Buried Alive

- Horndog D -

Keith couldn't decide who was more deserving of his disgust: the inept gang of stoned Programming 101 dropouts responsible for coding SnowGoer, or himself for trusting his travel plans to a free app. The intermittent morning flurries the program predicted had turned into a driving afternoon snow shower that threatened to progress into a full-blown blizzard by nightfall. "Well," the leopard said, "at least we got a couple hours into this quote-unquote 'vacation' before everything went to hell."

"Mmmhm," Diana mumbled.

Keith grit his teeth as he rapidly jerked the steering wheel right then left at the next turn. Navigating the winding mountain roads presented a challenge under the most ideal conditions, and he was attempting to plow his way through half a foot of fresh snow without the aid of chains. The lack of traction necessitated he maintain enough speed to avoid getting stuck in the ever-deepening drifts. His heart skipped a beat as he skidded around each hairpin turn, fearful that an invisible sheet of ice would send the SUV careening off the road into an abyssal ravine. Even as Keith swore under his breath, his wife reclined in the passenger seat half-asleep, barely aware of her husband's ordeal.

As he downshifted and stood on the gas to make it up a particularly steep hill, Keith silently mused at the irony of expending so much effort to reach a place he didn't even want to be. Two weeks prior, his sister Zoey and her husband Joel had called him out of the blue, their faces appearing on a webcam feed to invite him and Diana to join them for a long weekend of skiing. He'd politely declined. He hadn't skied in ages, and three days with Joel was more than he could stomach. The guy was a walking, talking schmuck-fest. But of course, Diana had to pop up behind him to smile and assure the other couple they'd love to be there. How the ensuing fight had ended with him sleeping on the couch was a mystery Keith continued to ponder.

The back tires on the Pathfinder growled as they slid sideways across a patch of ice hidden beneath the snow. I should've made Diana drive, Keith thought. We'd have died and gone to Hell by now and I could be saying, "Still better than three days with Joel!"

Although he was glad to be as sharp as possible on the treacherous roads, part of him regretted not stopping by a bar on the way up. As annoying as Joel could be, Keith dreaded the thought of spending a weekend with his sister even more. He hadn't seen Zoey in almost a year, and that meant a sizable backlog of arguments waiting for him. He couldn't truthfully say he found no pleasure in the way they interacted—in a perverse way, their squabbling served to excite his competitive nature—but it exhausted him too fast to be enjoyable for more than a few hours at a time. And he certainly didn't like the way Zoey judged his every action. Worse, she seemed to get off on putting him in situations designed to embarrass him. He secretly suspected she instructed Joel to drone on endlessly about his bullshit Wall Street job in order to rub his nose in their success. Even the invitation to share the so-called "luxury cottage" they'd rented for the weekend felt like nothing more than a plot by his sister to flaunt the fact that she'd been smart enough to marry money while he worked his ass off in an expendable middle management position.

Diana drowsily rolled her head to one side before suddenly perking up. "Oh, I see it," she said, pointing through the windshield. Keith glanced up from the road to see a break in the wall of evergreens through which a cabin stood roughly half a mile ahead, just visible through the falling snow. The windows glowed with light and a ribbon of smoke rose from the chimney.

"They'd better not be fucking when we get there or I'm going straight home," Keith said.

Diana slapped his shoulder. "Keith, that is so gross!"

"I'm serious! Seeing something like that could scar me for life."

"Whatever," Diana muttered with a roll of her eyes. "You have a sick mind."

Keith smirked. "Three years of marriage should be enough for you to get used to the way my mind works."

"That's not nearly enough time for anybody to get used to you."

Keith quickly double-checked the car's GPS as he rounded the final bend of the long drive, the road finally leveling off. With the cabin looming in front of them, he was forced to admit to himself that it looked amazing. The building was constructed in the style of a Swiss chalet, complete with all the most modern architectural details. Natural wood walls decorated with intricate carvings stood beneath a towering stone chimney. A wide deck encircled three sides of the upper story, supported by a series of enormous redwood logs. The facade was made almost entirely of glass, glazed windows stretching from the ground floor up to the eves of the soaring gabled roof. To Keith, the structure looked like a monument to everything he would never be able to afford.

As they pulled up, he switched the radio from a sleepy talk channel to a station that played heavy metal and cranked the volume. He parked beside Joel's Porsche SUV, noting that all four tires were wrapped in sturdy chains. Keith snorted and turned the volume higher until Diana covered her feline ears. She shot him a look before climbing out of the car to traipse toward the cabin. Keith lowered his window and yelled, "I'll bring your bags in for you! I'm a good husband!"

Diana flipped him off with a smile as she crunched through the snow, leaving him in the SUV with the music blaring through the speakers loud enough to make the entire vehicle hum in tune with the song's bass. She climbed the steps leading to the front door of the cabin and was about to knock when the door swung open. Joel appeared with both arms spread wide. "Diana!" he exclaimed, hugging her into a face full of bushy mane.

Diana turned her muzzle to breath and returned the lion's hug. "It's so good to see you again, Joel."

Zoey emerged behind her husband to repeat his performance, though she hugged her sister-in-law with more restrained gusto. Keith watched the three of them talk for a minute or so until it became apparent they were waiting for his steering wheel drumming session to be over. He turned the volume down, shut off the engine, and stepped out into the cold, taking the immediate blast of icy wind in stride. At the top of the stairs, he shook Joel's hand with a polite smile before turning to his sister, offering his hand to her as well.

Zoey looked at Diana, who only rolled her eyes. She turned back to Keith and socked him in the stomach just hard enough to make him jolt forward. She reached her arms around his neck to hug him, planting a kiss on his cheek before dragging him into the cabin. "Come on inside, little brother. Nice and warm in here—oughtta melt that icicle stuck up your ass."

The interior was every bit as posh as the outside. Central heating warmed the air, the system controlled by a thermostat panel that looked more advanced than Keith's smartphone. The massive fireplace held a roaring fire that reflected in the mirror finish of the polished wood flooring. The furnishings consisted of a mixture of ornate antiques and cutting-edge electronics, the crown jewel of which was a large plasma TV that hung above the pecan mantel.

"This is really nice," Diana said. Keith had the same thought but refused to voice it. He turned his gaze to Joel, who wore a flannel top with a ridiculous scarf and jeans. He looked like some absurd parody of a stereotypical old-timey lumberjack.

"How was the trip up?" Zoey asked, glancing at Keith as he plopped down in one of the two oversized recliners.

"It was fine," Diana said, still marveling at the cabin's interior. "No trouble."

Joel sat down on the couch. "That's great. Would you guys like some tea? The water is still hot."

"No, thanks," Keith said. "I'm fine."

"I'll take a cup," Diana said. Joel stood back up and walked her into the kitchen, chatting her up about the local wildlife, the slopes, what architectural firm had designed the cabin.

Zoey stretched her arms above her head as she walked into the living room. She wore a flannel top similar to her husband's but left it untucked, the hem hanging out over black leggings that showed off her toned thighs. She hadn't danced competitively since college, but her figure made it clear that she maintained a regular exercise routine. "So, bro," she said with a smile. "What've you been up to? You don't call, you don't text, you didn't show up at Thanksgiving."

"I had to work," Keith said nonchalantly.

"Looks like you've lost some weight." Zoey walked around the leather sofa and took a seat, kicking her footpaws up onto the glass coffee table. The claws peeking out of the fur covering her toes were painted the shame shade of blazing electric blue as the highlights streaked through her hair.

"Yeah, I went on a diet a few months back. Lost a little under thirty pounds, then put fifteen back on at the gym."

"Did you now?" Zoey asked, a wily grin creeping onto her face. "Pumped a little iron, eh? Planning to get revenge on some bully who kicked over your sandcastle?"

Keith pretended not to notice that she was making fun of him. "Guess I mainly wanted to get in shape for Diana. I'm still waiting for her to notice."

"Well, she might have noticed your attitude, Mopey McMoperson. Is the altitude somehow making you depressed?"

"I'm tired, Zoey. I just drove five hours straight—half of it through a blizzard—to come see you and your boring-ass husband."

"Well, my boring-ass husband rented this cabin for all of us to enjoy. You do love to ski, right? Thought you'd be excited." She snapped her fingers. "Oh wait, that's right. You suck at skiing."

Keith gave his sister a sour look. He'd hoped he could at least relax for a few minutes before the two of them began exchanging jabs, but he wasn't about to let her score on him so easily. "So whose four-year-old daughter picked out that color for you?"

Zoey ran her fingers through her hair and smiled proudly. "I happen to like blue. By the looks of it, you're becoming a fan of patchy gray."

"When are you going to get your eyes checked?"

"When you learn to ski."

"So I can take more magical vacations like this one? I'd rather break both legs and freeze to death." Keith's lips instinctively pulled apart in a snarling frown.

Zoey narrowed her eyes. "If that's the face you make when you cum, I think I've figured out why she's been ignoring your gym body."

"It's like there's two of him," Diana said to Joel as they walked back into the living room.

Joel laughed and Zoey changed her challenging look into something softer and more docile, making room for Joel to sit down beside her. The lion moaned pleasurably into his cup of tea before loudly smacking his lips. "So, Keith! How's work?"

Keith leaned back in the recliner. "Fine. We moved into a new house a few months back, a little closer to both our jobs." He glanced at Diana. "I think it's cut down on a lot of the stress I was feeling—and a lot of her stress, too. We were spending too much time apart. The strain it was putting on our relationship just wasn't healthy at all."

Joel smiled. "That's great. I'm glad things are working out. You know, I've always admired how hard you work. It's something I've told your sister many times."

Keith nodded. "I appreciate it."

"Well, he's made up for how much of a lazy asshole he was in high school and college," Zoey admitted.

"When we get on the slopes tomorrow, I'm taking you out," Keith said.

"Bring it," Zoey shot back.

"I don't think I can handle an entire weekend of this," Joel said with a chuckle. "You guys are too much."

"At some point, you need to go out and get our luggage," Diana said. "Don't you think you should get it before it gets dark?"

"I guess," Keith said with a tired sigh.

Joel checked his watch. "Hey, I've got to run into town and pick up a few provisions. We didn't bring very much with us and dry cereal doesn't sound like a very appetizing dinner. If you guys want to get everything ready while I'm gone, we can cook and eat as soon as I get back."

"I'll come with you guys," Diana said. "I want to see the town."

"Great," Joel said. "Honey, where are your boots?"

"I think I'll stay here," Zoey said.

"Uggghhhhhh," Keith groaned loudly as he pulled himself to his feet. Zoey shot him a look.

"Okay," Joel said, buttoning up his coat. "We'll be back as soon as possible."

The group headed outside and Keith shuddered at a mighty gust of wind that blew dry, frigid air into the cabin along with a flurry of snow. "Shit, it's getting really windy out here."

"I think there's a storm coming in," Joel said, "but it's nothing too major. We should be back before it rolls through in any case." The Porsche beeped a few times as he unlocked it. A moment later, the engine rumbled to life. Keith made a mental note to never ever get a car with remote start.

"Are you guys sure?" Keith asked. He could barely open his eyes against the heavy gusts of cold air clawing at his coat. He looked uphill, watching as the trees swayed in the current of wind racing down the mountainside.

Diana gave her husband a reassuring pat on the back as she passed him. "We'll be fine." She gave him a fast peck on the cheek, then followed Joel to his car.

As the Porsche reversed out and turned onto the road, Keith shook the gloom from his head and hurried to the Pathfinder. He stepped up on the running guard to reach the roof, pulling down the skis and a heavy duffel bag as Zoey ran out to pop open the trunk hatch. Keith stacked the luggage in the snow as best he could, the wind picking up enough to nearly knock him off balance. Airborne ice crystals blew down to stab at his face like tiny blades before flying across the slopes toward the flat forest and resort area below. Keith looked in the direction of the small town, but saw only a fluttering white void hanging above the treetops. "'Intermittent flurries' my ass," he grumbled.

"Come on!" Zoey yelled over the wind, hefting a pair of heavy suitcases. Keith frowned at her upon seeing that she'd left him the small duffle bag. He grabbed it and shut the trunk. Zoey started for the cabin. "Is that everything?"

"Yeah!" Keith answered, trudging behind her. Through the howl of the wind, he heard a heavy snap and looked up just in time to cover Zoey as a large branch crashed onto them, knocking them both to the ground.

"Fuck!" Keith growled as he untangled himself from the mess of splintered wood and pine needles. He reached around to his back and pulled a broken wood sliver from the material of his jacket. His eyes went wide when he saw the tip was stained with blood.

Zoey staggered briefly as she climbed to her feet. "Are you okay?"

He nodded with a grimace on his face as he picked up the luggage again. "Inside, inside!"

They stumbled up the front steps and into the cabin as quickly as possible. Zoey slammed the door behind them, quieting the noise of the wailing storm. Keith carried his luggage to the table in the corner before stopping to clutch at the hole in his jacket.

"Oh my god, you're hurt," Zoey said. "Let me see it."

Keith shook his head and grimaced as he pulled off his jacket. "I'm okay. I just need to check it in a mirror."

"Don't be a stubborn asshole," Zoey snapped as she followed him into the bathroom. "Keith, I'm being serious! Just let me see it."

Keith let out an aggravated sigh before he turned to her and pulled off his sweatshirt, followed by the t-shirt underneath.

Zoey stared at his bare upper body and blinked. "Holy shit," she blurted out.

Keith tried to turn his head to see his back in the mirror. "Is it bad? It's not bad." He looked back up at Zoey who quickly tore her eyes away from his chiseled frame. "Is it bleeding?" He turned to show her his back. She could see a small puncture wound and a few drops of blood matting the surrounding fur. The wound was minor, but Zoey's mouth hung open. The muscles rippling across her brother's back were visible even through his ruffled fur. She wondered just how much time he'd actually been spending at the gym. She stepped up behind him and prodded his back where the branch had pierced him. Somehow, he seemed taller with his shirt off.

"Well?" he asked.

"Huh?" Zoey broke from her thoughts and stepped back a few feet.

"Is it bad?"

"Well, no." Following several seconds of silence, Keith gestured for her to keep going. "It isn't deep. I can, uh, clean it up pretty quick," she replied, scratching her head. The leopardess turned, trying to orient herself, when Keith started walking toward her. "Wha— What are you doing?"

"What? You don't expect me to stand around with a bloody back, do you? Where's your first aid stuff?"

"Oh. In here, I think." Zoey led her brother out of the bathroom and headed toward the kitchen. "And put a shirt on."

"I will when you fix my back." Keith smirked. "'Sides, I thought you liked guys walking around shirtless. Remember... Darrel? Daniel? The wannabe biker dude?"

"Darcel? That Husky I dated in high school?"

"Yeah, that guy. He used to walk around bare-chested all the time, and we both know you got all soggy when he did."

"I only dated him for five months, and most of those were during the summer. It's not like he was walking around shirtless in the middle of winter..." Zoey shook her head. "I haven't thought about Darcel in ages. How the hell do you even remember him?"

"I remember every guy you dated. No easy feat, I admit."

"Well, I remember every girl you ever dated. That doesn't say shit for my memory, but..."

Keith opened his mouth to respond, then closed it again. "So where's that fucking first aid kit?" he eventually asked.

Zoey laughed as she opened a utility closet and pulled the first aid kit off its wall mount. "Alright, Casanova, let's see if there's anything in here for a bruised ego."

"I could've bled out by now if this was a more serious injury."

"I'd have an easier time concentrating if you manned up and quit whining like a pussy."

Keith put his hands on his hips, an action that drew Zoey's attention away from his face. She quickly removed her eyes from his visible abs. "You do realize I totally saved your ass out there, right?" he asked.

Zoey nodded. He actually had saved her ass. In the moment he'd thrown himself on top of her, he couldn't have known whether he was protecting her from a small branch or something large enough to crush them.

"Thanks," she said, setting the kit down on the counter. Keith watched her rummage through its contents and take out a small bandage along with some disinfecting wipes. She looked at him and smiled. "I mean it. Thanks. For a second, it felt like we were younger. My big little brother, looking out for me like my personal knight in shining armor."

Keith blinked at her a few times, taking his hands off his hips and crossing his arms. "Well, honestly, for a second there I forgot you weren't Diana."

Alcohol wipe in hand, Zoey smiled as she walked behind her brother and jammed the moist pad against the wound on his back. "I'm gonna enjoy this," she purred. A second later, Keith yelped from the stinging pain. Once the wound was disinfected, she parted his fur and carefully applied the bandage, smoothing the edges gently with her thumbs. "There we go. Now at least you don't have to worry about any bleeding above the waist."

Keith straightened up with a retort loaded and ready to fire, but said nothing. He stood completely motionless save for a slight tilt of his head, the triangle of his left ear aimed at the rear wall of the cabin as he focused on something invisible. "What's that?"

"What?"

"That noise," Keith whispered. "It's getting louder..." Suddenly, he took off racing up the stairs.

Zoey ran after him. "Keith, what's wrong!?"

He ran into one of the bedrooms and stopped in front of the window. "You gotta be fucking kidding me." Turning back to Zoey, he yelled, "It's an avalanche!"

She could hear it then, a distant noise like the roar of some otherworldly creature as giant as the mountain itself. The sound rose, vibrating through her body and the walls of the cabin. She dashed to the window to see an enormous white wave falling toward them, snapping through the trees. The leopards clutched each other's hands as they watched the avalanche hit the massive crag of rock just up the slope, splitting to either side, redirected like a great river that continued flowing down the hill. The center of the current surged up above the barrier and crashed over the cabin. Snow blasted against the window and both cats dropped to the floor for fear the glass would break.

The intensity of the rumbling weakened as the slide finally shuddered to a stop. The sound of tree trunks snapping under the weight of the snow rang out like a series of gunshots. Following that, everything fell eerily quiet.

Keith realized he was clenching Zoey's hand like a stress ball and released his sweaty grip, still breathing hard in the silence of the cabin. The dark cabin. Half a minute later, he heard a low, machine-like whir. "Backup generators," Zoey whispered just before the lights flickered on.

A pair of shaky legs brought Keith into the hallway overlooking the living room. The view of the mountain had been replaced by a wall of compacted snow. Only a few feet of fading daylight remained visible at the very top of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The sound of the howling wind was muted, reaching his ears as a faint whisper. "Oh my god, we're completely buried."

Zoey moved past him, making her way down the stairs and into the kitchen. As Keith walked from room to room finding every window darkened and every door holding back a mass of snow, he heard Zoey's voice echoing through the cabin. She spoke with increasing desperation, her tone becoming angry, then gradually losing energy. Keith entered the kitchen just as she hung up the phone.

"We're not getting out until tomorrow," she said, her voice slightly shaky. "They'll send a crew to dig us out, but they can't deploy anyone until the storm is over—and even then, there's half a dozen miles of road they'll have to clear before they can even get up here."

"Shit." Keith felt like throwing open the front door and punching his way through the snowpack, but he resolved to keep his cool. "Well, I suppose"—he took a deep breath—"it could be a lot worse. At least we're safe, and we should be okay for a while." He scratched the back of his head, his ear twitching. "Did you and Joel bring up anything edible besides cereal?"

Zoey lethargically opened a cupboard and retrieved its only contents: two bottles of aged cognac. "Grab some glasses," she said with a lopsided grin.

*  *  *

"Uh-huh. Yeah. No, we're definitely fine." Keith rolled his eyes as his thumb hovered over the End Call button. He fought hard against the temptation to cut Joel off mid-sentence.

"That is such a relief," the loin said. "When we heard there'd been an avalanche, we feared the worst."

"Like I said, we'll be fine. You guys just worry about yourselves right now."

"That's all taken care of. When the blizzard started getting bad, Diana and I decided it'd be best if we checked into a hotel down here just to be safe. And don't worry about the cost, Keith. Both rooms are on me."

"You're the best, Joel."

"Don't mention it! As I was explaining to Diana just a little while ago, we've had a—"

"Joel? I hate to cut you off, buddy, but I don't have my phone's charger with me and I want to conserve the battery in case the land line goes out."

"Oh, of course. We'll call you in the morning, then." Laughing, Joel added, "You two try not to kill each other before then!"

"No promises." Keith ended the call and connected his phone to the charger plugged into a nearby outlet, then flopped back onto the leather sofa. Zoey sat across from him in her leggings and a tank top, the small blaze in the fireplace keeping the room too warm to wear much else. Both leopards sipped glasses of cognac as they stared at the TV above the mantel. The screen displayed a rerun of some sitcom Keith had never seen before. Two of the characters were making out in the back row of a movie theater.

"Hey," Zoey said. "Remember the time I gave you a handjob in the pool at the Morrisons' house?"

Keith looked at her. "What?"

Zoey snorted. "Don't pretend like you don't remember. That was the high point of your entire life."

"You're super drunk right now, aren't you?"

"We dumped a bag of grass clippings in the pool so no one would see the huge load you jizzed before the pool got cleaned. I think it worked, even though Mrs. Morrison looked really hard at the water before she told us she wasn't mad."

"There was no way she knew," Keith replied after a moment, looking at Zoey with an arrogant grin on his face. "That was my quick thinking."

"You were quick with everything back then," Zoey said between sips.

"Hey, that's not fair. I was fourteen! That was my first sexual experience with a woman."

Zoey snickered. "Jeez, don't get so defensive. I was just joking. I'm sure you're quick to draw and slow to fire now."

Keith glared at her as he finished the last of his drink. "Wouldn't you like to know," he muttered.

"What's that?" Zoey mockingly brought a hand up to her ear.

Keith set his empty glass on the table and stood up. His belly and chest prickled with warmth from the alcohol, but he wasn't drunk and he suspected his sister wasn't either. Still, the booze had definitely succeeded in loosening their lips. "I said, 'Wouldn't you like to know.'"

Zoey frowned. She moved out of her seat and stepped in front of her brother in one swift motion, her tail swishing behind her. "What if I would?"

Keith looked down at her and placed his hands on his hips. "You're bluffing."

"I bet your dick still has a hair trigger," she snapped back.

"You couldn't handle me long enough to find out."

Zoey stood up as tall as she could, her hands moving to the outside of his forearms. Her mouth hovered inches from his, their faces close enough for the tips of their whiskers to touch. He could smell the cognac on her breath, hot and strong. She searched his amber eyes. "Try me," she whispered, brushing her lips against his. He searched her green eyes. She wasn't bluffing. She was dead fucking serious. Keith began to pull back but stopped abruptly. He gripped her shoulders and kissed her hard. Zoey's eyes grew big as saucers, then slowly slid closed as a low moan reverberated through her throat.

A kiss was all it took to break the dam. Their mouths still attached, both siblings exploded into a flurry of movement. The crackle of the fire and the muted laughter pumping from the TV were drowned out by the sounds of sliding zippers and jostling cloth. Pieces of clothing hit the floor in pairs. The leopards moved as if in a race to see who could strip the fastest.

Zoey noisily broke the connection of their lips to pull off her tank top and bra. As soon as she did, Keith picked her up off her feet and nearly threw her onto the couch, yanking her panties off her legs a second later. The two of them paused only for a moment, their eyes locked as they mutually arrived at the realization of what they were doing. Zoey's breathing quickened. She shifted on the couch to lean back, then spread her thighs apart. Keith looked down at the pink split of her exposed pussy and dropped to his knees. No pretense, no teasing, no light strokes of his fingers—he went straight for the kill, his tongue diving into her cunt as his thumbs spread her lips apart.

Zoey's head whipped back into the cushion. "Oh, god... Oh FUCK, Keith!"

He roughly Frenched her pussy, his tongue swirling all around inside her. He licked up her flowing juices like a feral cat lapping a dish of milk. Her scent was at once pungent and delicate, a deliciously feminine essence unmistakably familiar to him. It was a scent he'd caught from afar countless times as the two of them grew up in the shared space of their family's home.

Keith popped up for air with his mouth and chin thoroughly drenched. He slipped one finger into the slick divide, then a second. He buried them right to the knuckle, his sister's natural lubricant oozing into his palm as he probed the warm, inviting depths of her sex. The sound of her breathless panting made his cock throb in his shorts. Her fingers snaked into his hair, gripping and holding there, pulling harder as his tongue flicked over her clit.

"Fuuuck," Zoey groaned. She pulled her legs further apart and brought her knees back, demonstrating a dancer's flexibility as she crossed her footpaws above her head. Her panting breaths became a quick series of high-pitched whines. Suddenly, she tensed and shuddered, her pussy squeezing around Keith's fingers as she bucked into his eager tongue. He looked up over the heaving mounds of her breasts to see her jaw hanging slack.

"Did... you just...?"

Zoey drew in a long breath and tongued moisture across her lips. "It's... It's not going to get any wetter for you. Come on, little brother. Fuck me."

Keith bolted upright, one hand gripping the edge of the sofa for stability as the other pulled down his boxers. His manhood popped free to stand tall and proud, the length curving upward what looked to be at least a solid eight inches above a hefty pair of balls. "Holy..." Zoey whispered. Her brother's cock had grown substantially since the last time she saw it, a fact made all the more real to her when she felt the large mushroom head press against her wet folds. When it hesitated, she curled her legs around Keith's waist and pulled him into her.

Keith gasped as his cock sank into his sister's cunt, her walls tightening around his girth, squeezing him, pulling him in deeper. He felt his nuts tighten up and panicked, fearing premature release. Breath left his lungs in a rush as he held himself in place for a few moments. Close call. He began to pull back, then slowly pushed forward as he looked to Zoey for direction. "Harder," she said with a slight wince. Keith rolled his hips forward, pushing into her again. He dropped his head down to hers for a wet, open-mouthed kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clutching him tight as he plunged inside her again and again, his pace rapidly picking up momentum.

"Shit," Keith hissed. He grabbed Zoey's legs and hoisting them up over his shoulders, allowing him to put more of his weight into each increasingly powerful thrust. Their torsos inched closer until Zoey's thighs framed her chest, squashing her tits together. Their foreheads made contact, moist noses almost touching above alternating blasts of hot, bourbon-scented breath.

He pounded down into her, using the full weight of his frame to bottom out inside her cunt. He could tell by the intensity of her wide-eyed stare and the shrill pitch of each exhale that she felt every one of his forceful bucks, just as he felt every clinch of the slick wetness surrounding his cock, every movement of her hands on his ass, his back, his face. He heard every moan as a call to make the next louder.

"Don't stop!" Zoey suddenly gasped. "Don't stop!"

Keith could tell she was close. The realization sent a shiver down his spine. He thrust hard into Zoey as her pussy clenched and clenched and clenched. Her back arched and she squealed, her voice filling the space between the rafters.

"Fuck!" Keith roared. He broke from the tight hold of her arms around his neck and pulled out just as the wave of his own orgasm crashed through his body. Jerking himself off, he finished harder on her stomach than he ever had inside his wife.

The strength in his legs promptly vanished and he rolled into the couch beside Zoey, breathing hard. She looked down to her stomach and whistled. A stream of cum ran down from between her breasts to join a milky pool sloshing in the dip of her belly. Ever the gentleman, Keith grabbed his discarded shirt from the floor and handed it to her. She wiped up the mess as well as she could, leaving a large patch of fur across her stomach slicked down with the remnants of his load.

"You do pretty good work," she said, still slightly out of breath. She tossed the slimy shirt over the back of the couch. "You know, for an amateur."

Keith laughed. "Come here. I'm just getting started."

For a long while they kissed and fondled each other, the room warmed by the fire and the heat of their writhing bodies. Zoey purred as she rolled off him, glancing down at the impressive erection still pulsing between his legs. "Here, I'll help you out," she cooed, dropping to her knees. Her mouth opened around his head, the tip of her tongue rising to make contact.

"Wait," Keith said softly. "Just... Hang on a second." Zoey pulled back and stared up at her brother, who wiped his brow with a sigh. "Zoey, I need to ask you something. Why are we here?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know I can't stand being around Joel for any length of time, you and Diana never seem to have much to say to each other, and you said it yourself—I suck at skiing. So why did you invite us up here?"

Zoey smiled gently. "Why do you think?"

"I don't know. You wanted to remind me how much money you guys have, I guess."

"You dumbass." Zoey flicked one of Keith's balls, making him jolt in his seat. "I invited you up here because I wanted to see you again. I was afraid we were losing contact and... I missed you."

Keith's expression softened. He looked into his sister's eyes, watching as they shimmered like emeralds in the flickering firelight. "I missed you too, Zoey."

She scratched the side of her nose. "As for the ski trip, hell, I don't know. There isn't much to do in January. It was Joel's idea."

"Oh, well, then tell him I said thanks for the awesome weekend spent buried in a frozen prison miles from civilization."

Zoey laughed. "At least we're making the most of it." She took his softening cock into her mouth, sucking him back up to a rock-hard erection in a matter of seconds.

Keith drew in a sharp breath and closed his eyes, trying to force himself to sit back and let her work. He couldn't. He had to have his hands on her, stroking her hair, reaching down to pinch her stiff nipples. She moaned around his dick as she swallowed the shaft down to the base, her chin pressed into his furry scrotum. He looked down her back covered in a dazzling pattern of spots, his eyes drawn to the perfect heart shape of her ass. He leaned forward, her ears and hair brushing his stomach as he reached a hand under her tail and pushed a finger into her pussy, following with a second one. She sucked hard on his cockhead, her tongue rolling fast swirls around the slit. He started finger-banging her, grinning at the sound of wet pussy flesh squishing around his digits. He removed one slick finger and teased it against her asshole.

Another loud moan hummed through Keith's cock as Zoey fellated him, which he took as a sign he was on the right track. He gently pushed passed her tight sphincter and eased his finger in as far as he could from that angle. He was so concentrated on her ass that the sensation of his orgasm boiling up took him by surprise. He quickly pulled out of her mouth to avoid shooting too early. "Get up," he ordered, gripping her hips and turning her around.

She wiped spit from her chin as he pulled her around to the edge of the sofa and bent her over. She braced her hands on the leather armrest and waited. He ran the head of his cock against her folds before entering. Zoey's measured breaths grew louder as he slowly pushed deeper, feeling her silken flesh wrapped around him like a glove.

"Deeper," she whispered when he began to pull back. He looked down, pushed forward, forward, until he'd rooted her, holding himself there. He leaned over her, his chest against her back as he reached around to fondle her tits. She turned her head and they kissed aggressively, saliva escaping from between their mouths to drip on the couch. "Fuck me," she said. "Come on, Keith. Fucking ride your sister."

He straightened, grabbing her hips again as he began pumping hard, slapping into her with each stroke. He watched the meat on her ass ripple with every pounding thrust. Her tail curled around his waist as if trying to pull him further into her. A pleasant burning sensation spread from his cock into his abdomen and bled down into his flexing knees.

"Ohhh," Keith grunted, a hot shiver coursing through his body. "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, his voice wavering. "So beautiful."

Zoey gripped the armrest with her left hand and frantically rubbed her engorged clit with the other, her head hanging low. Keith continued to buck into her, the motion making her breasts rock beneath her. She groaned as he pulled her hair, forcing her head back. She was short enough that he could reach her mouth, even amidst his powerful thrusts. He kissed her roughly before pushing her head down, forcing her rear upward. He gave her ass a smack.

"Oh yeah, spank me," she groaned. He slapped her rump again, harder this time. "Mmm, come on. Don't hold back! Use those muscles for a chaAAH!" Keith struck her ass using the whole of his strength, the blow producing an audible SMACK. He followed it up with three more equally powerful strikes. "Fuck," Zoey gasped wetly.

Keith could feel her juices trickle out along the underside of his shaft before dripping off his swinging nuts. He smacked each cheek once more for good measure, then jammed his cock forward and held himself in place, pushing Zoey up onto her toes, then further until she balanced on the arm of the couch with her footpaws hovering a few inches off the ground.

The cloud of warmth engulfing Keith's center condensed behind his cock like a glowing white-hot ball of iron about to burst from the mouth of a cannon. With a frustrated grunt, he pulled out of his sister completely. She glanced back, assuming he wanted to change positions. When he dropped down on the couch, she climbed on top of him, straddling his cock and slipping it inside her yawning cunt, putting her hands on his shoulders and her ripe breasts in his face. She took control of the pace, riding him fast and hard, impaling herself on his rigid member with wild abandon.

He gripped her hips and tried to stave off his orgasm until she could find hers. She stopped pounding and ground her hips, rolling them with quivering thrusts against his lap, her moans begging him to bring her to release. He pulled her close, kissing her passionately. A blast of hot breath rushed into his mouth as a fiercely powerful orgasm shook her entire body.

She kept grinding against him, the vigorous clenching of her pussy bringing him dangerously close to the edge. "Fuck, I'm gonna fucking—" He attempted to dislodge himself but she simply kissed him again, clutching him tightly as his hips bucked up into her and he exploded with a throaty grunt. His cock thrashed inside the warm tunnel of her cunt, spurting over and over again, his aching nuts empting in seconds.

Keith wrapped his arms across her back as the almost painful throbs of his orgasm gradually subsided. Zoey gently ground against him for a time, prolonging the bliss of their intimate contact, before she kissed him tenderly. With no small amount of reluctance, she pulled away and climbed to her feet. The cock stretching her twat popped free like a rubber plug, standing rigid and shining with a creamy glaze of their combined fluids. Immediately, thick streams of cum spilled down the inside of her thighs. "Tickles," she giggled.

The sound of his sister's girlish laughter brought a smile to Keith's face. "I could use a little breather," he sighed. "How about a shower? We've got all night to fuck."

Zoey brushed a tangle of blue-streaked hair out of her eyes. "A shower sounds nice." She leaned over and whispered into her brother's ear, "If you make me cum again while we're in there, I'll let you fuck me in the ass."

Keith rose to his feet with renewed enthusiasm. Zoey grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bathroom, momentarily forgetting the mess they'd made in the living room. She turned on the shower and held her fingers in the running water. Satisfied with the temperature, she stepped under the stream, a contented exhale slipping from her lips as hot water cascaded down the curves of her body.

Behind her, Keith cleared his throat. "You know, now that I think about it, I've gotten you off more times than you have me. I think you could cut me a little slack."

"So what? Are you saying you want to make this a contest?"

He snorted. "We're siblings, Zoey. Everything's a contest."