There's Nobody Like Us

A Story by Shade Vansson

The day that Zahra's life took an unexpected, but very welcome turn, she was only fourteen.  With her parents away on a trip and her big brother, Bes, away at work, she was alone  at home.  And that meant that, for once, she could do something she almost never got a chance to do: play with herself in peace.  Not only that, she would be able to bring her laptop to her bed and watch videos while she did it.

The girl posed in front of her wardrobe mirror, nude.  The young jackal-rabbit hybrid that looked back at her looked excited, elated.  Her massive brown-furred ears, broader and shorter than a purebred rabbit's, poked up through shoulder-length dirty blonde headfur just over an angular, mostly canine face.  She lifted her hands to her chest and cupped what little had grown of her breasts, not really even an a-cup yet.  She may have been fourteen years of age, she'd seemingly been a late bloomer as her aunt had called it.  

Lower, she saw the little mound of light brown fur with a bit of pink peeking out that had become a source of true wonder for her over the last year.  When she'd hit her thirteenth birthday, her parents had awkwardly told her all about sex.  While they'd stammered and hesitated, she'd tried to hide that she was completely fascinated by the concept.  She'd also known not to suggest looking on the internet; every time they'd been embarrassed about something or had a strange joke she didn't understand, they'd admonished her not to look it up online.

Being the savvy girl that she was, she had taken the first opportunity she could to look up everything to do with sex.  As she reminisced over that first year of discovery, she pushed a finger up between her petals and gasped.  It was damp as it almost always was, and that told her it was time.  Her brother wasn't due back for a good four hours; he was at least halfway through his shift at the local grocery store.

Zahra stepped away from the mirror, but not before giving one last look back over her shoulder.  Whereas the fur on her chest and belly was white, and her arms and legs and groin brown, there was a jet-black ridge of fur that extended from her neck down to the tip of her short spade-shaped tail.  She flagged that tail upward to reveal the the most stark-white fur on her body, covering the underside of it as well as the rest of her rump.

Grabbing her laptop from the small desk, she laid down on top of her bed.  It was then that she got an idea.  A dirty, almost dangerous idea.  Instead of her own bed, she could go play with herself in her brother's room!  She'd always found it a more comfortable place; she didn't like the soft pinks and frilly decor of her own space.  Mom and dad somehow insisted that she should have a proper girl's room rather than her geeky older brother's little slice of geek heaven, with a panoply of movie and game posters, a bleeding edge desktop computer, and so many bookcases he could start his own library.  “Yeah.  His bed.  Not like he's gonna know.”

With a little thrill of fear at the functionally-nonexistent chance of being caught, she carried her laptop and earbuds into her brothers room and flopped down on the bed.  His scent was everywhere, and that gave a bit of comfort to her.  In all the world, he was the only one like her; a mix of common rabbit on her dad's side, and black-backed jackal on her mom's.

Rolling onto her side, she opened her laptop and tapped in her password.  A few clicks on the touchscreen, and one of her favourite videos came up on the screen.  In it, there was a chubby but still strikingly beautiful goat hanging from a pair of suspension cuffs.  Two wolves were circling her, each carrying leather floggers.  One of them brought the toy down on her breast, the other to her rump.  Before Zahra was even aware of it, she'd spread her legs and started playing with the little nub of her clit. The jackalbun lightly slapped her young mound in time with one of the wolves slapping the goat's, and felt a rush of pleasure over the pain.

Zahra lifted a hand to the little bud of her right breast, pinching her nipple between forefinger and thumb, gasping at the sting.  She didn't know what made her enjoy it so much, but the more extreme the pornography, the more she liked it, the more fascination she felt at viewing it.  Sometimes, more stereotypical porn wouldn't even do it.

As the scene that unfolded before grew more heated, the wolves' cocks swollen and slipping free of their sheaths, Zahra's own play at her clit grew more fervent.  Little gasps and whimpers spilled from her lips, muffled to her own hearing by her earbuds, which played thumping electronic music rather than the cheesy soundtrack of the video.

She closed her eyes and dipped her fingers into her tight young passage, two beside each other.  Pushing deep, she tried to find that special spot, the one that, when she massaged it, brought her over the edge quickly.  She imagined herself in the video, tied up, but instead of wolves, there were other jackalbuns like her bringing down the floggers and spanking her pussy.  That wasn't possible, of course; her mother had told her once that she and her brother had been little miracles, brought from luck and a lot of expensive gene treatments.  It didn't stop her from imagining it though; tapered shafts pushing into her, the bulge of their knots.

She didn't know how long it had been, finger-fucking herself like that, eyes closed, throbbing industrial music in her ears.  Her fingers were soaked with her pleasure, and every once in a while she'd deliver a slap to her netherlips and a twist to her nipple.  Her eyes fluttered open as she opened her eyes to look at the screen to see what was happening on the video so she could renew her mental image of the scene at hand.  She froze, fingers stopping, and did everything she could to stop herself from letting out a surprised yell.

In the glossy reflection of the rest of the room on the laptop's screen – at some point the video had ended and the laptop had gone to sleep - she saw her brother standing there.  His expression was unreadable, but he was already shirtless, presumably having tossed in the corner of the room as he'd stepped in.  She took in every detail all at once, her mind still hazed with desire.  He looked almost exactly like her, though unmistakably male, and much more on the lanky side than she was.  But what surprised her and scared her at the same time, was the huge bulge she saw in his shorts.  How long had he been there?
 
Instead of horror, instead of humiliation at being caught. Zahra felt even more excited.  She knew she shouldn't feel that way, she knew that it was far beyond appropriate, but the sight of her brother in that reflection with an obvious erection nearly brought her to her peak.  With the way she'd stopped so suddenly, though, he was bound to realize she'd seen him.  Before she could stop herself, before even giving herself a moment to think about the gravity of what she was doing, Zahra tugged out her earbuds and turned her head to look at her brother and said urgently, “Do it, Bes.  Do it.”  

The moment the words spilled from his sister's lips, Bes jumped and stammered, “What?  I... what?”  Surprise, fear, embarrassment and excitement were plain on his face.  Just as much as he'd caught her, she had caught him.  “You can't mean... oh yeah, let off early from work, yeah.  You really can't mean,” he breathed, his expression settling on disbelief.  To Zahra's surprise, the little tent in his shorts didn't diminish in the least on realizing his sister had seen him.

If Zahra had taken even a few seconds to consider her next words and actions, she'd have closed the laptop and chased her brother out.  Instead, she rolled onto her belly and lifted her rump in the air, short little tail flagging upward, deliberately offering her still-damp sex to Bes.  “Do it, Bes, please.”

With a low moan, Bes blurted out, “I can't, Zee!  You're my sister!”  Despite his protests, the older jackalbun felt the tent in his shorts grow, his cock slipping a little further out of its sheath.  He found himself taking a few more steps into the room. “Get up, sis.  We can't!” he exclaimed, voice strained.  

“Be my first, big brother.  You want it.  I want it.  Nobody's gonna know,” Zahra whispered urgently. She knew that if Bes didn't do it, she'd never be able to look him in the eye again.  She clenched her eyes shut, heart hammering in her chest.  Rejecting the offer would be the right thing for him to do, but it would hurt more than anything she'd ever known.

It was an eternity of seconds before the girl heard Bes move again. She felt hot breath on her petals and heard her brother take a deep breath inward, drawing in her scent.  Soon, his tongue was pressing between her labia, running from just beneath her clit all the way up to the entrance of her passage.  That broad tongue pushed in deep, her big brother tasting deeply of her pleasure. It was the first time she'd ever felt anyone even do so much as touch her intimately, and it brought her just to the edge of climax.

Bes nearly gulped down air when he pulled his head away.  “This is wrong,” he declared, placing his hands on his sister's rump for some stability.  He was surprised when Zahra reached back and took his in hers, giving it a little squeeze, then tugged at his arm.  It was obvious she'd made her decision from the way she wiggled her hips, tail flicking even further upwards.  “Couldn't ever say no to you, sis...” he whispered.  “Why would this be any different?”

There was a faint rustle of fabric, and the next thing Zahra felt was Bes' damp cock pressing up against the soft fur of her right cheek.  “Are you sure?  Zee, just tell me to stop.  Please, just... I want to.  Fuck, I want to, sis.  I don't care it's wrong or dirty or... I wanna do this.”  Wordlessly, she pressed back against him, rubbing her fur against his sensitive shaft.  

“Fuck me, big brother,” Zahra demanded, voice strained and desperate, and then in a softer tone, continued.  “I love you.”

No more words of encouragement needed to be said, and the older jackalbun murmured, “Okay...” Trembling, Bes pressed the tip of his slightly tapered canine cock up against her entrance.  For just a second he hesitated, seven words clear in his mind, I'm going to fuck my little sister.  With those unspoken words somehow ringing in his ears, he pressed forward, and Zahra's tight, wet depths met him.  As he pressed forward, he gasped, “So tight...”

Zahra whimpered only a little bit, her brother's tapered shaft spreading her.  She'd used a couple makeshift toys before, things like a hairbrush handle, even a carrot, but Bes was bigger than either of those.  “Bes,” she pleaded, “Go hard.  A-all at once.  It's okay.”

“I can't...” Bes said softly, pulling out without having slipped more than an inch into her.  Something was wrong in all this, he realized, but not because of what he was doing.  “Not like this, Zee.  I wanna... I wanna look at you.  I wanna see your face.  While I do it, I mean.”

It was Zahra's turn to hesitate now.  Could she look her big brother in the eye and still do it?  She shivered.  She'd never felt so wet, and the feeling of Bes' cock in her for that single brief moment had been like pure bliss.  She rolled over, looking up at her brother, and wiggled to the edge of the bed.  She splayed her legs out and smiled at him, then gave him a nod.

Bes moved with his sister, and placed his feet on the lushly carpeted floor.  He took in the sight of his sister, five years younger but already more adventurous than he could ever remember being.  Soft, plush curves, small breasts just starting to properly bud.  Her wide eyes, full of love and desire, watching him, half lidded.  And those ears!  Her beautiful, expressively huge sandy-brown ears, they were honestly the best part.  Looking down, he saw that her folds were damp and glistening, and from her came a scent of desperate need.  He leaned over and stroked her cheek.  “This... this will be my first time too, sis,” he whispered in her ear.  “Kept waiting for the right girl.  I think I was looking for someone like you.  Someone like me.”

The younger jackalbun let out a low little moan, pressing her head against her brother's touch.  “There's nobody like us, big brother,” she said quietly.  When he leaned even farther forward to place a kiss on her lips, she parted them to let that broad tongue slip in.  She tasted her own pleasure as her brother's tongue explored her mouth.  No, there was nothing wrong with this at all, Zahra realized, no matter what anyone would say.

When next Zahra felt the tip of Bes' cock pressing into her, she whimpered and gasped.  He hadn't yet broken the kiss, and when he did, a little line of spittle connected them still for just a moment.  “Ready, sis?” he asked.  There was wonder in his eyes, but no more uncertainty, no more hesitation.

“Uh-huh,” was Zahra's only response.  Her brother stood up tall and lifted her legs a bit, pushing them back.  With one strong shove forward, he buried himself deep, almost all the way to the top of his knot, five inches buried deep in his sister.  Her eyes went wide and she cried out loudly, her voice just a little pained.  It hurt a bit; she'd known it would, but, as she hoped, she found she enjoyed that too.  “Oh Bes, you're so big,” she whimpered, and then a little deeper, “keep going.”

“That's the plan, sis,” Bes said, and pulled back until he was just barely within Zahra, then slammed forward, drawing another cry from her as his knot bumped against her.  A third time, then a fourth, each time drawing that same pained and ecstatic cry.

“Bes... oh god, Bes...” Zahra moaned, her hands lifting to her chest and squeezing her tiny breasts.  Her fingers moved to pinch and twist at her nipples tightly, and her cries grew a little more strident from the stinging pain.  Her brother had started to fuck in earnest, hammering into her again and again.  The harder her rutted her, the harder she squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples.

“You are so beautiful, sis,” Bes gasped, twitching and tensing.  He felt just a moment of shame as he listened to his sister's cries, but then he looked right into her eyes.  In them he saw love, he saw pleasure, he saw happiness and joy, even as she pinched and twisted at her diminutive breasts.  He was bringing her that joy, that pleasure.  He was making her happier than he'd ever seen her before, and that simple fact made everything right for him.  Without a word, he moved his hands to hers and pulled them away.  “Let me do it, Zahra.”

The younger girl's eyes went wide, and she bit her lip nervously.  Despite that nervousness, she fluttered her eyelashes and nodded.  She gasped as his fingers pinched her nipples and gave them a little twist, then a harder one.  “H-harder, Bes,” she pleaded.

“This?” Bes asked breathlessly, twisting and pinching a little harder.  “Or this?” He pulled back and slammed forward with enough force that he almost felt his knot force its way in her.

“Yes!” Zahra almost screamed, “Yes!”

With a wicked grin, Bes hunched over her and whispered, “I'm not gonna stop until we're tied.”  He pinched Zahra's tiny nipples even more tightly.  At the same time he started hammering against her entrance over and over, knot straining against the resistance of his little sister's entrance.  He wanted to be in her all the way, feel it swell and lock inside her.

For Zahra, the entire world had narrowed down to just her and her brother.  Wet sounds of the near-fevered pace of Bes' cock slamming into her filled her ears along with his low grunts and her pleasured cries.  She couldn't imagine what it would have been like if she'd had to keep quiet.  The almost gentle pain of his hand on her breast and fingers on her nipple just enhanced the aching pleasure of being filled.  Every time he bucked his hips, that still mostly-deflated knot battered her entrance.  “Bes...” she babbled, “Bes...”  She wanted him locked inside her, wanted to grip that knot with her inner muscles as she came, but she couldn't form the words.

“It's coming, sis, I promise.  Just... a little... more,” Bes growled in her ear, punctuating the last three words with forceful thrusts.  On the last, he didn't pull back, he just kept shoving forward.  He was done fucking, now he was determined to tie.

Zahra started to whimper and then cry out even louder as the pressure that bulb of flesh grew increasingly insistent.  It was starting to hurt just a little, but she wanted this, she needed it to happen.  Just before she thought she couldn't take anymore, the pressure relaxed and she felt her brother's balls slap against her rump.  There was a feeling of fullness, of stretching, inside her, and she knew he was in her fully.  The feeling of his cockhead butting up against her cervix and he subsequent swelling of her brother's knot reacted brought her to the point of no return, and waves of pleasure rolled over her.  “BES!” she screamed, throwing arms around him and hugging him close, trapping his hand between her body and his.

The older jackalbun gasped, sinking just a little deeper in her.  He felt the tight lip of her passage close around behind his knot, and he tugged a little.  By then, however, his knot had already started to grow, locking him inside his sister's much smaller body.  She screamed his name ecstatically and pulled him close, and he felt her inner walls start to spasm and pulse, gripping and massaging every inch of his shaft.

“Oh my god Zahra I love you,” he moaned, and then howled as his cock started to spray inside of her, jets of his semen deposited into her eager little body.  He stayed there, jerking his hips every so slightly, letting her body milk every last drop from him.

The younger jackalbun let her arms fall to her side as her climax faded.   Bes had let go of her nipple and was steadying himself with both hands.  His eyes looked into hers now, his own climax fading as well, the twitching of his cock slowing and stopping.  For a moment she felt panic, a fear that in the moments after sex, after release, he would regret what he'd done.  But all she could see in those eyes was love, no longer addled by his lust or his surprise.

“Oh, Zahra...” he murmured, “My beautiful little sister.  I love you so much.”  He pressed his lips to hers, and this time it was lingering, like the same kind of casual kiss he'd seen his parents share.  “You're absolutely right.  There's nobody like us.”