​Artie was reclusive on his own already. He spent most of his time in his room, alone, but happy. Content with the company that some good video games and the never-ending stream of content the internet offered gave. As much time as he spent in his room though, he often had to help look after his little sister when his mom went out or worked. He didn’t mind it, he loved his sister of course; however, as they got older, new problems arose. Middle school is a confusing enough time as it is without puberty being thrown into the mix. Unfortunately for Artie, he wasn’t immune to the urges that everyone else had, and so, he spent just a little more time in his room than before. His little sister Kindle was energetic, bubbly, and all too often liked to try to barge into his room. As annoying as it was, he could understand. She just wanted to spend time with her brother, but it always left Artie feeling paranoid when he was tending to himself. 

​For a while, everything was fine. He watched Kindle when he needed to, spent most of his free time in his room or at friend’s houses, the usual. That was, until his mother had gotten a flat tire on the way home from work late one night, and had to spend the night at a friend’s place until morning. Kindle was predictably scared, and clung to Artie all the way until he planned to go to bed. They had separate rooms, but Kindle insisted that she was too afraid and worried to sleep by herself. Artie somewhat reluctantly agreed to let her sleep in his bed, and fell asleep with a warm, happy smile on his face when he saw how much it’d soothed Kindle. That was, until he woke up in the middle of the night with a raging hard-on. Panicked, he shimmied away from Kindle, trying to keep the tent he pitched away from her. But in her sleep, she chased after his body heat automatically. Like she was suddenly a heat seeking Charmander, she followed him until he laid at the edge of his bed, with his sister’s rump pressed up against his clothed erection. He didn’t want to think about how good the pressure against his bulge felt, he just stared straight at the wall, wishing, hoping it would go down. It persisted until he’d fallen back asleep and when he woke to see his sister already absent from his bed, he slammed the door shut and quickly rubbed one out. 

​Artie tried not to think about it for the longest time, reasoning with himself that it was just his body acting like it would have, and that a random boner in the middle of the night meant nothing. The next time he had to watch his sister, he anticipated just another boring night of making sure dinner was done and that she’d gotten to bed on time. Once their mother got off work, Artie returned to his room. The instant he was about to sit down, he heard his mother call out to him from her room down the hallway. 

“Artie! Don’t forget to make sure Kindle goes to bed on time! Oh, and grab her pajamas from the drier!” She called out, the gentle click of a door closing and locking followed. 

Sighing, he stood up from his computer desk and hurried to the laundry room, retrieving the little purple nightgown from the drier. He grumbled as he walked back upstairs and entered his sister’s room, the energetic, bubbly sound of a children’s TV show filling her room. Her room was bright pink, boasted shelves of stuffed animals, and the bed that faced the TV was far too big for a tiny Charmander like Kindle. The sheets were still neatly tucked from when their mom had made her bed earlier this morning, and surrounding the little blue scaled Charmander, was a plethora of stuffed animals that wouldn’t fit on the shelves. 

​Kindle was wearing one of their mom’s old t-shirts that she used as a night-shirt, but Artie knew she’d change into the nightgown now that it was clean. She turned to face him and predictably jumped right out of bed once she saw the nightgown Artie had slung across his shoulder.

“Oo! You washed it!? Thank youu!!” She said, snatching the gown from Artie with a little hop. 

“Nah, Mom did, and she told me to make sure you got in bed on time. So, time to turn down the TV and get into your pajamas, okay?” Artie said, already walking towards the old, blocky TV that sat on her dresser. 

“Okaaaay... “ She whined, but her spirits rose right back up as she threw off the plain t-shirt. 

Artie turned to leave, just in time to catch sight of his little sister standing there, only wearing a little pair of panties as she tried to flip her nightgown right side out. Artie tried not to stare and just walk on out, but he couldn’t help but admire the little curves of her body, the bit of pudge on her belly, and those adorable little thighs. He shook his head as he realized he’d pitched a tent looking at his little sister’s mostly nude body, said a quick goodnight, and ran to his room. 

​Artie slammed the door, and growled to himself as he thought of every unpleasant thing he could think of. Pain, like that time he fell off his bike and ended up breaking his arm in two different places. Sorrow, like the time he got dumped on Valentine’s Day and his ex asked someone else out later that very same day. Disturbing hypothetical images, like his eighty year old math teacher in a bikini. But no matter how hard he tried, his thoughts circled right back around to his sister. He knew he had to do something, but he hated the thought of jacking it to the image of his sister.... He pushed it aside, and swore to himself that he’d never pop a boner around her again. That lasted all of two days. The next time was when he was watching TV in the living room and she’d suddenly pounced on him, settling into his lap to see what he was watching. Artie made up some excuse about going to take a nap and hurried on back upstairs, leaving a confused Charmander with free rein to the downstairs TV while Artie barricaded himself in his room.​

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​Artie growled to himself as he lay there, his pants tenting shamefully. He had to do something; mere contact set him off, and he couldn’t just ignore his sister, he had to babysit her. His claws were already tugging his pants off, pushing them down around his ankles as his cock defiantly throbbed against his belly, despite the attempts to push his lustful thoughts away. As his claw lazily pumped along the length of his shaft, he thought about what he could do. He could just rub one out before he had to babysit her. Make some excuse up, jack it, then rush back down. Even then, it’d be a temporary solution. He growled in frustration as his cock began to throb harder in his claw, pre oozing from the pointed, pink tip. He couldn’t think up a way to get it off his mind, maybe he’d just have to deal with this all the way through puberty… 

​His breaths grew ragged, he was bucking wildly into his claw now, pre splashing all over his chubby belly and chest, so close to blowing all over himself. Just a few more pumps and- 

“Artie!!” His mom called from downstairs. 

He groaned, angrily spitting out a little fireball into the air as he quickly yanked his pants up and wiped his claws on his shirt, stepping out into the hallway. 

“Yes??” He asked, thinly veiling his annoyance at being interrupted. 

“I’m about to go grocery shopping, so I need you to bath Kindle. I’m making pizza for dinner, see you guys in a few hours!” He heard his mom call, followed by the slam of the front door. 

His heart skipped a few beats as he realized what he’d have to do. He had no chance to protest or attempt to change his mother’s mind before she was out the door, and the sound of Kindle hurrying up the steps filled the hallway. 

“Can you start my bath water?” Kindle asked as she skipped the last few steps, nearly tripping over herself in the process. 

“Uh.. Sure. You can bath yourself can’t you? You’re old enough by now. I can just start the water.” Artie said, mentally groaning as he saw the little pout from his sister.

“Mom said to help me bath, so you should help!” She said, immediately switching gears as she turned towards her room. “I’m gonna pick out my nightgown and underwear.” 

​Artie sat there in the bathroom, watching the steaming water slowly begin to fill the tub. As the steam filled the room, he thought about how he could get through this as quickly as possible. A quick bath wasn’t exactly common with her though… The various assortments of bubble baths that lined the lower shelves of the tub were a testament to that. The thought of Kindle’s body, exposed, only obscured by the foamy bubbles of her bath made his slit bulge a bit, so he chased that thought away by adding a cap of rose scented bubble bath to the water. Even after he’d turned off the tap and bubbles covered the surface of the water, Kindle hadn’t walked in yet. He was growing progressively more nervous and impatient as he waited on his sister, tapping his foot as he stood there. The door did eventually open, and Artie averted his eyes quickly, knowing full well Kindle would be nude. He only let himself look again once he heard some splashing. Luckily, the bubbles obscured her lower half, if she stayed like that most of the time, he could contain himself.

“I don’t get what you need me to help you with anyway, you know what to do…” Artie grumbled as Kindle grabbed a wash cloth from the side of the tub. 

“I can’t reach my back, plus, I thought you were gonna bath with me?” She asked, casting an expecting look at him. 

Artie wanted so badly to accept and let himself indulge just a bit, but she was oblivious. She wouldn’t understand what he was doing, it’d be wrong on every level he could think of. 

“I’m too old for that, silly. Just.. let me wash your back, and we can get this finished.” He stammered out, glancing away once Kindle stood up. 

Bubbles slowly slid down her little body, conveniently covering her privates, but leaving most of her body exposed. Artie suddenly wanted to just reach out and squish her belly as he looked at the wet, squishy scales. 

“C’moonn… I won’t tell mom, we can make it quick! You haven’t been playing with me at all!” She protested, the hurt, sad expression she put on made Artie flush with guilt. 

​Artie knew he should’ve politely declined, and just promised to play with her some more, but against his better judgement, he stood and lifted his shirt up off his body. Kindle beamed a smile right after, making Artie think that she’d just put on puppy eyes to get him to spend time with her, but he knew there was some sincerity to the look she gave him. He hesitated as he reached for his shorts, settling to quickly yank them down before he could second guess himself. Finally, Kindle scooted forward and let Artie slide into the tub behind her. 

“Yayy! It’s been forever since we took a bath together.” Kindle said, scooting back against Artie’s belly. 

Upon feeling the squish of his chub, she looked back and giggled, turning around so she could poke and squish his belly with her little claws.

“You’re getting faaaaat~” She teased. 

Artie squirmed and giggled as she toyed with his belly, the plump chub squishing against her claws as she continued to poke at it. 

“Ssstop! It’s very sensitive!” He said between giggles. 

Surprisingly, she stopped almost immediately, and grabbed the washcloth she’d set aside from earlier. 

“Fine, but now you gotta wash my back.” She said, tossing the washcloth to Artie before turning her back to him. 

Artie sighed, slowly working the soapy washcloth down her back. Luckily, as long as he kept his eyes up a bit, he didn’t excite himself too much. He felt a bit relieved at how well it was going, and handed the washcloth back to Kindle. To his surprise though, she pushed it right back into his claw. 

“Now my belly!” She said, making Artie gulp as he scrambled to think of a protest. 

“You can- But- Ya know what? Fine.” He sighed, cautiously moving his arms around her to push the soapy cloth into her pudgy belly. 

Kindle squirmed a bit, giving bubbly giggles as Artie’s claws gently scrubbed the squishy scales of her belly. Artie was trying his best not to let his claws wander or linger in one spot for too long, feeling more and more panicked as he washed her. He longed to let himself squeeze her belly and rub the soap into it more and more, but if he went on for too long she’d get suspicious. As he pulled away, he felt water brushing against his shaft, and glanced down to see he’d gotten to full mast just from washing her belly. 

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​Artie pulled back abruptly, making Kindle glance back to see what was wrong, only for her eyes to be drawn to the pink, throbbing shaft of Artie’s cock that stuck up out of the water.

“Artie? What’s that?” She asked, pointing a claw towards Artie’s erection which he quickly covered with his claws.

“N-Nothing! Nothing at all. Just, ignore it… we’re pretty much done bathing anyway.” He quickly answered, but the curious Charmander just drew closer. 

“Not til’ you tell me what it is!” She demanded, attempting to push Artie’s claws away to get a better look. 

He couldn’t think of a way to dispel the situation, at least not while his libido was clouding his mind. He reluctantly drew his claws away, leaving his throbbing erection exposed. 

“F-Fine, that’s… Well, you know what your privates look like?” Artie asked, getting a nod from Kindle in response. 

“It’s what mine look like, that’s all.” He said, practically jumping out of the tub once he felt Kindle poke at it with her finger.

“But it didn’t look like that when you first got in the tub. It’s all hard.” She commented, giving it another poke before Artie swatted her claws away.

“Th-This is just what happens when I get excited okay?! It’s not right for you to touch it like that.” He said, hoping in vain that it would dissuade the Charmander from pressing the issue. 

“How come?” She asked, watching as his shaft throbbed in the water. 

“It’s- complicated, you learn about it when you’re older. It’s just not something brothers and sisters should do.” Artie whined, trying, but failing to will his erection down. 

“Awwww, but it’s so weird-looking! I wanna touch it!” Kindle yelled. 

Everything in his right mind told Artie to say no, but his body acted almost on its own, slowly scooting closer to Kindle. He looked away from her, his cheeks bright red, and yet, his cock was harder than he could ever remember feeling. 

“J-Just don’t tell mom, okay? Promise?” Artie asked. 

Kindle nodded eagerly, wrapping a claw around his shaft. “Promise!” 

Kindle, being as innocent as she was, didn’t really understand why Artie was blushing so much, but she continued on, rubbing Artie’s shaft, eliciting harder and harder throbs. 

“It’s so warrrm.” She said, starting to let her fingers stroke along the length down to the base. 

Artie was biting back moans, his cock throbbing and jumping in bliss within his sister’s grasp. As inexperienced as she was, her curious rubs felt like heaven against his pent up length. He watched as she let go, slowly leaning in, giving the tip a curious sniff before giving it a quick flick of her tongue. Artie gasped harshly, a thick shot of pre shooting  onto her tongue, prompting the startled Charmander to jump back. 

“Whoa! What the heck is this?” She asked, swallowing the drops of pre that’d landed on her tongue. She made a little face, but she didn’t seem to be put entirely off by the taste. 

“S-Sorry, it, uh… It feels really good when you do that. It just happens when you rub or lick it like that for a little while.” Artie managed to stammer out between labored breaths. 

“Hmm… So, you like it when I do this?” Kindle asked, leaning forward again to give the tip of Artie’s shaft a quick kiss. 

Artie stiffened the instant her soft lips pressed against his drooling erection, a breathy moan finally letting loose as another thick glob of pre oozed out.

“Y-Yes, that’s great… Uh… Ya know what would be great though?” He said, anticipation filling his stomach. 

Kindle was all ears though, her eyes shining curiously. “What?”

“Just, put the tip in your mouth and lick it like it’s a lollipop” Artie said, barely able to get the words out. 

“Okay!” Kindle replied, drawing a bit closer.

​Artie nearly came once he felt her lips wrap around the head of his cock. The hot, wet caress of her mouth was enough to drive him mad without the eager, almost frenzied laps of her tongue all around his sensitive tip. His body tensed and relaxed in the water, his shaft continued to pulse and throb harder and harder. He meant to warn his sister, get her to pull off, or something, but he barely felt his climax coming before he felt the first thick rope shoot into her mouth. He covered his mouth with one of his claws, moaning into it as he pumped thick, hot ropes of his seed right into her mouth. She didn’t pull away though, she continued to lick and lick obediently until Artie pulled her head off his slowly softening shaft. Kindle looked up to Artie, he heard a little gulp, then she beamed an innocent little smile up at him. 

“Did I do good?” She asked, watching intently as his cock retreated into the lips of his slit. 

Artie, still catching his breath, had to wait a few seconds before he could answer.

“I-It was amazing… You’re really good at this…” He said, finally sitting back up. 

Kindle glowed with pride, rushing on over to hop into his lap and wrap her arms around his neck in a firm hug. 

“Yay~! This is a fun game. You’ll wanna play more with me now, right?” She asked, giving Artie another pair of puppy eyes. 

Artie leaned down, smooching her cheeks. “Of course I will. Just remember, it has to be secret between us, okay? No telling mom no matter what. Got it?”

Kindle giggled and made a zipping motion across her lips. “Got it!” 

Artie felt ecstatic, eager to explore a little more with his sister, he let a claw slowly trail down the front of her body and push between her thighs. Kindle didn’t flinch, though she did give a surprised little squeak as his fingers grazed the lips of her pussy. 

“Are we still playing?” She asked, her cheeks turning a little red. 

“Mmhm! I’m gonna show you how good this can feel. Now. stand up for me.” Artie said. 

Kindle, eager to find out what he meant, stood up, her body dripping with the bath water. By now, the bubbles  had mostly dissolved, leaving her plump little blue lips on full display for Artie. He got to his knees, leaning back a bit on them so his head was about level with her crotch. Butterflies filled his stomach as his maw neared her lips, the gentle scent of her slit washing over him. He wanted to be gentle and slow at first, but as his lips pressed up against her slit, he couldn’t contain himself. His tongue pressed hard against her lips, swathing hungrily over them again and again, savoring the taste that spread across it. Kindle was giggling, the foreign, warm sensation tickling her more than anything at first. Though, her giggles slowly began to melt into gasps as Artie’s tongue flicked around, parting her lips, and pushing slowly into her unexplored folds. Kindle’s folds squeezed Artie’s tongue as it pushed in, grazing sensitive muscles she’d never experimented with. This new sensation coursed through her body, making her shudder and gasp, her thighs clamping around Artie’s muzzle. 

​Artie was in heaven, feeling those pleased squeezes, the pressure of her thighs around his face. He pushed his tongue deeper still, eliciting a breathy squeak from his sister as her hands pushed his head firmly against her lips. 

“A-Artie this.. F-feels weird…” She whined, giving a breathy gasp as the last inch of Artie’s tongue pressed into her virgin folds. 

She gave a high-pitched moan, her thighs squeezed the sides of Artie’s head so hard it hurt, but he held on. Her folds squeezed and clamped around his tongue over and over again, her entire body tensed and relaxed over and over. Her grip on him went limp, and as he drew his head back, he could see strands of saliva and her own slick juices connecting his lips to hers. 

​If Artie hadn’t of just blew the biggest load of his life, he would’ve been hard as steel, but for now, he was sated, and his sister seemed to be too. 

“So, how was it?” He asked, slowly getting to his feet as she caught her breath. 

“It felt really, really good… I feel all tingly…” She said, leaning against him for support. 

“Good, maybe tomorrow night I’ll show you something new… And hey, if you ever wanna spend the night in my room? We can play allll night.” He said. 

Kindle smiled tiredly up at him, sighing as Artie rinsed the suds off her body and pulled the plug on the drain. 

“I can’t wait! But I think I’m gonna go take a nap… Can you nap with me? Please?” She pleaded. 

Artie nodded, stepping out of the tub to grab a towel for himself and Kindle. “Sure. I bet you’re tired after that.” 

​After quickly drying off and getting dressed, Kindle insisted on sleeping in Artie’s room instead of her own. So, with his sister clinging to his side, Artie fell asleep with a smile on his face, drifting off to the warmth of her body beside him.