Alexander staggered from the bathroom, raising a paw to steady himself against the wall. He had been drinking; not too much, but enough to make him tipsy, break down a few inhibitions, and tell his aunt just how much of a bitch he thought she was. The response from his family had been less than stellar, and given the chewing-out he was more than likely to receive from his father, he had decided that another beer was in order.

"Bloody hell, you always drag me along to this shit. You know I hate it!"

His father sighed and rolled his eyes. It was clear that he too wasn’t particularly fond of the situation, but it was worth enduring in order to keep the peace with his brother - Alexander's uncle. He and his wife were something of a pair of control freaks; always wanting to hold family gatherings and their house and seldom satisfied with the level of interest displayed by their guests. As expected, only the most immediate of his family were in attendance, the rest having made any number of excuses ranging from dying pets to surprise work commitments to avoid the engagement. Alexander had briefly chatted with his cousins, though he and his siblings had quickly found their way to various out-of-the-way rooms or corners of the yard, simply wanting to be away from the stupid, inane babble of their family.

The stocky dingo crossed his arms, shooting his son a disapproving look. “Your mother and I have given you heaps of concessions, Alex, you can at least make an effort to socialise.”

“What?” he shot back. “You’ve heard the bulldust she spouts! If I have to sit in there are listen to one more thing about her bloody feng shui rubbish, I’m gunna lose the plot.”

“Alex, just. . . try, alright? For your uncle’s sake. . .”

“Dad,” said Alex, throwing his paws in the air, “He’s. A. Dickhead. You don’t even like him, and he’s your efin’ brother!”

Alex’s father glanced quickly about, scanning up and down the corridor before taking a step towards him. “You know full well I don’t give a rat’s arse about any of this, I’m just trying to keep things civil, okay? If you don’t want to join in, fine, but don’t talk to your aunt like that!”

He paused briefly to exhale sharply a few times, taking a single, deep breath before continuing. “Look, if you’re not too pissed, drive yourself home and watch the footy or something; I’ll tell your mother you weren’t feeling well.”

Alex was noticeably unsteady on his feet. “Uh. . . probably not a good idea. Don’t fancy running into a booze bus.”

His father moved to return to the fest of their family. “At least you’re not completely thick.”

“Yeah, no worries,” he muttered, watching his father walk away, “I’ll just have another beer.”

At the very least, his family kept the esky well-stocked with a good variety, some of which he might even call decent. The more choice brands had already been picked through, and Alex settled on a stubbie of Drydock. Cheap, but nevertheless a good, casual drinking lager. After a few quick sips, the dingo sauntered his way back down the hall, looking for a quiet place to sit and relax.

Something warm and soft bounced in from the kitchen and collided with him.

"Ooops. . . Uh, sorry!" The small, cute little dingo girl staggered back a few paces, her empty UDL can clattering to the floor.

“Uh, hey Sandra,” Alex muttered, momentarily distracted as he fumbled with his beer, "Kinda shitty that we have to get dragged along to these things, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess," laughed his younger sister, "But free drinks and food! I guess it makes up for at least part of it."

She wobbled a little on her feet. It was clear that she had also been drinking, though perhaps not quite as much as her older brother. Still, this didn’t stop her from staggering forward into his chest, giggling a little as she used him for support. She blushed a little from the contact, and quickly pushed herself back, though she was still smiling broadly at him.

Alexander, for his part, was made acutely aware of his sister’s breasts pressing against his chest for the brief few seconds he found her in his arms. His own girlfriend certainly had a nice pair of her own, but Sandra’s were something else! Pert, firm and perfectly sized. He’d be lying he he said he hadn’t fantasised about running his paws over them; grasping them beneath his pads and rubbing across the nipple with his fingertip.

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t fantasised about a hell of a lot more than than.

"Uh, I'm in your way, sorry!" She pressed her back to the wall, and made a motion with her paw for him to slip past.

"Ah, no biggie." he said, taking a step toward her. "You know I don't really like having to pretend to be sociable with them, I was kinda just hanging out back here anyway."

Without realising it, he himself had now blocked the hall, preventing Sandra from moving past him and returning to their family.

She blinked up at him a few times. “Something up?”

Alex’s breaths came in a little heavy as he looked down at her. It was something the dingo had a hard time confronting about himself, something he had felt for a long time and had only increased since Sandra had returned from university.

Alex had a deep, wanton lust for his sister.

Making no secret of the fact that his eyes were dancing over her body, eating up her feminine curves and admiring her soft brown fur, he pushed himself a little closer, resting one of his paws on the wall above her head. Truthfully, he couldn’t remember when this had all started. As far as his own imagination went, the recollection of the time she had jokingly flashed him often came to mind when he was attending to his own needs with his paw. Her being a former gymnast certainly weighed in; he had perved on her a number of times in her one-piece leotard, catching glimpses of her crotch in the rear-view mirror of their parent's car when returning from competitions.

And of course, he had stolen her panties at least once.

Alex shook his head a few times; the last thing he needed right now was for his dick to be doing the thinking for him.

He averted his eyes, intently studying a piece of artwork hanging from the wall in a lame attempt to hide the blush creeping across his goofily smiling muzzle. “Hey, this might just be the beer talking, but you. . .  you know you're pretty cute, right?”

‘. . . shit!’

He expected a slap. A laugh. To be mocked or derided for his comment. Anything! Instead, his sister calmly reached out with her paw. . .

“Well, let's see,” she began, grabbing the beer from her brother's hand. After taking a quick gulp, she returned it. “It says you're not half-bad, either!”

Laughter on his part would have been an appropriate response. She had always been a bit like this, a bit of a hippie, a bit of an extrovert; behavior that a few years spent studying in Melbourne had done little to curb. True, in the past she had poked a bit of fun at him for his lack of a girlfriend, even going so far as to suggest he approach some of her friends. But with him having been in a steady relationship for the past five years, such ribbing had dropped away. In a way, he missed it. After all, it had been that same rebellious, free-spirit attitude that had driven her to show him. . .

Words starting pouring from his mouth before he could finish the thought. “Hey um, please don't freak out at this. . . I'm really happy and all with my girlfriend, and there's no way I could sleep around or touch another random girl, but. . . well, there's something I've always kinda been curious about. Please promise me you won't freak out and tell Mom and Dad! Hit me if you want, but just. . . this never happened, okay?” He glanced about nervously. “Can we maybe. . . make out for a bit?”

Sandra blinked a few times, tilted her head at the remark, and laughed. "What?!" 

She giggled for a few moments, her tail flicking rapidly behind her as she fought the urge to double over in hysterics. "You really, really thought I was cute, huh?"

Alex sheepishly nodded. The embarrassment was clear on his face, his fur bristling and cheeks flushed.

Sandra took a step towards her brother, again pressing those gorgeous breasts to his chest. She stood up onto the pads of her feet and moved her muzzle closer to his, her breath now tickling through his whiskers, teasing him as she inched her way towards a disgraceful, taboo encounter.

"Well, just this once, hm?"

He could smell her as he leaned forward; her scent sweet and feminine with the slightest hint of alcohol on her breath. It sent a jolt of electric desire coursing through his body, running from his loins to his pounding heart. The fantasy he had held onto for so long, kept bottled up inside him out of shame and guilt, was about to unfold right in front of him.

He was about to make out with his own sister.

"Oh. . . d-damn, Sandra!"

He wrapped his arms around her neck, pulling her into a tight, smothering embrace. His tongue lashed out, forcing it's way into her mouth and wrestling about inside with her own. Hungrily he ate her up, drinking in her taste; his own flesh and blood, an act that would have him disowned without question should any member of his family, seated mere meters away, simply decide that they needed to relieve themselves.

"You. . . taste. . . so. . . good!"

He couldn't stop. He lapped greedily at her lips, tasted at her saliva and lavished her tongue. A heated, guttural moan escaped his throat as he tightening his arms about her, shivering at the wondrous sensation of her bare arms; her soft, smooth fur rubbing against his own. She was so soft in his clutches! Her body was so warm, her mouth so tantalisingly delicious and moist; a forbidden fruit he could finally consume.

“Mmmmm,’ she moaned into his mouth. Hesitant at first, Sandra now returned the kiss fully, nipping at his lips and happily accepting him into her mouth. As her brother probed at her, she sucked down on his tongue, pulling it deeper into her maw and letting him sample her flavour as he pleased.

But he wanted more; locking muzzles wasn't enough. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss, though still continuing to lick a little along her jawline, collecting the spittle that had dripped down onto her chin during their brief moment of passion.

“. . . Big brother.” she panted softly, her face a little flushed and tongue sticking from the tip of her muzzle. Lust filled her eyes, and she pressed herself closer to him, wrapping her arms around his back and playing with his tail, her leg slowly finding its way between his thighs.

Hormones raged through his body. He wanted this, more than anything; a desire stronger than any he had ever felt. He needed this.

“Hey Sandra, don't hate me for this, but. . . I've kinda fantasised about this. . . um . . . more than a few times, and about us, you know. . . doing a bit more than this.”

“Uh, what do you mean fantasized about me?” She blushed and looked down, seeing her leg against his crotch; it had happened without any real thought on her part. “You mean, um. . . what do you mean?”

“Well. . .”

She pushed herself closer still, her leg creeping a little further forward. “Are you saying you were. . .”

Her thigh contacted his already-tented pants, slipping all the way between his legs and sliding up and down against his erection. “Something like this, right?”

Alexander shuddered and moaned as his sister gyrated herself against him. He hadn't been prepared for the real thing; to really have her touch him like this, to feel that barrier between them come crashing down. His paws wandered, rubbing down her back and grabbing firmly at her tight buttocks. He wasn't about to waste time, he knew what he wanted!

“Oh god! Yes, fuck yes! I've fucking wanted this so much!” He pushed his paws into her rump, squeezing and feeling her flesh as she was forced to grind her leg harder against his now rock-hard cock.

"Sandra, I want your pussy, please, let me have it! I want to eat it!”

As he spoke those words, something snapped in both of them. Her demeanour instantly changed; the lust in her eyes rising to a crescendo, her leg now grinding away at him as she forced him backward. The two dingos collided with the bathroom door, swinging it aside as they stumbled into the bathroom. Sandra wasted no time in shoving her brother backward against the sink, turning about and locking the door behind her before spinning back to face him, a savage grin across her muzzle.

"You've wanted it this badly? I bet you’ve thought of me and wanked, haven’t you!"

Hastily, she shed her skirt, followed by her cotton panties, and took a few steps towards him. Sandra grabbed her brother’s shoulders and again pushed him backward, forcing him to sit down on the ceramic countertop.

"Please, Sandra. . . you have no idea how badly, I've jacked off so many times to you. Since that first time you showed off to me, I can't think of anything else!"

She smirked at the remark, climbing up and onto the countertop and into her brother’s lap. Slowly, she gyrated her hips, her paws pulling her tank top up and over her tight, flat stomach as she waved it in front of him, her pussy passing inches from his muzzle as she danced.

"That's pretty gross, Alex.”

As she continued to move over him, his paws found their way to her hips, rubbing up and down her flanks a little. He didn't want to make that final plunge, jam his fingers into her honeypot and finally violate his little sister in that most taboo manner. No. He wanted her to offer it to him, to give him her pussy. To do it knowing fully well they were brother and sister, and that it would be the hottest fucking thing they'd ever done.

"I know," he whimpered, "I'm fucking disgusting, we’ll p-probably never talk again after this. . .”

Sandra closed her eyes, humming as she spread her legs and began to explore her brother’s body. Reaching behind herself with her paws, she brushed them over his toned thighs, running his course fur between her fingers and sliding up and under his shorts. “Yeah, this is fucked up.”

After pinching at him a little, her paw crept up her own leg, caressing across herself before taking his own and guiding it between her thighs.

"Sandra . ."

Her legs were buttery soft and smooth, the most delicate, delicious fur. His paw trailed further and further upward, his heartbeat increasing with every inch gained, before finally settling just under her dripping wetness. With a shudder, she started to grind against his palm, smearing her intoxicating juices against him and inhaling deeply.

“If you stick those fingers in, I'll hate you."

She was so wet, so warm. . . so ready for him.

"Fuck. . .  I'm. . . I'M SO FUCKING SORRY!"

The last ounce of restraint left him and he slid two of his fingers forward, running over her clit, slipping through her hot, wet folds and slowly plunging inside her pussy, all the way to the knuckles. Heat engulfed his paw, soft and moist; her slick walls sliding so easily over the intruding digits. He withdrew them slightly, curling his pads up and into her, his heart skipping a beat at her sound of her lusty gasp.

“Sick fuck. . . you ever finger your girl and think of me instead? She'd be disgusted if she knew.”

Sandra shuddered and threw her head back. “Ohhhhhhh fuck it’s been a while!” 

The female bucked her hips over the male’s paw, her tongue lolling from her open maw as she fucked herself raw. Her g-spot was furiously stimulated, feminine nectar now flowing freely into his palm as it was mashed against her clit, giving her something to grind herself against. Already, his own arousal had hit fever pitch. Painfully hard, his cock throbbed and twitched in his shorts, begging for release.

“. . . I can’t believe you’d do this. . . to your sister!”

With each second, with every grind of her cunt against his paw and every wet thrust of his fingers, he lost himself further in the haze of wanton, incestuous lust he had forced up the two of them.

Alex shut his eyes, pulse racing as he felt every last shred of decency inside him simply melt away. "Sandra. . . I want to. . . to. . .AH, FUCK IT! I want to eat your pussy, I want you to squirt on my face!"

He added a third finger to her tunnel, finger-fucking her madly for a few seconds before pulling them out with a slick pop. He smeared her own juices across her lips before mashing his own to them in a deep, hungry kiss; tongues mixing and twirling in each other's mouths.

"I don't care if you tell Mom and Dad after, I'll move away or something, I need this, I need your pussy so badly!

With a growl, Sandra grabbed Alex’s paw and shoved his fingers into her mouth once more to lap the final few drops of her essence from them.

“You want to taste it? You want to taste me? Make me cum to repay me for all the times you came to me?!” With an aggressive tug, Sandra pulled her brother from the countertop and onto his knees in front of her. He could see directly into her; her slightly parted and sopping wet folds presented before him, ready for his tongue.

A sudden knock from the bathroom door startled the two dingos. “Hey, what’s taking so long, I gotta chuck a piss!”

"BUGGER OFF!" Sandra screamed, and then whispered to Alex again. "Let's see what practice you've had in bed with that tongue, brother."

Alex almost headbutted her into the opposite wall with the force with which he plunged his muzzle into her pussy. Canine tongue lashed out, circling her entrance a few times before sliding up through her folds, licking and tasting her flowing juices before pushing back her clitoral hood and running over clit, mashing and slathering it with the flat of the flexible, wet muscle. Each subsequent taste was faster and deeper than the last, pushing further between her lips, his paws grasping at her ass to pull her down into his oral assault. He sucked on her, ate her, licked her from her tunnel to her love bud, moaning and growling into her crotch all the while.

"Yeah, you want it, don't, don't... you fuck... perv! Bastard!" She slapped her paw across his face.

Those words, along with the abusive contact, served only to spur him on. Alex was in heaven; the scent was overwhelming, the taste intoxicating. Pussy was pussy, and he'd had it before, but this. . . this was something else. This was his sister; a fact he was reminded of every time her heard her gasp, every time she moaned. Every time she cursed and swore at him for being so twisted as to actually go through with eating her out, he was reminded. He had heard that voice so many times, for years and years, and now it moaned for him, for his tongue, wanting him to bring her to the edge and push her over it.

"FUCK! You must eat pussy all the time! Going pro on your sister like this!"

He gave her a solid, end-to-end lick before spreading her lips with his fingers and thrusting his tongue inside her cunt. He rammed it forward, curling it up before pulling it out, sucking out her juices and running over her walls, flicking it from side to side as he did so to heighten her pleasure. Again he did so, deep and harder this time. And again.

And again.

He was moving furiously, so fast and wet and loud that anyone standing outside the bathroom would easily be able to hear. . . and smell. Juices ran down his cheeks, but still he needed more.

"Cum for me, sis, squirt everywhere, just. . . lose yourself, think about how much you've wanted this too. . ."

“Fucking. . . sick. You’re sick, Alex!” Her paws shot to his headfur, grasping handfuls of the thick, coarse strands and slamming his face into her snatch. “Just. . . eat me!”

At this point, her words became random curses; her mind having glaze over completely with insatiable lust. Of course she had wanted this; her brother was one hot piece of tail! But she had never been allowed to think that before, not once. All she could do was show him her pussy and pass it off as a joke. Here, though, with his muzzle and tongue jammed firmly into her dripping, canine pussy, it was finally different. They didn't have to lie or laugh it off; she could give in, lose control. Both herself and her brother had thrown all the rules aside for the simple pleasure of cumming.

Her pussy convulsed and shuddered, and she found her voice for a moment before it hit. “Fuck! Look. . . look what you’ve made. . . OHHHHH FUCK!!!”

Desperate to taste her orgasm, Alex pulled his sister’s lips apart as wide as he could with his fingers and completely sealed his mouth over her crotch, gagging from the sheer wetness of her release, but still powering his tongue and lips against her, riding the screaming dingo girl through the overwhelming mountain of pleasure. He tongue fucked her through her first peak, and simply didn't let up; continuing to eat her out until like a starving dog until she hit her second, jetting more cum and soaking his muzzle further. 

‘Oh shit. . . I did it. . . I actually. . . fucking did it.’

Finally, she stopped squirming, and he pulled back. With a slick, wet sound, his lips and tongue slid free of her cunt, trailing a few lines of cum and saliva as he fell back. Sandra slumped down against the bathroom wall, lost in her own little post-orgasmic bliss, her clothing remaining completely forgotten. Alex gulped. He wanted to see that same sight again, that same sight she had shown him years ago. Gently, he parted her legs, forcing her to shamelessly show off her sodden, abused cunt to him. With lips spread, slick and drenched, he simply sat back, admiring them, occasionally running a single finger through them as he felt just how much he had made her cum. He pinched at her still-sensitive clit a few times, sending shivers up her body

"Fuck. . ." Alex sank his head into his paws, hyperventilating and grasping at his own fur.

“FUCK!”

At any moment, he expected the door to burst open, for his father to come in and beat him senseless; to cast him away and tell him never to return.

Instead, something warm, soft, and needy slid between his legs and grasped at the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down and allowing his hardness to spring upward into the cunt-scented air of the bathroom.

“Cock, now,” demanded Sandra, her eyes fierce with desire and fired squarely on his.

Before he could respond, soft, wet lips wrapped about his tip, suckling lightly before pulling back with a pop. Lightly, she stroked at him, admiring the already pained look on his face, one of unbridled want, desire so all-consuming his voice came out as a mere quiver.

“Please, Sandra,” he whined, “Do it. . . PLEASE!”

Gently, with little more than a feather-soft touch, she placed her tongue against her brother's base, dragging it up slowly, and back down, leaving a wet, glistening trail. She gave repeated kisses over his sack, shaft, legs, every peck and nip an inexcusable act.

“Like this?” Her tongue wrapped around his tip, sliding across his needy flesh before dragging it into her waiting maw, engulfing it inch by torturous inch, her brother’s whines and whimpers doing nothing to encourage her to speed up. The hot flesh slipped past her lips, running along the roof of her mouth, every ridge and raise sending a surge of pleasure through Alex’s loins, sliding deeper and deeper into the et, taboo warmth.

With a deep, powerful suck, she pulled his cock from her throat, flicking over the tip one final time before again looking up at her brother.

“Fuck my face!”

He felt filthy, disgusted with himself as he looked down, seeing his sister’s gorgeous brown eyes gaze up at him as she took his length in her mouth. That was his cock, going inside his sister's mouth, and she looked to be loving it. His paws had rammed her head downward, forcing every inch of his arousal past her lips and down her throat, slamming her nose into his crotchfur. Eagerly, she took him in, vacuuming her cheeks inward and sucking desperately on the offered cock. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets and her tail wagged madly behind her; she loved it.

And he wanted to hear it.

"Tell me how much you love my cock, sis," he begged, straining his entire body as the incredible tongue lapped and rolled about his member. "Tell me how much you fucking love incest, how badly you want your brother's cock in your mouth!"

A gurgled response and a nod was all he got; his sister’s mind simply too absorbed in his cock to offer anything more. Bobbing her head up and down, she continued to suck at him, drinking his pre as it dribbled from his tip. Her fingers made their way to her snatch and she rubbed openly at her wetness, fingering herself madly with all four digits, spreading herself wide open and strumming at her clit.

She wanted more. Fingers and paws weren’t enough, or even tongues.

"A. . . Alex," she coughed, having choked on her own saliva, "I. . . I want you to fuck me. I want your cum inside me."

“Sandra!”

Her paw struck him across his muzzle. “Do it! You’re a twisted enough bastard to fuck his sister, aren’t you!?”

There was nothing more to it. Alex threw his pants all the way off and sat up on the sink, his rock-hard cock springing upward, just begging to be ridden. In the same motion, he pulled his sister up with him, forcing her to climb atop his lap and position her entrance just above his shaft. She waved her hips back and forth in anticipation.

"You sure." He had to ask, though he already knew the answer.

Slowly, he slid her down, wanting to savour every moment of his sister's cunt parting about his cock. She sunk onto him, her wetness engulfing his length, filling her up and sending a explosion of pleasure through both their loins. Shuddering and moaning, she took him in, a single tear rolling down her cheek as the final line between herself and her brother was disgracefully violated.

"Oh god. . . no . .  we can't!" It was mere lip service. He kept pressing her down, pushing all the way in, relishing the feel of the forbidden heat about his shaft.

His mind raced. 'You're fucking your sister, you're fucking your sister. . . your cock is inside her!'

There was nothing he could do in the face of such overwhelming, incestuous lust. When she hit the bottom, he pulled her up again; sliding those delicious lips back over his shaft to the very tip, moaning at the glorious sensation of her cunt again spreading about his cockhead as she pierced herself on him a second time.

And a third.

"Ride me, Sandra, ride your brother. . ."

Little encouragement was needed. Already prepared by her brother’s fingers and tongue, she was more than ready, more than willing to accept him deep into her sex. His thrusts met hers and she increased her pace, no longer requiring his paws for guidance as she slammed her pussy down on his cock, slapping her thighs against his hips with a wet smack.

"Oooh, fuck! Alex! Stop. . . holding back, stop trying not to cum!” She bounced eagerly on him, moaning, gasping, screaming his name. "C-come on, you may never. . . get this chance again! We’ll have to. . . oooh. . . hide this, keep. . . keep it a secret forever! Breed your sister!" 

Alex liked to think he could last in bed, that he could go for half an hour, an hour or more before having to blow his load. Not this time. This was just too wrong, just too hot, and just felt too damn good. No older brother could possibly resist having their stunning younger sister bouncing on their cock like this, feeling her cunt clamp down around his hardness, begging him to cum. Every ounce of social taboo, of personal reservation and shame, was completely gone, replaced by the single-minded

He gripped at her hips, thrusting himself as deep as he could, growling throatily as he did so.

"FUCK . . I'm. . . GUNNA CUM IN YOU!"

Her claws scratched savagely across this chest. “Then do it, sister-fucker! Cum in me!”

Alex had to bite down on her neck or his scream would have alerted everyone in the house. He came harder than he could remember, his cockhead spurting his cum inside her, splashing her walls and rushing up to hit her cervix. Warm and wet, her tunnel was filled with both his cock and seed, the rock-hard organ still pistoning in and out furiously, sliding and spreading the white liquid about. It dripped from her pussy, splattering across the bathroom counter and pooling under them. Both their thighs were soaked with their love juices, both were howling, screaming, yelping and growling, yet they kept going.

If she was shrieking with unrestrained pleasure as he was, Alex didn't notice or care. Let them hear. Let their family listen to their incestuous fucking; his slutty cousins, his bitch of an aunt, his annoying-as-shit of an uncle. This would be a giant "FUCK YOU!" to them. He grunted and barked as she came wildly over his cock, their fertile mess mixing together and staining the fur.

“Every. . . fucking. . . drop!”

Continuing to pump and buck and thrust, Alex sprayed every last drop he had inside her. It was amazing, it felt incredible and he simply couldn’t bear the thought of not having this as part of his life. She had said he may never have the chance again, but come hell or high water he'd try. He'd try desperately to shove his cock inside her again and again and again. Fuck everything else! 

The final few thrusts of his hips tapered off, replaced with a gentle rocking and heavy panting. Spent, soaked and stained with cum and sweat, but satisfied; Sandra collapsed against Alex, placing her head upon his shoulder. "You liked that, you pervert? You want to take it back? Regret it any?"

She reached down, wiping up some of the mixed fluids, and brought it to her brother’s lips, pumping her finger into your his mouth. "I hope you don't, because I sure as hell won’t forget what you’ve done! I'm going to carry this sin you put in me. Everyone's going to see what you did."

For his part, Alexander was utterly spent, drained of both his energy and fluids, and content to simply lay there. His soft, wet sister pressed her body down upon his, hips rocking back and forth against the warm, semi-hard length still buried inside her. Perhaps he should have felt shame, regret, maybe even despair, but he felt nothing. The dingo had simply resigned himself to whatever came next. Judging from the smell and sight of both him and his sister, that would very likely involve a long and difficult conversation.

Despite himself, he grinned. "That was pretty fucked up, wasn't it?"

“Too right it was,” she said, giving his ear a few nips, “You’re the worst fuckwit of a brother. . .”