gael battered her innermost barrier, the blunt tip of his cock squeezing cum out of the way only for his growing flare to scoop it towards her entrance when he withdrew. It wouldn’t last long. Gael groaned in pleasure as his balls slapped against her winking clit and the cum leaking around the thick base of his shaft. Feeling himself slam against the limits of her hot pussy, the wet squelching sounds her body made around his cock, and the way she clenched when her pussy winked, flush against his pelvis, drove him almost feral, the hot slick fluids of their mating smeared between them and the smooth hairless hide of their genitals. Sera tried to keep quiet, but in his current mindset, a domineering pride filled him with each enduring grunt as did the enduring moans his thrusts compelled from her lungs. Gael didn’t last. His flare swelled, fighting against Sera’s tight pussy. But as was their nature, Gael stretched her cervix and forced his seed upon her womb. Gael collapsed atop her, his bony hips digging into her accommodating butt. Her body squeezed around his cock, but the powerful muscles that pumped heavy seed into her cunt had no trouble overcoming her feigned resistance. He felt each pulse travel the length of his shaft before ballooning within the cup his flare mated against her cervix - the embodiment of perfection. It was just as intense as their first. Sweat trickled down his forehead, but Gael barely noticed anymore. The day’s heat felt inconsequential against that of his sister’s body against and around him. His nostrils flared with panted breaths. The scent of their sex filled the humid room. He couldn’t imagine anything hotter. Porn had seemed so exciting just that morning, yet nothing online would ever compare to the real thing again. He couldn’t fathom why anyone bothered doing anything but fuck all day. Intermittent tremors ran through Sera’s body beneath him. Sera sounded just as breathless. “Not that I don’t enjoy it, but are you going to lay on me all afternoon?” “Can I?” Sera chuckled, but Gael pushed himself up using her shoulders for support, then began the arduous task of withdrawing his sensitive cock from the depths of her suckling cunt. A rush of cum scooped out by his flare spilled down her thighs proceeding the loud wet pop of his flare. The sight of her lips distend to divulge his glistening flared tip instilled a lewd fascination within him. A flash of her beautiful silken pink disappeared behind the mystique of her black hide. Gael relaxed back onto his haunches, Sera onto her chest, keeping her hips raised. A steady trickle of milky fluids leaked from her lips and spread down her athletic tummy. He couldn't pull his eyes away from her hairless groin. Smooth black hide stretched from the base of her tail down below the rounded bottom of her pussy which lazily winked with no regularity. Sera turned her head to rest her cheek against the ground. She stroked her belly, fingers splayed above her navel. “This is going to be coming out of me all day. I can feel it in me when I breathe.” The warmth in her voice didn’t make it sound like that was a bad thing. Saying he wasn’t horny would be a lie. He didn’t think he’d ever be not horny again, but at least the impulsive judgment-addling intensity had eased. Part of him wanted to go lie down no matter how desperately he needed a shower. On the other hand, his sister remained naked with her hips raised to him so that he had a clear view of his sexual fluids leaking from her cunt. He shifted himself and lowered his head level to get a better look at her body. Was he a selfless partner, or just so desperate to entice her to continue once the initial rush of hormones gave way to rational consideration? As he drew closer to her dripping pussy and the scent of their fresh mating clouded his mind, it turned out that it didn’t really matter. Gael’s wide tongue dragged up the length of her slick messy lips. Sera gasped. Her body quivered in delighted response. “You don’t- Oooh~” The next pass of his tongue reduced any coherent speech to meaningless elated noises. Thick salty fluid tempered by her milder pleasant taste coated slick heated flesh. Gael teased her thighs between exploring her tight lips, but despite wanting to experience Sera in her entirety, he kept returning to her winking clit. The way her body thrust that stiff hidden oasis of flesh against his tongue was intoxicating. His inexperienced lips kissed her where he knew she’d expose herself in response, divulging the delicate secret to her pleasure into his waiting tongue. “Don’t stop!” The desperate whine of her voice let him know this was not the last time they would engage in the forbidden enjoyment of one another’s bodies. Her hips trembled, and Gael nearly took a hoof to the ribs before she squealed loud enough that a more observant person might worry if anyone outside the room heard. Gael sloppily made out with her fiercely winking clit, his blunt snout pressed firmly against her lips, heedless of the fluids she smeared across his nose. It lasted what felt like eternity to Gael, far longer than he took to come down from his own orgasm, and lifetimes could pass during that brilliance. He only stopped when Sera toppled onto her side gasping, dark eyes glassy and distant. Her arms and legs twitched, and Gael watched her abdomen ripple with the aftershocks of pleasure. When the light returned to her eyes, she gently stroked her fingertips over her pelvis as if to check it was still there. “Fuck,” she panted. “I mean I came a few times when you were in me but that was-” A long sigh shook from her chest. Gale remembered exactly how full her tits were now that she exposed them to him again, and a dumb grin spread across his glistening lips as he watched them heave with gasping breaths. Sera covered her face in her hands and rolled onto her back. “I need a very long shower.” She peered between her fingers. “It looks like you do too. Ugh.” Bold, and still a little bit stupid from creeping desire and the sight of his sister’s naked and well used body, Gael spoke. “I think it’s hot when you have my cum on you. And I don’t mind helping clean up.” "Is that so?" Sera laughed wearily. “That’s not that part I mind. Rowan will come looking for us eventually.” Reality came crashing down like the cold shower he longed for. Of course he also imagined Sera in that shower with him. Rowan would get suspicious. While the summer heat shortened everyone’s temper, it wasn’t like he and Sera had been super close before that. It was hard not to imagine what it would be like to laze around the house fully naked in this heat, rutting his sister on a whim and feeling the sweat and sex cool in his short fur before joining each other in the shower to repeat the process. “I should probably go first?” Gael asked dejectedly. “Probably.” Sera didn’t quite look at him, still catching her breath with hands over her face, so she didn’t notice Gael crawl towards her until he placed a hand on her knee. She didn’t resist him drawing her legs apart, nor when he lined himself up between her thighs. Gale pressed a hand firmly against her belly to feel his cock pass beneath his palm. The increasing swell of his flare forced her guts out of the way of his thick shaft. Her tits bounced each time his hips impacted her thighs. He held one in place, groping her chest while the other jiggled hypnotically. Their bodies fit perfectly together. The tip of his cock struck Sera’s limit with just enough force not to cause pain, yet that sudden unyielding resistance triggered an ingrained instinct to cum, so he did without thought or restraint. His balls twitched eagerly against her rump as they delivered several jets of cum into her belly directly beneath his fingers. She said nothing when he pulled out, only panted, body twitching with aftershocks of pleasure. He dressed just as quickly as he’d cum. Sweat and all manner of fluids alongside weary muscles made the task that much more of a challenge. He just needed to make it across the hall and into the shower that thankfully was unoccupied. Cool water did little to sooth his weary muscles but sharpened his thoughts. Gael washed himself efficiently until he came to the part of himself that needed the most attention. The moment his fingers touched the loose folds of his sheath, his flaccid cock lowered between his thighs. There was no helping that the motion of washing cum and female lubrication from his black and pink shaft mirrored that of pleasuring himself. A few seconds later Gael found himself fully hard, his long cock throbbing eagerly in the warm humid air as his thoughts drifted back to Sera. He needed her again. His fingers tightened around his base in a poor imitation of her lips. Nothing could imitate the feeling of her pussy winking against his pelvis at the same time as his flaring tip stretched her belly. In the moment of their passion, he hadn't really considered the length of his cock, but without Sera's body to distract him, he gazed at his erection. All of it had been inside her, every last inch. The tip must have nearly reached her sternum. Precum leaking from his swelling flare mingled with falling water. He felt his balls pumping in anticipation. Gael slowly stroked himself, then cupped his engorged head in his other palm as the edges of his tip curled back before his impending release. He couldn't stop himself. Humid air filled his nostrils. A gentle squeeze of his flare triggered his hips to buck against his palm, just enough like the feeling of thrusting into his sister and finding her with no more depth to offer him. The first jet struck his palm so hard he jerked it out of the way of the next. Cum coated his hand and now painted the tile wall in wild streaks as his cock bounced with the force of each blissful contraction. Thrusting against air left so much to be desired, yet his knees wavered, balance nearly overcome with pleasure. Cumming several times inside his sister didn't diminish the sheer volume of jizz his young teenage body could produce at a moment's notice. Gael panted heavily, absently watching his cum ooze down pale blue tile. A brief blush of shame warmed his chest, at the fact he should have saved it all for Sera, at the fact that he was fucking his sister, and at the cum dripping off his fingertips. Glazing the wall didn't satisfy him the same way as watching his cum leak from her lips, thick alabaster jizz spilling across her asshole and soaking into the base of her tail beneath flashes of her pink clit. It took longer than he hoped to clean up the evidence, but Gael felt sated by the time he turned off the water and wrapped himself in a towel to dry. In his rush to shower, Gael hadn't grabbed a fresh change of clothing. At least for a short time, the hallway offered a pleasant chill to his damp fur. Gael only just closed the door to his bedroom when he heard Sera's open. Rowan still hadn't dressed beyond a pair of boxers. He lay sprawled out in his bed scrolling through his phone. His dark eyes drifted to Gael's back. "Enjoy your shower?" Gael froze, a spike of panic rising up from the lowest parts of his stomach. Surely Rowan couldn't have guessed what happened between him and Sera. He swallowed hard and shrugged but couldn't drop his towel with Rowan's eyes fixed on him like that. Rowan's shit-eating grin didn't help. "You know I've seen your dick before, right?" The towel almost fell from Gael's fingers out of pure shock. "What?" Rowan shrugged. "Not like I'm trying to look, but sometimes you're asleep at full mast. Not just me that wakes up hard every morning." "When are you ever up before I am?" Gael rummaged through a drawer in search of something clean to wear. Hopefully Rowan wouldn't notice the embarrassment on his face. At least it hadn't been about Sera. "It happens. Besides, that's not the point. I've seen you, I assume you've seen mine, so I was thinking. Seems like a waste to shower every time we want to jack off, right? Or have to wait until the middle of the night to sneak on the computer? I don't mind jerking off while you're in here if you don't." Gael paused, the underwear in his hands momentarily forgotten. His brother was shameless, sure, but there were plenty of times he found himself irrationally annoyed that he couldn't find time to himself. And it was a rare show of consideration from Rowan on top of that. Of course after what just happened with Sera, maybe he wouldn't need to. What if Sera wanted him to go to her room and let her watch, or maybe help? His cock snaked its way out of his sheathe and down the inside of his thighs. Gael unconsciously ran a thumb over the comfortable cotton boxers in his hand. "I- I guess that would be fine," he replied slowly. Rowan let out a deep sigh. "You have no idea what a relief that is. I jerked it twice earlier and I'm already practically leaking through my shorts. Did you see those pictures Davy's sister posted on Instalamb?" Gael groaned and rolled his eyes, already regretting his decision. "I did not," he muttered and hurriedly dressed with his back to Rowan. Despite the chill of his damp fur drying, Gael paused with the pair of shorts in his hands. The creeping heat and humidity already encroached upon his shower's temporary releif. He placed the shorts back in his drawer and shut it. Rowan wasn't wearing anything more either. He got back into his own bed and grabbed his phone off the nightstand. Nothing interesting waited in the several alerts that accumulated during his time away, as usual. Still, he found an excuse to occupy his mind with something familiar even as the memory of his sister's naked body taunted him. By chance, he glanced over at Rowan. While the door to their room remained closed, Rowan casually ran a hand lightly along his clear, unobscured erection. His thumb flicked through something on his phone, unconcerned that anyone might see his cock. Something conspiratorial fluttered through Gael's insides at the sight of his brother openly stroking himself. He didn't seem to care when a few drops of precum fell onto his belly. Rowan's cock had more pink mottling than Gael's. The curiosity of who was bigger flit unbidden through his thoughts. He couldn't tell from a distance, though they didn't seem too different in size. Something shifted near his groin, and Gael was surprised to find his cock drooping from its sheath, still flaccid, but ready. The wave of heat that washed through his body was purely an internal one. He tore his eyes away from Rowan. A stray thought of his sister must have drifted through his mind. Gael tried to focus on an article about a video game that a friend tried convincing him to get, but in the quiet of their room, he couldn't ignore the whisper of heated breath and muffled thump of Rowan's cock twitching against his belly. Gael swallowed and glanced back out of the corner of his eye. Precum glistened on the blunt rounded head of Rowan's pink tip. A large patch of darkened fur spread from where his tip throbbed against his belly. Rowan stroked an open palm along its length, occasionally gripping just below the first signs of his growing flare. It was only after far too long that he noticed Rowan watching him back. Gael's eyes widened and he jerked his attention away, but it was too late. "You want to watch me cum?" Rowan asked as if Gael wasn't currently imploding from embarrassment. "N-No it's fine. I wasn't-" He couldn't finish the empty denial. His throat burned. "I don't mind. I'd watch you cum. If you offered." Aside from a slightly breathy tension from holding himself close to release, Rowan sounded as casual as if they were discussing a TV show they both watched and had no particularly strong opinion on. "Don't be weird," Gael said but betrayed himself. He tried to make eye contact, to drive home his point, but his gaze faltered on a dribble of glistening clear precum leaking down Rowan's pink flare. He was close. Rowan continued slowly stroking himself. "It's not weird. Even if it was, and it's not, you're clearly interested. Go ahead and look." For emphasis, Rowan spread his legs wider. His boxers slid down past his knees, thighs spread to show off large black balls. Gael couldn't help himself, not with his hormones raging and an open invitation. Rowan grinned knowingly and beckoned Gael over to the bed. It took a moment for Gael to realize what Rowan meant by it. Leaving his cock to bob idly against his stomach, Rowan finished removing his underwear, fully baring himself. The same reddish-brown fur covered his lanky but lean-muscled body, hands and feet shaded black. Rowan leaned back against the wall, legs casually spread with more than enough room for Gael to take a seat next to him on the bed. Something drew Gael towards his brother. What was one more overt act of incest. At least neither of them could get pregnant. Gael was half way across the small room before he realized it, and he'd come too far to reconsider, so he sat down beside Rowan's hooves. His brother paid him little attention, focus returning to whatever he had pulled up on his cellphone. Having a dick and seeing one up close were two very different things entirely. Gael never really inspected himself that way, especially while jerking off. Rowan's cock twitched close enough that Gael could have reached out and grasped the long thick shaft. The smooth flesh near his base mirrored that of his sheath, all black until the medial ring where the pink mottling began, the skin more delicate. The obvious ridge of his urethra stood out underneath, bloating each time precum dribbled from his broad tip. Rowan stroked himself gently. His tip throbbed closer to flaring each time his fingers reached the crown where it would form. Gael leaned closer without meaning to, and only noticed when Rowan caught his eye. Embarrassment locked his muscles in place, but Rowan only released the light grip he held on his cock, allowing it to throb under its own will in an unvoiced offer. Gael shuffled closer, and Rowan shifted away from the wall to prop himself up on one elbow. His legs spread wider. It wasn't weird. Why wouldn't he want to help his brother get off? Despite their differences, they got along well for the most part. Their sister must have felt similar in one way or another, and she was way smarter than either of them. Gael gently cupped Rowan's heavy balls. His cock slapped the damp patch of fur on his belly in response. They felt warm in his palm, and the smooth orbs within twitched in response to his touch, lifting towards Rowan's pelvis. Then Gale reached for Rowan's shaft. It felt a strange mix of familiar and strange. His fingers didn't quite move as smoothly up Rowan's shaft, the powerful twitches unexpected and seemingly random. Rowan made a quiet pleasured noise. "Just go slow. I'm already kind of close. Uh, unless you're eager." Rowan chuckled nervously to himself. Gael said nothing, stroking his brother's cock all the way up to its tip and getting precum on his fingers in the process. The pink tip glistened. Gael brought Rowan's shaft upright to watch the clear fluid collect at the center of his growing flare until it spilled over the edge. There was a lot of it, flowing from a tip set into a depression at the center of his flared head. "You know," Rowan began quietly, his tone hesitant for once. "You could save me a lot of effort cleaning up. If you wanted to." The memory of something bitter and salty flashed across Gael's mind. Cleanup was always a pain. It was why Gael mostly got off in the shower. Licking his own off Sera's body hadn't been so bad, mostly because it involved licking Sera's magnificent tits. Gael leaned closer, considering. He already had his brother's cock in hand, stroking him. Precum glistened on Rowan's pink flaring tip, forming a clear viscous pool at its center. Gael tipped Rowna's cock towards himself. Precum sloshed towards the edge of his flare, but Gael brought his lips tof Rowan's flare and drank. It had a faint salty taste but lacked the sharp bitterness of cum. Gael followed up by running his long flat tongue across Rowan's flared tip. "Sorry," Rowan gasped. "I'm about to-" Gael panicked and tried to stuff Rowan's already flared cock into his mouth. Rowan helped in his own selfish way, grabbing the back of Gael's head and urging him down. Gael gagged, or tried to. The flare had no chance of fitting down his throat, but it forcefully mated against it with the aid of Rowan's orgasmic zeal. Rowan bucked his hips against the barrier to Gael's throat. Even as tears welled in Gael's eyes, he knew the sensation Rowan felt, that soft, tight resistance of bottoming out in a mare. Cum battered the back of Gael's throat and found nowhere to go. The fully engorged flare formed a perfect seal. Thick heavy warmth swelled between Geal's throat and his brother's cock until the second powerful jet forced its way down the past of least resistance. Semen poured into Gael's throat, a sensation of liquid penetration followed by gooey warmth oozing into his chest. Rowan gasped, the muscles in his thighs flexing hard, the fingers gripping the back of Gael's head squeezing in pleasure and without reprieve. Rowan bucked gently, grinding his thick flare into the back of Gael's throat as he bred it. Each spurt felt alike a blow to the head, the heady power and the brilliant flash of warmth melted Gael's thoughts into the submissive puddle he'd felt servicing Sera. Rowan sagged backwards onto the bed, breathing hard. His cock popped free of Gaels mouth who sat back spluttering, once again able to breathe properly. In the moment, he'd barely tasted it, but now the musk of Rowan's cum tinged every breath. "Sorry!" Rowan laughed breathlessly. "Got carried away, but you have no idea how good that felt. Damn." Had that comment come a few hours earlier, it would have been accurate, but Gael did understand the brilliant loss of control an orgasm aided by someone else could provide. "Uh, thanks." After a short pause he added. "Looks like you enjoyed it too." Only then did Gael, preoccupied by breathing, glance down. His own erection poked through the left leg of his boxers, throbbing visibly. Precum left a small damp spot upon Rowan's pale green sheets. Rowan chuckled, likely at the mortified expression on Gael's face. "Don't worry. I'd be happy to do this again." "It's no- I uh," but Gael faltered off in a fit of coughing and got up in a far-too-late attempt to obscure his very obvious erection and return to his own bed. "Yeah," he finished vaguely, still unsure of how he felt about the situation. Two situations, really. Even if his thoughts couldn't yet admit it, the amount of time it took to calm his excitement should have made it clear enough. Better yet, just like with Sera, Rowan went back to his own thing and left Gael to do his, just two teens helping one another deal with their raging hormones, nothing else. Simple. Silence replaced the gentle hiss of water from the shower. Would she be laying naked in her bed to dry? Would she want to see him again so soon after they both washed up? Because he desperately wanted to see her.