“Minnie!” her mom called from the kitchen, “give your little brother a bath! I won’t ask again!” 

The braixen in question groaned from her place on the sofa, sinking furthering into the rich fabric in an attempt to vanish from all responsibility. Why did this have to happen now? She just sat down, like, five minutes ago. All she wanted to do was stretch out her legs on the couch, watch some TV, and wipe that boring day of school from her mind. Were a few moments of relaxation really too much to ask?

Apparently so, because  it was always, ‘Minnie, your brother’s bored, entertain him. Minnie, your brother rolled in mud again, give him a bath. Minnie, your brother fell over, fix his boo-boo. Minnie, Minnie, Minnie!’ 

She was so sick of it.

Twirling her favorite stick between her pawpads with barely-restrained frustration, she yelled back, “Why don’t you do it? You’re his mom, not me! I can’t do everything.”

“I’m busy making your dinner, young lady!” was the obnoxious delphox’s reply. She hoped it wasn’t spaghetti again—she didn’t want to give Kyle one bath, let alone two. “Get your butt off that couch,” Mom continued, “draw his bath and, for the love of Arceus, make sure he doesn’t drown the bathroom floor again!”

“Ugh, fine!” she relented. Winning this argument wasn't worth it, as unfair her mom was being. “But I want magikarp for dinner!” 

“Already on it, sweetie!” Mom yelled back. Why did she always have to yell? The kitchen was literally connected to the living room. Hadn’t she taught her about inside voices? At least dinner would be something good, but ugh.  

Chewing on her favorite stick for a couple more seconds, Minnie groaned, scratched the fur on her left thigh, and stood up, deciding to just get this over with as she headed in the direction of the bathroom. Kyle was probably playing outside, adding multiple pounds of dirt to his already thick fur. She shuddered at the thought of how murky the water was going to be.

Leaving the living room through one of only two halls in the house led to the bathroom on her left. She opened the door, paying little mind to the towel racks and bottles of soap, and decided to spend only, like, ten seconds looking into the mirror to make sure her fur was okay. A bit scruffy here and there, and her tail was flatter than she’d like, but— 

She tore her gaze from the mirror, realizing she was distracting herself, putting things off. She’d do her fur later. After Kyle undoubtedly messed everything up even further than it already was.

She walked over to the tub, big enough that her mom could comfortably lie in without curling up. The shower curtain was already pulled off to the side, with its familiar gaudy design that always made her gag. Who even liked Starmie? Not to be mean or anything, but if it were up to her, the shower curtain would be filled with images of hunky flareon. Now that was her kind of eye-candy! 

Sighing again, she stowed her favorite twig safely into her tail before twisting the knob to start the bath, filling the bathroom with the familiar soothing roar of the faucet. Naturally, the water was piping hot, steam already starting to waft from the shallow pool spreading along the bottom of the tub. Knowing just how Kyle liked it, and cursing that fact that she knew so much about the little guy’s bath preferences, Minnie grabbed the bottle of ‘super manly bubble stuff’, his words, and gave it a good squirt into the torrent. 

She hummed, satisfied that the bath would be ready once she acquired Kyle from wherever he was. 

As she left the bathroom and headed toward the backdoor, her mind shifted toward thoughts of flareon. Hunky flareon. With large, poofy tails, big muscles, and even bigger cocks. She squeezed her thighs together and sighed longingly at the thought, then cursed herself for it. She really didn’t want to think about this right now. Even though she really kinda did. 

Even if she did get aroused, it wasn’t like her brother would notice. He was oblivious, too young. Might even call her smelly again—ouch—but she could live with that. Though if he called her spade a sheath one more time, she might get a little snippy. 

There was being blissfully ignorant, then there was Kyle.

“Stupid hunky flareons,” she whispered as she opened the sliding door to the backyard. “I really need to get a boy… Huh, he’s not here.” The braixen fiddled with her stick as she peered out across the small, fenced-in yard with a single sandbox that could be generously called a playground. Boyish toys of all kinds of lame were sprinkled about the sand, but was clearly absent the bundle of *joy* that was her brother. 

She scanned the yard for a moment longer before deciding he wasn’t outside.

Shrugging, Minnie closed the sliding door and set out for his room. She made a brief detour to the bathroom to shut off the faucet, then headed upstairs and toward the door on the right, directly across from her room. Which was easy to tell, due to the ‘no boys allowed’ sign written in blood.

...Okay, it wasn’t really blood, but she told Kyle it totally was.

She went to open the door, only to pause, ears perked as they picked up a repetitive sound. Soft huffing, along with rhythmic thumps. Was he exercising? Kyle never exercised, at least if she didn’t count being a dork and rolling in mud as exercise. Which she did not. 

Intrigued, Minni stepped closer to the door and pressed an ear to it. It was muffled, but the thin wood didn’t block sounds all that well, and what she heard as heavy breathing turned out to be just that. Why would her brother be breathing heavily? What was that thumping?

Her mind tried connecting the noises to something in particular, but she dismissed that immediately. Just, ew. No way. He wasn’t even evolved yet, and she doubted he even liked girls, there was no way he knew about touching himself.

"Hnnn… Shella...”

Her mouth fell open. Shella was his stuffed eevee! Is Kyle humping his plushie? The thought broke her brain. She couldn’t imagine it. Her little, innocent brother, pleasuring himself. 

Then again, hadn’t she also started exploring around his age? She distinctly remembered rubbing against her stuffed mareep, well before she understood the concept of masturbation, and long before she realized what was and wasn’t sexy. It felt good, so she did it. Simple as that.

Though I did have a crush on a cute mareep in class, she mused, Is there an eevee Kyle fancies?

She kept an ear pressed against the door, eavesdropping on her brother’s mumbles of pleasure, unsure if she should be listening or not. It was honestly kind of exciting. She’d never been this close to a boy while they were doing that. Which was a crazy realization in of itself: her brother was a boy. He had the parts, and those parts were being used. Right now. On a poor, defenseless stuffed eevee. 

Without even really planning to, Minnie’s right paw migrated between her thighs and brushed against her spade, the swelling mound of flesh twitching from the contact. She pulled away with a soft gasp, paw coming away wet and slick with her own fluids.

This is turning me on, oh Arceus! What is wrong with me?!

She whined without thinking, only to snap her trap shut, not wanting to be caught. What if he heard and told Mom she was listening? She’d be in so much trouble.

“Oh… Heck… Gonna, hnnnn…”

Minni’s felt like her stomach was full of squirming eelektrik. Her little brother was going to cum, wasn’t he? Going to twitch and squirt and feel orgasmic pleasure all because of his toy.

She had to see it. Had to know what it looked like. She’d never seen a boy ejaculate outside of porn, and the thought that, just behind that door, was a boy about to do just that had her curiosity burning brighter than the Sun.

Carefully, oh-so-carefully, Minnie nudged the door open, the quadruped-friendly design making the latch nearly silent. She blessed Arceus for these doors and peeked through the tiny crack, only for her heart to nearly stop: on his bed with his tail arched high and butt facing her was her little fennekin brother, Kyle, biting the scruff of Stella’s neck as he humped that giant plushie like a pokemon possessed. It was clumsy, it was crude, and it was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. 

Minnie couldn’t resist touching herself anymore. She reached down to cup her spade, sliding a firm, flexible claw along her entrance, shivering at the welcome contact. O-oh gosh, I can’t believe what I’m about to do. But, Arceus, do I need this… 

While she couldn’t see much of his shaft from this angle, his fuzzy little balls were clear as day. They were taut against his backside, so much so she couldn’t tell where one testicle began and another ended. She wondered if that was because he was young, or if all guys had their balls up tight like that during sex.

His tailhole tensed while she looked, telling her how close he was. Would it twitch like her’s did? None of the pornos she watched showed the dude’s butthole, but she knew her butthole clenched and relaxed during orgasm due to the few times she touched it mid-climax. It went wild, too, something she learned during that time she braved sticking a claw her claw inside. 

Deciding that was a good idea—sticking a claw inside the correct hole, not the butt stuff—Minnie slid a digit into herself up to the knuckle, producing a loud schlick that made her ears flatten in a panic. Geez, have I ever been this wet before? Please don’t hear me…
 
Breathing fast, Minnie got off with increasing vigor, taking full advantage of how slick her spade was to go straight to town. Usually she’d ease herself up to it, perhaps rub the outside some more, but she didn’t know how long Kyle would last, and the thought of being unable to finish with him triggered something primal in her. 

The braixen strangled a moan as she rubbed against her clit from the inside, and she grew increasingly nervous as the sounds of her masturbation grew increasingly squishy. It felt too good to stop. Too wonderfully naughty to cease. No way he’d hear. He was close, too. He would be too distracted by pleasure to pay attention to—

Kyle’s tailhole burst into rhythmic motion, disrupting her thoughts with the grand finale she’d been waiting for. 

The young fennekin whimpered as he shoved his hips forward, holding deathly still as his cock twitched and jerked, pressed so firmly against Stella that only his rapidly swelling knot was exposed for Minnie’s viewing pleasure, stretching his sheath and exciting her to no end. The sight had her wishing she could help him, to go in there, peel back his sheath a bit, and give his knot some breathing room. Maybe lick it a little… take it into her mouth… provide warmth and pressure, suckle him like a teat.  

“F-fuck,” the voyeuristic braixen whimpered, the fantasy proving incredibly effective as she fingered herself with three claws now, spade clutched between with both paws, squishing her vulva hard enough to almost hurt. “Fuck,” she repeated more loudly, growing lightheaded as she reached the point of no return and kept going, the imminent release making her legs tremble and her mind melt, “Soooo close… I’m g-gonna… I’m going to…”

When she finally peaked, it was more than she thought possible. Her insides clamped down, squeezing and building the pressure to impossible levels, before releasing in an explosion of contractions and relief. She barely fought back a scream, biting her lip hard enough to taste copper. 

Throughout her peak, never did she take her eyes off her brother, not as her vision swam with swirls of pleasure, nor as her vagina wrung her claws for all they were worth, spade bouncing within the firm grasp of her paws. In the back of her mind, she knew her tailhole was twitching with as much urgency as her brother’s, further fueling the fires of release. 

The best orgasm of her life, and it was unfolding outside her brother’s door.

A moan slipped through as pleasure continued to spill over, this one louder than before, something she immediately regretted when her brother swiveled around faster than she’d thought possible, panic shining in his eyes. 

Minnie scrambled away from Kyle's door, only to fall flat onto her rump with a strangled yelp, legs spread and spade twitching in the open air. 

Liquid fear coursed through her veins. Did he see her? What would he think if he did? He wasn't making any noises, so with any luck, he was just keeping quiet in the hope no one heard him. Maybe she could bluff her way out of this? Whatever she did, she had to say something before her brother poked his head out of his room and witnessed her unflattering position; sprawled out in the hall, spade twitching away with pleasure that couldn’t be stopped. 

Think, Minnie, think!

"B-bath's ready!" she blurted, trying and failing to keep her voice steady, but hoping Kyle's unobservant nature would pull through. "I heard you playing, and, uh, because I don't want to disturb you, I'll wait for you in the downstairs bathroom! Don't take too long! Bye!"

Cursing her stupid excuse, Minnie nonetheless needed to get the heck out of there before Kyle could think he saw her, and so wasted no time scrambling to her feet and rushing downstairs, holding her crotch the entire way down, as though she were trying to stop her climaxing spade from leaping away. Which she kind of was: the thought of Mom seeing her like this, rushing toward the bathroom grabbing at her crotch like a little kit needing to go potty, was too terrible to consider. 

For the first time ever, she wished her orgasms didn't last for so unbelievably long. 

On the upside, Kyle was probably experiencing the same issue, maybe worse if she was right about how knots worked. There should be time to recover before he came down for his bath. 
 
Hopefully.

Minnie made it to the bathroom without incident and slammed the door shut behind her. She collapsed with her back to the door, panting, trying and failing to ignore her ongoing orgasm. Didn’t help that she kept her paw against her twitching spade, applying pressure that only seemed to excite her sensitive flesh. What else could she do? It just felt so good! Even the thought of being discovered amplified the experience, sending glorious tingles through her underbelly. Pleasure mingled with the terror, leaving her feeling very confused.

She squeezed her thighs together and whined softly, hoping this didn’t last for five minutes like her other orgasms. 

“You know that touching it only makes it last longer, stupid,” she growled under her breath, now glaring at her crotch. As if that would do anything to the spasming flesh. She curled her toes and squeezed her thighs so tightly together they squished her spade. Naturally, that only made it feel better. “Hnnn, just stop!”

After minutes of anxiety-inducing pleasure, her orgasm finally began to subside, ebbing away like gentle waves on the ocean. But she didn’t have time to celebrate. The door unlatched—forgot to lock it, fuck—and her brother nosed his way inside, looking about as nervous as she felt. Did he know? Surely not. 

“Hi, Sis. Thanks for letting me finish playing. I had a lot of stuff to put away, so, um, thanks. That was nice of you.” He scuffed at the ground, his claws going click-clack against the tiled flooring of the bathroom. She could have sworn he glanced between her legs at her twitching spade, but he was already looking the other way when she noticed. It must have been her imagination. “Ummm, you didn’t open the door, right?”

He’s on to me! Think faster, Minnie. Think!

“Nope!” she blurted, perhaps too quickly. At his nervous look, she added, “I tripped against your door.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Before an awkward silence could form, she forced a smile and said, “Ready for your bath? Mom wants you cleaned up before dinner.” Realizing she didn’t sound nearly as bored and upset as she usually did, she added, “Ugh. So annoying.”

“Okay!” he chirped. “I feel icky anyway, so a bath sounds super!” 

He squeezed past her and immediately she was blasted with his scent: thick, pungent, and unmistakable male. She struggled not to cough as her nostrils flared. Even if she hadn’t watched him jizz all over his toy—though she hadn’t seen the jizzing part, technically—the scent would definitely have given himself away. He probably didn’t realize how obvious it was, the poor thing. 

Does this mean that really was his first time cumming?

Heart pounding in her chest, Minnie swallowed her excitement and watched Kyle to make sure he didn’t make a mess, only for another issue to present itself: his tail remained hiked as he climbed the rim of the bath, revealing everything for her wandering gaze. 

Usually, this wouldn’t be a problem. Usually, she wouldn’t even process it. Usually, she barely even cared. She’d seen his rump loads of times and cleaned him up after his escapades in the yard just as often. Only, those other times weren't right after watching her brother blow his first load all over Shella. Now she couldn’t look away from his tight pucker, and found herself licking her lips at the sight of his snug little balls. She couldn’t see anything sticking out of his sheath—not that she could see his sheath from this angle—but there was no dangling penis, or other such indication of the lewd events that transpired. 

Nothing except the intoxicating scent that seemed designed to rile her up.

“Ummm, sis? Can you get in with me? Please?” She looked at the fennekin as though he’d grown a second head. He was halfway in the tub, one foreleg and hindleg each, glancing back at her with hope in his big amber eyes. “I know you don’t like to... but it’s been forever since last time! And you’re being super nice today, which is super cool, so pleeeease?”

Minnie was at a loss for words. Was she nicer to Kyle today? She hadn't thought so, but maybe getting off to the young fennekin, and nearly being caught in the process, had her trying to make up for it by being nice, to ease the churning guilt building within her gut. But was she feeling ‘nice’ enough to get in the bath with him? To go back to when they were younger? The last time had been… years, honestly. She was surprised he even remembered. 

She should have said no. Told him he was getting too big, she was getting too big, and it would only be awkward. Because she knew if she got into that bath, all she’d be able to think about would be the sight of Kyle humping that eevee, his twitching tailhole, and the moans of bliss as he finally experienced the joys of masturbation.

“Sure!” she said. “But only this once. Uhh, and don’t tell mom, okay?” Going from not wanting much to do with Kyle to getting in the tub with him would be suspicious. 

“Yay!” Kyle cheered. “We’re gonna have so much fun, Min!”

The accidental lewd implications had her swallowing hard. “Y-yeah, can’t wait.”

The tub was large enough to fit her mom fully stretched out, so it had plenty of room for a teenage braixen and a fennekin. She slid a single ankle into the hot water, hesitating for a moment before climbing in fully. Everything about this felt incredibly awkward. It shouldn’t have, it really shouldn’t have, but she was nervous about her scent. Would he notice how musty she smelled? Mom smelling it on her was mortifying enough with the talk she got subjected to. But no, Kyle seemed happily oblivious to the fact she just rubbed one out, and why shouldn’t he? She doubted he even knew girls could do that unless he was much less innocent than she thought. 

“You coming?” Kyle asked innocently, surrounded by bubbles.

“Yes, sorry, just thinking about school,” she lied, climbing in behind him. The near-boiling water enveloped her paws, thighs, and butt, submerging her entire lower half in a pleasant warmth that had her groaning with delight, hot water engulfing her spade. This was always the best part of sliding into baths, especially ones this steamy and bubbly. Settling in, sinking down under the bubbles, she could almost, almost, ignore the prepubescent fennekin giggling between her legs as he popped bubbles with his snout. But as much as she wanted to let him do his own thing, she knew he needed her help getting clean. He was only a fennekin, after all.

The bath proceeded normally for the next few minutes. She grabbed a plain washcloth from the shelf next to the tub, squirted soap onto it, dipped it once into the bubbly water, and proceeded to scrub the giggly fennekin down, washing his mangled fur until it shined. Certain thoughts crept to the forefront of her mind, especially when one of his paws accidentally brushed her sex under the water, making her tense, but the mundane activity of bathing her little brother kept them mostly at bay.

Then came the time to clean his underbelly. 

As a fennekin, her brother couldn't really reach most places. Sure, he could lick himself clean, technically that was an option, but that sort of behavior was discouraged from a young age. It was also pretty gross. So she was expected to clean him in his entirety. Nothing was off-limits; everything needed a good, gentle scrubbing. This provided a wonderful excuse to grope him. 

She bit her lip. Could she really do that? What if he noticed? What if he told Mom? No, she decided, he wouldn't tell. And even if he did, she had plausible deniability. Mom would never believe she did it on purpose. 

Kyle usually squirmed when getting washed, whining about how annoying it was, but for once he was surprisingly calm as she lifted his tail and was greeted by what treasures lay underneath. Most of the good stuff was hidden underwater, but his cute little tailhole stared out at her, bubbles clinging to either side of that tight pucker. She so desperately wanted to touch him, to 'accidentally' slide her claw across the puckered hole instead of using the washcloth, but she couldn't work up the nerve. She couldn’t risk it.

She settled for doing things normally. "I’m about to wash your butt, okay?" She always warned him before this part, because no pokemon liked to be surprised by a touch there. 

"'Kay, Min!" Kyle chirped, holding still with bubbles up to his neck. She was taken aback. Did he sound excited, or was she projecting her newly discovered perversions onto him? Cleaning Kyle had never been sexual. Heck, she'd always thought of it as nothing more than a gross chore. But now she couldn’t stop thinking about it, squeezing her thighs together under the water as warmth bloomed through her. 

Minnie brought the sudsy cloth against Kyle’s butt, trying, and failing, to pretend nothing had changed. 

When her brother was born, Mom taught her how to clean a boy down there, preparing her for being the 'best, most responsible big sister ever'. Washing his tailhole was simple enough, and it proved easy now. Everyone had one, so she didn't need much instruction. But his balls were different, and she had to be extra careful with them. His sheath was sensitive, too, and required being peeled back to gently wash his taper with soapy water. Too much soap could irritate his 'boy parts', Mom had said, like getting soap stuck between her labia. Which wasn't fun.

How she hadn’t realized before just how exciting this was, she’d never understand.

She reached forward with the washcloth, ready to mechanically wash his rump and balls and everything else, only to realize something: what if he was just as curious about her as she was of him? He had just masturbated, after all, so surely he was interested in girls now. She stared at his awaiting butthole, the puckered star twitching occasionally whenever Kyle squirmed. The balls underneath called to her as well, tucked safely in their sack, tight against his backside. She wanted to touch it. She really, really did.

Swallowing hard, Minnie placed the washcloth on his pucker, moving the sudsy fabric in slow, steady circles as she said, as casually as she could, “S-so, are you, uh, curious about girls yet?”

Kyle’s asshole flexed hard through the cloth as he literally squeaked. “N-no!” he said much too quickly to be the truth. “Girls are icky!”

“I’m a girl,” she pointed out, barely paying attention to where she scrubbed. “I’m not icky, am I?”

“You’re not a girl, you’re my sister!” 

He sounded so confident, too! It was exactly the sort of mindset she had about him all these years. He was just her brother, not a boy, not really. Oh, how naive she had been. 

Minnie sighed, and went back to scrubbing, to the flustered boy’s obvious relief. It was clear he was curious, but if she pushed he’d just keep on denying it. She’d have to be more clever about it. Ease him into it. 

In the meantime, she enjoyed feeling his sensitive bits through the cloth. She had moved on to washing his cute little scrotum and was taking her time cleaning it, well beyond the point where she should have. He didn’t complain. If anything, he liked it, given the soft giggles he made as she rubbed the ticklish skin. 

“Okay,” she chirped when she was done scrubbing his balls, “get on your back so I can get the rest. You know the drill.” 

Washing his sheath with his butt facing her wasn’t ideal, since it was still underwater. He obeyed, though not without a moment’s hesitation. The water level was just low enough so he could lay down without being underwater, so it didn’t surprise her when he looked up at her shyly, forelegs on his chest and hind legs dangling below. 

What did surprise her was the pink tip jutting out of his sheath. Not even a little sliver like sometimes happened, which Mom told her was natural for boys of all ages, but the full-blown start to an erection. His sheath was bulging, and she knew much more of his length lay within.  

Kyle whined when he noticed where she was staring. He tried covering himself with his forepaws, but it wasn’t very effective. Most of the bubbles had been washed away, too, so there was nothing he could do to hide his little problem. “S-sorry!” he squeaked, “I can’t help it, it’s been like that a lot lately… You don’t have to wash me there today.”

Heart racing, she replied, “No, no, I have to. Mom will be on my case if I don’t make sure everything is clean. It doesn’t bother me. You’ve gotten stiffies before, it’s nothing I haven’t seen.” A total lie. This with nothing like his usual stiffies. At most, there would be a tiny hint of pink, just a glimpse of his tip. This was his entire tip, a red, throbbing cone that jutted proudly from his sheath. 

“O-okay.” He squirmed like a particularly fussy kit, his bushy tail tickling her left thigh under the water. “Be careful. It’s, uh... ticklish.” She almost smirked. If only he knew just how much she knew. 

She wanted to just throw caution to the wind and grab his pecker, squeeze it between her soft paw pads. Alas, she used the sudsy cloth to brush against it instead, and slowly scrubbed around his election, making sure to peel back the sheath and clean the boy gunk inside. Not that she noticed any 'boy gunk'. Which was weird. Hadn't he ejaculated all over himself? In the pornos she'd seen, males made a huge mess. Especially those with knots; their watery seed got into all sorts of nooks and crannies. 

At least the lack of goop made her job easier. Maybe he wasn’t even old enough for that yet?

She finished cleaning him with time to spare, but she didn't want to stop. She was too busy enjoying how his penis continued to stiffen through the fabric of the washcloth. Maybe she could get away with a brief touch? A real touch, without the cloth in the way. He wouldn’t know it was on purpose.

Swallowing hard, she accidentally dropped the washcloth, and then ‘slipped’ her right forepaw against his warm, twitching length in the process. She kept it there for a second, taking in the feeling of a boy's half-mast penis against her digits, staring down at her wide-eyed brother with her own expression of shock. One that didn’t have to be faked.

"O-oops," she said as she pulled away, though not without sliding a claw along the bulge in his sheath, getting a good feel of his restrained knot. His glans twitched. Did that feel good for him? "Dropped the cloth," she explained, "Didn't mean to touch it like that."

"I-it’s okay, it was an accident…" His words were quiet as he stared at her, an expression in his eyes she couldn’t quite parse. Was he excited? Embarrassed? Both? He didn't say anything else, just stared. Then he glanced down at her crotch before swiftly looking away, ears flat against his head.
 
Her spade twitched with excitement, and she cheered internally. If he was curious about her spade now, maybe she could push it further? Get him to initiate. After all, if he asked to touch her, or asked for more, it wouldn't be her fault.

"Mhm, all clean though!” she chirped. “But now it's time for me to get clean. Let me scrub my girl parts real fast, then we're done!"

She grabbed the same cloth she used on Kyle, and without hesitation brought it down to her spade to give it a gentle wash, aware of her brother’s eyes on her the entire time. She didn’t call it out. After all, she wanted him to look.

She was thorough. Not only had she just masturbated, but she was still pretty aroused. She was probably pretty rank down there. So her efforts were focused on her spade, her mechanical motions only making her tingle slightly, but eventually she moved down to her thighs and butt to get all the fluids and sweat out of her fur. She arched her back a bit to get easier access, jutting her spade out of the water, right in front of Kyle's curious young eyes. Again, if he didn't say anything, neither would she.

"All done!" she said after about thirty seconds of scrubbing. "Even girls have to clean themselves down there, you know."

"Y-yeah," he said. His penis had not calmed down. If anything, it was even larger. Still small compared to other pokemon, and most of his length was hidden in the sheath. She also knew that he wouldn't get fully hard until during orgasm, though she still thought it was a little weird. After all, only pokemon with knots were like that. “Can... can I keep looking?" 

Her heart leapt with excitement. This is it! This is my chance!

Keeping her voice steady, she asked, “Oh? Are you curious?”

Kyle looked away.  “Y-yeah. I’ve seen your thingy lots, but it's more interesting now for some reason,” he whispered. “Mom says staring at girls is rude, but you get to look at mine all the time, and you even got to t-touch it! So it’s only fair I get to look too! Pleeeease?” 

Her mind screamed at her to say no, but the tingly warmth between her thighs made it hard to remember why agreeing would be so bad. “I thought I wasn’t a girl?”

He gaped at her like a magikarp. “You’re… sort of a girl,” he admitted, sounding confused. “You have, um, the vul-thingy, and it’s girly I guess? But you’re my sister! Girls are icky, and you’re not icky.” His line of logic had her giggling. “It’s not funny!”

She laughed even harder, feeling freeer than ever as this chain of events unfolded. “It totally is,” she said, trying to restrain her giggles and failing miserably. “Oh my gosh, you’re such a dork!”

Kyle huffed and stuck his tongue out at her. 

She knew she should have stopped this here. Cut her losses. If he told Mom about this conversation so far, it would sound kind of innocent, just a sister inquiring about her little brother’s maturity. Maybe a bit of lewd talk, but nothing irredeemable. Even the touch could easily be explained away as an accident.

But Minie didn’t stop there. 

Once she had her giggles under control, she reclined in the tub and purposefully lifted her crotch out of the water. The tip of her dark spade breached the surface through a gap in the bubbles, glistening wet and impossible to ignore even for Kyle. He definitely noticed, and his eyes grew very wide indeed.

“S-see? I am so a girl!” she insisted, heart pounding in her chest. “Why else would I have these girl parts you want to look at so badly if I’m not a girl?” 

“But girls are icky!” he repeated, seemingly unable to comprehend the contradiction in his logic. “Even if they’re, um, parts are kinda cool.” She raised an eyebrow at him, and he groaned. “Fiiine, you’re a girl. Happy?”

She beamed. “Very! And here, just for admitting it, you can look as much as you want.”

“Really? Awesome!”

“Just, uh, don’t tell Mom I’m doing this,” she added.

“Hehe, you betcha, Sis!” he said with a silly grin, gazing down to her crotch with big, bright eyes. ”Wow, it’s really okay with you? I can… really do this?” 

He’s staring at your crotch, her brain unhelpfully supplied. You’re letting your little brother do it! You’re going to get in so much trouble!

“It’s really okay with me,” she said, ignoring her traitorous thoughts. Then, almost in a whisper, “But have you ever wanted to touch a girl there? I promise I won’t tell anyone if you have.”

“U-um, maybe a little,” he admitted, ducking lower into the water, bubbles clinging to his chin like a funny beard. “But no one would let me touch there, right? It’s weird, and gross, and rude. Mom says it’s private, and I should never, ever do that. But I… want to? Even yours. Am I weird?”

“You’re perfectly normal,” Minnie soothed, though her words were just as much for herself as him. She began while rubbing her arm in preparation for what she wanted to say next. “Hey, Kyle? If you promise not to tell Mom, you can…” She trailed off. This is such a bad idea. I can’t believe I’m even considering this. “...You can touch me there if you want.”

Kyle swiveled around in the tub so fast it nearly sent water splashing over the edge. “Really?!” he gasped. “You mean it? I can touch your peepee?” His eyes were so wide, so amazed by her offer, that she wondered if they might pop out of his head.

Accidental, and not-so-accidental, peeking was normal for most pokemon, especially ones who didn’t wear clothes. It wouldn’t have been anything too strange if not for the ongoing danger of the current conversation. But the offer she gave him went well beyond ‘peeking’. He probably didn’t realize the risk she was taking, which only made her heart flutter all the more. 

She smiled nervously. “Y-yes, but keep your voice down,” she urged, glancing at the locked bathroom door. “We’ll get in lots of trouble if Mom heard you say that.”

His ears fell. “Oh. Sorry…”

“It’s okay,” she said, unable to be mad at the adorable fennekin. “Also, It’s called a vulva or spade, not ‘peepee’.”

“Ooooh, vulva? Cool!” He covered his mouth. “S-sorry.”

His enthusiasm was adorable, but could she really go through with this? The tingly warmth between her thighs made it hard to consider the risks. Maybe if she knew how knowledgeable her brother was first, yeah, that would help her feel better. “Before we do anything, how much do you know about sex?” 

Now he looked really embarrassed, almost sinking down into the bubbles. “U-um, some older kids at school mentioned it. Getting tail, I think? They said it’s fun!”

She imagined none of those kids actually ‘got tail’, but she nodded anyway. “Exactly. And you know that touching yourself down there can feel really, really good, right?”

“Yeah! I figured that out a couple days—” he closed his mouth. “This is super top secret, okay?” She couldn’t help it: she snorted at the ridiculousness of him being worried about secrets when she was the one who’s tail was on the line. “H-h-hey, don't laugh, it’s not funny! I’m serious! Don’t tell anyone!”

“Hehe, I’m not laughing at you,” she assured him between giggles. Internally she was bouncing with excitement. He’s going to tell me he masturbates, I just know it! “Don’t worry, my lips are sealed. Spill it.”

“Okay, um." He squirmed, making ripples in the water. "Just promise not to think I’m weird! I learned I can sorta, um, rub myself against Shella, and it feels nice and stuff. Then right before you came in, it got super good! I rubbed so much I thought I’d explode! But then I got all twitchy and tingling and it felt even better!" He was now standing up in the tub as he spoke, eyes bright and delighted. 

“Girls can do the same,” she told him gleefully. “It feels great! And the reason it feels great is because boys and girls are supposed to do it together. Believe it or not, but your penis is supposed to fit inside me.” 

“No way!” 

She laughed at his adolescent disbelief. “It’s true!” she insisted. Still seeing that he didn’t quite believe her, she brought her right paw down to her spade and, after a brief moment of hesitation, spread herself for her now very-wide-eyed brother. “S-see? It’s an opening. It goes pretty deep. It’s, um, it’s my vagina.”

“Wooow,” he said, eyes wide with wonder. “Is it like you peehole?”

“Not really. My peehole is here.” She poined to a spot vaguely between the entrance to her vagina and whatever her tip was called. “You probably can’t see it, but trust me, my peehole is somewhere different.”

“I can touch it though?” he asked with an adorable head tilt. “Like, actually, really touch your v-vulva?”

This was it. The point of no return. Everything up to this point could be buried and forgotten about. “Go ahead,” she allowed. “Just be careful, okay? No being rough! It’s not a toy, and—”

There was a sudden knock on the door. 

“Kids’!” Mom said, loud enough to nearly stop her heart. “Dinner’s ready in five minutes! Hurry up and dry off!”

Minnie rose up in the tub, adrenaline jump-starting her very soul as she knocked Kyle over in her haste to leave the tub. 

“Sorry!” she apologized as she emerged from the water and climbed out. She shook herself, only to stop when she realized just how damp her fur was. There was way too much they had to do if they were to make it in time. “Crap, my fur’s waterlogged! We need to hurry, or Mom’ll get suspicious.”

“W-what about touching you?” Kyle whined from his spot in the tub. His ears were flat as he stared between her legs, where her vulva jutted out proudly. “Can’t I do that first? I’ll be fast!”

She halted abruptly, biting her lip as she considered it. Then she shook her head. “Sorry, Kyle,” she began in a whisper, “but it’ll get me too excited, you know?” 

“Like with me and Shella?” he said, ears falling as he realized what she meant. She was impressed that he understood.

“Exactly like that.” The little fennekin clearly wasn’t happy about the confirmation, though, sinking into the water and blowing bubbles like he tended to when upset. She didn’t feel good about denying him, and she also wanted to explore him more too, so she took a huge risk by saying,  “Okay, Kyle? Sneak into my room an hour after Mom tucks you in, okay? Then you can touch mine… if I can touch yours again after."

His mood flipped in an instant as he nodded with a big smile. “That’s fair!” Then his smile faded, and he scraped at the ground with his paw as he said, “I wish I could touch it now though… just once?”

Kyle’s gaze returned to her spade, which jutted out at eye level for the braixen, clearly teasing him with its presence. The not-so-innocent curiosity in his eyes sent tingles through her crotch, culminating in a sudden flex of her vulva. 

She let out a deep breath. “If you’re quick, you can touch it before we dry off. You can touch me more in depth later, but keep it brief for now, got it?”

There was no hesitation on Kyle’s side. He nodded fast enough his head was a blur, then immediately reached forward with a paw and pressed it against her sex, squishing it slightly. A-ah, his are softer than my own paws! She barely resisted the urge to jerk her hips forward.

Kyle looked upon her vulva with undisguised awe. Giggling quietly, the excited fennekin pushed more forcefully against her black folds, making her inhale sharply as her spade flexed hard, stimulating her way more than she wanted to be right now. 

“O-okay, that’s enough, Kyle!” she said, stepping back to forcefully remove his paw. She wished they could keep going, but they were on the clock.

Kyle sat down with a pout. “Aww, okay… But you promise I can touch it more later?” 

“I promise,” she said, making his ears perk. “Now let’s get both of us dried off.”

“Woo!” he cheered. “You’re the best sister ever, Minnie!”

“Y-yeah… best.”