Quickie in the Park




“...and, ugh, could you believe she said that to me this week? I was, like, ‘He’s your fucking boyfriend, not mine anymore, Cindy.’ ”

“Yeah,” Randy said absentmindedly. As he had been doing since they started their walk, he tossed his frisbee a few feet up in the air with one hand and caught it with the other. The boy ferret kept his paws occupied with the flying disc while they walked down the concrete path, anything to stave off the boredom.

Derra paused for a second, glancing sideways at her brother before continuing. “And I told her, ‘If you have to get another abortion then it might be a new world record.’ ”

“Uh-huh...” Randy threw his frisbee up again, almost dropping it when he realized what his sister had said. “Wait, what?”

Derra gave her sibling a punch in the arm, and even through his several layers of clothing it still stung Randy a little. “Just seeing if you were paying attention,” she said with a smirk.

After that little joke, the two teen ferrets continued their stroll through the park in relative silence. It was a crisp, overcast day, and the twins were dressed in puffy jackets to keep their fuzzy torsos warm. Randy was sporting his new scarf, an attempt at being at least a little fashionable for their last year of high school. He had no clue if it was working or not, but after some initial teasing from his sister, she admitted it did look good on him.

Randy transferred the frisbee to his left paw, and gave his surroundings a quick survey. An elderly rabbit couple walking ahead of them, a fox father and his two children playing on the grass, but otherwise no other furs in their immediate vicinity. A pretty well-kept public area, this city park had plenty of trees and bushes, and as they walked through a part of the path particularly thick with plants on both sides, the boy ferret worked up his courage.

Walking side-by-side his sister, Randy moved his right paw outward, barely grazing Derra’s left paw. With his thumb, middle and forefinger, he gave her hand a nice squeeze, so momentary that no other park patron could have noticed. The hairless palm of her paw felt cold given the weather, and even though it was just a few fleeting seconds, he could feel the friction of his fingers lovingly warm the inside of her hand.

He stared forward into the green park, his hand back down at his side, not acknowledging the small act he had just done. It was a gentle squeeze, nothing more, just a quiet reminder how much he cared about his sister. They kept walking up the path, the only sound being the stepping of their shoes on the concrete, the distant yelling of the fox children, and the occasional rustling of the wind in the trees.

Ah, a cloudy, but pleasant day for a—

Seconds later, Randy was suddenly surprised shitless, a scream caught in his tight throat. Derra had stuck her hand down her sibling’s pants, under his underwear, going straight for his junk. He gave her a sharp, sideways glance, but other than the fact that her paw was currently inside her brother’s briefs, Derra looked forward, pretending like nothing was happening.

It was no more than a second. She gave his flaccid dick a quick fondle, cupped his furry balls for a split second, her paw shockingly cold against his genitals. Her paws knew the area well, giving a tug the bit of foreskin below the cock’s head, the most sensitive part. Then she pulled her hand out, shoving it back in her jacket pocket, continuing her walk forward as her stunned brother hung momentarily behind.

What a cruel joke! Getting Randy aroused like that, only to walk ahead and leave him behind with a growing boner in his pants. How should he react? Yell at her? Give her the cold shoulder for the rest of the day? Run up and stick his own paw in her pants and finger her pussy?

The female ferret paused and turned to look back over her shoulder. Randy’s anger faded when he saw the expression on her face, one he had seen plenty of times before: let’s fuck. She had a slight smile, her eyes half-closed, whether from relaxation or simple apathy Randy sometimes had a hard time figuring out.

With a wordless nod of her head she gestured toward an area off the path, her bedroom eyes lighting a fire in Randy’s loins. She turned and walked forward, veering off the path and pushing herself between two bushes. She sunk behind the plants, her tennis shoes crunching on the fallen leaves and dead plants as she entered an unkempt part of the park.

The male ferret gave his environment another look around. He could see a few other furs, children playing on the grass, adults sitting on benches and talking, but none of them seemed to be paying attention to this direction at the moment. How suspicious would it be for two high school-aged teenagers to disappear off the park path into the bushes? Being that the two ferrets looked nearly identical (except one being male and the other female, of course), it was pretty obvious that they were twin brother and sister. Most people probably would just assume they were smoking pot or something, still a risky move.

But Randy didn’t need weed, or any other drug. He had something else that never failed to get him high.

The teen made his way behind the bushes, doing his best to look nonchalant while also being as swift as possible. Using his frisbee he pushed aside branches and bushes, going between a pair of infantile trees, making large, slow strides in an attempt to silence his steps. A few yards in he found himself in a small grassy area in the middle of three or four towering oak trees. It was dark and crowded with plants, but behind him through some branches he could still make out the concrete path they had come from. But no sign of his sister...

“Pssst.”

Randy spun around and saw her. Derra was hiding behind one of the oaks, the boy not noticing her when he stepped into the small clearing. The two simultaneously broke into naughty little smiles, stepping and bringing their bodies together. He wrapped his arms around her puffy jacket, pressing himself further onto her body. Their faces were no more than an inch apart, their green eyes staring deeply into one another.

Derra was the one who broke the eye contact to bring herself in for a kiss. She pressed her lips against his, their chests squishing together as they embraced tighter. His sister’s lips always tasted so good, sweet and cherry flavored from her chapstick or lip balm. They prodded and twirled their tongues together, taking turns going in and out of each other’s muzzles. It felt wonderful to be on her face like this, her breath warm, her mouth so familiar and comforting.

Dropping his encumbering frisbee at the foot of the tree trunk, the boy twin made his hands down the side of his sister’s jacket, bringing his paws to the back of her jeans. As they continued to passionately make out, he ran his fingers through her little tail, playing and twirling with the fuzzy tan-white hair. He sunk his paws under the tail, right on her butt. He squeezed her ass, rubbing his hands over the top of the denim, bringing his paws inside of her back jean pockets.

Their kissing grew more intense, a little more breathy and loud. She was grinding her waist into his, tugging sensually at his jacket and scarf. Randy in turn was squeezing her ass and pulling her tail, taking advantage of the leverage to harder push and rub their groins together. The male ferret was already as hard as can be, his erection painfully pressing against the inside of his pants. He knew Derra was also without a doubt aroused and wet. Randy could imagine it, warm and dripping with her juices, prime for him to enter whenever Derra gave him a sign.

Derra pulled her face off her brother’s, a string of saliva hanging between their pair of lips as evidence of their sloppy make out session. Derra brought her hips back a foot and gave him a look that could only mean one thing. She turned her head downwards, toward her brother’s bulge, and then as if her life depended on it she hurriedly went to work unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. She worked at his fly, her fingers shaky and clumsy from a combination of the cold weather and lust.

With the pant fly spread open, Derra sunk her fingers under the waistband of her brother’s maroon underwear, biting her lower lip in anticipation. She pulled the front of the underwear down, and her brother’s cock sprung out (almost audibly as it was so hard), the elastic waistband being pulled under the teen’s fuzzy brown balls. His genitalia felt cold in the open air, his pink, rock-hard cock hungrily twitching for some attention.

A sound suddenly broke them out of the fiction that this clearing was an impenetrable sanctum, and the twins both jolted their heads toward the concrete path. They both heard something, a laugh or sneeze maybe, but definitely a sound from a not-too-far-off fur.

They were just yards away from the concrete walkway, and though concealed by dense plants and relatively dark lighting, it wasn’t altogether impossible for another pedestrian to peer through the bushes and spot the amorous twins. The distant sound of the laughing fox children continued, as well as the footsteps of shoes against cement as someone was drawing near their hidden spot.

“On the ground,” Derra whispered harshly before throwing herself on the grass. Through the branches of the trees Randy could see a figure walking along the pathway, but before he could discern any more about them, he also dropped to the ground, almost right on top of his sister.

Eyes wide and locked on one another’s, the two ferrets laid parallel to each other, Randy on his left side, Derra on her right. Their bodies were prone on the cold yellow grass, safely hidden behind a layer of bushes. Though they couldn’t be seen, they could easily be heard from the walkway if they made a loud enough noise—which Randy almost did when he felt the cool, soft paw pads on his sister’s hand wrap around his protruding member.

Derra lightly fingered her brother’s cock, and with her other paw brought a finger up to her mouth and made a “shhhh” gesture. The two could hear voices now, the pedestrians just on the other side of the bushes. Randy’s heart was banging in his chest, so loud he was sure Derra could hear it, or at the very least feel his heartbeat in the veins of his cock.

“...telling you, no fucking way, dude. The Wreckers are going all the way this time, it’s happening.”

It was two male voices, talking about sports or something rather. Without actually making a sound Derra mouthed some words to her brother, which in the dark underbrush took the teen ferret a couple seconds to decipher: Fuck me—quietly.

“Are you kidding me? Did you see Danny Lazionne’s play yesterday? This season’s already in the shitter because of him.”

As nimbly and silently as he could, Randy unbuttoned his sister’s jeans, taking his time on the zipper as she continued to tug his blood-hot cock. Using several, anxious seconds, he finally brought her fly open, revealing her striped pink panties. Just as she did to his briefs, he pulled down the front of her dainty underwear, the two park-goers mere yards from the hormone-addled teenage mustelids. He had been never so scared in his life. Their secret incestuous relationship was taboo enough, but this was something wholly different, something so illegal and naughty that made him feel unbelievably aroused and alive.

“Well, I already bet $400 on next week’s game, and my wife’ll kill me if they don’t...”

The voices began to fade away, Randy finishing pulling down his twin’s underwear. Though they were alone again for the moment, there was absolutely no indication as to when the next passersby would come, if at all.

His twin sister’s pussy was now in the open, her pink slit glistening wet in her otherwise white and tan body fur. Pressing her hips forward, she guided his dick to her pussy, Randy also moving his waist as his sibling brought his member to the edge of her vulva. She touched the head to her clit, just rubbing his cock hole against a few of her vaginal folds, mixing his pre with her juices. He hadn’t even sunk the tip in yet, but the mere contact with her warmth had already sent a shiver up his spine, his body shaking in pleasure on the cold ground.

With his hands again on the backside of his sister’s jeans, Randy pressed forward, pulling her closer as she brought the first inch inside of herself. With a small shove he began penetrating her, pushing in far enough that Derra didn’t need to help with her paw anymore. As the male ferret sunk further into his sibling, groping her ass with his paws, the twins both let out choking gasps. Derra was so wet already, her green eyes wide in intense pleasure. After a few initial thrusts, her pussy easily and eagerly took the entirety of his shaft, Derra placing a paw on the side of her brother’s face, gently stroking his fuzzy cheek with her fingertips.

Laying on their sides facing each other, the two mustelid twins thrust their hips together as quietly as they could, their movements occasionally shuffling against the grass or crunching a leaf. Randy brought a leg up and over his sister, wrapping his top leg around hers. With this better angle he built up speed, making their sex a little noisier but undoubtedly more pleasurable for the two of them.

Reaching a rhythm that seemed to work for both of them, he migrated his paw under her jacket and shirt, over her navel and up her furry belly. Upon reaching the top of her bra he starting rubbing the cup, squeezing her breast through the padded cloth. Derra smiled and nodded, but Randy didn’t need any indication to know how much she loved it when her brother played with her tits.

They stared at one another, their faces centimeters apart, hot puffs of breath exiting their throats with every pump. As they both felt climaxes beginning to grow they got a little more vocal, their moans and groans muffled, no matter their pleasure still acutely conscious they were in a public setting.

Randy groped his sister’s body in delight, one paw on her ass and the other fondling her boob, his fingertips just under the brassiere tweaking her erect nipple. Randy loved it, he couldn’t remember the last time they had such primal sex, the risk of getting caught making it all the hotter. Sweat began building under his thick layers of clothing, dampening his fur with musk, and he could smell the same scent rising from his sister’s neck and chest.

Randy pumped away at his sister’s insides, grunting, loving every warm, wet inch... Perhaps a little too much, as Derra suddenly threw a paw on her brother’s muzzle, cupping her hand around his mouth. After a second of surprise Randy understood why; they could hear another voice approaching. He didn’t stop humping—he wasn’t sure if he could at this point—but slowed down and gave more quiet, but powerful thrusts, their padded jackets and the soft grass absorbing a good amount of the sound.

“...if you get better grades, then I’ll buy you one for your next birthday.”

“But-but, I want it.”

“And you’ll get it, if you actually put some effort into improve your math and science classes.”

It sounded like a mother and her son. Admittedly, it was strange to be fucking right next to a totally unaware child and his parent, but all the more reason to hurry up and finish before they got caught. Besides, that far into their lovemaking, Randy knew neither of them could really stop now. He kept thrusting, his sister’s vagina tight around his member, the twins freely exchanging body heat and sweat with one another. By their expressions and body movements, it was evident they were very close.

Also, the mother and kid were close, walking along the path just on the other side of the bushes.

“Mrs. Danwether told me you did very good on your book report, just work like that for your math test and I’ll get you your game.”

“Okay.”

From between his sister’s lips Randy could hear a small grunt emerge. Her eyelids began fluttering, and as he silently pounded his dick in and out of her he realized she was cumming. He withdrew his hand from under her shirt, a little disappointed he had to stop fondling her fun nipples.

Just like she had on his face, the boy ferret threw his paw over her mouth, clamping her jaw and lips shut as a shuttering exhale left through her nose. Her eyes, hitherto fixed wide on her brother’s, half closed and rolled back in bliss. Her vocal box began vibrating, and Randy gripped his paw on her face tighter, trying to smother her orgasmic sounds, even with his best efforts accidentally letting one or two escape.

“Don’t just say ‘okay’ and not mean it, Jeremy.”

“Okay.”

The mother and son walked away, their conversation fading along with their footsteps. As Randy heard the walkers leave earshot, he could tell the peak of his sister’s orgasm had passed, a look of control returning to her face as her eyes focused back on his. While she came her own grasp on his face weakened, now in her afterglow her fingers weakly brushing over her brother’s lips. Trusting she wouldn’t be tempted to scream anymore, Randy pealed his paw off her mouth, the palm of his hand wet with her saliva.

With every thrust, he could feel he was getting close too. In her climax, the girl ferret’s pussy clenched nice and tight around her brother’s cock as he buried it deeper and deeper inside her. He could feel the balls in his nutsack moving as they lightly rolled up and down his sister’s leg, gathering their seed. Most of the time during their fucking sessions Randy went ahead and came in his sister, thanks to birth control or the morning after pill Derra being more than happy to be filled with her sibling’s cum.

“Close,” Randy breathily whispered, his facial muscles tensing.

“Not here,” Derra replied. Damn, so she didn’t want him to jizz and make her all messy while they were out here. “Get on your knees.”

Seconds from cumming, Randy slid his cock out and shakily climbed to his knees. Fuck, was he close. He almost felt like his dick was angry at him for pulling out of such a warm, tight hole into the cold air. Squatting on his bent knees with his shoes underneath his bottom, Randy leaned back, his legs spread and his arms back on the grass supporting him. In this position his head was still just below the top of the bush, out of line of sight from the rest of the park. With his legs spread open and his balls and pussy juice-covered cock sticking out his fly, he wondered how Derra would finish him.

Still laying down on her side, Derra reached up and grabbed her brother’s cock. She quickly jerked it, her own vaginal fluids easily lubricating the 6-inch member. Randy’s whole body began shaking as his twin furiously masturbated him. Randy tried to choke back his groans of pleasure, sweaty steam rising from his body as he approached climaxing. Even if they couldn’t hear his muffled moans, anyone with two ears walking by would have heard the rapid schlicking of Derra’s wet paw.

Randy threw his head back and gazed up through the tree branches at the overcast sky, his mouth half-open in bliss. The first shot of cum cannonballed out of him. He was crouching at an angle to his sister so the jizz shot right past her head, several feet away onto the grass. As ecstasy filled his brain Randy fired out more loads onto the grass, his cumshots making barely audible splat sounds as they splashed against the soft grass. Derra kept pumping away at his cock, gripping around it tight with her fingers, massaging the underside of the shaft with her thumb.

The boy ferret’s muscle spasms subsided, his legs and arms twitching less and less, his sister still milking a few remaining loads out of his incredibly sensitive cock. Randy clenched his teeth, anything to keep himself from making involuntary noises in his last few seconds of orgasming. Wow, his balls felt drained.

Satisfied she’d gotten all she could out of this load, Derra gave her brother’s cock one last gentle, loving rub with her fingertips. Randy sighed contently, his still-hard cock wet with cum and pussy juices. Tilting his head back down, he gave his sister a quiet smile. Still lying on the grass, she crawled over to his crotch until her head was leaned right next to his drooping dick. Clean it? he saw her silently mouth at him.

Randy nodded, and enjoyed as his sister began lapping away at his cock with her warm, pink tongue. As she licked his slowly softening member, Derra fixed her panties and zipped up her jeans. For a minute or so she cleaned the dick of its remaining drops of cum and pussy juice, occasionally hitting a sensitive nerve, sending an electric spasm down his legs. Meanwhile, Randy elevated his head until his eyes were just over the top of the bush. He scanned the walkway, not hearing or seeing anyone close by.

After finishing her own jeans, Derra gave one last lick and pushed her brother’s dick and balls back in his underwear. His tongue-washed cock was still half-hard, but flaccid enough to slip back into his drawers no problem. While she zipped up his pants, Randy one last time made sure there were no other people around.

“Okay, coast is clear sis,” Randy whispered. After doing a final check of their crotches, the twins stood and made their way out of the clearing, leaving behind the spot of grass coated with their musty sex sweat and several lines of jizz.

They were a bit loud exiting the shrubs, their feet unable to do anything about the crunchy dead leaves and sticks that littered the ground. As casually as he could, Randy stepped out of the bushes onto the cement. He immediately turned to walk, as looking around would be suspicious and only prove to any observing furs that they had done something worth taking notice of. Turning down the path, out of the corner of his eye he could see some figures further down the walkway, near the front of the park where the twins just came from no more than half an hour ago.

Just then his sister walked out of the bushes, fixing her brown hair. Whoever those park patrons were, in all likelihood they just saw these two kids inexplicably come out of the woods. Maybe they would’ve been curious and asked questions, maybe they couldn’t have cared less, but Randy didn’t want to stay around to find out. With a strong nod of his head to alert his sister he began quickly walking down the path, his sibling following at his side.

Almost a jog at first, then a brisk gait, then finally just a casual stroll once more, they made their way to the other side of the park. He was probably just being paranoid, it was clear no one had seen or followed them. Randy shook some dead grass off his shoulder, noticing some on his sister’s jacket as well. He stealthily brushed it off of her, cleaning their persons of the last bit of evidence of what they just had done. Then like nothing had happened at all, the two ferret twins continued their walk through the city park on an overcast day, Derra picking up her conversation where she had left it off.

“So basically, Cindy’s pretty much an idiot, she’s just so clueless when it comes to dealing with guys.”

“Uh-huh,” Randy said, his mind once more wandering to other subjects.

“But she’s not nearly as bad as that new girl, Karen. You know what she said to me yesterday?”

Randy stuck his paws in his jacket pockets, thinking of something he could keep himself busy with as he walked along with his sister. Suddenly, it hit him. Such a simple mistake he made that the ferret almost stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.

Fuck, Randy thought, slapping his paw into his forehead as his sister chattered along beside him. Forgot my frisbee.











If this tickled your fancy, check out the previous story I wrote about these frisky ferrets, Fraternal Morning Fun, or the first story, First Resort.