Of Paths & Bonds
                 By Zidders & Silverrat


It had been a really great day. Not too warm, not too cold-just right. Way too nice a day to be stuck inside, at least that’s what Stephanie thought as she watched the lithe red roo that was her little brother flip through one of the many books he seemed to really enjoy carrying around with him everywhere. She smiled as she walked over the the dining room table where Silver would spend hours reading or working out any home work problems he’d been assigned that he hadn’t finished at school. Sometimes she’d have to remind him not to get too far ahead of the rest of the kids in his class, Steph knew that he’d get bored otherwise. He wasn’t the super talkative type, he wouldn’t say as much, but she could always tell when his brain was needing to be distracted. He’d start twitching his heavy roo tail ever so slightly, and would repeatedly push his glasses up his muzzle. Steph rolled her eyes. Her little brother could be such a dork, but deep down she was really proud of him. He did well in school, though it bugged her that some of the other kids gave him a hard time about it. People could be such jerks, all he ever did was stick his nose in a book and daydream lots, what about that was hurting them? Remembering that the dishes still needed done, she went into the kitchen. It felt weird knowing that she would be starting high school soon, and he’d just be starting  jr. high. It felt kinda unfair, cus he was really smart. If anything, the two of them should be attending the same school together. After all, he was really great at helping her figure out some of the stuff she didn’t quite grasp yet, and she was really good at coaxing him out of his shell and getting him to loosen up a bit. As much as she admired his smarts, he could be a bit too bookish. He liked games well enough, it’s just she understood that the worlds he created with his imagination were often so much cooler than real life. 


Once she was done washing them, she started drying and stacking the dishes before placing them back in the cupboards. Silv had moved from the table, and was now rewarding himself for a job well done by playing with the Nintendo they shared. Blips, beeps and a cacophony of bloops signified that he was off saving the universe yet again. His big sister couldn’t keep the smile from her muzzle as she walked into the next room and sat on the couch. “Whatcha playin’, Silv?” Silver looked up from the screen, pushing up his glasses as he did so. “It’s called ‘ShadowGate’. It’s an RPG. You play the last in a long line of warrior-kings. It’s pretty cool.” He looked at the screen, then looked back again. “You die a lot.” She laughed. “Figures you’d keep playing a game where you die a lot, stubborn dork.” “Jeeze, Steph. Why you have to be so mean?” He glowered at his sister, but he knew deep inside that she was having just as much fun watching him play as we was playing it. He kinda liked when she’d sit there watching him, especially when she would wrap her legs around him as he played. Though he could never quite bring himself to say it, he loved his big sister a lot. As he played, he imagined himself walking through dungeons cold, torch in hand, searching for whatever fell beasts were guarding the princess trapped in the castle tower. He soon found himself deeply engrossed in the game, his sister and the room around them forgotten as his vorpal blade went snicker-snack. Steph looked down at her brother, noting that he’d gone off into his own little world again. She sighed. While she didn’t mind a little daydreaming now and then, her little brother spent an awful lot of time inside his shell. She even had a name for it-Turtling, and it made her worry that it would cause him to have trouble making friends as he got older. If she was totally honest with herself, a lot of it had to do with the fact that she missed him when he got like that. Sure, he was ‘there’ but then he wasn’t. He was off storming castles, and rescuing princesses, and just what was so special about those princesses that made him want to spend more time chasing after them, than spending time with her? 


Stephanie chuckled. She felt kinda Silly. Was she really getting jealous of a character from a video game? Over her little bro? Leaning over, she planted a kiss on top of Silvers head between his long eas as they twitched and swiveled to the action of the game. He brushed her away absent mindedly as his character entered yet another room on the screen before him. “Just don’t spend too long staring at the screen, you know it’ll rot your brain OH too late!” She snickered as he rolled his eyes at her, yet there was the barest hint of a smile on his muzzle. He paused the game, pushed up his glasses, and a serious look appeared on his muzzle. “Well, then maybe we’ll be intellectual equals.” She stood there, a shocked expression on her face, and then broke into raucous laughter as he returned to his game. “Touche, little bro, touche.” Steph giggled as she went through the divider the separated her room from the front door. Aside from her queen bed and dresser, there wasn’t a lot of space. She’d made the best use of it by decorating it with posters of her favorite bands. Depeche Mode, Duran Duran, and Bon Jovi were just some of the groups whose members watched down upon her as she sat on the edge of her bed and reached for her hairbrush. The pretty, young red roo combed her shoulder length burgundy hair. Normally, she would spend about half an hour on her tresses but her thoughts kept drifting back to Silver. The two of them spent most of their time together, especially since their mom got home late, and father wasn’t around much. They had developed their own unique way of communicating, so much so that if either of them spent too long without the other, they would start feeling uncomfortable. She suddenly got the urge to get some fresh air. They’d been cooped up in the house all day long, and it would do Silver some good to get some exercise. 


Silver had put his game away and gotten up  in order to find something to read. As much as he enjoyed playing games, reading was where it was at. He wasn’t really the type to start a conversation, and didn’t really hang out with anyone beside his sister. Silv would rather nosedive into a new sci-fi story, or read about swashbuckling deeds of derring-do. There was nothing better than reading about adventures where the bad guys were really bad, the good guys were really good, and where the hero got the girl. That was the part he liked most, though you’d be hard pressed to get him to admit it to anyone. Sure, derring-do was fun, but if it didn’t end in a kiss, what was the point? There had to be some higher reason, something more than some line on a map moving from one place to another or some dude getting to sit on a chair. If there wasn’t another chair next to it, if there wasn’t someone to share the treasure with, all that glittered was just so much metal. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment as he thought of himself in just such a situation. What would he do if faced with a fire breathing dragon, and why would he risk all to face it? Would there be a fair maiden to rescue and all the kisses that followed? He smiled as he studied the books on his bookshelf. They were more than just books to him, though. They were trusted friends, many of whom he had revisited many times. You could always depend on them, and even if they sometimes ended differently than he would have liked, it didn’t keep him from imagining things differently. They never complained. He had chosen one he’d gotten from the library just a few days before, ‘I Am Legend’ by Richard Matheson, when Steph came back into the room. 


Silv didn’t look up. He had been told that it was a pretty good book, yet the cover didn’t exactly look sci-fi’ish. A woman lying prone, with a stake through her heart, and a pair of masculine legs in Silhouette. He arched an eyebrow but decided to give it a chance anyways. Before he could do so, however his sister sat down beside him and took the book out of his hands. He tried grabbing at it yet she kept it just out of his reach as a grin appeared on her muzzle. Wisps of her hair caught in his mouth as he struggled to snag his book back, and that was when he noticed her scent. “Hey! Gimme that back!” he cried as he did his best to ignore just how enjoyable her scent was. “I’m trying to read,” he explained, frustration creeping into his voice. “You can read later,” Step replied as she got up and returned the book to its place on the shelf. “We’re going on..” she paused for a moment, thinking. An idea had been forming at the back of her mind for a few weeks, and she thought it might help her get her brother to open up a bit. “..an adventure!” She remained enigmatic. Silver crossed his arms and pouted. “Adventure, huh? Are we going to find your brain?” He instantly regretted saying it. It had been a little mean, and he was honestly intrigued by his sisters statement. “So, um...what sort of ‘adventure’?”. “You’ll see,” she replied, her eyes twinkling. She turned and walked towards the back door as he followed along. He wasn’t really all that disappointed she took his book, the cover made it seem like a scary book rather than a sci-fi book, and he wasn’t really in the mood for that sort of thing at the moment. As Steph stepped outside, she took off at a run, ran past their old empty swimming pool, then spun around to face him. She stood spread-legged, her hands on her hips and her head held high in a rather haughty position. Her burgundy hair shone in the sunlight as it flipped about in the wind, and for a few moments there he could have sworn she looked like some kind of sorceress out of one of his novels. 


“Stand, and be challenged, Sir Silver, Knight and Guardian of the Realm. Stand, and face your DOOM! AHahahaha!” Steph cackled as she laughed as she pointed in his direction. Silv groaned. His sister was being weird, a lot weirder than usual but he couldn’t keep himself from letting out a laugh. The look on her face was too much, and just as he thought he’d be able to refrain from losing it completely, she waggled her eyebrows at him. That did it. Silver fell onto the ground in a fit of giggling. As he lie there, she slowly walked over to him then lightly placed her foot against his side. “Alas,” she said in a soft voice “the Great Knight has been vanquished. The people of the Kingdom shall mourn, evermore.” Her muzzle fell, and all was quiet save for the wind, and the sound of their breathing. Eventually, Silv looked up at Steph, a contemplative look on his muzzle. “That was pretty neat, Steph. I liked it. You’ve never pretended for me before, though.” She reached down and offered him a hand up. “You like that, huh?” “Yeah.” He dusted himself off, then noticed the sly grin on her muzzle. “What are you up to?”. She laughed. “Nothing, well ok..I’ll tell you what I’m up to but I promise, when you hear it, you’re gonna like it.” The quizzical look on his face must have pleased her, for her smile grew wider. “You know those drama classes I’ve been taking at school?” He nodded. He knew that acting was something she’d shown interest in, yet he never actually saw her act. He hadn’t forgotten about her interest in it, not exactly, it just didn’t seem all that relevant to his own interests, thus he had put it out of his mind. “Well, we’re going to be performing Andrew LLoyd Weber’s ‘Phantom of the Opera...and I need someone to help me study my lines.” She flicked her hair back, and a fire was in her eyes. “I’ll be playing Christine.” His eyebrow arched, and he pushed up his glasses. “Yeah, but isn’t that a musical? I can’t sing, and I didn’t think you could, either.” She grinned at him, her eyes bright as sapphires. “Silly roo, we’ll be lip syncing. We’re just performing the spoken dialogue.” Steph walked around him, trailing her fingers across the back of his neck. Shivers ran up and down his spine, and he found himself growing warm as a blush rose to his cheeks. 


Silver felt himself growing uncomfortable. His hand went to his glasses, then he shook his head. He was being Silly, this was his sister after all, not some girl. Steph seemed to pick up on this, yet her hand didn’t move. Instead, she got real close to him, placing her lips close to his long ear. “You can be my Phantom, and I’ll be your Christine, and I’ll sing your music of the night for you.” His eyes went wide, and his skin felt like fire. “G-gosh, Steph. Quit bein’ a p-perv!” She giggled as she danced away from him. “Gawd, Silv. You’re so serious!” He glowered at her. “You’re being a butt.” He didn’t really feel all that angry. Mostly, he felt confused. For a few moments there, he’d felt a weird stirring within himself. He tended to think of her not as a girl, but as a sister. She wasn’t like any other girl he’d ever known, and knew things about him that he’d never think of telling anyone else. She just had that type of effect on him. He didn’t think most guys would tell girls the kind of things he told her or talk about the kinds of things that they talked about. She could always get him to open up even when he didn’t want to. Most of the females at his school ignored him-the ones that didn’t make fun of him. He was a shy roo, and that tended to make him a target, though he didn’t have it anywhere near as bad as some kids, mostly because he kept to himself so much. He looked to see where Steph had danced off to, and noted that she’d headed towards their old garage. It was a large garage, coated in faded, flaking white paint. Split in two by an internal wall, the right half for parking the other a well kept but unused workshop which contained long counters, and a lot of open empty space.  He followed her, and as he walked through the workshops door at the back of the parking area, he fully expected her to jump out at him in an attempt to scare him. When she didn’t, he almost felt left down. One thing he would never tell his sister was just how much he loved the way she pulled him out of his own world, and into hers. 


The first thing he noticed was the radio sitting on top of the long workbench. It had a cassette player in it, and he correctly assumed that they would be listening to the soundtrack to the musical. He still wasn’t so sure about this. He’d heard Steph playing the music from the show before, and he could only remember there being a little dialogue, and the two main characters sang to each other all the time. It’s not that the music was horrid or anything, he liked it OK, it’s just that singing meant..well, singing. It meant people could hear you, it brought attention to you. He didn’t want a ton of attention, he just wanted to read his books, and play his games, and rescue fair maidens who would then fall in love with him. It was hard to kiss a princess when you were singing. He jumped when something covered his face, his tail lashed out behind him in an involuntary reaction, and he heard something heavy drop to the ground behind him. He swiftly turned around to find his sister lying on the floor, laughing. “You dork,” she giggled. “You tripped me, ya nut.” He blushed again as he realized he must have struck her legs when she’d reached around from behind him. His paws went to his face, and he noted that he was now wearing some sort of mask. “Oh...right. Phantom wears a mask. Where did you get this?” He took it off and gave it a look. It was a pretty accurate representation, at least according to pictures he’d seen. “I made it in art class. Pretty cool, huh? Mr. Mello helped me with it. I even got to take a cast of my own face for it. Took forever to get the Elmers glue out of my fur.” He smiled as he offered her a paw up. “I still don’t get what I’m gonna help you with.” She sighed as she stood, then looked into his eyes. “Look..there -is- a lot of singing, but you don’t have to sing. Just..lip sync.” He raised an eyebrow, a doubtful look on his muzzle. She placed her paws on his shoulders. “You don’t have to, little brother of mine. I won’t be mad, I was only trying to find something fun for us to do together. I..” she paused, looking away from him for a moment as if making up her mind about something, then looked back at him. “I’m gonna be getting a lot more into schooling, soon. You know mom wants me to have a good chance at doing whatever will make me happiest in life, and that means buckling down at school.” She hugged him. “I love ya, bro...I just want to spend as much time with you as I can, cus who knows how long I’ll get to do that, ya know? I love you, and it blows me away that you can imagine so many amazing adventures. I just...I want to be a part of that, while I can, y’know” 


He looked at her then, and it was as if he was seeing her in an entirely different light. Something at the back of his mind seemed to click, like a slow moving gear finally locking into place. He knew his sister loved him, he just hadn’t realized how much. She’d always been ‘sis’ to him. Loving, yet annoying, and just..there. She had always been a part of his life, taken for granted, yet now he realized that the whole time he’d been imagining princesses and damsels in distress, he’d been imagining her. His sister, the one he put up with, yet the honest truth was that he also looked up to her a great deal, and sometimes-by way of his fantasies-loved in that way, too. His eyes went wide, the blush returned to his face, and he felt its heat burning like hot coals beneath his cheeks. He wanted to run, to hide. This was his sister he was thinking about. She knew him better than anyone, she’d know. Did she know? She’d always been able to figure him out even before he was able to figure himself out. His thoughts were going a million miles a minute when he realized he’d been staring at her for quite some time.  Just as he was about to speak, her lips were on his, and she was kissing him. He didn’t have time to react or say anything because she immediately pulled back and danced away from him again. His eyes followed her as she went to the radio. He pushed his thoughts away.  It had only been a friendly peck on the lips, there was nothing more to it. He was being silly, and needed to work harder on not getting carried away with his imaginings. 


Steph giggled. She was really enjoying herself, especially because it was making her little brother so very flustered. Good! He usually went from being flustered to being a lot more open, and imaginative. He loosened up, and that’s when she got to see the real him. She pressed play, and as the first notes began to flow out from the speakers, her eyes drifted back to Silv. He had taken off the mask in order to look at it, and was turning it over to see what it looked like from the front. “Have you read the book, Silv?” she asked. “Yeah,” he replied. “It’s about some guy who designs a palace for some Arabian king or something. He ends up almost being killed, and his face gets messed up. He hides out underneath the Paris opera house. Something like that.” She nodded. “Right, and the play starts out there. He’s not just an architect, he’s a musician, and he has taken  the opera house’s best singer under his wing.” Steph increased the volume. As the pipe organ played, she danced over to Silv, took the mask he was holding, and placed it back onto his face. “Where’s my script?” he asked her, still confused as to just what he was supposed to do. “You won’t need it, the lyrics are pretty easy to remember.” He rolled his eyes. “What a goof,” he thought, yet he smiled despite himself. He kinda liked the music he was listening to. It was very dramatic, with lots of sweeping moments where the music would sound great and terrible one moment, and soft and sweet the next. A lot of his play involved music of some kind. After all, what good was a really romantic moment, if there wasn’t a song to go with it? He’d always felt his life had a soundtrack, his dreams were no different. 


They spent hours listening to the soundtrack. He not only learned his lines, he learned the rest of the male casts dialog as well. Silv was really getting into his role, and while he couldn’t quite hit the notes the shows star could hit, he wasn’t terrible. He’d never, ever sing in front of anyone else, though. Not ever,  but this was different. Steph was...well, Steph, and she was different. He found himself wanting to impress her. He wanted to make her happy, joyful. He loved seeing the way her eyes lit up whenever he’d deliver a line during one of the musicals more emotional moment. Then, there had been that one moment where they had been going over one of the last scenes. Christine lay in the Phantom’s arms, and as he looked down at her, he spoke “Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. Lead me, save me from my solitude. Say you’ll want me with you here beside you. Anywhere you go, let me go too. Christine, that’s all I ask of..” It was the moment where Christine was supposed to tear his mask off, revealing him to all the world, yet Steph hadn’t moved, hadn’t said a word, she had only looked at him. Her eyes sparkled, and at the moment he realized he was falling into them, she got up and turned the radio off. She stood there, not looking at him, and said “I think that’s enough rehearsing for today. It’s getting pretty late, mom’s going to wonder why we haven’t gotten all our chores done. Come on.” He nodded, understanding that something had happened between them, something that upset her. “Love you, Sis.” He watched as she walked away from him. She paused at the doorway, then looked back at him, and her eyes glittered in the dim light. “I love you, too, little brother.” 


The floor had been vacumed, bathroom cleaned, and their rooms neatened up by the time their mother had come home. Dinner had been full of their laughter as she told them all the latest jokes she had overheard that day. She was a waitress at a truck stop, and most of the humor made their ears burn but it was the funniest stuff they’d ever heard. WIth so many different people from so many different places stopping there, she always had the greatest jokes as well as some interesting stories to tell. Steph shoveled another mouthful of pasta into her mouth. They were having something their mom affectionately called ‘American Chop Suey’, which had absolutely nothing to do with Chop Suey at all, seeing as it was made of pasta, tomato sauce, and hamburger but the name somehow fit. Served with a side of bread and butter, and a glass of milk..heaven. After cleaning up, they spent the rest of the night doing their own things. Silver spent it reading his book, while Steph spent it sketching costume design ideas in her sketchbook. She loved to draw, and at some point she’d like to be a designer or some kind of professional artist. Despite all the ideas floating around in her head, her pencil hovered over the paper, her mind unable to turn from what had happened between she and her brother. Steph had found herself wanting to kiss him. The scene didn’t even involve as kiss, but he’d sounded so sincere when he’d spoken his lines, his look had been so piercing, so needful that it had been all she could do not to take his head in hers, and place her lips on his. 


What had gotten into her? This was her little brother, for cryin’ out loud. She wasn’t some kind of sicko, she was his older sister, and was in charge of taking care of him. The last thing she was about to do was...she stopped, and then began to laugh at herself. “Typical Steph,” she thought to herself “Always overthinking things. That’s Silv’s job, remember? He’s the brains, you’re the looks.” Steph giggled at herself, and rolled her eyes. She put her sketchpad away, deciding to go see what the little stinker was up to. Silv wasn’t on the couch, though, and he wasn’t playing with his games. “Hm...wonder where he went off to?” It was unusual for him to be in his room so early, he usually spent the evening traveling through mystic lands in search of fabled whatsits. Silvers sister went to the dining room  and started up the stairs to  his room, being as quiet as she could as she did so. She didn’t know why she was trying to be so quiet, yet it seemed very important that she not alert him to her presence. She wasn’t the type to spy on him, usually. They both did their best to respect each others privacy, yet something had happened to them today, and whatever it was was still happening. Her fur felt like it was standing on edge. As she reached where she could see over the top step she paused, listening. The stairs to the second floor led right into his room a couple ofl walk in closets on one side, and a pair of bunk beds on the other. There was a window on the right wall of the room, and the door to their moms room opposite that. It meant she had a clear line of sight between herself, and the bunkbeds, yet it also meant that she was unlikely to be noticed anyone sitting or lying down in the bunks. 


Stephanie’s eyes went wide, and blush rose to her cheeks as she looked into Silvs room. Her little brother lay on the bottom bunk, one leg straight out the pulled towards him the end of his tail hanging limply off the edge of the bed while his paws were at his crotch. His head was thrown back, and his eyes were closed. He was gently tugging at his...she shouldn’t be there. Steph froze in place, conflicted. She knew she shouldn’t be watching her brother masturbate, he had every right to his privacy, yet something inside her kept her feet in place. Her heart beat faster as she leaned forward in order to afford herself a better view. She felt drawn up the stairs. “What is he thinking about?” she wondered. She found herself wondering if he was thinking of her, and the thought was a shock to her system yet the idea of her little brother thinking about her in a sexual way filled her with a joy she could not explain. As it flooded over her, so many of the thoughts and feelings she’d kept to herself and buried rose to the surface. All the times she’d imagined herself as one of his princesses, all the times she’d wondered what it would be like to be woken up from a thousand year sleep by one of his kisses, all the thoughts of the two of them riding off together into the sunset hit her full force as she watched her beloved little brother tease his lovely pink cock free of its sheath. She whimpered as it rose, and as she watched his hands gently stroke, her paws slowly moved down her sides and slid between her legs. She knew what she was doing was wrong, and that their mom could catch either of them at any minute yet she was too wrapped up in what was happening to care. All she knew was that she had never felt as much love for her brother as she did now. 


She knew he had to bethinking of her, knew that his love for her went beyond her just being his sister and friend, and she did her best not to cry out as she reached the center of the burning in her body. Her paw moving faster keeping time with that of her younger brother.  His little whimpers exciting her all the more. Until with one particularly hard stroke, his strong roo hips thrusting upward, he came. The site of her little brother spilling his seed onto his belly and chest was all it took to send her spinning  as well, her fingers pushing deep as her thumb stroked across her button. She had to bite her lip to keep from alerting him to her presence. Even then, she wasn’t sure if she had contained the sounds of her pleasure. The stars before her eyes and explosions in her mind making it hard for her to focus enough to tell if she had remained completely silent.  As Silv lie there, panting, his fur covered in his warm, sticky seed she carefully made her way back down stairs. Steph made sure to lock the door at the bottom of the stairs behind her, that way her brother would have plenty of advance warning should their mom go upstairs for some reason. She cringed a bit, feeling guilty, but the smile remained on her lips as she went to her room. Silver might have finished but what she had just seen still had her worked up, and she wanted to take care of herself again while the image of her little brother was still fresh in her mind.


The next day, in the empty workshop area of the garage, found Steph distracted. She wasn’t able to focus on her lines, and every time Silver asked her if she was OK, she stammered out a lame excuse, which only served to make him all the more frustrated with her. At least, it seemed like he was frustrated. Every now and then, it seemed like he was looking at her oddly as well, and his reading wasn’t any better. They had been thrown off of their groove, something was different. The feeling was almost palpable. “Ugh, OW, Steph you’re stepping on my tail!” “OH, shit, sorry!” She groaned and turned off the radio. “Sorry, little bro, I’m just feeling a bit off today. Why don’t we take a break?” He nodded, not saying anything. She looked over at him and noticed that he was looking at her in a manner in which she wasn’t quite used to. He caught her glance, and she could swear he was blushing. Steph had noticed him checking out her tits at one point, too, and while it might have been normal behavior for any other kid his age, it was definitely out of character for her brother. “It’s OK, Sis,” he finally replied “I haven’t been feeling well today, anyways.” As she sat up on the workbench, he came over to stand beside her. Old habit caused her to take him by the shoulders and gently pull him in front of her, her fingers pressing into the back of his neck as she began to give him a neck massage. As much as she loved the fact that he was such a bookworm, he spent a lot of time hunched over, and she had gotten into the habit of giving him frequent neck rubs to help with all the cricks he’d get there. Silver pushed his glasses up, his nose as he leaned back into her, and that’s when she noticed him resist her pull. He hadn’t pulled away much but there was some definite hesitation, as if he were nervous about something. “Something wrong, little brother?” He shook his head, yet his ears were twitching ever so slightly, and he crossed his arms in front of his chest, yet he finally acquiesced and leaned back. 


Silvers heart was racing. He did his best to be cool, he very much needed to be cool. Ever since he’d leaned towards his sister and recited that line, he’d realized just how much his love for her went beyond her being his sister. He’d found himself in his room, his paw wrapped around his member, stroking himself while imagining kissing his sister, carrying her from the wreckage of the fell Lichlords castle, and into his room within his keep. He’d imagined her kneeling before him, a grateful expression upon her face as he leaned forward, offering her a hand up. “No need to kneel, princess, for you are worthy of being knelt before, yourself.” He’d imagined kneeling in front of her, looking up at her shapely thighs, those oh so perfectly round breasts...but this was his sister! Not some imaginary princess! Yet, it some how made it that much more meaningful. This wasn’t just any princess, she was the girl who comforted him when things got dark, who understood him better than anyone in the world, the only one he’d shared his secrets with. She was worth more than ten thousand princesses. She was also really hot oh god what was he thinking, yet there she was, her paws on his neck, her fingers rubbing into his fur, and it felt so good that it made him worry she’d realize just how aroused he was becoming. “Yeah, I uh..I dunno, feel off today, that’s all. I’ll be OK.” As Steph rubbed, she had to admit to herself that she felt kinda off, too. Certainly, the thoughts running through her head were very off from the kinds of things she’d usually think about. They drifted back to the night before, when she’d gone into her room after watching Silver paw off in his room….


She’d been almost certain that it had been her he’d been thinking about. Steph hadn’t known why it filled her with so much happiness, so much..pride? Yes, pride. She was proud of herself for having pulled Silver so much out of his shell, and proud for having had such a huge impact on him during their scenes that it had caused him to have those sorts of feelings towards his own sister. Part of her, though, thought it was something more than that. She loved her little brother so much, he was the eye of the storm whenever she felt overwhelmed by her emotions, he was the practical one. When things got too chaotic at home, whenever real life and circumstance seemed to be conspiring against them, he always managed to be the rational one. It had gotten to the point where she couldn’t imagine not having him around. What was she going to do when she went to college, and didn’t have him right there to talk to, to hug when she was feeling down? The pretty red haired roo slowly undressed herself, and as she looked in the mirror in her room, she found herself wondering what Silv thought about her looks. It had been forever since she had last heard him call her pretty, did he think her hair Silky enough? Did he like the soft curve of her breasts, her hips? She sighed as she lay down on her bed and slipped a paw between her legs, where her already damp pussy was getting wetter by the moment as she imagined her little brother, imagined him doing all sorts of lovely naughty things to her. There was nothing wrong with a little harmless fantasy, right? At least, that’s what she told herself as her fingers traveled over her labia, rubbing gently as they moved, her wetness helping her fingers slide easier as she closed her eyes. 


The palm of her hand brushed against the light covering of fur atop her mound as her fingers followed the gently undulating path that traveled atop the ‘lips’ that formed her outer and inner labia. Sensations flooded over her as she felt the blood flowing towards her sex with every beat of her heart. She remembered how their hearts had locked in step with the rhythm of the music of the night, the look in his eyes as he had begged her to stay with him forever. Her back arched, and she whimpered as her fingers slipped ever closer to her core. She enjoyed teasing herself this way for some time as she pictured what it would be like to feel her brothers lips against her own. Would they be hesitant, like a thief in the night stealing a kiss, or would he fall upon her with gusto, like a knight claiming his treasure? Her wetness increased as she imagined his tongue pressing itself into her mouth, and her fingers were now coated with a slick layer of fluid. They left a moist trail of her lubrication behind wherever they went, and it wasn’t too long before she had soaked a large part of the fur on her inner thighs. The scent of feminine arousal filled the room, and despite the slight nagging fear that someone might detect what she was doing, she carried on, her fingers now dipping slowly in, and then out of her body. She pictured him before her, standing over her, and wondered what it would be like to give up her virginity to her own little brother. She opened her eyes and looked towards Silv’s room as her entire body began to shake, her hands now working in harmony as she thrust her fingers into and out of her sex. Her thumb upon the tip of her clit, rubbing it, strumming it, flicking it, stroking it, causing her juices to flow faster and faster as she got nearer to her release. 


She could feel it rapidly approaching. Her upper lip quivered, and an almost desperate look was on her muzzle now. She wished Silver would come downstairs and spy on her the way she had spied on him. She wished he’d come in and see how hot he made her, how pretty she was, how sexy she was. She had way more to offer him than those fantasy girls, they wouldn’t be there for him when he was feeling down, wouldn’t comfort him. He’d see this and agree, would swear his love for her, and would...would...ravish her. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she imagined him deep inside her, filling her, coming closer to her than he ever had before, becoming part of her. She would share so much with him, give him so much of herself, and then he’d give her a part of himself, and they would finally be the hero and princess they were destined to be. She shuddered, her hips spasming as what felt like an electric current flowed through her. It was so powerful that she felt as if lightning bolts would jump from her fur. Steph felt her inner thighs twitch, and thats when the next orgasm hit. Two, three, four tidal waves of pleasure in rapid succession. Her lips squeezing hard on her fingers as she imagined Silver lips brushing against her ear as he whispered “I shall make you my Queen.” and then released within her, his essence filling a void not only within her body but her heart as well. She lie there catching her breath for awhile. She knew that it had been something she should be ashamed of, yet she didn’t care. She would never do anything to hurt her brother. She would go to hell and back for him. As she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, she imagined him holding her as she fell asleep next to him, his watchful eyes ever vigilant….


Steph’s mind snapped back to the present, her fingers still gently massaging the shoulders of her younger brother, when she thought she heard a moan. She paused her massage, and looked around, worried that maybe a wild animal had snuck in while they she was preoccupied but there was nothing out of the ordinary that she could see. As her fingers resumed their ministrations, she heard it again-it was Silver. He had fallen into a trance-like state as she pressed her fingers into his fur, and while she was used to him going off into his own world, this was different. His eyes were half-lidded, glazed over, ears drooped and relaxed and his muzzle was slightly open. A thin line of drool trailed down to where it met the front of his shirt, and the corners of his lips showed the barest hint of a smile. Steph felt the warmth between her legs growing hotter as she pressed into her little brother, the palms of her hands squeezing, and kneading at his fur. His head tipped back towards her the slightest bit, and as her face drew closer to his, something passed between them. The scent of each others breaths in their nostrils, the swiftest, most fleeting of looks, the beat of their hearts locking in step yet again...no words were needed, they were too close for words, each knew what the other was thinking. Her fingers moved up to Silvers muzzle, and he whimpered as she brought her lips to his. She wrapped her legs around him, not to restrain but to reassure, to remind him that she had been and always would be the one who knew him best, who would always be there for him, and cherish him with all her heart. He knew within his own heart that he would do anything for her, gladly, give of himself the things he could tell no one else, could give no one else, for they wouldn’t understand. Not the way she would. 


They were frozen in a moment. It seemed like time was stretching to infinity as Silvers lips met his sisters, just as suddenly as it had stopped time again started flowing. They were all over each other, as as Steph spun him around, she fell towards him. Silv slid underneath her, a lifetime of roughhousing causing him to let instinct take over. She moaned then pressed her lips against him again, her fingers tearing at her shirt, pulling it up over her head. Silvers eyes went wide as his sisters breasts bounced free of her shirt. “Whoa,” was all he could manage to remark as she roller her eyes and giggled at him. He slowly reached towards them, his paws hesitant. “Go on...feel em, little brother.” He shivered, this all felt…. even weirder when she called him that, but kinda nice, too. He nodded, and felt his cheeks burning as his paws gently wrapped themselves around his older sister Stephanie’s breasts. She grinned, and placed one hand over the paw that clutched her right breast while the other fell to the small bulge that lie just above Silvers sheath, pushing down his loose shorts and the underwear in the process. Looking down into her brothers eyes, she licked her lips, then whispered “I love you, Silver. I know you love me so much, too. I want to share myself with you.” He nodded, understanding that she meant to share much more than just her body. Silver felt himself slipping free of his sheath, and the burning in his cheeks intensified as the tip of his cock pressed against his sisters inner thigh. He’d never experienced anything like this in his life. It left him so open, so exposed, so vulnerable..but he knew that if there was anyone in any universe that he could trust, it was his older sister.


Stephanie brought her muzzle close to Silv’s. She breathed deep, taking in as much of him as she could, filling her lungs with her little brothers scent. He brought his head up, his half-lidded eyes falling into hers as he whimpered his need. He had always felt a certain longing within himself, a desire to explore, to discover, to find that connection outside himself that would some how link to a place within himself he oft times swore he could recall yet had never been to. As his sister got closer, he realized that she was the key to finding the place he had long sought for. Her scent was intoxicating, he felt like he was floating away so he held onto her arms lest he to keep himself near her. He never wanted to leave her, ever. “I..” She placed a finger to her lips, and moved his paws down to her hips. Silver smiled nodding  then pressed his lips to hers. Their tongues met, the intimate contact felt molten, emotion coursing through both their bodies like they were being shocked.  


Stephanie stood, and as she got to her feet the light streaming down at her from the single bulb illuminated her frame. What had once been concealed by clothing, and shadow was now revealed. The soft curving lines where her thighs met her waist traveled down, and towards her center. The soft fur covering her mound grew shorter as it neared her sex, until nothing was left but the tender blushing skin of her lips coated in a sheen of feminine juices that glistened like morning dew. She seemed to have a glow of her very own as she turned and walked towards the couch. Seeming to move in slow motion as his eyes took in his big sisters form. He licked his lips his mouth suddenly feeling unbearably dry. He gulped, he’d been drooling all over himself at the sight of her. As he walked closer, he felt a sudden overwhelming desire to discover if his sisters moistness tasted like. That’s when she paused  and put her palm up, signaling him to stop. “Brave Knight, you have come far. You have fought the orcs, bested the dragon, overcome many obstacles but you face one last challenge. Your princess has fallen under a spell. She lies sleeping, and there is no known spell that can awaken her. What do you do, fair hero?” He looked at her then, and his heart felt like it would burst. He had dreamed of this moment so often, and rather than laugh at him for his geekines like so many of the kids at school would, she was helping him live out his most cherished dreams. He felt himself blushing, and there was heat was blazing under his cheeks as he ever so softly answered, his voice tentative despite knowing what her answer would be even as he went to ask. “I..I would feign kiss my princesses source, t-the center of her power...that’s the key to unlock her enchantment.”


It was so unexpected. She had imagined he would have wanted to wake her with a kiss on the lips, this was something she never would have imagined Silv saying. The very thought of her younger brother wanting to kiss her sex sent tingles running up and down the inside of her thighs. He was so inexperienced, she could never have imagined him wanting to do something like that but as she looked into his expressive eyes and saw such reverence there, she realized that it wasn’t just how wet she was that was drawing him to her sex, It was that mysterious allure that drew him as well. The core and center of what womanhood was. It was almost as if he saw it as a sacred place where two became one, and desired to know hers as well as he knew the rest of her. She smiled at him, a sheen of wetness in her eyes, and nodded. “All this time, it’s been me, hasn’t it? All those princesses, they were me.” He lowered his eyes, and his blush deepened. It was the only answer she needed. “I..yes.” he softly whispered. “But..you’re not just a fantasy princess to me.” He looked into her eyes then, and his glinted in the dim light. “You’re my big sister but..well..” Silver didn’t quite know how to put how he felt into words. She nodded, and then lie down on the couch, her feet straight out, her arms crossing her chest. She closed her eyes squeezing back the emotion filled tears, yet her smile remained. She felt herself growing wetter as he knelt down a knee on either side of her tail. He looked at his sisters cleft. Silver had always been fascinated with that part of her, yet save for a few glimpses of it over the years, he had never really had a chance to take a closer look. 


He knelt forward, and to Stephanie, it almost looked as if he were praying. Dust motes flickered in the dim light, their firefly-like glow only adding to the magic of the moment as his head drew closer to her center. His lips descended, and then they were upon her. “Oh,” she uttered as a gentle almost chaste touch of his lips against her wet sex sent the first waves of pleasure throughout her body. It wasn’t only pleasure she felt, her heart swelled to near-bursting as her beloved little brother graced her with his kiss. His lips were like fire, the pleasure flowing from her loins like the fulfillment of an ancient prophecy. A soft moan escaped her lips as she realized that this was the person she had always wanted, the person that she knew belonged with her forever, blessing her with his loving touch, her brother the embodiment of all her hopes, dreams, and desires. She looked down towards him as his eyes rose to meet hers, and the love there nearly overwhelmed her for she saw what was in her heart reflected. “My hero,” she spoke, and it was as if she had spoken great words of power. His cheeks were dragonfire, his eyes electric as his tongue slipped out and pressed against her sex. When he took his first taste of his sisters flesh, she let forth a great sigh. “Ohhh..!” It was even better than she’d imagined it would be, his tongue was like a hot coal upon her yet it had every nerve within her firing, his worshipful touch sending waves of pleasure washing over her. 


Silver’s heart was racing in his chest as the taste of his sisters essence flooded his senses. It was salty, kind of tangy, and his nostrils were filled with the mixed scent of sweat and female arousal. He placed his paws upon her sides, his fingers wanting to feel every inch of her as he tentatively explored with his mouth. It felt strange to be doing this, yet so right. She was really hot down there, it felt like he was looking into an oven but so very good, too. He wanted this heat it warmed a part of him that until now had felt cold, a lonely place within him that now celebrated the intimacy he and his older sister were now sharing. She gently pressed her sex against him with a whimper, and he obliged her, sliding his tongue across her soft fleshy petals in a slow, languid manner. He hoped he was doing this right, he wanted to make her feel good so he took his time. He wanted this moment to go on forever.


 Stephanie smiled as he licked her. It felt good. There was obvious nervousness, she almost felt as if he were being cautious. His tongue was tentative , he was so unsure of himself and yet confident at the same time.  She could tell he wanted nothing more than to please her and that alone added pleasure beyond the physical.  It was him, her little brother, her hero, that despite the too shallow licks and the hands on her side instead of between her legs, that was bringing her such joy, such sensation, and in that she found the true pleasure of his actions. The true meaning of what he was sharing with her.  She shivered and whimpered at the thought pressing her hips forward again deepening the intimate contact between her and her brother. Her thoughts racing as she swam in this warm ocean of building arousal delighting in the realization she would be the one who would teach him how to pleasure. She would take his raw steel, and temper it, hone it. It was her that would share all those feelings and emotions, all those actions that lovers shared. That made man and women one. She and her younger brother would find that with each other. That dream that all people share. He would be her hero and her his princess.  All of this was within her. Hers to share with him the little  brother that she loved as much as he loved her.


She was like the greatest book he’d ever read. Deep within her great library lie the answers to all of life’s greatest mysteries all the worlds most sacred knowledge lie trapped within her her. Stephanie’s soul contained the very essence of life itself, her power to create. Such a fabled, storied thing that it lie at the center of so many tales, and myths about the beginnings of their kind. All this would open before him, if only he were able to pleasure the tumblers that rest within the different parts of her body. His deeply analytical mind somehow understood that each wave of pleasure he sent through her body unlocked another door, he only needed to let her guide him down the path. She wanted to discover the same secrets, he could tell that she wanted that with all her heart. There was such power in sharing those secrets with each other. They would grow so much closer, it would be their way of ascending to a higher place within the other, their way of gaining their throne. Together they would be everything to each other, he as her King , and she as his Queen. 


Steph had never felt this way, not in her entire life. It seemed like all the times they had confided in each other, every single moment they had enjoyed together were flooding into her memory. She understood so much more now. All this time, there had been an undercurrent flowing beneath their relationship, a desire for a deeper, more meaningful love. It had been slowly building over time yet their recent imaginings had turned up the pressure, and now she was a dam ready to burst. It was this feeling more so than his inexperienced licks that sent her over the edge. As his tongue entered her again, she felt it starting, her hips quivering as she felt the heat of him slip inside. “Silver, I love you” she whispered to him as her paws pressed against the sides of his head, and then she was cumming. 

He loved feeling the touch of her paws, and it sounded like whatever he was doing was making her feel so very good, he continued to press his tongue deeper as she shivered against him. He was rewarded for his efforts when she cried out, and next thing he knew his tongue was doused when she let forth a gush of liquid, her fluids coating his tongue as she came. His eyes went wide yet he liked the taste so he kept going, swallowing every precious drop of the tangy yet sweet flavored fluid. It was delicious. He somehow understood that it was the very essence of her, and that it was precious. How special this act with his sister was. How much it would come to mean between them, and he loved it, and very craving  more. 


“Silver,” she whispered once the waves had finally receded enough for her to speak again. “What we are about to share…You will be my first.” He nodded solemnly. Even being younger than her he understood what this meant, and felt honored to be granted what he knew was a great privilege. How special it meant he was to her. “I..well, you are, too. My first, I mean” he stammered, and she smiled as she looked into his eyes. He found himself falling into those eyes yet again, and his paws drifted down to his pre-covered arousal. Looking down at himself, his eyes widened at just how hard he had gotten. There had been times he’d gotten excited, of course but this was so different, it had never dripped so much or been so hard. His brain felt fuzzy, and as he looked at his sister she seemed to be surrounded by a rosy glow that radiated outwards. She slid her paws downwards until they came to rest upon his shoulders. Her fingers gripped him, her gentle but firm touch drawing him up and forwards. She smiled, her half lidded eyes growing slightly wider as she guided him. As he neared her, he felt her heat upon him. He was in awe. All he had ever wanted was to feel closer to her. All the hugs she had ever given him, all the secrets she had coaxed him into sharing, and shared with him, had never seemed to be enough. All the times they had cuddled together on cold nights, cups of hot cocoa in their paws had never quite fulfilled his desire to be ever closer to his sister yet now he was going to be as close to her as two people could be. 


The moment the tip of his needful length touched the yielding flesh of her sacred grove, they both let out a soft, yearning sigh. Each shuddered as emotions washed over them, hearts joining as much as bodies as they rode the crest of each wave together, Silv’s maleness slowly sinking ever deeper as she drew him within. This was it, the moment where they would cross the threshold they had been approaching all their lives, where they would forever cease being brother and sister alone, and become so much more to each other as they passed the point of no return. They looked into each others eyes, and then it happened. The tip of his flesh met the last barrier to their joining. She smiled at him, a deep emotion that he couldn’t quite place swirling in her eyes as she pulled him forward giving her most precious gift to her beloved little brother. They felt the resistance give way as she willingly surrendered the flower of her virginity to their union, her hymen bowing then with a short sharp pain, breaking before his member as he became just as firmly ensconced within her body, as he already was within her heart. He fumbled in his movements as his mind tried to take in the sheer amount of information it was now being fed. The feeling upon his member was almost too much to take, the grip of her channel as well as the way it undulated against him causing his hips to twitch and thrust of their own accord. “Whoa...ahh..slow..” Stephanie coo’d at him, her hands sliding lower until they reached his thighs. “Easy, little brother...shhh...there’s no hurry.” Her voice relaxed him some, and he obliged her by slowing his thrusts. Her hands guided his movements until they had fallen into a steady rhythm. 


He seemed large within her though perhaps that was due to the the slight soreness that hadn’t quite finished fading. She felt slick, and her heart swelled yet again as she realized it was due to the mix of their fluids. Her pleasure was mixing with his, all tinged a rosy pink due to her recent offering. Silv was making soft whimpering noises that melted her heart every time she heard them. Steph could tell that he was trying as hard as he could to keep from releasing, which made her love him all the more. She didn’t think there was anyone else who would be as selfless as he was being right now, and that made her want to help him feel as wonderful as she could. Her gentle hands pulled him closer, until her muzzle was next to his ear. They were so close now, the closest they’d ever been, bodies pressed together in a lovers embrace. Silvers chest lie against hers, and she could feel the thudding as their hearts called out to each other. Her lips drew closer to his ear as she gave voice to what was in both their hearts “Please share everything you are little brother. No more secrets between us. I want what’s inside you, inside me.” 


Her warm breath and pleading voice were like the last components needed to release the spell that had kept his desire for his sister locked within. As the final chains of resistance fell away before their love, he felt the full measure of it filling him. He looked into his sister’s eyes and moaned, the tempest within his loins storming forth in a torrent as his seed raced towards his big sisters core. At no point in his life could he ever remember a time when he had felt so close to his beloved Stephanie.Their bodies pressed together fur intermingled, sharing each others breath and warmth. It was as if their very souls were joining just as deeply as their physical selves. Maybe it was because they had always been so close or maybe it was just what fate had decreed but neither could resist the call their joining created within them. The two of them felt as one, each of them experiencing the others emotions and physical sensations driving both headlong toward the mutual bliss that only such deeply bonded lovers can share. The desire to feel more of each other forced their lips together as they both finally reached their limits of resistance and as their tongues and hearts danced their bodies released.  The flood of seed splashed into Stephanies wave of juices meeting, joining, becoming one, just as much as the siblings themselves. Their bodies mimicking their hearts sharing everything with each other, everything they dreamed, everything they felt, everything they were. Silver quivered against her for awhile, his brain too overwhelmed by the emotions, and sensations to really say anything. Their eyes were closed, the only sound that of their breathing and the soft squelching noises made by the joining of their hot, sticky wet flesh. They both wanted this moment to go on forever, understanding the uniqueness that gave it such power. To hold one another in such a way to feel the other so deeply, that was more than either of them could have ever asked. It felt like a dream, one neither of them ever wanted to wake from. 


Then reality came crashing back into their lives,  the magic spell between them breaking when the sound of their mothers car pulling in came from the direction of the driveway. Their eyes went wide. “Shit!” Stephanie exclaimed as she began moving in a panic until Silver placed his hands on her shoulders and leaning forward, bringing back a touch of the lost magic. He whispered “You always were and forever will be my princess,“ with that their all too brief encounter was over. They rushed to dress themselves, doing their best to wipe themselves down with some paper towels that sat in the unused garage workshop turned practice stage. 


They met up with their mom, just like they did every night around that time but this time, things were very different. Neither Stephanie nor Silver said much of anything during dinner. Their mom attempted to make small talk, told them a few of the jokes she’d learned that day but even she could tell that something was going on. “So um...what’s up, you two? You’ve been really quiet and while I expect that sometimes out of Silv not you Steph.” The two of them shared a look. Finally, it was Silver who spoke, causing their mom to raise her eyebrows. “Steph has me helping her with her musical.” Steph watched Silv from under the hair that had fallen across her eyes in a weak attempt to avoid eye contact with her mom. Despite their mom not having been home, she was really smart as well as observant. She wasn’t the sort you could keep things from, and of all the secrets she and her brother had ever shared, this was the biggest. “Yeah,” Steph added, blurting out a reply despite her best efforts. “We’re doing ‘Phantom of the Opera’ at school, Silv’s helping me learn my lines.” Their mom looked from one child to the other. “That’s a pretty impressive piece. Well, Silv, I’m certainly glad that you’re getting into something so creative. What role are you playing?” Steph cringed, she had hoped her mother wouldn’t ask that. “Well, I’m playing Christine...Silv is playing the Phantom for me.” Mom blinked, then began to laugh, and she put a paw on each of theirs. “I’m sure you two are great at it! Well, you’ll have to tell me when the performance is so I can make sure I get the day off from work.” She grinned, and then leaned over to whisper into Silver’s ear. “I can’t remember it, does the Phantom get to kiss his Christine?” She winked as she asked, and Silver’s ears burned as he replied “N-n-no, no, I d-don’t think so.” As their mother started giggling the tension broke, and the joined in with her, partly due to how funny it was, and partly due to the relief of knowing that they had gotten away with what they had done. At least for now.