Authors Note: This takes place right after the events of Chapter 1, after Mom and Dad have left for the evening.
“And that’s why Mom said I get to be player one!” Chloe exclaimed proudly, watching her brother arch an eyebrow.
“Unless you wanna rough house for it!!”
“Chloe.” Carmen pinched the bridge of his snout, exhaling sharply through his nose in exacerbation. “I’m not rough housing again, not after last time when we broke mom’s vase.  I got blamed for that, remember?”
“We don’t have to do  it in the living room!” she protested with a pout, watching as he slowly got to his feet. “We could do it in the bedroom!” her voice had a coy lilt to it as he took his glasses off, cleaning the small smudges on the lenses. Placing it back on his nose, he looked down to his sister. She was so precious when she thought she was being sneaky. Part of him adored it, equally, he loathed it when she was able to get away with murder.
“I know what you’re really asking for…” He folded his arms as he looked down at her. “That’s like the fifth time this week…”
“I know…” she whined, looking down at her swollen, pounded nether. Coach Ryan and Mr. Parenth’s had both had their fun with both holes several times – at one point, taking meds to ‘keep the party going’ as  they filled her over and over again. That was a fun detention, one she decided she’d attempt to re-create as soon as she could. “I can’t help it though! My whole body has been on fire! I haven’t been this horny since the first time you touched me…” a soft whimper, she buried her face in her brother’s crotch, looking up with a pout.
“Besides. You owe me. My birthday is coming up soon!”
“One: We don’t use sex as a bargaining chip.”
“Sorry…” she grunted with a whimper.
“Two. Your birthday isn’t for another three months.”
“Yeah, but then I’ll be ten.” She gave a sigh as she threw her paw over her face overdramatically. “Call the old folks home and get me a walker…I’ll be ancient!”
“Well, if that makes you ancient…” Carmen leaned in, hovering his mouth right beside hers, his breath mingling with her own hitching draws. “Then I guess I’m older than the Appaloosan mountains.” Leaning in, he caught her in a lip locked embrace, his tongue pushing past her teeth and deep into her mouth.
Chloe melted in his arms, feeling herself give way to her brother’s tongue as she pushed into it, whimpering under her breath. His hand slid up her leg as he caught the rim of her gym shorts, snaking his hand between the inner thigh. Two fingers sought out his little sister’s warm mound, finally feeling her teeny bump of a clit under her underwear fabric. Slipping his fingers against the cloth, his face pulled into a puzzled expression as he pulled his hand back.
“Chloe, did you have sex with someone earlier?” He gave a small sniff as she blushed, nipping playfully at her bottom lip. “Hm. Unprotected…” he gave another sniff as he pulled back, looking to her. “So, was Coach Ryan hung?”
“How did you know?!” Her jaw almost hit the floor as his face pent into a small smile.
“You just told me. Lucky guess. So.” He’d bring his fingers to his lips as he licked the old cum off of the tips. “Did you have fun?”
Chloe squirmed as she blushed hard, feeling him slowly hike her pants off. He’d push her panties against her swollen mound, tightly pushing them against her fur. Using friction gently, he flossed it against her clit as she gave out a squeak, some of the cum that was deep inside releasing in the sudden sensation of pleasure. Another throb and another gob spilled out freely, causing Carmen to sniff the air again before going down. His tongue darted out as he licked against the fabric, savoring the flavor of cotton and his sister’s sweet nectar mixed with the salty essence. He drew the cloth into his mouth using an expertly skilled tongue as he sucked on it, watching her whimper as she squirmed again.
“Gross panty muncher.” Chloe looked away as he pulled her undergarments to the side, kneeling his head down. Using the tip of his tongue, he slid along the slit, pushing deeply between her brused and swollen folds. His tongue searched deep, lapping at his sister’s jizz soaked cunt as he hungrily ate, his eyes almost glazing over as he found spurt after thick spurt coating every inch of her walls. His cock, now stiff as a board, throbbed with every lap. It was true that his sister was a dirty slut, and he, just as corrupt – likely moreso, loved every second of it. She gave a soft moan as he laid her back, slowly slipping himself into her folds.
“Wow, he really WAS hung, wasn’t he?!” Carmen gave a slightly disappointed grunt. “I can barely feel you…”
“Well, to be fair, they’re both twenty years older than you, at least.”
“Both? Coach Ryan and someone else?”
Carmen’s cock throbbed at the thought, a whimper escaping his throat as his hips gave an involuntary thrust. That’d put them both at around 34. So much experience between his sister, Coach Ryan and this mystery man. Carmen started thrusting faster, trying to push as much of himself into his sister as Chloe bared down, her pussy throbbing and sore. It clenched onto her brother’s cock and started to throb, milking him as he thrusted quickly against her, his eyes half open. Wrapping his arms around her, he arched up, pulling out almost fully before thrusting his cock back in, going full hilt into her ass.
She gave off a squeak that melted into a moan as he thrusted against her harder.
“Tell me how good they felt.” He whimpered, his thrusting growing faster and faster.
“Oh god…Carmen…I wish you could have been there! Coach Ryan fucked my ass while Mr. Parenth’s fucked my pussy hard…”
“Mr. Parenths?!” A throb and shiver erupted through Carmen as he slammed his hips in harder, his moans growing louder at the thought of Mr. Parenth’s cock fucking her over and over and his cum coating his cock. His sister’s pussy juices stirred alongside the hot load deep inside of her, and his own pre slicking her most forbidden of insides caused such a sensation overload, Carmen couldn’t help but arch his hips up inside of her faster and faster, her body quivering as he fucked her hard and violently, her moans egging him on.
“C’mon, you can go harder than that can’t you?” she’d tease as his eyes narrowed.
“Playing with fire, Sis.” grunted out between thrusts.
“Or are you just some sorta dorkus malorkis?!” she teased, feeling his thrusts grow harder, his cock stiffening.
“Warning you…”
“Maybe I should call Zoe, she could probably fuck me with a pencil better than this!”
His lips curled into a snarl as he pinned her down hard, her head buried in the pillows and blankets as he shoved his arm over her shoulders, taking care to make sure she could breathe before pounding her as hard as he could in her loosened asshole, pulling her ears as he grew closer and closer to orgasm. As he felt himself grow to the cusp he arched up, grabbing her ears roughly and yanking back as his cock spasmed, squirting ribbon after ribbon of his white hot bunny crump deep inside of her. Her ears held in a white-knuckled paw grip meant she could do little past just holding the pose while he had his fun doing several quick, jackhammer thrusts to her now slickened and sore hole. As he came down from his orgasm, he let off a final huff before rolling over, instinctively pulling her into him as he snuggled against the nape of her neck. A soft sigh, she arched her hips with a final buck as the last shockwave of pleasure ebbed off of her. Finally, breaking the silence, she sat up.
“I took the pill by the way.”
Carmen’s eyes lulled open slowly as he looked to her.
“Like you told me to. If it happened without a condom. As soon as I got home.”
“That’s my smart sis.” a small chuckle escaped his lips as he pulled her back into his arms, pressing small kisses to the nape of her neck. 
“Yeah well.” she’d sigh contently as she reached her fingers down, playing with the sticky mess of three males mingled in her two  holes. “I am going to need a shower soon…”
Her brother gave a protesting grunt as he knocked her onto her back, burying his face in her mound again. A deep inhale, his eyes rolled up as he shivered on the exhale.
“Your pheromones smell fine to me, sis~” 
Squirming away, Chloe gave a defiant pout as she crossed her arms.
“Well I can smell MYSELF. I want a shower!” And with that, she bounded from his bed to the door. 
“Typical.” Looking down at his hips, Carmen felt himself growing hard again. Shuffling to the door, he’d close it before slinking back to his computer. Pulling out an oversized permanent marker from the desk, he’d arch his hips a bit, planting one foot on his desk, the other pressing into the floor. Drawing in a breath, he felt his glasses slip down his nose a bit as he slowly slid a finger against his puckered bunny hole. The digit pressed in with little resistance as he slowly snaked his finger deeper. Giving a grunt, he flipped the marker cap side-in hand, replacing the digit as he let out a soft breath.
“Oh god…fuck me Mr. Parenths!” He whimpered, stroking himself more as he panted. Gripping the pen in his fingers, he slid it along his A-spot, giving a deep moan as he milked his prostate. His breath quickened as he moved his hand more and more, finally settling on a pace for both that he could maintain easily. His eyes bolted shut, his mind exploded in thought as he pictured Mr. Parenth’s hands pinning him down, spreading him out, degrading him and pounding him right in front of all of Chloe’s classmates. His glasses slipped down his cheeks slightly as he whimpered, his tempo quickening as his toes curled. Pausing, he blinked, tilting his head to the side.

“I wonder if I’d be able to have an orgasm just with the pen.” he mused out loud, slowly slipping his hand under his right leg. Arching his hips some, he finally settled into a position that he could stretch his shoulder if needed to arch and relieve pressure on his hips. Upon hitting the spot once more, he felt an involuntary squeak escape his throat as he blushed hard. His cock, still rock hard, dribbled bits of pre down as he whimpered, picturing Mr. Parenths tisk-tisking him before commenting on how quick he was to finish. How unmanly those noises were. God. It made his throat tighten to the point he could barely bring an alto tone to his lilts, let alone anything lower.
His mind flooded completely in thought now, the pen became Parenths, his hands moving of their own accord as he was pounded mercilessly and fast by the older man, the grunts echoing through his mind. Herbivore. Useless. Dinner. All things that he was called in the class. More whimper squeaks escaped louder from his throat. At this point, giving into lust completely, his voice begged out, dripping with need and absolute submission.
“Please…f…fuck me…in fr-front of..C-Chloe!” He felt a shiver overtake him as the white-hot fire that had been building and throbbing in his core finally bubbled over into a cascade of pearly, sticky bunny honey, the cum erupting from the tip as eagerly as it had inside of his sister just minutes prior. His legs stiffened, spasming and almost pushed him over as the chair shifted his weight, causing the Parenth’s pen-dick to slip almost to the cap (a bad night for all involved - he wasn’t sure he would have been able to retrieve it) as he instinctively jerked it out of himself almost instantly, his body reacting to the quick withdrawal by instantly sapping all strength from his legs. Collapsing into the chair fully, he laid there, his legs spread eagle and twitchy as Chloe giggled.
“I didn’t know you wanted me to watch you with my teacher!” she teased singsongly, dabbling her finger to his tip. He smiled a half-lidded smile, nuzzling his sweaty forehead against her as she complained, pushing back.
“Watch it, Dorkus Malorkus! I just cleaned that fur!” grumping loudly, she walked to the door, pointing to it.
“And now it’s your turn. Scoot!”
“Ima gettin’ Ima gettin’.”