Samantha was happy with whatever romantic gesture Timothy would offer her, but she was still a little confused when she saw the small, stereotypical box sitting in the palm of his hand.

“...There are so many reasons why I shouldn’t take this, Tim...”

Timothy could only blink at her reaction. He hadn’t considered how handing someone a ring box would look, as young as their relationship still was.

“Why not?”

“The fact that we’re siblings, the fact that we’re only 19, the fact that we’d have so many things to answer for-”

“Oh. Oh! I...I think I understand what the confusion is, now.”

This time, it was Samantha who was left blinking. “You mean you didn’t buy me an engagement ring? Because...I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it’s kind of a relief.”

Timothy popped the box open to reveal not a diamond ring, or even a cheaper option from a local jewelry store, but a plain, old-fashioned key.

“Maybe I’ll get you a ring someday, when money is a little better, but...in the meantime, I thought maybe you’d appreciate something more practical.”

“...Timothy, what...w-what is this?”

“The key to the apartment above the flower shop,” he kept it brief, his lips curling into a smile to finally see Samantha coming around to his gift. “I talked to Aunt Cass, and she...w-well, given what she knows about us, she agreed it would be for the best if you and I had a little space to ourselves, but somewhere that she could keep an eye on us if she needed to.”

Cassandra was well aware of just how close the twins were, and the special connection that they shared- taboo though it may have been- and she respected what they had.

To give them a place to live not only as siblings, but as a happy, loving couple was the best gift she thought she could give, and for the sake of a romantic gesture, there was no better way for it to be presented than for Timothy to hold out that key to Samantha.

“This...t-this isn’t a joke? That’s really the key?”

“And my gift, I guess, was paying back the first month’s rent so that you wouldn’t have to worry about it,” Timothy explained. “And talking Aunt Cassandra into giving you the weekend off so that we could move all of our stuff in.”

There wouldn’t be a lot to move, but there was enough that the pair, with only their Aunt to help, would have their hands full for the bulk of a few days.

“You’re kidding; you...y-you’re serious?”

Timothy was beaming as Samantha’s jaw struggled to stay off the floor. “I know it’s no flowers, candy and ribbons, but I figured a weekend off from work and a new apartment to explore might be more our speed?”

Samantha was still saving a few of her antics for that apartment, now that she knew she had a new stage to perform on, but that didn’t stop her from throwing her arms around her brother’s neck and planting a thick, wet kiss upon his lips.

**

The apartment might not have been anything special to call home about, but it was their home, and just for that, it was already perfect.

It was a slightly older building, but the apartment itself was taken care of well enough that Timothy and Samantha wouldn’t feel any need to upgrade anytime soon.

There was only the matter of furniture to be taken care of, and with Aunt Cassandra’s support, they’d have no trouble saving up for new couches, chairs and tables of their own, but that first night, an air mattress and a couple of kitchen utensils would be all that they could hope to need.

The mattress itself could still wait, as Timothy was going to find out, but he was carrying it into the middle of the living room, one step behind Samantha.

“It’s hard to believe that this is really gonna be all ours,” Samantha whispered, her voice holding a sense of wonder that she feared might be lost with louder words. “All we have to do is sign the paperwork, right?”

“Just needs your signature, but we’ve already done the rest,” Timothy explained. “At this point, it’s just moving in and making ourselves at home.”

Privacy was a key factor in being able to make a place feel like her own, and now that Samantha was just about guaranteed some of her own- her brother notwithstanding- she was looking forward to spreading her wings and living her life without fear of judgment.

She had a feeling her brother was every bit as excited about that, but that privacy was going to be the key to her gift...and where Timothy was taking a risk, Samantha already knew that her twin would love what she got for him.

“Well, we’ve got the phone already hooked up, so we can just order pizza; I don’t think either one of us feels like cooking,” Samantha suggested.

The female half of the raccoon twins would have looked just fine parked in front of an oven, but Timothy understood, nodding his agreement. “I’m afraid I didn’t think about picking up the steak and potatoes,” he admitted. “So pizza sounds just fine to me.”

“Glad we’re in agreement about that, but...that does leave one thing to be figured out.”

Timothy’s deep, emerald eyes had to blink at the thought of it. “Uhm...what to drink?” he asked. “I’m sure we could order a little soda to go with the pizza?”

Samantha giggled, her matching eyes closing behind that adorable gesture. “I’m sure we can, but I’m not as worried about what we want to drink just yet; not until we work up a proper thirst, at least.”

They’d be working up a thirst, a sweat and more over the weekend, hauling boxes up the stairs and moving a bedroom set and work desk into the pair of bedrooms, but Samantha had another idea in mind for working up a sweat before the weekend came.

The door was locked behind them, the windows came with blinds and curtains, already drawn...and the low lights of the living room may as well have been mood lighting, as far as Samantha was concerned.[AP1] 

“I guess it is a little warm in here,” Timothy agreed. He tugged out the collar on his t-shirt, and Samantha looked to be mocking his gesture...but where he released that cotton, she tugged up with both paws and tossed that top at her brother, blocking his view of whatever she was up to. “Didn't think it was that warm, but...h-hey...no one here to judge us, right? That...t-that’s gonna take some getting used to.”

“I’d be more than happy to help you get used to it,” Samantha offered. Behind the cover of her thrown shirt, she was already pulling down the shouders of her brassier, but after unbuttoning her jeans and easing them down, she paused, wanting to frame herself up as well as she could: she thought she looked the part of a centerfold right then, and when her brother’s jaw dropped as effortlessly as her shirt, she knew she was right. “Also...Happy Valentine’s Day?”

The black t-shirt helped to hide scarlet lingerie, and blue jeans wouldn’t have shown much of the matching panties, cut bikini style and doing just enough to cover up the mound of her womanhood...but not the moisture that had gathered at her petals.

Timothy was trying to come up with anything to say, but the almost immediate bounce at the seat of his jeans spoke for him well enough, when words failed.

“When, uh...w-when did you have time to set all this up?” he asked.

“Didn’t take me long. I wrapped your present this morning by taking it out of the plastic and putting it on,” Samantha joked. “And as far as unwrapping it, well...you’re welcome to come and unwrap it anytime, or just leave the wrapping on and enjoy it however you want...”

They weren’t crotchless panties, but judging by her brother’s gaze, Samantha would be able to simply pull the crotch to the side and let him to town, if he was so inclined.

She hoped he would be, and a quick toss of her shoulder-length locks held a secondary purpose, shrugging down the slack of her bra just a little bit further; just enough to push the pink of her areola into view.

“Or you can just stand there and gawk, if you like. I am enjoying the attention.”

Timothy barely had the wherewithal to pull the button on his slacks before he started the approach, but he wasn’t going to take his time unwrapping that brilliant, red ribbon from his sister’s body.

He was going to tear it away the best that he could, like a feverish child ripping through the presents under a Christmas tree.

“I’m pretty sure you aren’t calling that lingerie my Valentine’s present,” Timothy argued, his arms reaching around his sister’s bare hips as their bodies came together. “And I know that you like the attention, but there’s something else you’d like a whole lot more...”

She felt that pressure against her panties immediately, but much to her delight, she didn’t feel the rough pressure of denim against her pubic mound.

Instead, there was the dampened pressure of cotton as her brother’s boxers rubbed against that spot, and just above, his lips pressed upon her own, keeping her from begging the rather obvious question.

And it looks like I’ll be getting two gifts for Valentine’s Day, she thought, letting only the softest whimper escape her lips to keep them pressed as tightly as she could. But this is definitely gonna be the better gift...and I bet you’ll be happy to keep giving it!

There was more to the apartment than the kind of privacy that one could garner from closing and locking their front door.

The entire apartment was a safe space for them, but it was one shared with a person who Samantha knew would be showing her more affection than ever; there was less danger of their being caught, less concern about when they’d be able to fool around, and more freedom to explore their connection as something greater than brother and sister.

They were young enough that a romantic flame was all that they needed to build on that connection, but the lingerie was a first, pivotal step into exploring the kinkier side of things, as well, and Samantha could tell that there was more to her brother when he leaned his weight into her and eased her down to the floor.

“Mnn..mmnf? T-Timothy?”

“Don’t tell me that this isn’t what you were really wanting for Valentine’s Day,” he teased, pressing on with the tip of his member, still covered by his boxers. “I appreciate that you went to these kinds of lengths to tell me, though.”

Just the sight of her in that dazzling outfit was a gift enough, but Timothy knew better than to take a mental picture and stop at that.

He was already tugging down the cup of that brassier and leaning into the spot, knowing that Samantha would love to have his lips seal around the offered nipple for a kiss- and more, as the night progressed- but that was just the start of what he planned to do for her.

It wouldn’t be enough to thank her for such a sight with only a kiss and a suckle, after all.

“O-oh...f-fuck...I guess they do say you need to christen every room in the house, don’t they?” Samantha joked. “May as well start where we are...”

That they were in the living room was convenient enough: they’d be able to spread to every room in the house from there, and nothing would be off limits, as long as the blinds were closed.

Samantha would have been just fine leaving them open- they were able to be the couple they’d always wanted to be, anymore- but for that first romp, she was a gift, wrapped especially for him...and she loved watching the layers come off as her brother peeled away the other cup, molding that breast to the whims of a greedy paw.

“Timothy, y-you...you’re really enjoying your gift, aren’t you?” Samantha asked, knowing by touch alone that her brother was over the moon in his appreciation. “But you haven’t even g-gotten to the best part yet, you know.”

There was no denying the moisture that spilled from her petals- first staining the crotch of her panties- and then joining the silky mess of his precum against the tent of his boxers.

They’d make a far greater mess than that before all was said and done, with their eager driving Samantha to act as if Timothy’s cock was just another layer to her already fantastic gift.

“Mmhm,” Timothy offered a muffled, rumbling reply, his voice drowned out just enough by the weight of Samantha’s breast that he felt a need to clarify. “It’s kinda hard to save the best for last, though...when your whole body feels like a gift to me.”

Samantha flushed, but under the guise of her fur, that warmth was never seen- only felt- by the closing approach of her brother’s cheek. “All this for Valentine’s Day, and you’re still trying to butter me up?”

“I didn’t think you’d mind.”

She stole a quick kiss from his cheek, and then, a longer, slower draw from his lips as their bodies adjusted below, her legs parting aside and his own dipping into that gap.

“As long as it’s you, I never mind,” Samantha confessed. “And I hope it’ll only be you, Timothy.”

“That’s one heck of a commitment, sis. You sure that’s what you really want?”

The use of a condom would have seemed like she had second thoughts.

The fact that Samantha was fishing her brother’s cock through the flap on the front of his boxers and working the leaking tip toward her petals without a hint of protection was more than proof enough for Timothy, but feeling that first, soaking contact was like sealing a covenant between them.

“I’m not sure if I’ve ever wanted anything more,” she said, her voice sharpening into a breathless whimper. “Please...g-give it to me, Tim...”

His arms were already dropped to either side of her body as he leaned over her, lowering his hips in a proper missionary.

To gaze down upon her face, to see that pleasure creeping in from the corners of her smiling lips as they pursed, to feel the liquid desire coating the tip of his cock as it eased through her folds...to have all of that, he didn’t think he deserved anything more, and yet, his sister was only too happy to provide another gift.

Her legs were the ribbon that time, sealing around the small of his back and trapping him in place, guiding another couple inches of his flesh into the welcoming embrace of her passage.

“Give it, or you’ll take it?” he teased, but feeling her inner muscles grip at the head of his member, he knew better than to push his luck with poking fun. “And you’ve always taken it s-so well, sis...f-fuck...best Valentine’s Day ever?”

“No doubt about it,” Samantha concurred. “But if you keep that up, it’s...g-gonna get a whole lot better, Tim...nnyes...k-keep going!”

There was no use leaning back against Samantha’s legs. Timothy knew that the moment that his tip sunk past her folds, but it was still thrilling to feel her heels bouncing against his lower back as he pressed the full length of his cock into place.

It was always such a perfect fit...somehow a little too much, and yet, just enough for Samantha to feel like she was meant to be overly full...and her brother fit the bill so well that it did away with any curiosities of how someone else might feel.

That cock, seemingly perfect for her, was already soaked with her liquid arousal, dripping all the way back to Timothy’s sack and soaking the front flap of his boxers in the process.

“You...y-you’re sure about this?” Timothy asked, his pace picking up at a natural and satisfying clip, a little bit on every thrust. “If I go any faster, I’m n-not gonna last, sis.”

“I don’t want you to,” she answered, her voice twisted with a new, growing sense of urgency. “I’m already s-so fucking close, Tim...I want you to cum, big brother...I want you to cum with me!”

For all the gifts they’d shared in the past, the pleasure budding between them may have been the greatest of all.

No matter how many times they’d exchanged it over the past year, it hadn’t dulled; nothing could buff away the luster of something so brilliant.

“Like I s-said...best Valentine’s Day...ever,” Timothy’s teeth came together on that final word, and his hips reached a fever pitch, taking over where words failed him.

The floor beneath was solid enough to prevent the ceiling from creaking- a blessing they hadn’t considered- but there was no stopping the quieter thump of Timothy’s sack against his sister’s thighs as he pounded into her depths with the utmost intensity, finally bringing her over the orgasmic edge and tumbling right along with her.

“And y-you had one more g-gift to give,” Samantha gave her brother that much credit as she felt his cum pouring into her depths, filling her vaginal cavity in a matter of seconds...and when the excess came rushing back out, it felt as though the apartment had been marked as their own; their first stain on the carpet would be one of mutual admiration. “That’s so much...nnfuck...s-so fucking much, big brother!”

Her legs were determined to keep Timothy right where he was. From start to finish, she’d accomplished that much, but her toes were curled in ecstasy, while the rest of her body was going limp from the same.

As her legs dropped from his back and slipped down his sides, Timothy stayed in close, letting every throb of his member rattle within his twin, ensuring she would know every pleasure that his body could offer.

“Enough to make up for the lack of chocolates?” he asked, his smile turned up into a goofy, lust-drunk grin.

“This year, anyway,” Samantha teased right back. “But next year...you won’t have any excuses.”

Timothy was already looking forward to that day a year later, and the ways a little sugar might be worked into their more traditional gifts.