Room 914
By Green

All was quiet and peaceful inside the confines of the room,  which waited serenely until it was needed. That quiet was broken by the sound of a loud beeping and a click from the door as the locking mechanism disengaged and the door swung open, to admit entrance to two somewhat sullen-looking teenaged fennec foxes into room 914. As was fairly common for their species, they were both rather small as far as human proportions went; he was about 4'10”, and she was perhaps an inch shorter. Bryon Medora pocketed the keycard with the hotel's logo on it and put his hands on his hips, looking around. The furniture was tasteful, or at least inoffensive, the surfaces looked impeccably clean, and the view from the back balcony seemed pretty great – and it better, this high up – but it was hard to tell this late at night. 
	“Well, it's a lot nicer than the last place we stayed,” Bryon said, one of his almost comically large ears twitching, “I gotta give 'em that much.” As the door automatically re-locked behind them, the fennec vixen, Bryon's younger sister Leigh, crossed her arms over her chest and sighed just loud enough for her sibling to hear. 
	“You know what would make it even nicer?” she asked, sarcastically and hypothetically. 

Lowering his ears with an audible fwip, Bryon looked over and gave the younger vulpine a Look.
	“Don't give me that,” he grumbled, “You know I feel exactly the same way.” This time, both siblings sighed at once, as if they'd planned it in advance. 
	“It's just so lame that we have to share a room,” Leigh groaned, walking forward and setting down her suitcase as her brother flopped down onto one of the beds, which faced each other from opposite sides of the room. “I'm eighteen years old! I need my space!” Sitting up, Bryon nodded sympathetically. 
	“I know, eh?” he said, “I mean, what if I pick up a girl when I'm out and about? Where am I supposed to take her?” His cheeks began to burn as Leigh responded to this hypothetical by giggling. 
	“Oh, right,” she said, sarcastically, “Because you're going to be getting so much action on this trip.” Glaring at her again, Bryon pointed an accusing finger at his sister, who sat down on her own bed and began pushing down on the mattress to test its softness. 
	“Hey!” he replied, his ego stinging, “Don't act like I'm some huge loser! I'm young and in my prime! The ladies love me!” 

Regarding him calmly, Leigh smiled. 
	“'The ladies' think you're twelve instead of nineteen, Bry,” she replied, in a slightly more gentle tone. The tod's face fell and he slouched down a little. 
	“Ugghh, you're right,” he mumbled, “Sometimes I hate being a fennec, either I'm too short for girls to even look at me, or they think I'm too cute to be sexy!” 
	“Yeah, if anyone is getting picked up, it's you, and only so they can put cute sweaters on you and carry you around in their purse,” Leigh agreed. At the mental image of himself as some vapid celebrity's pet, Bryon winced as if she'd physically flicked his nose. 
	“Aww, c'mon!” he protested, “That's the part where you're supposed to agree with me! It's not like you're gonna be picked up by a basketball scout either!” Leigh held up her hands apologetically.
	“I know, I know, I just couldn't resist,” she said, before her face fell slightly. “My problem is that the only guys who'll give me the time of day are creepers who think I'm like fourteen, ugh.” Still blushing from her excellently-delivered disses, Bryon thought about making a crack about her small-ish bust not helping with her problem, but decided to take the high road, lest she murder him in his sleep. 

Bryon scratched at the back of his neck and gazed out the window at the lights far in the distance. 
	“I tried talking to Mom about it,” he said, “But she just wasn't having it. 'Bryon George Medora! We're a long way from home with an opportunity to experience things not many people get a chance to. If not having a whole empty room to yourself is going to ruin that for you, then maybe we need to rethink our priorities!'” Leigh nodded knowingly as Bryon spelled out his full name, knowing exactly what that meant coming from their mother. 
	“Yeah, that sounds about right...” she replied, “But hopefully, we won't be spending too much time in here anyway, we're on vacation after all.” Bryon managed a small smile. 
	“Yeah, hopefully,” he agreed, before yawning. “I don't know why I'm so tired, all I did all day was sit on that damn plane...” 

Reaching up to brush some of her long, red hair out of her eyes, Leigh directed a gentle smile at her brother.
	“No, I know what you mean, I feel like I walked here,” she replied, “It's late anyway, we should probably go to bed.” A heartbeat passed, and then, to Bryon's surprise, the younger fennec blushed. 
	“Beds!” she blurted out, “We should go to our separate beds! And sleep! So we won't be tired tomorrow!” Taken aback, Bryon tilted his head to one side and regarded his sister curiously. 
	“Wh – As opposed to what?” he asked. The vixen's mouth worked silently for a moment, and then, blushing harder, she lowered her ears and averted her eyes, feet twitching like her fennec instincts were telling her to flee from a stressful situation. 
	“I – I just didn't want you to get the wrong idea,” she said, quickly, “I'm not the little girl who climbed into her brother's bed during thunderstorms anymore...” 

Bryon gave a rather pointed glance to the balcony, which revealed a clear night without a cloud in the sky, but Leigh was studying the carpet intensely, and the gesture was wasted. 
	“...You know, I played it off like it was nothing,” Bryon said, quietly, “But I was always super flattered when you did that... you know, feeling like I made my little sister feel safe.” He wasn't sure, but he could almost swear that Leigh managed a small smile, even as she continued to avoid his eyes. 
	“Well, I'm gonna get changed first,” she said, reaching down and grabbing her suitcase as she added “Dibs!” Once she disappeared into the room's attached bathroom, the tod swallowed, leaning back onto his hands and pondering his sister's odd behaviour there. 
	Does she... does she know? Does it make her uncomfortable? Is that what that was? No answers were forthcoming, but Bryon nervously reminded himself that she'd (eventually) agreed to share a room with him, so this was probably just Leigh being weird... probably.

Once Leigh came out of the bathroom, she scampered into bed, and Bryon did his level best not to notice that the diminutive vixen appeared to be wearing nothing save a long, baggy T-shirt and a pair of panties. Once he'd stepped into the small, but cozy room himself and stripped down to his boxers – silently kicking himself for not bringing along a pair of proper pyjama pants even if they were too hot for this climate – he hurried back out to his own bed, turning off the overhead light as he went. Leigh had already turned on her bedside light, so Bryon didn't trip over his own feet (or his casually abandoned shoes) as he made his way to the crisply made-up bed. Leigh turned her light off as Bryon slipped under the covers, and then the two of them were in total darkness. Lying there, the tod wondered if he should have pulled the curtains across the back door to the balcony, since he had no idea which direction their room was facing and he wasn't sure where the sunrise would be the next morning. 
	“Goodnight, Bryon,” his sister's voice called to him from the dark. 
	“G'night, Leigh,” he called back, settling in and making himself comfy. Then it was a matter of lying in the dark, waiting to fall asleep, and pretending he was alone. 

This actually proved to be problematic; Bryon wasn't used to sleeping with another person in the room, which may have been a side effect of the fact that he was still a virgin, despite his earlier protests about the ladies loving him. He wasn't exactly proud of that, and sometimes he feared that that status would never change, that he was simply too short to have any game whatsoever. Pushing that brooding thought out of his mind, he sighed silently through his nose, adjusting his position for the hundredth time. Maybe the problem wasn't 'another person', maybe the problem was that Leigh Medora was across the room... Nuzzling against his pillow, he closed his eyes again and silently made a plea to his own subconscious: Not tonight, please, not tonight! Naturally, no reply was forthcoming. It wasn't long after that that the fennec's breathing became heavy and even, and the darkness came creeping in to carry him off to sleep. 

* * *

The door swung open, and Bryon hurried into the room. As Leigh followed him, he pulled her close, into his arms, and kissed her square on the lips. The vixen let out a muffled squeal and kissed him back eagerly, pressing herself against the front of her brother's body and rolling her hips against his. They weren't at the hotel, they were back home, in Bryon's bedroom – or more accurately, they were in his bedroom from their first childhood home, which they'd moved out of when Bryon was eleven and Leigh was ten. This didn't really bother Bryon, nor did the fact that he was tongue-wrestling his own younger sister. Logic tended to go right out the window when one was dreaming, yet somehow the dreamer never seems to question the bizarre scenario they find themselves in. 

Not that the tod knew or cared that he was dreaming, of course, all that mattered to him was the eager, hot-blooded female in his arms, even if they were related. Blindly reaching over to his door, he turned the lock which had not existed in real life, and then guided his lover over towards his bed, resplendent with its thick, plush comforter decorated with various dinosaurs. As they broke off the kiss, they opened their eyes, and Bryon shuddered at the shy, yet desperately needy look in the blushing vixen's deep blue eyes. 
	“I've wanted you for so long...” he whispered, caressing her cheek, “I'm so glad you told me...” Whimpering quietly, Leigh lowered her ears to her skull as Bryon lowered her to the bed. 
	“Oh, big brother,” she whispered, “Please be gentle...” Beginning to unbutton her shirt, the older fox smiled benevolently at his lover. 
	“Of course, Leigh,” he replied, brushing a crimson lock of hair off of her face, “For you, anything.” 

Their lips found each other again, and in what felt like only heartbeats, they'd shed their clothes (save for Leigh's stockings, for no reason Bryon was conscious of) and lay in each other's arms, content with that and little more... for the moment. For a powerful arousal was building in the vulpine siblings, a burning need to hold each other, to touch each other, to possess each other, and it would not be denied. Sure enough, before long at all, Bryon gasped, tensing up as his sister's slender fingers curled around his penis, which had grown to its full rigid pride while they were grinding against each other. A fennec fox's hearing is excellent, owing to their almost cartoonishly large ears, so it was purely for emphasis that the slender femme leaned in close before she whispered to her lover. 
	“Please, Bryon... I'm so ready for this...” 

She gave his hard cock a good squeeze, and it throbbed back in response, drooling a droplet of pre-come down across her fingers. Shuddering, Bryon groaned quietly, nodding. Rolling them over so that Leigh was on her back, her silky red hair spread around her head like the aura of an angel, Bryon moved himself into position to make his little sister his. The vixen never let go of his manhood, guiding it to her entrance herself as if reluctant to release her prize; when the head of his prick came into contact with her outer lips, he found her already wet, heated, and wanting. But when she tried to pull him into herself, he held back, taking hold of his own rod and beginning to rub the tip up and down along Leigh's slit. 

In seconds, the eager female was squirming beneath him, whimpering with need as he teased her relentlessly. Leigh's fluffy tail lashed at the bed and she pushed her hips towards her brother's erection, visibly desperate to feel him inside her, but Bryon just chuckled and leaned back, then used his dick to boop her on the clitoris before resuming his rubbing. 
	“Ohhh, Jesus, big brother, you're making me crazy!” she whined, “P-please! I'm begging you, stop teasing me and just fuck me!” Hearing his sweet sibling saying such lewd things was an immense turn-on for Bryon, and he couldn't have denied her if he'd wanted to. 
	“I'm sorry, sis,” he chuckled, “I just wanted you to be sure...” As he moved back into position, she smiled, despite herself. 
	“You're lucky I'm so damned horny for you...” she muttered, reaching up and smacking him lightly on the back of the head. Undeterred, the playful male winked at her and grinned ferally.
	“Oh yes, I absolutely am,” he agreed, “The luckiest guy on Earth...” And with that, he pushed his hips forward, driving himself into his sister's hot, slick channel in a single smooth thrust. 

Both foxes yelped as they physically entwined for the first time, and Bryon closed his eyes to savour the moment – but only for a moment, as he was just as eager for this as his sister, if not more so. He bent down, hugging the younger fennec tighter, and began to plant kisses all along Leigh's neck and slender shoulders while one of his hands merrily groped and squeezed a soft breast. The vixen's bust was a little on the small side, true, but it was no less sensitive and responsive for it. As Leigh moaned with pleasure, her brother drew back and began to thrust into her, instantly finding a natural rhythm. 
	“Yes! Yes!” Leigh cried enthusiastically, “Oh, big brother...” Bryon growled with need as his sister's hands found his buttocks and gripped them tightly, using the position to provide just a little extra push as he drove himself into her, the vixen whimpering and moaning lewdly as she was filled by her sibling's hot, rigid flesh, again and again. 

Hunching over his sister as if protecting her from harmful elements, as if possessively claiming her as his own, Bryon lost himself in the taboo experience; he was screwing his own sister, and he couldn't be happier. 
	“Goddamn... Oh, Leigh... This is s-so fuckin' good...” 
Panting each time he hilted himself in her tight pussy, the tod eagerly anticipated the orgasm that seemed to be racing towards him; racing towards them both, going off of Leigh's frantic cries, and if it was half as strong as the desperation he felt for release, it was going to be a veritable explosion of pleasure. Feeling it extremely important to get a message across to the redheaded vixen before he came, Bryon forced himself to speak through the haze of pleasure. 
	“L-Leigh... little sister... I... I...” He was so close, so very close, but the words desperately needed to be said! 
	“I...” 

Unfortunately, Bryon chose that exact moment to open his eyes... and found himself alone in his hotel room bed, many hundreds of miles from that house, which was no longer his home, and which he hadn't set foot in for the better part of a decade. More frustratingly, he was completely alone in that bed, with no warm, soft, eager female to help take care of the raging boner that tented out his boxers, a darkened spot showing where his pre had soaked into the material. He whimpered quietly with need as he became aware of exactly how badly he ached to come, wishing bitterly that he had company in that bed, even if it was his own sister. 
	No! He thought, flinching as he caught that last thought too late, No, not her! It's Leigh for God's sake! I – I don't want her that way! I don't! I'm not a freak! Closing his eyes, and shuddering with what he insisted was shame when his mind's eye conjured up the image of a naked Leigh writhing with pleasure beneath him, Bryon swallowed a canid whine and shook his head. 
	“I'm n-not a freak...” he repeated out loud, “The dreams don't m-mean anything...” 

It wasn't the first time he'd dreamed about doing something illicit with his sister, to his infinite chagrin. It had started about eight months ago, with a dream about hiking in the woods with Leigh that had ended, just before he woke up, with the two of them unexpectedly kissing with a passion normally reserved for cheesy romance novels, not blood relatives. Shocked and disgusted upon waking, Bryon had tried to convince himself that he was mistaken, and he'd been hiking with another fennec vixen who happened to have red hair, and it had almost worked until about a week later when a dream about a cool moonbase had been interrupted with the two of them having an enthusiastic sixty-nine in a zero-gravity chamber. There was no consistent scenario in these dreams, no familiar set-up, just that he was there, and so was Leigh, and they were desperately attracted to each other. It probably wasn't a coincidence that the dreams had started around the time he and Leigh had started spending a lot more time together after drifting apart in their early teens. It was nice that they'd once again grown closer as siblings, but it was so hard to look the vixen in the eye after dreaming about being balls-deep in her... He wasn't sure what was up with this 'important message' business that had started cropping up at the end only recently, though, he could never remember what it was that he'd been trying to say...

Bryon had nervously reassured himself that the meaning of dreams is almost never literal, at least according to what he'd read on the subject, with the example that stuck in his mind being that it was apparently not uncommon to dream about one's teeth falling out if one was worried about their financial situation. He wasn't sure what dreaming about energetic lovem- sex with his little sister meant, but maybe he wished he had a closer relationship with his family... or something. Of course, he wasn't really thinking about any of that at the moment, since he'd been really close to coming when he woke up from this particular taboo dream, and he feared if he didn't relieve the pressure, he was gonna get blue balls, and they would ache the next morning. 

Feeling lightheaded from having just woken up so abruptly, Bryon reached down to his erection, hesitating for a moment as he touched it; he really, really just wanted to go back to sleep – because he was tired, not because he hoped to go back to that dream – and he didn't want to spend time cleaning up afterwards. For that matter, his choices seemed to be nutting all over the bedsheets, which would leave embarrassing, crusty stains, or himself, which would require him to sneak over to the bathroom, past his hopefully still-slumbering sister, with semen in his belly fur. As if sensing his reluctance, his dick throbbed angrily, demanding to be satisfied.
	God, I just need to come so bad... He thought to himself, squirming with need. Finally reaching 'fuck it', he just grabbed his cock through his boxers and unceremoniously began to stroke.

Sighing with relief as soon as he began rubbing, Bryon rolled onto his back and spread his legs slightly. He didn't close his eyes, afraid of nodding off with his dick in his hand and getting caught in a compromising position by his sister in the morning, but in his mind's eye, he imagined a girl he'd known in school who had been way out of his league. The leopardess was tall, curvaceous, had a face to die for, and wore her hair in a long blonde ponytail that acted as an arrow which pointed to a killer booty matched only by her impressive bust. He pictured her riding him cowgirl-style, using only her thighs to bob up and down on his prick while she used both hands to fondle and grope her own tits, putting on quite the show for her smaller lover. And yet, he'd only been at it for about five seconds before his concentration lapsed from the pleasure and he realized the girl in his fantasy was suddenly everything the leopardess wasn't; short, skinny, redheaded, and related to Bryon. 

Inhaling sharply, Bryon pushed Leigh out of his mind and instead imagined he was getting a titjob from a human porn star. He must have rubbed one out to this woman in particular about a thousand times during puberty, when he'd first discovered Internet porn. Smiling slightly as he settled back down into a more comfortable fantasy, rather enjoying himself, right up until she moved further down his body, started licking his prick like a Popsicle, and promptly turned into Leigh. 
	“No!” he gasped out loud, then clamped his free hand over his muzzle, terrified of waking up his sister while in the midst of having his brain hijacked by erotic thoughts of her. It was no use; no matter who he pictured, no matter what he imagined happening, his thoughts would quickly turn to the vixen who innocently slumbered across the room at this very moment. Leigh merrily taking it under the tail. Leigh letting him shoot his load all over her face. Leigh holding him tight and begging him to breed her. When he tried imagining a scene where he was blindfolded, the girl would whisper to him in his sister's voice. He even pictured  a lesbian scene removed from himself entirely and one of the girls still became Leigh. It was like his brain was a faulty computer, and now that it had loaded that last dream, it couldn't open any other files. 

Whimpering with need, desperate to come, Bryon bit his lip and sat up, looking across the room towards his sleeping sibling. It was still pitch black, of course, so he couldn't actually see her, but he knew she was there. A voice in the back of his mind told him that he should just let go of his dick in protest to these abhorrent thoughts, that he should accept and welcome blue balls if it was the cost of not giving in... but at the moment, it wasn't a terribly loud voice, and instead, the tod lay back down and tried not to think about what he was doing as he reluctantly conjured up the scenario from that last dream. Once again stroking his manhood through the thin, damp material of his boxer shorts, Bryon imagined himself atop Leigh, who clung to him with all four limbs, not to mention her pussy, as he pumped himself in and out of her slick, welcoming channel with a skill and expertise the virginal male surely didn't possess in the waking world. The fantasy was so vivid, and his heart was pounding so fast, that Bryon closed his eyes without realizing it, without any danger of falling asleep, totally losing himself in the moment. There was no guilt, no awareness of how society or his family and friends – how Leigh – would judge him, there was only the vixen of his dreams and how much of a turn-on it was to imagine the two of them coupling like ferals during a heat cycle. 

Bryon began to squirm on the bed, panting and shivering as the pleasure raced towards him faster and faster. Normally, he would slow down, fight the pleasure, try to drag it out as long as he could, but this time, he was already aching to come, and on some level he knew he probably shouldn't dwell on this fantasy any longer than he had to, so when he approached the point of no return, he gladly stepped off, imagining himself going balls-deep in his sister one last time. Arching his back up off the bed and tensing up from head to toe, Bryon clamped his free hand around his muzzle and held it shut, lest he cry out his sister's name in the throes of his taboo passion. Sure enough, just as he'd thought inside the dream, when he came, he came explosively, pleasure washing out from his loins to spread, tingling, throughout his entire body. The shuddering tod grunted in time with the throbbing of his cock as he ejaculated copiously into his boxers, soaking the fabric with hot, wet vulpine jism. In his mind's eye, though, he had buried his face against the slender curve of Leigh's shoulder to muffle his cries as his dick pulsed and spurted deep inside his little sister's vagina, flooding her channel with come as he shuddered and trembled his way through one of the most powerful orgasms he'd had in recent memory. 

When it was finally over, when he'd sated the perverse lust deep within himself, the exhausted male slumped down to the bed with a sound about halfway between a moan and a sigh. As he lay there, panting, his heart racing, the guilt he'd forced out of his mind came creeping back, and he swallowed a whimper as the gravity of what he'd just done began to settle on him. He might not be able to see anything out in the room, but even in the dark, thanks to his white boxers, he could make out the wet stain around the head of his slowly-deflating penis. Gingerly touching it, Bryon found that he'd come so hard, some of his semen had soaked clean through. Being secure in his sexuality, he idly licked it off his finger, having more important things to worry about. Such as the fact that he'd just masturbated to a fantasy of passionately rutting his own sister and it had felt incredible. It probably hadn't helped that he'd put off pleasuring himself during the preparations for the trip, but while that accounted for how much seed he'd spilled, that didn't entirely explain why his climax had felt so damned good. 

Bryon hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and then froze, biting his lip again; he belatedly realized that he couldn't take them off, or he'd wake up in the same room as Leigh in a few hours, possibly with morning wood, totally naked. Reluctantly leaving the boxers on, trying futilely to ignore the sensation of his own warm sperm squishing around the head of his penis and against his pelvis, Bryon pulled the covers back over himself, having kicked them off in the throes of pleasure, and looked back across the room in the direction of his sleeping sister. 
	“I'm sorry, sis...” he breathed, “I'm so, so sorry...” He lay down and took in a deep breath that smelled strongly of semen as he wondered how he was ever going to look her in the eye again. The dreams were one thing, as he was a slave to his subconscious whilst asleep, but but he'd been wide awake this time, and he'd chosen to indulge in this fantasy. Before he fell back to sleep, the last thought on his mind was a different voice that had started getting stronger lately, more difficult to ignore: a voice that suggested that maybe, just maybe, the recurring dreams simply meant he was a degenerate who wanted to fuck his own sister. 

* * *

After spending the remainder of the night having dreams that were, mercifully, considerably more G-rated and considerably less incestuous, Bryon woke up relieved to discover that he hated himself less than he had when he nodded back off. Actually, for about three blissful seconds, he couldn't remember anything at all, like why he was in a strange bed instead of his own back home, but then it all came back to him: the family trip, the hotel, sharing quarters with Leigh, this most recent dream, and whacking off in his underwear to the thought of it – of them. Swallowing, the fennec sat up, brushed some drool away from his mouth, and then – after checking to see if the coast was clear – slipped a hand under the blanket to investigate his nethers. Bryon bit his lower lip and suppressed a whimper as he discovered that yes, there was a large, stiff patch in his boxers where his semen had dried, and that the tip of his flaccid penis was stuck to it. Flinching slightly as he tugged it free, Bryon sighed. Unbidden, his mind conjured up the image of his sister discovering the state of his underwear, and he shuddered with shame at the idea of Leigh mocking him for coming in his pants like a horny kid going through puberty. The only thing that brought him comfort was that there was no conceivable way she could work out what happened, and would probably just come to the conclusion that he'd had a wet dream. 

Looking around, Bryon saw that his sister was not in her bed, which remained unmade (of course), and she seemed to be AWOL, so he slipped out of bed, ears back and flat in embarrassment, and hurried to the bathroom, sighing in relief as he locked the door behind himself. Slipping his boxers off, he took a moment to examine the consequences of his action, embarrassed to find some sand-coloured pubic fur stuck to the dried jism. Dropping them to the floor and noting the presence of large, fluffy towels, Bryon turned to the mirror and regarded himself. His short black hair was an impressive demonstration of bedhead, but otherwise he looked about the same as ever, he hadn't suddenly taken on a creepy or perverted demeanour since the previous night. He did look stressed and worried, though, which wasn't much of a surprise. Shaking his head as if it would jostle the guilt loose, the tod took a deep breath and closed his eyes. 
	“The trip has only just started, Bryon,” he muttered to himself, “Pull yourself together...”

After taking a moment to look over the foreign faucet controls, Bryon got the shower going and slipped under the water, letting his mind wander while he went through the motions of scrubbing himself clean. Before he got to the fur shampoo, he just spent some time under the hot water, feeling it soaking into his pelt, dripping from his ears, running down his back. The sensation was very calming, and it made it much, much easier for the nervous fennec not to hate himself. Looking at things more objectively as he began to soap up his chest, Bryon considered that he'd felt tremendously guilty ever since he'd finished himself off the previous night, and maybe the guilt was a good thing. Maybe it meant that he wasn't the monstrous pervert he feared he'd become, since he was worried about it at all, which made sense in the same manner that 'crazy people don't wonder if they're crazy' made sense to the diminutive fox. 

Idly moving down to soap up his junk, Bryon sighed. It was harder to believe that the dreams were meaningless now that he'd actually beaten off to one of them, admittedly, but just because he'd given in during a moment of desperation didn't mean he couldn't go back to having a perfectly healthy and normal relationship with his sister. After all, Leigh didn't even know about it! It wasn't like he'd spied on her getting changed the previous night, or touched her a little too familiarly, it had only been a dream where he'd held her close and kissed her passionately, letting his hands roam her eager, naked body before lying her down and making her beg for him, finally calming her pleas with one thrust of his – Bryon gasped out loud as he realized he was lingering a bit too long on cleaning his crotch, and he'd reached half mast after catching the wrong train of thought. Pointedly ignoring his half-erect cock, the tod moved on to working shampoo into fur elsewhere on his body, and vowed to be more careful about such things in the future. Someday, he was gonna look back on this and – well, okay, maybe not laugh, but at least it would be in the past!

After getting his body and hair cleaned up, and enjoying the obvious symbolism in cleansing his body, Bryon turned the faucet dial all the way into the cold, to better shake off those lingering feelings that might make it more difficult to put the previous night behind him. Having a body built for the desert, this wasn't an overly pleasant experience, but as he yelped and forced himself to stand still, he supposed that was the point. Finally shutting the water off, the shivering tod climbed out, finding his idle thoughts were considerably less sexy. Wasting no time, he hurried into the fur dryer booth (provided for the benefit of morphic guests whose soaked pelts would require a little more help than just a towel). As the hot air jets buffeted his body, Bryon tried not to think about the way the ceiling of the booth towered over the fennec's head, to accommodate for much, much larger species. Once he was no longer dripping wet, he hopped out and grabbed a towel, to hide his nudity. It was at this point that Bryon realized that in his haste to be free of his be-jismed boxers, he'd neglected to bring any other clothes at all with him into the bathroom. He would have to sneak out there in a towel and hope that Leigh was still out. 

After taking a moment to psyche himself up, he stepped out into the room, and found Leigh standing by her bed, in the middle of getting changed. The topless female cried out in surprise, cupping her hands over her breasts and blushing fiercely as a shocked Bryon failed to catch his towel in time before it fell to the floor and puddled around his naked ankles. Except that none of that actually happened, of course. Bryon was relieved when the exciting scenario conjured up by his mind failed to come true and he instead found himself totally alone in the hotel room. Hurrying over to his bed to gather clothes from his suitcase, he willed his ears to remain upright and managed not to sigh again over the realization that it would take more than a quick cold dousing to quench these perverse thoughts. On the plus side, at least he wasn't getting hard this time...

Overcome with doubt, the tod doubled back to the bathroom for guaranteed privacy before he dropped his towel and began to get dressed. He had to admit, once he was no longer naked, he actually felt much more comfortable. Realizing he wasn't actually sure what to do with the boxers of shame, he tucked them under his arm and carried them back out to stash them in his suitcase before draping the damp towel over the back of a chair, in hopes that it would dry out. 

It was at that moment that the lock beeped as someone swiped their card on the other side, and just as Bryon turned to look, the door swung open and a cart laden with dome-covered food trays was wheeled into the room by... some kind of canine, a breed of dog Bryon wasn't immediately familiar with. Large ears perking up curiously, Bryon gestured at the cart. 
	“Uhh, what's this?” he said, “We haven't ordered anything...” As the dog walked all the way into the room, Leigh poked her head around the corner of the doorframe with a smile.
	“It's alright, Bry,” she called, waving, “This was my idea!” The tod frowned as his sister stepped into the room. He took note of her outfit, but there were more important things to complain about first. 
	“Did you order room service?” he asked, “Leigh, do you know what this stuff costs at a place like this? Mom and Dad are gonna kill you!” The slender female waved dismissively and giggled. 
	“Relaaaax, big brother, it's taken care of!” she replied, “We're on vacation, you've got to learn to chill.” Bryon swallowed, and his ears twitched, wanting to lower, but he forced them to remain where they were. Leigh very rarely called him 'big brother', and at the moment, the most recent time he could remember was... that dream he had last night, when he was making l- having sex with her. 

Trying to shake the weird feeling off, and desperately pushing those thoughts back out of his head, Bryon cocked his head to the side. 
	“What do you mean, it's taken care of?” he asked. At this point, the dog in the crisp, clean uniform chimed in.
	“It is part of your family's vacation package, sir,” he said, with a practiced smile, “While staying with our establishment, you are entitled to a free breakfast delivery each morning. If you would like, a pamphlet listing the benefits could be provided to you?” The tall, lanky canine spoke slowly and enunciated every syllable very clearly, speaking English as if he'd made a conscious effort to train himself out of his natural accent. Blinking, Bryon slowly nodded.
	“Uh, okay, that sounds good. Er, thanks for breakfast.” Smiling a little wider, the dog bowed slightly. 
	“At your service, sir.” He added a 'miss' as he turned to Leigh, and then turned and left the two foxes alone in their room. 

Leigh turned to her brother and smiled. 
	“I'm glad to see you up and about,” she said, “I was a little worried you'd still be asleep, or like, fresh out the shower and hanging out in your fur or something.” Bryon frowned. 
	“Why would I just be hanging out naked?” he asked, grumpily, “Did you think I'd forget that I was sharing the room with you?” Maddeningly, Leigh just shrugged, her smile remaining exactly as strong. Looking down at the cart next to them, Bryon released his breath slowly, trying to let go of his irritation, since it wasn't like she was trying to make him feel like a pervert. 
	“So, uh, why didn't you wait for me?” he asked, “we could have gone down together.” She shrugged again. 
	“I thought it would be a nice surprise,” she said, “I mean we could go have breakfast in the fancy restaurant downstairs, but come on, I've always wanted to have a room service meal like this, with the little metal tray covers.” Rapping on one of the metal domes with her knuckles, she giggled again. “It's just like in the movies!” 

Bryon managed a thin smile, unable to remain grumpy in the face of his sister's adorable positivity. Turning to face the cart, one of his ears flicked curiously. 
	“Fair point, 's not every day we get to have a fancy breakfast in bed,” he said, “What did you order? Or, uh, is it just the same generic breakfast for everybody?” 
	“Nah, they let me pick,” she said, as the tod lifted up one of the tray covers. Raising an eyebrow, he gave his sister a puzzled look.
	“Really, sis?” he asked, unable to keep from smirking, “You mean to tell me we flew halfway across the world to get here, and you just got eggs sunny side up?” For once, it was Leigh's turn to blush, as she rubbed her arm and avoided his gaze.
	“W-well, I don't know anything about the local food,” she said, somewhat defensively, “I wasn't exactly about to order the – the – oh, I don't even know how to pronounce it, much less what it is!” 

Bryon laughed gently. 
	“Can't fault you there,” he said, turning to the other tray, “Did you order the same for me?” Leigh looked at him without turning her head, giving him a sideways glance with a sly smile. 
	“Actually, I ordered the thing with the most syllables for you!” she said, brightly, “I think there's goat in it!” 
	“What?!” the shocked male said, physically taking a step back in his surprise. Quickly recovering, he grabbed the other lid and yanked it off, expecting to find some weird-smelling mess.
	“No, no, that's right, I got you the waffles instead,” Leigh deadpanned, “Because those are your favourite.” Looking up from the gently steaming grids and the little bowl of syrup, a relieved Bryon gave his sister a Look, which she merrily shrugged off.
	“Wiseass....” Bryon muttered, “I didn't know you even paid attention to my favourites.”
	“You don't make it subtle,” she giggled, “In fact, you want me to give you and the waffles the room for a bit? Just put a sock on the doorknob.” Bryon couldn't help but laugh. 

As the foxes picked up the trays and started carrying them over to the room's spotlessly polished table, Bryon cleared his throat, getting around to a point he'd put off earlier.
	“Uhh, did you really go downstairs dressed like that?” he asked, forcing himself not to look his sibling up and down. Leigh wore her long, flower-patterned bathrobe, a pair of sandals, and, as far as Bryon could tell, nothing else. For the sake of his sanity, he told himself she must have underwear on underneath, she simply must. 
	“Yeah,” she replied, casually, “Why?” The tod paused a moment, which may have been a mistake, as it meant he was standing behind Leigh when she reached the table, and she smoothed her robe behind her knees before bending over to sit down, which briefly pulled the fabric tighter against her body and perfectly outlined her rump. Bryon swallowed a canine (well, vulpine) whine and took a deep breath, grateful that Leigh had been more interested in her eggs than in him; he didn't particularly like the idea of the vixen noticing that her own brother had been checking out her ass... 

Making an effort to return the 'stern older brother' look to his face, Bryon went and sat down at the table, taking a moment to pour some syrup before he tried to address this issue. He didn't want to be a pervert, but that didn't mean he wanted Leigh to dislike him, either. 
	“Not to be a buzzkill or anything, but do you really think that's a good idea?” he asked, gently, “Going out dressed like that, I mean. Didn't have anyone making eyes at you, did you?” He blinked. Why had he said it like that? Embarrassed, he quickly moved on, lest he start blushing.
	“Uh, you know, there are some dangerous types out there that might try to take advantage of a tourist in a foreign country. And I love Dad, but he's not exactly Liam Neeson.” Leigh snickered, holding a hand to her muzzle daintily. 
	“Maybe you've got a point,” she said, “I guess I just felt safe around the hotel because it's so nice here, eh? I mean, metal-domed tray carts!” Bryon smiled as she gestured back towards the cart. “If it'll make you less worried, Bryon, I'll try to be a bit more careful,” Leigh added, patting him on the back of the hand. They both ate in silence for a few seconds, and then Leigh spoke up again.
	“Though just FYI, asking if people are checking me out makes you sound like a jealous boyfriend, not my big brother.” She said it very casually, but the tod still choked on his waffles. 

The two foxes continued eating for a few minutes, mostly falling silent aside from occasionally speaking up about their food, which was really quite good. Bryon hadn't been sure what to expect from the hotel cooking, but he had to admit he was impressed. Plus, it was a relief to spend any amount of time in Leigh's presence without feeling like a perv.
	“So, uh, what are we gonna do today?” he asked, between bites, “I kind of... spaced out whenever Mom started talking about 'our itinerary', and I sure as hell didn't plan anything.” It had seemed like a fairly innocent question, but his sister's face lit up like he'd just made her day. 
	“Ooh! I'm glad you asked, Bry,” she said, “See, I know exactly how I'm gonna start the day.” Her food wasn't quite finished, but the vixen pushed back from the table and stood up. 
	“Maybe you could join me, big brother,” she continued, “We could start our vacation off right...” As she spoke, Leigh unfastened the soft fabric belt of her robe, which was such an unexpected behaviour that it took a moment before what she was doing really sank in for her sibling. Unfortunately for Bryon, a moment was all Leigh needed, and before he could so much as utter a single word of protest, his little sister released the belt and pulled the heavy folds of her robe wide open, before shrugging the garment off her shoulders and letting it fall silently to the floor around her feet. 

Ears flicking back as the vixen's slender body and gentle curves were revealed, Bryon gasped at this unexpected turn of events.
	“Leigh!” he cried out, shocked that his sister would do this (outside of his dreams, anyway), before he finally clued in that she wasn't actually totally naked. Leigh stood before him in a deeply flattering bikini, hands on her hips, regarding him curiously. The two-piece swimsuit was exactly the right shade of dark blue to complement her eyes and contrast her desert-coloured pelt. The top was of the variety that wrapped tightly around the torso without needing upper straps, which is why Bryon had been able to catch occasional glimpses of his sister's bare shoulders.
	“Are... you okay, Bryon?” she asked, one ear twitching inquisitively as her tail silently floated back and forth behind her. Blushing, the embarrassed male forced a self-conscious smile. 
	“S-sorry, I, uh...” He struggled for words, since he couldn't exactly tell her he thought his sister was stripping nude in front of him and inviting him to a morning of taboo excitement. 

	“...I'm just feeling a bit weird today,” he lamely finished, “Maybe it's j-jet lag or something...” For a long, awkward moment, Leigh just stood there, looking at him, her expression unreadable. Then, she slowly nodded. 
	“Mmm, our people do tend to be a bit high-strung,” she murmured, “Maybe this vacation will help with that. Anyway, I was gonna ask if you wanted to go swimming with me? I got this new swimsuit specifically for this trip, and I wanted to put it to good use right away.” There was an unspoken question nested within that statement, of course, it was written all over her body language: she wanted her brother's opinion of how she looked in her nice new suit. 

Even as he thought to himself that this was a bad idea, Bryon's eyes began to roam up and down Leigh's compact frame, taking in more of his sister's body than he'd seen since they were both less than eight years old. His mouth felt uncomfortably dry as he took in her curves, her legs, her short yet meticulously-maintained pelt. Her stomach fur in particular looked so soft that he couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to run his hand across her belly. The real treasures were, of course, modestly hidden behind her bikini, but even with the suit in the way he couldn't help but gaze upon the vixen admiringly... and with a forbidden desire he felt woefully unable to deny. 
	“You look fantastic, sis,” he said, “That suit looks great on you.” 
	“Aww, thanks, big brother!” she replied warmly, making him feel even guiltier, “So how about you put your suit on, and we go for a swim?” 

Bryon was trying not to show it, but he was more than a little freaked out by the way these thoughts had started working their way into his waking life now that he was spending more time around Leigh. As for the vixen herself, the smile across her muzzle was soft and genuine, and her tail was slowly wagging behind her as she eagerly, innocently waited for her brother to answer her question. The smart thing, of course, would be to put some distance between the two of them and try to get his brain to calm the fuck down and stop thinking of her that way. And yet, at the same time, looking upon her face, he found that he just couldn't say no. 

	“...You know what, that sounds like a great idea,” he said, fighting as hard as he could to focus on how nice it would be to feel the water moving over his body, and not on how nice it would be to see Leigh frolicking around in that revealing suit. “But I wanted to finish these waffles before I headed down, since they're my favourite, after all, so why don't you go on ahead, and I'll catch up?” The slender female smiled even wider and giggled delightedly as she moved forward and gave him a big hug. 
	“That's great, Bryon!” she said, “Okay, I'll see you downstairs, and we can hit the beach together!” The guilt-ridden male shuddered with unwanted pleasure as he hugged her back. He felt her warm body up against his, felt Leigh's soft breasts squished between them, and he breathed deep of her natural scent and found it deeply enjoyable. 

When the vixen let go of him, she turned around and bent over to retrieve her robe from the floor, fluffy tail flagged up high, as if she were trying to show him how nice her ass looked in the bikini, since he'd missed it from the front. Once she'd covered up a bit more, Leigh virtually skipped across the room to retrieve a beach towel from her suitcase, before heading out the door, humming merrily to herself. Bryon wasn't sure why, but she was in a really good mood today. Maybe she'd really needed this vacation... Once he was sure Leigh wasn't going to come right back, Bryon sighed and pushed back from the table, crossing his arms sullenly over his chest and looking straight down, at the noticeable tent in his jeans. 
	“I thought I dealt with you last night!” he said, rather grumpily, “Must you betray me again?” When his penis didn't answer, Bryon hunched forward, putting his elbows on either side of his plate and burying his face in his hands.
	“Oh my Gooooood,” he groaned, “That was a crime. That was illegal. Somebody stop her. My little sister isn't allowed to be that sexy!”

A short while later, after Bryon felt a little more composed, and a lot less aroused, he changed into a swimsuit and flip-flops, throwing a T-shirt on for the short walk to the beach, and headed out the door with a towel slung over his shoulder, at which point the room once again became quiet and peaceful. Hours passed, and room 914 was a quiet, still place, aside from the distant sounds of traffic below, or the occasional snippet of loud music. At one point, a couple of cleaning ladies passed through, letting themselves in and gently working their way around the room, tidying up this and that while having a quiet conversation in a local tongue the Medoras wouldn't have understood. They made the beds, replaced the used towels, including the one Bryon had draped over a chair, and took away the leftover dishes, moving the meal cart out into the hall where someone else would return it to its proper place next to the kitchen. When the visit from housekeeping was over, the room returned to its gentle, quiet solitude for several more hours, with the singular exception of a moment when the silence was broken by Leigh's phone busting out into the sound of a 90's-era dial-up modem connecting to the Internet. Ever since she was a little girl, she'd thought of the awful electronic screeching as delightfully retro, leading her to make it her ringtone on a smartphone that postdated phone-line modems by about twenty years. Leigh had rather uncharacteristically left her phone in the room when she left, so it just went on and on until her voicemail was triggered, at which point it mercifully fell silent once more. 

Shortly after that, if a person had been standing on the room's balcony, they might have seen, far, far off in the distance, two small foxes walking down the beach. The pair ambled along, side-by-side, moving slowly as if they were having a conversation rather than trying to go anywhere in particular. At one point, triggered by no event in particular, the vixen reached out and took the tod's hand in her own, at which point the male froze in place, ears flicking straight up in surprise. The two of them exchanged words, the tod looked around the beach nervously, as if searching for judging eyes, and then they started off again, strolling across the sand next to the water's edge, hand-in-hand. Plus, once they'd travelled a little while and the tod relaxed, they looked entirely comfortable doing it. 

A little while later, the door opened once again and the siblings came back in, full of dinner, their fur still extra-poofy, thanks to the dryer booths situated on the beach itself. 
	“Oh man, that was so good,” sighed Bryon with a happy smile, his tail wagging tiredly, “thank you so much for that, Leigh.” Strolling in behind him, still wearing her robe, but letting it hang open now, Leigh positively beamed at him as she closed the door. 
	“I'm glad you think so,” she replied, “I hear a lot of people tend to avoid the local cuisine, because... well, you know. Thanks for taking a chance on me.” As an ABBA song began to play in his mind, Bryon put down his towel without being conscious of the fact that it was in the same spot he'd left the previous towel, which had vanished. 
	“No, but really, you read the menu for me, sis,” the tod said, “It would have been so easy for you to pick something horrible and prank me, but that was actually really nice... just like the suggestion that we should go swimming. Today was actually pretty rad, and I feel like most of that's on you.” Leigh giggled as she demurely raised her hands to her cheeks.
	“Stop, you're making me blush,” she murmured, in a tone that said 'keep going'.

After spending the entire day in wholesome activities with his sister, Bryon was finally (mostly) comfortable around her again, so when he peeled off his shirt, he barely had to resist the urge to check if she was looking. 
	“Shame about the gift shop, though,” he added, his ears lowering just a smidge. “They never have any non-standard spellings. I will never get why Mom and Dad saddled me with this ridiculous name instead of just spelling it B-r-i-a-n like rational morphic beings.” He happened to glance over at his distaff counterpart just as the vixen shrugged off her robe again, gazing out the window at the setting sun. Bryon quickly looked away, afraid he'd be tempted to leer at her again. He'd been doing so well today and he didn't want to threaten that just because she felt safe enough to keep doing that in front of him. 

	“Hey, don't be like that,” she said, as she turned to walk over to him. To his surprise, she placed her hands on his shoulders and began to rub. 
	“I happen to think it's a very handsome name,” Leigh continued, “the Y makes it seem all old-timey and distinguished.” Continuing to look forward, so she wouldn't see how red his cheeks had turned, Bryon swallowed. 
	“Y-you really think so?” he asked, rhetorically. Gently turning him around to face her, Leigh smiled. 
	“I do,” she replied, and she booped him on the nose. Despite his inner turmoil, Bryon grinned at this, and his sister's face lit up at having successfully cheered him up. 

As she turned around to walk back across the room, Leigh's tail brushed against her brother's bare thigh, and Bryon immediately shivered and felt his arm twitch. He actually had to resist the instinctive urge to reach out and take hold of the vixen's tail, to run his fingers through its fluffy, impossibly soft fur. He silently scolded himself for the reaction and started taking deep breaths to calm his perverse mind.
	“By the way,” Leigh added, casually, “Thanks for holding my hand on the beach, I noticed you seemed a little uncomfortable at first.” Reaching up and scratching the back of his head, Bryon shrugged, even though she couldn't see it. 
	“Well, you know, you're my sister and all...” he said, self-consciously, “We don't normally, uh, do that kinda thing.” He hesitated a moment, then added the thought that refused to be ignored. “I was just kinda worried we would, uh, look like a c-couple or something...” Retrieving the big, baggy T-shirt she'd worn to bed the previous night from her suitcase, Leigh answered without looking.
	“Well, that was the idea, Bry.” 

Bryon couldn't have been more shocked if she'd slapped him across the face. Suddenly, every muscle in his body was tense, and his pulse was racing. That was the idea? What the hell did that mean? Using every ounce of control he had, he forced his voice to stay calm. 
	“...Pardon?” he asked, as if he weren't freaking the fuck out. Leigh looked over her shoulder at him, and apparently that one glance was all it took to see the effect she'd had on him, since she stood up, lowered her ears, and smiled self-consciously at him.
	“Oh! No! I mean, uh, th-there were some weirdos on the beach, they were looking at me,” she said, hurriedly, “I thought if they thought you were my boyfriend, they'd leave me alone!” His own cheeks burning, the tod sagged down slightly as he relaxed, feeling a wave of relief washing over his body... tinged with just a hint of disappointment. At this point, the fact that a small part of himself had been hoping that Leigh wanted to be his girlfriend wasn't a surprise (which in itself was unsettling to Bryon), but after everything else that had happened in his mind lately, he took it in stride. 
	“Oh, okay,” he said, nodding, “I guess that makes sense...” As he replayed their time on the beach in his mind, straining to remember the creeps who'd been eyeing his sister, Bryon idly added “...It did feel kinda good, though.” 

The distracted male twitched as his mind caught up with that statement, but before he even had time to get all stressed and nervous, Leigh giggled happily.
	“It did, didn't it?” she replied, “Such a beautiful beach, it was nice to just walk along the water with somebody, and I haven't held anyone's hand like that since I was a little girl.” Facing such a warm smile, and eyes as blue as the ocean they'd enjoyed that day, Bryon found that he couldn't feel particularly bothered by that little slip. After all, the only way his recent problem had affected their walk was the way he'd gotten so nervous and embarrassed when she first took his hand. It hadn't been like he'd been sporting a raging boner as they'd strolled down the beach, overcome with lust for his innocent sibling, and he certainly hadn't tried anything untoward; once he'd let himself relax, it had been a nice, calm walk down a warm beach. The diminutive fox reminded himself that he'd felt so comfortable around Leigh during and after that walk, in fact, that he'd thought his weird feelings for his sister had finally faded away.
	Maybe this whole thing is just in my head, he pondered, maybe I'm only having those dreams because I can't stop worrying about it. It was a far sight more positive than the last time he'd thought he had a diagnosis, so he silently vowed to try and be chill about it. After all, it wasn't like he was going to accidentally fuck his sister if he stopped worrying about it. 

While he'd been brooding, Leigh had slipped into the bathroom and changed, and just as Bryon looked up from his thoughts, the vixen came back out, once again clad in her T-shirt and a pair of panties. Instead of making a beeline for her bed, though, she crossed the room to a window, peering out into the darkness beyond. As she looked out at the moonlit beach and the distant lights of the city, her tail floated about behind her, showing her calm mood... but it also lifted the hem of her skirt enough for her brother's eyes to be drawn to her pert rump once again, to admire the way her sunny yellow panties showed off her ass. When he caught himself looking, Bryon forced himself to take deep breaths. Leigh did have a nice butt, after all, there was nothing wrong with acknowledging that on an objective level... but maybe he should go get changed instead of lingering around Leigh while she was dressed like this. 

When the tod emerged from the bathroom, he found that the other fennec was still not properly in bed; she lay atop the sheets in a relaxed pose, one shapely leg crossed over the other as she looked at her phone, her shirt hiding her underwear from his view – which the nervous male couldn't help but notice made it look like the shirt was the only thing she was wearing.
	“So,” Leigh said, glancing up at him, “What do you want to do tomorrow?” Bryon hurried to his bed and sat down, not hugely confident in his ability to stay flaccid through an entire conversation with Leigh, given how things had gone lately. Once he was out of the danger zone, he gave the question some actual thought.
	“Well, I kinda wanted to check out this museum they had a brochure for,” he said, gesturing to the pamphlet he'd left on the table where they'd had breakfast, “it's dedicated to the life and times of, uh... Oh, shit, I forget his name, but he was a big figure here back in the day.” Leigh frowned ever so slightly. 
	“Mmmm, I dunno,” she said dubiously, scratching at her fuzzy chin, “I'm not sure I want to spend my day learning about some old dead dude.” Bryon made a face. 
	“Well, going to the beach was your idea,” he said, “I thought we could do a thing I was interested in!” 

Leigh snickered, her tail flicking against the bed.
	“As if you didn't want to splash around in the ocean and check out some girls in bikinis,” she teased. Before Bryon could lie that he'd done no such thing, the vixen sat up. 
	“Hey, I know,” she said, “I saw some posters at that drink stand by the docks that said that this cafe near here is gonna have a, uh, musical performance tomorrow. I mean, it's just some local guy, but I thought it might be fun.” Bryon swallowed, mulling that over. Even with his newfound determination to stop worrying about how he felt for Leigh, a guy and a girl going to live music together sounded a lot like a date. 
	“I don't know...” he said, just as dubiously as she had. His sister actually put her phone down as she gave him her full attention.
	“C'mon, big brother, you wouldn't want me to go and sit in that restaurant listening to a weasel crooning in another language all by myself, would you?” she teased, “I might get swept off my feet by his exotic charms and run off with him, and how are you gonna explain that one to Mom and Dad?” When Bryon smiled despite himself, the slender femme cocked her head to one side.
	“Tell you what, I'll sweeten the pot,” Leigh added, “If you come with me to this music thing, I'll come with you to that museum about the guy you find so interesting whose name you can't remember.” Bryon did not miss the 'subtle' sarcasm in that statement, but the smile she made as she said it was so playful, so devoid of malice, that he couldn't be annoyed by it. 
	“Alright, that does sound pretty good,” he admitted, “But absolutely no eloping, I'm putting my foot down.” 

After brushing their teeth and spending a bit more time absorbed in their phones, the Medoras put the lights out, exchanged goodnights, and lay down for the night, but once again, Bryon found it hard to sleep. After what felt like hours but was probably more like fifteen minutes, the tod sighed. The fact of the matter was that he was very deliberately thinking about innocent topics, and more importantly, keeping his mind focused on them... which made it impossible for his mind to relax enough to actually fall asleep. He admitted to himself that he was afraid of having another sexy incest dream, afraid that it would consume even more of his thoughts the next day, as if it were a spreading infection he was doomed to be overtaken by. He also  acknowledged to himself that this was probably more than a little ridiculous, and not the fun kind of ridiculous, either. Rolling onto his side to face the balcony, seeing the stars in the distance, Bryon reminded himself of the silent vow he'd made not to obsess about these dreams only an hour or two earlier, and he took a deep breath, filling his lungs before letting it back out as a second, more drawn-out sigh. Closing his eyes, he gave himself permission to relax, and told himself that he would dream about whatever he would dream about, and that was okay. Dreams were just dreams, after all...

* * *

The two fennecs hurried down the beach, hand in hand. Bryon lead the way, smiling delightedly.
	“Not so fast!” Leigh protested, “You're gonna make me fall!” 
	“C'mon, sis, it's just ahead!” the tod encouraged her, “See? Behind those rocks!” He pointed with his free hand to a semi-circular arrangement of very, very large rocks that had presumably washed in with the tides at some point. They almost completely encircled a space to the far side of the beach, blocking even the view from the rest of the sandy shores, save for a conspicuously free space close to the water's edge that served as an 'entrance' to the enclosed space, which felt cozy and private despite being open to the sky and the sea, and wider across than their house back home. No such arrangement of boulders existed on the beach in the real world, of course, at least not that Bryon had seen, but such trivial details hardly mattered to his subconscious, which had once placed his high school on the surface of the moon without batting an eye. 

Slowing down as he lead his sister into the private section of the beach, Bryon let go of Leigh's hand.
	“Here we are,” he said, proudly, as Leigh took a few curious steps forward to look around, seeing nothing but sand, water, and rocks. There weren't even any empty beer cans or cigarette butts here to mar the natural, yet boring, scenery.
	“...I don't get it, Bry,” Leigh said, still looking around, “I don't see what's so beautiful here, it's just a bunch of rocks.” Stepping up behind her, the tod gently put one hand on the other fennec's arm and turned her around to face him. Looking her square in the eye, he lowered his ears respectfully, smiled, and said “That's because I'm the only one who can see it right now, Leigh.” 

	“B-Bryon?” She seemed uncertain, one ear cocking to the side. Still lightly holding her arm, he ran his thumb back and forth across her soft fur, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath it.
	“Personally, I'd say the view is amazing...” he whispered, as if she hadn't spoken, “You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known, little sister.” Blushing, she lowered her ears self-consciously and averted her eyes. 
	“Don't say that, w-we're siblings,” she said, with no fire in her voice. 
	“That's true. You've been right next to me as far back as I can remember,” he replied, “But you're not my baby sister anymore, are you? You're all grown up now... and I can't take my eyes off you.” 

He felt her shiver through her arm.
	“Bryon! You can't say these things!” she protested, with a little more force to her voice. 
	“I can and I will,” he retorted boldly, his tail flicking around behind him as his pulse began to climb and his voice began to lower, his words deep and sensual. “I want you, Leigh. I want you so badly I can taste it. I want to hold you... to kiss you... to touch you...” He reached out and placed a single finger against her side, lightly trailing it up and down the fennec's abdomen, stopping just shy of the separate pieces of her bikini, and Leigh let out a shuddery sigh.
	“ I c-can't believe this is really happening...” she breathed, averting her eyes, “Oh, God, I sh-shouldn't be turned on by this... My own brother shouldn't be making me so wet...” 

Seeing that she was starting to come around to his line of thinking, the tod sought to fan the embers of forbidden desire within her.
	“No one is around, little sister, it's just you and me,” Bryon whispered, as he slipped his arm around her back and began to gently pull her closer. She swallowed audibly, and he grinned at her and playfully licked her cheek. “We're on vacation, Leigh... Let's enjoy ourselves.” With that, the slender female shuddered again, her tense muscles relaxing as she raised her arms and embraced him back, leaning in closer to meet his lips.
	“Ohhhh, God, yes...” she breathed, pressing herself against Bryon's chest as the worry left her body, as brother kissed sister, and sister kissed back. 

Bryon pulled Leigh close as their tongues entwined, his hands wandering her back, feeling her fur against his fingers and tracing her muscles beneath the thin pelt that generations of living in the desert had granted their people. He let one hand trail down onto the gentle curve of her buttock experimentally, and Leigh did not protest. Breaking off the lip-lock, the tod moved his mouth down to kiss and lick at his sister's neck where it met her shoulders (something he'd seen in a movie once) and Leigh held him a little tighter and moaned. 
	“Nnngh, you're making me s-so horny...” she whimpered, pressing her pelvis against him. He pressed back, and he felt more than heard her inhale sharply, as his swelling, stiffening cock was squeezed between their bodies. 
	“God, you're so beautiful...” he whispered to her, “I tried to deny it but I just can't... I've never been as attracted to any other girl as I am to you...” Quietly chittering to herself in a distinctly vulpine way, the blushing vixen kissed him again.

As the two foxes kissed and nuzzled against each other, Bryon began to slowly walk his sister backwards until her back bumped up against one of the boulders that ringed the area. Once they had a nice strong support, the tod pressed on to the next step. The hand on her rump stayed exactly where it was, of course, but the hand that had been on Leigh's back slipped around to her front, frolicking in her soft belly fur for a little while until it began to move  upwards. When it reached the eager yet nervous female's bosom, she broke off the kiss to look down, then glanced back up, making eye contact with her brother.
	“May I?” he asked, simply. She nodded, just as simply, and Bryon took hold of the latch on her bikini top, between her mounds, which popped open easily. In reality, the latch on Leigh's top had been in the back, and it was much sturdier than this one, which probably would have opened in a strong enough breeze. Once again, though, the rules of logic are at best a distant memory in dreams, and Bryon had never undressed a woman in real life anyway, so this wouldn't have bothered the needy male much even if he were aware of it.

As the top opened and fell away, Leigh reached up to cover her breasts with her hands.
	“Oh... sorry, th-that was just, um, f-force of habit...” she murmured,  blushing demurely and allowing Bryon to gently push her arms aside. She turned her head away and whimpered quietly as the grinning male drank in the view of his sibling's naked chest.
	“You shouldn't be embarrassed, little sister,” he cooed to her, “they're gorgeous.” As he took hold of a perky teat, Leigh moaned again, pushing against his hand and shivering in his embrace. As he gave her a spirited fondling, teasing her hard nipples with his fingertips, the vixen reached forward and untied the drawstring on Bryon's swimsuit, tugging it down and freeing his erection, which she took a firm hold of and began to grope without so much as a raised eyebrow. The tod groaned at the feeling of her soft hands on his aching prick, which throbbed at her touch, drooling pre-come onto the smaller fennec's fingers. 
	“Ohhh, you really are my 'big brother', aren't you?” Leigh giggled, unable to take her eyes – or her hands – off her sibling's cock. 

Meanwhile, the hand that had been content to rest on the vixen's tush finally took action, its fingertips slipping beneath the fabric of her bikini bottom and boldly stroking the naked fur, before pushing on the cord tie until it came loose, and that side of her bottom fell open. He hadn't asked this time, but when Leigh noticed, she only moaned and rubbed her thighs together. 
	“Yes, Bryon, yes,” she whispered, arousal burning in her voice, “Take me! Right here, right now!” That sounded like a fine course of action to her brother, who stepped out of his own swimsuit, which had fallen to his ankles, as he untied the other side of her suit and then tugged it away, discarding it as if they'd never need it again. 
	“Listen, sis, I – I need to tell you something,” he said, even as he slipped a hand behind one of her knees and lifted it up, to offer him better access to her glistening slit, “This is important.” 
	“So is this!” Leigh pouted, as she pulled him forward by his manhood, trying to get a good angle to line his rigid dick up with her dripping pussy. 
	“I want to do this,” Bryon insisted, as the head of his cock grew damp from rubbing up and down his little sister's outer lips, “But I also need to tell you that I... I...” 

* * *

And so it was that Bryon Medora awoke in his hotel room bed for the second time in as many nights with a raging hard-on, still trying to grasp what it was that was so important for him to express to his sister, even in the face of having his wicked way with her. He groaned out loud in frustration; he hadn't even gotten it in this time! Then he remembered that the real Leigh was just across the room, and suddenly became afraid she might hear him. He imagined his sister investigating the sound and finding him in a state of powerful arousal, and his ears tried to lower in embarrassment despite the fact that he was lying flat on his back and the pillow was in the way. Then he imagined Leigh giving him a gentle, playful smile, and climbing under the sheets with him, saying 'Let me help you with that, big brother' as she slipped one hand into his boxers, took hold of his meat, and – Maybe it was for the best to stop that line of thinking right there.

This time, Bryon vowed not to give in, and to just ignore his desperate need until he fell back to sleep. That lasted all of three minutes before he buried his face in his hands in order to sigh. His prick remained stubbornly rigid and the images of his sister's unclothed form continued to appear provocatively before him every time he closed his eyes. He needed to finish himself off if he was going to get any more sleep that night, and he could already tell that once again, his subconscious wasn't going to let him fantasize about nice, acceptable girls who weren't related to him. After weighing his options for what felt like an eternity, the tod reluctantly decided that if he was going to be a shameful pervert, he might as well at least do it where cleanup was easier this time. Moving slowly and carefully, he slipped out of bed and onto the floor, keenly aware of the tent in the front of his boxers. If Leigh woke up and turned on the lights, there would be no hiding his arousal. 

Staying low, his ears back in embarrassment, Bryon crept across the floor, his heart beating a rapid cadence as if he were planning a jewel heist, not furtive nighttime masturbation. Carefully opening the bathroom door to make as little noise as possible, he closed it behind himself just as gently and only then reached out to turn the light on. He nearly flicked on the overhead fan, too, as an ingrained habit, and stopped himself from triggering a loud noise in the nick of time. As he locked the door, Bryon let out a sigh of relief and headed across the room, figuring he might as well be as far away from Leigh as he could get before he started. He only made it about two steps, though, before he froze in his tracks. Being more comfortable than Bryon in relying on the hotel staff, Leigh had simply discarded her sodden towel on the floor after taking her shower that day, but it served to draw the nervous tod's attention to the fact that she had simply discarded her bikini in the same manner while slipping into her sleepwear, with the top and bottom lying just next to each other on the floor of the bathroom. 

He'd noticed the swimsuit when he got changed earlier, but only in the same way that he'd 'noticed' the complimentary soap or the bland painting of a bowl of flowers on the wall opposite the toilet. Now, though, horny and alone, a plan of action instantly suggested itself to Bryon, and he nervously swallowed. If he was going to pleasure himself to sinful fantasies of his own sister anyway, maybe he could borrow her bikini bottom to stimulate his senses at the same time... But could he really do that? Just... smell his own sister's panties? Dreams were one thing, but wasn't that crossing a line? A part of his mind helpfully corrected him that a swimsuit wasn't underwear, but incredibly, the fact that they weren't literally panties didn't make him feel much better. As he stood there, biting his lip, Bryon found that his curiosity was rapidly growing to rival his desire in strength. She'd been wearing them all day long. This could be his only chance to... to sample her most private scent. Hardly able to believe he was doing it, and actually blushing from how perverse his actions felt, the nervous fennec bent down and gingerly picked up the article of clothing by one of the drawstrings.
	God, am I really going to do this? he wondered, I'm not a panty-sniffer... am I?
	“In for a penny,” he whispered to himself, “in for a pound...”

Taking a better hold of the bottoms and turning them over in his hand, Bryon shivered from head to toe as he took in the sight of the soft fabric pad which had so recently cupped his sister's vulva. They were wrinkled and creased from wear, and they still bore signs of sweat, but they didn't look particularly lewd; there wasn't an imprint of Leigh's treasures in the cloth or anything. The very self-conscious tod was starting to have second thoughts until he finally brought the garment up to the end of his muzzle and gave it a hesitant sniff. Instantly, his eyes widened and his ears shot straight up, like a feral hearing a predator in the distance. The scent that tickled his nostrils was unlike any other he had ever caught a whiff of. It wasn't so much the smell itself that was unique, it was the way it made him feel. Leigh's feminine scent carried hints of her pheromones, which made the surprised male's nervous system light up with an unexpected, tingling pleasure... and the desire for more. 

	“Oh... oh God... oh fuck...” Bryon mumbled, shivering again as his cock throbbed in his boxers, a dark spot appearing in the fabric where a drop of pre had emerged. All thoughts of worry and shame gone straight out the window, the pervy fennec held the swimsuit back up to his nose with one hand while the other hurriedly pulled his underwear down. Once the boxers hit his ankles, he stepped out of them as he grabbed a towel off of the shelf full of spares, draping it on the cold tile floor so that it wouldn't be uncomfortable when he sat his naked ass down on it. That done, he flopped down unceremoniously and took hold of his rod, which pulsed again as he finally gave it the attention it had been begging for. He actually whimpered with pleasure as he began to stroke up and down his shaft, breathing deep of his sister's scent and trembling with desire as it tickled a very primal part of his brain. Closing his eyes, Bryon pictured Leigh standing before him, as naked as in any of his other fantasies, touching herself lewdly and keeping close enough that he could smell her arousal, but keeping frustratingly out of reach if he reached out to touch her. As he watched his sister working her fingers in and out of her glistening, dripping pussy, he whimpered again, imagining how desperately aroused yet mindbogglingly frustrated he would be to be so close, yet so far from the object of his forbidden desire. 

Within a minute, he was leaking a fairly constant stream of pre down over his fingers, and his breath, filtered through the bikini bottoms, was getting faster and more ragged.
	“Leigh... Leigh...” he panted, unaware he was doing it vocally, as the vixen in his mind performed her lewd show for him. His legs rolled to the sides, spreading as if offering her a better view as he stroked and rubbed his aching dick. His feet twitched as he lost himself in the pleasure, and in the intoxicating scent coming from his little sister's swimsuit. 
	Showing off for you like this... God, it makes me so hot! moaned the fictional Leigh in his mind, Look! Look, big brother, can you see how wet I am? As she spread herself open, her juices literally dripping to the floor, Bryon swallowed a moan, distantly remembering that he was supposed to keep quiet. Part of what made his fantasy so arousing was that even as she fingered herself, even as she teased the stiff little bud of her clitoris, Leigh couldn't keep her eyes off of her brother's prick, and he caught her licking her lips once or twice when he managed to glance away from her sopping pussy. 

He kept it up at a feverish pace, until his entire body was trembling, his breath came hard and fast, and his pelt glistened with sweat the way Leigh's imaginary fingers glistened with juice. At one point, lost in his fantasy, the tod leaned forward suddenly, trying to give his sibling a cheeky lick, but of course all he accomplished was pressing his tongue against the inside of the swimsuit. Experimentally giving it a slower, more deliberate lick, he found that it didn't taste of much other than cotton and a hint of sweat. If he wanted to know what Leigh tasted like, he was going to have to go to the source. At this point, he was so aroused that the fact that he was having that thought didn't particularly worry him. As with the previous night, Bryon wasn't lasting particularly long, he could already feel the end approaching. As he reached the vinegar strokes, he let out a quiet, low-pitched whine, a sort of suppressed moan. 
	“I – I'm so c-close, I'm g-gonna fuckin' c-come...” he panted, as his muscles began to tighten up. Letting out one of her distinctive giggles, Leigh egged him on.
	Yes! Don't hold back! she cooed, Come for me, big brother! Make a huge mess so I can see how much you like watching me! I'd only do this for you, so a show of appreciation would be nice... 

As her fictional giggles rang in his ears, Bryon's ears lowered towards his head, and he felt himself toppling over the edge, his sister's name on his lips. 
	“L-Leigh!” he squeaked, hunching forward as he came. Ecstasy exploded forth from his rigid dick to fill his entire body, and he pressed the swimsuit hard against his muzzle to stifle his cries and whimpers as a powerful climax ripped through him. His toes curled up on the ends of his twitching feet as his prick began to throb and spasm, pumping jets of hot, creamy  seed into the warm air of the bathroom again and again, the fictional Leigh letting out high-pitched noises of delight as she watched him ejaculating, whispering playful words of encouragement to her brother as he communed with his orgasm. All the while, he never stopped stroking himself, he never stopped breathing in the forbidden scent and those tantalizing pheromones, feeling dizzy from the sheer pleasure of it all as he emptied his balls onto the soft hotel towel. 

When his incredible release had ended, Bryon slumped back against the wall with a sigh, his muscles going limp. To his chagrin, his hand falling away had left Leigh's bikini bottoms draped over the end of his muzzle, which he was sure made him quite the sight. Snagging it away quickly, he carefully put them down next to himself to avoid the fresh, wet semen glistening on the towel and went back to leaning against the wall and breathing hard. As his dick slowly lowered, he couldn't help but grin self-consciously at a silly thought: Okay, I guess I am a panty-sniffer after all. He'd never experienced anything like that; he wouldn't have expected to shoot such a big load after rubbing one off the previous night, and yet... Looking down at the come slowly soaking into the fabric, the tod swallowed. Having two absolutely fantastic orgasms in a row from fantasizing about his sister did not feel like a coincidence, and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. 

Closing his eyes, the sweaty male reflected on the dream that had brought him to this point. It had been different from the other dreams he'd had about his sister, and he didn't know what that meant, if it meant anything. In all the other dreams, the incestuous behaviour with his sister had always either been something that was already happening when the dream began, in which case he would just go with it, or it would be something that was Leigh's idea. She would sit down in his lap out of nowhere and kiss him, or he'd walk into his bedroom and find her lying naked on his bed in that 'like one of your French girls' pose that was so popular, or she'd just whisper lewd things to him when they were alone until he was so hopelessly turned on that he'd agree to anything she wanted. This had been the first time he could remember where the taboo action had been definitively, one hundred percent instigated by him. 

He could still so vividly remember the way she'd shivered at his touch, the way she'd trembled in his arms, the way her reluctance had melted away in the face of his desire for her... It had been a matter of seconds since he'd had a powerful climax, but as he pondered the moment  where he'd slipped his hands into Leigh's bikini bottoms – the very bikini bottoms he'd just used to get off – in order to fondle her naked ass, Bryon felt his mostly flaccid penis give a slight throb, and drool some leftover come onto his balls. As he continued to catch his breath, he imagined Leigh sitting down next to him, kissing his cheek and scruffing her fingers across his furry chest as she whispered to him about how pleased she was with his 'performance'. There was something extremely nice about the idea of cuddling with his sister, something that felt different from the raw sexual desire he'd felt before, but without that haze of arousal in his mind, he felt a bit uncomfortable imagining he was sharing his afterglow with her, so he let the image slip away. Opening his eyes, Bryon stood up, stretched out his back, and self-consciously returned the swimsuit to the floor where Leigh had casually discarded it, next to the top that had been so easy to open in the dream. Then he retrieved his boxers and tossed the towel he'd spilled his seed onto in a corner where the vixen had evidently left one herself, in the hopes that housekeeping would take care of the problem for him. 

It was only when he turned to leave, his hand midway to the door, that the tired fennec froze in place, eyes widening slightly; the bathroom door was unlocked. In his haste to get his rocks off, Bryon had forgotten to lock it behind him. Naturally, he couldn't help but imagine worst case scenarios. In the heat of the moment, he'd been a little more vocal than he'd meant to be, and just the thought of Leigh investigating the noise and walking in on him – energetically jacking off, openly sniffing her swimsuit, and even saying her name as he came – was so distressing it made him whimper quietly out loud. 

Physically shaking his head as if it would help him push that scene out of his mind, Bryon turned out the lights and stepped out of the bathroom, slowly and carefully closing the door behind him. Then, he waited a moment to let his eyes adjust to the dark, listening carefully with his impressive ears as he did so. From that spot, he could clearly hear Leigh's deep, even breathing coming from her bed, and he felt a little better in that at least she hadn't heard him gasping her name in the throes of passion. He didn't have Inherited eyes with their impressive night vision capabilities, but after a short while he could at least see the vague outlines of things in the room, and knew he wasn't going to trip over something on the way back to bed and wake his sister up, so he slunk across the room, slipped back under the covers, and sighed with relief. It wasn't much longer before he fell back to sleep, and his dreams for the rest of the night were mercifully free of his sister's presence, carnal or otherwise. 

* * *

When next Bryon awoke, he sat up and the first thing he saw was a fully-dressed Leigh, humming quietly to herself as she lay on her bed. She was on her stomach, facing the headboard, propped up on her elbows as she toyed with her phone. As she scrolled through her social media feeds, she was rolling her hips back and forth, gently swaying in time with her humming. The way her tail floated about behind her like a sand-coloured, fluffy cloud seemed to just draw his attention further to the vixen's soft, pert rump, and disoriented by waking, Bryon found his gaze lingering. The tight shorts didn't help. Actually, they helped her ass a great deal, but the brother who was trying not to lust after her found them most problematic. He only actively realized what he was doing when he caught himself wondering if Leigh was into 'butt stuff', as he had long had a secret fascination with the idea of getting under a girl's tail. It was at exactly that moment, as he forced his eyes away from his sister's beautiful rear, that Leigh happened to look over her shoulder and saw him. 

The diminutive female smiled, setting her phone down.
	“Oh, hey, you're up!” she said, seemingly oblivious to her brother's previous leering, “Want to go get something to eat? We could go down to the dining hall, or have them bring something up, and you could eat whatever you want in bed.” This statement wouldn't have been half as stress-inducing for Bryon if not for the fact that while saying that last part, Leigh rolled over onto her back to face him, leaned back on her arms, and spread her legs in an almost inviting manner. The conflicted tod actually had to swallow a gasp. To Bryon's great shock, she was actually performing those motions in the real world instead of just his imagination. 
	“Uhh, I... um...” he stammered, blushing as unwanted visions of cunnilingus flashed through his mind. Leigh cocked her head to one side, still smiling innocently. 
	“Are you feeling okay, Bry?” she asked, gently, one ear twitching curiously, “You were in bed so long, I thought I might have to go in after you.” 

Suddenly imagining himself being awoken from a sound sleep by Leigh climbing into his bed with him was not, as it happened, a noticeable improvement over the previous mental images.  
	“Bryon? You're kinda freaking me out, your face is all red, are you feeling, uh, feverish or something?” Leigh said in a concerned tone that jolted him right out of those thoughts. 
	“S-sorry,” he said, looking down at his blankets and rubbing at the back of his neck, “it's just that, uh, I've only been awake for about a minute, and I haven't had any coffee yet...” The vixen shuffled in her seat, relaxing, and Bryon let out his breath as a long sigh through his nose. 
	“Yeah, okay, that makes sense,” she replied, sounding relieved, “How about you go get a shower, wake yourself up, and then we'll go get some complimentary coffee?” Swallowing, Bryon managed a smile.
	“C-cool, that sounds good...”

Once he'd made sure that his unexpected fantasies hadn't made a noticeable bulge in his boxers, Bryon scampered to the bathroom, forcing his gaze to stay on the door despite the paranoid feeling that Leigh was surely staring at him and reading his guilty mind. Once he stepped into the shower, he was able to shake off the lingering fog of having just woken up and get his head on straight. There was a little lingering uncertainty when he glanced down to the crumpled towel on the floor he'd ejaculated onto the previous night, and noted that Leigh's swimsuit had disappeared, but by the time he stepped out of the dryer booth, he felt ready to face the day. There was a moment of sheepishness as he had to go back to his suitcase clad only in a towel and retrieve the clothes he'd forgotten to bring with him in his haste, but it just felt like good old fashioned embarrassment, as Leigh pointedly faced away from him while he hurried back to the bathroom to get changed. Soon enough he was clean, groomed, and dressed, and with his sister at his side, he headed off to go get some breakfast and get their day started... and once again, the room became quiet and peaceful. 

As the siblings had had much of the day planned out, room 914 remained a calm and tranquil place for several hours, with the exception of a brief moment when the foxes returned to their room so Leigh could retrieve her phone, which had finished charging, before heading back out again. The day went by, the sounds of people frolicking on the beach and cars driving down the road came in through the glass balcony doors, and at one point a feral seagull landed on the edge of the balcony to just look down at the world below him and occasionally let out loud screeching caws for no obvious reason. But within the room itself, peace reigned. Around lunchtime, housekeeping made another appearance, tidying up the room, putting new mints on the pillows, and replacing the soiled towels with fresh ones. The kind-eyed human woman who saw to the bathroom didn't notice the dried semen on one of the towels, but she was wearing rubber gloves, and in this line of work, she'd seen worse before. Just the previous month there had been a certain convention held in the hotel... 

Once things were nice and respectable again, the cleaning ladies let themselves out, and the room became quiet and peaceful once more... but at just about that time, if one were standing on the balcony, one might be able to hear the distant sound of music echoing through the nearby alleyways. Eventually, the music passed, and the sounds of people enjoying themselves on a beautiful beach continued as if it had never been there. 

When it was close to sunset, the door finally unlocked and opened once more, and Leigh Medora stepped inside, sighing happily.
	“Ahhh, that was great, but it's nice to be back – well, not back home, but at least back here,” she said, “Hasn't it been lovely, Bry?” Following her into the room, her brother smiled softly. 
	“Well, you're certainly in a good mood,” he said, since her question felt mostly rhetorical. She turned back to face him as he stepped out of his sandals. 
	“I've been in a good mood ever since the cafe,” she admitted with a grin, “I didn't know what to expect, the posters didn't even say what genre the music was going to be, but ohhh, it was so romantic!” Leigh turned away from her sibling and moved over to her bed. 
	“Made me wish I had a boyfriend to snuggle with,” she added. The tod swallowed, his tail swishing back and forth but nervously hanging low, as if it were trying to sweep the floor. He'd been able to tell what Leigh wanted, after all. It was a little unforgettable, in fact. 

As it had turned out, it wasn't just the weasel and his acoustic guitar, he was the frontman in a small, unplugged band, and as they played what at least sounded like a number of passionate love ballads to Bryon's foreign ears, the music had had a noticeable effect on Leigh. She'd sighed dreamily, clasping her hands together in her lap, and after a song or two, she'd started leaning over towards Bryon, so slowly he still wasn't sure how aware of it she'd been. Eventually, when she was actually leaning against his side, the vixen had gently rested her head on her brother's shoulder, letting her long ruby locks cascade over his side as she vibed to the music. It had been simultaneously wonderful and torturous for the conflicted male, who thrilled at the feeling of the slender girl's warmth against his side, the feeling of her soft, delicate hair against the fur of his arm and shoulder (as he was wearing a sleeveless shirt today), and the smell of Leigh's natural scent tingeing each breath. It wasn't her private scent, the one he'd found intoxicating, but he'd found himself distantly wondering how he'd never noticed how good she smelled before. 

And yet, she was still his little sister, and it was still massively inappropriate for him to even think of her that way, much less for his pulse to quicken at her touch. He'd wanted so badly to take her hand the way she'd taken his on the beach, or to lay his hand on her thigh and see how she reacted, or better still, to turn the vixen to face him, brush the hair off the side of her face, and kiss her, the way several other couples at the cafe had been. It had been romantic, alright, that had been the problem! Feeling a blush coming on, Bryon changed the subject, trying not to be too obvious about it.
	“Bit of a shame the museum wasn't that much fun...” he said, pretending to be far more interested in his suitcase than he really was so he didn't have to look at Leigh, “I'm, uh, sorry about that.” 

	“Oh come on, it wasn't that bad,” the vixen insisted, “Some of the displays were, uh, kind of interesting, and I liked the old-timey weapons and stuff, and, ah... and I'm sure the tour guides and signs would have been very informative if they had been in English.” Bryon chuckled, shaking his head, and Leigh joined him with a giggle. 
	“Okay, it was kinda bad,” Leigh admitted, tittering in amusement.
	“I probably should have seen the language thing coming,” he said, lowering his ears self-effacingly, “My bad.” 
	“Pshaw,” Leigh said somewhat exaggeratedly, making a dismissive gesture, “It was an experience! Sure, maybe it wasn't the most educational trip I've ever taken, but it was kinda fun, in a weird way, you know? No way we ever forget that, and it's something we shared together, just the two of us!” Bryon was actually kind of impressed the way she'd turned that around into a sibling bonding thing, but after the last few days, he couldn't help but hear it like it had been a date.

As the tod continued to turn that around in his mind, he finished pretending to sort through the contents of his suitcase and looked up... to see Leigh, across the room, sliding her shorts down her shapely legs. Freezing on the spot, a shocked Bryon couldn't help but stare as her fluffy tail pulled free of the garment and flagged up high, giving him a picture-perfect view of his little sister's rump, clad in a pair of snow white panties that really flattered her soft curves. Knowing already that this image would stay with him the rest of his days, Bryon found his voice as Leigh stepped out of the shorts.
	“Wh-what the hell are you doing?!” he blurted out, climbing to his feet. Slowly standing up straight, her tail lowering again, Leigh started to look over her shoulder, and the embarrassed male belatedly spun around to face the wall. 
	“I'm getting ready for bed, what does it look like I'm doing?” she replied, as if it were no big deal. 

Frowning, even though he was rigidly facing away from her, Bryon crossed his arms. 
	“What happened to getting changed in the bathroom?” he asked, “You – you can't just drop your pants in front of me!” He wasn't quite sure how, but the tod could almost hear his sibling shrug. 
	“Come on, Bryon, it's late and I'm tired,” Leigh said, “It's not like my own brother is gonna be checking me out, right?” As a wave of warm, fresh guilt washed over Bryon, Leigh giggled innocently. 
	“I mean, I am pretty hot, but I feel like that's a bridge too far, right big brother?” Forcing his ears to stay upright, Bryon managed to make a noise that at least sounded like a laugh. 
	“R-right...” he said, “Uh, listen Leigh, about tomorrow...” He was planning to tell her that he wanted some time alone, to just veg out and do nothing, which he planned to use to... become less of a pervert through sheer force of will, maybe? He would work on that once he'd had a good sleep. But he didn't quite manage to get the words out before his sister caught him off-guard.

The tod would later be very proud of himself for managing not to yelp when Leigh hugged him from behind and gently wrapped her arms around his chest. As he felt her warmth against his back, he found himself acutely aware that the slender female was clad only in her panties from the waist down... and unable to stop picturing her cute butt from when she'd pointed it directly at him just earlier. Even as he wrestled with these fantasies, she hugged him rather tightly, complete with a Mmmmm sound, before relaxing her grip.  
	 “Thank you for a wonderful day,” she said, “I love you, big brother.” Before Bryon could compose himself enough to respond, Leigh leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. 

Stunned beyond mortal comprehension, Bryon shuddered from head to toe, but if she noticed it, the vixen didn't comment on it. It was then that something most unexpected happened. As he opened his mouth to reply, saying something he'd said many times before in his life, Bryon felt a strange alignment in his mind, and he was suddenly remembering every one of those taboo dreams that had been plaguing him in recent days. Not the fun, sexy, shameful parts, though, he was remembering the end of each of those dreams, when he'd always awoken as he tried to say something to Leigh, whether they were watching the sun set together or having wild, passionate sex. Almost the same message he was delivering now.
	“I... I love you too, little sister...” 

It was good that Leigh was hugging her brother from behind, for Bryon's expression became quite dire as the ramifications of the puzzle piece that had just clicked into place played out for him. Seemingly oblivious to this turmoil, Leigh sighed happily and let him go, walking over to her bed to get ready for slumber. 
	I love you. 
Each dream had ended with Bryon deciding that no matter what he was doing, it was more important to say those words to Leigh, to his own little sister. And as he stared off into the infinite distance, it was like a wall had suddenly toppled over on a movie set, revealing the truth behind the lie, which in this case... was a powerful warmth deep in his core that scared him more than the sexy dreams ever had. 
	“Oh, no...” he breathed, feeling dizzy and reaching out to lean on the wall as he first came to realize that he had fallen in love with a blood relative. 

Before he could begin to genuinely panic, though, Leigh called out to him again.
	“By the way,” she said, “What was it you were saying about tomorrow?” Swallowing, the tod slowly turned around to look at his sister. His heart and mind were full of a conflict and turmoil he'd never experienced before. He'd been so hard in denial over his feelings for Leigh that he hadn't even consciously been aware of them, his mind had always quickly steered him away. He hadn't even let himself use the terms  'lovemaking' or 'making love' when thinking about the incestuous dreams! But now, that turmoil had increased to such a degree that... it had just become white noise. Static. Easier to ignore than the vague feelings of doom he hadn't understood. And because of that, Bryon found that he could move past the panic, into a strange, almost unearthly calm. 
	“...Uhh, there's this restaurant attached to the resort,” he said, not sure where the words were coming from, “It's built into one of the pools, you have to swim up to this counter to order. Do you wanna have dinner with me there tomorrow?” Leigh's ear twitched as she touched the underside of her muzzle thoughtfully.
	“Hmm, I dunno,” she mused, “Had dinner here both nights so far, I was thinking about checking out one of the local places in town tomorrow.” 
	“They serve Italian,” Bryon added. Leigh's ears lifted up just a touch and she broke into a wide smile.
	“It's a date!” she replied, cheerily. 

Bryon smiled back, giving his tail a wag before he sat back down. A voice in the back of his mind began to criticize him.
	What are you doing?! It demanded, This is the opposite of spending time away from her!
	I know, he replied, calmly.
	And that poolside restaurant with the candlelight and the soft guitar, you're just trying to get her on a romantic date where you can see her in that bikini again!
	I know, Bryon agreed. 
	She's your little sister, you ass! You can't just sweep her off her feet and make her love you back just because of your deviant feelings, they don't make rom-coms about incest! 
	I know, he replied, a third time. 
	Then what in the hell do you think you're doing?!
	...I don't know. 

While Bryon was still distracted by his inner conflict, Leigh slipped under the covers of her bed. 
	“Hey, uh, aren't you gonna get ready for sleep?” she called. Blinking away his brooding thoughts, the tod looked over at his sibling somewhat blankly.
	“...Oh yeah, uh, right.” Standing up, he started to walk towards the bathroom, only to stop, as an idea occurred to him that made that reasonable voice in the back of his mind explode with frustration. 
	“Well, if you're comfortable with it, I guess I should be comfortable with it...” he said, managing to somehow sound casual as he slipped his hands under the hem of his T-shirt and peeled it up and off. He normally just grabbed the collar and pulled straight up, but he wanted it to look good, so he did it the way men always seemed to undress on TV. Across the room, Leigh giggled, but he forced himself not to look... imagining her leering intently at her stripping brother seemed okay, though. 

Holding his tail still and preventing the excited wag it so dearly wanted to express, Bryon unbuckled his belt and unfastened his shorts, before lowering them to the floor s-l-o-w-l-y, carefully. When they reached his knees, where he would usually just drop them unceremoniously to the floor and step out of them, he bent forward at the waist to return the 'favour' Leigh had unknowingly done him. He pictured the slender girl trembling with desire as she stared at his ass, biting her lip to keep from whimpering with need at – okay, maybe that was a bit much. But staring approvingly? Sure. Bryon had never been particularly impressed with his own rump, truth be told, but then he wasn't into guys, so he wasn't entirely sure what made a male butt sexy. So for all he knew, Leigh was blushing hard and trying not to freak out over having it pointed at her. 

When his shorts reached his ankles, Bryon unnecessarily slowly lifted one foot, then the other, and stepped out of them, before standing up straight and sighing contentedly. When he finally dared to look over his shoulder, he found that rather than being on the brink of self-pleasure, Leigh was leaning back against the headboard of her bed with her phone in one hand. Seeing his movement, she glanced over at him and smiled. 
	“Nice to see you feeling more relaxed, Bry,” she said, “You've seemed weirdly tense since we got here.” The vixen went back to scrolling on her phone – but not before her gaze dropped down to his tail region for just a second. 
	Oh my God, she really did check out my butt! he thought, heart suddenly pounding, Or, uh, at least she looked at it! While he was trying to work out if that even meant anything, he was hit by a sudden realization: stripping to his boxers in full view of his little sister had brought him to half-mast. 

Noticing the bulge in his underwear brought into stark reality the fact that he'd gotten aroused by taking his clothes off in front of his little sister, that he'd been hoping the entire time she was ogling him as he did so, and that he'd essentially asked her out on a date in order to see her in a sexy bikini again, as if he could woo her into forgetting that they were related. Those conflicted emotions from earlier came washing over him again, no longer so easy to ignore. It was like he was coming through the other side of the eye of a hurricane, and now he had to deal with the storm again. Carefully and somewhat awkwardly maneuvring himself to his bed while continually facing away from Leigh, the tod swallowed nervously and sighed, looking down again with dismay. 
	Must you betray me a third time, penis? 

The tod slipped under the covers to hide his shame until it passed, and the rest of the evening went about as expected. The two fennecs spent a lot of time on their phones, messaging friends and sharing photos, and, in Bryon's case at least, trying desperately not to think about the elephant in the room that only he could see. When they finally turned in and said their goodnights, the tod found it even harder to sleep than he had on their first night in the hotel. He just lay there in the dark, his open eyes staring off into the dark, as he abandoned his idea to not worry about his problem and just let it pass, since it had become rather abundantly clear that it wasn't going to. Bryon sighed. He'd been deeply embarrassed about those dreams, and once he actually touched himself to a fantasy of Leigh, he'd felt an irrational fear that she would somehow find out, but this... Wanting to hold a pretty girl in his arms was one thing, even if it would be rather ill-advised, but how could he be in love with his little sister? How could he feel his heart flutter when he heard Leigh laugh, how could he want to comfort her when she was upset, how could she have taken such an important place in his heart? To be honest, he'd kind of preferred the way it felt when he thought he was just a degenerate who wanted to fuck his own sister...

The part that bothered him the most wasn't even the way he felt. It was that after he'd realized he felt it, he'd suddenly changed his behaviour so much, asking her out and putting on that little show for her. He tried to tell himself that it wasn't anything Leigh herself hadn't done, but then Leigh hadn't been deliberately showing off for him. A part of Bryon was quietly worried that if he could so suddenly be overtaken by impulse based on these feelings, that he might find himself trying to act on them, to try and pull Leigh into something unspeakable. The very idea of his sister finding out, of how ashamed and disgusted she would be with him, made his chest ache. Lowering his ears and screwing his eyes shut, the tod whimpered. That was one mental image he most certainly did not enjoy. He was going to have to get proactive about this, to fight off any improper thoughts he had about Leigh – while he was awake, anyway – and he would have to start with changing their plans tomorrow to avoid the romantic pool restaurant. She would no doubt be disappointed, but it would surely pale in comparison to what would happen if she learned that he lusted after her...

As if on cue, Bryon's sensitive ears picked up a sound from across the room. Completely invisible in the dark, the vixen let out a long, drawn-out sigh that shuddered slightly towards the end. At first, the tired male thought nothing of this except that his sibling was clearly more comfortable than he was. And then Leigh started to pant quietly, her breath coming heavily enough that Bryon could hear it from across the room, if only just. It was when she moaned softly that the tod's eyes snapped open again in the dark. He swallowed, suddenly recognizing the other noises she'd been making. She wouldn't dare! She couldn't be that brave! Could she? All he knew was what he could hear, he couldn't see anything, so he couldn't be sure whether Leigh was just having a nice dream... or whether his little sister was masturbating across the room without so much as a curtain to separate them. 

Bryon reminded himself that he'd done the same thing a couple nights ago, but amazingly, that didn't help the tension he suddenly felt throughout his body. The vixen was still panting, and with his powerful fennec ears he thought he could faintly hear the sound of her sheets rustling, as if she were squirming in bed. Unbidden, the mental image of Leigh, one hand buried down her panties, the other underneath her shirt, fondling a pert young breast, came to Bryon's mind, and refused to be dismissed. When he inevitably felt his cock begin to stir in his boxers, he wasn't exactly surprised, but he wasn't happy about it, either. Still lying in the dark, his mind began working in overdrive, imagining himself sneaking over there to catch Leigh off-guard and offer her a hand, but he struggled to push this blatant porn scenario out of his mind, insisting to himself that she wasn't touching herself at all, that she was just having a vocal dream.
	“Ohhh...”
Okay, maybe it was a vocal sex dream, but that still didn't mean Leigh was a pervert like him! 

As his dick reached its full rigid pride, Bryon whimpered, shocked by the strength of his conflicted emotions, which seemed to be going in every direction at once. Leigh groaned again across the room, and the tod ached to grab his manhood, to give it a good stroke and get some release while imagining what his sister was up to. 
	No! he thought, desperately, I can't! I won't! Clenching his teeth, he fought off the urge to let out a canine whine. Things had been confusing enough lately without his cock getting in the way of figuring out what he was feeling! He placed his hands on either side of his head, unable to remember the last time he'd felt quite this overwhelmed. Where the hell had this week come from? Why was it Leigh of all people that his feelings were fixating on? And why, oh why, was it this week of all weeks that he suddenly fell in love with his little sister? Sure, they'd been spending a lot of time together, but it's not like she was trying to seduce him...
	“Ohhh, Bryon...”

With that, the tod sat bolt upright in bed, his ears flicking up and swivelling forward like satellite dishes. He could have sworn that... that Leigh just moaned his name in a distinctly sexy way! But as he sat there, straining to hear every possible sound his powerful fennec ears could pick up, the phenomenon didn't repeat itself... if it had ever happened at all. After two minutes and thirty-four seconds which seemed to drag on into eternity, Bryon sagged down with a sigh and lay back down. Maybe he was going crazy. Maybe he wanted so badly for these perverse feelings he'd been having for Leigh to not be something terrible, to justify them with the idea that she might reciprocate, that he'd imagined the sound in the first place. As if to punctuate that fear, Leigh sighed again across the room, but this one didn't sound especially erotic. Whimpering, having had just about enough of this weirdness for one night, the troubled male rolled over onto his stomach, pressing his face into his pillow as his ears whipped around towards his back. He then raised his hands and laid them atop the bases of his ears so he couldn't hear anything except the beating of his own perverted heart. 

Thusly protected from any more questionable noises his sister might make, Bryon forced himself to take deep breaths, calm down. He needed to figure out where these feelings had come from in the first place. After all, he hadn't just miraculously started having sexy dreams about the playful vixen after they arrived at the resort, they'd been troubling him for a few months now... Starting right around the time that...

Leigh had borrowed Old Yeller from the local library, taking a little too much enjoyment out of 'how '90s' it was to rent a physical copy of a movie. Their parents had been out of the house, meeting with friends for the night, and the siblings had watched the movie together, watching from opposite ends of the same couch. At the end of the 1957 classic, when the protagonist was forced to put down his rabid domestic, both of the foxes had taken it rather harder than they'd have expected, especially given that the movie was so old that the tragic ending was the only thing either of them had known about it. Bryon had been managing to hold it together, but Leigh had broken down into tears, even as she blushed self-consciously. Acting purely on instinct, the tod crawled across the couch and took his sister into his arms, holding her close and offering her a comforting embrace that she gladly accepted. Bryon himself had found that his own sadness was eased when Leigh gratefully hugged him back, and the siblings had held each other close and comforted each other until the credits finished... and then continued to afterwards, when they'd put on some considerably happier TV shows to cheer themselves up. Bryon remembered feeling warm and content cuddled up to Leigh, as the two of them churred soothingly to each other between commentary on the TV. During commercials, they would nuzzle against each other's cheeks, and at one point, Leigh even licked the side of his muzzle to smooth down some errant fur. It was, the tod realized, perhaps the most intimate he'd ever been with another person in his adult life, and they'd stayed there so long they fell asleep in each other's arms.

...And that was the night Bryon had the first dream, a comparatively tame affair about lying on Leigh's bed and kissing her in a distinctly unbrotherly way. 

In the present, Bryon whimpered again. How could he have missed it? Of course that was when he'd fallen in love with her, he'd only thought about that night about a million times since then! How did he not realize immediately that he suddenly felt differently about Leigh? He had a vivid memory of one point, when he caught a tear on his sister's cheek with the tip of a finger, then brushed some unruly red hair out of her eyes. He'd thought to himself as she grinned bashfully up at him, Wow, I never really noticed how pretty her smile was before. Even now, thinking about that night made him feel warm and wistful inside. The emotions had felt so natural as they grew within him, grew out of the affection that had already existed between them, that all he'd noticed was the lustful thoughts that certainly hadn't been there before. But knowing the how and the why didn't change anything; he still had these feelings for Leigh, and she would never return them, or understand them. The best possible way this could end was with Leigh falling in love with another guy without ever realizing Bryon's shameful secret, which would still leave the tod heartbroken. It was while worrying and fretting over this new source of stress in his life that Bryon finally, mercifully, nodded off. 

There was no one distinct scenario in Bryon's dreams that night, but rather a turbulent series of unrelated events flicking past with no rhyme or reason, except that they revolved around Leigh. First he was kissing his sister, then she was screaming at him angrily after finding out his feelings for her, then he was listening to her moaning his name in the night, then he was walking on the beach holding her hand, then he was making sweet, sweet love to her, and then they were back on that couch, and he was comforting her as she sniffled sadly. It felt about as confusing and inconsistent as his emotions had lately, and even though he got a full eight hours, he felt strangely exhausted by the time he woke up.

Finding himself laying flat on his back, arms stretched out to his side, and his entire body somewhat damp with sweat, Bryon sighed through his nose without moving. He felt like he needed a good night's sleep to recover from that good night's sleep. He supposed it wouldn't be long before he was meant to go off and have breakfast with Leigh, so he should probably get up. As he pushed himself up with his elbows, he decided that he was going to have to go with Plan A, and tell her he wanted to spend the day by himself. At the very least, putting some distance between them might make it easier to sort through his feelings without being distracted by the powerful, desperate desire to jump her bones. 

The tod had become aware of some gentle ambient music, and as he sat up, he looked around for its source, and found a small MP3 player in a speaker stand on the floor in the big open part of the room, between the beds and the balcony. More importantly, he also saw his little sister wearing a tank top and tight, elastic pants, performing a yoga pose so popular that even he knew the name: downward-facing dog. Leigh's body formed a triangle, with her hands and feet both pressed against the floor, and her rump lifted high into the air... and pointed directly at her brother. Bryon's eyes widened, and he froze, unable to look away. Now that he was more aware, he could distantly hear a quiet voice amongst the ambient music saying encouraging things about feeling energy moving through your body in a soothing tone, and even more distantly remembered Leigh talking with their mother about how she'd started doing yoga some mornings for... some health benefit, he was sure, it was kind of hard to remember a conversation he hadn't been directly listening to in the first place, especially while staring at the vixen's perfect ass, framed so beautifully as it was by those tight yoga pants. 

Tracing every detail with his eyes, hungrily drinking in the sight, Bryon swallowed, and felt his morning wood throb, hard. As she stretched out her muscles, Leigh's butt swayed back and forth slightly, and her tail was flagged up in the air, as if proudly announcing the location of Leigh Medora's soft rump to the world, drawing attention to it. He swallowed a whimper, almost nostalgically remembering how he'd thought that robe from the other day had blatantly outlined his sister's tush. Things seemed so much simpler then... As he was fantasizing about slipping out of bed and walking over there to squeeze and knead at the supple flesh (which of course Leigh would be totally on board with, in the daydream), the vixen relaxed, slipping out of the pose into a kneeling position on the floor. She casually glanced over her shoulder and smiled innocently at her sibling. 
	“Oh, good morning, big brother!” she said, cheerily, “I hope I didn't wake you.” 

Somehow managing not to blush (but still having trouble getting his ears to stand up), Bryon chuckled nervously and shook his head, surreptitiously glancing down to check that the blanket didn't have a bulge in it from his erection, which if anything felt even harder than usual, perhaps because he'd denied it the previous night. 
	“Naaah, it's fine, I slept right through that,” he said, “Uhh, let me get a shower, and then we can go get some breakfast, 'kay?” As he was trying to figure out how he was going to hide such a powerful boner on the dash to the bathroom, Leigh reached over to turn off her music and jumped to her feet.
	“Oh! Can I get a shower first?” she said, “Worked up a bit of a sweat, don't want to feel gross all day.” She was already gathering her bathrobe from the suitcase, but a weirdly relieved Bryon rubbed at the back of his neck. 
	“Ah, s-sure, that's just fine,” he said, “Go ahead.” 
	“Thanks!” she said, padding barefoot across the room and hurrying into the bathroom. As her butt disappeared around the corner, Bryon gave one last shiver of taboo delight. 

When the water started running, the tod sighed and slipped out of bed, walking over to the room's delightfully undersized fridge. The siblings had totally ignored it thus far, being old enough to know that the snacks and miniature alcoholic beverages inside would be massively overpriced, but now he reached into the tiny freezer and retrieved an ice cube. 
	“This is gonna suuuuuuck...” he muttered, pre-emptively cringing as he pulled the waistband of his boxers out. Reaching into his underwear and pressing the ice cube against his hard prick, Bryon let out a most un-manly yelp that would have made his notoriously screamy feral ancestors proud. Clenching his teeth, he ran the ice all over his cock until it surrendered to the profoundly unsexy experience and went soft. 

Once his penis was behaving, Bryon spent the time while Leigh was in the shower trying to calm his nerves with deep, slow breaths, which admittedly wasn't much helped by the vivid memory of his sister's ass in yoga pants, or when Leigh finished her shower and stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but her robe, which hung open juuuuust enough to offer him a glimpse of her cleavage... well, what little she had anyway. In keeping with her diminutive build, the vixen wasn't exactly what one would call 'busty'. Just Bryon's luck that he happened to like his girls on the slim side. As she ran a comb through her long, red locks, Leigh smiled affectionately at him and gestured to the steaming doorway behind her. 
	“All yours, Bry, thanks for waiting!” she said, politely, “Don't come out too soon, cause I'm gonna get changed, okay?” Immediately picturing her naked, and finding that it had become such a persistent problem that he didn't even blush this time, Bryon nodded. 
	“S-sure thing, sis...” 

Gathering his own clothes, the troubled male headed into the bathroom, locked the door, and immediately discovered that once again, his sister had just left her outfit behind. The yoga pants weren't a tenth as sexy as they had been while clinging to her body, but sitting atop them was a pair of Leigh's panties.
	“Oh, for God's sake...” Bryon sighed, quietly, “It's like she's doing it on purpose!” What really baffled him was that Leigh didn't do that at home, and was actually rather fastidious about keeping her dirty laundry in a bin in her room. He supposed she was letting that slide because she was on vacation, or something. Who knew how the mind of a teenaged girl really worked, anyway, better minds than his had tried and failed to understand...

Discarding his boxers, standing around in the bathroom in the altogether, Bryon hesitated, lingering before turning on the shower... staring at the discarded underwear. They were white, with pastel blue stripes and a cute little ribbon on the front. Biting his lip, the fox found himself slowly kneeling down, reaching out for the forbidden garment, his ears smoothly swivelling around behind him as his fingers drew closer and closer to the panties.
	I don't have to have a wank just because I'm turned on... He told himself. I'll just have oooone quick sniff, and then I'll get in the shower and get on with my day... When his fingertips were only centimetres away from the taboo fabric, Bryon froze on the spot. 
	...Wait, is this better or worse now that I know I have feelings for her? 

That thought threatened to bring back all those confusing emotions in one big flood, so the tod hurriedly stood up and hopped into the shower, trying to think about absolutely anything other than the fact that his sister was undressed in the next room over. Ant-eaters. He'd think about ant-eaters, and wonder how the hell they kissed. That would do. Weirdly enough, that did help him get through the shower without any further issues, and then the subsequent trip through the dryer booth. He found that as he got dressed in the bathroom, his gaze did keep wandering back to Leigh's clothes, but he was only mortal, after all. 

After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, Bryon knocked on the door from the inside (which felt strange), and then stepped out of the bathroom when there was no call of protest. He found Leigh on the balcony, looking down over the beach, her tail wagging slightly. When she looked over her shoulder at him, she smiled delightedly. 
	“Ah, there you are!” the slender fennec called, walking over towards him, “How do I look?” She was wearing a yellow sundress he'd never seen before, spotted with a pattern of little flowers, and as she crossed the floor, she raised her hands over her head and did a little twirl, causing the hem to lift a little and swirl out adorably. It had the same effect on Leigh's hair, which just made her look even more beautiful in her brother's eyes. 
	“You look great, Leigh!” he said, honestly, “Is that dress new?”
	“Mmm-hmm, picked it up specially for this trip,” she confirmed, “I wanted to wait until I knew the weather was gonna be great, save it for the right day.” The tod chuckled self-consciously.
	“If I'd known you were gonna pull that thing out, I would have worn something nice,” he lied, as he hadn't brought anything particularly fancy on the trip. She giggled and gave a dismissive wave.
	“Oh, you look fine, big brother, you always look fine,” she assured him, as she put on a matching wide-brimmed hat, “Come on, let's go get some breakfast!” That sounded like a good plan to Bryon, who pulled his sandals on. He'd find a way to tell her that he wanted to spend the day by himself, maybe she could read on the beach and show off her nice new dress or something. As he followed her out the door, he took another deep breath. Things were going to be okay, he told himself, as long as she didn't somehow figure out the way he felt about her...

And so, the siblings stepped out once more, and once more, room 914 became quiet and peaceful... but this time, the serenity didn't last long, only about fifteen minutes or so, before a keycard tripped the lock, and Leigh Medora hurried into the room, throwing her hat in the direction of her bed without looking. She looked deeply upset, and the tense expression on her face suggested she was trying not to cry. 
	“Oh my God...” she whispered aloud, raising her hands to her muzzle as she paced back and forth, “Oh Jesus, d-did that really happen? I c-can't believe he...” Closing her eyes and shaking her head, the vixen whimpered as she reached up and grabbed hold of her sizable ears, giving them a nice tug in her stress.
	“God dammit, Bryon, how did you...” Trailing off again, looking even more upset, she let out a drawn-out whine that ended in something approximating a yelp. She'd barely had any time to stew over her issues before there came a knock at the door, and the small female jumped, startled. 
	“Leigh?” the voice of Bryon called through the door, “Are you okay? Can we, uh, can we talk about this?” Leigh whimpered quietly, toying anxiously with the hem of her dress. 
	“Come on, sis,” the tod gently pleaded, “Just let me in... please?” Closing her eyes, Leigh sighed in resignation, then walked over to the door and reluctantly opened it. 

Bryon stepped inside gratefully, but his ears were straight down. 
	“I'm sorry, I – I just got caught off-guard,” he said, rubbing at the back of his neck, “I didn't expect you to, uh...” He hesitated, struggling to find a gentle way to put it.
	“To flip out like that?” Leigh suggested softly.
	“That's one way to put it,” her brother replied diplomatically. Leigh turned and went and sat on her bed, facing away from him. 
	“I just...” She trailed off, then tried again. “I didn't know that I... I wasn't expecting that you...” 
Bryon swallowed and finished the sentence for her as he carefully approached. 
	“...That I knew any of the local language.” Leigh sighed audibly at his words and nodded.
	“Mmm-hmm... How much do you know, anyway?” Bryon chuckled nervously as he sat down next to her.
	“Well, um, not much...” he admitted. Despite himself, he blushed. “I, uh... may have indulged in the idea of asking some local hunnies if I could be their boyfriend for a day.” Caught off-guard, Leigh snickered, briefly smiling even as she continued to avoid her sibling's eyes. 
	“So you know the word for 'boyfriend', perfect.” After a moment, she dared to look in his general direction.
	“And don't say 'hunnies', it's weird.” 
	“You're weird,” Bryon replied instantly. For just a moment, the air between them almost felt normal again. Almost. 

Clearing his throat, the anxious male tried again.
	“So, uh, you gonna make me ask, or...?” Leigh whimpered, curling up a little bit into herself. 
	“Ohh... I just t-told the waitress that you were my boyfriend, that's all,” she said, tapping her forefingers together. “It was like, 'My boyfriend and I are having a great time, thank you,' okay?” Nodding, Bryon looked down at his own be-sandaled feet. 
	“Mmm... Okay, follow-up question: why did you do that?” Letting out a vulpine chitter, sounding decidedly stressed, Leigh shook her head slightly.
	“God, please d-don't make me say it, Bry!” 
	“Say what?” Bryon replied, “Leigh, what's going on?” He was doing a great job, so far, of ignoring the voice in the back of his mind that was insistently suggesting that she'd done it because – 
	“Dammit, big brother!” the vixen cried out, finally turning to look at him, tears building in the corners of her eyes, “I did it because... because I wish you were my boyfriend, okay? I – I have feelings for you!” 

Her courage evidently waning, Leigh began to study Bryon's shirt, whimpering quietly. For his part, Bryon's head was swimming. Even the voice in the back of his mind had been stunned into silence. His mind raced, trying to make sense of this information.
	“...Since when?” he managed to say. That was evidently not the right thing to say, as Leigh responded by looking up with alarm in her eyes. 
	“Wait! P-please don't – I c-couldn't help it, I didn't m-mean to!” she stammered, before breaking down into sobs, the last coherent words out of her mouth being “Please don't h-hate me!” Turning away from her brother, the vixen buried her face in her hands and began to cry. 
	“Oh... oh, Leigh...” Bryon whispered, seeing how upset she was. He hesitated for a moment, worried he might be making it worse, but she was his little sister, and she needed him, dammit! He shuffled closer on the bed, reaching out to put his arms around her, and she tensed up for a moment, then practically melted against him, hugging him tight with both arms and pressing her face against his chest as she cried. 

For the first time in several days, Bryon's mind was clear. There was one and only one thing he needed to think about right now, and that was comforting Leigh, who had become so much more important to him than he'd even realized. Holding her tight, he felt the other fennec trembling in his arms, and he moved one hand up to gently rub her back. 
	“It's okay, sis, I don't hate you, I could never hate you,” he whispered, “It's alright, it's all gonna be okay...” He just kept it up for a while, as long as she needed him. Eventually, her heaving sobs quieted down and disappeared, and Leigh managed to compose herself. Slowly leaning back, looking up at him with embarrassment and gratitude in equal measure in her teary eyes, Leigh frowned slightly. 
	“Um... th-thank you...” she whispered, sniffling, “I can't b-believe you're not angry at me...” Bryon stopped rubbing her back, but neither of them made an effort to break off the embrace. 

	“Leigh... are you really... do you really have feelings for me?” he asked, as gently as he could. The slender girl whimpered, tilting her head back down, and he felt her muscles tense against him.
	“Y-yes...” she breathed, “I can't help it, Bryon, I just do... I think I'm in love with you.” Closing her eyes, she shuddered in his arms and whispered “I'm sorry.” Reaching up with one hand, he brushed a tear away from her delicate cheek. 
	“Don't be sorry, Leigh,” he murmured, “I'm gonna be honest with you. This makes things a lot easier for me.” That certainly got her attention. Leigh looked up at him, her eyes asking the unspoken question, and Bryon smiled ever so slightly. Time to man up or give up.
	“I... I love you too, little sister,” he said, his heart pounding in his chest, “I think I have since the night we watched Old Yeller.”

The vixen's eyes grew as big as saucers and she stared at her brother for a long, silent moment, stunned, uncomprehending, before she finally blinked and jarred herself out of it.
	“...What?!” she asked, looking at him as if she'd only just noticed he had a fish balanced on top of his head. “You... you... No, y-you're messing with me!” Bryon almost laughed at the idea that not only had he told her the truth, he was about to defend it. 
	“Heh, I wish...” he muttered, unable to keep a tiny grin off his face, “Honestly, I've been fighting it ever since we got here, went from being oblivious to being in denial... But I can't deny it any longer.” 

He reached over and after a moment's hesitation, he took one of her hands in his own and held it gently. 
	“I was gonna flirt with foreign girls because I thought I might be less nervous if I knew it was just a trip and then I'd never see them again,” he said, “But ever since I got here, the only girl I've been looking at is – is you, Leigh. I've been dreaming about you.” Swallowing, Leigh nodded. 
	“M-me too! I mean, I've been dreaming about you, too!” She looked down at her lap. “It started months ago. I told myself at first that they were just dreams, that they didn't mean anything, that they just kept happening because I kept thinking about them...” Bryon gave her hand a squeeze.
	“God, that is exactly what happened to me. I tried to convince myself that, um, what happened in them was just a metaphor,” he said, “for like, wanting a closer relationship with you.” Looking up at him, Leigh tilted her head to one side. 
	“Why? What happened in your dreams, Bryon?” she asked, the very picture of innocence. Suddenly feeling like a pervert again, Bryon blushed.
	“Uhh... I – I...” he stammered eloquently. Leigh giggled, winking at him playfully. 
	“Relax. Mine were sexy too,” she admitted, “And nothing worked to make them stop.”

Letting out a deep breath, Leigh casually kicked off her flip-flops, letting her bare feet dangle off the side of the bed. 
	“So a couple of months ago, I... I stopped trying to fight it,” the vixen said, “I just accepted that I was attracted to you, and from there, I eventually realized that it was more than that, more than just a fantasy. If I felt lonely, my first thought would be of that night we watched Old Yeller and how happy I felt in your arms. If I got scared – you remember that night there was the big power outage? You were across town, but even though you weren't home, when the power cut out, and suddenly I was in the basement in the dark, I sort of... yelped out your name, like my first instinct was hoping you'd come to save me.” Bryon smiled.
	“I would have, if I'd been home.” The smile she gave him sent a shiver of joy down his back, all the way to the end of his tail. 

The tod lowered his ears respectfully.
	“I'm sorry to say I was a bit more stubborn,” he admitted, “For months I stuck to the 'dreams don't mean anything' line, I, uh, only realized how much I really care for you yesterday, when you hugged me before bed and said the words.” 
	“The words?” she asked, curiously.
	“Oh, you know...” he replied just a little self-consciously, running his thumb over the back of her hand and lowering his voice, “'I love you, big brother'. Kinda made things click.” 

It was as if they'd been so shocked by their mutual confessions that they'd forgotten the real significance of them, and now, both fennecs shivered in silent glee, grinning at each other. 
	“God, I feel like... like I've been carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders for months, and suddenly it's gone,” Bryon said, sighing in relief. 
	“Was it really that bad?” Leigh asked, cocking her head to the side, one ear twitching. 
	“Oh, you have no idea,” the tod laughed, his tail flicking about behind him, “Here you are, the sweetest girl I've ever met, and here I am, lusting after my little sister like – like a bad guy from Game of Thrones. I never felt so guilty before in my life.” 
	“Cersei was Jaime's older sister, actually,” Leigh corrected him. 
	“Not the point,” he continued, in a sing-song voice that made her giggle. 

Listening to her laugh made the tod's heart swell with warmth, and he couldn't help but smile.
	“I've been making myself crazy ever since we got here... I don't know if I felt more guilty about it before or after I realized I had feelings for you and it wasn't just, you know, that I wanted to bone you...” he said, keeping a straight face as she snickered at his flippant tone. 	“You know, Leigh, the night we arrived here was, uhh... Actually, n-never mind...” Leigh sat up straight and bapped him on the thigh. 
	“Don't just say that and not finish it!” Leigh protested, “C'mon, what happened?” Her tail was wagging, which filled Bryon with joy, after seeing her crying so bitterly just earlier. Blushing, he laughed self-consciously.
	“Okay, okay, the night we got here was... the first time I ever, um, touched myself while thinking about you,” he confessed, “Oh man, I thought I knew what guilt was when I was just dreaming about you and I could blame it on my subconscious...” 

Leigh snickered again, bringing one hand demurely to her mouth. 
	“Really? That's kind of awesome.” After a heartbeat, she added, “...Was it any good?”
	“Oh, it was amazing,” he confirmed, “I came so hard, I was afraid I was gonna wake you up!” The vixen laughed in delight, bobbing on the bed slightly as her body shook with mirth... and then she shuffled a little closer to her brother's side. Brushing her bangs out of her eyes, Leigh nodded across the room, towards Bryon's bed. 
	“So you really just did it right there, with me across the room?” she asked, smiling, “No wonder you felt guilty... Did I really get you that worked up?” 

He sighed and shook his head, his smile widening slightly. “No, it was because of a dream I had, I woke up and couldn't stop thinking about you, I needed to get off so badly... but you were making me crazy, I gotta admit it.” Lowering his ears a little, he gave her a bashful look.
	“You're so beautiful, Leigh. I've wanted to tell you that since we got here...” He averted his gaze self-consciously as she made a high-pitched noise of delight. Snickering, he gazed down at his feet. “God, you really didn't make the whole 'denial' thing easy for me...” To his surprise, Leigh blushed. 
	“Well... umm...” she started, reaching up to rub at the back of her neck in a surprisingly Bryonesque moment, “That might be because...” She giggled, and her whole body relaxed, as if she'd been trying to keep a straight face and suddenly failed. 
	“I have to admit it,” she said, lowering her ears bashfully, “I've sort of been... trying to seduce you ever since we got here.” 

It was Bryon's turn to look at his sibling with a baffled expression on his face. 
	“...Y-you mean all that was... that was intentional?” he asked, dumbfounded. The vixen nodded, her cheeks still quite red. 
	“I gave up fighting my feelings months ago, and I'd been hiding it from you all this time, thought I would never be able to stop, but then I found out that we were gonna have to share a room on this trip,” she said, “And I figured, beautiful surroundings, relaxed atmosphere, just the two of us in a private room... if it was ever gonna happen, this would be the place. So I thought I'd give it a shot.” 

Leigh shook her head, incredulously.
	“To be honest, I didn't even think it would work, I thought at best you'd just get weirded out.” But her brother was only half-listening by this point; he was running the last few days through his mind again with this critical new information in mind. 
	“Oh my God...” he murmured, “It all makes sense now! All the innuendo... the waffle breakfast... the bikini! I can't believe I didn't realize with the bikini!” Giggling once more, Leigh nodded, as she began to idly swing her legs back and forth and let her feet bump into the side of the bed. 
	“Mmm-hmm. I didn't lie, I went out and got that specifically for this trip... but it's a bit more accurate to say that I got it 'cause... I wanted to look sexy for you.” 

Laughing, the amazed male raised a hand to his forehead. 
	“Jesus, it seems so obvious now... the date to live romantic music... walking on the beach together... You keep leaving your clothes in the bathroom on purpose, don't you? My God, woman, you're diabolical!” As he tried to think of more details that must have been part of her plan, Leigh glanced in the direction of the bathroom... and frowned. When she looked back at him, one of her ears swivelled in the direction of the bathroom, as if listening for clues, while the other one twitched curiously.
	“...Wait, what was that about my clothes?” she asked, letting go of his hand and turning to face him more directly, “I've been leaving them in the bathroom because I'm on vacation, Bry, what does that have to do with anything?” 

Bryon froze on the spot, his eyes widening. 
	Oh no. 
He realized too late that he should have kept his mouth shut, as now he was going to have to explain his... more questionable nocturnal activities. As his cheeks lit up and his ears flipped down, the fennec swallowed. 
	“W-well, um... you see...” he stammered. Cocking her head to one side, Leigh regarded him carefully.
	“What have you been up to?” she asked, suspiciously. Groaning, Bryon facepalmed, hiding his eyes.
	“Okay, okay! Uhh, a couple nights ago, I woke up super horny again, and I, ah, didn't want to beat off in my bed again because I was, you know, nervous, so I went into the bathroom...” he started, nervously, “But when I got in there, your, umm, your bikini was there on the floor, and I...” 
	“Bryon...” Leigh said, in a warning tone. The tod swallowed a whimper; he'd become so much of a pervert that he was about to lose Leigh even though she'd wanted him back!
	“Oh God...” he continued, afraid his cheek fur was going to singe off from how hot his face felt, “I... I s-sniffed your bikini bottoms while I was touching myself! There! I said it! You can hate me now!” 

This time Bryon was unable to keep from whimpering, feeling more intensely ashamed than he had been right after actually doing it. Leigh didn't say anything for about five thousand years or about ten seconds, it was hard for Bryon to say which, so he reluctantly peeked out from behind his hand. He found his sister blushing just as hard as him, with a curious look on her face. She had one hand up, with a single digit extended, pointing up and forward as if she were about to launch into a tirade of the sort that often begin with the words 'Okay, first of all...' However, despite her glaring eyes, her lips were so tightly pressed together that they'd become oddly pale. 
	“Ummm...” Bryon mumbled, trying and failing to actually say something. The vixen made an exasperated sound somewhere between a growl and a groan, and she let her hand drop as she finally spoke up. 
	“I'm trying really hard to be mad at you, but somehow that's... really hot,” she said, not sounding happy about it, “Dammit, Bry, I didn't ask for a new fetish!” She gestured rapidly between them. “Isn't this kinky enough already?!” 

Slouching down on the bed, she let out a huff and pouted, while Bryon blinked at the unexpected reaction. 
	“Well, how do you think I felt when I found out I'm a panty-sniffer?” he muttered, still confused, “So wait, this... isn't a dealbreaker for you?” Sighing exaggeratedly, Leigh sullenly looked over at him and shook her head.
	“No, no it isn't...” she said, “I'm just embarrassed that this is how I find out I'm into something...” A moment of silence followed, and then Bryon smiled, his ears slowly beginning to lift up again.
	“You know, I thought about doing it again this morning, when you left your panties in the bathroom after working out,” he said, candidly. The slender female shivered, and then groaned again.
	“God, that isn't supposed to turn me onnnn!” she whined in protest, subtly rubbing her thighs together. 
	“I mean, I came super hard the first time I did it,” he continued, as casual as you like, “and I wasn't even thinking about you touching me or anything, you were just, like, showing off  while I –”
	“Bryon!” Despite herself, Leigh began to laugh, shaking her head and relaxing as she did. Acting impulsively, the tod leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, and she smiled again and gave him a considerably happier look. 

A couple of heartbeats followed, and then Bryon belatedly remembered something that had given him significant grief.
	“Hey, uhh, Leigh?” he started, “I wanted to ask about, um, last night...” 
	“What about it?” the vixen asked, before narrowing her eyes suspiciously. “Wait, this isn't you confessing to another weird thing, is it?”
	“No, no, no, that's not it at all,” he replied, hastily, as he shook his hands in the universal gesture of denial, “Actually, it was about you.” As she regarded him curiously, he took a deep breath before continuing.
	“When I was trying to fall asleep, I, um, I heard you making noises... were you... um... touching yourself last night?” Leigh blinked, her eyes widening in surprise as she smiled and giggled. 
	“Oh!” she said, raising one hand to her mouth. “I... almost forgot about that.” 

	“Forgot about what?” Bryon asked, finding himself slightly impatient for an answer. 
	“It was part of my plan to, um, seduce you...” the slender female explained, “I wanted to get you all worked up, I was hoping you were listening.” That still didn't cover the detail that had driven the tod mad, and he self-consciously pushed for more detail.
	“So, uh, I definitely heard you moaning and stuff,” he said, carefully, “But did, ah, did you... say my name at one point? Or was I just totally obsessed with you and going crazy?” There, he'd asked, even if it was embarrassing. Now the ball was in her court. Unfortunately for Bryon, after considering the question, Leigh gave him a playful smile and just said “Yes.” As he pouted from the realization that he wasn't going to get a straight answer, Leigh brushed her hair back from her face.
	“S-so yeah, I was just making noises and stuff, I wasn't really masturbating...” she said. Leigh's ears stayed pointing up, she kept a straight face, and she maintained eye contact as she explained this... but she couldn't stop her cheeks from blushing. 
	“Are you suuuure?” the tod teased, grinning. Plainly seeing she was busted, Leigh smiled sheepishly and averted her gaze.
	“W-well, maybe I rubbed myself a little...” she confessed, “I got kinda turned on by the idea of what I was doing... and imagining you playing with yourself across the room and trying not to make a sound... B-but I didn't come! I was too embarrassed by the idea of actually finishing myself off with – with you right there. I didn't even really think you were actually awake...” 

Bryon shivered from head to toe at his little sister's plain, open words, swallowing a whimper of desire, but she was studying her feet and didn't notice. 
	“So... I don't remember you spending a lot of time in the bathroom since we got here,” he observed, “Have you, you know, gotten off at all?” Covering her beet red face, Leigh shook her head. 
	“N-no,” she admitted, “not since we got here...” The playful male smiled eagerly, imagining his sibling being very needy by now... imagining himself helping to sate that need. Reaching over, he took her hand in his again, and when she looked up, he smiled at her and gave her hand a squeeze. With a relieved grin – he suspected because he wasn't teasing her about it – Leigh smiled back and gave him a squeeze of his own.

A silence fell over the pair, and Bryon became extremely aware of the feeling of Leigh's hand in his own.  He marvelled at how soft her skin felt against his comparatively rougher, more calloused hands, and silently hoped his palms weren't sweating. 
	“...Bryon?” Leigh said, quietly, “I was hoping... if you were up for it... that we might, um... try some things.” Her tone was delicate, her words vague, but her blush filled in every blank she'd left, to the point where the tod felt his penis give a throb of approval inside his jean shorts. 
	“But you were talking about how guilty you felt, before...” she continued, carefully, “So if you're not up to it, or you'd like to wait, or whatever...” She trailed off, and her ears twitched as if only force of will was holding them upright. Bryon tilted his head back as if gazing up to the heavens and not at a stucco ceiling, and closed his eyes reflectively. 
	“I've been thinking about that, actually...” he said. He took a deep breath and gathered his courage before pressing on, his heart pounding in his chest. 
	“I've spent this whole time since I started dreaming about you thinking that you'd scream at me, hate me, never talk to me again, if you ever found out what was going on in my head,” he said, “I would get angry at myself, call myself a degenerate or a pervert, but looking back, I don't think I ever really felt bad about it because I thought it was wrong, or that other people might not like it. I was just worried that feeling that way would make me lose you.”

The vixen's lip wobbled as she raised a hand to her mouth and shivered. 
	“Oh, wow...” she breathed, in a slightly unsteady voice, “That's... that's the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me.” For a moment, Bryon thought she was about to happy-cry, but she seemed to make an effort to get a hold of herself, and after a moment she smiled at him.
	“I think this makes up for not realizing you loved me for months after I did,” she said, gently. Bryon blushed. 
	“You could t-tell? That that bothered me, I mean,” he replied. Leigh giggled and squeezed his hand, her tail beginning to float back and forth like an amused cat's. 
	“What can I say? I know you, big – uh, guy.” That seemed a little odd to Bryon, but he let it pass, because Leigh was shuffling over on the bed towards him with an embarrassed smile on her face. 
	“So you're sure you want to, you know... fool around?” she asked, “Even though we're...?” Turning towards her, Bryon reached up and touched his fingertips to her cheek, gently caressing her face in an affectionate, if slightly clumsy manner. 
	“Yeah, I'm sure,” he replied, grinning, “After all, we're two consenting adults, aren't we? If we both want this, I don't see anything wrong with it.” The diminutive female giggled with delight. 
	“Great!” she said, and Leigh let go of his hand and climbed up on the mattress, throwing one leg over her brother and sitting down in his lap. 

Bryon's ears shot straight up in surprise, and he leaned back as Leigh made herself comfortable. She was a slight thing, even compared to his own not-exactly-massive frame, but his heart began to pound like a jackhammer as he became intensely aware of the warmth of her soft, supple body resting atop his own. Grinning at him like a Cheshire cat, Leigh reached up and rested her arms on her brother's shoulders, lacing her fingers together behind his neck.
	“I was about to ask if you were ready, make sure you wanted this too,” Bryon said, flatly, “But I'll take that as a yes.” She laughed excitedly, her tail flicking back and forth behind her.  
	“Are you kidding? I have wanted this for so long...” the vixen murmured, “So yes, absolutely yes!” A heartbeat passed, and then she winked at her brother, adding “By the way, bonus points for insisting on consent, that's very '21st century' of you.” Smirking, as her enthusiasm was contagious, Bryon lifted his arms and placed them on Leigh's hips. 
	“So how do you wanna get started?” he asked, playfully, “I normally hate this joke, but I'm all ears.” Leigh visibly tried not to laugh, failed, and bopped him on the shoulder before returning her hand to its previous position. Ignoring the terrible fennec pun, she began to lean in closer. 
	“How about it starts out with a kiss, like the song says?” she suggested. Bryon wasn't overly fond of 'Mr. Brightside', but he wasn't about to let that get in the way of making out with his incredible sister, so he just leaned in to meet her lips with his own. 

When their lips made contact for the first time, Leigh whimpered quietly, shivering in her sibling's lap, and Bryon felt a shudder run down his own spine, all the way to the end of his tail. After making the first move and crossing that line, the vixen seemed to hesitate, so Bryon took it upon himself to take the second step, slipping his tongue out into Leigh's mouth. She made a slightly muffled eep noise and momentarily tensed up, but quickly relaxed, eagerly kissing him back. It was Bryon's first kiss, and while he wasn't sure if it was his sister's as well or not, she didn't seem to be doing anything in particular that he wasn't doing, so the nervous male just kept rubbing his tongue against hers, letting them wiggle and coil against and around each other, his pulse racing as he shared this experience with Leigh. At least he finally understood why people were so fixated on kissing...

The tod sighed contentedly as the taboo smooch continued, and when he let his hands start to wander Leigh's back, curiously exploring the contours of the young fennec's body, he felt as much as heard her moan into the kiss. It was shortly after that that they broke it off, and to Bryon's chagrin, a strand of saliva momentarily bridged the gap between their mouths. It quickly fell away, but Leigh didn't even seem to have noticed, as she appeared to be somewhat dazed.
	“...Wow,” she whispered, which made Bryon feel like the king of the world. 
	“I think that's a nice response,” he said, grinning delightedly as his fluffy tail wagged behind him. 
	“I think you're right,” she giggled, blushing fetchingly as she squirmed a little atop him, much to his appreciation. “So, feeling guilty?” Bryon frowned and looked away from her gentle face to actually ponder the question instead of just immediately saying what he wanted the answer to be.
	“...No, no I am not,” he said after a moment, feeling relieved, “That felt... right. You, uh, you wanna do it again?” He grinned self-consciously, hoping he didn't seem too eager. Whether he did or not, Leigh seemed to find him charming, as she responded by suddenly lunging forward, pushing them both down to the mattress, and capturing his lips with her own. 

This time, there was a distinct hunger in their kiss, and the tentativeness from earlier seemed to be fading away. Bryon was deliriously happy, scarcely able to believe that his little sister was lying on top of him, kissing him. No, kissing him back! Leigh didn't need to support herself atop him; she weighed a lot less than he did, and could rest her full weight on him without issue. So, she reached up and slipped her hands into his hair, combing it with her fingers, tousling it playfully, and scratching the eager male behind the ears. This time, it was Bryon who moaned into the kiss, and he was a little surprised to find that he wasn't embarrassed by that. He distantly decided it probably had a lot to do with the whole 'deliriously happy' thing. 

As their tongues continued their wet, sensual dance, as Leigh's soft, plump lips rubbed and kneaded against his own, Bryon reached up and put his hands back on his sibling's back, enjoying how soft her pelt felt, even though the material of her dress. A part of him wished that she had worn a shirt and skirt again today, so that he could slip his hands under the shirt and see what her fur felt like directly, but, not feeling bold enough to reach under her dress just yet, he consoled himself by moving up and feeling her bare shoulders. Fennec foxes were bred for the desert, so their fur was quite short by fox standards, being nowhere near as fluffy as their red or arctic cousins (literally, in the Medoras' case, as their mother's sister had married an arctic fox), but to Bryon, it was like Leigh was made of something too soft and pure for this world, or at least for this sinner. Opening his eyes, he found that the vixen's long hair was now hanging down around their faces as if their scandalous kissing was hidden from the world by silky red curtains. He rather liked the effect, though it did somewhat tickle the bases of his ears. He almost felt dizzy from how much better he felt compared to the last few days. All those worries, all that guilt, all that stress just gone, and quickly replaced with the excitement and delight of kissing the girl of his dreams for the first time. 

As the two foxes continued making out like the horny teens they were, Bryon was aware of his penis stirring and beginning to stiffen as his desire grew. It wasn't exactly a priority, though, because while he'd had quite a few erections in his life, this was the first time he'd ever gotten to French kiss his sister, and there were so many new feelings and sensations he could focus on instead. He belatedly realized the folly of this prioritization when Leigh broke off the kiss with a giggle. 
	“Personally,” she said, rolling her hips and grinding against him, “this is what I'd call a nice response!” He had already reached full erection, and it pulsed lightly as it was squeezed between their bodies. Suddenly feeling self-conscious again, Bryon yelped and lowered his ears.
	“Oh – oh God, I'm sorry, I – I...” he stammered, but Leigh was just giggling again.
	“Relax, Bry, I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure that's supposed to happen.” 

Blushing even harder than before, somehow, the tod managed a smile.
	“...Right. Sorry, I... I guess I'm just used to thinking you'd hate me if you realized you turned me on...” To his silent disappointment, Leigh rolled off of him, then turned around to face him so she could examine the obvious tent in the front of Bryon's shorts where his rigid prick was stretching out the material. The nervous male felt somehow even more excited than he had before; no girl had ever looked at his rod like this before, and the attention was thrilling.
	“Is this really because of me?” Leigh asked aloud, leaning in close as if it were an art piece she wanted to appreciate the details of. 
	“W-well, I wasn't thinking of someone else while we were kissing, if that's what you mean...” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. Leigh smiled slightly.
	“I suppose it was a silly question,” she admitted, before she sat up straight, looked him dead in the eye, and said “Would you... show it to me?” 

Bryon had been so caught up in the moment that he hadn't been thinking about where this encounter was going, even if it was a little obvious, so he was not proud of the fact that his response was to tense up and look nervous.
	“...What?” he said. It was an expression of surprise. It was obviously an expression of surprise. But Leigh was a fox, and even if fennecs weren't as renowned for trickery as their cousins, they were still an extremely playful species, and the vixen grinned delightedly and took the word at face value.
	“Your penis, Bryon, I'm talking about your penis,” she teased, “I would like to see it, please.” After a moment, her expression twitched, and for just a second he could see a hint of the need she was trying to hide, glimmering in her eyes. “...Please?” 

At this plaintive request from his little sister, Bryon felt his cock throb hard in his pants, as if it was seconding her petition. The flexing movement was slight, but still likely visible from outside, which is why the tod was relieved that Leigh was looking directly into his eyes. Realizing that she was waiting on him for a response, he slowly nodded.
	“Ok-kay,” he said, cursing himself for stuttering, before sitting up and reaching with trembling hands towards his shorts. Glancing over to the vixen, he saw that she was making no secret of the fact that she was watching, staring directly at his crotch and leaning forward to get a better view. With that in mind, he slid off the bed into a standing position before he reached down and unfastened his belt. It took everything he had to act calm and relaxed. With one last glance up at his sibling, who was leering eagerly at his tent, Bryon unfastened the button on his jorts, pulled down the fly, and then, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts and boxers, he took a deep breath and pulled them down to his knees. Letting gravity carry the garments down to his ankles, Bryon stood up straight, putting his hands on his hips for lack of anything better to do with them, and he was somewhat taken aback when Leigh responded by leaning back in her seat and gasping.
	“Oh my God, Bryon!” she cried, covering her mouth with one hand, unable to take her eyes off her brother's penis, “I didn't know it was so big!” 

The tod found that he wasn't sure how to respond to this situation. He hadn't exactly expected this reaction out of Leigh, and he was utterly confused. While he was trying to find a way out of this confusion, he ultimately came to the conclusion that she was teasing him again. He lowered his ears as his fluffy tail hid between his legs. His hard-on, however, remained defiantly stiff, unfaltering in its arousal. 
	“H-hey!” he protested, blushing as hard as he could ever remember blushing, “You d-don't have to be sarcastic about it!” Leigh blinked and looked up at her brother's eyes, frowning slightly. She maintained eye contact, but briefly glanced back down to his masculinity, as if double-checking. 
	“I'm not?” she said, slowly. Crossing his arms across his chest and trying not to pout, Bryon let out a huff.
	“I whip it out for the first time, and the first words out of your mouth are 'oh my God, your dick is so big'?” he asked, incredulously, “You sound like – like a porn star when you talk like that, Leigh!” 

The vixen crossed her arms and glared at her brother with an intense fury – but only for a moment, before she calmed down a little and let out a breath. When next she spoke, her voice sounded tight, each syllable carefully chosen, as if she were holding back her anger and trying to calm down the rest of the way. 
	“See, being a romantic like that is why I love you,” she said, sighing again, “Okay. I admit it sounds a little porny of me, but it was the honest first thing that went through my head.” Leigh gestured at Bryon's penis. “And just because it's not porn star monster huge doesn't mean it's not the biggest one I've ever had within arm's reach!” 

Bryon swallowed, still feeling out of sorts. 
	“I... it's a p-perspective thing,” he said, with much less indignation in his voice than before, “It's because I'm so short...” 
	“Bryon, you're practically a tripod,” the vixen said, a playful exaggeration which her brother silently enjoyed. 
	“That's only because my legs are half of nothing,” he insisted, shaking his head. 
	“Look at me,” Leigh replied. When Bryon reluctantly made eye contact, she smiled at him and spoke each word slowly and loudly, the way people do when addressing someone who doesn't speak their language, as if that will somehow help the other person understand. 
	“You. Have. A. Very. Big. Dick.” Despite himself, the tod snickered. 
	“...You really mean it, huh?” he said, quietly. 
	“Mmm-hmm,” she replied, “In fact, I'm, um, a little worried about... trying to fit it inside me.” She was blushing, and he realized she couldn't fake that.
	“Would it help if you spent some time getting to know it?” he asked. 
	“Maybe.” 
	“Well then...” Stepping out of his pants and walking bottomless over to the bed, Bryon sat down next to his sister, who giggled excitedly again. 

Pulling her legs up and kneeling on the bed so she could face him directly, Leigh leaned in close, her eyes large, her ears rotated back but not down as she stared at his cock in fascination. There were rather a lot of different messages that could be sent by canine/vulpine ears, Bryon distantly thought, but he had much more important things to focus on at the moment. 
	“Oh wow...” she whispered, as Bryon leaned back until he was almost lying down, supporting himself on his forearms. He loved how genuinely interested Leigh looked as she drank in the details, looking him up and down. But they weren't just here for leering at each other, and the tod decided to press his luck.
	“...Do you want to touch it?” he asked, quietly. 
	“Can I?” Leigh immediately responded, and then she seemed a little sheepish over her enthusiasm. Bryon just grinned and nodded. His tail would have been wagging if he hadn't been lying on it. Shrugging off her embarrassment, the vixen slowly extended a hand, almost visibly gathering her courage, before gently curling her long, slender fingers around her brother's dick and taking a firm hold of it. 

Bryon sighed with pleasure as he felt Leigh's soft, warm hand get a grip on him. 
	“Oh, God...” he whispered. 
	“It's so... hot,” Leigh breathed, sounding surprised. She rubbed her thumb against the underside of the shaft, and Bryon shuddered. “I didn't know the skin was loose like this,” she observed, “I figured it would be solid all the way through...” Briefly glancing at her brother's face, she asked “Um, is this... are you circumcised or not? I... don't remember the difference.” The tod found he had to swallow, as his mouth had become quite dry since a female hand touched his penis for the first time. 
	“I am,” he said, “Uh, the skin was t-too tight when I was born, would have b-been a problem as I grew up... at least that's what Dad said.” He inhaled sharply as Leigh's hand began to move, slowly rubbing up towards the head of his cock, which she held in a gentle grasp for a moment before giving it a squeeze. She giggled when Bryon's dick throbbed in her hand, visibly flexing... and leaking pre-come against her palm. Letting go, she looked at the tiny patch of wetness curiously.
	“Th-that's just pre,” Bryon said, self-consciously, “Sorry, I'm just, um... kind of insanely turned on right now.” Leigh smiled, but said nothing, and took hold of the excited male's tool once more. 

This time, the vixen began to actually stroke her sibling's prick, rubbing her hand up and down the shaft as Bryon swallowed a moan. 
	“Can I admit something?” she murmured, “I'm glad that it's not Inherited. Does that make me shallow?” Inheritance was the phenomenon of a morphic individual having one or more body parts that were more like their feral ancestors than those of humans; an Inherited penis, in the case of a fennec fox, would be blood red, have a tapered tip, a swollen knot at the bottom, and would retract into a sheath inside the man's body when he wasn't aroused. 
	“I know getting tied is supposed to be super hot and stuff,” she continued, “and the dogs say it creates this, like, spiritual connection with your one true love, or whatever, but... I just think they look sort of gross, eh?”
	“M-maybe I'm biased, but I don't think it's shallow,” he replied, trying to sound more relaxed than he actually was, “Just means you, uh, you know what you like. Just maybe don't go saying that online...” Leigh smiled but didn't comment, she just went right on giving him a slow, gentle handjob.

After a little while, Leigh adjusted her position, lying down on her stomach, legs bent at the knees, which both seemed more comfortable and gave her a closer view of Bryon's dick. As she continued to stroke up and down his shaft, Bryon noticed her nostrils flaring around the time he started to squirm. He wasn't sure he'd actually seen it until she leaned in even closer and audibly sniffed at her brother's hard cock, moving down the shaft to focus on the spot where his shaft met the top of his scrotum. 
	“...Wow, Bry,” she murmured, “You... you smell really good.” She leaned in closer and closed her eyes, shamelessly sampling her sibling's most private scent, unbothered when at one point, her nose brushed against Bryon's shaft. The eager male found himself wondering, as he shivered with indecent glee, if this was what he'd looked like when he sampled her fragrance from her bikini bottom. He couldn't help but shift his gaze to her pelvis as the thought travelled through his mind, longing to experience Leigh's scent first-hand, but he didn't want to rush anything, so he simply lay there passively and let his sister explore him. 

After indulging herself for the better part of a minute, Leigh leaned back a little and opened her eyes, before bringing her free hand around to cup Bryon's testicles from beneath. She handled them gingerly, clearly aware of how sensitive they were, and lifted them curiously, as if testing their heft and weight. Swallowing, Bryon spread his legs a little, to offer her easier access to his treasures. He was still finding it hard to believe that his little sister was playing with him like this, and even her gentle, simple actions were turning him on immensely. Still focused on her brother's balls, Leigh jostled his orbs with her fingertips, ran her thumb along the thin, wrinkly skin of his scrotum, and gave his sac a light, experimental squeeze. Shuddering again, Bryon moaned softly, and Leigh smiled delightedly, as though she were enjoying a brand new toy. 

Bryon squirmed and shifted as Leigh's soft, soft hands continued to work his most sensitive flesh for several minutes, rubbing and squeezing his needy cock while she massaged and fondled his balls. He was leaking pre frequently now, his dick pulsing at random and leaking the clear fluid, which the fascinated vixen would dutifully rub into his skin as if it were lubricant or lotion. His arousal was building maddeningly slowly, but so far she was doing a pretty good job considering she was winging it. As yet another pulse of pleasure spread through his body, Bryon shuddered and let out a yelp, rolling his hips and humping into her hand, which made her giggle.
	“Ohhh...” he moaned, lying back and covering his eyes with the heels of his hands as he focused on the wonderful sensations, “Oh Jesus, little sister, d-don't stop... that's so fuckin' good...” 

That had been a fairly straightforward request, at least Bryon thought so, so he was rather dismayed when Leigh responded by immediately letting go of his dick and balls and pulling her hands away. Uncovering his eyes, the tod leaned back up as fast as he could, his hips thrusting into empty air as if trying to find her hand. 
	“No!” he gasped, whimpering with frustration. It wasn't like he'd been on the very brink of orgasm... but he could see it from here. His rigid prick throbbed angrily in the warm air of the hotel room as Leigh pushed herself into a sitting position and crossed her arms over her chest, frowning at him. 
	“P-please, sis, don't do this to me!” he whined, squirming, “What did I do?! I – I'm sorry!”  

She flinched as he spoke, looking away. Swallowing another plaintive whimper, Bryon tried to work out what had just happened. Had she been leading him on this entire time? Was all this just an excuse to give him blue balls as punishment for his deviant feelings? No, no, surely it would be easier to punish him just by smacking him in the nuts than to pretend she was into him and start to give him a handjob...
	“Don't call me that!” she snapped, crossly, still not looking at him. 
	“C-call you what?” he asked, hopelessly confused. Had he even called her anything out of the ordinary? 
	“Things were getting really hot, I'm getting you all worked up, and then you go and call me 'little sister'!” Leigh growled, “I can't believe you did that!”

Feeling his arousal beginning to ebb away, Bryon swallowed another whimper. He wasn't sure if he was too horny to think straight, or if Leigh really was being this weird.
	“But... but you are my little sister!” he protested, even as he lowered his ears submissively. Leigh's head whipped around to face him, and her ears flicked back into an aggressive posture. 
	“Don't you think I know that?!” she growled, “I've been trying to forget it this entire time, dammit!” Hurt, Bryon just leaned away from her, unsure how to respond. Apparently seeing this in the look on his face, the vixen closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. After a long moment full of silence so thick it could be cut with a knife, Leigh spoke up again.
	“I... I love you, Bryon,” she whispered, “I'm not supposed to, but I do.... so I don't want to be your little sister anymore. I want to be your girlfriend. I want us to figure out what kind of life we're going to have together as a couple, and forget that we're related, forget that what we're doing is... you know.” 

Actually managing to forget about his aching hard-on, Bryon sat up. Leigh was continuing to look away from him, rubbing her upper arm with her opposite hand. Turning to the side and hugging her from behind (which conveniently avoided the issue of having his stubbornly hard prick jabbing against her and ruining the moment), the tod churred to her quietly. 
	“Don't say that, Leigh, please,” he whispered to her, “I would never want to forget what we are to each other.” Her anger completely faded, Leigh whimpered, still avoiding looking towards Bryon. 
	“But... I thought we were on the same page?” she said, “I thought we weren't gonna feel guilty because we... we were going to let go of what we used to be to each other...” 
	“Look at me,” Bryon murmured. When the vixen reluctantly looked over her shoulder at him, he swallowed and gathered his courage. 
	“I love you too, Leigh,” he breathed, “I love you for everything you are, and everything that implies. If I forgot part of our relationship to each other, I would be forgetting part of what makes you so amazing to me.” 
	“E-even though it's... incest?” she asked, speaking that last word more softly than the others, as though even uttering it was a shameful act.

	“Did I stop being your brother when you fell in love with me?” the tod replied, and Leigh flushed, irritated.
	“I was working on it!” she grumbled, “I just... hadn't gotten there yet.” When she glanced over and made eye contact, he could practically see her stubborn resolve crumbling a little.
	“...It could happen,” she whispered. Moving to sit next to her, Bryon put his arm around her shoulders supportively and, after a moment's though, leaned in to nuzzle against her cheek. 
	“I don't have to say it if you don't like it, but it won't change who or what we are,” he said, stroking her far shoulder, “You're my sister, and you always will be, but you're also the woman I love. And as much as I've been worrying the past little while about it... I wouldn't change a thing about that.” 

Leigh closed her eyes and smiled, and Bryon felt her relax against him, which he took as a good sign. 
	“Okay...” she said, after a long, quiet moment, “I guess it's not the end of the world... but why did you say it right in the middle of... me playing with you?” Blushing very slightly, the tod chuckled.
	“Oh, uh, that? Well...” he said, scratching the back of his head with his free hand, “I guess it was for the same reason you blurted out, 'you're soooo big' earlier, uh, you know, just an honest response...” Leigh gave him a sideways glance, her expression unreadable, the sort of look that had felt, when they were small, like she was trying to read his mind.
	“...You said it because it turned you on to use that name, didn't you?” she asked, her voice perfectly neutral. To his chagrin, Bryon's cheeks immediately began to burn, instantly betraying the truth of her statement. 
	“Uhhh...” He struggled to find words, but it was difficult when visions of a relationship crashing and burning before it had even started were dancing in front of his eyes, as if he were Icarus, flying too close to the sun. 

The tod swallowed, fearing that he'd done worse than undo the charming little moment they'd just shared together. 
	“W-well, I mean, I hadn't, uh, really been thinking about it, eh? I mean, not actively, not the way I'd been worried about the dreams or anything,” he babbled, afraid that if he stopped, he would lose her, “It's not like I'd been intentionally enjoying the fact that we were, uh – it was just a sort of... side effect!” Throughout it all, Leigh kept her face as emotionless as a stone statue, and now she silently crossed her arms. Letting out a distinctly canine whine, the older fennec lowered his ears submissively.
	“...Please don't hate me,” he pleaded, “I couldn't help it!” 

It was then that the tiniest smirk appeared on the vixen's lips, and when he noticed it, a look of absolute befuddlement spread across Bryon's face. Dropping the poker face entirely, Leigh began to giggle, and Bryon blushed even harder. 
	“Har, har, laugh it up...” he muttered, pouting, unaware of how adorable that made him. After a moment, faced with the jocularity of the woman he'd fallen so hard for, he couldn't help but smile, despite how embarrassed he was. 
	“...Like I said, an honest response,” he muttered. Leigh raised one eyebrow as she regarded him again.
	“Come on, really?” the slender vixen asked. This time it was Bryon who crossed his arms.
	“Look, if your natural response is to talk about how big my penis is, then mine can be to call out how hot my sister is in the heat of the moment.” Leigh tilted her head to one side, the way she did when she was curious.
	“But... really?” she asked again, “I mean, I guess I understand loving me as your girlfriend and your sister at the same time, but...” Blushing, she made an amusingly vague gesture that Bryon assumed was to do with the secret she'd just stumbled across. This was because part of that gesture seemed to indicate her brother's lap, which incidentally was the moment that Bryon realized his penis had finally given up the ghost and gone flaccid at some point since his moment of panic. 

	“I don't know,” Bryon said, “Maybe it's because it's so forbidden, eh? This thing that everyone else would say we're not supposed to feel...” As he spoke, he began to squeeze and knead Leigh's shoulder, and he felt her relax a little more. 
	“Sharing a secret no one else can know, breaking the biggest taboo in the book...” He continued, soothingly. With his other hand, the tod reached over and caressed his sister's cheek. One of her ears twitched at that, and she suddenly twitched as if she'd been startled out of a daydream. 
	“H-hey! Don't you go trying to turn me into a pervert like you!” she laughed, pulling away from him, “Isn't giving me one new fetish on this trip enough?” 
	“C'mon, Leigh,” he teased, “Are you telling me that when we kissed, when you were playing with me, you never once got a little thrill out of me being your brother?” 

Swallowing, Leigh averted her eyes.
	“W-well...” she started, uncertainly. Bryon knew he had her when she began tapping her index fingers together, a nervous habit she'd never quite shaken since their childhood. 
	“Look me in the eye and tell me you didn't,” he said, grinning in delight. 
	“...No,” Leigh replied after a moment, “No, I don't think I will.” When Bryon laughed happily, the vixen sighed exaggeratedly.
	“Okay, so maybe the thought occurred to me, but – but that doesn't mean...” She trailed off, as if she were searching for the right words, and Bryon reached out and gently turned her face towards him. 
	“Yeah, I think it does,” he teased, “But it's okay, little sister, I'm a pervert too.” Brushing some brilliantly red hair off of her eyes, Bryon winked at her. “We can be perverts together.” He leaned in to kiss her, and she stuck a single finger between their lips, stopping him. Instantly, Bryon began worrying about worst-case-scenarios; had he misjudged the situation? Had he just laid down a dealbreaker? 

Looking him square in the eyes, Leigh took a deep breath before speaking, slowly and carefully. 
	“M-maybe we could give that a try... big brother.” For a moment, neither of them did anything, and the expression on Leigh's face reminded her sibling of a gif he liked, involving a woman with complex equations floating around her head. Then, shrugging, Leigh nodded slowly.
	“Okay. I don't feel disgusted,” she said, matter-of-factly, “But if you make it weird, I reserve the right to stop things right then and there, okay?” His tail wagging, Bryon grinned at her. 
	“Deal!” He held out his hand as if for her to shake it, and instead she grabbed him by the shoulders, pulled him in close, and kissed him again. 

As their lips met, and their tongues embraced with the familiarity of lifelong friends, Bryon let Leigh push him backwards, until the two foxes flopped down onto the bed again. This time, instead of climbing atop him, the vixen lay beside him, on her side. As Bryon sighed happily through his nostrils, he felt his sister's hand place itself atop his stomach, then slide down to his waist, once again taking hold of his penis, squeezing and fondling the soft flesh. The tod grunted as he felt himself begin to react to her touch, and Leigh broke off the kiss to sigh.
	“I never thought I'd actually get to touch you like this, Bry... God, this makes me so wet...” she murmured, as she toyed with her brother's cock. No sooner had he started to stiffen in her grip, though, before Leigh startled and and sat up, a shocked expression on her face.
	“...Oh God,” she said, “I – I just realized I've been so curious about you and your body that I haven't taken anything off yet!” Swallowing, Bryon let his eyes drop down to the yellow sundress that covered her slender form. 
	“I noticed that,” he said, carefully. 
	“Why didn't you say something?” Leigh replied with a frown. 
	“I... didn't want to sound pushy,” the hopeful male said, “And it helped that you were, you know, playing with my dick.” He left out the part where he'd wondered if being fully clothed around an undressed man was just her thing, though he was silently relieved that was not the case.
	“Well, allow me to even things out,” she said, “You deserve it, after putting yourself through so much stress...” 

Bryon's heart began to beat faster as Leigh climbed off the bed. Turning back to him, the diminutive female reached forward and gently took hold of both of his hands. 
	“Here,” she murmured to him, “You've been such a gentleman, waiting for me... you deserve a reward...” Then, watching his face, Leigh slowly guided her brother's hands forward, down, and under the hem of her dress. 
	“L-Leigh, I...” he whispered, shivering with anticipation. The vixen giggled. 
	“Shhh... You're gonna want to savour this,” she teased, “I certainly did...” Bryon swallowed, and she lead his fingertips to her hips, carefully placing them just against the waistband of her panties. 
	“Right there,” she breathed, letting his hands go, “Whenever you're ready... big brother.” 
	“H-how's that working out for you?” he said, failing utterly to sound casual about it.
	“It makes me feel weird whenever I say it, like it reminds me how pervy we're being,” she admitted, blushing, “But... I kinda like it.” Leaving out the 'I told you so', Bryon just smiled and turned his attention back to her underwear. 

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Bryon hooked his fingertips behind the elastic waistband of his little sister's panties, then began to s-l-o-w-l-y pull them down Leigh's slender thighs. He felt the eager femme shiver with delight as her underwear pulled away from her body, and somehow the whole thing felt even more sensual because she was still wearing her dress, and the view was hidden from Bryon's eyes. 
	At one point, progress hit a snag, literally, and Leigh said “Oh, let me help you with that,” reaching behind herself and unfastening the snap that held a small strip of fabric in place over the base of her tail. With that undone, the nervous tod was able to slide the panties down until they emerged into view, a very light blue-green that contrasted nicely with her yellow dress without clashing with it... or at least that's what Bryon thought; he wasn't exactly an expert at this sort of thing. As the garment slipped down to her knees, Leigh giggled, evidently at the look on her brother's face. Now that the anticipation period was over, he hurriedly brought the panties down to her ankles, and she daintily stepped out of them, but she effortlessly moved back, out of his reach, when he tried to use his bent-over position to peek under her dress. 

As he sat back up, panties in hand, the tod noticed something, and glanced down, working the thin material between his fingers. 
	“...Wow, you really must be wet,” he said, “These are soaked!” 
	“Really?” Leigh asked, innocently, “Let me see.” As he held out the sodden garment, the vixen reached out to touch them – and pushed his hand backwards, pressing the panties against the surprised male's nose. Surprised, Bryon instinctively inhaled sharply, which of course filled his nostrils with his sister's feminine scent, now much stronger than it had been on her bathing suit, since this wasn't just from proximity, she'd gotten aroused to the point where her juices had been soaking into the fabric for some time now.
	“G-G-God!” Bryon moaned, his eyelids fluttering as spots danced in front of his eyes. His dick instantly jumped back up to half-mast, and he whimpered with arousal. Through the dizzying haze, he heard Leigh make a noise that almost sounded disappointed.
	“Damn... that really is hot!” she muttered, “You don't know how lucky you are, you... big handsome pervert...” This was, of course, a secondary consideration to breathing in the beautiful, pheromone-laden scent of arousal clinging to the panties, which Bryon suddenly knew was how he wanted to spend the rest of his life. Naturally, about a second later, the underwear were snatched out of his hand, much to his dismay.
	“No!” he gasped, lowering his ears as Leigh giggled, but it was out of disappointment, as he was still too addled with desire to be embarrassed. 
	“Now, now,” she teased, “I want your attention on me, not my undies!” 

Bryon watched, still a little dizzy from the effects of Leigh's scent, as his sister playfully strolled over to the tod's bed and set down the damp underwear, patting them gently as she did. That hadn't been necessary, of course, but it gave her an excuse to walk across the room, and she exaggerated the sway of her hips and the flick of her tail as she did so. This had the intended effect, as Bryon was unable to take his eyes off his sister's rear end; visually, she looked exactly the same as she had before, but somehow, just knowing she wasn't wearing any panties under that dress made her every movement seem erotic and sensual. 
	“If you're a good boy, you can have them back later,” the vixen cooed as she came back, “But first... I've got something to show you.” Bryon's eyes widened as Leigh climbed onto the bed, walking on her knees closer to him, and stopping with her thighs spread wide. With an unexpectedly shy look on her face, Leigh smiled demurely, took hold of the hem of her dress with her thumbs and forefingers, and lifted, carefully offering the tod a peek behind the curtain, so to speak. 

Despite himself, Bryon whimpered with desire as he took in the sight of his little sister's vulva for the first time in their adult lives that wasn't just a dream. With that thought in mind, the tod nervously moved one hand back behind him and pinched himself on the ass where Leigh couldn't see. Despite his fears, Bryon did not suddenly wake up alone in his bed. 
	“Oh God, it's actually happening...” he whispered, unaware he wasn't just thinking it to himself. Leigh giggled in delight, but said nothing, which was just as well, since his attention was so focused between her legs, he might not have noticed if she had. Leaning in closer to get a better look, he unabashedly stared at Leigh's treasures, letting his gaze wander over the curves and wrinkles of her glistening mound as if he wanted to burn the details into his mind. From this distance, he could smell a hint of the intoxicating scent that had clung to her panties, and he shuddered with anticipation, knowing with absolute certainty that his future would involve getting very personal with the vixen's wet slit. Her outer lips were closed in tight, a look Bryon happened to like, but they were flushed with arousal, swollen with blood, and her cute, stubby clitoris was peeking out of its hiding place. It didn't look quite like it had in any of his dreams, but it was real, and it was a hundred times more enticing as a result.
	“Ohhh, Leigh, it's... you're so pretty,” he sighed, resisting the urge to lick his chops. The slender vixen giggled self-consciously.
	“You really mean that?” she whispered, as her ears twitched up a storm.
	“Absolutely,” the eager male replied without a moment's hesitation, “You look... good enough to eat, sis.” 

Leigh moved one hand to the middle of the hem of her skirt so she could continue offering Bryon an enticing view with a single hand. As she did this, she moved her now-free hand to her mouth, chittering delightedly at the validation he'd offered her. After a moment, lowering her ears to an intimate angle, Leigh smiled at her brother with honest-to-goodness bedroom eyes. He'd never really known what the term meant before, but when he saw the warm, sensually inviting expression on the vixen's face, he recognized it instantly. 
	“I can see that you're enjoying the view,” she said, gesturing to Bryon's cock, which had grown back to its full pride while he was gawking at her, “In fact, I just have to glance at you to know how much you like what you see... but I'm not so sure it's the same for you.” 
	“Huh?” Bryon muttered, frowning slightly. 
	“You're so big and so hard because of me, I love it,” Leigh cooed playfully, “But can you see how turned on I am because of you? Let me offer you a better view...” Bryon was about to tell her that he could see her folds glistening in the light, but the words died on his lips as she reached down with her free hand, and with a practiced ease, placed the pads of her index and middle fingers on either side of her cleft and spread her outer lips wide open, leaning back as she did so to offer her older brother an unimpeded view of the soft, warm pinkness within her, and the slick juices coating her inner walls. As he gazed in something approaching awe, a droplet of her honey dripped out of her channel, straight to the sheets below her. He whimpered with sheer need, and the vixen's smile widened.
	“Look, Bry, look at me!” she whispered, “Can you see how wet I am? This is because of you... big brother.”

At those last two words, Bryon watched Leigh's vagina clench in on itself, which was a slightly odd sight, but one that made him shudder hard from head to toe with desire for her. Releasing her labia and letting her treasures hide themselves away once again, Leigh giggled.
	“Oops... I guess you saw that, too...” she said, a little sheepishly, “You win, I'm a pervert too.” Bryon swallowed a canine whine. He'd never heard of anyone dying from being too horny before, but it felt like he was getting there. If he didn't act right now, he was going to go insane. Looking up from Leigh's vulva to her face, he smiled and addressed her matter-of-factly. 
	“...I'm gonna touch you now,” he murmured. Normally the tod wasn't nearly so bold, but desperate times call for desperate measures; he was already lifting his hand as he said it.
	“Oh, please doooo...” Leigh replied, that last word trailing off into a soft moan as Bryon reached out and cupped his hand over his little sister's pussy. 

The tod let out a shuddery breath of his own as he felt Leigh's slit against his palm; not knowing how to start, he'd just pressed  his whole hand against her whole mound. The moisture, he'd been expecting, but the temperature, not so much. 
	“God, you're so hot...” he murmured, aware that he was echoing Leigh's curiosity as she first touched his prick, “I'd almost think you were in heat, if I didn't know you don't do that...” Leigh wordlessly sighed, and, to Bryon's shock, began to roll her hips, grinding her pussy against his hand. Thusly encouraged, he began to explore his sister's most private flesh, running his fingers along her lust-slick labia and tenderly rubbing and stroking as he went. The trembling female actually gasped when he caressed her clit for the first time, and suddenly, it didn't matter what his actual size was. Bryon felt like he had the biggest dick in the world, because Leigh Medora, the vixen so beautiful her own brother had been helpless to resist falling in love with her, was reacting to his every touch with whimpers and cries and quivers of pleasure. 

Soon, Leigh let go of her dress, which fell back down, obscuring the joyous goings-on from Bryon's view just as he'd been gathering his courage to slip a finger inside her. He was fairly okay with this, though, as she was running both hands up and down the front of her body, getting herself even more worked up as she closed her eyes and bit her lip. Given that he was just feeling her up at random, it almost seemed over the top, but then Bryon remembered how he'd felt when she was fondling his tool for the first time, and how hard he'd been trying to keep the embarrassing noises to a minimum. As he was admiring the sight of his sister squeezing a breast through her dress, Leigh whimpered again, and without warning, she began to move down towards the bed – with one hand holding Bryon's against her wet slit, of course. When she reached down and took hold of the other fennec's stiff dick, Bryon inhaled sharply, thinking for a hot second that this was it, this was The Moment, and his pulse began to race. But Leigh had not, in fact, become so hot and bothered that she was skipping straight to having sex with him, no matter what Bryon's inexperienced mind was telling him. Instead, she just lay the both of them down and gave a gentle tug on his penis to 'encourage' him to roll onto his side to face her, before leaning in and kissing her big brother with a hungry moan. 

Closing his eyes, Bryon eagerly followed her lead, and the two fennecs began to lose themselves in each other, kissing deeply and enthusiastically as their hands explored each other's bodies, Leigh stroking and fondling her brother's rigid prick, occasionally slipping down to rub and squeeze his testicles, and Bryon rubbing and massaging Leigh's heated labia and oh-so-very-sensitive love button. About the time he finally slipped a finger into her – earning a high-pitched yelp that was somehow both adorable and sexy – Leigh broke off the kiss. At first he thought he'd gone too far without asking, but the vixen just started to tug on her dress.
	“I'm too hot, too worked up...” she whined, “Help me get this off!” What followed would have been ridiculous if they hadn't both been so needy, with both foxes trying to slide Leigh's dress up and off using only one hand each, being unwilling to fully let go of each other's genitals. After tugging ineffectually at the dress for a while, the siblings reluctantly let go, before Leigh rose into a kneeling position, and Bryon sat up to help her lift her dress up and over her head, leaving her naked aside from a strapless bra that the tod hadn't even realized she'd been wearing. As Leigh reached to unfasten it, Bryon finally pulled his shirt off. As the slender femme discarded her brassiere, brother and sister took a moment to just drink in the sight of each other fully nude for the first time.(grammar?)

After gazing with unhidden desire for a few moments, Bryon followed his instincts, embracing Leigh and pulling her closer; with the difference in their positions, Bryon was able to simply lean forward and take one of his sister's nipples into his mouth. The vixen gasped with surprise and pleasure before beginning to caress the back of her lover's head. She ran her fingers through his hair and scratched behind his ears as he licked and suckled at her soft breast.
	“Ohhh, Bryon...” she whispered, shuddering against him as he continued his venerations. On a whim, he returned one hand to her heated mound, and Leigh moaned again as he gave the vixen's sodden treasures a possessive squeeze. She stretched out her hand in the direction of her brother's cock, which had begun to leak a clear stream of pre-come. From her kneeling position, Leigh couldn't quite get a hand on his manhood, and when she tried to move closer, Bryon's strong hands rather insistently kept her in place.
	“I... I can't reach...” she murmured, mild frustration evident on her soft features. Letting her nipple slip from his mouth, heedless of the saliva that momentarily bridged the two, Bryon looked up at his sister and winked. 
	“It's okay, Leigh...” he replied, “Let me just play for a while.” He caressed her stubby clitoris, and she whimpered with pleasure, pressing herself against his hand. 
	“You just relax and enjoy it, little sister...” Bryon continued, before moving to her other nipple and resuming his worship. 

The diminutive female clung to her lover, eyes closed and trembling every so often as Bryon worked his lips and tongue against her sensitive nipples, which had hardened to noticeable points, and as he worked his fingers in and out of her slick channel. With nothing short of fascination, he curiously felt around and explored the unknown territory of his sister's vagina. Every so often, Leigh's velvety-soft inner walls would clench down on his fingers, and he would have to work out what he'd done to earn that reaction. It was the most thrilling learning experience he'd ever had in his life. Leigh's tail wagged eagerly behind her, and her sandy brown pelt had begun to glisten as the two foxes worked up a sweat. Bryon enjoyed that his current position made it very easy to observe the vixen's face, as even when blushing to the high heavens and biting her lip to suppress embarrassing moans, Leigh was still a vision of vulpine perfection, at least as far as he was concerned. 

Soon enough, Leigh was whimpering with pleasure and trembling from head to toe. She was by now grinding herself against Bryon's hand, and her inner thighs were damp with her juices, as were the sheets beneath her. 
	“P-p-please, Bryon, you're making m-me crazy...” she moaned, the first actual words either of them had spoken in a few minutes, “You k-keep teasing me, getting me s-so close, and then you j-just stop before I can c-come!” Giving the nipple he'd just switched to a last fond lick, Bryon leaned away from Leigh's chest so he could speak, taking a moment to decide it was probably for the best to pretend he'd been doing that to her on purpose. Stilling his hand and going back to just cupping her vulva with his palm, he looked up at her and smiled. 
	“Tell you what...” he said, smirking at her playfully, “I'll do it if you ask me again... and you call me 'big brother' when you do it.” 

Leigh's eyes widened in scandalous surprise.
	“Bry!” she protested, but she laughed as she did it. 
	“Hey, which one of us just said the words 'you win, I'm a pervert'?” he countered, his tail wagging. 
	“Yeah, well, uh, being a pervert is new to me,” the vixen replied, self-consciously, “You can't just ask me to say it on demand!” Maintaining eye contact, Bryon smiled as he moved his hand and started to tickle his sister's clit, making her squirm in his arms. 
	“Well, I could just go back to teasing you...” he said, faux-reluctantly. He was bluffing, of course, since he wasn't 100% sure how he'd been doing it in the first place. Fortunately for him, Leigh laughed again and swatted him on the shoulder.
	“Okay, okay, I'll say the thing!” she said, hastily, “God, you're still way pervier than me...” Bryon really enjoyed the way she didn't make that sound like a turn-off. 

Absolutely fetching with the blush in her cheeks now accompanied by the flush of arousal, Leigh smiled bashfully down at her brother and lowered her ears respectfully. 
	“Please, stop teasing me and keeping me on the edge, big brother.” Her smile grew a little. “That do it for you?” 
	“Oh, you have no idea,” Bryon churred, making her giggle. He continued, “Tell you what, let me make it up to you, sis.” Leaning back, he pulled a surprised Leigh into his arms, tilting her down to lay on the bed. Immediately, she sighed in relief and closed her eyes. 
	“Thank you,” she said, earnestly, “I don't know if I could have kept kneeling like that 
much longer... I probably would have fallen over if you'd actually gotten me off like that.” Moving down the bed on all fours, a slyly grinning Bryon glanced up at her.
	“How about this position?” he asked, calmly. 
	“Wait, what about it?” Leigh replied, opening her eyes and giving her sibling a curious look. Winking at her, Bryon laid down between the surprised vixen's feet and teased one fingertip along her shapely damp thigh. 
	“Any objections to me getting you off in this position instead?” he churred, licking his lips as he leered at her wet pussy. He wasn't exactly trying to be subtle, so it was no surprise when Leigh's eyes widened as she got the message.
	“Oh!” she said, “Well, I... always kinda thought I'd go down on you first, and then you'd, like, return the favour...” she said, smiling slightly, “But I'm not about to say no!” 

Crawling up between her legs, Bryon leaned forward almost nervously before sampling the sweet scent of his sister's arousal, straight from the source. Shuddering as the almost-familiar pheromones tickled his brain, he whimpered with need. 
	“Oh God...” he whispered, “This is gonna be so much better than the bathing suit thing...” Before Leigh could come up with a sassy comeback, the tod leaned in and gave her heated mound a cautious lick, and both fennecs moaned. 
	“Hnnngh, don't stop now,” Leigh murmured, squirming, “Keep going, big brother, eat me!” This time, she hadn't made the title sound like something she was going out of her way to say to tease him or experiment for herself. This time, it sounded like she'd naturally called him that while begging for cunnilingus, without thinking about it. And that made Bryon shiver with taboo delight, as his tool began to leak pre into the sheets again.

Only too eager to take her advice, Bryon moved even closer to his sister's snatch, and, not really having any idea what he was doing, with the female anatomy still being mostly foreign to him, he just began to lick haphazardly with long, enthusiastic drags of his tongue against her moist, sensitive flesh. Revelling in the taste of her sweet juices for the first time, he bathed her labia with his tongue, reaching behind her and placing his hands on her soft buttocks, as if holding her in place in front of his mouth, so his 'meal' couldn't be interrupted. 
	“Ah! Ahh!” Leigh gasped, tensing up and then relaxing twice in rapid succession as Bryon flicked his tongue across her clitoris a couple times. Taking note of that reaction, he closed his lips around the little nub and suckled directly on it, which caused the vixen to arch her back off the bed, pushing her slit against his face. She also cried out a profane word with rather more volume than she intended, if the way she covered her mouth afterwards was any indication. Leaning up, knowing the fur around his mouth was wet and matted with her feminine juices, Bryon gave her a Look. 
	“Do you kiss your brother with that mouth?” he teased, and he could feel how hard she struggled to resist before she giggled.

Returning his mouth to where both of them so badly needed it to be, Bryon resumed his tender ministrations, this time allowing his tongue to slip between Leigh's outer lips so that he could gather her juices from her slick inner walls. Deeply enjoying the taste he discovered, Bryon kept licking and licking at her, drinking down her delectable nectar like he was a dying man in the desert who'd just found an oasis.
	“Ohhhh, Bryon...” Leigh moaned, lifting her feet from the bed and hooking one ankle behind the other as her feet rested on her brother's back. The tod rather enjoyed the way it felt like she, too, was holding him in place, since it made him feel like he was doing a good job. Deep down, he wondered if Leigh wasn't just so horny at this point that anything he did would turn her on, but tried not to listen to the negative worrying, and just have a good time eating his little sister out. That task turned out to be exactly as easy as it sounded, fortunately, and soon his worrying thoughts quieted down and let him lose himself in the moment... and in his sibling's responsive body. 

Bryon got comfortable between his sister's trembling thighs, lightly grinding his erection against the bed as he licked and suckled at Leigh's heated pussy. He'd never been so turned on, feeling a little dizzy as his lover's pheromones teased at his nose with every breath. He'd closed his eyes to try and calm himself, and found that it just made him feel like he was floating, like his entire universe consisted of the naked girl he was pleasing and the sheet they were lying on, so he just held on tight to Leigh's soft buns and buried his tongue deep inside her, as if eating out this vixen was the only way to anchor himself to reality. Bryon could feel the sheets starting to get damp around the tip of his dick, and he was silently impressed that he was preing this much, genuinely surprised by the strength of the effect Leigh was having on him. 

By this point, Leigh was openly playing with herself again, groping and squeezing her breasts and toying with her hard nipples as she writhed and whimpered under the endless onslaught of her brother's tongue. 
	“Oh G-God, this really is s-so much better...” she muttered to herself, “Ohhhh, Jesus Bry, d-don't stop...” The tod opened his eyes, intending to give his lover a Look that was meant to say 'why would I ever want to stop', but whether Leigh would have noticed at this point, much less comprehended, became rather moot when Bryon became transfixed by the sight of his sister masturbating as he licked at her channel. When one of her hands started sneaking down towards him, his first thought was to possessively nip at it, but it did make him realize he'd been neglecting her love button for a little while, so he started to give the sensitive nub a little TLC. Leigh arched her back off the bed with a gasp as his lips closed around her clit, a movement which smeared some of her nectar onto her brother's nose. As the pheromone-laden scent filled his lungs, Bryon sighed contentedly, quite okay with that. 

It wasn't much longer before Leigh began to twitch and whimper constantly, her breath grew much faster and shallower, and her tail went quite still. Bryon had never brought a girl to climax before, but he had a pretty good idea that Leigh was getting close. Shivering with forbidden joy at the very idea that he was going to make his little sister come, the tod redoubled his efforts, which mainly consisted of trying to move faster and press harder with his tongue. As he slurped along the sides of her inner walls, Leigh moaned again, shuddering hard from head to toe, and she began to slowly tense up. 
	“Oh – oh my God, oh my God...” she panted, barely audibly, “...Ohhhh, Bryon!” With her brother's name on her lips, the vixen arched her back up off the bed, every muscle in her body tightening as she was overwhelmed by a powerful orgasm.

The big moment kicked off with a spurt of Leigh's feminine nectar spraying along Bryon's already-damp muzzle, like she was marking him as hers. As her body was rocked with pleasure, every muscle clenching and unclenching, Leigh's slick channel squeezed down on Bryon's tongue as if trapping it inside, but the tod was distracted from this by the way her legs scissored shut on his head and squeezed. It wasn't uncomfortable, it just meant he couldn't move from this position, with his tongue buried deep in his lover's pussy, which squeezed down on him in perfect time with the rest of her body twitching and shuddering. Eager to drag out Leigh's pleasures as much as he could, Bryon forced his tongue to move within her tight, gripping confines, licking at her most sensitive spots while he worked her throbbing clitoris with his fingers. For her part, Leigh had released her boobs and was now holding a fistful of the sheets in both hands, clinging desperately to the bed as her brother's lips and tongue and fingers worked endlessly, coaxing more and more pleasure out of her trembling body. 

As nice as it would have been for this moment to last for all of time, eventually, Leigh was all pleasured out, and with a sigh of relief, the slender female relaxed physically, going limp for a moment and slumping against the bed. As her legs fell away, Bryon's head perked up, and he gave his sister's pussy one last farewell lick, culminating in a playful kiss planted against her clit that made the vixen whine quietly from overstimulation. As Leigh panted and giggled to herself, the tod sat up, licking his chops to enjoy the taste lingering in his fur, and he looked around the empty room as if expecting to find it suddenly full of horrified people they knew. Even after reassuring himself that they were alone, he kept one ear cocked straight up. Bryon's ears were on the top of his head, not the sides, so he'd still been able to hear fairly well when Leigh's thighs were pressed tight against him. But even if he'd had human ears, he was pretty confident he'd have heard Leigh's wordless cries of ecstasy echoing off the walls while she writhed in bliss. Now he kept that ear up and carefully listened to see if anyone was approaching the room, irrationally afraid that someone might want to investigate the noise. 

He was pulled away from imagining his parents standing at the door and listening in when Leigh sat up, grabbed him by the shoulders, and pulled him down to lie next to her. Rolling onto her side to face him, her tail wagging happily, Leigh churred to her lover, smoothing out his ruffled hair. 
	“That was amazing...” she whispered, “You made me see s-stars!” 
	“My pleasure,” he replied, before looking thoughtful and adding “Never meant that so literally before...” Snickering, Leigh leaned in to kiss him, which helped make all of those worries about the noise start to melt away. 
	She quickly broke it off and made an odd face, giggling “Oh my God, I think I can taste it! I think I can t-taste... me.” Grinning, Bryon leaned in to nuzzle against Leigh's cheek with the damp parts of his muzzle. 
	“Speaking from experience, I can't say that's a bad thing,” he murmured, winking at her. The blush faded from her cheeks, and she laughed happily, averting her gaze.
	“God, I can't believe that just happened...” she mused, “I – I've had dreams about that, Bry, except in the dreams, you would never let me finish...” 

Looking up and meeting her sibling's eyes, Leigh gave Bryon a dazzling grin. 
	“Thank you so much, big brother...” she said, reaching out to take his hand. 
	“For letting you come?” he asked playfully. 
	“No! No, for – for everything!” she retorted, “For all of it. For not hating me when you found out how I felt. For... for saying I love you too.” After a moment, she smiled at him and booped him on the snout. “And okay, yes, for making me come really really hard.” Bryon laughed and reached out to caress her cheek.
	“You are so very, very welcome,” he churred, “I love you, little sister.” Running her slender fingers along his jaw, Leigh responded immediately. 
	“Love you too, Bry...” she whispered, before she gestured vaguely towards their mouths and said “Hey, um, you want to try that again?” 
	“You sure you don't mind the taste?” her lover replied, his tail already wagging again. 
	“Well, you certainly seem to enjoy it...” Leigh whispered, moving in closer, angling for his lips.
	“Mmm-hmm, my new favourite flavour...” Bryon murmured, before his lips found something much more useful to do.

The two fennecs pulled each other into a tight embrace as they kissed deeply and hungrily. Bryon shivered as his aching, rigid dick was pressed against Leigh's stomach. When it first made contact, the vixen had tensed up and gasped, shuddering against Bryon before she resumed smooching him.
	That's right, little sister, he thought, Look how hard I am for you. Look how badly you've made me want you... Their movements as they kissed and nuzzled against each other rubbed his tool back and forth against Leigh's body, and since the vixen didn't seem to be uncomfortable about it, that suited Bryon just fine. There was something he liked on a very primal level about rubbing his manhood against the warm pelt of his lover... calling Leigh his 'mate' or his 'girlfriend' felt strangely premature, but as he shared in the combined warmth of their bodies and ran his fingers through her soft red hair, the tod was quite comfortable saying he loved her.

Bryon had felt too short as far back as he could remember, since most of the people they knew weren't fennecs, and thus, veritably towered over him. Cars, public transportation, building layouts, they were all designed for people just slightly bigger than he was, and he hadn't gone a full day without thinking about it in a long, long time. Usually, lying in a hotel bed just reminded the tod of this, as his legs would stop well short of the foot of the bed. Today, on the other hand, holding his sister in his arms, these thoughts were finally, mercifully silent; as their toes brushed against each other and their distinguished ears occasionally bapped against each other, he felt exactly the right size for Leigh. 

After a few minutes of just holding each other close and churring softly, broken up by kissing and the occasional cheek lick, Leigh rolled them over so that she was on top. After giving Bryon a smooch on the forehead, the vixen coaxed a gasp out of her lover by taking hold of his tool and giving it a squeeze. 
	“You've been such a gentleman, waiting your turn while you're so needy,” she murmured, “Don't think I haven't noticed.” Bryon wanted to reply, but her fingertips teased at the underside of his crown, and all that came out was a soft groan... and a single drop of pre-come. 
	“I've had dreams about this, too...” Leigh whispered, as she slowly crawled down her brother's body, making herself comfortable lying between his legs.
	“Just lie still and let me return the favour, big brother,” she cooed, “I'm gonna make you feel niiiiice and comfy...” 

But Leigh hesitated as she leaned in to lick his straining rod, lifting her head and regarding Bryon with a slightly confused expression. 
	“Hey, did we skip a step here?” she asked, quietly, “I feel like most people start with a handy instead of skipping straight to dessert.” Blushing, ears lowering in embarrassment, the tod cleared his throat and looked anywhere except at his lover's eyes.
	“Oh! Uh, if – if you're not ready to go – to do that yet, uh, d-don't feel pressured or anything, there's n-no rush...” He felt mortified, and the strength of his hard-on was already starting to waver, but Leigh just giggled, and it was like the musical sound pushed a fog of doubt out of the room. 
	“No no, I'm uh, I'm good to go!” she said, quickly, “Months of pent-up, forbidden lust, remember? I just felt...” She giggled again, looking down. “...I don't know, for a bit there I felt like – like we were doing it wrong, somehow.” Bryon laughed, his ears slowly lifting. 
	“So we did it in the wrong order and now you're afraid we're gonna get docked points, eh?” he teased, “Don't worry, sis, we're on vacation, no one is grading this.” 
	“That's not what I –” Leigh started to protest, but the grinning male just raised his voice to cut her off. 
	“BUT IF WE WERE,” he said, “...If we were, we'd be getting all A's so far.”

The diminutive vixen couldn't help but laugh, despite herself, but she rolled her eyes with a smile when she was done. 
	“Did I say 'good to go'?” she mused, “Maybe I should rethink that...” She let him squirm just long enough to open his mouth to speak before she added “...Naaaaah,” and leaned in to give his cock a nice, slow lick. As Bryon gasped, she ran her tongue from the spot where his manhood met his scrotum alllll the way up the shaft. The shapely female paused as she reached the bottom of his crown, as her brother's dick throbbed at her touch, and after how long he'd been aroused today, he immediately began to leak hot, clear pre-come. After waiting just a moment, studying the small droplet of masculine arousal curiously, Leigh moved up and flicked her tongue boldly across Bryon's tip, licking up the pre and making the tod moan eagerly. He watched raptly, pulse already quickening, as his sweet sibling leaned down and began to delicately lick along the length of his prick again and again. One of her hands curled around the back of his erection, holding it in place as she licked, and the other took a gentle hold of his balls and just sort of held them, as if she didn't want them to feel left out. Bryon could almost swear from the look on her face that Leigh was taking her sweet time so she could savour his taste. The last coherent thought he had for a while, as he let Leigh's tongue gently carry him away, was So that's what that feels like...

Bryon lay back and relaxed, his tail lightly thwapping against the bed again and again as Leigh continued lapping at his tool, careful to cover every inch of him as if she were bathing the skin in her saliva. Just when the light, playful licks were starting to make Bryon crazy with need, Leigh mixed things up, and though he tried to play it cool, he couldn't help but moan again as he felt his little sister's soft lips wrapping around his dick for the first time. 
	“Jesus...” he breathed, as she began to bob up and down, keeping her tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft as she did so. It was an incredible experience. He'd always assumed it would be awesome to get his dick sucked, since guys online seemed so obsessed with it, but he hadn't been expecting this kind of pleasure from such a simple act. 
	“Ohhhh...” he groaned, shuddering from head to toe. Earlier, when Leigh had been playing with him, he'd been fighting hard to keep from making embarrassing noises, irrationally afraid the vixen would think less of him. He'd been doing a pretty bad job of it, but he'd been making the effort. Now, though, he was helpless against the pleasure, helpless against his sister's warm lips and nimble tongue, and he kept gasping and whimpering and moaning, unable to keep from announcing his bliss to the room around them. One look at his sister's face, and Bryon knew from the twinkle in her eyes that Leigh was delighted by his inability to hide the pleasure she was bringing him, and if he knew his little sister, that would just encourage her to try even harder to make him moan. 

As Leigh grew more comfortable with her ministrations, she bent her legs at the knees, crossing her ankles across each other and letting her feet just sort of hang out in the air above her cute, perky butt. At the same time, her tail lifted into the air, like a beacon leading the way to her rump. Bryon imagined running his hand all the way down that tail, giving the base of it a good squeeze, his hand even clenching at his side as he daydreamed. He was enjoying the hell out of his first BJ, of course, but with nothing to do with his hands, he couldn't help but imagine Leigh lying down beside him as she suckled on his prick, while he toyed with her moist, welcoming entrances. He shuddered right then and there, not because of anything his sister had done, but from the realization that it was suddenly within the realm of actual possibility that he might get under his sister's tail at some point. Grinning to himself, he chuckled.
	“I still can't believe you were actually trying to seduce me,” he murmured, “You have no idea what it was like, waking up and finding you doing yoga... Jesus, I was so hard... and I wanted to touch you so bad...” Looking up at his face, Leigh churred around her mouthful (a rather pleasant sensation, Bryon found) and gave his sac the gentlest of squeezes. This, in turn, made his cock throb in her mouth, and as she flicked her tongue against his tip, tasting his pre, the slender femme closed her eyes and let out a contented Mmmmm sound.

Bryon felt like the universe had shrunk once again, like it was just this room, two foxes, and the distant sound of waves. Even the city's traffic and people seemed to be taking it easy today. He let it happen, let himself drift away, lost in the moment, lost in the pleasure, lost in Leigh... He wasn't sure how long he'd been lying here, unable to look away from the shockingly taboo act taking place at his waist. The tod thought to himself that Leigh was beautiful, even with her muzzle wrapped around him, and for just a second there, he felt a hint of that old guilty stress, as though some part of his mind hadn't gotten the memo. But then the vixen opened her eyes, brushed some red bangs off of her face, met his gaze, and winked at him, her gaze warm and playful and excited. That, and the love that surged in Bryon's chest at that moment, did a perfect job of silencing that worry before it could even start.

It wasn't long after that that Leigh surprised her lover by suddenly pulling away from his dick. The warm air of the room felt a little cool against Bryon's manhood, which had just spent several minutes somewhere much much warmer, and as his cock glistened in the light with a fine coating of his sister's saliva, it throbbed once, drooling pre down the bottom of his shaft. Leigh absently caught the droplet on one finger, lowering her ears slightly as she regarded him. 
	“...Bryon?” she said, very softly, before licking her brother's pre-come off her finger, “D-did you really mean that? About my little yoga show turning you on that much?” She swallowed nervously. 
	“...Did you really want to t-touch me? Even before you knew I w-wanted you?” The tod had started pouting when his penis was removed from a mouth, based on unconscious instinct, but at those words – and the shy, adorable look on his sister's face – a smile sprouted in its place, and grew to spread across his face. 
	“Ohhh, Leigh, if you only knew...” he chuckled, gesturing towards her bum, “That ass in those pants? I'd have wanted you if I'd been gay!” 

Clearly not expecting that answer, Leigh broke out into surprised laughter. When she finished, she took her sibling's dick in hand again.
	“Feel free to go on...” she whispered, giving him that shy smile again, before leaning down and taking him into her muzzle once more. Bryon groaned as the wet warmth enveloped him again, and then the older fennec finally lay flat on his back, putting his arms up by his ears and resting his head in his hands. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of watching Leigh's soft pink lips trailing up and down his penis, but his neck was starting to ache from bending down to leer. 
	“I... “I'd been having all these crazy dreams the whole night,” he said, closing his eyes, “I think it was 'cause I was so c-confused about you... so I woke up, and I was all groggy and stuff because I'd been awake for like four seconds, and I was still trying to make sense out of all those dreams, and then I looked up...” He trailed off in order to moan with pleasure, squirming beneath Leigh's gentle, suckling touch. “...I looked up, and there you were. I really d-don't know whether I had morning wood, o-or if your butt just gave me, um, an instant boner.”

Despite everything that had happened, despite everything that was happening, Bryon found himself embarrassed to say the word 'boner' to his sister, who seemingly vindicated his self-consciousness by giggling around his tool. 
	“Oh fuuuuck...” he groaned, covering his already-closed eyes with his palms, “No one's ever s-seen me like this before, I – I'm so turned on...” Leigh began to churr at him, and the tod opened his eyes to gaze down at his lover, who he could swear was grinning at the very corners of her muzzle. 
	“You've had me so fucked up, Leigh...” he sighed, “All my instincts, my feelings wanting me to hold you, to kiss you, to m-make you my woman... and my mind screaming at me that it's wrong, that it's disgusting, that I'm s-some kind of a monster for wanting it... But that didn't mean I didn't want it, didn't mean that I could stop thinking about it for more than a few minutes...” 

Leigh made a quiet noise of gleeful pleasure as he said the words 'make you my woman', but otherwise she just kept on diligently working his aching prick. Lowering his ears respectfully, he looked her straight in the eyes. 
	“I... I  need you, little sister,” he whispered, “The way I need food and water! You wanna kn-know if I really wanted to touch you that morning? Not only did I want to t-touch you, even though it would fuck up my entire life, a part of me felt like – like it would be worth it!” The vixen didn't say a word, didn't make a sound, and didn't start churring. But her eyes widened, and for a moment, they seemed to sparkle with delight, and that was all the reply Bryon needed. Almost certainly in response to that, or perhaps in reward for it, Leigh suddenly started moving faster, suckling a little bit harder, and the squirming male moaned shamelessly, too turned on to care about the noise anymore. 

Bryon fell silent, aside from panting like a feral, as Leigh licked, kissed, and suckled his most sensitive flesh, keeping her brother whimpering and squirming with pleasure. He couldn't be sure, but Bryon thought he'd reached the point where he was leaking pre constantly, and the idea of his sweet sister lapping it up just amplified his arousal even more. After increasing her pace, the diminutive femme had become more curious about his testicles, giving his sac and the precious orbs within it a spirited groping and bouncing them around on her fingertips. 
	“Th-that's it...” he muttered, “I love it when you p-play with my b-balls, that's s-so good...” At that moment, Leigh pulled back, but instead of saying anything, she moved even further down and began to lick and kiss his fuzzy scrotum, taking his dick in hand as she took one of his balls into her mouth, gently sucking on it as she kept stroking his shaft. 
	“Oh – oh fuck!” Bryon gasped, as she gave the lightest of tugs on his nad with her lips. His cock jumped in her hand, and a thicker rivulet of pre-come ran down her knuckles. She paused in her movements and glanced up at this, but seemed unbothered, and quickly went back to worshipping her brother's balls, letting out another mmmmm as she licked the wrinkled skin. Having a girl get that into pleasuring him was one of those fantasies that Bryon had long secretly hoped for, but never dared believe it would come true, and certainly not with his little sister, so he couldn't help but shudder from his head to his toes, which were beginning to twitch as the point of no return appeared on the metaphorical horizon.

Before long, the tod was squirming and shuddering almost non-stop, as his sister continued to lick and tease with lips and tongue. After she finished tending to Bryon's balls, Leigh gave one orb a fond farewell kiss, then moved back up to take his shaft into her mouth. Since then, Bryon had been fighting the good fight, trying to resist the pleasure building up inside himself, but he knew from years of firsthand experience that it was a losing battle. Shivering indecently, the panting male swallowed nervously. Giving Leigh that unforgettable orgasm had felt like it took much longer than this, and he was worried that he wasn't going to last long enough, that his sister would be unimpressed by his stamina, that she might get second thoughts about taking him to bed or into her heart... that... that... Opening his eyes and ineffectually wiping at the sweat on his forehead, Bryon took a deep, if ragged breath. That was not the way he wanted to get worked up today. It wouldn't be entirely accurate to say that he 'calmed down', of course, but he at least let go of the worry as he focused on something much more immediate.
	“Ohhh... oh God, L-Leigh, I'm s-so fucking c-close... I'm gonna come...”

The vixen shivered, but made no noise or gave any other indication that she'd heard him, and as Bryon struggled not to give in, Leigh slipped her hands around his back, gripping him firmly just above the hips. She leaned in even closer as she continued to suckle, keeping at least half of his length inside her muzzle at any given moment.
	“Sis, w-wait!” he protested, “I mean it, I'm so d-damn close, you n-need to back off, oh shiiiit...” Once again, the vixen didn't react at all. Bryon didn't think the rules of chivalry included pushing a girl off your dick when you were about to come, but even if they had, he wasn't sure he could overcome his instincts, which wanted nothing more than for him to stay exactly where he was right now. 
	“Hnnngh... Leigh, p-please...” he whimpered, digging his fingers into the bed beneath him, struggling desperately to hold back his orgasm, “You need to m-move! I – I can't... I'm going to... I'm coming!” 

Despite his best efforts, Leigh's soft lips and nimble tongue coaxed him that last little way across the point of no return, and Bryon cried out wordlessly as he shot up into a sitting position, hunching forward over his sister's head. His cock began to pulse and throb, coinciding with waves of pleasure spreading out from his groin to fill his entire body, leaving tingling ecstasy in their wake. Leigh tensed up as if Bryon's sudden movement startled her, then let out a surprised grunt as her brother's prick began to spasm against her lips, spurting thick gouts of hot, creamy jism into her mouth. The tod let out a strangled cry as he came and came and came, painting Leigh's tongue and cheeks with his seed, shuddering hard as his toes curled up from the strength of his release. Although she'd stopped for a moment when he began to come, Leigh soon started moving again, licking and suckling at his throbbing dick and drawing out his climax the way he'd drawn out hers. Over the noise of his own breathing and his own heart beating like a jackhammer, Bryon could just make out the muffled sound of Leigh swallowing his come, which was a nice cherry on top of an already wonderful moment.
	“Ohhhh... oh little s-sister...” Bryon gasped, instinctively moving a hand to the back of her head. The shuddering fox just sat there, eyes screwed shut, whimpering and moaning his way through an orgasm so powerful that he was seeing stars even with his eyes closed. 

Once it was over, once he'd spent himself completely, once the room was spinning, Bryon shuddered one last time with a deep groan of relief, then let his limp body flop backwards onto the bed, to let the room decide when it wanted to stop. As he did, his penis slipped out of his sister's mouth, and Leigh, who was quite red-faced, wiped some spilled seed off of her chin with the back of one hand, then swallowed a final time. Sitting up, she crossed her arms and pouted, blushing hard. 
	“I can't believe you did that...” she muttered. Bryon was still kind of exhausted, but he couldn't miss her tone, and he reluctantly lifted his head from the bed. 
	“Wh-what?” he asked, one ear cocked to the side. Leigh scowled at him, and he couldn't help but think that the vixen was beautiful even when she was mad at him. 
	“You just – just came in my mouth like it was no big deal!” she snapped, embarrassed, “Why didn't you warn me?!” Baffled, Bryon lowered his ears submissively and held up his hands before him in a placating gesture. 
	“I did!” he insisted, defensively. Blinking, Leigh regarded him with mild confusion. 
	“...You warned me?” she asked, uncertainly. 
	“Yeah, like three times!” Bryon said, “You didn't notice?” Her blush didn't change, but going by the look on her face, that was only because she'd already hit her maximum. 
	“Oh... sorry. I, um, I was getting a little into it...” As she studied the pattern on the hotel sheets, Bryon laughed tiredly, amused at how quickly the situation had been defused. Sitting up, he pulled an embarrassed Leigh into his arms and lay down with her. 

Leigh claimed to be too humiliated to cuddle, squirming in her lover's arms, but a few playful licks to the face made her break out into giggles and relax a little. 
	“I can't believe I didn't hear you,” the vixen muttered, “O-M-G, what does it say that I got so into sucking my own brother's dick that I wasn't listening?” Grinning, Bryon churred to her.
	“I don't know,” he replied, “but I think I like it.” When she failed to smile at that, he reached around her and began scratching behind her ears. 
	“Aww, c'mon, sis, did it really bother you that much? Look, even with the warnings, I'm sorry I came in your mouth. I could, like, push you off next time, if you like...” The tod tried not to let on how happy he was when Leigh shook her head. 
	“No, that's okay,” she mumbled, “I didn't mind the taste or anything, it's just... Look, Bry, I – I've never seen a guy coming before, okay? I mean, I guess there's, like, Internet porn, but come on, that doesn't even begin to compare to real life!” She sighed. “I just really wanted to be able to watch the first time I made you come, eh? To watch you... shooting your load. But you came in my mouth, so I didn't get to see anything...”

Bryon found his sibling's candid, blushy admissions to be deeply hot, particularly the idea of his little sister being so eager to watch him ejaculate that she was disappointed that she missed it; as she confessed to him, his flaccid cock gave a tired throb, drooling some leftover semen directly into the fur on his thigh. Rather than mentioning it to her, though, he just smiled and gave her a squeeze. 
	“Well, then, I promise, the next time you get me off, I'll let you watch me nut, okay?” he said, half-teasing, “But for right now... thank you so much for what you did, babe, God, I don't remember the last time I came that hard...” In truth, the last time he'd even approached that level of pleasure was when he'd climaxed in his shorts while fantasizing about Leigh earlier that week, but he didn't want to bring it up. Leigh giggled, finally smiling again. 
	“We've been together for like half an hour and already I get 'babe',” she mused, “...I kinda like it.” The younger fox bit her lip for a moment as if musing on something, then grinned sheepishly and looked him in the eye for the first time since their little 'argument'. 
	“...But I think I kinda like 'little sister' better.” Bryon smiled, absolutely delighted by this, but before he could even say a word, Leigh laughed at the look on his face and then covered her own with her hands.
	“Okay, okay, yes, you changed my mind about that, let's not make it a big deal...” The big brother part of him wanted desperately to make it a big deal, of course, to tease her until she blushed so hard her cheek fur singed off. But the other part of him, the part that had only awoken recently, sensed that the right thing to do was to humour her on this. Swallowing a playful jab, Bryon just smiled gently at her.
	“I wouldn't dream of it, little sister,” he lied, leaning in to kiss her, “I wouldn't dream of it...”

The two fennecs lay there in just their fur, holding each other nice and close and basking in the sweaty warmth they shared, in the taboo secret they now kept, and in the memory of bringing each other sweet, blessed pleasure. Bryon shivered as their lips met once again, for he found he could taste himself on Leigh's tongue, and wondered if she could still detect herself on his. With his aching need sated (for now), Bryon found he was much more focused on the emotions he was feeling as he kissed his sister. He'd been fighting the draw he felt for her, denying it even existed, for so long, he almost couldn't remember what it was like when she was just his sibling. And now? Now, he'd confessed to it all (even the panties thing!), exposed his soul, and she had rocked his world by doing the same. The longing he felt for Leigh didn't feel weaker now so much as less insistent. It was like now that he'd finally admitted to himself how he felt, now that he'd held her in his arms and told her he loved her, the longing was satisfied to rest comfortably in the back of his mind, never far from his thoughts, but no longer overpowering everything else. Once they broke off the kiss, Leigh hugged him tight, resting her chin against his shoulder, and sighed contentedly... before sniffling. 

	“Are you okay, Leigh?” he asked, softly. 
	“Oh yes,” the vixen replied immediately, sounding a little self-conscious as she did so, “Sorry, it's just...” She sniffled again. “...It's just that – that I never thought that I would actually get to, umm, be with you like this... I figured my idea to seduce you was crazy and would never work, but I – I couldn't not try, eh? But then you felt the same way, and then we started kissing, and – and now we're naked and we've fooled around together and I'm holding you a-a-and...” Sensing that she was getting a little agitated, Bryon began to rub her back.
	“Deep breaths,” he whispered. Leigh paused a moment to take his advice, and he could feel her relaxing again in his arms before she finished.
	“...It's really happening, big brother, I put myself out there, and it worked, and now it's really happening!” Leaning back, she hit him with a beautiful smile even as what Bryon now realized were tears of joy welled up in the corners of her eyes. 
	“It felt like it all happened so fast,” she murmured, “and now we're lying here, and I've got time to think, and all I can think about is you, and me, and how goddamn lucky I am... I love you, Bryon, I love you so much!” 

Before Bryon could return her affection, Leigh giggled, blushing slightly.
	“L-listen to me ramble,” she said, averting her eyes and reaching up to brush one hand through her hair, from her forehead straight back through her bangs. “I must sound like a crazy person...” As her ears lowered with embarrassment, she started to move away, but the tod tightened his grip, holding the slender female in place. 
	“Hey, don't be talking like you're alone in all this,” he said, moving one hand around to her front and poking her in the chest... right above her naked cleavage. “I've got all these crazy new feelings flying around in my brain like there's a fuckin' tornado up there, and I – I barely even know how I feel because I'm too excited to hold a thought for more than like two point eight seconds.” He began toying his finger up and down, rubbing the short fur on her chest, before slowly sliding off to the side, onto one of her soft breasts. The smallest smile appeared on Leigh's face as her brother's digit casually began to circle her boob, juuuuust outside of her nipple. 
	“A part of me thinks I've just lost my fuckin' mind, that we're both completely certifiable for wanting each other like this,” he continued, calmly, as if he hadn't noticed what his hand was up to, “But fuck that, I may have been fighting this for – for way too long, but I know what right and wrong feel like, and sis? Nothing has ever felt as right as kissing you. Nothing. So ramble all you want, because I'm right there beside you, and I know exactly how you feel.” He grinned widely, showing off his teeth. “I love you too, Leigh, with all my heart.” Leigh made a quiet, adorable mewl as she was (as she would put it) overcome with Feels, and Bryon glanced down, as if finally noticing his hand, which stopped its circling. As Leigh looked down at it, Bryon lifted his finger and poked her directly on the nipple.
	“Boop!” 
Laughing, Leigh pulled him in close and kissed him again. 

Tails wagging, churring and giggling, brother and sister kissed and cuddled and hugged and nuzzled and many other wonderful things, holding each other close and rolling about the bed. Bryon was quietly surprised when, during one particularly deep smooch, Leigh moved a hand down from the small of his back onto his butt, taking a firm grip of one buttock and then giving it a squeeze. Somehow, it had never occurred to him before that a girl could be as interested in his butt as he was in hers. He found he kind of liked the attention, shivering as she continued to grope his rump. For his part, he slipped a hand up between them and cupped one of her breasts from below, holding his breath in case she was mad he hadn't asked first. When the vixen didn't initially respond, Bryon silently thrilled at the very idea that he could touch his sister's naked tit at will without his entire world ending as a result. But when Leigh reached up from his ass and took hold of his wrist, his ears shot down and he broke off the kiss.
	“I – I'm sorry...” he started to say, but Leigh ignored this, pulling his hand off the underside of her boob... and moving it up to hold it from the front, so her nipple would get some attention. As she calmly returned her hand to his rear, Bryon grinned delightedly, and re-captured his sister's lips with his own. 

After a long, blissful while, Leigh broke off their latest kiss. 
	“Hey, big brother,” she said, the least sensual way she'd spoken those words all day, “Do you think we could go get something to eat?” She started to get up, but the tod playfully pulled her back down to the bed and wrapped her up in his arms, going so far as to roll over so that she was pinned underneath him, with his forearms beneath her supporting their weight. As his tail wagged delightedly, Bryon smiled at her.
	“Nope. Sorry, we're never getting out of this bed again,” he teased, matter-of-factly, “We live here now.” At that moment, Leigh's stomach rumbled. It wasn't that loud, but since they were pressed together, he could feel the mild vibrations against his own tum. 
	“C'mon, Bry, I barely ate anything at breakfast before I outed myself as having a thing for you and bailed,” she said, “Let's go get some lunch.” Craning his neck up, the diminutive male looked over at the clock next to Leigh's bed, and was shocked to discover the time. 
	“How the hell is it not even noon yet?” he muttered, “Feels like it's been like three days since breakfast...” He hadn't meant that as a counter-argument for her request, but the vixen shrugged beneath him.
	“Okay, so it's too early for lunch,” she said, “We're on vacation, let's do brunch.” 

Bryon snickered. 
	“I've always kinda wanted to do brunch,” he said, “Alright, but we should shower first.” As the siblings finally separated, Leigh pouted.
	“Aww, come on, I'm hungry...” she whined, “Can't we just go?” It was Bryon's turn to shrug. 
	“Well, we could, but we might run into Mom and Dad... and I bet we reek of each other.” He managed not to smile at the way his lover's eyes grew as wide as the proverbial saucers, and she covered her mouth with both hands.
	“Oh my God! You're right!” she gasped, “Fuck, eating can wait, there's no way I'm facing our parents while we smell like sex!” 

The tod reached out and took her hand as she started to stand up. When Leigh looked over at him with an obvious question in her eyes, Bryon grinned self-consciously.
	“...One more inappropriate touch?” he asked, giving her the Adorable Fox Eyes, “For the road?” She smirked.
	“Alright, fine, just one,” she said, in mock resistance. Grinning, Bryon reached out and cupped his hand unsubtly over his little sister's vulva, taking one last moment to savour the feel, the warmth, the wetness, and then gave it a squeeze. Leigh shivered as he pulled his hand away. 
	“Ooooh, I love it when you do that,” she admitted, as they got up, “Feels all possessive, eh? It's really hot, in a sort of... primal, caveman kinda way.” As they walked to the bathroom, Bryon noted that casual comment away for future use, and Leigh looked at him thoughtfully. 
	“You know, it's just as well that we decided not to live in bed,” she mused, “This place charges by the day.” The tod just laughed. 

It wasn't until the two fennecs reached the bathroom door that Bryon realized there might be an issue. 
	“Oh!” he said, stopping in his tracks, “Uhh, you can go first, and then I'll shower after.” Leigh frowned just slightly. 
	“I don't know, I'm hungry,” she said, “Kinda don't want to wait around. You know, I can think of a way we could speed things along... You wanna come wash my back for me?” The small, shy smile she sent his way made Bryon's eyes widen. 
	“Sweet Jesus yes,” he blurted out, blushing as she giggled. The two fennecs stepped into the bathroom together, and the tod locked the door behind him more out of habit than necessity. 
	“N-now, remember,” Leigh said, in a strange combination of 'nervous' and 'stern', “just my back, no touching the front! This isn't a stealth invitation to shower sex...” 

Bryon had been aware that this mad path they were venturing down together was almost guaranteed to result in the siblings having sex, but it had been a general thought, a distant understanding, right up until Leigh said those words. At that moment, his mind suddenly conjured up the image of the two of them in the shower, soaking wet, Leigh's back pressed up against the cool tile wall as Bryon drove himself into her again and again, brother and sister moaning and panting as the water cascaded down over their heated bodies. This started him really thinking about the significance of what it was they were doing together, but externally, he just nodded.
	“Of course,” he murmured, managing not to stutter, “No problem.” 

The anxious male had never shared a shower with another person before, and he quickly discovered how cold it was when he wasn't standing directly under the water, but that eased a bit once the small room steamed up. Despite what they'd already done together, he found himself feeling strangely nervous as he reached out to rub body wash and fur shampoo into his sister's back, but soon enough, he was rubbing up and down her slender body, building up a lather and working the froth into her pelt from the back of her neck all the way down to the tip of her tail, while Leigh took care of the more fun parts of her body. It was like this, with her fur pressed down from being soaking wet, that her brother gained an appreciation for the contours of her shoulder blades and the rest of her back. If anything, Bryon was even more nervous when they switched places, but he nearly instantly realized how relaxing it felt, like having someone massage you while you bathed. He swore she spent more time on his butt than she needed to, though...

There was something kind of warm and sensual about sharing a shower with his sister, but Bryon did not feel the same way about the two of them squeezing into the much smaller dryer booth together. They both found the tight confines amusing, though, and they took the opportunity to hold each other a little more, at least before they had to turn to face the other way so their chests could dry off. As they stepped out, Leigh got distracted for a moment by the full-length mirror set into the wall, which Bryon only noticed because he thought it was odd, given that the mirror was totally obscured by steam. He didn't mention it, though, because soon they stepped out of the bathroom and headed off to retrieve the clothes they'd discarded in their passion. As he sat down on his bed to pull his boxers on, Bryon's tail flicked against something unexpected.
	“Oh, uh, you left your panties on my bed,” he said, self-consciously lifting the garment up. Leigh, who'd been putting her bra back on, looked over and made a dismissive gesture. 
	“I'll put on a fresh pair, those were soaked when I took them off,” she said, blushing slightly, “Heh, I bet anyone with an Inherited nose could smell them if I walked by...” 
	“Well, what do you want me to do with these?” he asked, working the moist, blue-green material between his fingers. Leigh looked up, having retrieved a fresh pair of snow-white panties from her belongings, and grinned at him. 
	“You're the pervert, you hold onto them,” she teased. Bryon blushed, wanting to protest, but there was a reason he was holding the panties at arm's length, and it wasn't because he was afraid of catching cooties. 

Leigh giggled again, perhaps at the look on his face, and went back to dressing. Bryon waited until she was facing away from him, then held her underwear up to his nose and gave a defiant – if quiet – sniff, shivering with taboo pleasure as his sister's natural perfume teased at his nose. Quickly setting the panties down, the tod sighed and went to retrieve his shorts. 
	“Hey, um, Leigh?” he asked, after a moment. 
	“Mmmm?” she murbled, slipping her dress over her head and basically being done. 
	“I was thinking... “ he continued, “Do you think we could, um, put a, a rain cheque on the, you know, the... sex? Like the actual, for-real sex?” That certainly got her attention. 
	“Oh! Y-you're not having second thoughts, are you?” she replied, visibly concerned, but before he could answer, she shook her head and added “I mean, of course we can, I'd never want to, ah, pressure you or anything, it's just that... I thought you were super on-board with it.” 

	“No, no! It isn't that!” Bryon replied quickly, “It's just... This is all going really, really fast, eh? I mean, a couple hours ago, I was fighting like hell to not be attracted to you, and then suddenly everything does a 180, and now we're kissing, and cuddling naked, and showering together, and we've gone down on each other, but at the same time I still feel kinda guilty when I look at you when you're not looking! I-it's just a lot to process, so I was thinking maybe I could, uh, take a day to work through it?” Leigh nodded sympathetically.
	“Of course,” she said, “I think I'd appreciate that too, to be honest... Um, are kissing and cuddling and touching still good, though, or...?” A small smile appeared on the tod's face. 
	“Sure,” he assured her, “but maybe we should, you know, restrain ourselves to this room? I don't wanna know what Mom and Dad would do if they caught us making out...” Leigh grinned a bright and innocent smile, which of course immediately put her brother on red alert for mischief. 
	“Got it,” she said, “No kissing outside this room.” The statement seemed pretty airtight, so Bryon just smiled and retrieved his shirt. 
	“Come on, let's go get some brunch,” he said. 

And so, with a much more intimate understanding of each other than they'd ever held previously, brother and sister left the room, their tails brushing against each other behind them as they walked, as if they couldn't bear to go without some kind of physical contact for too long... and once again, all was quiet and peaceful in room 914. This time, it lasted for about an hour before housekeeping once again paid them a visit. As it happened, the first maid to enter the room happened to be a bloodhound, who smirked the second she crossed the threshold. 
	“Uh-ohhhhh...” she said in an amused, sing-song voice. She gave her partner, a slightly overweight chicken, a knowing look, and the two women chuckled and began to gossip in the local tongue while they worked in a room that would still smell faintly of sex and pheromones even to someone without an Inherited sense of smell. They tidied up as they had before, and opened the back windows to air the room out a little bit before taking their leave, still grinning. With those windows open, a pleasant breeze wafted into the room, allowing air that didn't smell like teenaged incest to flow around and freshen things up. The distant sound of revelry on the beach did nothing to interrupt the peaceful atmosphere in the room while no one was in it. 

Later that day, as the sun was approaching the horizon, the fennecs came back to their room.  Bryon looked grumpy, and there was a large light brown stain covering the front of his shirt. Leigh, for her part, looked delighted with herself. 
	“How are you still smiling?” Bryon muttered, peeling his shirt off, “This is all your fault, you know, you could at least look like you're sorry.” 
	“But Bry, this is my regretful face, can't you tell?” she lied, “And it's not like I hurt anything.” Despite himself, the tod snickered, shaking his head as he glanced down at the slight bulge in his shorts. 
	“You've been making me crazy, you know that?” he asked, rhetorically, “I thought it was bad enough when you were just being sexy at me, but to have you touching me all day...” 
	“I dare you to look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't enjoy it,” she replied, calmly.
	“No thank you,” Bryon said smoothly as Leigh giggled, “I don't think I will.” Ever since they'd left for breakfast, Leigh had been teasing him relentlessly; any time she got a chance, any time no one was looking, she'd suddenly lean in and nip him on the ear, or brush her hand along his arm, or gently touch his rump, right up to and including a number of occasions where she'd just done away with subtlety entirely and groped his package through his shorts. But, true to her (extremely specific) word, there had been absolutely no kissing.  

The tod suspected that those memories would remain vivid for years to come, the way he'd been startled at the feeling of a hand caressing his penis or giving his scrotum a gentle, affectionate squeeze, never for more than a split second at a time, and then looking up, heart pounding like a jackhammer, to find that sexy, playful smile on his sister's face...
	“Besides,” the vixen said, “It's not like you didn't touch me, too.” 
	“Only because you started it!” Bryon said, trying not to feel like a child, “I mean, no one could tell you were wet, but I had to spend half the day trying to hide my hard-on!” He'd gotten her back plenty of times, of course, waiting until she was looking away and then slipping a hand under the hem of her dress, teasing her through her panties, one fingertip quickly running up the length of her slit and brushing her clit before escaping. 
	“By the way, you should soak that shirt in water,” Leigh added, ignoring his complaint, “Don't want the coffee to stain.” Bryon nodded absently at the advice, walking over towards the bathroom, but pausing at the door to look back at her. 
	“I still can't believe you grabbed my dick when Mom and Dad were right there,” he said,  “I thought I was going to drop dead of shock.” 
	“I could tell!” Leigh laughed, “Look, Bry, I'm sorry you spilled the coffee all over yourself, my bad for doing it while you were drinking, but come on, they both looked away to check out that stupid bird, how could I not take advantage of that moment?” The slightly sticky male pointed at his lover and grinned.
	“Not needing subtlety anymore has made you a dangerous woman, sis.” 

In the bathroom, Bryon put the plug in the sink and began filling it with warm water before wondering if he was meant to do it with cold. Shrugging, not hugely worried about the shirt, he opened both taps at once and split the difference. Poking at his chest fur and finding it ever-so-slightly tacky to the touch, he made a face. 
	“I'm gonna take a shower,” he called out, “I'm still kinda sticky.” Before he could do more than turn towards the shower, the door behind him opened wide and Leigh hurried in, locking the door behind her. 
	“Leigh?” he said, surprised. Quick as a flash, Leigh stepped up close and embraced him from behind, leaning in close and beginning to kiss at his neck. Bryon's arms twitched as he felt the morphic instinct to protect his throat, but instead, he kept his hands down at his sides and tilted his head back. Exposing one's vulnerable spots to one's mate is a particularly powerful show of trust amongst canine-descended morphics, and fennec foxes were no exception. 
	“Before you do that,” she murmured, “I believe you owe me one, big brother...” He swallowed. She was emphasizing the title again, which could only mean one thing.
	“O-one what?” he asked, watching as his sibling's slender hand trailed down his abs and onto his shorts, squeezing and fondling him through his clothes and giggling musically as she discovered he was still at half-mast after being teased so much today. 

Leigh unzipped her brother's fly and slipped her hand into his shorts, and Bryon put up no resistance as she tugged down his boxers and tugged his penis and testicles out into the open. 
	“You promised that I could watch you come,” she reminded him, as her fingers curled around his manhood, “Time for me to collect on that promise.” She began to stroke his cock, and Bryon groaned softly. 
	“I – I thought that meant that when we were doing it, y-you wanted me to, y'know... pull out and...” Leigh laughed again as he trailed off self-consciously.
	“And shoot your load all over me?” she asked, “That's so porny of you, Bryon! Hey, come on over here...” With a firm hold of her brother's tool, Leigh lead the blushing male across the room, to stand directly in front of the full-length mirror. Resting her chin on his shoulder, Leigh churred delightedly.
	“Therrrrre we go,” she murmured, “Now I get a nice view from both sides!” 

Bryon tried to hold back, to make her work for it, but after being teased all afternoon, his penis instantly responded to her touch, rising from half-mast to his full pride in a matter of seconds. As his erection grew in her hand, he saw Leigh shaking her head behind him in the reflection. 
	“I still can't believe how big it is...” she whispered, “I'm impressed I could get it all in my mouth...” The tod felt himself pulse in her hand, and Leigh giggled happily at how responsive he was. She tapped one finger against his tip, and saw it come away moist. 
	“Pre already?” she asked, “Ohhh, baby, you really do need it... Well, just relax, your little sister's gonna take good care of you...”

The tod shuddered in his lover's arms, at least as much from her playful, cooing tone as from the glorious friction of her soft, silky skin stroking his aching prick. 
	“Ohhh, Jesus...” he moaned, relaxing in her arms and surrendering to his sister. 
	“That's it,” Leigh whispered, moving up to nibble on one of his sizable ears, “Good boy...” Biting his lip to hold back another moan, shivering at the feeling of her lips and teeth playing along the thin skin of his ear, Bryon couldn't take his eyes off the mirror, where he could actually see Leigh behind him with that excited, lustful smile on her face, and trace her arm down from her shoulder all the way down to his rigid, straining dick. Glancing down at his real cock and then looking back to the mirror, Bryon swallowed.
	“Y-you know... next to your hand... it does look k-kinda big,” he admitted, to Leigh's delight, “B-but maybe it's just that you're really small...” The vixen chuckled. 
	“I bet you're the only guy at this hotel who can't take a compliment about his cock,” she said, “It's not just anything, my big brother has a big dick, and that's all there is to it...” She giggled excitedly. 
	“...And I'm the only one who gets to play with it,” she whispered in his ear as she gave him a squeeze, “Alllll this, just for me.” Shuddering again, Bryon grunted, his erection throbbing against her soft fingers once more. This time, both of them just watched as a droplet of pre-come drooled down to the floor. 
	“I knew it,” Leigh teased, “you do love it when I talk like that!” 

Bryon was beginning to feel self-conscious about how easily Leigh had made him melt in her arms, like she'd found a switch on his back and flicked it over to 'submissive'. There was just something about her eager, playful voice that was making him crazy on a deep, primal level. Maybe this was the universe getting him back for teasing his dog friends with 'good boy' talk. 
	“C'mon, s-sis, I – hnngh! – I'm still sticky...” he said, touching one hand to the matted fur on his chest, “Let me clean off the c-coffee first, at least...” 
	“I think I like you just as you are,” Leigh whispered in his ear, practically purring, “Besides, you're only gonna get sweaty again, so why not wait until I'm done like a good boy, so you'll only have to wash up once?” Yep. It was definitely karma. 
	“Ohhh God...” he groaned, as she nibbled on his neck again. After a moment, Leigh began toying with one of her brother's nipples with her free hand, but when it failed to get much reaction other than making him inhale a shuddery breath, her hand roamed elsewhere, curiously exploring his body, looking for secret sensitive spots. 

The siblings fell silent as they watched the spectacle in the mirror for some time, as Bryon grew more and more fidgety, as his breath gradually became shallower and his pre began to flow more freely. The tod's hand moved towards his belt, but to his surprise, Leigh casually smacked it away.
	“No.” She murmured it calmly, matter-of-factly, as if he were a domestic trying to get into the garbage. 
	“I'm just t-trying to get my shorts off...” he said. 
	“I know, but, uh...” She paused a moment and averted her eyes from the mirror, staring down at his prick so she didn't risk eye contact. “...Doing it while you've still got clothes on is kinda hot.” Bryon filed that away for future teasing too (something which was starting to become something of a habit), but he couldn't exactly be smug about it, not while she was still stroking his needy, drooling cock. Feeling strangely emboldened by his sister's self-conscious expression, Bryon took advantage of her not looking at his reflection to reach behind himself, and without a hint of warning, he carefully lifted up the hem of her sundress and slipped his hand down the front of her panties in a single smooth motion. Leigh tensed up and gasped as he gave her pussy a tender squeeze, finding it once again heated and moist to the touch. 
	“Ohhh!” Leigh moaned, immediately grinding against his hand, “Fuck... Oh, th-thank you, big brother, this has been m-making me so fucking hot...” Encouraged, he pressed his middle and ring fingers to her slit, and he shivered at the sensation of his little sister's labia parting to allow the digits to push into her wet, velvety warmth. Leigh whimpered as he began fingering her, while brushing the heel of his hand back and forth across her clit. He wasn't actually sure that last bit felt good, mind you, but then he was rather inexperienced and he was doing his best.
	“Yes... yes... don't stop, Bry...” Leigh panted, shuddering against his back, “Hnfff! Ohh, you're such a good boy...” To Bryon's chagrin, he felt a tremor of submissive pleasure run through his own body at those words; somehow, even when she was begging him to finger her, Leigh was the one wearing the (metaphorical) pants. 

The two of them fell back on gasps and whimpers and moans as they feverishly worked each other, Leigh's hand sliding up and down her brother's stiff prick, its skin glistening with the pre-come which now flowed freely, and Bryon's fingers delving deep into his sister's slick pussy, rubbing along the walls even as they clenched down on the welcome intruders. When Leigh broke the silence again, it almost startled Bryon, who'd been lost in the pleasure. 
	“I've wanted to watch you come for so long, b-big brother,” Leigh whispered. The playful, mischievous smile had fallen away from her face, and Bryon realized that these particular lewd words weren't just about turning him on. “I... I dreamed about it, got k-kinda fixated on it... I actually used t-to daydream about, like, hiding in your c-closet and watching you touch yourself...”
	“B-but why?” he dared to ask, even as he struggled to hold back the pleasure that so desperately wanted to escape. 
	“I don't know, I – I guess I wanted to s-see you blow your load and... and to know that it was me and only me that w-was making you do it,” she murmured, “that I was the only girl on your – aahn! – on your mind...” Bryon let out a whine, shuddering hard as he struggled to hold back the inevitable. Listening to Leigh's soft, gentle voice saying such profoundly sexy things was making him as crazy as her scent had. As if she'd heard that thought, he felt her free hand join his for a moment in her panties, then slip back out – so she could smear her juices against his nose. 

	“Gaah!” he cried, tensing up and almost coming right there and then as her pheromones tickled the primitive parts of his brain. 
	“Oh, p-please come for me, B-Bryon, please?” Leigh whispered to him, “Show me I'm your f-favourite girl, Sh-show me how good I'm making you feel, j-just let go, and come for me!” The trembling male moaned, and his lover licked his cheek and asked “A-are you getting close, big brother?” But Bryon could not answer, for at that moment, he succumbed to her warm, gentle stroking, to her playful, sensual voice in his ear, and to the scent of her arousal, which had grown almost as strong as his own in this small room. Tensing up in Leigh's arms, Bryon let out a low groan as pleasure burst forth within him, as his prick began to throb in his sister's soft hand, as he was overwhelmed by a powerful climax. Leigh gasped, her mouth forming a perfect 'o' in the mirror as her brother's dick began spurting hot, creamy semen into the room in long, ropey strands; the first two shot forth with such force that they splattered directly against the glass surface of the mirror, partially obscuring the view as the rest of his load fell a little short, falling down to the tile floor with audible plaps. 
	“Yes, you are!” Leigh cried excitedly, answering her own question as she watched her sibling ejaculating with something close to awe, “Ohhh, you're s-such a good boy for m-me, B-Bry, such a very g-good boy...” But the word 'boy' trailed out into a long moan of her own as Leigh began to shudder against Bryon's back. As her vagina began to clench and spasm around his fingers, he realized, even through the haze of his release, that Leigh was enjoying an orgasm of her own. He kept his fingers moving within her, his palm heel rubbing against her throbbing clit, just as she continued stroking his cock while he spilled his seed as if she wanted to milk him dry.

When the pleasure finally eased off, Bryon suddenly felt weak, his knees practically buckling on the spot. Leigh yelped as his weight suddenly fell back against her, and they lowered themselves to the floor in a more-or-less controlled manner, leaning back against the wall side by side and panting together. Leigh's hand still kept a firm grip of her brother's penis, as if she were reluctant to let it go. After trying to catch his breath for a few seconds, Bryon turned to look at her and smiled.
	“That... that was amazing, sis,” he said, “10/10, Would get ambushed in the bathroom again.” The vixen giggled tiredly and nuzzled at his cheek. 
	“Good,” she said, simply, resting her head on his shoulder. After a moment, Bryon lifted his own hand, still glistening with her juices. 
	“...Did you really come just from watching me come?” he asked, amused. 
	“Wh-what? No!” Leigh insisted self-consciously, “I – I was just more turned on than you realized... and you're really good at getting me off!” 
	“Oh, okay,” the tod replied with a smile, his tone making it clear he didn't believe it for a second. Leigh blushed and pouted at him, then went back to leaning against him. When he'd finally softened down to half-mast, she let Bryon's penis go with a gentle pat, and then casually licked the sperm off her fingers as if her brother wasn't right there watching her do it. 

Once they'd gotten their strength back, Bryon stood up and finally took his shorts off so he could shower. 
	“You know, I do kinda wish you'd let me clean this off first...” he murmured, touching the sticky fur on his chest again.
	“Oh yeah?” Leigh asked, as she used some toilet paper to clean up the jism she'd coaxed out of him. 
	“Yeah... that was so good, I'm afraid I'm gonna get a boner every time I smell coffee again for the rest of my life!” Caught off-guard, Leigh laughed delightedly. Bryon finally got his shower while Leigh went and made herself more presentable, choosing this time to keep the panties she'd climaxed in. When asked about that by her brother, Leigh gave him one of her most playful smiles. 
	“Well, if we're not going back out, I don't need to worry about any fancy-nosed bystanders noticing the scent of how wet you made me,” she teased, calmly, “And it feels wonderfully naughty to wear the panties you made me come in, big brother...” Bryon shivered, swallowing a moan. If he hadn't gotten off so recently, that one sentence probably would have made him start getting hard again. 

They moved to Bryon's bed, because it hadn't yet been disturbed by their taboo experimentation. As he sat down, picking up the remote control, Bryon gave his sister a dubious look.
	“Are you sure you don't want to go out somewhere?” he asked, “Music and dancing? Fine dining? Long walk on a moonlit beach?” Settling down next to him, Leigh grinned and churred softly to her lover. 
	“There's no place I'd rather be than right here with you,” she murmured, caressing his cheek. Smiling back at her, the tod flicked the TV on, and they began looking for something to watch. Only a few of the channels were in English, which helped narrow it down, and they ultimately threw on a family-friendly adventure movie. It didn't really matter what they were watching, after all. Neither of them could miss the similarity to that first night they'd started to fall for each other, the night they watched Old Yeller together. So the nostalgia both brother and sister felt as they sat together watching TV had very little to do with the movie itself. Within moments, their hands sought each other out, and it wasn't long at all before they once again found themselves in each other's arms, at least as focused on the cuddling as they were on the TV. 

A while after they'd gotten comfortable, lying on their sides and spooning, Leigh broke the silence, turning her head just enough to glance back at Bryon. 
	“Hey, uh... you remember when you said something like 'With an ass like that, even if I was gay I'd still want you'?” she asked, softly. 
	“I seem to remember it sounding smoother and more charming than that,” Bryon deadpanned, “But yes.” 
	“Well, I was thinking... I had that whole crazy plan to tease you until you couldn't stop thinking about me during this vacation,” she reminded him, unnecessarily (as that was a detail he would cherish for the rest of his life), “But since you said that, I keep thinking... what if you had been gay? Then I would have just been harassing you all week and it wouldn't do anybody any good!” Blinking slowly, Bryon looked away from the TV and regarded his little sister, but as far as he could tell she wasn't building up to a punchline. 
	“Look, I just, uh, I never considered that you might not like girls when I started that little plan of mine,” she continued, “And I wanted to say that that was really inconsiderate of me.” Another moment passed as Bryon took a deep breath.
	“Leigh. Are you apologizing for a hypothetical situation?” he asked, “Because, uh, you know I'm not gay, right? I wasn't imagining you were a dude or anything...” He could tell even as she avoided looking back at him that she was blushing. 
	“Er... I'm hypothetically apologizing?” she said, sounding a bit more self-conscious. The tod chuckled and tousled her hair. 
	“Then I hypothetically accept your apology,” he replied, “on behalf of the theoretical gay version of myself.” Leigh laughed and shook her head.
	“Well, okay, you say it that way, sure I sound crazy...”  

They continued watching, and they continued snuggling, but Bryon was much more confident in his ability to recall the way Leigh's cheek felt against his own than in his ability to follow the plot of the film. At one point, he glanced at his watch, looked off into the middle distance, and frowned.
	“I'm trying to remember,” he murmured, “Is it ass o' clock in the morning back home right now, or is it like the middle of the day?” Leigh shot him a quick glance and gave him an incredulous look. 
	“Man, I don't know, I'm on vacation!” she said, flippantly, “Why?” Bryon began running his hand up and down her slender arm. 
	“I was thinking about making all my friends jealous by sending 'em a picture of me with the hottest girl in the country,” he replied, as casually as you like. The vixen snickered and shook her head. 
	“Oh, yeah, I bet that'll do wonders for your rep,” she teased, “You should definitely do it.” She made a noise of not-entirely-pleasant surprise when Bryon responded by actually pulling his phone out. 
	“Hey! I was kidding!” Leigh protested, trying to snatch the phone out of his hand as he pointed it their way, “Don't you dare tell all your friends we're together!” Bryon laughed and continued waggling the phone about, careful to keep it just out of Leigh's reach. 
	“Look, I told those guys I was gonna pick up fly hunnies while I was out here,” he said, matter-of-factly, “It's hardly my fault if the flyest hunny for miles around just happens to be you.” Leigh giggled again, making a face.
	“On the one hand, I'm flattered,” she mused, “But on the other hand... I already told you not to say 'fly hunnies' again, it makes you sound like when Dad tries to be cool.” 

Bryon gasped exaggeratedly, grabbing at his chest and sucking in wheezing breaths. 
	“Oh God, oh Jesus,” he panted, “The pain... I – I've never been owned that hard before... I think I owe you money now!” The vixen smiled beatifically at him and brushed his hand with her fluffy tail. 
	“I love you too, big brotherrrrr...” she said in a sing-song voice. When he'd calmed down, one of Bryon's ears twitched curiously.
	“You know what... maybe if I...” He held up his phone again, but before Leigh could complain, he turned it around, framing an image of their feet mingling together by the bottom of the bed, the TV in the background showing a local commercial for what Bryon was reasonably sure was orange juice. As the phone chirped out a tinny approximation of a proper camera's aperture snapping closed, Bryon grinned.
	“Oh, this is perfect,” he said, “My feet, girl feet, and no identifying features...” After a moment, he shrugged. “I mean, unless one of my friends has, ah, had time to study your feet for some reason, I ain't judging...” Caught off-guard, Leigh snickered in amusement before she had time to stop herself, which took a lot of the edge off of the annoyed glare she followed it with. 

Leigh chose not to dignify his salacious implication with a response, and Bryon went back to cuddling, rubbing his hand along her shapely thigh as they watched the film,  which was approaching its conclusion. 
	“Leigh?” he said, quietly.
	“Yes?”
	“This movie kind of sucks.” 
	“Yes,” Leigh agreed, nodding solemnly, “Yes it does.” They managed to keep from laughing, but both siblings were grinning as they looked conspicuously away from each other. When the credits rolled, Bryon bent forward to kiss his sister on the cheek again.
	“What do you wanna do now?” he asked, carefully. He'd gone through quite a bit that day, felt a bit tired, and he honestly wasn't sure whether he hoped his sister wanted to fool around or not. Rolling over so that she was lying on her stomach atop him, Leigh smiled. 
	“You know what I like after lying down for a while? The hot tub,” she said, “Makes your muscles feel so good...” The tod swallowed, feeling weighed down by how comfortable he was sharing a bed with her. 
	“I don't know, little sister,” he replied, softly, “It's all the way downstairs, and it's probably closed by now...” Leigh waved dismissively.
	“Naaah, the pool has hours, but the hot tub and the sauna are open twenty-four hours a day.” She grinned at him. “I checked.” Bryon was still hesitant, and as he tried to think of a polite way to turn her down, she evidently read this on his face. Leaning in a little closer, her eyes narrowing slightly, Leigh whispered to him.
	“It'll give me another excuse to wear that bikini you liiiiike,” she teased, caressing his cheek. Despite himself, Bryon shuddered at the mental reminder of how hot Leigh was in that swimsuit. 
	“You're on.” 

This was the second time that week the Medoras had gotten changed into their swimsuits, but this time, rather than slipping red-faced into the bathroom, they changed clothes right in front of each other, both fennecs grinning and continually sneaking glances at each other as they moved unnecessarily slowly. For that matter, the tod suspected that Leigh normally wouldn't do so much stretching to go sit in the hot tub. Bryon only stopped his leering when the sight of his little sister's naked body turned him on to the point where he started to get hard. Realizing how embarrassingly obvious it would be if he got fully hard in his swimming trunks, he reluctantly looked away and studied the carpet. Once they'd gotten changed, Bryon stepped into his flip-flops and grabbed a towel. He was reaching out to open the door when he felt his sibling's delicate hand slip into his own. With a shy smile, Bryon lead the way out of the room, and the young lovers headed off, holding hands... which once again rendered the room quiet and peaceful. 

This time, the period of calm was a relatively brief one, just a bit over half an hour, and then the lock clicked unfastened, the door swung free, and the diminutive foxes stepped into the room, damp and giggling, unable to keep their hands off each other as they kissed passionately. Bryon had draped his towel over his shoulders, and now that they were back at the room, he shrugged it off onto the floor, to which Leigh made a noise of approval. She'd wrapped her own towel around herself at the waist, and she now untied it and let it drop, puddling around her ankles. As Bryon took his little sister into his arms again, captured her lips, he let one of his hands slide down her body, and he slipped his fingers under the narrow band of fabric that wrapped around her hip. He didn't move to touch her anywhere lewd – not yet – he just liked the feeling of touching the shapely vixen's naked fur where it was normally covered by her admittedly not-very-modest swimsuit. She clearly liked that, because she churred to him and slipped one hand down the back of his trunks, taking hold of the base of his tail. 
	“God, you're so, so beautiful when you're all wet like this,” he murmured, breaking off the kiss as he ran his other hand through her damp, crimson hair. 

Leigh giggled even as she pressed her cheek against his hand. 
	“Pun intended?” she asked. Bryon paused for a moment, realized what he'd said, and then laughed. 
	“No, but I'll take it,” he said, “I mean it both ways, after all...” She squeezed his tail, and he felt his rump reflexively clench down, which was a bit of an odd feeling for a guy who'd never done much exploring under his own tail.
	“Good,” Leigh replied, her voice low and sensual, “because I was wet before we even got to the hot tub. I just... It's this stupid bikini,” she laughed, self-consciously, “I just kept thinking about how you – you got off to m-my scent, and it got me so turned on...” She sighed exaggeratedly and folded her ears down a little. 
	“God, how did you turn me into such a pervert?” she complained, without any real aggression, “I blame you for this, big brother...” 
	“You got me,” he deadpanned, “I've been secretly corrupting you for months so that you would seduce me and think it was your idea. Now I've got you right where I want you.” 

He leaned in to kiss her again, but a finger popped up between their mouths at the last second. Backing off, he saw that Leigh was giving him a Look and her ears were down with irritation.
	“Not. Funny.” Lowering his own ears apologetically, Bryon shrugged. 
	“Okay, that might have been a touch too far...” he admitted. “Sorry sis, no more jokes about grooming you.” He moved the hand on her hip, and one of hers shot down to pin it in place before he could slide it onto her rear. 
	“Are you saying that because you're sorry, or are you saying that so you can keep touching me?” Leigh asked suspiciously. Bryon paused a moment, sensing that 'Why not both?' was not the correct answer in this situation.
	“...Well, little sister, the fact that I really, really want to touch you doesn't change how apologetic I really am,” he said, carefully. He smirked at her before continuing. 
	“Really, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I mean it.” The vixen regarded him carefully for the better part of thirty seconds, and then she relaxed, letting go of his hand and reaching up to embrace him back as her brother's hand slid onto her pert rump, his fingertips teasing under her swimsuit. 
	“Okay,” Leigh said, satisfied, as she nuzzled against her lover's cheek, “That's better.”

When they broke off the embrace, the fennecs slipped into the bathroom, taking turns getting blasted by the fur dryer to get the dampness out of their pelts. Once they both emerged from the bathroom, they both grinned at how fuzzy they'd become and shared a hug. After savouring that hug for a little bit, Bryon caught Leigh by surprise by sweeping his arm down low and scooping her into his arms. He wasn't very big, but then she didn't weigh very much. Leigh yelped and instinctively clung to her big brother as her footing disappeared, and as she blushingly glared at him, Bryon carried her over to his bed and laid her down. He started walking around to the other side of the bed, but paused by the foot. 
	“What?” Leigh said, looking up at him. Bryon swallowed, resisting the urge to rub at the back of his neck.
	“It's just... You're really pretty, lying there with your hair all wild like that,” he said, softly, “I wanted to take a sec to enjoy that...” Glancing to her side, where the tod's phone had been left behind, Leigh smiled shyly.
	“Well, if you take a picture, it'll last longer...” Bryon smiled but shook his head.
	“I'd love to, but the idea of someone finding a sexy pin-up of my sister on my phone...” Pouting, looking a little more hurt than Bryon had expected, the vixen crossed her arms over her chest and looked away.
	“Don't talk like that,” she scolded quietly, “N-not yet, anyway...”

The fuzzy male realized that it wasn't just his comment that had touched a nerve with Leigh, it was the reminder that once this vacation was over, this whole 'secret sibling love affair' thing was going to become much more difficult. Empathizing with her situation, he just nodded.
	“Okay, sorry,” he replied, simply, before deliberately trying to get her to think about something else. “Could you scootch over a little? I think I'm going into cuddle withdrawal over here...” She giggled at that, a small smile returning as she made room for her brother to join her on the bed. As he knelt over her, he made a point of really savouring the moment as he bent down and slipped his arms around her, of really focusing on how it felt to embrace his sister and hold her the way he'd longed to for so long. Rolling onto his back, he pulled Leigh partially atop himself. Nuzzling against her cheek, Bryon closed his eyes and churred quietly. 
	“Mmmm... I don't remember the last time I felt this... content,” he whispered afterwards, “I think this is what a vacation is supposed to feel like.” Leigh chuckled tiredly and licked the side of her lover's muzzle. 
	“Personally, I was hoping that this is just what incest feels like,” she replied, “I could get used to this...” Holding Leigh close, lazily rubbing his hand up and down her back, Bryon went back to churring, and this time, he was pleased when the vixen returned the sound. The bed was soft and clean and comfortable, and holding his sister's warm, fuzzy body against his own was like having the world's most perfect teddy bear in his arms. The tranquil tod sighed happily and relaxed every muscle in his body, intending to just savour the sensations for a few minutes...

Room 914 suddenly became quiet and peaceful once more, but only because its inhabitants had accidentally fallen asleep in each other's arms during their after-soak cuddling session. The two fennecs squirmed and moved in their sleep, not enough to jar either of them back to consciousness, but enough to get them fairly dishevelled. Their chests rubbing together pushed Leigh's bikini top up juuuuust enough to expose one of her nipples, which stiffened under the friction it received from rubbing against Bryon's fuzzy torso. Meanwhile, the tod was doing some stiffening of his own as his penis slowly grew to its full pride, his erection forming a blatantly obvious tent in his swimming trunks, which wasn't done any favours by the fact he was lying on his back, leaving his hard prick jutting straight up in the air, barely contained by the waterproof materials. When he inevitably rolled onto his side a few minutes later, it came to press against Leigh's pelvis, and the vixen's shapely though short legs twitched as she whimpered in her sleep. 

Between being put through the emotional wringer and the physical activities he'd been engaging in that day (and not just the naked activities he'd been enjoying with his sister), Bryon had actually been much more tired than he realized, and it seemed his lover was in the same boat, because the two of them ended up sleeping for several hours. When he groggily awoke, the tod was genuinely baffled as to why it was suddenly so dark, his mind helpfully conjuring up the suggestion that perhaps a massive spacecraft was hovering ominously over the resort. That thought, and its blatant aping of Independence Day, evaporated from his mind as his eyes were drawn to the softly glowing numerals of the clock sitting next to Leigh's bed. 
	“Shit!” he hissed, his sizable ears folding back so fast they made an audible whup. As if he were a character in a slightly specist joke, this movement pushed air against his slumbering lover's face, tickling her whiskers, and it was this 'breeze', more than the gasped profanity, that caused Leigh to stir. 
	“Mmmfff... Whuzz wrong, Bry?” she mumbled, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. A visibly agitated Bryon responded by leaning back, putting his arm around his surprised sister, and pointing across the room towards her bed.
	“It's 3:41 AM, that's what's wrong!” he said, shame tingeing his voice. 

Leigh certainly seemed surprised, but her ears remained upright. Well, mostly upright, she was still kind of spacey from sleep, and one of them pointed off to the side like it was still snoozing. Normally, Bryon would have found such a detail adorably endearing, but right now, he was irrationally stressed out, so he barely took notice of how cute that was. 
	“Ohhhh, God,” he groaned,  pressing his hands against his eyes, “We just had a 'good night's sleep' starting right after dinner, like we were – like we were old people or something! We slept on top of the covers! We didn't even change out of our swimsuits! Gaaah, why didn't we do that when we got in the fur dryer?!” Evidently, Leigh knew him well enough to recognize when he was running away with himself, as she reached out and began to rub her brother's back. 
	“Hey hey hey hey hey!” she said to get his attention, “It's okay, big brother, slow down, take deep breaths!” He didn't reply, but he did take her advice, breathing slowly and deeply even as he wanted to let out undignified canine whines and a variety of loud, abrasive noises seemingly unique to foxes. As he focused on his breathing, Bryon's jackhammer pulse began to slow down, and his muscles relaxed. He hadn't realized how tense he'd been... 
	“That's it, that's it Bryon, just calm down and take a step back,” she whispered to him, beginning to lightly 'chop' her hands against his back, tracing his spine down to the base of his tail. The anxious male was almost positive she was just mimicking part of the complimentary massage they'd received on day one, but he still appreciated it.

	“Okay, so it's... what did you call it? Ass o' clock in the morning,” she acknowledged, “It's not the end of the world.” Bryon swallowed.
	“I know, I know, but you're not supposed to sleep like that...” he muttered. Leaning forward, the vixen let her arms drop down from his shoulders and link up in front of his chest, while she rested her chin on one shoulder. Hugging him like this from behind, Leigh nuzzled against his cheek.
	“That's true, but it's not a law or anything,” she murmured, “Nobody even knows about this, so even if it was a crime, we're not gonna get punished for this... any more than you're gonna get punished for eating your cute little sister out and making her scream your name.” He shuddered at her soft, gentle words, even as he continued fretting. She was good. 

Grinning self-consciously, he shrugged. 
	“I m-mean, when you put it that way, maybe it's not so bad...” he said, failing to sound casual. Leigh made a soft sound of amusement and kissed him on the cheek without saying anything. Closing his eyes, Bryon stopped thinking about how improper their timing was and how it would throw his sleeping schedule completely out of whack, and instead focused on the physical sensations as Leigh hugged him from behind and touched his chest while she planted kisses on his cheek and neck. It didn't feel like it had last night, like she was trying to turn him on, it felt like she just wanted to comfort him, to let him know she was there for him. Shivering for less lewd reasons this time, the tod let out a long sigh and let go of the stress, feeling it starting to dissipate. 

	“...Thank you,” he said, after a long, quiet moment, “You've, uh, always been good at that, sis.” Kissing him on the side of the throat, Leigh casually cupped one hand directly over her brother's pectoral muscles, and Bryon suddenly became extremely aware of his nipple. 
	“I know you,” she replied, “the romance may be new, but you've been the most important person in my life for a lot longer than I ever realized...” She moved up and planted a kiss on one of his ears as they slowly stood up again.
	“I love you,” she whispered directly into that ear, so softly he doubted her voice would carry five feet. Placing his hand atop hers on his chest, Bryon looked back over his shoulder at her and smiled.
	“Love you too,” he replied, giving her hand a squeeze. 

After a bit, when it was clear that Bryon had really calmed down, Leigh released her embrace and leaned back, and Bryon turned around to face her on the bed. Glancing down, he finally noticed her exposed breast, and smirked. 
	“I see you slept comfortably,” he said. Leigh looked down at her bare mound and the hard nipple poking out into the night air, and smiled, doing nothing about it. 
	“And how!” she agreed, happily, “Falling asleep with you was another item on my bucket list, even if the timing was a bit off.” She paused for a heartbeat, then added in a much softer tone, “You can look if you want, you know... I like it when you look.” 
	“It's good that I like to look at you, then,” the tod replied, happily, as he took the opportunity to openly stare at his sister's perky teat. While he ogled her, tilting his head from one side to the other as if memorizing the details, Leigh spoke up again, her voice betraying not so much as a hint of the happy blush spreading across her face. 
	“So, since we're up, what do you want to do?” she asked. Without looking away from her tit, Bryon made a face. 
	“That's kind of the problem, isn't it?” he replied, sighing, “It's too late to start drinking or partying, and it's too early to do anything else. I don't think the breakfast bar even opens until five.” 

Nodding understandingly, the vixen took a moment to think and then stood up, stretching. 
	“Well, I know one thing,” she said, “I'm tired of sitting around in this bathing suit, so I can at least take care of that.” Even seeing it coming from a mile away, Bryon still suppressed a whimper as Leigh stripped out of her bikini right in front of him, peeling off her top and exposing her other breast, giving Bryon the luxury of options. He couldn't help but swallow as his little sister casually turned away from him and bent over, sliding her suit bottoms down her thighs and exposing her slit and rear entrance once more. The vixen took a moment to step out of the suit, and Bryon drank in the view of her treasures, accented perfectly by her tail, which had hitched straight up as soon as it was free of the swimsuit. Standing up straight again, the shapely femme turned around and smiled fetchingly at her lover. 
	“Here, hold this for me,” she said innocently, as she handed over her bikini bottoms, “I'm gonna go freshen up.” 

Bryon could tell from the grin on her face that Leigh knew what she was doing. She hadn't handed over the top from her swimsuit, just the bottoms, which were still warm in his hand from the heat of her body. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she knew exactly what he was going to do. But that didn't mean that he wasn't going to at least pretend to be civilized, so he waited until the playful vixen had slipped into the bathroom and locked the door behind her, and then he brought her bathing suit up to his muzzle and took a curious sniff. He now knew it as a pale imitation of Leigh's scent when sampled directly from the source, but it was still strong enough and intoxicating enough that he shuddered immediately, moaning softly as he felt that familiar rush from his sister's pheromones. He couldn't be sure, but it felt like the scent was stronger this time, and the tod wondered if something had gotten her juices flowing while they were 'napping' together. Bryon groaned through the material as he imagined the beautiful female dreaming about making passionate love with her big brother while she lay in his embrace. Leaning back on the bed, he squeezed his cock through his own swimsuit, and quickly decided to follow his lover's lead, lifting his ass off the bed and pulling his trunks off in an ungainly fashion that wasn't helped any by his refusal to free up the hand holding Leigh's bottoms to his nose. 

Now comfortably naked, Bryon leaned back on the bed, sniffing his sister's swimsuit like a common pervert (a label he was growing increasingly comfortable with over the course of this vacation) and lightly stroking his penis with just the tips of his fingers. He didn't actually want to beat off, he was just aiming for a little stimulation while he waited. Thinking about Leigh, the tod recalled that he'd left his clothes in there when he got changed into his swimsuit, and he imagined his beautiful sister, locked in the bathroom, masturbating enthusiastically while holding his boxers up to her nose. Bryon found it difficult to imagine that his personal scent could be that exciting for a girl, but then, a few short days ago, he would have found it difficult to imagine exactly how exhilarating he would find Leigh's scent. So, with a little bit of creative licence, it was fairly easy for him to imagine his little sister right where he'd been a few nights ago, whimpering with pleasure as she worked her fingers in and out of her sopping pussy, her juices spilling out and dripping to the floor beneath her... At that moment, the door to the bathroom finally opened, and Leigh re-emerged, just in time to watch Bryon groan, his prick throbbing just once in his hand as a drop of pre-come oozed out of his tip. Immediately grinning widely, the playful redhead clicked her tongue and put her hands on her hips. 
	“Tsk, tsk, tsk, getting started without me, that's not very gentlemanly...” 

Bryon wanted to protest that he hadn't actually been planning to finish, but the naked vixen was already walking over to him. Reaching out and plucking the bikini bottoms out of his hand (and away from his nose, which immediately pined for them), Leigh grinned graciously.
	“Thanks for holding that for me, big brother, but I can handle it from here.” Looking him dead in the eye, she then tossed them over her shoulder, and despite how casual she made the motion look, they landed directly on her discarded bikini top, over on her bed. Bryon just stared, surprised,  which gave Leigh an opportunity that she took full advantage of, reaching down and swiping her forefinger across the end of her brother's penis, carefully picking up the warm pre. Holding it up near her eyes and examining it nonchalantly, the shapely vixen made sure the tod was watching, and then licked it off her finger with a single flick of her tongue. 
	“Oh Jesus, I hit the fucking girlfriend jackpot...” Bryon sighed, and Leigh just laughed adorably. 

At that moment, Bryon happened to be lying at the edge of the bed nearest his lover. Leigh, rather than walk around to the other side, as he expected, suddenly bent down low and crawled up over him, close enough that her hanging breasts dragged across his chest as she crossed him.
	“'Scuze me,” she said, calmly, before bapping him in the face with her tail as her hips passed over him. Re-orienting herself, Leigh lay down next to him and stretched, crossing her arms behind her head and sighing comfortably, leaving her entire body on display. Since the playful female had already told him she liked it, Bryon let his gaze freely roam across her compact form. 
	“You are so far out of my league...” he murmured, shaking his head, “Even if you weren't my sister, I think I'd be confused if you were attracted to me.” Regarding him with an amused look, Leigh raised an eyebrow.
	“Are you kidding me? You're a hottie, Bry!” she said, “I mean, I'm a fennec, just the fact that you're not looming over me or twice my weight is really attractive to me.” The tod swallowed, once again feeling irrationally resistant to taking the compliment, but she did an excellent job of making those feelings evaporate by rolling onto her side and draping one arm and one leg over her brother's body in a decidedly possessive manner. 
	“Even if you weren't my big brother, you'd still be a stud,” she murmured, her leg 'accidentally' brushing against his erection, “And you're all mine...”

As she nuzzled her face against his shoulder, Bryon shuddered from head to toe, swallowing to wet his suddenly dry mouth. 
	“...Sis?” he asked, after a moment, “Is, uh... is it tomorrow yet?” Leigh giggled delightedly. He smiled rather self-consciously as she lifted her head, blushing for the first time in a while.
	“Well, it is after midnight,” she replied with a gentle grin, “Does that mean you're... ready?” Keeping his ears upright through force of will, Bryon slowly nodded.
	“Y-yeah, I – I think so,” he said, trying to sound confident and being about halfway successful, “Thank you for waiting...” Leigh reached up and caressed his face.
	“Of course,” she replied gently, “Um, so... how do you want to do it?” The inexperienced male worked his lower lip between his teeth, thinking. In movies and videogames and stuff people just sort of... started kissing and then fell into bed in a fit of passion, there wasn't much discussion beforehand. Of course, in the movies and videogames that he would admit to being familiar with, falling into bed was immediately followed by a fade to black, and then a cut to the next morning, and a discretion cut was hardly what Bryon was hoping for. As Leigh reached out and placed her hand on top of his penis, Bryon shivered pleasantly again.
	“Ah, how about you, you know, get on top, do it cowgirl-style?” he suggested, trying to hide a shiver of excitement as the image crossed his mind. The vixen frowned just slightly.
	“Hmmm... I was kinda hoping you'd be on top,” she replied. 
	“Oh yeah?” he said, his curiosity instantly piqued, “Why's that?” Leigh began to blush and lowered her ears a little. 
	“...Because it's my first time, big brother,” she whispered, “A-and I'm kind of nervous...” 

Bryon inhaled sharply, surprised by her words and deeply aroused by the shy, submissive way she'd said them. 
	“It's supposed to hurt, right?” she continued, self-consciously, “So whenever I imagined it, you were on top, holding me close, because I... I feel safe in your arms.” Swallowing again, Bryon managed to keep the shake out of his voice.
	“I didn't know you were still a virgin,” he admitted, “...I sort of thought that was just me.”  She shrugged.
	“I don't exactly advertise it,” she replied, “Some guys take that as a challenge, ugh...” Looking into his eyes, Leigh smiled. 
	“But you, you've been a perfect gentleman, even asked for time to make sure you were ready instead of just blindly trying to get in my pants without thinking things through.” Leaning in, she planted a kiss on his snout. 
	“I love that about you,” she whispered, as he brushed a lock of red hair out of her eyes.  Bryon smiled back, caressing her cheek. 
	“I love you too,” he murmured back, “And if you want to feel safe in your big brother's arms,” – here Leigh began to giggle – “Then who am I to say no?” 

The hand resting against Bryon's tool lifted up, the slender fingers curling around the rigid shaft, and Leigh kept a firm hold as Bryon slowly pushed himself up to all fours, crawling over her as she rolled onto her back, her hair once again spreading into a messy crimson halo framing her face. The look in her eyes was both needy and nervous, but Bryon could see that when she looked at him, Leigh felt reassured, and that meant the world to him. His heart already pounding like he'd just run around the block, he ached to take this beautiful female, but he forced himself to move slowly, to take his time and not screw this up. Taking a deep breath, the virginal vixen averted her eyes from his long enough to raise her knees up to her chest and spread her legs, opening the gates to the garden and offering herself to him. 

	Holy shit, Bryon thought to himself, this is really going to happen. He'd spent so long trying to pretend he didn't want to fantasize about this exact thing that he was a bit floored by the idea that it was actually coming true. He lifted one hand to reach out and touch her body, unsure whether to start with Leigh's soft breasts or caress her slit to get her nice and warmed up – but as soon as he reached out for her, a thought fell into place and made him tense up, hesitating.
	“Wait – wait, fuck!” he groaned, “I – we can't do this, Leigh, I forgot to get a condom first!” Even as the diminutive male tried to remember if the small pharmacy built into the hotel building was open twenty-four hours, his lover reached out and caressed his cheek. 
	“It's okay, Bry,” she whispered a little self-consciously, “Don't... don't worry about it.” Bryon looked over at her in surprise, his ears pointing straight up in curiosity. 
	“Don't worry about it?” he repeated, “You mean, you're on the pill or something?” Leigh smiled and scratched at the underside of her brother's muzzle, making him churr quietly. She kept going, though, and Bryon felt his right foot between to twitch. He really, really liked being scratched behind the chin, and if she kept it up, his leg was going to start kicking randomly like a domestic dog getting his belly rubbed! Fortunately, before he could embarrass all fennec tods everywhere, Leigh leaned in and kissed her brother, pulling him closer towards her. With her tongue in his mouth, Bryon found he was much less inclined to worry about anything at all. 

Relaxing in his sister's arms, taking the kiss in a slow and tender direction, Bryon reached down and began to rub his hand back and forth across Leigh's stomach, s-l-o-w-l-y winding his way south. He enjoyed the subtle squirming and tension he felt in his lover's body as his fingertips drew further and further down her body, until finally, he reached her mound. Bryon began to rub and tease at his sister's outer lips for a moment, before slipping a single finger between her folds and stroking her inner walls, shivering as he actually felt her growing warm and wet at his touch, her need for him growing by the second. It distantly reminded him of coaxing a fire out of glowing embers. Shivering against him, Leigh squealed with pleasure, and Bryon let out a shuddery sigh as he felt her velvety-soft channel clenching down on his fingers.
	“Oh, oh, Bryon...” Leigh whispered, clinging to him. The tod was no expert, but it certainly sounded like she was ready to him. 

Bryon took a deep, even breath to centre himself, and then he adjusted his position, reaching down and taking hold of his hard dick with fingers still damp with his sister's juices. Nervousness and excitement wrestled it out in his head as he moved down between Leigh's widespread legs. The short male had to swallow a moan as he felt the tip of his cock press against his sibling's glistening labia, shivering at the moisture and intense warmth he felt at even this light touch. No sooner had their flesh come into contact, though, before Leigh tensed up and raised a hand to his chest.
	“W-wait!” she cried out. Even as he ached to take her, to finally be one with her, Bryon listened to the civilized part of his brain and immediately stopped. When they made eye contact, Leigh had her ears down submissively and had a shy, embarrassed expression on her face, a far cry from how she'd seemed when she casually made her brother hers in the bathroom the previous night. 
	“Bryon, I... I...” she murmured, struggling for words. Resting his weight on his elbow, the tod caressed her cheek.
	“Hey,” he whispered, “what happened to the confident woman who went and stole my heart?” She smiled a little at that, but averted her eyes for a second.
	“I'm just really nervous, and...” she admitted, before meeting his gaze again with a visible effort. Swallowing nervously, Leigh gave him a plaintive look.
	“Just... please be gentle, big brother... okay?” she asked, “It's my first time, after all...” 

Hearing Leigh say 'please be gentle, big brother' gave Bryon déjà vu to a handful of the dreams he'd had about her, and sent a sinful tingle of pleasure running down his spine to the tip of his tail. He managed to keep the reaction subdued, though, and leaned forward to kiss her on the forehead. 
	“Of course,” he breathed, “I love you, Leigh.” 
	“I love you too!” she said with a little more confidence, as he moved his arm and braced himself properly again. Once again lining up his manhood with her entrance, Bryon smiled as Leigh placed one of her hands over the one he was leaning against the bed, holding on tight. 
	“Ready?” he asked softly, “Because here we go...” Later, he would wish he'd thought of something cooler, suaver, and/or more romantic to say at this pivotal moment, but Leigh would assure him his conversational skills hadn't been her foremost concern at that moment. 

Breathing deep once again, Bryon uncertainly pushed his hips forward, moving slowly and carefully. Almost immediately, he ran into a flimsy-feeling barrier, and after meeting Leigh's eyes and smiling at her reassuringly, he applied a little more muscle and shoved through the membrane in a single quick thrust. Leigh cried out wordlessly and tensed up, clinging to him with a whimper, and Bryon let out a long, shuddery breath as he continued the movement, slowly driving himself inch by inch into the slick channel until both siblings moaned softly at the sensation of Bryon bottoming out, his rigid prick buried to the hilt in his little sister's tight, welcoming pussy.

Bryon swallowed a rather profane exclamation as brother and sister sacrificed their virginities to each other, needing to make sure his lover was okay before he let himself focus on how (very, very) good it felt. Once the pain hit Leigh's eyes, she'd bent forward and pressed her face against his chest, so he couldn't exactly read her very well at the moment. 
	“Y-you alright, Leigh?” he whispered, “Was that t-too fast?” He actually felt the younger fennec take a deep breath, her chest expanding beneath him, before she leaned back, resting her head on the pillow again. 
	“...I'm okay” she breathed, sounding a bit less enthusiastic than before, “That just... it really stings.” She managed a small smile that didn't quite meet her eyes, and Bryon smiled back supportively. Her muscles still felt tense, and Bryon sensed that he needed to get her to relax somehow. He sure as hell didn't have the sexual experience, but maybe it was his brother's intuition. 

	“Okay, then let's just chill for a second,” he replied, “Talk about the weather.” She snickered and bapped one hand softly against his shoulder.
	“Bryon...” she muttered. Winking at her, he bent down – careful not to move his hips as he did so – and licked her nose. 
	“Okay, so forget the weather,” he said, “I get it, you wanna talk about how my humongous cock is stretching out your poor little pussy, right?” Leigh snorted, clearly caught off-guard. 
	“What!” she replied, “I – I never used the word 'humongous', you –” Suppressing a laugh, he casually interrupted her.
	“Oh, I see how it is, first you make a big deal about how big it is, but then once I accept that, then all of a sudden I'm being ridiculous...” Leigh began to giggle, and Bryon grinned delightedly as he felt her body relaxing beneath him. This time, her smile definitely reached her eyes.
	“...Let's compromise,” she said, after a moment, “I'll settle for 'sizable'.”
	“What about 'gigantic'?” Bryon haggled, his tail wagging behind him. Narrowing her eyes as if carefully reading him, Leigh cocked her head to one side.
	“I'll go as high as 'huge', but that's my final offer,” she replied, playfulness leaking into her voice.
	“We have a deal,” said Bryon. Reaching up, Leigh began to run her fingers through her brother's hair. 
	“Excellent,” she replied, “now shut up and kiss me!” 

This particular smooch was relatively brief, just a quick show of taboo affection between them, a fleeting tease of their tongues against each other. In fairness, they had much more interesting things to focus on.
	“So, how are you feeling now?” Bryon asked, once he'd pulled back. 
	“Better,” the vixen replied, her tail flicking against the mattress beneath them, “...Thank you for waiting.” Bryon made a face.
	“Oh, pshaw,” he said, dismissively, “What kind of man would I be if I didn't give you all the time you needed?” She smiled at that, and the tod lowered his voice conspiratorially, as if they might be overheard by the zero other people in the room. 
	“Hey, Leigh,” he murmured, “how does it feel to be the girl who got me?” 
	“Got you?” the vixen repeated, raising an eyebrow. 
	“Yeah! Out of all the girls in the world, you're the one who got to pop your big brother's cherry,” he explained, “How does that feel?” Leigh shivered under him, which had the pleasing side effect of causing her channel to squeeze down on his shaft. Bryon swallowed a groan of pleasure as she smiled at him with an expression on her face that was curiously shy, under the circumstances. 

	“...It feels great,” she whispered, “like I said, I had that big plan to make you want me, but I never really thought it was gonna work... I never really thought I was gonna get you in bed like this...” She shook her head and closed her eyes. “I made such a big deal earlier about wanting to be your girlfriend, not your sister... but God, I – I can't stop thinking about how it's my big brother inside me... filling me up... stretching me out... It makes me so fucking hot, and I feel like such a deviant...” Bryon caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers.
	“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I can't stop thinking about how tight my little sister is,” he replied, grinning, “and Jesus, hot is right...” He licked her nose playfully. “Wet, too.” 
	“That's not the kind of hot I meant,” Leigh giggled, and he licked her snout again. 
	“Oh, that's okay,” he said amiably, “It's true both ways, sis, it's definitely both.”

They nuzzled against each other for a moment, churring softly, and then Bryon swallowed. 
	“I'm, uh... I'm gonna start moving, okay?” he asked, gently. Leigh bit her lip and nodded quickly.
	“Oh, please do,” she breathed, her grip on his shoulders tightening a little. Suddenly very aware of his rapid pulse, the tod carefully (and probably unnecessarily) braced himself against the bed before pulling his hips back. As his hard dick slowly slid back out of his sister's slick passage, her tight walls dragging against his skin – and vice-versa – Bryon grunted with pleasure, and Leigh whimpered quietly, no doubt for the same reason. The older fennec paused for just a moment when only the tip of his cock was still lingering inside his lover, savouring the anticipation, and then he reversed direction, once again pushing deep, deep into Leigh's heated pussy. This time, there was no resistance at all, and he easily hilted himself once more – and both siblings moaned softly, Leigh from the renewed sensation of fullness (he presumed) and Bryon from the feeling of his sister's vagina fluttering around him as she trembled. 
	“God!” Leigh cried, as her lover bottomed out again, whimpering with pleasure as Bryon grinned at the reaction. 
	“Must be doing something right...” he muttered, before he pulled almost all the way out once again. This time, there was no stopping, no lingering, no hesitation, he just plunged straight back in and kept the movement going. After a few shaky moments, he found a comfortable rhythm, and, letting out his breath with a long, low hiss, Bryon began to properly make love to his sister. 

The two fennecs began to tremble and writhe against each other as the tod eagerly drove himself home again and again, as the vixen's velvety walls spread to make room for his naked, rigid prick. 
	“So fuckin' good...” Bryon growled, gritting his teeth as he shuddered with pleasure. Leigh's soft, supple walls gripped his shaft so perfectly, and the warmth and moisture accented the friction so amazingly, that the enthusiastic male wasn't sure he'd ever be satisfied with just his hand again. 
	“Ohhhh, Leigh...” he sighed, “I – I... This is incredible...” Leigh said nothing, she just moaned non-verbally and slipped her hands down from Bryon's shoulders to grope and fondle her own breasts. Bryon's eyes widened as he took in the lewd sight of his sibling squirming beneath him and rubbing her sensitive nipples as he continued the primal dance they both instinctively knew the steps to. 

His pulse racing, feeling more alive than he had in years, Bryon bent down and recaptured his sister's lips, kissing her with a hunger and passion that still didn't hope to hold a candle to the fire raging in his heart. Leigh was surprised, having closed her eyes to lose herself in the moment, but she eagerly kissed him back, actually growling with need as she slipped one hand behind her mate's head to cup the back of his neck. Bryon had begun to block the rest of the world out once again, his focus slowly tunnelling down until all that existed was the woman in his arms, and to a much lesser extent, the bed gently creaking beneath them as it rocked back and forth. He'd never felt anything like this before – not the friction on his junk (though that was certainly amazing), but this intense, all-consuming need he felt for Leigh. He wanted to hold her and never let go, to lick every inch of her body, to claim her as his own, and he wanted just as badly for her to return the favour! 

Breaking off the kiss, he buried his snout against the supple curve of her neck and breathed in deeply of his lover's scent. By this point, the vixen was so turned on that he was picking up hints of her arousal pheromones even from there. 
	“F-fucking hell, Leigh...” he murmured as she clenched down on him yet again, “You're s-so fuckin' tight...” The diminutive female bit her lip for a moment, indecision clear on her face, and then she blurted out her thoughts, clearly past the point of being embarrassed.
	“Call me... call me little sister!” she moaned, and Bryon let out a sound that was half laugh, half groan – the former from remembering how offended she'd been by that title not too long ago, and the latter from how insanely hot it was to hear her say that as he made love to her. 
	“Oh yes, little sister,” he growled, “I'll c-call you whatever you want... as I make you mine!” It sounded cheesy in his mind, but Leigh moaned again, squeezing down on his shaft as she nipped lightly at his shoulder. 
	“Hnnnngh... Fuck me, big brother, fuck me!” 
And so he did just that. 

A good forty-five seconds of panting and whimpering later, Leigh cleared her throat, and Bryon noticed the younger fennec's gaze was totally fixed on a spot off to the side, towards the door. All the fur along Bryon's spine suddenly stood up, his hackles raising, as he suddenly imagined that their parents had just walked in on them – but when he looked over to the door, his rhythm faltering, he found the same old empty room, not their mother and father  with horrified, offended looks on their faces. He turned to look back at Leigh and ask what was up, but she beat him to it, speaking up while keeping her gaze locked on... whatever. 
	“Um, you c-can go faster, big brother... y'know, if you want...” After speaking, her eyes glanced in his direction, and she self-consciously forced her gaze back away from her lover, which tipped Bryon off that she was simply embarrassed, but was too flushed from their enthusiastic coupling to blush. He laughed again, delighted. 
	“Oh I can, can I?” he teased, “Good idea, sis...” 

Bryon paused in his eager thrusting in order to adjust his position, and he gave Leigh's soft, perky ass a light swat once he was comfortable. The vixen let out an adorable yelp of surprise, and then she gave him a Look – but one that suggested she'd once again be blushing if she weren't so red already. 
	“Don't push it,” she muttered, and Bryon bent down to give her a peck on the lips before he began moving again, this time thrusting harder and faster than before, just as she'd asked for so nicely. Up until now, Leigh had been hunching forward a little, watching her brother's hard cock pistoning in and out of herself, but as Bryon resumed his eager thrusting, she let her head fall back on the pillow, closed her eyes, and moaned, her hands once more moving to grope and fondle her breasts. From his new position, Bryon had freed up a hand, and he placed it on Leigh's belly and just left it there for a moment, as if he were feeling for a kick. Tensing up slightly, the chagrined male took that simile and pushed it straight out of his mind.

In order to focus his thoughts elsewhere, Bryon let his hand drift down towards the point of their union, and he began to rub and tease Leigh's clitoris with his fingertips, trying to remember what had really made her toes curl when he was going down on her. Unexpected as his touch was, even blindly rubbing at her love button seemed to do the trick, as Leigh cried out with pleasure, lifting her legs and wrapping them around her brother's waist. Every time Bryon pushed forward from then on, he could feel her legs tensing up, pulling him in, offering some extra oomph to each and every thrust, as Leigh tried to feel him as fully and deeply as possible. 
	“Ohhhh, God, Leigh...” he moaned, shuddering against her, “This is s-so fuckin' g-good...” Belatedly remembering her request with the part of his brain not yet completely overtaken with pleasure, he added “I l-love you, little sister...” Sure enough, she whimpered aloud and hugged him tight with both arms and both legs, giving him just enough slack to continue making love to her. 
	“I – I love you too, big b-brother!” Leigh panted, nuzzling against him, “It's – it's always been you, Bryon, it's always been you!” He continued to rub and stroke her clit mercilessly, and she continued to whimper and moan at his ministrations. Bryon gasped with ecstasy as his little sister's tight, gripping snatch squeezed its slick walls against him yet again, clenching so hard that for a moment, he was stuck inside her. As she relaxed and he picked up his rhythm again, Bryon distantly wondered if that's what it felt like for a guy with a knot to tie a girl. 

A little while later, both siblings were breathing hard, their pelts glistening with sweat as they writhed and undulated together. Bryon was finding it increasingly difficult to resist the pleasure building within himself, and he moaned as he shuddered his way through another wave of bliss radiating out through his body. He'd once again increased his pace, though neither sibling had spoken of it... mainly because neither sibling had noticed they were doing it, as caught up in the frenzied experience as they were. 
	“Hnnngh... Fuuuuck... s-sis...” Bryon gasped, “I – are you s-sure you d-don't want me to p-pull out? I wouldn't want...” But the lithe female was already groaning in protest, tightening the grip her legs had on his body.
	“No! Don't!” she interrupted, her voice ever so slightly whiny, “P-please, big brother, I w-want to feel it, I've wanted it for s-so long... Let me f-feel you come!” The tod swore under his breath at how close those words brought him to the edge, but his ego wouldn't let him just give in. 
	“Oh, Jesus Christ...” he moaned, closing his eyes and redoubling his efforts, giving it all he had as he drove himself deep into his sister's wet heat, sheathing himself within her body again and again as he continued to fondle and rub her hard, pulsing clit. 

The fennecs kept it up as long as they could, but all too soon Bryon felt his resistance giving out and knew that the moment was upon him.
	“Oh – oh my God,” he panted, “I'm so close, I'm so fucking c-close...” 
	“Yesssss,” the vixen hissed, “D-don't hold back, b-big brother, I want it all...” In response, Bryon clenched his teeth and growled ferally, his mind all but gone as he continued to rut his mate through the vinegar strokes. 
	“I'm right th-there, I – I... oh, little s-sister, I'm coming!” the trembling male cried, arching his back and burying himself to the hilt one last time in his lover's pussy. At that same moment, he felt Leigh tensing up beneath him at his words, letting out a yowl of ecstasy that almost sounded painful.
	“Yes!” she cried, “Oh, Bryon!” 
And with his name on her lips, Leigh joined her brother as both Medoras tumbled off the edge into a powerful shared orgasm.

Bryon groaned with pleasure and relief as his prick began to throb in time with the ecstasy surging through him, spurting hot, gooey vulpine semen deep into Leigh's eager channel with each spasm. At precisely the same time, the vixen's slick inner walls began to clench and shudder rhythmically along her brother's rigid shaft. This extra friction served to coax more and more bliss out of the shuddering male even as the sensation of the creamy warmth he was spreading within her spurred Leigh on to higher pleasures of her own. 
	“I – I can feel it!” she cried, ecstatically, “S-so hot!” As Bryon twitched and shivered above her, the vixen rolled her hips, grinding against her brother's pelvis as if her body couldn't accept that he just couldn't go any deeper. Their mouths somehow found each other in the midst of their mutual climaxes, and the two fennecs kissed passionately, if a little spastically. Bryon was completely submerged in the experience by this point, but somehow, he continued to rub and tease her love button, which twitched and pulsed against his fingertips even as the two foxes writhed atop the bed. The taboo lovers held on for dear life as they came and came and came in a cycle that fed itself, blinded by pleasure as the trembling male emptied his balls into his little sister's spasming pussy. 

Eventually, even this memorable release had to ease to a finish, and both fennecs rolled to the side with a whimper of relief, slumping down and relaxing, their limbs still limply wrapped around each other. For just a little while, they didn't say a word, they just held each other close, their chins resting on each other's shoulders, and basked in their afterglow. Not a single active thought passed through the tod's mind as their pounding hearts and panting lungs slowly calmed back down to normal levels, just a gentle feeling of contentment and closeness with the female in his embrace. Eventually, Bryon leaned back just enough that his lips aligned with Leigh's sizable ears, unnecessarily whispering directly into them. 
	“You hit the nail right on the head earlier, you know...” he murmured, “I tried for months to convince myself I didn't want you... that I didn't love you... but it's always been you, Leigh. It's always been you. You captured my heart, and you never let go.” Kissing her on the cheek, he added, “I love you, little sister.” Whimpering slightly, the vixen nuzzled against him and hugged tighter for a moment. 
	“God, hearing you say that while I already feel so amazing...” she mused, “this is the best vacation ever...” The two of them snickered at that before Leigh continued, saying “Forget that, this must be what Heaven feels like!” Leaning away from her lover so they could see each other's faces, the slender female gave Bryon a dazzling smile.
	“I love you too, big brother, don't ever doubt it.” 

Wanting to get into a more comfortable position, Bryon put one hand on Leigh's hip and gave a tug, his mostly-flaccid penis slipping out of her with a lewdly wet slurp. She made a disappointed sound and pouted as they were separated once more. 
	“Warn me next time...” she muttered, “I was enjoying that...” But Bryon was more concerned with the amount of his sperm that was now oozing out of his sister's vagina.
	“God, there's so much...” he observed, reaching down and giving his testicles a curious squeeze, “I've gotta be running on empty by now...” Leigh reluctantly let him slip out of the grasp of all four of her limbs, but when he lay down on his back, she spooned up against him, breasts pressed into his side and one arm draped over his chest possessively. Grinning at this, he placed his hand on her back and began to rub gently. 
	“That was incredible, sis...” he said, closing his eyes, “I mean, I've got nothing to compare it to, but holy fuck.” She giggled.
	“Such a classy way of putting it,” she teased, “And yet, perfectly accurate.” 

As Bryon idly teased his fingers through his sister's hair, the vixen nuzzled against his chest and churred to him. He smiled, silently agreeing with his lover's assessment: best vacation ever. It felt like every problem he'd ever had was suddenly light years away from bothering him, as he just lay here and enjoyed some quality cuddling time with Leigh. He remembered how tense and worried he'd been at the start of the trip and almost laughed, marvelling at how much better things had turned out than he'd feared. He'd never dreamed his first time would feel like that, so primal, so intimate, so intense... He hadn't even needed to wrap up. Which reminded him, actually...
	“Hey Leigh,” he murmured, without opening his eyes, “How long have you been on the pill? I never heard about that.” Without lifting her face off of his chest, Leigh chuckled tiredly before responding. When she did, her voice was even and relaxed. 
	“Oh, I never said I was on the pill, big brother,” she casually clarified, “I said that you shouldn't worry about coming inside me.”

Because she'd said it as if it were no big deal, it took about three full seconds before Bryon's mind was able to make sense of that simple statement, at which time he belatedly tensed up, lifting his head from the pillow and looking at his lover with wide eyes and low ears. 
	“...Pardon me?” he asked, very carefully. She laughed quietly. 
	“Listen to you, all worried,” Leigh chuckled, “Just relax, Bry, if it comes down to it, you'll make a great daddy.” Shocked by her words, by how laid-back she sounded saying them, and by the very idea that he might have just bred his own little sister, Bryon sputtered incoherently for a moment before he was able to respond.
	“That's not what I meant! Are you crazy or someth... You're messing with me, aren't you?” Still lying down against him with her eyes closed, the vixen broke out into laughter, and Bryon felt his cheeks begin to burn. 
	“Oh, that's very, very funny,” he muttered, pouting, unaware that it just made him look cuter, “Life with you is just gonna be a barrel of laughs...” Finally deigning to lift her head and meet his gaze, Leigh gave him a dazzling smile that made him shiver, despite how hard he was trying to cling to his sulking. 
	“Come on, Bry, I couldn't resist,” she said, “God, I wish I could have seen the look on your face!” 
	“Because you would have burst out laughing if you looked me in the eye,” he said, putting the pieces together from their shared history. “You always were a giggler.”

Seemingly seeing the embarrassment lingering on his face, Leigh reached up and began to caress his cheek. 
	“This is all your fault, you know,” she said, smirking, “I would never do this to a boyfriend, but then you came along and encouraged me to think of you as my boyfriend and my big brother... and teasing my big brother comes as naturally to me as breathing!” That finally got a laugh out of the older fennec, who shook his head and groaned exaggeratedly. 
	“I regret every word,” he lied, in a cheesily grave tone, “What have I unleashed upon myself?” Giggling delightedly, Leigh crawled up the bed just enough to bring them face to face, her fluffy tail wagging behind her. 
	“Nothing you don't deserve, probably,” she mused, pausing to plant a quick peck on his lips, “Given that we're sinful degenerates, the both of us, after all.” Keeping his face deadpan, Bryon nodded as if she'd dispensed some sage philosophy. 
	“Hmmm, true,” he replied as she snickered, “Worth it.” 

This was followed, of course, by a period of time where banter gave way to smooching, brother and sister embracing warmly as their tongues danced and entwined together. It was when this particular kiss was breaking off, when Bryon was looking at his lover's gentle smile again, that the thought finally, inevitably slipped into his mind.
	Is this really okay? I just... I just fucked my little sister! 
Where so many other, similar thoughts had been able to completely take over his mind and fill his heart with worry recently, where so many had been able to make the young fennec fear that he might really be a pervert and a terrible person deep down, this one had a different reaction. Bryon swallowed, mulling the question over for a few seconds... and then he smiled back at Leigh.
	Cool.
It would be the last time he ever questioned the unusual nature of their relationship. 

As they continued to cuddle, Bryon caught sight of the wetness glistening on his lover's thighs.
	“We really made a mess,” he said, unnecessarily, “You wanna go get cleaned up?” 
	“Mmm, I'm comfy right here,” Leigh replied, giving him a squeeze, “This place has cleaning staff, let them take care of it.” The fretful part of Bryon's mind obediently started to conjure up a scenario in which some cleaning lady discovered the love stains on the bed, while somehow knowing that the inhabitants of the room were brother and sister. Even if the room had been made out in their own names, though, Bryon just felt way too delighted to let such an absurd idea bother him, and he batted it out of his mind without a second thought. 
	“Sure, but the sooner we get cleaned up, the sooner we can go out and get breakfast,” he persisted, “And the sooner we get breakfast, the sooner we can... I don't know, come back here and fool around some more?” She began to laugh again, and he grinned. “I'm open to suggestions.” Leigh sat up and stretched – a sight Bryon enjoyed very much – and then winked at him.
	“No, I think you got it in one.” 

The fennecs got up off the bed and without discussing it first, both of them began to slowly pad over to the bathroom, hand in hand. 
	“Gotta admit,” Bryon said casually, “I just came so hard I'm not sure I'll be able to get it up again today...” Leigh squeezed his hand. 
	“I have faith in you,” she teased, “Anything I can do to... help your recovery?” 
	“Oooh, I know,” he replied, “Say 'forbidden lust' again. That was hot.” She laughed, and they stopped in the doorway to the bathroom, as if they were going to be all business once they actually went inside. 
	“Oh, you liked that?” Leigh asked, raising an eyebrow.
	“Mmm, you have no idea,” Bryon churred, “C'mon, I'd love to hear more about how you spent those months of sinfully longing for your big brother...” Feeling bold today, he suddenly took the opportunity to address a personal dream. 

	“...Hey, Leigh, did you ever, ah, have a fantasy where I... took you under the tail?” he asked, trying to make it sound like no big deal. Naturally, she saw through this, her ears lowering just slightly and her cheeks lighting up... as she smiled shyly.
	“Are you saying you wanna try anal?” she asked, cutting to the chase. 
	“Uh, y-yeah! I mean, if you do...” he replied, rubbing at the back of his neck self-consciously. Cocking her head to one side and staring off into nothing as she contemplated the question for a few seconds, Leigh finally met Bryon's gaze again, her expression unreadable. 
	“I'll tell you what, Bry...” she said, quietly, “I'll let you play with my butt... if you'll let me play with your butt.” Immediately, the mental image of Leigh wearing a strap-on dildo popped into the tod's mind... and he found the idea made him curious, not horrified. Blushing a little himself, his grin widened as his whiskers danced. 
	“Deal.” 

With this playful suggestion for their future up in the air, the foxes slipped into the shower together, and after spending just a little bit more time than strictly necessary under the water, they emerged from the bathroom nice and clean, their pelts a little floofier than usual thanks to the fur dryer. Chatting casually about subjects much more common to brother-sister conversations, the two of them got dressed in fresh clothes, spitballing a plan for the more conventional parts of the day, both of them wondering if there'd be opportunities to hold a hand or steal a kiss out on the resort, where their parents couldn't see. Their relationship had changed completely since they'd first arrived here, and it would continue to grow and evolve long after they'd left this place behind, but the joy and love they now shared spread out to the very air around them and filled the room with their passion. This room had seen many such moments over its long existence, though none of them had ever been between a brother and sister before. Either way, the room never gave up its secrets. When Bryon and Leigh left, smiling delightedly, their tails entwining behind them as they walked, they were taking the first steps on a long journey together... and once again, all became quiet and peaceful within Room 914.