The New Normal
By Green

Author's note: Although this story is based on the Covid-19 crisis of 2020, it is in no way intended to belittle or diminish the experiences of the people who have died or lost loved ones to the disease. It is merely a perverted look at the lockdown conditions that resulted from the crisis, meant to bring a little kinky fun into people's lives during a dark time in history. 

It was a cool, foggy afternoon, the sort of late spring day that would almost certainly give way to rain at some point, but that didn't stop Sam Robertson from gazing out the window in a melancholy way and wishing he could step outside and go for a walk. Technically, there was nothing stopping him, of course, but technicalities did little to make him feel better. The capuchin monkey sighed and slumped down a little on the couch before trying to turn his attention back on the newspaper he was holding. It was a little bit of a fool's errand, though, with an entire group conversation going on in the kitchen. Sam's older sister, Grace, had set up her laptop on the kitchen table because the lighting was nice and there was a balcony behind her, for she was using it to take part in a multi-person video-conference for work. The comely she-monkey was the very picture of professionalism, clad in an immaculately cleaned and ironed business suit and tie, and though her hair had been dyed a vibrant purple, it was coiffed to elegantly frame her face, not a hair out of place. No corporate secrets were at stake with Sam over on the couch; it was easy to ignore what they were actually saying, since a lot of it was indistinct and most of what wasn't was impenetrably boring to Sam. However, the constant voices did make it hard for him to focus on the paper and pretend to be calm. 

He swallowed, daring to glance over at the table. Grace was looking at her tablet, evidently looking for a memo that had been sent to all 'present' at the meeting. 
	What am I doing? he wondered to himself, This is a bad idea... Every one of Grace's meetings seemed to end the same way, so he knew perfectly well what was going to happen if he stayed where he was. On the other hand, he thought somewhat defensively, it was a small apartment, and with Grace there in the middle of the kitchen, the only real ways of avoiding her were to hole himself up in his room every time she had a meeting, or to go outside and actually leave, which was much easier said than done, thanks to the whole global pandemic thing...

	“Okay, Elliot, Pinskie, I want you to make sure the Del Rio project is still on track,” said an authoritative voice from the laptop, “Things are crazy right now, but we can still keep things moving, and I want to hear good news by the end of the month.”
	“Right,” and “Got it,” came two obedient voices, one tinged with static. 
	“Good,” the first voice said again, “Fiona, where are we with the new contracts from South America?” 
	“Uhh, everything's frozen on that front,” said a somewhat nervous voice, “I guess they're dealing with a lot on their end...” The voice of Grace's boss only came back with a 'hmm', yet Sam could practically hear the man nodding thoughtfully, perhaps stroking his chin. 
	“Well, nothing we can do about that,” he said, after a few moments, “Just keep me apprised when something changes.”
	“Y-yes, sir.” The relief in Fiona's voice was palpable, even through a laptop, to someone who was only half-listening.

That done, the man in charge moved on to other business.
	“Alright, ah... Grace?” Sam's sister sat up a little straighter at the sound of her name. 
	“Yes?” she replied, her voice crisp and attentive. 
	“I want you to take over the Barber project while Stephens is waiting for test results,” he said, “I know it's a bit high-profile, but you know that company, you've worked on this with Stephens, and with any luck, all you'll need to do is keep his seat warm for a little while.” Grace's long black tail flicked agitatedly against the floor, but she kept the parts of herself on camera calm and professional. 
	“I won't let you down,” she immediately replied. As Sam was indecisively wondering if he should stop tempting fate and slink off to his bedroom, the choice was made for him. 
	“Good, good... I believe that's all we needed to cover today. Daniel, did I miss anything?” 
	“No sir, that about covers it.” 
	“Then in that case, you have your assignments, and you know how to do them, so this meeting is adjourned.” A heartbeat passed, and then the voice came back, a touch more relaxed than before.
	“Stay safe, everybody. We're looking into a 'get well soon' package for Stephens; if you want to chip in, we should have a link on the Slack by the end of the day.” 

With the meeting over, there came a chorus of farewells as Grace's co-workers disconnected from the video call, ending with Grace herself, who smiled as she exited the program and firmly closed her laptop. Sam swallowed nervously and tried to look casual as across the room, his sister stood up from the table... which drew attention to the fact that she wasn't wearing any pants. Her personal rebellion during these loathed video-conference meetings was to only dress appropriately where the camera could see her. The only article of clothing the older simian was wearing from the waist down was a pair of white, lacy panties which stood out boldly against the midnight black fur which covered most of her body. Almost reluctantly, Sam let his eyes trail up and down his sister's shapely legs, before she bent over the table to unplug the cords in the back of her laptop. This left her pert ass pointing directly at poor Sam, who couldn't help but look. 
	“Oh God...” he breathed, watching Grace's butt wiggle back and forth, her tail flitting around just above it. But the show wasn't over yet. 

The tall, shapely female stood up straight and stretched her arms above her head, sighing loudly. 
	“Ahhh, I hate meetings, I can't believe they found a way to bring those home,” Grace said aloud, slowly turning around. As she did so, Sam belatedly panicked and grabbed the TV remote from the couch next to him, turning the set on and pretending to be interested. As the image faded into clarity on the screen, he dared to glance back and found that Grace had shrugged off her suit jacket and loosened her tie, which she now laid on top of the laptop.
	“Sorry if I was getting in the way of anything,” she said, calmly, as she started walking into the living room with her brother, “Thanks so much for being quiet during all these meetings, little brother, you're an angel.” Feeling a moment of hot shame at the memory of her wiggling rump, and how intently he'd leered at it, Sam averted his eyes and cleared his throat.
	“Don't mention it,” he muttered, “It's no big deal...” 
	“So what's on?” Grace asked, coming to stand next to the couch curiously. 
	“Oh, I don't know, this just came on...” Sam said, looking up at the news broadcast, “Oh, good, looks like they've updated the scary numbers, I was just thinking I didn't feel anxious enough today.” 

Grace nodded and frowned at the screen. The 'scary numbers' was the term the Robertson siblings had taken to refer to the ever-evolving statistics surrounding the ominous disease that had lead to the two of them self-isolating together in the apartment they'd shared since moving out of their parents' house together. Truth be told, even if the numbers did stress him out, Sam would rather know what the global situation was than have to wonder, so he supposed he did appreciate the updates... but he found it becoming rather difficult to focus on the newscast as Grace reached up and began to unbutton her shirt. Watching her out of the corner of his eyes, Sam swallowed as he followed his sister's slender pink fingers while they worked their way down the front of her shirt, unfastening the buttons one by one. When she reached the bottom, Grace shrugged her shoulders and let the shirt slip off. As the garment fell away, it revealed a lacy white bra that matched her panties, but which didn't contrast as well against the large area of especially fluffy light golden fur that covered the front of her upper torso and spread onto her shoulders, covering her upper arms almost all the way to her elbows. This was, however, a trait shared by every capuchin monkey, so Sam was more concerned with the part where ditching her shirt left Grace standing in the living room clad only in her underwear. 
	“Ahhh,” she sighed, smiling, “That's much better.” 

As Sam forced his sinful eyes back onto the screen, Grace put her hands onto her generous hips and chittered happily. 
	“You know, I'll say this for the quarantine, I really enjoy the dress code,” she joked, totally at ease. Her brother managed a pitiful little chuckle, but he was starting to sweat. 
	“Oh sure, i-it's easier on the laundry bill, t-too,” he replied, nervously. Too nervously, as it turned out. The older primate looked over at him, tilting her head to one side and pursing her lips in mild concern. 
	“You okay, little brother?” Grace asked, conversationally, “You don't look so good.”
	“Oh! Uh, n-no, I'm fine, it's okay,” Sam lied, even more nervously. To his dismay (and his joy), Grace slid across the arm of the couch next to her and settled down to the seat next to her sibling, still wearing only her lacy undies. 

She was now so close that Sam found he could no longer ignore her shapely body, soft and curvy in all the right places while still carrying enough tone to be pleasantly firm in others. Reaching over, she placed a hand on his knee, and Sam swallowed an anxious whine. 
	“Hey. Sammy.” Trying to will himself not to blush, he reluctantly met her gaze. 
	“We're in this together, little brother,” she said, “It's just you and me 'til the world stops ending.” She smiled reassuringly and began to squeeze and knead his knee. Despite his best efforts, Sam shivered from head to toe, a part of him praying that her hand would stray further north even as the rest of him tied that part up and stuffed a gag in its mouth. 
	“Ohhh... sorry, sis,” he muttered, “It's just...” Improvising, he glanced over at the screen, where the scary numbers were once again being displayed, this time on a national level, as opposed to the earlier global numbers. Grace followed his eyes and nodded understandingly. 
	“I see,” she said, “Look, I'm not gonna pretend that all this –” Here she raised her other arm and gestured vaguely all around them, continuing “– isn't really, really bad, but if we take this one day at a time, and we've got each other's backs, we should be okay. Don't you think?” 

Grace beamed at him, and continued to massage his knee. Swallowing, feeling even more anxious than before, Sam forced himself to take several deep breaths, hoping it would ease the tension within him at least enough to help that damnable stutter. 
	“Yeah, I guess you're right,” he said. 
	“Good,” the benevolent yet underdressed female replied, “I'm glad to hear that. After all, you're the level-headed one, Sammy, if you freak out, who's gonna help me when I go crazy from cabin fever?” She giggled and let go of his knee – and then patted him gently on the thigh, her fingers casually teasing through the fuzzy black fur. 
That did it. 
Sam's anxiety shot through the roof as he felt his penis begin to stir, finally roused from its slumber. As it slowly started to fatten and grow longer, the nervous male put the remote down on the couch and stood up. 
	“Y-you know, on second thought, there's never anything on in the middle of the day,” he said, hurriedly, “I think I'ma go check tooooo, uh – see if my podcasts have updated! Yes, that's a great idea. I'll go do that.” Not daring to even glance at his sister, the younger monkey popped out of his seat and quickly left the room. He wasn't even at half-mast yet, there might still be time for him to calm his mind and let the arousal ebb away, but Sam felt he was better safe than sorry. After all, erections were rather more noticeable than usual when the only thing he was wearing was his boxer shorts. 

Not waiting to see if Grace said anything, Sam hurried off to his room and closed the door behind him as quickly as he could without slamming it. Locking it behind him, he turned around, leaned back against that very same door, and slid down until he was in a squatting position. Taking his head in his hands, he let out a long, low groan and closed his eyes. 
	“God, what is even happening anymore?” he whispered to no one in particular, “What the fuck is going on?!” The monkey felt like he was taking crazy pills, but of course these events were very real. They weren't normal, of course, not by any stretch of the imagination, but then, the despairing capuchin reflected, he wasn't sure he could even remember what normal felt like anymore.
	“First the fuckin' Covid comes and fucks the new year right in the face,” Sam grumbled, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms, “and then the whole world gets locked down for quarantine, so... my sister decides now is the perfect time to become an exhibitionist?” 

It hadn't been that long, relatively speaking, since the extremely contagious virus known as Covid-19 began spreading across the globe, completely out of control, and people began to get ill in large numbers. As a result, many businesses had temporarily closed and citizens had been urged to self-isolate by staying home as much as possible, in order to avoid worsening the spread. For many, such as Grace Robertson, this meant working from home and attending meetings through video chat. For many others, such as Sam Robertson, this meant a whole lot of sitting around the apartment, waiting for the crisis to be over and trying not to worry too much about the scary numbers. Sam was a waiter at a nearby restaurant, and since it was hard to self-isolate amidst rows of booths or a packed dining hall, restaurants had been at the top of the list of shuttered businesses. So, he'd been here, at home, with absolutely no one except his older sister to keep him company, at least physically. He'd been checking in with his friends and their other family members on a fairly regular (okay, near-constant) basis in order to keep his worries in check and his mind occupied, but it wasn't quite the same as hanging out in person. Sometimes Sam felt like he and Grace were the last people in the world... Which made it kind of a problem that Sam was secretly attracted to his sister. 

He hadn't exactly gone out seeking incestuous feelings on purpose, and (to his chagrin) they hadn't just sprung up since the quarantine, while they were forced to be around each other 24/7. Sam didn't have an exact timeline or anything, since they'd developed slowly, as feelings usually do. The first time he'd become consciously aware of it was a few months before the whole world shut down, when he'd passed Grace in the hallway as she came out of the shower, one towel wrapped around her hair, which had been longer then, and another towel wrapped around her body. Distracted, thinking about something else, Sam had stopped after they'd passed each other to look over his shoulder and admire the way the terrycloth towel clung to the contours of his big sister's rump. It was as if one day, he'd just woken up and only then noticed the undeniable truth: Grace was hot. Nice chest, nice ass, nice toned limbs, nice sexy smile, the girl had it all in spades! If she hadn't been a blood relative, living with her would be a dream come true for Sam, but as it was, it was kind of embarrassing. He hadn't been hugely worried about it, since he was 99.9% sure that his sister didn't have telepathic powers to go with that body of hers, so he figured she probably wasn't going to figure it out unless he did something profoundly stupid, like beating his meat to one of her swimsuit pics from Facebook with the door unlocked. Not that he'd do it with the door locked either, he hastily corrected himself. But even though it was his secret and he would no doubt take it to the grave... she was his sister, man, and his cool big sister to boot! His whole life, he'd longed to be more like her, and less like the shy, forgettable dork that he was. And now here he was, lusting after her like some kind of pervert. 

So between his secret shame and his growing feelings of isolation, it hadn't much helped Sam's mental health when one day, a couple weeks after the quarantine had started, Grace had decided that since she wasn't going anywhere anymore, she didn't see the need to put on much in the way of clothing. Sam couldn't really remember his first day of school as a child, or how he'd met his oldest friend, but he feared that the day when Grace had abruptly stood up and dropped her pants to the floor just across the room from him would be perfectly preserved in his memory til the day he died. He vividly remembered that as her panties came into view, his first thought was that Grace had somehow worked it out, and was about to seduce him, a thought which he immediately discarded as stupid, followed by the much more reasonable conclusion that he was having a stroke. 

Desperate not to let his secret crush on her be revealed, he'd insisted that her near-nudity would not make him uncomfortable, and so she'd spent the last several days lounging around the apartment with her body on display, sometimes wearing absolutely nothing aside from her bra and panties, sometimes putting on a big, loose shirt which helped alleviate the problem slightly. Of course, agreeing to it wasn't the biggest mistake Sam had made that day; he'd been so determined to play it cool that before his brain had caught up with his mouth, he'd overcompensated and announced that he would join her in this almost-nudist lifestyle. Having Grace hanging around so exposed wouldn't have been a tenth as bad as it was if he weren't reluctantly spending his days with nothing but his boxer shorts hiding his shame, since they did absolutely nothing to hide his erections.

As he pushed himself up from his squatting position and crossed the floor to his bed, Sam frowned and wistfully poked at a pair of jeans on the floor with one foot. This was rather more literally than for most people, given that Sam's feet were Inherited, which was to say that like a feral monkey, he essentially had hands for feet. While Morphic Inheritance usually seemed to manifest at random, this particular quirk ran in his family. Caressing the faded denim with his finger-toes and briefly feeling nostalgic for a time when he wore pants and didn't constantly fear getting a hard-on, the conflicted male sighed and flopped onto his bed facedown. 
	“Stupid plague...” he mumbled into his pillow, “Stupid sexy sister.” But as he pressed his face against the pillow, Sam's mind unhelpfully conjured up an instant replay of Grace getting undressed after her e-meeting, and he shivered as the memory of his big sister unbuttoning her shirt and shrugging it off played in slow motion. Her fur just looked so silky and soft, a part of him longed to hold her in his arms, to run his hands along her pelt and tease her tail... to slip both hands down the back of her panties and get a good grip on that perfect ass... Around the time he was imagining himself suckling on Grave's perky breasts, he decided enough was enough and rolled over again.

Facing up made it obvious that his little dalliance had gotten him completely hard, which was the opposite of why he'd retreated into his room, unhelpfully. Just barely brushing his penis through the thin material of his boxers, Sam let out a shivery sigh as he felt it throb once, eager for stimulation. Tugging the waistband of his underwear down, he saw that the head of his prick was already damp with pre-come.
	I know one way to make a boner go away... he thought to himself, raising a shaking hand towards his manhood, only to stop with a frustrated groan. If he did it now, he would definitely not be able to resist fantasizing about Grace, and he was determined not to let this stupid attraction escalate. It was just disheartening how loud the voice that wanted him to surrender was, the voice that told him to give in, to go whole ham on himself with a fantasy of his own sister and to say her name as he climaxed... It didn't help, of course, that he ached to touch himself to begin with, but that was a different (though related) can of worms altogether. Playing with fire, he lightly brushed his hand over his cock again, and as it flexed involuntarily at his touch, more pre oozing out of the tip, the struggling monkey's finger-toes curled up just a little and he let out the lightest moan of need. 
	“Awww, shit...” he sighed, “Why couldn't I just have been gay?”

Recognizing that if he left himself exposed like this, he would just keep teasing himself until he got so horny he couldn't resist anymore, Sam reluctantly pulled his boxers back up over his hard dick and sighed. What he needed was a metaphorical cold shower, since he didn't dare try to take a real one when Grace might see him in the hallway with a raging erection. Besides, it would probably seem suspicious if he suddenly started showering three times a day... probably bad for his skin, too. Rolling onto his side, he retrieved his cell phone from his bedside table and opted for the next best thing: logging onto Twitter, he began to look through threads of people arguing about politics or bickering about whether or not the Covid thread was exaggerated. Sure enough, reading these furious 'debates' was just as profoundly un-sexy as every other time he'd ever done it, and after a few minutes his penis had surrendered and gone flaccid again... for now. 

Setting his phone aside, since he couldn't exactly put it in his pocket right now, the capuchin sat up and looked around the room, just trying to keep his mind off his problems. As his eyes fell across a slightly dusty poster with a picturesque scene of the Great Barrier Reef, the corners of Sam's mouth curled up. That poster hadn't quite been how it started, but it was close. Acting on impulse, the handsome male stood and crossed the room to a set of drawers he didn't use much anymore. Sitting on top was a plush feral whale, and he gave it a quick pet as he approached.
	“Heya Herman, how's it hanging?” Sam murmured as he opened the top drawer. Reaching in, he retrieved a necklace, a simple cord attached to a metal pendant in the shape of a seashell. Immediately next to it, which wasn't a coincidence, the drawer also contained a photograph of a younger Sam with his arm around a dolphin girl, both of them laughing at some shared joke. The shirt Sam had been wearing was low-cut, and the same necklace was visible around his neck. Smiling nostalgically, Sam looked down at the photo a little longer before closing the drawer and affixing the necklace around his neck. He wasn't wearing much these days, so he hadn't had much chance to play with his look. Maybe bringing this old thing back would look nice. Or maybe it would be like when their father had tried to bring back his old leather jacket from the 80s, who could say? 

Semi-reluctantly unlocking the door, Sam left his room, still feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders, but at least he was visibly less turgid than before. Quickly putting the thought out of his mind so he wasn't dwelling on his penis, which would take any opportunity these days to get his attention, the monkey walked out to the kitchen, scratching at an itch beneath the fluffy blond fur on his chest. Grace was sitting at her laptop again, but she'd pulled on a T-shirt since the last time he'd seen her, and there was half of an elaborately-made sandwich sitting next to her, so he suspected she'd only just gotten back to work. Glancing up from her computer, Grace nodded to him. 
	“Hey,” she called. Sam nodded back and kept it simple, giving her a “Hey” of his own in return before turning his attention towards the coffee machine. As he was scooping grounds into the filter he'd placed inside, Grace spoke up again. 
	“Did your school get its shit together yet?” she asked. Without looking back, the younger monkey shook his head no. 
	“Got an email last night assuring us that they've got Top Men working to arrange for classes from home, but they're still scrambling,” he replied, “So I get to play the Waiting Game for a while longer.” 
	“I can hear how enthusiastic you are about that,” Grace teased, “You lucky sap, some of us have to work for a living.” Looking over his shoulder, Sam made a face at her, something monkeys are especially good at. 
	“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” he muttered, “I'll dump a box of spiders next to you the next time you have a meeting, so everyone you work with can see your idea of casual Friday...” 
	“You wouldn't dare,” she responded, and Sam shrugged as he poured water into the machine's reservoir. 
	“Yeah, you're probably right,” he immediately admitted, “I mean, I would totally do it, but filling a box with spiders sounds really, really tedious.” 

She chuckled at that and took a bite of her sandwich. Sam flicked a switch and turned to leave, to give the machine time to make coffee, but Grace made a noise to get his attention, waving at him as she stood up. She hurried over and audibly swallowed as she reached up to touch his necklace.
	“When did you start wearing this again?” she asked, her face suddenly lighting up, “Wait, have you been in touch with Dani?” Blushing slightly, Sam frowned. 
	“I have not been talking to my ex, and we are not getting back together, Grace,” he said, immediately reading between the lines. 
	“Awww, come on, you two were so cute together!” she teased, giving him a light smack on the shoulder. “But really, it's been a few years now, so why today?” 

She let go of the necklace and crossed her arms over her chest – which had the effect of lifting her breasts and making them more prominent, much to her brother's chagrin. Using all his willpower not to ogle his sister's cleavage right in front of her, Sam shrugged casually.
	“I don't know, since I got that email last night, I was reminded of the program and everything I've been learning,” he said, “and then today I was in my room, doing absolutely nothing...” 
	“As you do,” Grace said, nodding.
	“...And I was looking at that poster I got on... what was it, our fourth date? When she really wanted to show me the aquarium.” The elder capuchin leaned back against the table and grinned. 
	“And suddenly the ocean was the only thing you could talk about for weeks,” she said, “It was kinda cute how passionate you two were, you were gonna save the world together.” Chuckling, Sam smirked self-consciously, unaware of how attractive the crooked grin was on him. 
	“Wellllll... later it was like that, maybe, but, uh... when I first met her?” he said, blushing ever so slightly, “It was more like Danielle was passionate about the ocean, which makes sense, her being a dolphin and all, and I was passionate... about whatever she was passionate about.” 

Surprised, Grace laughed, her tail merrily flicking against the surface of the table behind her and her chest shaking with the force of her merriment... which combined with her arms still being crossed to have a very noticeable effect on her boobs. Sam swallowed and shivered in the brief moment when she closed her eyes; it almost felt like it was deliberate, like she was offering her tits to her brother because she knew he would appreciate them... Or maybe, he thought to himself, annoyed, she was comfortable doing things that emphasized her anatomy because she thought she was safe from being perved on when she was home with her little brother, who was supposed to be harmless and supportive to her! He kept the embarrassment off his face with effort, quietly thanking the powers that be that he wasn't canine. His best friend Jerry was a fennec fox, and he was a great guy, but he had absolutely zero ability to lie because his enormous ears telegraphed his emotional state as openly as if he were performing semaphore. Sam, on the other hand, couldn't even wiggle his ears, which were small and boring, in the primate style. 
	“So let me get this straight,” Grace said, amused, “She was super into talking about anti-pollution laws and fish breeding patterns and, uh, that show about the people who harass whaling ships...”
	“That was Whale Wars,” Sam helpfully interjected. 
	“Sure,” Grace replied, nodding before she continued, “So she's way into these things, gushing about them, and you're all 'Oh, yeah, that's super interesting. Hey, what are you doing later?'” 

Sam tried not to laugh at her exaggerated 'seductive' face, failed, and shook his head.
	“On the one hand, fuck you, but on the other hand, well... You're not entirely wrong,” he admitted, shrugging as Grace smiled and nodded knowingly.
	“But!” Sam added quickly, “But, when we went to that aquarium, and she started showing me all these interesting things about the sea that I never knew before... something sort of clicked, and I guess that was the part where I wasn't pretending anymore. Suddenly I actually gave a shit about the ocean.” 
	“So you're not just studying oceanography to try and win back your ex?” Grace asked, grinning. Sam made a face, mildly annoyed by the joke. 
	“Come on, lay off that, wouldja?” he said, “Sounds like the plot of a really bad romcom or something...” Turning side-on to his sister, Sam crossed his own arms and gazed out the window across the room. All he could see was the building next door, but then the view wasn't the point. 
	“I know we broke up, but that didn't change any of the things she'd shown me, eh?” he said, “I still wanted to make a difference.” He sighed, lowering his voice self-consciously.
	“I know I'm not going to be, like, sailing the high seas, seeking adventure, but maybe... maybe I could help save the world by doing something more than recycling, ya know?”

Tapping one finger-toe against the floor, Sam grinned and bashfully averted his gaze from his sister, and this time, it wasn't even because she was almost naked. 
	“I guess that probably sounds a little corny, huh?” he said, scratching his fingers through his hair, which had only grown longer and more unkempt since the isolation had begun. 
	“No, no, I totally get it,” Grace assured him, “You get this look in your eyes when you talk about that stuff, I can see how important it is to you.” Pushing off the table, she walked over and put a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it supportively. 
	“I hope they get the online classes sorted soon, little brother,” she said, smiling warmly. Just then, the unwanted thoughts that had been troubling Sam recently reared their ugly heads, and he suddenly became aware of how soft and kissable his sister's lips were. 
	Stop it, none of that, he crossly scolded himself, trying to overcome these base impulses through sheer force of will.
	“Hey, how about you? How are you holding up?” he asked, to give himself something less sexy to focus on, “This quarantine has gotta be way harder on you than it is on me.” 

Grace blushed slightly and grinned sheepishly. 
	“Was it that obvious?” she asked. Without saying a word, Sam slowly and pointedly looked down at his sister's bare legs. Grace laughed and lifted one leg in order to playfully slap Sam's calf with her hand-foot. 
	“Oh, shut up,” she giggled, raising one hand to her mouth demurely. 
	“Hey, I'm just saying, you were the social butterfly in the family before the plague hit,” he replied, putting his hands on his hips, “Always going to parties and spending time with friends, and now you can't, and you're going around in your undies.” 
	“Don't say it like that, you make me sound crazy!” the delighted female laughed, giving him the lightest of shoves, “It's not like I'm talking to people who aren't there!” They chuckled together for a bit as Grace stepped back and sat back down at the table. 
	“But really, sis, how're you doing?” Sam pressed, leaning back against the counter behind him. Once he had his balance, he lifted one foot from the floor and gently gripped his opposite leg with it, a habit he'd had since childhood. 

Grace gestured vaguely.
	“What is there to say?” she replied, “I can't go out to see my friends, parties are totally out of the question, and they still need me at work. I'm dealing with it.” On the one hand, Sam felt a familial concern that made him want to press the point, since she was clearly trying to brush him off. On the other hand, as much as he'd been trying not to let it dictate his behaviour, he was hesitant to push his sister too far on anything while he still had this stupid crush on her. Fortunately, Grace sighed and apparently felt compelled to keep going. 
	“I don't know, Sammy, I think I'm okay,” she said more earnestly, brushing a hand through her purple bangs, “I mean, I can live without parties, the whole 'viral outbreak' thing kinda spoils the fun anyway, but... I miss my friends. I know I FaceTime them every night, but it's – it's just not the same as seeing them, hugging them... You know, I heard some expert saying that even after all this is over, we shouldn't go back to shaking hands because of all the germs, so where does that leave hugging?” Sam wanted to go sit down next to her, maybe put his arm around her, tell her that it was going to be okay, but he was a little anxious about the idea of touching his sister right now, and it had more to do with his outfit (or lack thereof) than it did with the pandemic.

Looking up, Grace smiled slightly at the look on her brother's face. 
	“Hey, come on, don't get all worried on me,” she said, “Look, assuming the world isn't actually ending, eventually things'll go back to normal and I'll be just fine. We both will. That's what we keep telling each other, right?” 
	“I'm not sure I remember what normal even is...” Sam muttered darkly, before closing his eyes and sighing, knowing without looking that Grace would be frowning again.
	“Sorry, I don't mean to be a bummer today,” he said, rubbing his forehead. “Uh, how's work?” The shapely femme shrugged and looked over at her laptop.
	“Oh, you know, same old, same old, work is a drag whether I'm here or in the office,” she replied, “I guess it's nice that none of that has changed, but sometimes I'm like 'Guys, chill, nobody's doing anything right now and there might not even be a Q4 this year'.” A solemn look came over her face.
	“You know, I guess it's kinda like you said, wanting to make a difference and help the world and all that...” she mused, “I guess my problem is that I wish I was doing something important, eh? Something that matters more than... crossing the T's and dotting the i's.” 

Something about Grace's body language itched at Sam, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what. Before he could work it out, Grace glanced over at the digital clock built into the microwave and briefly pouted. 
	“Speaking of which, I really should be getting back to work, Big Brother isn't exactly watching, but we do have deadlines.”
	“Right, right,” Sam said, pushing off of the counter, “I'll go get back to... absolutely nothing, I guess. Hang in there, baby!” The elder capuchin raised her eyebrows quizzically as she sat back down at her laptop.
	“Baby?” she asked. Suddenly blushing, Sam scratched nervously at the back of his neck.
	“Oh, I uh, I mean, like the old poster?” he stammered, “With the k-kitten hanging from a tree? 'Hang in there, baby'?” Comprehension dawning, Grace nodded and looked back down to her work.
	“Ohhh, okay.” Swallowing, the embarrassed male turned to take his leave, hesitating when Grace giggled behind him. Instinctively, Sam reached back to touch his butt, afraid that his boxers had stuck in a weird position and were showing off too much cheek. It wouldn't be the first time, after all... 
	“What?” he asked, when he discovered nothing out of place. Grace looked up, which was the first time Sam noticed she hadn't been looking at him when she laughed.
	“Oh, it's nothing,” she said, “It's just that I only just realized... It's been too long since anyone's called me baby.” She laughed cheerily. “Missing my friends sucks balls and all, but I think I miss going out to pick up boys more than I realized I would...” She lowered her voice self-consciously. “Honestly, it... kinda makes me feel like a slut.”

She giggled even as she blushed, but Sam was frozen in the doorway, her words echoing through his mind. It kinda makes me feel like a slut. He'd never thought he would hear Grace say something like that, and as much as he never wanted to hear her say it again, a small part of him wanted instead for her to say it again... but slower. Already his mind was trying to re-paint the memory in a more sensual light, imagining that she'd winked at him as she'd said it, or that her gaze had dropped to his pelvis mid-sentence. Pushing that nonsense aside, he managed a lopsided grin.
	“You? Pshaw,” he said, doing a good job of sounding relaxed, “I bet you even remember all of their names.” Turning back once again, he hastily retreated from the kitchen even as Grace snickered behind him. Hurrying off to his room, Sam reached down and grabbed himself through his boxers. He was already at about a quarter mast, and he sighed as he felt his flesh instantly reacting to his touch. God, he needed to get off so badly... 

Sitting down on the bed without any memory of crossing the room, the needy monkey slipped his hand inside his shorts and began to stroke his hardening dick. Maybe these worries would be eased if he just stopped worrying and rubbed one out; at least he wouldn't be so damned horny all the time... And even if his fantasies took a weird turn, well, was that really so bad? It's not like anyone else would ever need to know... He had almost convinced himself to do it when he heard Grace sneeze across the apartment. Freezing in position, Sam bit his lower lip as if bracing for pain and reluctantly pulled his hand out of his boxers. His tool had already leaked a droplet of pre-come, and the liquid glistened on his fingers, impossible to miss. Feeling that familiar though uncomfortable combination of shame and self-consciousness again, he walked over to his bed and flopped down on his back, making the bulge in his shorts even more obvious. Whimpering with frustration and need, he rolled onto his side and curled up into a ball, trying desperately to think un-sexy thoughts.

A few hours later, things had calmed down significantly, both in and out of Sam Robertson's pants. The apartment building had been full of distant noise ever since everyone started staying home, but things always got quiet towards the end of the day. The capuchin lay on his bed, having gotten dressed in the privacy of his own room in a form of quiet rebellion. It reminded him of a science fiction book he'd read once where the worker class of an inequality-laden space colony went naked at most times to show they weren't hiding weapons from their overseers, and they wore clothes in secret as a sort of reverse exhibitionism fetish. He'd been idly trying to remember what the title was for a little while now, at least until he'd gotten bored and turned to videogames instead. One slightly nice thing about the pandemic was that he'd gotten plenty of time to go through his dusty backlog and experience some games he'd passed along the way. While he was trying to wrap his brain around a puzzle blocking his path in a Zelda game, Sam's stomach growled, and he realized exactly how little he'd eaten that day, coffee aside. Putting the game on sleep mode, he pushed himself to a sitting position and sighed tiredly. It felt like all he'd done that day was get boners from his own sister and flee back to his bedroom. He couldn't do much about feeling unproductive, but maybe he could at least feel more dignified for the rest of the evening...

After taking a moment to consciously psyche himself up, Sam reluctantly slipped his pants off and headed out of the room. He left the sleeveless shirt on, though, as it was a little cool tonight. Refusing to slowly open the door in order to peek around it like a frightened child, the capuchin stepped out into the hallway and immediately noticed music playing from Grace's room. Feeling quietly shameful at the sensation of relief that washed over his body, Sam carefully made his way down the hall towards the sound in order to confirm that his sister was in her room, and the coast was clear in the kitchen. To his chagrin, it wouldn't be the first time she'd left loud music going in her room and then just wandered off without turning it off or even closing the door. He focused on his footsteps, careful not to make too much noise as he crept over to the edge of Grace's door, and peered inside... at which point his mouth dropped open in shock. 

Sam blinked, his eyes wide and attentive. His sister was in her room, alright, she was kind of hard to miss! Still clad only in a loose T-shirt and panties, the shapely female was dancing to the music playing from her laptop, except that the music was rather... Sam would use the words 'intimate' or 'provocative' if he were forced to describe the song to his parents. It would be more accurate to say that it was sexy, describing lewd scenarios in eager detail as Grace danced along in the only way appropriate: sensually. At the moment, she was swaying back and forth like a belly dancer, her hands slowly rising up to grip the back of her head while she began to focus her movements on her hips. Peering around the doorframe like a nosy neighbour, Sam swallowed as Grace bent forward slightly, swinging her perfect ass from side to side, her tail accentuating the visual by trailing along in its wake. 
	“Oh my fucking God...” the nervous male whispered, staring longingly at his big sister's panty-clad butt as she changed positions, moving her hands to her hips as she changed the left-right motion to an up-down motion. 

Sam swallowed a whimper of longing as Grace began honest-to-God twerking in her bedroom. She wasn't singing along with the music, poorly or otherwise, so he didn't think she'd been drinking or anything, and he didn't hear the tinny voices of any of her friends cheering her on from a FaceTime call, she was just dancing for the sake of dancing, and clearly giving it her all. Sam might have stayed right there watching until he was discovered if the phrase 'dance like no one's watching' hadn't popped into his head, and made him feel like a royal pervert for just standing there, leering. Quietly fleeing the door to his sister's room, Sam hurried over to the kitchen. Amazingly, he hadn't gotten a hard-on just now, but he had a sneaking suspicion that that scene would be playing out in his memories (and maybe his dreams) for years to come...

Sam paused a moment in the kitchen to sigh, already desperately trying not to think about his older sibling's plump behind bobbing up and down enticingly. 
	“Jesus Christ, I didn't know she could do that...” he muttered to himself, staring down at his reflection in the expertly-polished countertop, “Moving her ass like that has gotta be cheating...” At least the coast was clear for him to make some dinner. Setting a pot of water to boil, the monkey retrieved a box of instant macaroni from the pantry. As he walked past the fridge, his tail looped around the handle and pulled it open. It wasn't like his hands were full or anything, he just enjoyed using his tail to do stuff because most people couldn't, and because it never ceased to amuse his non-monkey friends. As he cleared off the counter next to the stove, which was of course still full of stuff from earlier in the day, he set down the box and returned to the fridge, making sure they had milk and butter. Satisfied, he closed the door again and hurried back to his room to retrieve his phone so he wouldn't be bored out of his head waiting for the water to boil. He found he missed the days when he wore things that had pockets. 

Once Sam had gotten the noodles in the boiling water, he set an alarm on his phone and sat down at the table, losing himself for a few minutes in Twitter. He was elbow-deep in the latest quarantine memes when his concentration was taken advantage of. 
	“Hey whatcha makin'?” Grace said, quite a bit louder than she needed to, and just as she grabbed his shoulders from behind. Dropping his phone a few inches onto the table in front of him, Sam cried out in shock as his sister began to giggle. He turned to glare at her as he felt his cheeks begin to burn, but Grace was already walking out into the living room. Sam was further frustrated that even as embarrassed and annoyed with her as he was, he still couldn't help but check out her ass as she confidently strolled into the other room, her hips swaying pleasingly. 
	“Dammit, Gracie...” he grumbled, “you startled the shit out of me!” Looking over her shoulder at him, the other monkey winked at him.
	“You need to be more aware of your surroundings, little brother,” she teased. 
	“And you could at least pretend not to enjoy it so much...” he muttered, picking his phone back up as his sibling sat down on the couch and turned the TV on. 

As she started flipping through channels, Grace began to hum to herself, and after a couple seconds, Sam suddenly recognized it as the song she'd been dancing to in her room. Naturally, the memory of Grace twerking appeared in his mind unbidden, her beautiful rump seeming to move in slow motion as the younger primate shivered uncontrollably. He banished the thought, but it had taken a lot of fire out of his irritation. Sighing, Sam closed his eyes. It had been so much easier to ignore how hot his big sister was when she wore proper clothes on the regular. Grace's previous idea of casual clothes included a pair of comfortable, but shapeless and unflattering sweatpants, and Sam found he almost missed them. Of course, he suspected that even in those ugly pants, Grace's butt would still look amazing... just not as amazing as when she was only hiding it behind a pair of panties. At least he wasn't getting hard this time. Mercifully, his attention was drawn away from his troubles by his alarm going off, and he hurried over to the stove to finish preparing the mac and cheese. 

Once it was ready, Sam began scooping it into a bowl, and just as he was planning to retreat to his room with his bounty, Grace raised her voice.
	“Hey, Sammy!” she called, amusement clear in her voice, “It's the Muppets!” As a tiny grin appeared on his face, the younger capuchin turned around and curiously crept back out to the living room. 
	“Check it out,” she said, “Muppet Treasure Island!” She'd caught it on the channel guide, and it was still going through the studio logos at the beginning. 
	“Oh man,” Sam said, momentarily forgetting about his bizarre problems, “That's awesome, I haven't seen that movie since I was a kid!” 
	“I know,” Grace replied, “I was sitting right next to you, remember?” It hadn't been the only time, either. The two monkeys had in fact bonded over the series of Muppet movies as children, the cheery, family-friendly antics helping bridge the small gap between their ages. They'd always been closer to each other than their other siblings, and Sam had always looked up to his big sister, which was part of why this stubborn attraction to her was so embarrassing. 

But despite her lack of pants, Sam found that as the movie began before his eyes, Max's thoughts of Grace had nothing to do with her shapely body, as he was instead remembering the two of them at a time when Grace's chest was as flat as his own, and they would sit close together, arms around each other's shoulders, loudly singing along with the musical numbers.  As he was lost in memories, Grace reached over with a hand tipped in perfectly manicured nails painted snow white to contrast with her ink black fur, and gently patted the couch. 
	“Why don't you join me?” she asked, “Might be fun seeing if it's as good as we remember.” Looking down at his mac and cheese, Sam's smile faltered. 
	“Well...” he murmured, hesitantly. The truth is that he would love to, but he feared another one of those tiresome outbursts of perverse lust would ruin the moment. 
	“Oh, come on,” the relaxed female replied, “it feels like we never do anything together anymore, which is insane when we're cooped up together all the time.” In retrospect, Sam would be kind of surprised that his mind hadn't instantly conjured up a helpful suggestion of something they could do together. He would suppose it had been too obvious a punchline. After hesitating for a long moment, Sam relented, to both the movie beginning on the TV and the hopeful grin on his sister's face as she brushed some purple hair out of her eyes. 
	“Alright,” he said, moving to sit down next to Grace, “but no singing along to the Cabin Fever song this time, it's way too on-the-nose for a pandemic.” The elder monkey laughed to herself and nodded.
	“Agreed!” 

Although it was tense for a couple of minutes, Sam soon found himself relaxing, becoming quite comfortable watching the movie and eating his macaroni with Grace next to him, even though both of them were sitting there in their underwear. The two monkeys let themselves get wrapped up in a warm blanket of nostalgia as they enjoyed this relic of their past, exchanging the occasional quip about jokes they hadn't quite gotten as kids and laughing at the silly antics of the colourful puppet-folk (and Tim Curry). When Sam finished his bowl, he hurried back to the kitchen during the next commercial break to refill it and then quickly returned, without it even occurring to him to make an excuse to take his exit. It was all going swimmingly, really, until at one point, when neither of them had spoken in about ten minutes, Grace sighed. Sam, who had just finished the last of his macaroni, did not notice, as he was in the middle of passing the bowl to his own hand-feet, with which he placed it firmly on the coffee table in the middle of the room so he didn't have to sit there holding it. With all four extremities free, Sam leaned back against the couch and relaxed, one hand rubbing his comfortably full belly, and then Grace tilted her head back, looking up at the ceiling as she groaned.
	“God, I miss sex...” she muttered. 

Instantly, every muscle in her brother's body tensed up, and he swallowed, immediately nervous. She'd enunciated very clearly, so he didn't think he'd misheard her, but for a moment, Sam seriously considered the possibility that he was losing his mind and had hallucinated it. Then she kept going. 
	“I mean, I get it, I do,” Grace sighed, “we have to stay inside to minimize the risk and all that, so going out and trying to meet guys is the worst idea ever right now, but it feels like it's been twenty goddamn years since there's been anyone in my bed except me!” 
	Is this really happening? Sam thought to himself, feeling almost lightheaded. Not looking at him, Grace didn't appear to notice his sudden discomfort. 
	“I sure as hell don't want to get sick, so I'm not gonna risk it all just to get laid, but I'm a grown woman, I've got needs!” the elder sibling continued quite candidly, “I don't want to sound slutty or anything, it's not like I was bringing a different guy home every night, but... I felt like at least there was some kind of regular schedule.” By now, Sam's cheeks were beginning to burn, and he began pondering the pros and cons of just running from the room right now.
	“I wish I had a friend with benefits,” Grace said, “Something nice and physical and straightforward with no strings attached sounds great these days, no worrying about all the usual relationship drama, no worrying they're secretly a creeper, just me in the arms of a guy I trust, letting him have his wicked way with me.” 

That did it. To his dismay, Sam felt his penis begin to twitch and grow, responding to his sister's shockingly casual musings. Obvious punchline or not, this time, he couldn't help but imagine himself volunteering to be the guy Grace trusts to have his way with her, which only made his other problem worse. 
	“I don't know, most days, I'm doing just fine by myself, and you're great for conversation, Sammy,” she said, calmly, “But sometimes? I get an itch, and the only way I can scratch it is to go out and find a guy to fuck me.” Now half-convinced she was doing it on purpose to make him squirm, Sam shifted his position as subtly as he could, desperately trying to hide his erection. At that moment, the movie cut to a commercial, and Grace looked up at the screen again, her expression relaxed and neutral, as if her little confession hadn't taken place at all. She hadn't once looked at the brother she was unexpectedly opening up to. 
	“Why are the fucking ads always so much louder than the actual shows?” she grumbled, as if she hadn't just been loudly kvetching about her sex life, “Hey, where'd the TV remote go? I wanna mute it.” This being the 21st century, there were several remote controls in the room. The one they called the 'TV remote' for simplicity's sake was, of course, the one that manipulated the actual, physical television and its settings, while the one already in Grace's hand was the 'cable remote', which interacted with the on-screen guide offered by their cable provider. Blinking, momentarily still dazed, Sam quickly latched onto the question rather than think about his sister's casually blunt comments – or the fire they'd inflamed within him.

The beleaguered male peered around the room for the missing remote. 
	“Oh, uh... I d-don't see it...” he mumbled, truthfully. Sam took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and push this anxiety out of his mind. He'd been a nervous, embarrassed mess all day, and he was getting awfully tired of suffering through shameful boners just because his sister had lost all sense of propriety. He wasn't going to let this beat him. He wasn't going to turn into a nervous wreck, spending all of his time fretting about Grace noticing his taboo attraction to her and how it might ruin his life. He was going to take things one step at a time, and right now, the first step was to remain calm and keep sitting right there, since she would almost certainly notice his tent if he stood up, and he would watch the movie until his hard-on went back to sleep. And if Grace started waxing poetic about sex again, well... maybe he could just tell her it made him uncomfortable. He'd had crazier ideas, anyway. Sam nodded to himself, feeling a bit better about the uncomfortable situation now that he'd thought it through and remained calm. 
	“Oh, there it is,” the elder monkey said, shaking Sam out of his reverie, “You're practically sitting on top of it, you doofus, how'd you miss that?” Blinking, Sam looked down and sure enough, there it was, lying so close to his thigh he realized he could juuuuust feel it touching his fur when he moved. But before he could pick it up, or even vocalize anything further than 'Oh, uhhh...', Grace suddenly reached over to grab it herself – only for the side of her hand to brush against Sam's erection through his boxer shorts on the way over. 

As Sam tensed up in fear, Grace gasped, her eyes widening, and she yanked her hand away from her brother's penis as if she'd been burned by the contact. She even held her hand with her other hand, as if cradling it after an injury. The ears of monkeys, like those of humans, are not particularly mobile or expressive. But as Grace glanced between Sam's crotch and his blushing face, the deeply embarrassed male suddenly know, with absolute certainty, how his retriever friend Daniel felt when his ears flattened against his head. 
	“You're hard,” Grace said, somewhat unnecessarily, but people can be forgiven for being redundant when they're in a state of shock. A look of comprehension slowly spread over her face, and Sam felt his tail try to hide itself between his legs, despite not having a drop of canine blood flowing through him. Maybe he'd spent too much time around Dan before the pandemic.
	“...Oh my God, you got stiff when I talked about my sex life, didn't you?” she said, the corners of her mouth slowly turning up, “You know I'm your sister, right, Sammy?”

Suddenly overcome with panic, Sam began to tremble, his life flashing before his eyes as he tried not to imagine his family disowning him for his sick attraction to Grace. 
	“I – I – I...” he stammered, his mind too paralyzed by anxiety to come up with a decent lie, not that there was much that could excuse this. 
	“In fact...” Grace continued, rubbing her chin, “I wasn't going to say anything, but you've been hiding a lot of boners recently, Sammy.” Distantly, the younger capuchin wished the universe would suddenly strike him dead. Grace cocked her head to one side curiously, her tail rising up to poke at Sam's chest. 
	“There something you want to talk about, little brother?” she asked. 
	“No?” Sam replied honestly. Grace laughed at that, sounding surprisingly relaxed under the circumstances.
	“Come on, you really think I'm gonna let this one lie?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, “It feels like we can't spend five minutes around each other without you sneaking off with a bulge in your boxers anymore. Sam, I thought I was safe enough around you to hang out in my underwear while we're stuck in isolation, but now I'm not so sure...” Suddenly, the despairing male realized he might be able to avoid confessing to his greatest shame by copping to a lesser humiliation. He prayed that this would work, and not backfire by causing both secrets to come out.

	“It – it's not like that!” he protested untruthfully, “it's just... bad timing.” 
	“What do you mean, bad timing?” she asked, “What, do you have a secret fetish for puppets or something? Did I interrupt you while you were fantasizing about Miss Piggy?” Her teasing wasn't making this any easier. 
	“No, it's just, um...” He averted his eyes. The fact that he'd rather admit to this rather than to being attracted to his own sister didn't make this easier. “...I keep getting hard b-because I'm, um, really, really backed up, and it's made me... sensitive.” 
	“Backed up?” she repeated, frowning, “What do you mean, backed up?” Oh God, she was going to make him spell it out! 
	“I mean... I mean that I haven't gotten off since we've been self-isolating, okay?” he said, his cheeks burning almost painfully, “I haven't m-masturbated in weeks!” He buried his face in his hands, ashamed, and Grace sat up a little straighter. 
	“Are you serious?” she asked, to which he nodded without uncovering his face, “Well... why the hell not? Don't tell me you've suddenly found God, like you think it's a sin or something...” 

Sam shook his head, but once again, he kept his hands pressed to his face. 
	“Oh, for...” Grace muttered, as she leaned forward and grabbed her brother's wrists, pulling his hands free. 
	“Come on, dish!” she prodded, grinning. He'd been planning to claim he lost a bet or something, but with his sister looking him in the eye, Sam felt compelled to tell the truth. 
	“It's just... the walls here are kinda thin, eh?” he said, “I always worry that you might hear me, I get all self-conscious if I try to touch myself while you're home, so normally, I, uh, wait until I've got the place to myself.” Grace snickered. 
	“And now you've never got the place to yourself, so you... you just never beat off? At all?” She hadn't let go of his hands, and even though she wasn't holding them with any degree of force at the moment, Sam still felt extremely vulnerable. It wasn't every day he had to explain one of his secret hang-ups in meticulous detail. Perhaps seeing his discomfort, Grace's smile softened.
	“I guess you've been hurting pretty bad for a while, huh?” she asked, quietly, “I'm sorry, Sammy, I had no idea. I just... sort of thought you were perving on me.” Sam said nothing, mainly because he was afraid the perceptive female would somehow sense that both of those things were true. 

Glancing down at their hands and apparently finally realizing she was still holding him, Grace let go of her brother's wrists and leaned back. 
	“Hey, uh, you know that isn't healthy, right?” she asked, her voice finally free of levity. 
	“What do you mean?” Sam replied, rubbing his wrists like a TV character who's just been freed from handcuffs. Frowning slightly, Grace crossed her arms over her chest. 
	“Well, I don't know, I'm not a freaking doctor over here,” she said, “But, uh, I heard once that it's bad if guys don't, ah, blow their loads every so often. Like it's actually bad for your junk or something, eh?” She thoughtfully scratched at her chin with a single finger. 
	“In fact, if it's been weeks, you should go take care of that!” she said, making a shooing motion towards the other monkey, “Go on, then, go see to your own health.” Instead, Sam blushed and bit his lower lip, confused. Was she serious? 
	“Come on, Sammy, what are you waiting for?” she said, “You hereby have my blessing to go and beat your meat. You want me to leave my headphones on for a while or something? There's a couple movies I've been meaning to watch on Netflix, I wouldn't hear a thing.” She grinned. “And if I do, I promise to pretend not to notice.” 

Sam reached back and scratched at the back of his neck. 
	“Y-yeah, great, but you'd still be out here, fully aware that I'm jerking off in my room!” he protested. 
	“You say that like I used to think you were the one sentient being on Earth that doesn't masturbate,” Grace teased, “Seriously, Sam, it's no big deal, I do it all the time! I did it just last night before bed, in fact. It was alright, but I kinda rushed it.” Rather put on the spot, Sam couldn't imagine doing it without getting performance anxiety at this point. Every time he tried to do it when Grace was home, he found himself imagining her with her ear pressed against the door, trying to hear him. Even knowing how absurd this was, even when he could hear her in her own room, listening to music or something, he found he couldn't bring himself to masturbate from the irrational fear that somehow, some way, Grace would know. 

He let out his breath as a sigh and forced a smile.
	“It's really okay, sis, I – I'll just start wearing pants again, it'll be fine.” To his surprise, Grace frowned and reached forward to poke him in the chest. 
	“Hey, this may be really funny, but I'm serious about that,” she said, “Have you been listening to the scary numbers? We could be doing this for months, Sammy, I don't want your nads to blow up or something because you were too self-conscious to jack off while I was home! Don't ruin my chance to be the cool aunt someday. I can't spoil the crap out of your kids if you can't have any!” Sam's first instinct was to say 'are you serious', which was odd, because she'd started off by saying she was. He just couldn't quite wrap his head around the idea that his big sister Grace was demanding that he go and masturbate, even if it was for health reasons. 
	“You make it sound like my nuts are gonna drop off if my blue balls get bad enough!” he protested, “If it was really that important, wouldn't I be having wet dreams or something by now?”

Truth be told, Sam wouldn't have minded occasionally waking up to discover he'd ejaculated in his pants in his sleep if it would just take the edge off of this aching desire that had him getting hard at the slightest stimulation, but alas, he'd discovered the joys of self-manipulation rather quickly during puberty, so he'd never had a wet dream in his life, and wasn't sure he could just start getting them now. 
	“God, if I tried to do it now, I don't even know if I could keep it up,” he confessed, “I'm sorry, it's just a thing with me...” He dared to look up at the other monkey, and discovered that Grace's smile had returned, and it was much warmer and gentler than it had been before. 
	“Well, if you absolutely can't get over this thing and do it yourself,” she mused, “I guess Nurse Gracie is just gonna have to do it for you.” 

Sam's eyes widened in shock as his mind unhelpfully conjured up the image of Grace in a sexy nurse costume, lying by his side and whispering lewd encouragement to him as she stroked his cock with one plastic-gloved hand. Forcing the image of his sister giving him a handjob out of his mind even as his dick throbbed hard in approval, the overwhelmed male leaned away from his sibling, who burst out laughing.
	“Look at how nervous you are!” she said, “I'm kidding, Sammy, I'm kidding!” Sam blushed, swallowing to ease his dry mouth, feeling a weird combination of relief and disappointment at the same time.
	“Grace, you're – you're embarrassing me...” Sam said, resorting to open honesty. The smile mostly faded from Grace's face, and she leaned forward and put a hand on his shoulder supportively.
	“Hey, I'm sorry, I shouldn't tease you about this,” she said, “I'm just trying to look out for my little brother, I don't want to see you struggling like this because you're too embarrassed to... Huh, maybe that's it.” 

	“Maybe what's it?” Sam asked, confused. He crossed his arms over his chest, wishing he hadn't taken his sister up on the offer to watch the movie, which they'd been ignoring for several minutes now. 
	“Okay, so your problem is that you can't masturbate when I'm home because you're afraid that I'll know you're masturbating and you'll get embarrassed, right?” the shapely femme asked. 
	“In a nutshell,” Sam replied dully, wondering where she was going with this. 
	“Well, then the trick is to make it less embarrassing!” Grace said, grinning confidently, “So... what if we were both doing it at the same time?” Taken aback for like the fiftieth time that day, Sam blinked in surprise, cocking his head to one side as if he were literally trying to see this from a different angle.
	“What, like... we both go back to our rooms, wait twenty minutes, and then s-start touching ourselves?” he asked, cursing himself for stuttering again. Stupid sexy sister...
	“That's good, but I had something even better in mind,” Grace said, raising one hand theatrically and pointing down at the floor between them. “What if we both did it right here, in the living room, together?” 

Sam's mouth worked, but no coherent words came out, as his mind was providing nothing but confused noise at the moment. While he attempted a mental reboot, Grace eagerly explained her plan. 
	“I figure if I'm doing it too, if you can see that I'm doing it too, it's gotta be less embarrassing, since nobody's gonna judge you for doing the same thing they're up to, right?” Grace said, excitedly. 
	“Oh my God, you're serious this time,” the deeply confused male realized aloud. He felt a bit dizzy from being put through the emotional wringer repeatedly in the last few minutes. “Grace, we can't m– uh, we can't just do stuff right in front of each other! We're b-brother and sister! That would be incest!” Sam hated that he felt like a hypocrite as he said that, having been lusting after his sister for months now. 

Grace leaned back in her seat and raised one finger, a solemn, neutral expression on her face. Her tail, on the other hand, was twitching back and forth behind her, betraying that she felt excited and enthusiastic about her shocking idea. 
	“As someone whose job is parsing technical information and legal jargon, I can tell you that strictly speaking, it is not,” she said, sagely, “We wouldn't be touching each other, and there's no law against us seeing each other naked, or even masturbating together. Hey, we can get a porno from the pay-per-view channels, we don't even have to look at each other!” 
	“Oh Jesus, why does this sound so fucking reasonable?!” Sam groaned. He wanted to do it. He wanted to do it so badly he could scream. But was it really right, or was Grace just a weirdo too? His prick throbbed in his shorts again, and Sam felt without looking that he'd just leaked pre-come into the thin fabric stretched against his penis. He supposed that was one vote in favour, then...

The playful female gave his shoulder a squeeze. 
	“I'm sorry if this is confusing for you, I absolutely get it, this is weird,” she said, softly, “And you're right, we'd never do that normally, not in a million years, but if I've learned anything in the last few weeks, it's that this is a time of abnormal things. Besides, not to put too fine a point on it, little brother, but... it's just you and me here. No one else ever has to know.” She leaned in closer and whispered directly into his ear, which made him shiver. 
	“It can be our little secret.” Sam just barely managed to swallow a moan, feeling hopelessly aroused and very confused. Grace leaned back just far enough to see his eyes, and then she gently caressed his face, running the backs of her soft, slender fingers along his jaw. 
	“Be honest with me, Sammy, what do you think?” Swallowing again, Sam took a moment to think it all over, and then he sagged on the spot, closing his eyes and surrendering to the truth. 
	“I don't know if this is the right thing to do, but I... I need it, sis,” he whimpered, ashamed, “I need it so fuckin' bad... I can barely fall asleep these days cause I'm so goddamn horny all the time...” 
	“Oh, sweetie...” Grace sighed, pulling him in for a hug (which Sam thought was quite bold of her, given the erection he was straining to keep from touching her), “Don't worry about it anymore, okay? Big sister's got your back.” When she leaned back, a self-conscious Sam rubbed at the back of his neck. 
	“Okay, but um, if we're really gonna d-do this,” he said “we should make it a rule or something n-not to look at each other while we're...” 
	“Of course,” Grace agreed, “Whatever makes you most comfortable. We just need to find something nice and distracting to look at instead, eh?” 

She patted him on the back with a smile, and then she leaned back, retrieved the remote, and started browsing through the on-screen guide. As the pervy PPV channels came up, Sam shivered. Somehow, despite everything he thought he understood about the world, he was pretty sure this was actually happening. 
	“Hmmm, what would be perfect for little Sammy, hmmm?” Grace mused, moving through the block of paid channels, “You don't really strike me as an All-Male Firefighter Special kinda guy, and The Night of 1,000 Facials seems a bit too... specific. Transsexual Cheerleader Squad, maybe? Naaah, too out there.” As she read out the ridiculous, wildly uncreative titles, Sam felt his anxiety increasing. Earlier today, he'd tried and failed to remember the last time he'd felt 'normal'. Now, with this happening, he wondered if he was ever going to feel normal again. 
	“Oh, no, here we go, this is perfect!” Grace said, cheerily, “What do you think, little brother? It's called Innocent Young Sluts.” Still blushing fiercely, Sam studied his hand-foot, holding his toe-fingers as if he were examining the quality of his pedicure. 
	“I think that title doesn't make any sense, it's a contradiction,” he muttered. Grace bapped him on the shoulder.
	“I mean aside from that, obviously!”
	“W-well, I don't know, it sounds kinda hot, but I – I've never really done anything like this!” he said, feeling immensely self-conscious. 
	“Of course you haven't,” she replied, calmly, “but desperate times call for desperate measures, no?” 

Swallowing again, Sam sighed.
	“Okay, so... how do we, uh, get started?” he asked. He hadn't felt this nervous about impending sexiness since the night he lost his virginity. She'd been an older girl, much more knowledgeable and relaxed about such things, and now Sam couldn't help but feel some uncomfortable parallels...
	“This isn't rocket science, Sammy, how do you usually get started?” Grace countered, as she navigated the pay-per-view interface. 
	“You just lie back, make yourself comfortable, and take it all off.” After a moment, she stopped, set aside the remote, and stood up. 
	“In fact, here, let me get started...” Sam wasn't entirely proud of the fact that he actually gasped as Grace peeled her shirt up and off, but either she didn't notice his reaction, or she was polite enough to pretend not to. Once it was free, she tossed it back to the couch as she strolled closer to the TV in her bra and panties. 

As Grace went about confirming the order for the crudely-named porno, Sam slowly, carefully stood up, and, with one last glance at the older capuchin, he took a deep breath and pulled his boxers down in a single quick motion. His entire body felt like it was tingling for a moment as he exposed his rigid, needy dick to Grace's back, and he unconsciously held his breath as the shapely female slowly turned around, still looking down at the remote in her hand. When she looked up, it was like the moment was in slow motion. Despite her words, Sam still wasn't 100% convinced his sister wasn't going to be horrified by his exposure. But she met his eyes, and then he watched Grace's gaze suddenly drop down to his package, taking in the sight of his erect penis and heavy balls for the first time. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting – maybe just a soft smile of encouragement without a word? – but it certainly hadn't been for both her eyebrows to rise as she nodded appreciatively.
	“Damn, little brother...” she murmured. 
	“Hey, come on, we said we wouldn't look,” he protested, resisting the urge to cover his malehood with his hands. She shrugged nonchalantly.
	“I won't look once we get started,” she clarified, “There's nothing wrong with being curious. Here, you can look at these.” And then, with a relaxed grin on her face, Grace reached up behind her, unfastened the latch on her bra, and popped it open, letting the lacy garment fall away from her chest, which was exposed to her sibling's gaze for the first time since before it had started developing.

Later on, Sam would be a little embarrassed that he'd reacted by letting his widening eyes drop directly to Grace's soft, full breasts and gasping out loud, but in the moment, he was lost in his sister's tantalizing, forbidden beauty. Judging from the giggle he heard and the smile he wasn't looking at, Grace found his response flattering. The light brown, almost blonde fur that ran down the front of her chest looked so incredibly soft and fluffy, and he immediately longed to run his fingers through it. Grace's teats were cloaked in this same light fur, which made them stand out from the dark fur of the rest of her abdomen even more. Sam wanted so, so badly to reach out, to touch those inviting mounds, to squeeze them, and to feel their weight in his hands as he pinched Grace's nipples between his fingers and made his sister moan with need for him... Reluctantly cutting off the fantasy there, Sam swallowed and forced his gaze up to Grace's face. She was grinning triumphantly, but didn't rub it in. 
	“Okay, you're right,” Sam said, smirking, “Nothing wrong with being curious.”

Sitting back down on the couch, and briefly reflecting on how strange it felt to be sitting on their familiar couch with his naked ass, Sam tried to make himself comfortable. He left his shirt on, as he felt like if he were totally nude in front of his sibling, things would feel so surreal that his very reality might start unravelling. That, and he'd always thought he looked hot bottomless. Grace had turned back away from him, and as she set up Innocent Young Sluts to play, Sam let his gaze trail down the smooth curves of his sister's back until it came to rest on her pert rump, which was still covered by her panties, the only article of clothing the she-monkey still had on. 
	“There, that should do it,” Grace said, setting the remote aside, “Let me just...” A studio logo, of all things, appeared on the screen, as if it were a Hollywood release, but Sam's attention was focused on Grace as she bent over, hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, and tugged them down. The deeply needy male shivered at the sight as his sister bent over at the waist in order to get her underwear all the way down her legs, which meant her tail lifted up into the air, and her naked treasures were exposed to his view. To his shock, Sam realized that Grace's vulva was glistening in the light, which meant that she was wet; for all her philanthropic airs, as if she were only doing this to ensure her wayward brother's reproductive health, Grace was already extremely turned on, just like him. 

Even as Sam was lusting after his own flesh and blood, though, the movie was getting started, and the leering male reluctantly looked away from Grace's rump as cheesy music started playing on the screen, which faded in to show they weren't wasting any time at all, as a notably busty fox lounged about on a pool chair in a pose that seemed kind of uncomfortable, but which showed off her breasts really well. They were very nice breasts, admittedly, maybe a bit larger than Sam found ideal but he certainly wouldn't complain... the problem was that he found himself much more interested in the smaller pair of breasts just across the room from him, the ones he was supposed to avoid looking at. That being said, when the vixen reached up, began to rub and massage her own boobs, and giggled playfully, Sam felt his prick give one hell of a twitch, and he thought he might as well get started. Feeling Grace's eyes on him as sharply as he felt his heart beating in his chest, Sam forced himself to keep his eyes on the screen as he lifted his hand and moved it to his tool, shivering as he wrapped his fingers around his aching flesh. He gave himself a squeeze and felt his cock throb hard in response, drooling some pre down over his knuckles. 

Sam dared to glance in Grace's direction before he started stroking himself, and found that she wasn't looking at him; she was draped across a chair that sat at kind of a right angle to the couch, one leg lifted up and hanging over the arm of the chair facing the TV, her expression and body language both extremely relaxed. Her tail lay comfortably against the seat, the tip idly patting itself against the floor, and one of her hands was up by the back of her head, toying a finger through her vibrant purple hair. 
	Goddamn, he thought, that colour is so sexy on her, much better than the bright red she tried out a while back... Sam inhaled sharply through his nose as she fidgeted slightly in her seat, and for a second he thought she'd somehow sensed his intense stare. But that thought was quickly forgotten as Grace moved her other leg, which had been lifted up to lean against the coffee table in front of the couch. As she moved her foot down to the carpet, Sam realized that that leg had been blocking his view, and that his sister's positioning left her pussy directly facing him. Fearing that he didn't have the strength to look at his sister's wet slit without staring obviously, Sam forced his gaze back up to the screen, where the vixen was continuing to touch herself, one hand now slipping between her thighs as she was watched appreciatively from a distance by a tall, buff lioness. 

The lioness wasted no time at all before approaching the fox by the poolside, and after briefly exchanging 'hey's, the two women immediately began to make out and touch each other while moaning rather a lot more than their actions seemed to warrant. 
	“Come on, where are the dudes already?” Grace said impatiently, “Man, sometimes I wish I was bi, the way the whole damned world is so preoccupied with sexy ladies...” Sam sighed in relief as he continued to stroke his hard prick. After denying himself for weeks (weeks!), it felt so good to be touching himself. He barely needed the naked ladies on TV unconvincingly making out and fingering each other, not that he would let Grace know that. When his tool throbbed hard in his hand, leaking more pre onto his fingers, Sam shuddered and swallowed a moan of pleasure. It was then, without warning, that he suddenly felt two extremely conflicting instincts begin battling it out in his mind. One was the aching, burning desire to come, to work his cock as hard and as fast as he could and to empty his balls and relieve that desperation as quickly as possible, a desire he'd grown quite uncomfortably familiar with over the last month or so, and the other one... was the deep-seated, emotional desire not to immediately blow his load in front of a hot girl he had a crush on, even if she was his big sister. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Sam slowed his stroking and calmed his breath, wanting to make things last at least a little while longer. 
	I'll be damned if Grace walks away thinking I'm a one-pump-chump, he thought determinedly, taking the opportunity to peek at the other monkey once again and briefly admiring her wet mound as her face lit up with a smile Sam found almost as enticing to look at.
	“Heyyyy, now that's more like it!” 

Grace clicked her tongue approvingly as a tall, muscular doberman pinscher strutted into the backyard where the action was set, clad in a pair of sunglasses, some very small shorts, a pair of flipflops, and absolutely nothing else. He was followed closely by an even beefier human with a shaved head and a full beard, who was boldly showing himself off in a speedo. 
	“Hey girls!” The dog said, grinning widely even as his tail failed to wag behind him. He turned to the human just over his shoulder and smiled, stage whispering “Looks like we came to the right pool!” as the other man grinned lewdly and nodded. Unmoved by this incredible display of eroticism, Grace chuckled to herself and shook her head... but Sam couldn't help but notice one of her hands sneaking between her legs as the ladies began to fawn over the two men and freed their dicks from their flimsy prisons. 
	“You know, normally, I'm not all that into really buff guys,” Grace mused, “All the big guys I've known have been kinda full of themselves... but today, this is actually, um... making me kinda hot.” The younger capuchin inhaled sharply as his sister began to tease herself, rubbing the tips of her first two fingers up and down her glistening labia, even as her other hand slowly crept up towards her breasts and her hardening nipples. 

Sam was hardly a virgin, but in that moment, he was hard-pressed to name anything he'd ever experienced that was as arousing as surreptitiously watching his big sister beginning to masturbate. But he knew he was asking for trouble by letting his gaze linger too long, so he reluctantly looked back up to the beautiful porn stars rubbing and teasing each other. Which made him wonder, really: here was a perfectly good video of sexy girls and sexy guys preparing to have their wicked way with each other, so why was he finding it so much more enticing to look at his own sister? Was it just because she was really, physically here with him, and not just a movie on a TV? Or was he really so hopelessly lost from 'normal' that he just didn't care that Grace was his kin anymore?
	“Why's the human so shiny, anyway?” The question caught the distracted male off-balance. He didn't enjoy being directly addressed while pleasuring himself to begin with. 
	“Wh-what?” The elder monkey gestured rather unnecessarily at the screen, where the human was now groaning appreciatively as the lioness began to lick his fat, oversized cock. 
	“Look at him, he's all shiny and reflective! Do you think he polished his head or something?” 
	“I d-don't know, humans like to s-slather themselves up in lotions or whatever when they go t-tanning, don't they?” Grace nodded, but the lion's share of her attention remained on the action on screen, where the two men were now completely hard. 
	“Mmm, probably.”

As Grace fell quiet again, content to leave the thought at that, Sam went back to stroking and squeezing his cock, which was by now glistening from base to tip with the pre-come that had drooled out and been rubbed into the skin by Sam's eager hand. 
	“Hey, Sammy, you like that fox?” Grace teased, her playful tone giving away the smile she was trying to hide, “I bet you'd let her sit on your face, eh?” Grinning shyly, Sam lifted one leg and used his hand-foot to gesture dismissively in his sister's direction. He would have used an actual hand, but both of his were now busy, as he was using his off-hand to grope and fondle his balls. 
	“Sh-shut up...” he muttered, feeling like he would be blushing again if he weren't so worked up from jerking off.
	“Hey, I know, let's look her up, maybe she's single,” the playful female said, following his example and using a hand-foot to pick up her phone. Flexibility ran in their family, so it wasn't much of a task for her to bend her leg so that the screen was at least close enough for her to see it. Sam, meanwhile, was quietly thankful that this hadn't obscured his view of his sister's pussy, for it was just after that when Grace slipped her first two fingers inside herself, sighing contentedly as she began to work the digits in and out of her slippery channel. It was only after watching Grace finger herself for a few seconds that Sam suddenly realized that she was looking back at him, her gaze focused on his erection. Before he could respond in any way, before he even had time to panic, Grace closed her eyes and grunted with pleasure before looking away. 

By now, the various porn stars had started getting down to business, and the room was now filled with unconvincing groans and moans as they went to town on each other. But Sam's mind was now even more focused on his sibling; was Grace looking at him for the same reason he was looking at her? Was that the first time she'd peeked? Or had she been surreptitiously glancing at his prick this entire time, the same way he'd been leering at her breasts and pussy? He tried to tell himself that Grace would be disgusted if she knew the truth, that she was much too good a person for that and would never lust after her own flesh and blood, but at the same time, he couldn't stop picturing her face, staring straight at his dick with a damnably neutral expression as she continued to pleasure herself. 
	“Oh, here we are,” Grace said, looking over at her phone, “Valerie Vulpine. God, why d-do porn stars pick such dumb names?” 
	“How do you know her n-name?” Sam said, realizing he was growing more comfortable talking while pulling his pud, which was a surreal moment, “It's not like she's wearing a f-fuckin' name tag!” 
	“Don't you read the actor credits at the start of a production?” teased the elder simian, “They're very informative.” 

Grace paused to whimper as she visibly shuddered, her fingers ceasing to move inside her for a moment – because her channel was squeezing too tightly? – before she glanced at her brother's face to make sure he was listening. 
	“Okay, Ms. Vulpine is the star of...” She snorted in amusement. “She appeared in Big-Titted Vixens 8, which may be the most creative title I've ever heard, and her first headline appearance – hnngh... was in the first Hold Me Down and Yiff Me. So in other words, she's p-perfect for you, little brother, you should definitely try to get her number.” Sam just made a vague noise of acknowledgement, letting the teasing slide because he was genuinely embarrassed that his cock had throbbed involuntarily when Grace called him 'little brother', which made him feel (more) like a freak. Grace set her phone aside and focused her attention on the debauchery playing out on-screen, which made Sam feel bold enough to focus his attention on her nethers for a little while longer. 

Seeing the way Grace's inner thighs and the base of her tail glistened, Sam suddenly thought to himself that she was quite a juicy girl, and he shuddered at the very idea that he now had such intimate knowledge of his sister. He whimpered with desire as he watched Grace working her fingers in and out of herself, her other hand having abandoned her boobs in order to rub her clitoris, which Sam could not quite make out from this distance. God, how he wished he could touch her... He imagined himself getting her attention and asking if she needed a hand, imagined her grinning and beckoning him over. Now that his mind had started down this path, he found he didn't want to stop. As he mentally entwined with his sister, kissing and touching and grinding until it was hard to tell where one monkey began and the other ended, Sam couldn't help but groan out loud. 
	“Oh fuck...” he panted, “I – I'm getting c-close...” Sam just couldn't fight the pleasure as well with this vivid incestuous fantasy playing out in his mind. He could almost feel Grace clinging to him as he drove himself into her again and again, almost feel their pelts meshing together, almost smell her natural scent as he imagined leaning down and kissing her on the neck...

It was at that moment, struggling desperately to hold back the inevitable, that Sam noticed a very important detail he'd almost overlooked in real life; his sister wasn't watching the TV anymore. Feeling the pleasure building, he'd narrowed his eyes to slits, knowing from experience watching himself in the mirror that as he approached climax he tended to look like his eyes were closed. He suspected that was the reason that Grace seemed quite comfortable while she stared directly at his twitching, rigid prick, even as he continued to pump it with his fist. 
	“Oh my God...” he moaned, knowing she wouldn't suspect why. Still staring boldly and squarely at his cock, Grace bit her lower lip and he heard her whimper as her fingers began moving a little faster. 

	Jesus Christ, he thought, incredulously, She doesn't just want to watch me come... she's actually getting off to this! My own sister is getting off to this! God, this is so hot! Unable to take any more, Sam shuddered hard and moaned as every muscle in his body began to tense up, his orgasm overpowering him at last. His dick began to throb and pulse in his hand,  spilling forth thick, creamy volleys of primate seed with every spasm. Normally, Sam didn't get much distance at all when he came, and his jism just spilled out onto his hand. This time, though, with how long he'd been denying himself and how turned on he was by his incestuous thoughts, he was spurting long, ropey strands of come all over the sleeveless shirt he'd left on, with the first shot going far enough to catch himself in the chin. He squeezed his balls and groaned, uncaring about the accidental facial, watching surreptitiously as Grace drank in the sight of his climax, watching her brother copiously ejaculating onto himself with flushed cheeks and obvious interest. Suddenly, the purple-haired femme visibly shuddered and hunched forward, pushing her fingers as deep inside herself as she could while she bit her lip again and rubbed her clit in a frenzy. In his state of bliss, it took Sam a moment to realize that his sister was joining him in orgasm, seemingly triggered by his own release. That thought, in turn, turned his pleasure up to 11, and then all he could see were stars...

Sam came and came and came, as if he were spilling three weeks worth of seed all at once, and even as he was blinded by the pleasure, the image of Grace twitching in silent climax remained vivid and stark in his mind; he didn't think he would ever forget a single thing about that moment. Eventually, though, this good thing came to an end, and Sam found himself lying back against the couch limply, panting and trembling, one hand still wrapped around his prick, the other having flopped down to his side. His head was spinning, and he closed his eyes to try and steady himself. While he was waiting for the room to stop turning around him, he heard the sound of Grace slowly standing up, taking a couple of steps, and then sitting down on the couch next to him. A part of his mind thrilled at the idea that Grace was now naked within a couple feet of him even as another part despaired at how far he'd fallen down this rabbit hole, but he was too exhausted for the moment to do anything about it. 

When he finally dared open his eyes, he found Grace turned to the side, facing him, still uncaring about her nudity. The positioning of her legs hid her femininity from view, but the capuchin made no effort to cover her bare breasts, which looked so, so tantalizing to her conflicted brother. 
	“Hey,” she said, casually.
	“H-hey...” he replied, self-consciously. Grace's gaze dipped down to his shirt, which was fairly covered in come, and she giggled.
	“Looks like you needed it even more than I realized,” she wryly observed, “Look at you, this is the most relaxed I've seen you since the quarantine started! Aren't you glad you listened to Nurse Gracie?” Rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously, Sam grinned.
	“Yeah, I guess I am...” he admitted, “Thanks, sis, for, uh, thinking about my health.”
	“Damn straight,” Grace immediately replied, making him chuckle. The scent of semen was very strong as he panted and recovered his breath, making him distantly worry that she could smell it. 
	“I think I'm finally starting t-to understand why some guys go for No-Nut November,” Sam said, finally releasing his flaccid cock and wiping the jism on his hand off on the side of his shirt, since it was a write-off anyway. 

Grace giggled again, and for a long moment, she said nothing, just kept watching him, as if she were searching for something in his eyes. Finally, she leaned a little closer and whispered to him conspiratorially, even though they were the only people in the apartment. 
	“Hey... can I ask you a question, Sammy?” she murmured, her voice smooth as silk. 
	“S-sure, anything,” he replied, his stutter having nothing to do with being short of breath. Grace grinned a little wider and looked him straight in the eye.
	“I just wanted to know...” she started, “...Was that the first time you've ever come while thinking about your big sister?” 

Sam gasped out loud, panicking badly. 
	“I – I – you – no, I... I didn't! I w-wouldn't!” he eventually managed to stammer, close to being too scared for rational thought, but Grace just laughed and shook her head.
	“Not the most compelling story you've ever told,” she teased, and he swallowed a whimper of fear, already resisting the urge to just bail on the situation entirely and hide in his room, as if that would solve his problem. There was no way this scenario would ever be fun for Sam, but he couldn't help but wonder: Why, oh why, did this have to happen when they were naked? At least he wasn't having trouble leering at her breasts anymore. He felt so humiliated and afraid that he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to feel aroused again. As he was drowning in shame and embarrassment, Grace gave him a surprisingly understanding smile.
	“Come on now, Sam,” she said, gently, “those boners weren't all you were hiding, were they? Did you really think I missed the way you've been looking at me?” 
	“Oh God,” Sam moaned, “This is not happening, this is not happening...” 
	“And since I'm being honest with you,” Grace continued, “Well... I may have noticed before the quarantine started.”

	“What?!” the despairing male gasped, forgetting to deny it, “Oh Jesus, just kill me now!”  He groaned and buried his face in his hands, muttering 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry', but no sooner had he done this before his head snapped back upright, Grace having reached over and put a hand on his shoulder. He had not been expecting physical contact. Of course, he'd not been expecting her to be so magnanimous about the fact that her own brother was perversely lusting after her, either, so he supposed he was zero for two on predictions today. 
	“Sammy, would you just chill already?” she said, more firmly, “Man up, little brother, take deep breaths. Just looking at you is stressing me out...” Immediately taking her advice, Sam forced himself to take slow, even breaths.
	“S-sorry...” he mumbled, still deeply confused. Plainly reading this in his expression, Grace managed a smile.
	“Let me try again...” 

Taking a deep breath herself, the shapely female brushed some purple hair out of her eyes. 
	“Think about it, little brother, I realized what you were thinking before the quarantine ever started, and I never said one word about it.”
	“Yeah, I was wondering about that,” a dazed Sam replied, to her amusement.
	“Oh dear, I have to spell it out for you, don't I?” Grace sighed, “Okay, Sam, it's like this: I try to be a very open-minded person, I figure, let people be into whatever. Hell, I used to date a guy who liked to make out with my tail.” 
	“You did?” interrupted Sam, “Which one?” 
	“Nice try,” Grace replied without missing a beat, “But for reals, I know you, Sammy, I've known you your whole life. You've never once made me feel unsafe, not even after you started looking at me like... like I was a girl, and not your sister.” Sam swallowed and said nothing, his mind still spinning. 
	“You never tried to touch me, never tried to peek on me when I was showering or anything,” the elder capuchin continued, “You've been a perfect gentleman this entire time, so the way I look at it, it just means that I'm so goddamn sexy that even my sweet little brother can't help but want me!” 

Sam was shocked by his own laughter, caught off-guard by a moment of amusement in the middle of all that stress. Grace joined him, and the two monkeys just laughed together for a while, the sort of powerful belly laugh that quickly abandons the original joke in favour of laughing for the sake of laughing. When they finally calmed down, Sam still felt embarrassed that his secret kink hadn't been a secret after all, but he also felt significantly less stressed out.
	“Okay, I confess, I couldn't resist,” he said, grinning shyly, “You're just... you're movie star hot, sis! It's not fair to me!” Grace giggled at that, but before Sam could make a follow-up, his mind made a connection he'd missed before in his panic. 
	“Wait a minute...” he said, frowning, “you knew I had this stupid crush on you before the quarantine, but you still decided to prance around in your panties every day?!” Grace froze in place, with what Sam could only describe as an oh shit expression on her face, clearly aware she'd been caught. 
	“...Fine, you got me,” she said after a moment, “I've been... sort of lonely, since normally I go out all the time, and now you're the only person I see, so, I, uh...” Leaning back and crossing her arms over her chest, which just-so-happened to finally hide her bosoms from her brother's view, Grace averted her eyes and finished her confession. 
	“...I missed the way guys would look at me, so I thought I'd, um, tease the shit out of you so I could tell myself that at least someone still thinks I'm sexy.” 

Leaning back against the back of the couch, Sam laughed, even if the sound did lead into a groan.
	“Oh my God, I can't believe you were doing it on purpose,” he said, “I can't believe I didn't notice you were doing it on purpose! I mean, the twerking earlier was –” Before he could say the words 'a dead giveaway', Grace gasped, blushing again.
	“Wait, you saw that?!” she asked, mortified, “That wasn't for you, I – I thought I was alone!” Part of Sam thought it was curious that she was embarrassed about being seen shaking her be-pantied rump while she'd been very comfortable sitting right here next to him in just her pelt, but the rest of him was suddenly worried about being perceived as a pervert.
	“Uh, I swear to God I wasn't, like, spying on you or anything, I just peeked in your door to see where you were!” 

Sam was a little surprised by Grace's self-consciousness, given the way she'd been (intentionally!) showing her body off to him for weeks, and he felt instinctively compelled to ease his sister's embarrassment. 
	“You know, uh, if it helps...” he started, studying his own hand-feet, “I... really liked what I saw.” Looking up, Grace made a non-verbal noise that sounded like it ended in a question mark, which distantly amused Sam. 
	“You're a really good dancer, sis, and, um...” Was he really about to say this out loud? To her? “...and God, you have such a nice ass.” Grace chuckled quietly, and he could practically hear her relaxing. 
	“You think so?” she murmured, sounding especially pleased with herself, “Well thanks, little brother... maybe I'll have to do a special dance just for you sometime.” The shy male's cheeks began to burn hotly as he immediately imagined his sexy sibling giving him a lap dance, which he was almost certain was what she had intended.
	“Oh man, you really are the coolest person I know...” he muttered, to her obvious delight.

This might be looking a gift horse in the mouth, Sam thought, but I have to know. Clearing his throat, he continued to stare at his hand-feet, avoiding his sister's gaze.
	“So, um, Grace... you're really not upset that I'm...” he trailed off nervously, then gathered his courage and finished the thought. “...That I'm attracted to you?” Smiling calmly, Grace reached over and put a hand on his arm. 
	“I'm really not,” she confirmed, “It's okay. You're still my little brother.” Swallowing, feeling intensely relieved, Sam nodded slowly, mulling that over. After a few moments of silence, he gingerly peeled off the jism-dappled shirt, then reached down to his ankles and pulled up his boxers. Standing up, still avoiding eye contact, he turned towards the entrance to the room.
	“Well, uh, I guess I'll go clean this off before it dries and gets gross, uh, make it easier on the machine on laundry day,” he rambled, “So I'll just –”
	“Hey.” One word, and she instantly had 100% of his attention. He couldn't even remember how he'd been going to end that sentence.
	“You never did answer my question, you know,” Grace purred, “So... was that the first time you've ever gotten off while thinking about me, Sammy?” 

Freezing in place, Sam turned towards his sister and grinned shyly.
	“...Y-yeah,” he admitted, “I felt like blowing my load thinking of you would just, uh, make things worse...” Her smile widened ever so slightly. 
	“Oh yeah?” she replied, “Well, how do you feel like it went in practice?” Sam paused a moment. He now felt more conflicted than ever, knowing that his sister had been intentionally teasing him, knowing that she was okay with him longing for her but not really understanding why, feeling like he'd crossed an invisible line by climaxing while watching his sister – but unable to deny the fact that it had been one of the best orgasms he'd ever had in his goddamn life. What did it all mean? How did any of the things happening to him lately make any sense at all? He couldn't answer these questions, and he didn't want to weigh Grace down with guilt when he answered hers. 
	“...Well, uh, yeah, I was definitely overthinking things, but I think I'll be alright,” he lied deviously, trying to come across as perfectly relaxed, “I think I'm gonna go lie down for a while, that, um, took a lot out of me.” 
	“Yes, I saw that,” Grace replied, nodding in a deadpan kinda way as she glanced pointedly towards the region now covered by Sam's boxers. 

Snickering, despite himself, Sam stood up and headed out, pausing only long enough to glance at the TV. Innocent Young Sluts ran for a full hour block, so after the initial foursome had noisily (and messily) reached climax during Grace's confrontation of her brother's not-so-secret lust, the scene had shifted to different actors while they weren't paying attention, and now the screen showed a poodle femme that Sam didn't recognize eagerly and loudly sucking on the hard cock of some kind of feline, judging from the barbs. Continuing to watch porn with his sister at this point was about the last thing in the universe Sam wanted to experience right now, though, so he just turned and hurried out. 

After gingerly washing the jism off his shirt as best he could, Sam closed himself up in his room, hung up the soaking wet garment to dry so it didn't leak water all over the laundry basket, and found himself alone with his thoughts, which mainly revolved around his beautiful sister. God, the way she'd smiled at him when they were naked... He briefly thought about sneaking out to the kitchen to make some dinner before remembering that he'd eaten some macaroni during Muppet Treasure Island, which only felt like it had been days ago. Every single time Sam closed his eyes, he saw Grace, teeth clenched, eyes tightly closed, spasming in orgasm as she watched him coming all over himself. The image haunted him for the rest of the evening, as vivid as if it were happening all over again, ensuring that incest was never far from his mind. 

Hours later, Sam lay in his bed, his mind reeling from the insanity of what he'd just experienced. He'd done a little gaming, which had helped to take his mind off his problem, but even as he traded fire with the alien/demon things (he wasn't sure which yet) that were the antagonists of the plot, a part of his mind was still stuck on the subject of his hot sister. Plus,  eventually it was time to turn the game off and go to bed, which had left him lying there alone with his thoughts, tossing and turning for what felt like an eternity. The confused male still didn't know how to feel. It had been weird enough when it had all been hypothetical, when he'd just been admiring Grace's curves indirectly and from afar, but now she'd confessed to teasing him on purpose, she'd stripped naked in front of him and joined him in a mutual masturbation session, and she'd told him, outright, that she was okay with him being attracted to her, even acted unoffended when he'd admitted that he'd been thinking about her when he came. Now everything was so much more real, and he knew there was no going back.
	“Oh, Grace...” he whimpered quietly, “What have you done?” 

He still wasn't sure how he felt about her revelation that she'd known all along. She'd never said one word, never asked him about her suspicions, she'd just pretended to be oblivious to the lust he was trying so hard to hide, and then one day she started hanging out in her panties to make him desire her even more. Grimacing, Sam rolled over to face the wall and sighed. When she'd told him she was okay with the way he felt, giving him that warm grin as she said it, he'd been about 60% sure they were about to have sex, as impossible as it seemed, but all that had followed was one of the most confusing conversations he'd ever had in his life. Had it all just been a game to her? It felt like everything she'd done had just been because she liked his reactions, liked to feel wanted. Grace hadn't even come close to suggesting that she returned his affections, and that made the confused capuchin feel like more of a freak than ever, like an animal performing tricks for his sister's amusement. He thought he knew Grace; could she really have been teasing him over his shameful feelings purely for her own entertainment? He sighed again and closed his eyes, only to (of course) immediately see his big sister smiling at him with bedroom eyes and wearing absolutely nothing except for a necklace and that bracelet made of the letters of her name she'd been wearing since high school. 
	“Dammit, brain!” he snarled out loud, like a crazy person, “Stop making it worse!” After thinking about it for a moment, he buried his face in his hands and groaned.
	“Dammit, me,” he mumbled, with considerably less fire behind it, “Stop wanting to fuck your own sister...” 

Sam tried, for a little while, to focus entirely on the positives. That toe-curling orgasm, for example, and the endless relief he'd felt after denying himself all month. Just the fact that he couldn't, right this instant, sense some low-level arousal deep within himself was an improvement, as after the first week and a half, the aching need for release had always been present, even if it was in the back of his mind most of the time. Also, while the message itself filled the confused male with conflicted emotions, it shouldn't be ignored that his personal worst case scenario had come true, Grace had found out he was attracted to her (even if it was a while ago), and there'd been no screaming or crying, he wasn't being forced to move out, and he hadn't lost her trust for the remainder of his days. When he'd pondered that scenario in the past, with all the possible outcomes that gave him heartburn, it had never even occurred to him that Grace might be okay with it. Still, it was almost impossible for his mind not to wander to the less positive parts. He almost wished he'd pushed his luck, tried to kiss Grace or something... but even now he found it difficult to imagine her reacting by kissing him back instead of punching him in the mouth. She'd said she was comfortable with him being attracted to her, but that did not at all mean the message she was sending was “I want you inside of me”.

This, in turn, made Sam suddenly imagine his sister giving him that smile while whispering those words to him, and he shivered indecently. Suddenly, that old familiar arousal was back, but even this wasn't nearly as uncomfortable or desperate as it was a day ago. He swallowed nervously as his hand slowly made its way towards his boxers, as if he weren't doing it himself. Grace had acted totally at ease with the idea of her little brother masturbating to a fantasy of her, but he still felt a little anxious as his fingers slipped under the waistband and took hold of his tool. 
	“Ohhh...” he sighed, shuddering immediately as his cock began to twitch and fatten against his fingers, “Oh, Gracie... you're so beautiful...” He was already blushing; the embarrassment that had prevented him from pleasuring himself for the better part of a month was a hard habit to kick. It helped that rather than imagining his sister listening at the door, giggling, he was lewdly imagining that it was her hand rubbing and squeezing his manhood as it grew longer and harder, even as those soft, plump lips of hers kissed at his neck and cheek. Sam wasn't trying to fight his desires this time, but he couldn't help but whimper; after today, it was impossible not to fantasize about his sister, and the more he thought about Grace, the more he thought about how badly he wanted to hold her, to kiss her, to touch her and explore her body before finally giving in to his instincts and making sweet, sweet love to her. These fantasies had been creeping into his mind all along, but now, after the bombshell Grace had casually dropped, there was a tiny part of him insisting that those fantasies were perfectly fine, because there was a chance that Grace might want him too... and he couldn't help but worry about justifying such things to himself.

Thankfully, as his prick reached its full pride, the anxiety began to leave Sam's mind, pushed aside by the growing desire within him. Soon, all the mattered was the fantasy itself, the worrying could be put off until later. 
	“Hnnngh! Oh, God...” he moaned, shivering as his cock pulsed in his hand, leaking pre into his boxers. Taking that as his cue, the needy monkey slipped his underwear off and began to stroke his dick in earnest, running his hand along the sensitive shaft as his finger-toes curled up at the other end of the bed. Sam rolled onto his side as he kept up the pace. In his mind, he was spooned up behind Grace, feeling her soft, perfect ass pressed against his pelvis, reaching around her to grope her tantalizing breasts from behind, and driving his rigid manhood deep into his big sister's welcoming pussy. 
	“Gracie... Gracie...” he whimpered to himself, almost as turned on by the idea of who his fantasy lover was as by the actual stimulation he was giving himself. And of course, she was really playing it up, laughing and moaning and cheering him on, telling him what an outstanding job he was doing as he drove himself into her tight, wet channel again and again. The imaginary Grace looked back over her shoulder, and Sam impulsively leaned forward to kiss her, actually pursing his lips in real life as his prick continued to drool pre onto his thigh. 

The capuchin lost himself in deeply lewd fantasies about his shapely sibling, and his hand never stopped pumping along his shaft, slowing down sometimes to stroke and tease himself at some of his more sensitive spots, like beneath the cap of his crown, to make himself shudder and gasp. The last time, in the living room, he'd been absolutely desperate not to come too fast in front of Grace's watchful eye, but now, alone in his bed, he wasn't fighting nearly as hard, since the only person he had to impress was the fictional Grace in his mind, who seemed impressed by everything he did anyway. 
	“Oh fuck...” Sam groaned, “I'm g-getting close...” In his mind's eye, he started to pull out, only to have Grace reach up and pull him back down, wrapping those sexy legs of hers around his waist, her finger-toes intertwining as her hand-feet locked together, keeping him trapped within her as she eagerly begged her brother to come inside her pussy. It didn't matter that he couldn't imagine his sister ever actually doing that, of course, it was hot! 

Biting his lip to keep from crying out as the point of no return hurtled towards him, Sam sped his stroking up, his hand practically blurring as it ran up and down his straining dick. His body began to tense up, and the trembling monkey reluctantly let go of his balls in order to cup his hand just under and in front of the tip of his cock, to try and avoid getting come all over his bed and/or carpet. In no time at all, he felt the pleasure burst within him – a pale shadow of what he'd felt in the living room, but still good enough to make his hand-feet curl up into fists. With nothing on his mind except his beautiful sister, Sam groaned in ecstasy as his prick began to twitch and flex in his grip, spurting hot, wet come into his awaiting hand, which admittedly took away a little from the fantasy of flooding his sister's tight pussy with baby batter until it started to leak out of her. 

Sighing in relief as the last of the pleasure (and the semen) ebbed out of him, Sam rolled over onto his back and went limp, his hand-feet slowly unclenching as he relaxed from the top of his head to the tip of his tail. In the stark clarity that comes in the post-orgasm period, Sam considered the fact that he'd just rubbed one out to a fantasy of fucking his own sister, and he felt... He had absolutely no idea how he felt. Too many things at once. He would have expected shame, self-directed anger, regret, but while that was in the mix, so many other things were too, like that part of his mind that was annoyingly persistent in hoping that Grace would be down for some 'family-friendly' fun in the real world too. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the instinct to worry out of his mind and lifted his hand, smirking at the sight of just how much seed he'd spilled, even with this being his second ejaculation of the day.
	“Damn, I really was backed up,” he muttered. 

With a rather self-conscious glance towards the door, which remained locked, Sam began to lick his own come off his hand. He was secure enough not to fear that it would magically make him gay, and it didn't taste that bad (no matter what his ex-girlfriend Madeline used to say...) so he did this sometimes to save himself the effort of dirtying a towel or a T-shirt or something with his semen. He was still a rather introverted person, though, so he couldn't imagine doing it in front of another person. That thought seemed to get crosswired with the train of thought he'd been stuck on before, and he suddenly imagined himself back on the couch, wearing that gooey shirt, watching as Grace reached over, dipped a digit into the mess, and licked his jism off her finger while making eye contact. Shivering at the very idea of his big sister tasting his seed, Sam finished licking his hand clean and then pulled his boxers back up and turned the light out. Jacking off had helped calm his restless mind, and he felt like he could finally get some sleep. As he pulled his sheets up and rolled over to nuzzle into his pillow, one last fantasy popped into his mind: Grace, putting her arms around him and gently kissing him on the forehead.
	Goodnight, little brother.
	“Goodnight, big sister...” he whispered, and then his breathing slowed and became deep and even. 

Sam had several dreams that night, and to no one's surprise, Grace featured prominently in most of them, most notably one where she'd been laid out nude on a couch while he drew her like one of his French girls. But while they were suggestive, the dreams were mercifully free of actual sexy content, so the poor lad didn't feel any new confusion when he woke up... eventually. Tossing and turning 'til the wee hours of the morning hadn't exactly helped his sleeping schedule, and he slept in rather dramatically. Of course, it wasn't like he had anywhere to go or anything to do, though Sam almost felt like it would be nice to wake up late for work just to feel a sense of purpose in his life again. Almost. 

After stretching, yawning, and scratching himself inappropriately, Sam got up and walked to the door, then hesitated. He figured after two pretty decent orgasms, he wouldn't be plagued by boners anymore, but knowing that Grace was aware of his attraction to her made him somewhat uneasy about the idea of hanging out in his underwear around the apartment. Still, he hated getting dressed before he had a shower, so he just went to his dresser and retrieved a pair of long pyjama pants instead of putting proper clothes on. Leaving his room, he stopped and peered around, as if his sister was going to be there waiting to pounce on him like the proverbial tiger. He still wasn't sure how he felt about anything, and he was almost afraid to face her again, in case things somehow got even more confusing. He found nothing, and the apartment was silent. Walking out in the direction of the kitchen, Sam passed the main room, where he stopped a moment to look at the chair next to the couch. It was almost impossible to believe that just the previous night, Grace had been sitting there, absolutely naked, and pleasuring herself right in front of him. As his penis gave the slightest twitch in his pants, Sam smiled. Despite all his worrying, despite all his confusion, despite everything, he had to remember: Grace had been watching him come, her hazel eyes locked on his prick as he'd nutted all over his shirt. Her motivations might have been questionable, but it sure as hell seemed like she'd liked what she'd seen... 

Turning away, as the room was much less interesting with the TV off and no masturbating sisters in it, Sam walked into the kitchen and started making a bowl of instant oatmeal. No sooner had he popped it in the microwave, though, before he noticed a slip of paper stuck to the front door of the apartment out in the hall. Leaving the machine to do its thing, the capuchin ambled over curiously, but he'd only gotten close enough to catch that it started with his name and contained the word 'groceries' before the door opened in front of him and Grace walked into the apartment from outside. Stopping, surprised, Sam took in the sight of his sister, the first time he'd seen her fully dressed in almost a full month, carrying a bunch of bags. Immediately filling in the blanks on that message, Sam swallowed, quietly grateful that he'd put those pants on after all, because he would feel even more awkward than he did now if he'd been clad only in his boxers. 
	“Oh, hey Sammy,” she said, her voice muffled slightly by a painter's mask. The siblings weren't sure it was proper equipment for a pandemic, but then it was rather difficult to get one's hands on the proper filter masks these days, and it was probably better than nothing. 

Sam reached out and took a bag from a grateful Grace as she stepped in and turned around to lock the door behind her. 
	“Thanks,” she murmured in passing, “I'm back earlier than I thought, I kinda forgot nobody's out, so traffic was great and there were no lines.” 
	“I kinda just woke up,” admitted Sam, “I only just saw the note.” 
	“Oh, well... groceries!” Grace exclaimed, holding up her bag unnecessarily. Slipping her mask off, she knelt down to take her shoes off, which was a slightly more involved process when one has hand-feet, as it requires special shoes that looked more like gloves, but with extremely thick rubber padding on the underside of the palm and each finger-toe. They were slightly cumbersome things, and Sam had never met a primate with Inherited feet who didn't prefer being barefoot at home. 

The siblings took the bags out to the kitchen and set them down on the table. Without a word, Sam went to a side cupboard and retrieved a large tube of disinfectant wipes. Ever since the lockdown started, they had taken to wiping down everything they brought in from outside, 'just in case', and it had long since become just another part of their new routine. Both Robertsons grabbed a moist wipe sheet and began taking items out of the bags one at a time and vigorously rubbing them down. Before getting started, Grace took a moment to wipe down her gloves, and then carefully took them off and set them aside. 
	“So why'd you head out so early?” Sam asked, “I haven't left the house in a week, I'd have gone with.” He felt a sharp pang of self-doubt. Had she been trying to avoid him? Grace made a dismissive gesture with a box of Pop-Tarts in her hand. 
	“I was out like a light last night, absolutely slept like a baby,” she casually replied, “So I woke up way earlier than usual, figured I'd do something more productive with the extra time than listen to my song playlist on YouTube for the fortieth time. Sorry, I didn't want to wake you...” 

Remembering how much he'd tossed and turned before he'd burned off energy masturbating, Sam swallowed without saying anything and tried to focus on the groceries. He wasn't sure how he felt about Grace not being the slightest bit conflicted after the events of last night, but at least he had something else to focus on. Something other than trying to work out how to casually ask Grace if they could stage a repeat of the previous evening's entertainment, anyway. After a minute or two of silently decontaminating their groceries, Sam finally worked up the courage to try. 
	“So, uh, Grace... about last night?” The shapely female slowed down, but did not stop. 
	“Mmm?” 
	“Well, it's just... I, uh, I had a really good time,” he said, managing not to cringe at how awkward he felt, “and I was wondering... if we could do it again? Sometime?” 

In the 0.8 seconds it took Grace to make eye contact, Sam had already thought of three different ways he could have improved the wording in that, but he quickly stopped kicking himself when Grace absolutely beamed at him, grinning from ear to ear. She reached up to brush a purple lock out of her eye, and then stopped, as she hadn't washed her hands yet. 
	“You really mean that?” she asked, “I really enjoyed myself too, I... I think I'd like that.” She chuckled and blushed.
	“It makes me feel a little bit like a pervert,” she admitted, “But yes, I think I'd like that.” Looking back down on the groceries, Grace added “Did you have plans for today?” Sam blinked, surprised.
	“T-today? Oh, uh, no, not at all!” He felt his phallus twitch in his pants again. 
	“Okay,” the confident female replied, “So how about after we finish wiping everything down, you go get a shower, and I'll put this stuff away, and then we can...” She trailed off, grinning, and Sam chuckled a little nervously. That had gone way better than he'd actually expected! 

Brother and sister had big, excited grins plastered across their faces as they continued decontaminating their groceries, and every time they made eye contact, one or both of them would blush. When they were finally, finally done, Sam turned towards the hallway, eager to get himself cleaned off – and promptly remembered he hadn't actually eaten that oatmeal he'd prepared. His first impulse was to leave it to go cold, like it was just an obstacle in the path that lead to him seeing Grace naked again. But he hesitated, thinking that it might be a good idea to have some fuel in the tank if he was gonna show off for his big sister again... Reluctantly, he explained the forgotten food to Grace, who replied that she'd skipped breakfast herself, and so, after they'd both washed their hands, a rather impatient Sam went to have his oatmeal while Grace made herself some toast, at which point they switched to innocent smalltalk. Not that that made it any easier for Sam to avoid thinking sexy thoughts, as he had to desperately fight the urge in order to avoid embarrassingly getting another hard-on when he didn't want one. 

Despite his best efforts to try and relax, to stay casual, the nervous male couldn't help looking over at his fully-clothed sibling and picturing her naked body, as if his gaze was drawn to her like a magnet. He'd never had it so bad for any other woman, and he wasn't sure how to feel about that. It wasn't just the desire or the fantasies, either, it was that Grace kept catching him looking at her, and she'd just grin or wink at him. As he looked away yet again, blushing even harder, Sam briefly considered the possibility that Grace had swapped places with an alternate universe version of herself from a dimension where everyone was down with incest. It was an entertaining thought, but he ultimately dismissed it. Hard as it was to believe, it seemed that his big sister was simply much kinkier than he'd ever realized. Finally, he finished his oatmeal, and after seeing the dishes to the sink, Sam took his leave to go have a shower. As he left the room, Grace turned after him and called his name.
	“Hey! Sam!” The eager male stopped to look back at her as she continued. “Don't you go getting started without me, okay little brother?” The knowing look she gave him made him shiver, and he just grinned back and left. 

He almost certainly wouldn't have thought about it if she hadn't said anything, having had hundreds of non-erotic showers in his life. But because of her words, as he stripped his clothes off, Sam couldn't help but imagine his shapely sister joining him in the shower. Scrubbing his back, running her hands all over his wet, naked body, humming to herself the way he often distantly overheard when she was bathing... He let his thoughts run away with him for just a few seconds, and realized he was at half-mast before he'd even gotten in the shower. Shaking his head as if those lewd thoughts were physically clinging to his scalp, the capuchin started the water running and paused. What if Grace had been trying to send him a message with those words? It didn't seem likely, but then neither had the idea of Grace being okay with Sam lusting after her! After another heartbeat's hesitation, Sam self-consciously unlocked the bathroom door and climbed into the shower. At first he was tense, half-expecting that at any moment he would find Grace's hand casually reaching around him to touch his abs. When she inevitably didn't come to join him, Sam felt a little sheepish, but he was at least relieved that he'd been so focused on listening for the door above the sound of the water that he hadn't been thinking sexy thoughts, and his erection had faded away. 

Growing more excited and more nervous by the minute as he dried himself off in the dryer booth in the corner of the bathroom and then got dressed in his room, Sam was practically vibrating by the time he returned to the main room of the apartment. He made himself stop just before leaving the short hallway that lead to their bedrooms in order to pause and compose himself. He was desperately eager, he needed this, but he didn't need Grace to know that... Strolling out, at least appearing much more casual than he felt, Sam found Grace sitting on the couch with the TV off. She appeared to be looking at her laptop. As he passed the kitchen area, his sister looked up and beamed.
	“Ah, there you are, nice and clean!” she said, “...What's with the clothes?” 

Looking down at himself self-consciously, Sam shrugged. 
	“Uhh, I sort of only started going around in my boxers because I thought it would, you know, make me seem like I was comfortable with you hanging out in your panties, eh?” he admitted, “Since the cat's sort of out of the bag, I thought I'd dress more comfortably.” 
	“Oh, that's fine, I just meant... since we're about to take it all off again,” she said, smirking excitedly. Blushing, Sam grinned and began to scratch the ruff of fluffy golden fur around his neck. 
	“Heh heh, yeah... Well, I do need something to put back on once we, uh, f-finish...” he said, stumbling slightly over his words as he contemplated the idea of the two of them climaxing together again. Grace looked up again and met his eyes.
	“You know, Sammy... you can get dressed after if you want, but, uh, if you wanted to just go around naked all day... I wouldn't mind.” As she spoke, her gaze travelled down the front of his body, stopping none-too-subtly over his crotch. 
	Oh my God.
Sam swallowed nervously.
	“I th-think I'll be good with clothes on but, uh, thanks f-for the offer...” Grace chuckled to herself and shrugged.
	“Suit yourself.” 

Since Grace was on the couch, Sam sat down in the chair this time. Picking up the remotes from the coffee table in front of him, the nervous male cleared his throat as his tail began to twitch anxiously. 
	“So, uh, what kind of – uh, what did you want to see?” he asked, but as he pointed the TV remote at the silent device, Grace raised a hand to stop him. 
	“I was thinking that pay-per-view would get pretty expensive if we were gonna start doing this from now on,” she said, “How about this time, we just look at some dirty videos online?” Sam resisted the urge to make a rather undignified high-pitched noise of excitement at the idea that this particular activity would just become a thing 'from now on', but before he could gather his thoughts enough to answer, Grace glanced up at him.
	“Well? Whatcha waiting for?” she asked, reaching over and patting the cushion on her right, about where Sam had been sitting the previous night, “Come on over, you won't be able to see the screen over there.” Blinking, Sam found himself blushing yet again. 
	“Oh! Uh, I didn't realize – I thought you were gonna, like, plug the laptop into the TV, or something?” 
	“Naaah, just come over here,” she said, setting the laptop down on the coffee table and beginning to unbutton her shirt, “It'll be fine, we'll just use the same rules as last time, okay? Just take your time, enjoy yourself... and no peeking.” 

Swallowing again, his mouth suddenly aridly dry, Sam reluctantly looked away from his sister as she began to undress. Getting up from the chair, he circled around the coffee table so he could sit down on Grace's right, where she'd indicated. Deep down, he admitted to himself that this had something to do with the fact that he used his right hand to masturbate, so if he sat so that Grace was on his left, she would have a better view of his cock. Before he sat down, he began to undress as well, peeling his shirt off and unfastening his belt. 
	“So, uh, what kind of videos do you like to look at?” he asked, making an effort to sound less interested in the answer than he really was. “Are we talking, like, vanilla missionary stuff, or, uhh...” 
	“How about the webcam video from last night?” she replied, cheerily, “I hear we had almost 80K viewers at one point...” 

Sam's heart skipped a beat, but before he could compose himself enough to say something, Grace giggled.
	“I'm kidding! I'm kidding!” she said, hurriedly, “Oh my God, Sammy, the look on your face!” For what felt like the eight thousandth that week, Sam's cheeks began to burn because of his big sister, but this time it wasn't as much fun...
	“Oh, laugh it up,” he muttered, crossing his arms as Grace continued to giggle.
	“Aww, I'm sorry, little brother,” she said, just a hint of teasing in her voice, “I'll tell you what, I'm gonna finish getting undressed, and we'll see if you're still upset, 'kay?” The disgruntled male sighed, pouting. 
	“I hate how well that's going to work,” he muttered, much to his sibling's delight. True to her word, Grace went back to undressing, unbuttoning her shirt slowly, one button at a time. Despite himself, despite wanting to sulk after her little 'joke', Sam couldn't help himself from peeking at her as more and more of her fur came into view. By the time Grace shrugged her shirt off of her firm yet slender shoulders, she had Sam's full, rapt attention, the younger capuchin only looking away when she turned to look directly at him. Even so, he couldn't help but feel like she was only pretending not to notice him...

Sure enough, about the time Grace's skinny jeans slid down her hips – almost taking her lavender-coloured panties with them – Sam reluctantly forgave his sister and started to undress again, dropping his own shorts to the ground and stepping out of them, hesitating as he found himself clad only in his boxers. Glancing over at her, he saw her smiling silently at him.
	“If I so much as hear one 'I told you so', I'm walking,” he grumbled, “Stupid sexy sister...” A tiny smile appeared on his lips as she giggled at that last comment, a smile which widened just slightly as Grace unfastened her bra and slipped it off, stretching her arms up as her breasts fell free.
	“Ahhh, that's better,” the gorgeous femme sighed, lowering her arms and giving her teats a single gentle squeeze, “You know, clothes didn't used to feel so... confining before the lockdown.” When she suddenly met his gaze, it was the lack of surprise more than anything which embarrassed Sam. He'd thought he'd been so subtle about his attraction, but she had him dead to rights, as if she'd been provided with a cheat sheet of things to say and do that her brother found maddeningly attractive. 

Even though the truth was, somehow, out in the open between them, Sam still found himself hesitating when he was down to his boxers. Somehow it felt different, anxiety-inducing, that he would be sitting right next to her. For one thing, it would make it considerably more obvious when he was looking at her. Glancing Grace's way now, Sam was just in time to watch her tug those purple panties down her thighs. Catching him watching, Grace looked up, a curious, almost innocent expression on her face. 
	“What?” Swallowing, Sam averted his eyes.
	“Uh, I just... I like your panties,” he blurted out, “They look good on you...” Standing up straight, Grace grinned delightedly, holding up one hand and letting the garment dangle from a single finger. 
	“Oh, you like these?” she asked, “Thanks, little brother.” With that, she sat down on the couch, once again naked as the proverbial jaybird. A part of Sam's mind was briefly distracted  by wondering what, exactly, jays had done to pick up an association with exhibitionism, but those thoughts were quickly pushed aside as the confident female spoke up again. 
	“You joining me, Sammy?” 
	“Just a sec!” he replied, quickly yanking his boxers down. It was only as he sat down next to Grace that he realized he was so nervous he was still soft. 

Pulling the coffee table closer to the couch, Grace glanced to her side, noting her brother's flaccid penis. 
	“Nervous, baby?” she asked, playfully, “Or does your big sister not do it for you anymore?” Sam took a deep breath, trying not to let her play him like a fiddle again.
	“I want you to look at yourself, Grace,” he said, calmly, “and then tell me which of those options seems more likely to you.” The playful female laughed delightedly.
	“You flatterer!” she said, “I like that.” Smiling thinly, Sam nodded towards the laptop.
	“S-so, uh, what did you have in mind?” he asked. It would be just his luck for this to build up so much and then leave him feeling soft and awkward as Grace revealed a previously-hidden passion for feet, or for stuffed animals, or any other of a hundred things that did not get Sam's motor running. 
	“Here's something nice and simple,” she murmured, “Let's start here.” 

Looking down at the screen, Sam found himself on a porn video site he was more familiar with than he'd care to admit to his sister. As she'd said, this one was fairly simple: a muscular golden retriever holding a slender calico cat in his arms as they lay on a towel on an empty beach, kissing deeply and passionately. He was already rock-hard, his impressive, Inherited erection pressing firmly against his lover's thigh. 
	“Damn...” Sam said, “they both look so... into it.” 
	“Mmmm, yeah, they're probably together IRL,” Grace said, dreamily, “the amateur stuff can be sooooo much hotter than the professional stuff...” She made a face. “Nothing sexier than a guy who can barely keep it up because he's thinking about how much he wants to get paid, not how much he wants to fuck this girl, am I right?” 
	“You know,” Sam replied, “with all due respect, I think you'll find that there's nothing more arousing to a man than a girl moaning endlessly like she doesn't know what a real orgasm is supposed to sound like.” The two of them snickered together, and Sam found himself feeling a lot more relaxed. The on-screen couple were really getting into it, with the retriever groping and fondling the cat's breasts, even as one of her hands slipped down to take hold of his hard prick. From this angle, it was hard to see their faces, but the groan the dog let out seemed very genuine... as did the droplet of pre-come that drooled out of his cock and onto his lover's wrist. 
	“I've never been with a guy with a knot,” mused Grace, as her hands slowly moved towards more intimate regions of her body, “I can't decide if it would be really hot or really uncomfortable.” 
	“I heard dogs will only tie with their mates,” Sam said, noting that things felt a little surreal again. 
	“That so? Shame...” the elder capuchin murmured, as the calico began to squeeze and knead her lover's sensitive knot. 

It was around the time that the feline on the screen used a hand to eagerly guide the dog's dick into her body that Sam finally felt his cock start to lift away from his thighs, growing fatter and harder as it twitched and pulsed in the empty air. 
	“Mmmm, that's it, little brother, just relax and enjoy,” Grace whispered with a grin. Finding her glancing directly at his manhood, Sam swallowed self-consciously. 
	“H-hey...” he said, without much strength behind it. 
	“You haven't started yet, I'm still allowed to peek,” she said, confidently. The simple fact that she was justifying looking at her brother's penis sent an indecent shiver down Sam's spine, all the way to the tip of his tail. 

As the couple on-screen began to rock and grind against each other, the camera perfectly positioned itself for a lewd angle of the dog's prick sliding in and out of the calico's eager pussy, the two of them beginning to pant and whimper with pleasure. 
	“Oh God, yes, fuck me, fuck me you stud!” yowled the cat as she trembled with pleasure, her body visibly trembling as the retriever made her his. Sam was actually really starting to get turned on, but he still resisted the urge to touch himself, conflicted as his feelings had been for the last few days. At least until he glanced over at his sister and realized that Grace was already happily masturbating, one hand pinching and teasing her nipples, the other buried between her thighs. From this angle, sitting directly next to her, Sam couldn't actually see her pussy, but the movements of her hand weren't terribly subtle, and he couldn't help but remember the much clearer angle he'd had the previous day.

As Grace worked her fingers in and out of herself, Sam found his hand taking hold of his dick, as if he couldn't stand to ignore his erection for even a second longer. He immediately sighed with pleasure and relief, feeling his cock throb again in his grip. He'd worked enough tension out of his system the previous day that he wasn't already leaking pre, but he suspected it was just a matter of time, as aroused as he was just to have his hand on his tool in such close proximity to his sister. He could smell her, for God's sake, picking up her natural scent on every breath, and primates were hardly one of the species renowned for their sensitive noses. 
	“Mmmmff... That looks so good... I haven't been that full in s-so long...” Grace murmured, almost to herself, her words inflaming her brother's desire for her; it took everything he had not to offer to help her with that 'fullness' problem...

Sadly, soon enough the retriever growled lustily and pulled out of his lover, jerking himself off vigorously as he crossed the finish line and ejaculated messily all over the calico's soft rump. Before the video ended, the amateurs began to kiss tiredly but enthusiastically. 
	“There, you see that? Those two definitely aren't in it for a paycheque,” Grace said, “This is good, what else we got?” Scrolling down into a large field of extremely lewd thumbnails, the she-monkey looked through a number of titles so explicit they almost embarrassed Sam. 
	“Let's try this one,” Grace breathed, clicking on one that Sam hadn't even read yet. They immediately found themselves watching a rather busty human girl casually working a dildo in and out of herself as she carried on a conversation in German with the man holding the camera, who revealed himself as a feline of some kind when he dipped the camera down to briefly focus on his naked, erect cock. 
	“Come onnnn, I'm not into girls,” Grace grumbled, as the view panned back up to the human pleasuring herself, “get over there and fuck her already!” 

As if he'd been listening, the feline carefully set the camera down and then approached the human girl, whose gaze never faltered from admiring his dick. Grace shivered hard enough that Sam felt it through the couch, which he found a real turn-on. 
	“Yeah, that's it...” she whispered, as she spread her legs slightly more; Sam realized he could distantly hear his sister's fingers moving within her, as she'd grown quite wet by now.
	“You like that, Sammy?” Grace murmured, “You ever b-been with a human girl, hmm? You ever been hunted by a tail-chaser?” It was a not-entirely-flattering term for humans who went to bars or nightclubs specifically in the hope of getting a one-night-stand with morphics. 
	“I – I don't know if they were, uh, hunting me,” Sam stammered, a bit flustered by having Grace so casually asking about his sex life in the middle of an already unusual situation, “But I've been with a c-couple humans...” 
	“Hnnngh...” the eager female groaned, shivering again, “Oh, fuck...” Grace's breathing had grown faster, shallower, and listening to his sister so obviously aroused was making Sam crazy with desire for her...

Glancing over at her, Sam promptly forgot what he was going to say; the purple-haired capuchin had her head turned slightly to the side, juuuuust enough for her to take a glance at Sam's prick. She looked away again, and Sam swallowed a whimper.
	God, it's happening again! She's looking at my dick!
Brother and sister continued working themselves as the video went on, and after a few minutes of making no sound more coherent than panting or moaning, Grace spoke up again.
	“Can I admit s-something?” she said, softly, “I know I t-try to come across as this awesome, sexy p-party girl... but, um... this, right here, is probably the craziest thing I've ever done.” 
	“You m-mean...” Sam started, but Grace interrupted.
	“I mean jacking off with my little brother, yeah.” It sounded so lewd when she said it like that, when she called him 'little brother'! He was starting to think she was doing it on purpose. 
	“I thought you'd been with three guys at once...” Sam said, “One of your friends was s-sort of bragging about it.” 
	“That's just a rumour,” Grace admitted, as she took another peek at her sibling's hard dick, “and I thought it made me sound, um, hardcore, so I never c-corrected it.” Looking away from the screen completely, Grace met Sam's eyes, and he was so struck by the conflicting emotions he suddenly recognized there that for a moment, he forgot to stroke his cock. 
	“To be honest, Sammy,” Grace said, “I was worried I was getting a reputation as a slut... You don't think I'm a slut, do you, little brother?” He felt his prick throb in his hand as a droplet of pre ran down his fingers. 
	“N-never!” Sam immediately replied, not being an idiot. Grace chuckled.
	“Good answer.”

On the screen, the feline had picked up the human in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist as he bounced her up and down atop his prick, and as he approached release, he moved closer to the camera, to give it the perfect close-up of his cock, glistening with feminine arousal, as it was driven into his lover's body again and again. Sam briefly became distracted from how goddamn hot his sister was as – accompanied by breathy cries in a language he didn't understand – the cat buried himself deep inside the humaness (was that a word? Sam wasn't quite sure) and groaned, the base of his manhood visibly flexing as he spilled his seed into the woman's eager pussy. 
	“Oh fuck...” Sam moaned, viscerally jealous of the German stranger, “That's so fucking hot...” 
	“Hmm? Oh!” Grace said, as if she hadn't noticed that the clip was ending, which of course lead Sam to assume she'd been checking him out again. 
	“Okay, let me see, what else do I – whoops!” Grace stopped with her hand halfway to the keys. As she brought them to her face, Sam realized all the fingers on her right hand were glistening.
	“Don't want to make the keyboard all sticky...” she murmured playfully, as she began to lick her own juices off her fingers... while winking at her brother. 

Sam managed not to moan, but he couldn't keep from imagining himself boldly grabbing Grace by the wrist and licking her fingers clean himself, sampling the taste of his sister's pussy as he maintained eye contact with her.
	“What else do we have here...?” Grace mused, clicking over to another tab. This one proved to be a different website entirely. “Whoops.” Before she clicked away, Sam realized there was a headshot of the bald male human from the professional porno they'd watched the previous night. 
	“Wait, is that that porn star from yesterday?” he asked. Grace giggled.
	“I was bored, so I looked up the names,” she said, clicking back, “This here is Tony Rod, which is an amazing name, by the way, and it turns out he swings both ways! Hot.” She opened some kind of promotional shot that featured the muscular man posing in nothing but a speedo that strained to keep him contained. 
	“You know, Sammy, he kind of looks like a reverse-you,” the elder monkey said, grinning. “Look, the only hair on his body is on his face!” Reaching up and rubbing his silky-smooth chin, Sam laughed. 
	“Oh, sure, the really beefy guy with an enormous cock is the reverse of me,” he said, “I see how it is...” 

Grace laughed, her tail slapping against the couch like it had found that funny too. 
	“Don't be like that,” she said, “you know you look good.” Her brother couldn't help but smile. 
	“Here, let's watch this,” the female said, clicking on something and setting the video player to full-screen before Sam even saw the title. It started off with a pair of tigers, a shirtless male and a female in her bra and panties. She was sitting in his lap, and he was eagerly kissing her, one hand resting on her fuzzy stomach. 
	“Damn, she's hot...” Sam found himself saying out loud as he took in the shapely feline. Realizing that she had a very similar build to the woman on his left, he glanced over at Grace, and found her, once again, staring at his cock instead of the screen. He swallowed, unable to take the uncertainty anymore. 
	“Grace, we – we said we wouldn't look...” he said softly, hoping this didn't backfire. 
	“So we did,” Grace whispered, as her gaze moved from his erection up to his eyes... and then back down to his erection. Feeling it pulse in his hand, but not as hard as his heart was pounding in his chest, the nervous male scratched at the back of his neck. 
	“You're s-still looking...” he observed, sounding neither pleased nor dismayed by this. Grace met his eyes again and smiled.
	“So I am.” 

This particular look between them felt different from any they'd shared before, but Sam could not explain why. 
	“G-Grace...” he breathed, only to trail off, having no idea what to say under the circumstances. She was now openly leering at him, drinking in every detail of her brother's hard cock, and Sam felt like his normal life was further away than ever. Experimenting, Sam let go of himself, exposing his entire length to her view, and Grace bit her lip and shivered. 
	“...Okay, real talk?” she said, “I... when I suggested we t-try this in the first place, I did it because I wanted to t-tease you. I knew you were attracted to me, and I th-thought I could show off a little, touch mys-self in front of you, and enjoy how horny for me you were...” Sam said nothing, as his mind was swimming in arousal from those words. 
	“...But then, when I actually s-saw you touching yourself, when I watched you jerking off to – to me of all people... God, it made me so much hotter than I expected. I just wanted to tease you, you know, reassure myself that I was still sexy... but when you c-came, when I watched you coming all over yourself because of me... I came too.” Sam shuddered hard, and Grace chuckled, averting her gaze from her brother entirely. 
	“I couldn't stop thinking about you after that, Sammy... Last night, I dreamed I was s-spying on you jackin' it in the shower...”
	“Oh my God...” Sam whimpered, before biting his lip. He was going to die. She was going to get him so worked up, so insanely horny, that he was just going to die. He was sure of it. 

At that moment, the couple on the video on-screen finally broke off their kissing, as the tigress removed her bra and her lover hesitantly reached up for her.
	“C-can I...?” he asked, softly. 
	“Of course you can, little brother,” cooed the tigress, as she guided his hands to her breasts, “Touch as much as you like...” Inhaling sharply, Sam realized for the first time exactly how similar the two tigers looked. Could they really be...?
	“Oh wow, sis,” the tiger whispered, his ears lowering submissively as he groped and rubbed her breasts. Acting as if there wasn't an incest scenario unfolding on the laptop, Grace continued from earlier.
	“Congratulations, Sammy, I went from wanting to tease you to just wanting you,” she confessed, “I... Please, can I... can I touch you?” 

She raised her hand, but hesitated before she actually touched her brother's rod, watching his face with uncertainty in her eyes. 
	“A-are you serious right now?” Sam asked, deeply overwhelmed. 
	“Please, little brother, I'm crazy about you,” Grace said, “I thought watching you and t-touching myself would be enough, but I've got to get my hands on you!” She gave him a plaintive, needy look, as a rather lightheaded Sam could barely gather a response. 
	“Holy shit... ok-kay, you can, uh, you can t-touch me...” he managed to stammer. Grinning excitedly, Grace looked back down at her brother's stiff cock, reaching out with a slightly trembling hand and, after just a moment of hesitation, gently curling her fingers around Sam's shaft and giving it a squeeze. It was the simplest of touches, but Sam couldn't help but moan; after struggling with forbidden fantasies for so long, after trying to push his attraction to her out of his head, Grace was touching his penis. As she began to rub up and down his length, Sam shuddered hard, leaking some pre-come, which she rubbed into his skin. 
	“F-fuck, your hand is s-so soft...” he groaned. 
	“You need to moisturize...” Grace whispered, as she continued stroking his meat. “Holy shit, this is so hot...”  

Sam glanced at the screen long enough to determine that the two tigers were now nude and feeling up each other's treasures, but he was far more interested in the taboo act he was actually taking part in. 
	“You see what you've done?” Grace murmured as she stroked his rigid length, “You've t-turned me into a weirdo who thinks incest is sexy... so sexy... like my little brother...” Sam squirmed on the spot as Grace turned to face him directly, reaching out with her free hand and rubbing it along his fuzzy chest, dragging her fingers through the fluffier golden fur at the top of his torso. For a moment, Grace focused her stroking on the sensitive flesh just beneath the crown of her brother's penis, and Sam couldn't help but moan again.
	“Oh, Jesus Christ...” the trembling male sighed. His sister chuckled.
	“You'd better hope He's not seeing this,” teased Grace, “I'm pretty sure this is against the rules, sweetie...” Sam swallowed a whimper, but his arousal was as plain on his face as his stubby little nose, and Grace giggled as she glanced up at him.

Grace continued running her hand up and down her brother's aching cock in slow, even strokes that were driving him crazy. On the one hand, he'd never wanted to come so bad in his life, not even during the three weeks of denial he'd just endured. On the other hand, he would just drop dead of embarrassment if he came too soon in his big sister's hand, so he was taking deep, even breaths and focusing on restraint. For her part, Grace was hunched over, staring at Sam's prick with desire and fascination glimmering in her eyes.
	“God,  this is making me so wet...” she murmured, earning her another throb and some more pre, “I can't believe I'm getting s-so turned on playing with my... with my own brother.” She shivered again and inhaled sharply, her nostrils flaring as her curvy body trembled with pleasure. When she opened her eyes again, she leaned down a little, sniffing at the air curiously. 
	“Oh, wow, you really do want me,” Grace breathed, “You c-can't fake that.” 
	“Wh-what?” Sam asked, confused. As if she hadn't heard him, she just took a long, deep breath through her nose, then shuddered again.
	“You... you s-smell really good, Sammy...” she observed. “It's been t-too fuckin' long since I've smelled a m-man who wanted me...” She groaned, her eyes darting between her brother's eyes and his cock. To Sam's surprise, Grace licked her lips as she gazed at his manhood.
	“Oh fuck...” she muttered, “I – I need to know...” 

Grace paused for a heartbeat, then looked up and met her brother's eyes.
	“Hey, uh, I've got a crazy idea...” she said, grinning excitedly. Swallowing, Sam narrowed his eyes slightly. 
	“You mean normal crazy or now crazy?” he asked, “because I don't know if you noticed, but this is already kinda nuts.” She laughed delightedly. 
	“I'm serious,” he said, despite starting to smile, “I mean, forget this, if I came home from work three months ago and you were hanging out in your panties, I'd have thought you'd gone completely 'round the bend!”
	“I suppose you're right. Well, we could stop...” Grace said, nodding slightly, “Or we could just keep going!” 
	“What do you mean?” Her plump, full, lips parted as if she were about to answer, but then she fell silent and instead grinned playfully. 
	“You know what, little brother, let me show you...”

Before he could say anything, Grace slipped off the couch and onto the carpet, making herself comfortable kneeling between Sam's hand-feet. She reached forward, took hold of his tool once more – and then bent forward to lick her brother's cock, running her tongue from his tip all the way down to where his base met his scrotum. 
	“Oh – oh my God!” Sam cried, as a giggling Grace continued to bathe his manhood with long, slow laps of her eager tongue, “Ohhhhh, fuck, it's official, my s-sister is c-certifiable!” He put both his hands on the sides of his own head, unsure what he was meant to do with them. 
	“Ahhnng, shit, is it a crime to let a c-crazy person give you head?” he wondered aloud, but aside from laughing softly, her tail flicking about in delight, Grace just continued her ministrations, licking and kissing at her brother's dick and balls. Her unbashful eagerness was really revving Sam's engine, as were the lewd slurps her tongue made as she coated his sensitive flesh in warm saliva. As he watched, his prick pulsed against her lips with her latest kiss, and as a clear, glimmering droplet of pre emerged from his tip, Grace met her sibling's gaze, winked, and licked it off with a single flick of her tongue. 

As her hand moved down to fondle and toy with his balls, a deeply conflicted Sam whimpered in both pleasure and anxiety. 
	“This is not normal... this is not n-normal!” he groaned, “I m-mean, it was bad enough when you were using your h-hand, but...” 
	“Aww, come on, Sammy, relax,” she churred, “I mean, what has 'normal' ever given you? A system that doesn't work, a job you don't even like, and the Assassin's Creed movie!” Sam blinked, baffled, but before he could ask about that last one, she continued, “They're saying normal is over thanks to Covid, that working from home and ordering everything from a distance could be 'normal' from now on.” Running her hand up to his crown and teasing his sensitive skin, Grace gave him a surprisingly heartfelt smile. 
	“So as long as they're redefining normal, why don't we do it ourselves?” she asked, cocking one eyebrow playfully. The younger capuchin swallowed, shivering. He'd wanted this for so long, but he knew he wasn't supposed to want it, and he couldn't help but feel guilty. 
	“I – I don't know, Gracie,” Sam muttered, rubbing at the back of his neck, “I mean, Jesus, this is incest, are we even allowed to c-call that normal?” 

She reached up and placed a single finger on his lips.
	“You are way too worried right now, little b- Sammy.” The nervous male quietly appreciated that correction, as a little burst of conflicted emotions would surge up in him every time she called him that. “I say, this is our place, so we get to make the rules, and if we say it's okay for a brother and sister to share themselves with each other like this –” Here she gestured at his penis, as if he could possibly miss her meaning. “– then that should be fine. If you're really uncomfortable, I'll stop, all you have to do is ask...” She paused rather pointedly, and Sam understood that that sentence was really a question. “...But I think that deep down, you're just as into this as I am, if not more, and you wanna see where this is going.” Closing his eyes, Sam began rubbing the heel of one hand against his eye and he groaned.
	“Oh God, you're – you're right,” he admitted, “I do, I really wanna keep going... but isn't that bad? Doesn't that make me a bad person?” Grinning, Grace reached up again and booped his nose this time.
	“No. It just means you have excellent taste,” she quipped, which made the faintest ghost of a smile appear on her brother's lips. “It means that you recognize that you want me, I want you, and we both want the same thing. So just sit back and relaaaaaax, Sammy... and let your big sister take care of you.” 

With that, having given Sam ample opportunity to protest or end this, Grace leaned in and took the end of his manhood into her mouth, groaning in satisfaction around his turgid, needy prick as Sam gasped in pleasure. 
	“Oh – oh fuck, this is amazing...” whimpered the trembling male, who realized that his arousal had dropped down a notch or two while he was second-guessing this amazing experience. No matter, Grace's soft lips and eager tongue were rapidly bringing him back up. She sank down his shaft, taking him into her mouth inch by inch until her lips were nuzzling against his pelvis. Monkeys didn't have much of a muzzle to work with, certainly compared to, say, a canine or a feline, but Grace managed to go deep and take her brother's entire length into her mouth at once. Though impressed, Sam was actually wondering exactly how many guys she had gone down on to be able to do that, at least until she pulled back with a triumphant, excited grin on her face.
	“Oh my God, I took the whole thing, that was so hot!” she cried delightedly, returning to his tool before he could reply. As she began to bob up and down along his shaft, Sam groaned and finally surrendered to the aching need they both shared, submissively relaxing his muscles as he reached out and passively placed his hands on the back of her head, just holding on as she licked and suckled along his sensitive cock. 

Grace glanced up and made a noise of approval when he touched her, her eyes glinting playfully, as if she were pleased he was finally relaxing. Other than that, she was pretty focused on the task at hand, so to speak, and she just kept up her tender oral ministrations as Sam trembled and whimpered in pleasure. One hand just rested on his thigh, gently rubbing and kneading at the flesh there, while the other was groping and playing with his testicles, which still felt damp from her tongue-play earlier. 
	“God, Gracie, this – this is even b-better than it was in the dreams,” he groaned, “Fuck me s-sideways, this is amazing...” At that moment, she gave his sac a noticeable squeeze, as if underlining his last statement: You're goddamned right it is. Lifting his feet from the floor, Sam slowly moved his legs to loosely embrace his sister, pressing his hand-feet against her back before beginning to rub up and down her back, scritching his finger-toe-tips through her dense black fur and earning himself a satisfied churr for his troubles. 

At some point, Sam was amused to glance over and see that the video had ended, which had closed out the fullscreen player and revealed the title: 'Dripping Wet Step Sister (Roleplay)'. Despite the much more exciting event going on closer at hand, the trembling male frowned, confusion furrowing his brow. 
	“If you're g-gonna do a sexy roleplay, why p-pretend she's your step-sister?” he wondered aloud. Grace pulled back off his dick, smoothly continuing the rhythm with a hand stroking up and down his shaft as she glanced up and met his eyes.
	“A lot of video sites have a rule against incest, even if it's just pretend, so everything gets labelled 'step-whatever' even when it's, like, twins or something.” When Sam grinned at this, she averted her gaze, actually seeming embarrassed for once.
	“I may have been... doing research...” she muttered. “Anyway, the point is that those two might actually be related, they're just hiding it...” Clearing her throat, she regained her grin. 
	“More importantly, damn you taste good, little brother,” she said, “I just knew you would.” Kissing his cock, Grace sighed contentedly.
	“Mmmm, some guys are gross, but I could suck your dick all night, Sammy,” she mused, “I've never enjoyed going down on a guy this much before... It helps that knowing you're my brother makes it really hot.” 
	“You're telling me!” Sam groaned, finally managing to speak through the powerful fog of arousal. He swallowed, unable to take his eyes off the spectacle of his gorgeous big sister giving his balls a good seeing-to with her mouth. He was beginning to suspect that Grace had an oral fixation. 
	“You're so f-fucking good at it, big s-sister,” he panted, “It's like you're a BJ artist... h-how many guys have you been with, anyway?” 

The moment the words were uttered, Sam gasped and clapped a hand over his lips, as if he could shove the statement back into his mouth and take the whole thing back. Cringing, half-expecting Grace to give his delicate balls a bite for asking such a rude question, Sam whimpered and held up his hands defensively.
	“S-sorry!” he stammered, “I – I – I...” As he struggled for words, though, Grace slowly, calmly, released his testicles from her mouth and moved back up, meeting his gaze with a smirk. 
	“That's bold of you, sweetie,” she mused, “Asking a girl that to her face. And you haven't even bought me dinner yet!” She chuckled even as Sam whimpered nervously. He wasn't even sure he wanted the answer...
	“Well, I could answer that question,” Grace continued, putting one finger to her chin thoughtfully, “but I'm afraid Mom taught me not to talk with my mouth full.” He frowned, confused by her mellow reaction, and opened his mouth to say 'what', but what actually came out was a gasp of pleasure, followed by a long, low moan as Grace immediately took his prick back into her mouth. 

Arching his back off the couch, Sam cried out, a single, prolonged profanity, followed by his sister's name, moaned with enthusiasm as he shuddered from head to toe at the glorious sensations his sibling was bringing him. Relaxing against the couch, the whimpering male raised his hands again and returned them to the back of his sister's head, safely nestled into her soft, purple hair, where they belonged. Those last three words confused him slightly when  he caught up with his train of thought, but he couldn't muster much concentration to ponder them, not when he was getting the best head of his life. 

Sam closed his eyes, losing himself in the pleasure and letting his perception of time slip away from him. He could have been sat there, Grace gently suckling on his erection and groping his balls, for another two minutes, or it could have been all day, but eventually, he groaned and forced his thoughts into something close enough to 'order' to speak, feeling a gentlemanly impulse to warn his sister of the approaching danger. 
	“Ohhhh, fuck... G-Gracie... I – I'm getting c-close, s-so fucking close..." he panted, "Hnnngh, d-don't stop, sis, I'm g-gonna come...” She took her free hand off his thigh and gently patted him on the back of one hand – which made him realize he was inadvertently holding her in place on his prick. Sheepishly, he let go with both hands, and she chuckled as she slid off of him, once again immediately replacing her mouth with her hand. This time, though, she started stroking him much faster and harder than she'd been suckling, clearly eager to make her sibling climax. 
	“Ohh, I can tell, Sammy,” she teased, “You're so tense, so twitchy, and you won't stop pre-ing for me...” As if obediently responding to her words, his tool gave a warning throb in her hand, and she caught the droplet with her free hand and licked it off her fingertip. 
	“Mmm, you taste so good...” she churred, “I can't wait to make you come, little brother, it's going to be so hot...” She moved her free hand down to his balls and began to knead and squeeze them once more.
	“I know you've wanted this for months now, Sammy,” Grace cooed, her eyes locked on his, rendering him helpless to look away, “So just stop fighting it, stop holding back, and come, come as hard as you can, show me exactly how good I've made you feel, baby... and call me 'big sister' when you do it so I know I'm the only girl on your mind.”

Grace's lewd whispering as he desperately struggled to resist the need for release was one of the most erotic things the trembling male had ever experienced. Barely seven seconds after she'd breathed those incendiary words to him, Sam felt himself tumbling over the edge, his muscles tightening up as his hands grabbed handfuls of the couch cushions in white-knuckled fists. 
	“Ohhhh, fuck!” he cried, as he felt all control finally slipping  away in the face of a powerful orgasm, “Oh, b-big sister!” His back arched away from the couch again as he cried out in wordless pleasure, overwhelmed by the veritable explosion of pleasure he felt as his prick began to throb and spasm in his sister's soft hand. With the first spurt of hot, creamy jism, Grace actually gasped the word Yes and surprised her brother: the shapely capuchin moved forward – directly into the line of fire – tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth wide, her tongue lolling out. His cock continued to flex in Grace's hand, spilling fresh semen onto his sister's face, painting her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, and even one of her eyes with his seed... but a lot of it also ended up falling into her mouth or splattering against her eager tongue. The first time his come fell against her tongue, Grace shuddered and moaned aloud, utterly unashamed. Sam's eyes bulged out at the positively pornographic sight before him, etching every detail of this taboo moment into memory so that he could recall it on cold nights yet to come. 

Just as when they'd shared that first moment the previous day, Sam felt like his orgasm just went on and on and on, until he feared his balls were going to be milked dry. Eventually, though, the pleasure tapered off, and the last few spurts of his jism just oozed out of the tip of his prick... dripping down to splatter lewdly against his sister's soft breasts. After Sam finally finished coming, Grace continued to stroke him for a few seconds before her clean eye opened and she confirmed she'd finished him off. Then, letting go of his already deflating cock, the delighted female drew her tongue back into her mouth, clearly took a moment to enjoy the sensation of her brother's semen in her mouth, and then loudly swallowed, sighing in contentment afterwards.
	“I've always wanted to do that,” she giggled afterwards, “It felt exactly as pervy as I thought it would.” Sam said nothing, partially because he was panting hard, and partially because his mind was still blown by the very idea that he'd just given his sister (the same sister he'd been lusting after for so long!) a wet, creamy facial.

As he watched, his mind still reeling, Grace raised one hand to her face and scooped the jism off of her eye, then – after checking to see if he was looking – licking her finger clean.
	“Mmmm, your come tastes just as good as I hoped,” she teased, “I loved how kinky that made me feel, but next time, I'm definitely making you shoot in my mouth.” As she continued to clean herself up in this playful manner, Sam blinked.
	“N-next time?” he managed to ask. Grace laughed in carefree delight. 
	“Of course next time!” she chuckled, “Oh, my sweet little brother, you didn't think this was gonna be a one-off, did you?” Swallowing, Sam averted his gaze at last, but only succeeded in looking at Grace's breasts instead of her face.
	“...Does that mean you'll let me t-touch you too?” he asked, softly. 

The elder monkey froze in place, regarding him in a level of surprise that was only slightly diminished by the semen remaining on her face. 
	“Let you – I'm sorry, Sammy, I – I thought it was implied!” she said, frowning, “It would be so rude if I was allowed to have my wicked way with you, but you weren't allowed to return the favour. Of course you can touch me!” She reached out and took his hands and guided them to her sides as she moved closer to him. 
	“There, that's a good place to start,” she said, reaching up to her face while he was distracted looking down at her body. “Now come here, sweetie, you've been so good for me.” Even as sated as he was, Sam shuddered with excitement as Grace leaned in to kiss him – and he gasped into her mouth as he realized she'd licked her fingers clean of the last of the seed from her face before she did. 

Sam groaned with pleasure at how wonderfully taboo it felt to be French-kissing his sister with his own come on her tongue. He'd never been snowballed before, and had assumed he wouldn't like it, but he was starting to suspect there was nothing Grace could do that he wouldn't find deeply enjoyable. Maybe she was onto something. Maybe normal was overrated.

As Sam grew more and more comfortable kissing his sister, he realized he hadn't moved his hands an inch from where Grace had left them, on her sides. Sighing into the lip-lock, Sam let his hands slide up onto the gentle curve of Grace's back, scratching his fingertips through her fur and feeling her shiver against him. Breaking off the kiss, they regarded each other silently for a few seconds. As pervy as everything they'd done had been, somehow, now it felt like they'd crossed a line, now that kissing had been involved. Grace seemed uncertain, and Sam realized that she was waiting to gauge his reaction. So he gave her a big, wide grin, leaned in, and dragged his tongue across her face, giving her a nice, wet lick. The beautiful female hadn't exactly been expecting that, and she gasped wordlessly and leaned back, raising her hand to her face. 
	“You missed a spot,” Sam explained cheekily, feeling his seed coating his tongue once again. Grace blushed, but a small smile appeared on her face, which encouraged Sam to keep going. 
	“Actually, you missed three spots...” he murmured, lowering his voice. Winking at her, he suddenly ducked down, bending forward and licking a dollop of come off of her right breast. 

Grace gasped Sam's name as he continued licking at her soft, perky teat. This was very forward behaviour for Sam, but he'd become emboldened by his sister urging him to reject 'normal' and follow his heart. Besides, he thought a little defensively, she snowballed me without asking first. He was pretty sure she didn't have a problem with it, though, given the way she was clutching at the back of his head possessively and whimpering with pleasure. His confidence growing, Sam gave his sister's nipple an experimental lick, feeling it wrinkle and harden against his tongue. Above him, Grace moaned softly, her embrace tightening for a moment. 
	“Oh Jesus...” she whispered, as if to herself, “My little brother is sucking my titties, this is so hot...” That wasn't technically true, but Sam was happy to oblige her. 

Running one hand up and down the small of Grace's back, Sam closed his lips around her nipple and began to suckle. The curvy femme whimpered his name and shuddered against him as she began to scratch him behind the ears. This was, sadly, nowhere near as pleasurable for Sam as it would be for, say, a dog or a cat, but it was still a nice way for her to show her appreciation. The eager male found himself shivering with excitement, too. He may have just blown his load – his cock was still 100% flaccid, and drooling leftover semen onto the inside of his thigh at the moment – but even though he wasn't sexually aroused, this was a deeply exhilarating experience, getting his hands and mouth on the woman he'd been reluctantly fantasizing about for the better part of a year now, and she was loving it! 

Switching to Grace's left boob, Sam once again avoided her nipple and swirled his tongue juuuust around the edge of her areola, making her shiver and squirm against him. He groaned softly as he licked up the last of his seed from her bust. It had cooled off enough to become lukewarm, which made it rather unpleasant in his mouth, but there was just something about the knowledge that he was licking his own semen off of his big sister's breast that the kinky monkey deeply enjoyed. As he began to suckle this nipple, not wanting it to feel neglected, Grace began to stroke the back of his head, toying her fingers through his hair. 
	“Y-yeah, just like that, Sammy, just like that...” she murmured, chittering quietly with pleasure. He moved one hand up to start playing with her other boob, gently squeezing the supple flesh and teasing his fingertips across the sensitive nipple. Sam had kept his other arm wrapped around her, but now he let it slide down her back, tracing her spine down until he found the base of her tail, which he wrapped his fingers around, giving it a curious little tug. This was not an especially erotic part of Grace's body, but he found he enjoyed holding her by the tail all the same. As he lightly squeezed one nipple between his teeth while pinching its twin between his fingertips, Grace gasped and shuddered against him, hard. 
	“God, I'm s-so wet...” the violet-haired beauty whimpered, rubbing her thighs together. 

That was practically a written invitation as far as Sam was concerned, and as he continued to lick and suckle at Grace's sensitive nipple, the hand that was fondling her other breast let go and began slowly sliding down her body, making an unmistakable beeline towards the joining of her legs. 
	“Yes, yes...” Grace whispered, her thighs parting a little more as her brother's hand crossed her belly button. But then, with his hand spread across the front of her pelvis, Sam just stopped, as if that was where he'd been aiming all along. After ten seconds of silence, Grace began to squirm, groaning impatiently. 
	“Ohhh, come on, little brother,” she pleaded, “This is not the time to second-guess yourself! Please, just touch me! Touch me!” He hadn't been doubting himself, as it happened, but hearing such blatantly needy words coming from his sister, Sam shivered and decided to tease her a little. 
	“But Gracie,” he said, lifting his mouth away from her breast (and not noticing the string of saliva that briefly linked his lips to her nipple), “I am touching you.” As if to underline this, he gave her abdomen a gentle pat with the hand that was so tantalizingly close to the promised land. Unimpressed by his juvenile logic, Grace groaned with frustration, rubbing her thighs together again. 
	“Oh God, don't tell me you're one of those guys who gets off on making girls spell it out for you,” she groaned, “Fine! My pussy, little brother, I want you to touch my pussy!”  

At the sound of his beautiful sister saying those words to him, especially with such obvious need in her voice, a powerful shudder ran through Sam's entire body, starting at the top of his head and ending in the tip of his tail and his finger-toes. Letting it wash over him, he let out a quiet sigh of pleasure.
	“Well, I guess I can die happy now,” he said, matter-of-factly, “But that wasn't my problem.” To Grace's obvious surprise, Sam pushed himself up to a sitting position and eased her down to the couch until she was lying on her back. Then, moving down the couch into the little free space left, Sam reached out and placed a hand on each of his sibling's knees. 
	“I'm gonna touch you, big sister, don't you worry,” he said, quietly, “But I want to see you, too!” Seeming uncharacteristically bashful, Grace smiled self-consciously and averted her eyes.
	“You saw me yesterday,” she murmured, “I know you peeked...” 
	“Well, yes, but I was pretending not to,” he replied, “This time, I get to look as long as I like, and I don't even have to feel guilty about it!” That said, he slowly pulled Grace's legs apart, opening the gates to the garden. 

The purple-haired monkey seemed almost shy as her brother took in the sight of her treasures once more, leering openly as her glistening vulva came into view, her lust-soaked lips already swollen with arousal. Thinking to himself that she'd probably been horny since before she gave in to her feelings and started touching him, Sam decided not to tease her too much. On the other hand, he was still her brother...
	“You know, for the record, I don't get off on making girls spell things out,” he said, as his hand slid along the inside of one shapely leg, swallowing with anticipation as he felt the fur become damp as he reached mid-thigh. “...Unfortunately for you, though, I am one of those guys who gets off on not letting girls get off. Have you ever heard of orgasm denial?”

The fact that the look on Grace's face could accurately be described with the word 'crestfallen' was deeply, deeply amusing to Sam.
	“What?!” she gasped, sitting up and reaching forward with one hand, as if instinctively protecting her pussy from someone who would tease it to oblivion and back. Sam couldn't help but laugh, and she blushed almost as fiercely as the Look she gave him.
	“Dammit, Sammy! That's not funny!” she grumbled, “I didn't threaten not to let you come!” Holding up the hand that wasn't inching closer to the goods in an appeasing gesture, Sam lowered his head respectfully.
	“You're right, you're right, I'm sorry,” he said, as sincerely as you like, “Let me make it up to you, Gracie...” 

Sam's fingers kept growing closer and closer to their target, his eyes trying their best to memorize every fold, every wrinkle, every single detail about his sister's beautiful slit. Grace stared down as his hand crept closer, but now she was frowning slightly, her jaw taut, as if she was waiting for him to tease her or delay things again. Seeing this, Sam winked at her. 
	“Relax, sis, you don't have to worry about me being 'one of those guys', I swear,” he said, reaching the spot where her leg met her pelvis, “I'm not into anything too weird... Mostly just good, old-fashioned incest.” As he spoke that incendiary word, his hand suddenly jumped the last little distance and pressed itself against Grace's mound. The poor, teased female cried out wordlessly, clearly caught off-guard, even as she instinctively pressed back, pushing her needy vulva against her little brother's hand. 
	“Holy shit...” Sam breathed, “You are wet... Do you normally get this wet, or are you just an incest pervert too?” He gave her mound a curious squeeze, and he felt the heated flesh spasm against his palm as Grace whimpered. He didn't think she entirely liked him calling attention to how horny she was. 
	“Aww, c'mon, you know what girls are like, don't you?” she asked, self-consciously, “I mean, you're not a virgin, are you, Sammy?” He made the mistake of meeting her eyes, and she sat up a little, a look of surprise on her face.
	“Wait, you're not, are you?” she asked, “I thought you and Amy back in high school...” As she trailed off, Sam forced himself to stare at his sister's femininity so that he wouldn't make eye contact as he responded. It wasn't the most difficult task he'd ever given himself. 
	“N-no, I've done it,” he quickly assured her, blushing as he continued, “but, uh, I've... actually only been with two different girls in my life, and it's, ah, b-been a few years...” Exactly how dry his sex life had become was something he was rather self-conscious about, and he wasn't entirely sure why it had felt so natural to bare his heart to Grace like this. To his surprise, instead of poking fun at him, his sister was supportive.
	“Don't be embarrassed, little brother,” she said, “You think I care how many notches are on your belt?” Moving his hand to the right, he brought its twin in and placed it on the other side of her slit, then reached out with both thumbs to gently spread her labia wide open, gazing admiringly at his sister's slick inner walls, which seemed to be just the most perfect shade of pink in the world in the younger monkey's eyes.

Daring to glance up at her face, Sam grinned self-consciously.
	“Really?” he asked, “I just thought you'd be more, um, condescending, given the way you and your friends are always going out and, you know... having wild times.” A heartbeat passed before he frowned. “Well, before 'going out' got cancelled by the entire world, anyway...” A strange look flickered over Grace's face that her brother sensed had nothing to do with the way he was touching her. 
	“No, I would never make fun of you for that...” Grace murmured softly, avoiding his gaze. Leaving it at that, since she was starting to seem uncomfortable, Sam stopped holding her open and began to stroke her labia with his fingertips. The eager femme made an appreciative noise and pushed at his hand again. 
	“You're so hot, too...” he murmured, “God, you must really need it.” Moving up, he began to lightly rub with one fingertip at the hood at the top of her slit. After only a few seconds, Grace sighed, and her clitoris peeked out from under the hood, already responding to his touch. He smiled excitedly at the way her entire body tensed up just for a moment as he brushed his thumb across her sensitive clit. 
	“Ohhhh...” Grace sighed, “I was s-so confident when I was touching you, you were like p-putty in my hands... why am I falling apart just because you're touching me back?” The playful male responded to this obviously rhetorical question by touching his fingertip exactly between her outer lips and starting to drag it up and down along her slit, keeping her labia just parted enough for her to feel it, just enough for a clear rivulet of juice to leak out of her before his very eyes, running down her heated body and tracing over the tight, wrinkled ring of her anus, leaving it glistening the same way as her pussy. 

Wondering if his sister was down with anal, but not yet feeling bold enough to ask her, Sam continued rubbing his finger along her slit, but moved his other hand up to tease and rub her love button while he did so, making Grace whimper with desire. 
	“Jesus, S-Sammy, you're making me fucking crazy...” she groaned. Figuring he had teased her quite enough (for now), Sam read between the lines and gave her what she wanted; as his eyes darted up from her heated mound to meet her gaze, he pushed his middle finger between his big sister's folds and into the wet, grasping warmth beyond. It was only one finger, and it was only halfway in, but Grace immediately whimpered, her inner walls clenching down on the invading digit like they were embracing an old friend. This was a glorious sensation, of course, but Sam's attention was focused on her face, on the emotions flickering through Grace's eyes as he wiggled his fingertip inside her.
	“Yessss,” the trembling female hissed, “Touch me, touch me...” 

Grinning excitedly, Sam began to work his finger in and out of her entrance, pushing as deep as he could and rubbing along the slick, velvety walls of his sister's vagina, exploring Grace's treasures and searching for spots that made her squirm. Adding a second finger, Sam also reached up with his free hand and began to tease and rub her clit and her outer lips, rubbing and massaging her labia when he wasn't toying with her love button and making her finger-toes twitch. 
	“Oh, fucking hell, Sammy...” Grace sighed, as she clenched down on his fingers once more, “That's more like it... if you'd tried t-teasing me for one more second, I would have thrown you on the c-couch and sat on your face until you'd given me a p-proper apology.” Despite the situation, Sam laughed. 
	“That sounds more like my big sister...” he observed, quietly enjoying the tiny thrill he still got every time he called her 'big sister' while they were being lewd together. Grace was still blushing fiercely, but she smirked at that. 

As he continued to finger his sister, Sam began to pick up the unmistakable scent of Grace's arousal. She was so wet, if he'd been a dog, he probably would have noticed before she even took hold of his prick, but he was less than a foot away from his sister's pussy, and this close, even a human with a cold probably would have noticed. 
	God, she smells good, he thought to himself, shivering as he breathed deep of her most secret scent. In the back of his mind, he knew that he was also breathing in pheromones designed to make him (well, capuchin males in general) crazy for her, but Grace had done a pretty good job of that already without bringing chemistry into the equation. Moving a little faster, deeply enjoying the way her inner walls tugged at his fingers each time they pulled back out of her, Sam glanced up at her face again. She was flushed with arousal, breathing a little harder, her eyes half-closed and slightly glazed as she watched him intently. 
	“Is this good, Gracie?” he asked, softly, “Do you like it when your little brother plays with you like this?” She let out a long, low whimper, shuddering visibly from head to toe and clenching down on him within her. 
	“I'll take that as a 'yes',” he said, grinning, “And I'm only using fingers! You're really getting off to this, aren't you?” 
	“You're one to talk...” she muttered, frowning. 
	“Hey, I don't mean it like a bad thing,” Sam said, moving his tail forward to boop her on the nose with it, “You being an incest pervert means we have something in common! Something we can... bond over.” The emphasis in his voice made it clear what his idea of bonding activities would be. The waggling eyebrows were just to make Grace smile. 

Carefully rising up to his knees, while leaving his fingers in place inside her, Sam slowly crawled up the couch. 
	“Yeah... I think that sounds like a great idea, personally...” he continued, his voice growing lower, more sensual, “A nice bonding experience between brother and sister, just you and me and no one else...” Letting his eyes roam her body for a moment, he used his thumb to flick her clit, making her gasp. 
	“In fact, I think I know just how to start...” he breathed. He seemed to be making a beeline for her face, and Grace even began to pucker up as he leaned in close – only to duck away at the last second, moving back down a little and planting a kiss on the side of her neck. Rather than lots of little kisses, he playfully suckled on just one spot on Grace's neck, and she sighed happily.
	“Aahh... If I were human, I'd worry about getting a hickie from my own brother,” she mused, “But good luck finding it in all my fluff.” 
	“Mmm, is that a challenge?” he whispered, his mouth still so close to her neck that she giggled at the feeling. This time, he sucked in hard, so that there was a satisfying pop as he pulled his lips away... and began to move back down her shapely body, trailing kisses as he went. 

As he reached her chest, Sam swerved in towards her breasts, and Grace giggled as the kisses circled around one areola before he planted a smooch directly on her nipple, then lingered a little to suckle on the sensitive flesh. As Grace sighed, she clenched down on her brother's fingers once more, and as he lifted his head, Sam grinned at her again.
	“You're so tight, too!” he said, “Honestly, Gracie, you could probably convince me you were a virgin, do you – what do they call it – do you do kegels or something?” To his surprise, Grace looked away, seeming embarrassed, but not in the fun way that teasing usually brought about.
	“Uh, nothing so official...” she said, reaching up and brushing some purple bangs out of her eyes. Having known her all his life, Sam could immediately tell that the elder capuchin was uncomfortable, and Sam felt his heart sink, confused what he'd done wrong. Leaning back down, he picked up the pace a little as he kissed his way to the other side of his big sister's chest and gave some attention to the other boob, hoping to make up for... whatever that had been. As he swirled his tongue around Grace's stiff nipple, she churred contentedly, and her face seemed much more relaxed again. Sam would have sighed in relief if his mouth hadn't been otherwise occupied. 

Twisting his fingers inside Grace and deeply enjoying the way the needy female moaned, not to mention the way her inner walls gripped and clung to his digits, Sam left her breasts behind and continued the trail ever southward in an S-shape that curved along her flat stomach. As he passed her belly button, Grace whimpered quietly. 
	“Oh God, it's – it's really g-gonna happen...” she whispered, “My – my little b-brother is gonna go down on me...” 
	“Spoilers...” Sam playfully chided her before tilting his head to one side, “You're, uh, okay with that, right?” She actually laughed.
	“Are you k-kidding? At this point, I'm dying for it,” she assured him, “P-please, don't stop...” 
	“Yes, ma'am!” the eager male relied excitedly, and he immediately went back to smooching. He finally pulled away a few inches from his goal, once again pausing to take in the sight of his sibling's treasures, as beautiful to him as the rest of her body. 

He pulled his fingers free, and Grace whimpered, her empty channel visibly twitching as if her body already missed his presence. Looking down at him, she bit her lip as Sam teased a finger through his sister's curly black public fur, slowly, unhurriedly, like he had all the time in the world. Distantly, he thought about how there were humans out there who shaved themselves bare below the belt, which he'd always found odd, but then, for obvious reasons, despite being fellow primates, apes and monkeys had always been more comfortable with body hair than their human cousins. 
	“S-Sammyyyyyy,” Grace whined, “P-please...” The desperation in her voice was clear, she sounded like she was close to begging. The thought was kind of appealing, but the truth was, Grace wasn't the only one who was dying for this... 

Breathing deep of her feminine scent, Sam glanced up at Grace and gave her a lascivious wink before leaning in closer. As he gave her heated vulva an inquisitive lick, the elder simian gasped in a way that made Sam think she'd been holding her breath, and at the same time, Sam moaned softly at the experience of finally getting to taste his big sister's pussy. Without wasting any time at all, he kept licking, dragging his tongue against her wrinkled folds with wide, enthusiastic laps. If she hadn't already been as incredibly turned on as she obviously was, her mound would still be glistening from the even coating of saliva he was giving it. 
	“Oh – oh my f-fucking God...” she panted, raising one hand to her mouth in a curiously dainty expression, “Hnnngh, th-that's so good... k-keep going, little brother, don't s-stop...” Sam was just about convinced by now he wasn't the only one getting a kinky thrill out of using those titles while they were fooling around. 

Reaching forward and placing both hands on his sister's hips, Sam finally gave in to the desire that had been screaming in his ear since he passed her navel. Grace arched her back and cried out as the younger monkey closed the last little distance and pushed his tongue into her wet, velvety heat. For his part, Sam shuddered hard as her tight, flavourful channel encircled his tongue, letting out a muffled groan as he began to lick at her inner walls. He felt Grace's tail twitching and spasming beneath him as he explored her vagina with his tongue, savouring every taste, every texture, and how responsive his sister was to his every action. Grace was really getting off to this. He wasn't quite sure yet whether it was because he was her brother or if she just particularly enjoyed receiving oral, but he was certainly going to enjoy finding out. Down below, Sam felt his penis give a powerful throb, like it was finally coming back to life, and he had to resist the urge to move one of his hands down to stroke his cock as it came out of dormancy. He'd already had an orgasm today, and it had been fantastic. This moment wasn't about him. It was all about Grace, and he was hellbent on making her come just as hard as he had... though unlike his playful, rebellious sibling, he intended to leave his mouth exactly where it was for the fireworks. 

He did, however, lift one hand from Grace's hip, bringing it around her trembling leg to resume rubbing and stroking her love button. The instant Sam's fingers made contact with her clit, Grace arched her back and let out a very feral chirp sound, before covering her mouth self-consciously. He stopped moving long enough that she reluctantly met his gaze, so that she could see the delight sparkling in his eyes, even if he couldn't smile for her at the moment. 
	You can't take that back, he tried to say with his eyes, I know you make cute noises when you're turned on now. Winking at her again, Sam closed his eyes and settled in, preparing for the last leg of this particular journey. Despite herself, Grace began to whimper and pant once again as Sam kept it up, pushing his tongue as deep into her pussy as he could to lick her walls even as he rubbed her clit, occasionally pausing to swallow some of her feminine juices. He'd long hoped his feelings for her would someday pass, like a childish crush, but in the back of his mind, Sam knew that now that he had tasted his sister's delicious nectar, he was always going to want more. 

As Sam continued to feast, Grace began to squirm more and more, her whimpers and gasps turning to moans and heavy breathing as her brother's talented tongue sought out her most sensitive spots and lovingly caressed each one. Lifting her legs from the couch, she placed her hand-feet on Sam's back; his eyes opened at the contact, but she was just using them to grip handfuls of his fur, holding on tight as he continued his tender ministrations. Sam, of course, was more interested in what she was doing with her real hands, which she was using to grope and fondle her own breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingertips to accent the pleasure the younger capuchin was bringing her. 
	“Ohhh, yes, yes,” Grace moaned, “Eat me, little b-brother, eat me...” She began rolling her hips, grinding her wet slit against her sibling's face, which helped him to get his tongue as deep into her eager pussy as possible. 
	“Aaahhn!” she gasped, as he brushed a specific spot inside her. “Go back, go b-back, that felt s-so – Yes! There, Sammy! Right there!” Sam shivered excitedly at the way his sister squealed as he worked his tongue against the spot, the corners of his mouth curling up as Grace moaned his name. Pulling his tongue back a little, Sam moved up to suckle on the shapely female's clitoris, teasing the very tip in his mouth with playful licks. She made a noise of displeasure as his tongue slipped out of her channel, but before she could put it into words, she arched her back off the couch and cried out in bliss as her brother's lips and tongue focused their attention entirely on the most sensitive flesh on her body. 

Time passed, and the elder monkey continue to writhe and shudder beneath the unceasing attentions of her brother's tongue, her pelt gleaming with sweat in a way Sam found deeply appealing on a primal level. 
	“I – I'm so close, I'm s-so fucking close...” she panted, “Oh God, S-Sammy, just a little m-more...” Redoubling his efforts, Sam worked Grace's nethers harder and faster than ever; his fingers were no longer playfully teasing his sister's throbbing clitoris, they were stroking the little nub like a miniature erection, even as his tongue focused on revisiting all those sensitive spots and rubbing them mercilessly. The elder simian's shapely body began to tense up as the moment rapidly approached. 
	“Oh God... Oh shit... oh f-fuck...” Grace mewled, “I'm gonna... I'm g-gonna... I'm coming, I'm c-coming! Oh, little brother!” As she cried out Sam's favourite title, Grace arched her back one more time, practically screaming in ecstasy as the dam burst within her and she was overwhelmed by a tidal wave of white-hot, orgasmic pleasure. Her inner walls clenched down hard on Sam's tongue within her as rhythmic ripples of bliss ran through her pussy. A spectacular gush of Grace's delicious juices sprayed forth, painting any parts of her brother's face that hadn't already been soaked by his enthusiastic cunnilingus. Shuddering in taboo pleasure himself, Sam greedily swallowed again and again, his sister's nectar spilling out of his mouth and running down his chin. The eager male drank his fill as Grace writhed and moaned, overwhelmed by what seemed from the outside like an absolutely terrific climax. 

When Grace's pleasures finally ceased, she slumped back down against the couch, letting one arm flop over her face as she let out a long, satisfied sigh. 
	“Oh God...” she breathed, as her legs went limp around her brother's body. When she came, it had felt to Sam like she was holding onto him for dear life, like without him anchoring her down she might have floated off into space or something. He'd rather enjoyed the sensation, actually. Swallowing one last time, Sam slowly pulled his tongue out and planted a tender kiss farewell directly on his sister's love button, which made her twitch and whimper, as the little nub was extra-sensitive in the wake of her orgasm. Reaching behind him, he carefully lifted her legs free of his back and laid them gently down on the couch before squeezing himself into the space between Grace and the back of the couch, pulling her into his arms so they could share the space instead of crowding each other. Nuzzling against her brother's cheek, Grace chuckled tiredly. 
	“And he likes to cuddle, too,” she murmured, “You're the full package, Sammy.” Deeply, deeply flattered, Sam hugged his lover tight. But was that the right word? Shivering, Sam decided that as loony as it sounded to the part of his mind that still longed for the old definition of 'normal', since he and Grace had now both gotten each other off, they did indeed qualify for the term. Rubbing his hand up and down the small of Grace's back, a churring Sam's smile couldn't have been wider. 

For a while, they just held each other, or rather, Sam just held Grace, who allowed herself to lie completely relaxed in his arms, as limp as a noodle. Soon, though, her breathing slowed and evened out, and her pulse calmed down as well – Sam could feel it with their chests pressed together like this. Shortly thereafter, Grace reached out and hugged him back, opening her eyes and smiling at him. 
	“Thank you, little brother,” she whispered, “That... that was amazing. I mean, this being so kinky might make it a little better, but holy shit, this went way beyond that!, I don't think a guy's ever made me come that hard before!” Somehow resisting the urge to shout his triumph to the heavens, Sam chuckled.
	“Does that mean only girls have made you come like that?” he teased. Grace snickered, then gave him a light smack on the shoulder. 
	“None of that now, I told you I don't swing that way,” she said, before sighing and putting on a grave expression. “As hard as it might be, Sammy, you're just going to have to accept that your fantasy of watching your big sister lez out with another girl just isn't going to happen.” Sam brought one hairy finger to his chin and tapped it thoughtfully.
	“You know, normally, I'd agree, but that's what I thought about my fantasy of my big sister going down on me,” he countered, “So what the hell do I know about what's possible?” 

Laughing in delight despite herself, Grace poked him on the nose. 
	“Stop that!” she said, sounding more amused than annoyed, “Look, I'm the eldest, and I'm calling dibs on not making out with girls for your enjoyment.” It was Sam's turn to laugh, as she hadn't used her status as the oldest child in their family to declare her will as law in a long time. 
	“Alright, fine, I'll just have to be happy that you let me have my way with you,” he sighed, as if it were a major inconvenience. Unable to keep a straight face for more than a few seconds, he grinned at her and shook his head.
	“I can still barely believe you were open-minded enough to try this,” he said, “God, you really are the coolest woman in the city, sis!” He'd been planning to be a little suave, brush some hair out of her eyes and kiss her deeply, but as soon as he said those words, Grace's face fell and she pulled out of his arms, sitting up. Before she could stand – assuming she was trying to leave and not just trying to sit – Sam grabbed hold of her tail. Normally, this was not a great way to get a monkey's attention, but he was careful not to tug on the limb he'd captured. The younger simian was confused by her response to something he'd meant as flattery for the second time today, and he was starting to wonder if the incidents were related.

	“W-wait, Gracie!” he said, insistently, “Where are you going?” His sister showed no sign of actually trying to get up, so Sam let go of her tail and sat up, finding himself once again sitting at her side, the laptop in front of them. 
	“...You're wrong, little brother,” Grace finally said, practically whispering, “I'm – I'm not as cool as I like to pretend, not as cool as you think... not by half.” 
	“Wh-what are you talking about?” he stammered, confused, “Uh, if this is because you fooled around with me...” She was already waving him off. 
	“No, no, it's not that,” Grace said, sighing softly, “I just... do you remember what I was like as a teenager? Always getting in trouble, drinking or smoking weed or tagging municipal buildings or whatever I was up to that week.” Sam reached up and began scratching the back of his neck. It wasn't something the family normally brought up.
	“Uh, y-yeah?” he replied, “Mom was pretty relieved when you grew out of that.” 
	“Well, that's kind of the point,” she said, “I grew out of it. I was this rebellious-ass kid who loved nothing better than sticking it to The Man by spray-painting office buildings... except for maybe smoking weed and watching movies.”
	“Which was illegal back then,” Sam added. 
	“Thanks, Captain Exposition,” Grace muttered, “Right, so I was this wild child, but somehow, I grew up to work for The Man. Look at me! I've got a desk job that until very recently was in the most boring office in the city, and even now I've still got to call a bunch of boring people and have boring conversations about boring topics almost every day!”

The purple-haired monkey sighed, burying her face in her hands. 
	“I mean, it's good money, and the people I work with aren't total assholes, so the job isn't bad, it's just that it isn't interesting, either.” She sighed. “We manage mutual funds, Sammy, we're just helping people with more money than I'll ever have keep it all nice and orderly. It makes me feel like such a sellout...” Leaning back against the cushion, Grace pulled her legs up and hugged them close to her chest. 
	“So I always tried to, I guess, balance it out, if that makes any sense?” she continued, studying her furry knees. “When I was out with my friends, I mean. I would always try so hard to be cool enough to make up for the fact that I'm working in mutual funds instead of, I don't know, being the female Banksy or something?” Sam's instinct was to point out that she didn't know for sure Banksy wasn't a woman, but he felt like that would be unhelpful, so he just sat there and let her keep going. 
	“So I'd be the first one dancing, I'd be flirting with guys, suggesting snazzy hangout spots, anything to be seen as the cool one. Well, almost anything. I wasn't about to start doing coke or letting guys run a train on me or whatever, I wasn't that desperate.” 

Sam was briefly distracted by the mental image of guys running a train on his sister, but he found he didn't much like the idea of a bunch of guys who weren't him having their way with Grace, so he quickly pushed the thought out of his mind. He had more important things to think about, after all. Sam wasn't used to seeing this kind of vulnerability from his big sister, and he wasn't sure how he should respond, but he felt it was probably important that Grace was showing that vulnerability to him, letting him see her like that. 
	“I've tried to give off the impression of being this girl who can get with a guy whenever she wants, like I could walk into any bar and get the guy of my choice wrapped around my finger in thirty seconds,” she said, a small, self-conscious smile appearing on her face. “But the truth is that I'm way more of a prude than people tend to realize... I've only been with three different guys.” Thinking back, the confused male frowned.
	“Wait, I can think of at least four guys you actually called your boyfriends,” he said, “and you were all over each of them!” Grace actually giggled to herself. 
	“Well, about that, uh...you remember Markus?” she replied, “Wellllllll, you didn't hear it from me, but, uh... he's gay.” Sam quickly thought back to the orangutan with the crooked smile.
	“Wait, really?” he blurted out without thinking. 
	“Oh yeah,” Grace replied calmly, “As queer as a seven-dollar bill, he liked to say. But he was in the closet, and his family were, uh, traditional, so he asked me to be his beard, you know, to pretend to be his girlfriend.” The younger simian looked away from his sister as he ran this information through his brain. 
	“Huh. I always thought he was a bit too handsy, actually,” Sam said, “The way he was always touching you...” 
	“He was an over-actor, that's what he was,” his sister chuckled, “Thought that if he kept touching my butt, his straight act would seem more convincing.” 

A moment of silence passed, and then Grace glanced over at Sam for the first time in a few minutes, though it was only to briefly threaten him.
	“For real, though, if you tell anyone, I'll kick your ass. The guy's still not out.” Taken aback slightly, Sam swallowed.
	“O-of course,” he agreed hastily, “No problem!” Grace turned back to staring at nothing in particular, sighing yet again. 
	“So I put on this little act and pretend to be this super confident, ultra worldly girl who never lets anything bother her, and goes out to clubs all the time, etc., etc.... and then the goddamn Covid hits.” Comprehension finally dawning, Sam nodded slowly.
	“And now no one's going out, no one's going to clubs, and guys certainly aren't trying to pick up girls,” he said, “We're just stuck here at home all the time, and you can't even see your friends except on a screen.”
	“...But somehow, without being able to leave the house, I still have to do the stupid desk job!” Grace finished, the frustration in her voice obvious. She let her head tilt down, pressing her face against her knees. Sam felt the urge to slide over and hug her, to tell her it was okay, but he felt like that would send the wrong message while they were both still naked.

A moment of silence passed as Sam felt the tension rising, before he decided he had to say something. 
	“So, uh, is that why you started hanging out in your panties?” he asked, “To, uh, try and, you know, rebel?” A heartbeat later, he heard Grace snicker against her knees before she lifted her head to look at him, an amused smile on her face.
	“That was part of it, yeah,” she admitted, quietly, “But by that point, a big part of it was, um, me trying to distract myself by teasing my pervert brother.” Sam blushed slightly, but maintained eye contact as she chuckled.
	“I'm sorry, Sammy, it's just... I noticed the way you looked at me when you thought I wasn't paying attention,” Grace continued, brushing a bang away from her eyes, “Like I was sexy. Like I was desirable. Like you couldn't help yourself, you just had to look at me.” The embarrassed male finally averted his gaze, grinning self-consciously. How long had she had his number like that?
	“And when you were looking at me like that, it, I don't know, it made me feel like I was sexy, like how gorgeous must I be if even my little brother finds me attractive, eh?” Grace said, chuckling again, “You made me feel wanted, Sammy... you made me feel cool again, even if it was in a really weird way.”

Sam dared to look back to his sister with a small smile as he rubbed the back of his neck bashfully.
	“Aww, come on, sis, you don't need to put on an act to be cool,” he said, “You've always been one of the coolest people I know, and it's not because you go out partying all the time.” He lowered his voice slightly, adjusting his gaze to look juuuust past the side of Grace's head. 
	“...And it's definitely not because you've been seen with a bunch of guys.” Grace's eyes widened slightly, as did her smile, and Sam blushed all the harder, just knowing that she'd caught the jealousy he hadn't meant to allow into his voice.
	“Aww, thanks, little brother,” Grace said sweetly, clearly enjoying herself, “That means a lot to me.” Sam had leaned back on the sofa, resting his hands on the cushion on either side of him, and as Grace lowered her legs to the floor, clearly feeling better, she reached out and placed one of her hands on top of Sam's. 

The younger monkey felt a shiver run from the top of his head down his spine, all the way to the tip of his trembling tail. Feeling Grace's warm, soft hand gently holding his, and seeing that playful, happy look in her eyes, suddenly the flush in his cheeks was no longer from embarrassment. His pulse beginning to speed up, Sam acted on impulse, swallowing to help his suddenly dry mouth.
	"Well, I don't know if I can help your image at all,” he said, “but, uh, once we're allowed to go outside again, why don't we, you know, do something fun together and, uh, see what happens?" Grace blinked and looked slightly confused, which was not a great response, but it wasn't the worst he could imagine either.
	“What do you mean?” she asked.
	“Uhh, I mean...” he stammered, averting his gaze. He took a quick deep breath and demanded to himself that he man up and just say it before he lost his nerve entirely. “...We could go out to, like, see a movie, or maybe hit up a restaurant together, j-just you and me.” Grace sat up a little straighter, and her smile faded away completely, her expression becoming unreadable.
	“Sammy, are you... are you asking me out on a date?” she asked.

His heart pounding in his chest like a jackhammer, the nervous capuchin gathered his courage and nodded instead of laughing it off like it had been a joke, as part of him was tempted to do.
	“Y-yes, yes I am,” he replied, cursing himself for stuttering again, “I can't hide it anymore: I think you're beautiful, and you have a wonderful personality, sis, and I'd love a chance for us to, um, grow even closer than we are now.”
	“What, like, you would be my boyfriend and I would be your girlfriend?” she asked, sounding as if she'd never heard of the concept before, “Sammy, I... I'm still your big sister, you know that, right?” She said it gently, but it still hurt terribly. Confused, feeling an ache in his chest, Sam frowned. 
	“But... but you were okay giving me a blowjob!” he protested, “You made me come all over you! You let me eat you out, Gracie! Why is a date too far but all that isn't?” He thought it was a fair question. Grace was blushing by now, visibly slouching in her seat and fiddling nervously with her tail. This all seemed odd, until Sam remembered she'd let him in past the 'cool' act she'd apparently been pulling for so long. He still wasn't used to such vulnerability from his big sister, who had seemed unflappable until today.

	“We – we were just fooling around!” Grace said, sounding just a touch defensive, “I enjoyed it, you enjoyed it, b-but it was just a sex thing! After teasing you for so long, I really needed a man's touch, and you deserved to have your pervy dreams come true, but it's just part of all this quarantine craziness! We don't even have to stop, we can keep fooling around until the lockdown is lifted completely, but you're talking about – about being a couple, Sam! Like we're gonna go on dates, and walk around in public holding hands, and buy each other anniversary presents, and be cloyingly cute with each other in front of our single friends! But we're still siblings, Sam! Sister and brother! Fooling around like this can just be for fun, we're two consenting adults, but trying to make it more than that... that's not normal!” Suddenly Sam found himself on his feet, looking at a surprised Grace. 
	“Of course it isn't normal!” he said, loudly, “It's weird and different and something that thousands of years worth of civilized people agreed was freaky and wrong, it's exactly the opposite of normal! That's why I'm surprised at you, Grace!” Her mouth moved, but no sounds came out, so Sam just continued down this path, even though he suddenly had no idea where it was taking him. 
	“You were just telling me about how you worry that you sold out, that you're not cool enough anymore because you work a boring desk job,” he said, “Well, what could possibly be more rebellious than breaking one of the oldest taboos there is?” The shapely female blinked repeatedly, her expression suddenly blanking. Clearly, she hadn't considered that angle. 

Sam sighed, scratching nervously at his neck, still having no idea if this was going to lead somewhere good or if Grace was never going to speak to him again. 
	“Okay, I admit, we can't just be a regular couple, the world would never let us,” he conceded, “It would have to be a secret, or the media would treat us like circus freaks. But even protesters these days cover their faces and tattoos so they can't be identified and retaliated against, we could keep things on the down-low and be with each other in private. Think about it, Grace, this sounds right up your alley! Why not stick it to The Man by letting your brother stick it to you?” The elder sibling looked deeply conflicted, and Sam empathized, thinking he probably had a pretty good idea how she felt right now.
	“I... I don't know, Sam...” she said, touching one hand to her forehead, “It actually sounds kinda fun, but I'm still getting used to the idea that incest makes me wet, I don't know if I can handle dating my own brother...” She looked back over at him, an almost apologetic look in her eyes.
	“I've never even thought about it before, never thought about you as – like that before,” she said, “I don't even know if you're my type.” Sam felt a stabbing cold in his chest, which he pretended wasn't there. Surely it shouldn't hurt so bad to get turned down by his own kin, which meant he must be imagining that pain... 

Swallowing, turning away from his sister, Sam bent down to retrieve his shorts and boxers from the floor. 
	“Oh...” he said, using every ounce of control he had to keep his disappointment out of his voice, “Alright.” As he reached for his shirt, Grace touched his shoulder from behind, firmly but gently turning him around to face her. 
	“Hey,” she said, smiling gently, “Don't give me that. I – I'm not saying 'no', I just need time to think about this, okay? You haven't ruined everything between us forever.” His tail flicking against his leg, Sam grinned self-consciously.
	“You don't know what I'm thinking...” he muttered, silently relieved in a way he found difficult to put into words... for now. Grace giggled.
	“I can read you like a book, little brother,” she teased, raising her arms, “C'mere, you.” Wrapping him up in a warm, naked embrace, her soft breasts pressing against his chest in an especially pleasing way, Grace leaned in and kissed her brother, who was momentarily overwhelmed by the moment, but quickly relaxed in his lover's arms. Reaching up to hug Grace back, Sam sighed through his nostrils and eagerly met her tongue with his own. 

The Robertsons stood in their living room, as bare as the days they'd been born, holding each other close and kissing slowly, comfortably, like they'd been lovers for years and not for the day. Sam felt Grace's hand slowly sliding down his back, scratching her fingernails through his fur as their tongues wrestled. To his surprise, she kept going until she found his butt and grabbed a cheek. To his chagrin, Sam moaned into the kiss as his sister gave him a good groping. She squeezed and kneaded his rump with the same enthusiasm he'd felt while experiencing her breasts for the first time. It was almost like Grace really could read his mind; she just kept fondling his butt until he grew comfortable with it and began to pay more attention to her soft, plump lips and talented tongue. It was only then that Grace's hand slowly moved around his body and confidently took hold of her brother's penis, which had only just started to respond to the naked woman in his arms. Her grip was firm, but she didn't stroke him, or tease him under the crown, or even give his shaft a squeeze, it was like Grace simply wanted to hold it. Despite the lack of stimulation, wondering what she wanted to do to him was turning Sam on, and he slowly grew harder and stiffer in her grip. When he'd reached his full pride, Grace sighed contentedly, broke off the kiss... and let Sam's erection slip out of her hand. 

The younger capuchin resisted the urge to whimper and pout as his prick throbbed once in the cool air of the room, but it was difficult, especially when the shapely female sat back down on the couch and began to get re-dressed, starting with her socks and then picking her bra up. 
	“Just a little something to remind you of me,” she teased, glancing at his stiff cock with a smile, “After all, if you want to go out with me, I wouldn't want you thinking about other girls...” Swallowing a sigh, Sam forced a half-smile.
	“You know, somehow, I don't feel like that's going to be a problem,” he said, and Grace giggled delightedly. Smiling more naturally, Sam pulled his boxers and shorts back on, then retrieved his shirt as Grace finished dressing and lay down along the couch, pulling her laptop onto her stomach. 
	“So, uh, I guess I'll give you some time to think,” he said, trying to ignore the tent in his shorts, “I'm, uh, I'm glad you enjoyed it too, sis.” She smiled at him but said nothing as he left. 

As he hurried towards his bedroom, intending to close himself up and just try to process all this exciting and slightly overwhelming new information, Sam unconsciously put his hands in the pockets of his shorts. One of them encountered his smartphone. The other one, though, found his keys... and some fabric he didn't remember picking up. He paused as he approached his door, looking down as he pulled out... a pair of panties in a nice lavender colour. His eyes widening slightly as he took in the sight before him, Sam turned the garment over and found that the bottom of the panties, where the fabric would have been snug against Grace's vulva, was still damp with feminine arousal. He shivered as he rubbed his thumb over the moist fabric, and – after a furtive glance back towards the living room to make sure Grace wasn't watching him – he brought the panties to his nose and sniffed curiously, then gasped as he was treated to the distinctive scent of his sister's pussy, and the pheromones that came with it. It was a pale shadow of when he'd sampled the fragrance straight from the source, of course, but it was still enough to make him shudder as he instinctively remembered the pleasant times in his immediate past. 
	Just a little something to remind you of me, Grace's voice whispered in his mind, I wouldn't want you thinking about other girls. This time, the smile that had been on her lips as she said it seemed to tell an entirely different story. Already blushing once again, Sam grinned to himself and ducked into his room, locking the door behind him. 

To his own surprise, Sam didn't end up masturbating, though he thought long and hard about getting himself off with the panties wrapped around his prick, and then returning them to Grace soaked in come. They couldn't have ended up tucked so deep into his shorts pocket by accident, and he liked to imagine the look on her face if he demonstrated exactly how much he appreciated the gift... but then again, she might just be grossed out. They knew each other better than just about anyone else did, which was part of the reason he wanted to date her, but he had to admit his knowledge about Grace's kinky side was quite lacking. But there was something more than that. As he lay in his bed, nude from the waist down, Sam gently sniffed at his sister's panties and very, very lightly stroked his cock with the tips of his fingers. He could just take a proper hold of himself and jerk himself silly, of course, but the squirming male found that he didn't want to come while fantasizing about Grace, at least not while this cloud of uncertainty was hanging over him. If she didn't want to date him, would he still be okay fooling around with her just for fun? He honestly didn't know the answer, and so he just teased himself... though he would back off whenever he started breathing even a little bit harder. He didn't want to give himself blue balls again when he'd only just recently gotten some blessed relief. 

After teasing himself on and off for a while, Sam reluctantly forced himself to set the panties aside and let his erection wilt. Sighing heavily, the troubled male tried to banish the fear that he'd ruined a good thing from his mind, failed, and decided he needed to distract himself. Tugging his shorts back on, the monkey sat down at his computer and began to look through his library of online games. Maybe some good old-fashioned mindless violence could help him stop thinking about Grace. Or at least improve his K/D ratio.

Sam started off with some good old-fashioned wargames, and that worked to keep his mind busy for a while, but once he got into the swing of things, he found his mind kept wandering, and he'd suddenly find himself way past an objective he'd been heading towards, or accidentally making short-lived incursions into enemy territory. At around the time someone started making colourful suggestions about his sexual proclivities (if only he knew), Sam decided to step away from anything that required teamwork or careful aim. That in mind, he passed on a stealth-focused option and moved on to a racing game instead, where he just needed to worry about his steering... and whether any of the other drivers were griefing everyone by driving backwards and crashing into people. That helped, particularly with the bright, summery environments they were driving through. It had been long enough since Sam spent any serious time outdoors that even a virtual blue sky and rolling hills soothed his heart a little. The truth was that he wasn't the best at racing games, though, so after a few races, some of which showed better performances than others, Sam switched over to just messing around in an open-world game, wandering around a large map causing chaos. As he drove a rather dented sports car down the sidewalk, the restless capuchin distantly wondered if he should be concerned about how relaxing he found behaving like a dangerous lunatic in such games. As an elderly woman went cartwheeling through the air, Sam snickered and decided it was just a silly game, and maybe he should restrict himself to fretting about one thing at a time.

Things were going quite well up until Sam ran into a player who had somehow gotten away with the username 'SisterFister'. Making matters worse was that SisterFister was quite friendly, and kept following Sam around. Letting out another heavy sigh, the troubled male logged out and went to make some late lunch. The entire time he was in the kitchen, making grilled cheese sandwiches, Sam was straining to hear any sign of his sibling over the sizzling pan. For once, though, the apartment seemed to be as silent as a tomb; he couldn't even hear the loud but indistinct sound of Grace binge-watching some show on her laptop. As he ate, he toyed with the idea of knocking on her door, but... he didn't want to interrupt Grace until she made her decision. The problem, of course, was that he wasn't sure if she'd meant that she needed hours to think about it... or days... or weeks... When he finished up, Sam washed his hands as thoroughly as all the PSAs advised, and then sat down to watch some TV for a while. 

This, of course, proved to be Sam's poorest choice yet, as TV didn't have the requirement of user interaction, so the poor dear was finding it impossible to focus on the shows he tried to watch. He would manage for about thirty seconds, and then something in the show – a pretty monkey girl, a certain type of flower, a chance comment from a character – would remind him of Grace, and he'd suddenly find himself staring down the hallway to their bedrooms, as if he expected his sister to emerge at any second. He supposed that if he'd really wanted to avoid thinking about her, sitting on the couch where she'd gone down on him earlier that day was probably a bad start. In fact, as he thought that, he took a deep breath and sighed, and realized as he inhaled that he could still faintly smell the two of them on the fabric. 

Groaning in frustration, he stood up to switch over to the only chair in the room that hadn't been fooled around on in the last couple days, and he realized that the sun had gone down while he was trying and failing to watch a western movie. Or perhaps it had been the rerun of The Blacklist before that, with the way he'd struggled to keep his eyes on the TV while his instincts longed to gaze at his sister's door. Either way, he certainly hadn't been watching the windows. Slumping down in his chair and turning the TV off, Sam sighed, wondering if he was going to be this distracted the entire time until he got an answer. He'd never want to rush her, but this was going to be rough...

It was at that precise moment, as Sam put his hands on the armrests of the chair to help push himself up, that the door to Grace's room swung open. As the vision of simian beauty stepped out into the hallway, every muscle in her brother's body tensed up, and he had to actively force himself not to leap up to his feet, to stay right where he was. After all, it may have been the only thing on his mind, but that didn't mean Grace had been fixated on it, and it certainly didn't mean that the only reason she could be leaving her room was to come deliver a verdict to him. Sure enough, she didn't even look his way as she came out of her room and strolled over to the bathroom. Sam sighed, annoyed at himself for feeling such acute disappointment. Feeling a buzz on his leg, he shifted in his seat to make it easier to reach the side pocket in his shorts and retrieved his phone. He had a brief text exchange with a co-worker from the restaurant to assure the guy that no, he hadn't heard anything about the place re-opening. That was all the time Grace needed, apparently, as Sam could hear the muffled sound of the bathroom sink running through the wall while the toilet flushed. 

Grace took a little longer with the sink than usual, no doubt to all the people shouting to the heavens the importance of properly washing one's hands during a pandemic, but it was only when she popped back out of the bathroom that it belatedly occurred to Sam that he was still sitting in the living room. Somewhat self-consciously getting up and putting his phone away, he slowly started walking in the direction of his room as Grace ambled over to the kitchen. When he passed the open entryway to the kitchen, Sam was trying to become invisible through sheer force of will, and he didn't even look in the direction of his sister, who looked fairly engrossed in the contents of the fridge. It wasn't until just as he was about to disappear into the hallway that Grace spoke up.
	“Hey, Sammy?” she called, gently, “Let's talk.” For just a moment, Sam had the exact same feeling of impending doom that he'd always gotten from being noticed when he was trying to be inconspicuous. Then, of course, he realized why Grace would invite him to chat, and suddenly his heart was beating faster and his hands were clammy. 

Swallowing, Sam stopped and looked over, trying to look surprised, as if he'd been lost in thought and hadn't noticed Grace was there at all. 
	“Huh? Oh, sure sis,” he called, not convinced at all he was fooling anyone. Grace wasn't giving him one of her knowing grins, but then she was pretty focused on the fridge. As he stepped into the kitchen, Sam finally wondered to himself if it was a bad sign that Grace had gotten fully dressed again since their little dalliance earlier, instead of just hanging around in her bra and panties once more. It was difficult for that to get him too worked up, though, as those were pretty short shorts, and they outlined her perfect ass almost as well as just her underwear did. Sam grinned slightly, admitting to himself that he was probably biased, as he was very, very fond of that butt, so it would probably look amazing to him in any outfit. 

Sam was silently pleased that he tore his eyes away from Grace's shapely behind at exactly the right moment to meet her gaze as she looked up from finally deciding on some leftover Chinese and getting it out of the fridge. 
	“So I've been thinking about what you said,” she mused, as she slipped the greasy cardboard boxes in the microwave, “About how you want to date me, even though we're – you know. And I'm not going to lie, at first it sounded like the most absurd thing I'd ever heard.” Swallowing, Sam put a hand over his heart.
	“Ow, right in the self-esteem,” he muttered, trying to mask the real ache those words made him feel. 
	“I said 'at first'!” the shapely female insisted, a little defensively, “Honestly, you can be kind of a diva, little brother.” Ignoring the exaggeratedly offended look that Sam put on his face, Grace turned to the microwave to give it a scrutiny much too intense to be genuine. 
	“Because the more I thought about it,” she said, much more softly, “the more I realized that you've always been there for me, Sammy, you've always had my back, no matter what. This thing where I'm always trying to be the cool one... it's gotten me some really crappy relationships, guys who were only it to try to get in my pants. Well, you've always listened to my problems and given me advice, you've hugged me when I needed it and told me everything was gonna be okay, and you've been doing all of it since way before you had the hots for any girls, much less me!” As the timer on the microwave entered the last ten seconds, Grace stood up and turned to face her brother. 
	“You're basically perfect boyfriend material, and I would be down to at least try a few dates, okay? There, I said it,” she confessed, “But... are you sure you want to go out with someone who used to help you with your math homework?” 

The microwave dinged just as she finished speaking, punctuating the moment like the dot under Grace's question mark. Sam opened his mouth to give the answer that was practically leaping free of his throat by itself, but he stopped himself to qualify his answer.
	“Well, right now I wouldn't want to go out if it meant I got superpowers,” he said, gesturing towards the front door of the apartment as Grace snickered, “But in a better time, once things calm down? I would love to go out with you, Gracie.” Despite himself, he let out an excited eee noise, and then tried to play it off with a joke.
	“Aww, check it out,” he said, flicking his tail back and forth, “You've got my tail wagging.” The elder monkey grinned, then gave him a suspiciously insincere Look. 
	“Don't appropriate canine culture, Sam, that's very un-woke of you,” she said rather snippily. Crossing the kitchen and getting right up in his sister's face, he gave her a big goofy grin. 
	“You're right, that's not very 21st century of me at all,” he said, flippantly, “Please, big sister, show me how to make it up to you...” Giggling to herself, Grace reached up to hug him, making no effort to stop Sam as he leaned in and kissed her. 

The kiss was warm and gentle and exciting, as if it were somehow their first all over again. Things just felt different to Sam with the promise that it could lead to something More. It may have been memorable, but it didn't last very long, as Grace broke it off with a smile.
	“C'mon, Sammy, I'm sooooo hungry, I've been in my room all day,” she pleaded gently, looking over her shoulder at the microwave, which now had this side of the kitchen smelling pleasantly of the Chinese leftovers. When she turned around, Sam stepped in close, pressing against her from behind. He wasn't hard yet, but he still felt Grace shudder as his pelvis pushed against her succulent rump. Planting a single kiss on the side of her throat, Sam whispered to her. 
	“Then eat your fill, big sister,” he breathed, as he caressed the nape of her neck with the back of a single finger, “You're gonna need the energy anyway.” As he stepped back, Grace looked over her shoulder, blushing almost as hard as she was grinning.
	“Look at you!” she said, sounding genuinely impressed, “That was hot, Sammy, I didn't know you actually had game!” Deeply, deeply pleased by that reaction, the eager male laughed, winking at his sibling as he turned to leave. 
	“Just give me a shout when you want to, ah, continue this discussion...” he said, giving her a little wave as he disappeared into the hallway. As soon as she was out of his view, Sam leapt up into the air, fist outstretched above him, using all of his self-control to keep from cheering out loud in sheer delight. 

	“Hey, Sammy, wait!” Grace called, and the startled male whipped around self-consciously, convinced she'd witnessed that little display. But she was nowhere to be seen, calling from within the kitchen.
	“Just because I don't want to jump your bones right this second doesn't mean we have to stop talking,” she said, amused, and after taking a moment to mentally brush himself off after that momentary spike of unwarranted embarrassment, Sam strolled back into the kitchen, still half-expecting Grace to pounce as soon as he let his guard down and tease him about the fist-pump. When that didn't happen, he rubbed at the back of his neck nervously and said the first thing that came into his head.
	“So, uh, you seemed pretty confident about that 'yes',” he observed. As she poured some red sauce over her food, Grace nodded calmly.
	“Mmm-hmm,” she confirmed, “At first, I was kind of freaking out about it, not gonna lie, but I guess what it came down to was... I can't, you're gonna make fun of me!” 

If he hadn't been interested before, the eager male would have been intensely curious now, he couldn't just let that stand! Clearing his throat, he somewhat facetiously held up his hand in the 'Scout's honour' gesture. 
	“Ah, as someone who would like very much to keep you warm at night, I promise not to tease you.” Grace chuckled as she dipped a piece of chicken ball into the sweet & sour sauce. 
	“That would be sweeter if it weren't motivated by your desire to get inside me, but I'll allow it,” she decided, “Fine, it's like this: wanting to fuck you and wanting to date you are two totally different things, but I figured that if I already felt the first one, I was pretty much halfway to the second one already, eh?” Sam said nothing, as his lips were clamped together for fear of making a high-pitched squeal from how hot he found the casual way Grace talked about wanting to have sex with him. It had been implied, surely, but hearing her say those words had a shiver dancing down his spine and sent him straight into embarrassing noise territory. Seemingly oblivious to this as she focused on her food, Grace flicked some purple hair out of her eyes and glanced over. 
	“I mean, all I've known about most of the guys I've dated when I said yes was that they were hot, and they had a nice sense of humour, or we shared a hobby, or something,” she said, gesticulating energetically with her fork, “But you're hot and I know you better than probably any other guy alive! Who gets that in a relationship?”

After a moment, the smile on Grace's face faded slightly. 
	“We're gonna have to be really careful about this, you know that, right?” she asked. 
	“Of course,” Sam replied, swallowing a sigh. Why couldn't society give him an exception to the rules because his sister was unfairly beautiful? 
	“I mean it,” Grace said, “we hold hands too long and people might get ideas. And if we kiss at the wrong time? Forget it! Becky can smell this shit better than any bloodhound I've met, it only took her like twenty minutes after Markus and I started 'dating' for her to figure out it wasn't on the level.” Sam frowned. Grace's friend Rebecca was an appropriately large she-bear who loved gossip even more than she loved sweet things, and she was the last person Sam would want to know their secret.
	“How the hell'd she do that so quickly?” he asked, unable to help himself.
	“Well, he smelled like another guy, and I didn't smell like him,” the troubled female sighed, “If I ever show up smelling like your sex pheromones, it's game over.”

Sam swallowed as she delivered her grim prognosis, but before he could think of a silver lining to that particular dark cloud, Grace spoke up again, stroking her chin thoughtfully.
	“Now that I think about it, the staff at Tony's know we're siblings,” she said, referring to their favourite non-franchised restaurant, “If we get too playful or flirty there, the whole place will know something's fishy.” The lanky male began to get anxious, fearing that all these perfectly valid concerns were a sign that his sister was about to change her mind.
	“And you know our friends and especially Mom and Dad are gonna get all concerned when we suddenly stop dating as far as they know,” she continued, “They want to see us in happy relationships, after all. Hell, even our co-workers might notice something's up.” Moving in a quick burst, Sam was suddenly sitting at the table, opposite a surprised Grace. 
	“Is this your way of letting me down gently?” he asked, frowning at her, “To just remember all these things one by one to let me know you think it's impossible?” 
	“N-no,” said Grace, “I was just pointing out that what we're getting into, it's... it's gonna be difficult.” 

Sam reached over to place a hand on top of one of his sister's. 
	“Well... Well, you're right, Gracie. This is gonna be difficult, and we're gonna have to make adjustments and solve problems that quote-unquote 'normal' couples don't have to deal with,” he said, “It's gonna be a weird, wild road, and I can't promise we'll even expect all the twists and turns we'll have to make, but we're strong and determined, and I for one am willing to put in as much effort as I need to... if it means I get to be with you! If we set our minds to making it work, then I say we can absolutely do it.” Grace smiled widely and warmly at him, and suddenly she was out of the chair, kneeling down and hugging him tight, nuzzling against his chest as he instinctively hugged her back.
	“I know,” Grace said, quietly, “It's just nice to hear you say that.”

As she went back to nuzzling, Sam grinned, suddenly realizing he'd unknowingly passed a test. 
	“I think I can keep my hands to myself in Tony's if you can,” he said, running his fingers though her hair. 
	“Well, I was looking forward to jacking you off under the table the next time we went,” Grace said, managing to keep an absolutely straight face as her brother snickered, “But okay, if you insist.” Looking up at him, the elder capuchin smiled sweetly.
	“So what do we do if Becky smells us?” she asked, “Deny everything, let her blackmail us, or do we just out ourselves at that point and do it on our own terms?” 
	“Hmmm, I don't really like those options,” Sam sighed, before solemnly adding “If it comes down to it, I guess we'll just have to murder her.” Grace laughed and smacked him in the leg. 
	“Don't say that so seriously!” she said, “We're talking about my friend here.” 

Sam winked at her to let her know that he was not, in fact, a hardened killer, and then just for fun, added “Well, that's too bad, because I'm gonna need your help to get rid of the body.” Grace gave her brother another leg smack, which didn't discourage him from being silly any more than the first one had. Still grinning, Sam bent down and planted a kiss on the crown of his sister's head. Grace smiled at that and pushed up from her kneeling position to stand up straight, pulling Sam with her so they could kiss properly. This particular kiss was a curious one, tasting of Chinese takeout as it did, but given that it was still Grace he was making out with, Sam enjoyed it all the same. Leaning back for a moment, Grace regarded her sibling with a smirk.
	“By the way, let's be honest about something you said earlier,” she said, booping him on the nose, “You would absolutely risk the virus if it meant you got superpowers.” Sam opened his mouth to protest, thought about it, and shrugged.
	“Yeah, you're probably right,” he admitted. “But if we're being honest about stuff... I seem to remember that every time you helped me with my math homework, I helped you with your English homework.” Grinning self-consciously, it was Grace's turn to shrug.
	“Yeah, well, uh... J-just shut up and kiss me, Sammy.” And he gladly did. 

As their tongues curiously entwined and wrestled, Sam reached out and put a hand on Grace's side. For a brief moment, he just held her, and then he slipped his hand down and under her shirt. As Sam's palm once again pressed against Grace's bare side, running his fingers through her short fur, the eager femme sighed into the kiss and cupped one of her hands to the back of her lover's neck, kissing him with even more enthusiasm. It was when Sam's hand crept around to the front and began to spider-creep its way up towards her soft, pert breasts that Grace finally touched his arm, stopping him, and broke off the smooching. For a long moment, she said nothing, just stood there with her eyes closed and her cheeks flushed. Then, she slowly opened her eyes and regarded him.
	“...Sorry, I just... I'm starting to get way too turned on for the kitchen,” she said, “Need to take a moment and just... calm down.” She was starting to turn away, but Sam sat down in his chair and gave her tail a cheeky tug, which had the startled monkey falling backwards to sit in her little brother's lap. Hugging her from behind, Sam gave her a peck on the cheek.
	“What's the matter, sis?” he teased, “Don't like kitchen sex?” Grace let out what sounded like a highly conflicted groan as he nipped at her ear.
	“C-c'mon, Sammy, we can't do it in here, we make food in here!” she protested, “We eat in here!” Sam chuckled and patted the table next to them with his palm.
	“Are you saying you aren't the slightest bit interested by the idea of me laying you down across this very table and making sweet, sweet love to you?” he asked. She shuddered against him and groaned again.
	“Okay, s-sure, it might be really hot,” Grace admitted, “but then I'd have to think about it every time I used the table for dinner!”

Chittering quietly, Sam bent down and planted a kiss where Grace's neck met her shoulder, and she inhaled sharply, shivering against him. 
	“Sorry, I'm confused,” he whispered, smirking, “Is that a pro or a con?” Grace giggled, sounding very much like she'd been trying not to, and sighed as he kissed her neck again. This time, she tilted her head the other way
	“Damn you...” she murmured, without the slightest bit of fire in her voice. Wondering if he was actually getting somewhere, the playful male leaned forward to nuzzle his cheek against hers. What had been just playful teasing suddenly became genuine embers of desire deep within Sam as he churred to Grace, his wandering hand boldly moving to her breast, which felt very different through the material of her shirt than he was expecting. 
	“Oh!” he blurted out, “You're, uh, you didn't put your bra back on.” 
	“Mmmm...” Grace sighed contentedly as her brother began to knead her sensitive flesh, “Would you?” Sam smirked. He couldn't really argue with that point. The things looked really uncomfortable, frankly. Settling back down, he breathed deep of Grace's natural scent.
	“I can still hardly believe this is real...” he whispered, “I... I never thought it could be like this between us...” Grace leaned her head back onto his shoulder and groaned with the first hints of arousal as Sam gently massaged her teat. He swallowed excitedly as he felt his sister's nipple stiffening against his fingertips, but Grace suddenly tensed up and practically leapt off of him, apparently finding that very bodily reaction to be one step too far. 

Pouting adorably, the flushed female held her hands in front of her, her body language confused, like she wanted to sit back down as badly as she wanted to stand.
	“Okay, that's quite enough of that,” she said, sounding cross but perhaps not as cross as she wished, “I c-can't believe you almost talked me into it...” Gesturing to the table, Grace added “Look at this thing, Sammy! It's gotta be all hard and uncomfortable!” For his part, Sam was quietly annoyed with himself for feeling disappointed he hadn't magically changed Grace's mind by touching her in an unbrotherly way. Still, at least he could enjoy seeing how hot and bothered he'd gotten his big sister, particularly the sight of her hard little nipples poking against her shirt. So he just sat there with a shit-eating grin on his face, and he responded to her complaint with a shrug. 
	“We can put a blanket down,” he said, helpfully. Despite herself, Grace smirked at that.
	“God, you're incorrigible,” she said, “I didn't know you were such a horndog, little brother!” 

Managing to compose herself, Grace crossed her arms and regarded him.
	“Look, you wanna try to talk me into something questionable later, you be my guest,” she said, “But if I'm gonna cross a Cultural Taboo and have sex with my own brother for the first time... it's gonna be in a nice, soft bed, not on the kitchen table!” Shuddering incidentally from hearing her say those words, Sam raised his hands placatingly.
	“Okay, okay, I'll be good,” he said, even as he silently vowed to change her mind someday, “But, uh, speaking of which, ah... You about done with dinner?” Smiling eagerly at the question, Grace nodded.
	“Yes,” she said immediately, as she turned to glance at her plate. “Wait. Actually...” She grabbed the last two wontons left, immediately taking a bite from one and gesturing to him with the other. Sam nodded, she tossed it to him, and they took a moment to just enjoy some crab and cheese wontons, while each 'subtly' undressed the other with their eyes, convinced they were quite sneaky for getting away with it.

Soon, they stood, and Grace dutifully bussed her dishes over to the sink. Sam would have just wetted them, gotten them a-soaking, to make it easier to clean later, when they were Future Sam's problem, but Grace took a moment to properly clean off the sauce clinging to the plate. Sam joined her to help out, but there wasn't a lot of mess to clean up, Grace having been the only one who ate, so the relaxed female shooed him away from the sink. After putting the soy sauce back in the fridge in an attempt to feel useful, Sam took a moment to admire Grace's ass in those tight shorts. He thought about giving it a spirited groping, but he didn't want his sister to feel like he was pressuring her after he'd spent all that time with his hands on her earlier. So he just stood there, hands in his pockets, and enjoyed the view. 
	“Jesus Christ, you have such a nice butt...” he mused. 
	“I believe you mentioned that already,” Grace replied without looking, a smile in her voice. 
	“Yes, yes I did,” Sam confirmed, “But I didn't think I'd ever be able to say it without you hating me forever and getting a restraining order, so somehow, knowing all it does is make you smile that adorable little smirk of yours, I don't think I'll ever get tired of saying it.”

With the same happiness now shining through even stronger, Grace sighed unconvincingly.
	“What has the world come to? Plagues ravage the world, everybody's screaming at each other on the Internet, and I'm being sexually objectified by my own brother. Tsk, tsk, tsk...” 
	“Gracie, with all due respect, have you seen your own ass?” he replied, keeping his tone absolutely level, “Because I'd be happy to set up some mirrors for you...” Laughing quietly, the sound musical in her brother's ears, Grace shook her head. 
	“Incorrigible!” she repeated. Once again, she failed to make that sound like a bad thing.
Turning off the water, she turned around to face him, giving him a bedroom smile, and a hard shiver ran down Sam's spine, all the way to the base of his tail, and then back up to his head. Reaching out to take his hand, Grace began to lead him out of the kitchen without a word. Once they hit the hallway, though, the shapely femme looked over her shoulder at him.
	“You know I'm about to pay you back for all the teasing, right?” she asked, serenely. 
	“You are?” Sam replied in dumb surprise. 
	“Ohhhhh yes,” she confirmed, delightedly, “We'll see who begs this time, little brother...” Sam swallowed a small moan and shivered again. 
	“Holy fuck,” he muttered, “My body is ready.” Grace giggled at that, or perhaps it was at the way he couldn't stop smiling all of a sudden...

Realizing his heart was racing, Sam took a deep breath as subtly as he could, but it didn't help much. It was like the world was moving in slow motion as Grace – sweet, beautiful Grace – lead him by the hand down the hall towards her bedroom with her head held high and confident and her tail twitching with excitement. As she reached out to the knob, the nervous male sent a silent prayer to any higher powers that might be paying attention to their perverse explorations: Please, please don't let me fuck this up. As the mechanism disengaged, it was like the slow motion effect vanished as suddenly as it had arrived, and in the span of about two seconds, Grace stepped into the room, pulling her brother in after her, turned around to face Sam, and immediately pulled him into her arms. More than okay with this, Sam moved to meet her lips and kissed her, deeply and passionately, as she slid her hands under the back of his shirt and began to feel up his back. Sighing contentedly into the kiss, Sam carefully adjusted his stance so he could lift one of his hand-feet, reach blindly behind him with his leg until he found the door, and gently push it closed, as if they didn't already have absolute privacy. He clearly wasn't the only one thinking that way, as once the kiss ended, Grace took a moment to reach past him and lock the door. 

When Grace leaned back towards her original position, she gave her brother an inadvertent whiff of her natural scent, already tinged with the pheromones of her arousal, which in turn gave him a pleasant shiver. 
	“Okay,” Grace whispered, as the very tip of her tail twitched and flicked, betraying her outward calm, “Just for the sake of, y'know, clear communication... you're sure this is what you want, right?” Sam took a heartbeat to really ask himself that question, and he was not surprised by the answer. Without any hesitation at all, he smiled and nodded.	
	“Oh, God, yes...” That was obviously precisely what Grace had been hoping to hear, as she grinned widely and stepped forward. 
	“Good.” 

Without warning, Grace suddenly grabbed Sam by the hips and somewhat forcefully turned them around and shoved him backwards, hard, so that he fell back against her bed with a satisfying oof noise. The purple-haired capuchin stood above him for a moment, blatantly undressing him with her hungry eyes. Even feral, their species were omnivorous, but as Grace stood there, tall, powerful, and confident, leering at him with that eager smile, Sam couldn't help but think of a lioness examining her prize. He distantly wondered if he should be embarrassed that he kinda liked it. Before he could decide, Grace stepped forward and slowly climbed onto the bed, crawling over her brother on all fours. His heart racing, Sam just swallowed and submissively lay back until he was flat on his back and she was directly over him. He made a conscious effort to continuously meet her gaze instead of ogling her now free-hanging breasts. 

	“It's been so long since I've had a man in my bed,” Grace murmured, almost wistfully, the ghost of a smile on her lips, “I can still barely believe the next one is you, though.” Sam grinned widely at her.
	“Isolation does strange things to people,” he commented. Grace giggled musically, shaking her head and making her violet locks dance. 
	“I guess I can't argue with that,” she laughed, “C'mere, you...” Bending down, Grace roughly kissed her brother, who felt that the only way it could feel more like his mouth was territory she was conquering was if she planted a little flag in his teeth when she was done. As their tongues writhed together, Sam imagined himself grabbing Grace by the shoulders and rolling her over so he could be on top, but letting her steer the encounter was kinda turning him on, so he decided to let her keep going, to see what it was like when Grace Robertson had her wicked way with him. 

Bending down, Grace kissed him again, and he eagerly kissed her back – only to break it off again mere seconds later in order to gasp as his sister lifted one hand and boldly grabbed the bulge in his pants, giving his hardening penis a squeeze. Sam blushed, silently scolding himself for gasping. Grace had already taken his prick in her mouth, made him come on her face and chest. The fact that she was touching him should not have been a surprise at this late stage... Still, there had been times today when he could almost swear time was moving in slow motion, and it felt like this moment would never come. 

Grace's hand began to slowly rub up and down along his twitching, hardening shaft through his shorts, taking her time as he grew bigger in her hand. For his part, Sam just lay there and tried not to moan, giving her free reign to touch and play with him. When he reached half-mast, his sister stopped rubbing, much to his dismay, at least until she sat back on her knees and then reached out to his shorts. With the briefest glance to Sam's eyes, making sure they were both still on the same page, Grace unfastened his belt and opened his fly. Both monkeys found themselves watching intently as Grace pulled her brother's shorts down, exposing him to her sight once again. Sam couldn't get over the way she was looking at him, staring at his cock with such unveiled desire. He inhaled sharply as Grace abandoned his shorts at his knees and moved back up to his penis, taking his manhood in hand once more and continuing to stroke and squeeze while Sam trembled with pleasure.

As the eager male worked his legs back and forth, pushing his shorts further down until he could free his hand-feet from them, Grace made herself comfortable, lying down on her side right up against her brother, pushing her breasts against his upper arm as she continued to play with him, leaning in close until her lips were inches from his ear. 
	“That's it, Sammy,” she whispered, breathily, “Get nice and hard for your big sister.” 
	“Oh God,” he whimpered, closing his eyes, “I – I have such a weakness for dirty talk...” She let out a brief, excited laugh.
	“Well that's a fun little fact I'm just going to file away for future reference...” she teased, “Thanks for that, little brother!” 
	“Mmmph, p-please do...” he murmured shamelessly, as he felt himself throb again, leaking pre-come against his shirt. Grace just chittered excitedly and kissed him on the nose. 

Grace continued to rub and fondle her brother, her hand moving maddeningly slowly, as she nuzzled at his cheek, occasionally kissing or playfully licking him. Despite active efforts to try and seem comfortable and casual, Sam couldn't stop shuddering and squirming beneath her touch, helpless to resist demonstrating how good it felt. As he reached his full pride, Grace chittered softly. 
	“Mmmm, maybe I should be calling you big brother...” she murmured approvingly, and Sam mentally high-fived himself. It wasn't long before her hand slowed and stilled, though, and the younger capuchin sighed quietly, immediately missing the stimulation.
	“Hey, Sammy,” Grace whispered, stroking her free hand through his hair, “Tell me something... have you ever, ah... gotten yourself off using your tail?” Capuchins, both feral and morphic, were gifted with a totally prehensile tale that was almost as good as having a third arm. If Sam weren't already so flushed with arousal, he would have blushed again. 
	“What k-kinda question is that?” he asked evasively. 
	“Come on, little brother,” Grace replied, “Humour me.”

Sam desperately searched his mind for a lie that would get him out of this, but then he made the mistake of meeting his sister's gaze, and he knew that she would instantly see through any deception he tried to use on her. Swallowing, he averted his eyes.
	“Okay, okay!” he sighed, “I may have... experimented with my tail in the past, b-but I haven't done it since I was thirteen!” In retrospect, it would seem silly, but in the moment, Sam's more experienced 'big sister' instincts were stronger than his 'sibling with benefits' instincts, and so he expected to be teased without mercy about this. Instead, Grace just chuckled softly and scritched her fingers under his chin. 
	“Relax, Sammy,” she replied, “There's nothing wrong with that, I'll bet every monkey has done it at least once... It just means you're going to enjoy this.”

Before he had time to really parse that sentence, Sam inhaled sharply at the sensation of Grace's tail creeping up his leg, moving as if it were a warm, fuzzy snake. As he watched, eyes wide, it made its way from his ankle up his squirming leg until it reached his rigid cock. 
	“Oh! ...Oh, God...” he groaned, his hands balling up into fists and taking the sheets with them as his sister's tail curled around his treasures, coiling around his shaft and getting a firm grip of his sac before constricting and giving them a gentle squeeze. To Sam's chagrin, his prick immediately throbbed reflexively, a droplet of pre-come emerging from his tip and soaking into her fur. With a confident smile on her face, Grace sat up, letting go of her brother's manhood – with her hand – and began to use her tail to squeeze and stroke Sam's sensitive flesh. He moaned again, and Grace chittered to him.
	“Easy, now, Sammy, just lie back and relax,” she cooed. Raising her hands to her top, Grace peeled her shirt off over her head and discarded it, baring her breasts once more to her brother's eager eyes. 
	“Ohh, that's so much better,” she sighed, “that thing was starting to get sweaty...” 

Looking back down at Sam, Grace smiled warmly. At this point, Sam was making absolutely no effort to hide his desire for her from his facial expression, and he was pretty sure she liked it.
	“Now, where was I?” she murmured, moving back down to all fours.
	“Right where you b-belong,” Sam replied with a crooked grin, “In your little brother's arms.” He raised the aforementioned limbs helpfully, beckoning her closer. She chuckled to herself and crawled over. As Sam eagerly embraced her, kissing her hungrily, Grace slipped both of her hands behind his head, cradling it as she leaned her weight onto her forearms and kept her soft, perfect rump slightly elevated off the bed. The odd posture seemed to be because it made it easier for her to keep teasing him with her tail, but Sam barely noticed, as he'd closed his eyes to kiss her, and he rather liked the way she was toying her fingers through his hair. It felt... possessive. This boy is mine, and no one else can have him. 

Sam let his hands wander, exploring Grace's body. He traced the taut muscles beneath the fur on her back, making his way down her sides to take hold of her breasts, which swayed freely beneath her. Sam squeezed and kneaded the soft, soft flesh, as Grace shivered above him and moaned into the kiss, a sound which suddenly became slightly higher-pitched as he pinched her hard, crinkled nipples. She returned the favour by tightening her tail around Sam's penis, which made him shudder and grunt as he leaked some more pre into her fur. He was helpless to resist as the tail rubbed back and forth across his most sensitive spots, the fuzzy fur almost – but not quite – tickling as it teased against his skin, keeping him squirming under the maddeningly light, but nearly continuous stimulation. 

Breaking off the kiss, Grace nuzzled against his cheek. 
	“See? I knew you'd love it,” she murmured, giving his balls a gentle squeeze. Despite himself, Sam felt his hips thrust involuntarily upwards, aching for a more direct touch. 
	“Ohhhhh...” he moaned, shivering again. Her wording embarrassed him, and normally he would have defensively complained, but he was really getting off to letting Grace play with him as she pleased, so he just whimpered submissively and averted his eyes, distantly wondering how long this particular desire had been hidden inside him. Leaving her breasts alone for the moment, Sam trailed his hands through the thick, fluffy blonde fur on her upper chest until he reached her shoulders, at which point he reversed direction and slid his hands down her back until they reached her endlessly enticing rear, groping his sister's ass through her shorts. She churred approvingly and pushed back a little, pressing her butt against his hands as if encouraging him to keep going.

Running his hands over Grace's buttocks through the thin fabric, the trembling male chittered eagerly, squeezing and rubbing and giving his sister the fondling of a lifetime. To Sam's delight, Grace slowly lifted her butt higher off the bed as he continued to play with her, pushing against his hands even as she kept her tail down low to keep toying with her brother's hard, straining prick. When she had her rump held nice and high, Sam moved one hand up to the base of her tail, scratching lightly at the underside and making the furry limb twitch and spasm against his package. Taking a firm grip of her tail-base, Sam brought his other hand around to a few inches below it, and began to rub his sister's pussy. Arching her back, Grace moaned, the sound erotic music to Sam's ears, rolling her hips as Sam rubbed up and down along her slit through the fabric which had been heated by her desire for him. 
	“Yes...” Grace whispered, “Touch me, Sammy, touch me!” Shuddering for the millionth time that day, Sam groaned for reasons that had nothing to do with her tail. 

After less than a minute, Grace whimpered with need, and she let go of Sam's head with one hand, reaching back and – to his surprise – grabbing the wrist of the hand currently massaging her mound through her clothes. 
	“I – I'm sorry,” he mumbled, as she pulled his hand away, “I j-just can't get enough of you, I d-didn't mean to cross a line...” As he struggled for more words of apology, Grace brought his hand around in front of her – and then guided it to her waistband, slipping a very surprised Sam's hand into her shorts, then down into her panties. As Sam cupped his hand over his big sister's vulva, both siblings inhaled sharply, and Sam's eyes widened as he realized exactly how slick her lips were. 
	“I've barely t-touched you,” he observed, “You're really getting off to this...” Giving her head a toss to move purple hair out of her eyes, Grace laughed musically. 
	“Are you kidding?” she chuckled, “My sweet, sexy brother is putty in my hands... and other things. Of course I'm getting off to this!” At that moment, her tail gave his package a firm squeeze, and Sam arched his back and moaned.
	“Good, gooooood,” Grace cooed, moving her now-free hand underneath herself and toying with one nipple, “Moan for me, little brother, moan for me!” She giggled again. “God, I feel like such a pervert... I love it!” 

She bent down and kissed him again, and the Robertsons writhed against each other for several minutes, Grace using her tail to tease her brother's rigid cock and dangling balls, while Sam returned the favour by rubbing and teasing his sister's sensitive labia and clitoris. He wanted to finger her, to really feel her hot nectar running onto his hand, but he stubbornly refused to go any further than rubbing while she continued almost-tickling him with her tail instead of giving him some real stimulation. Unfortunately, Grace didn't seem to share his frustration. Her earlier moment of desperation behind her, she seemed quite content with things just as they were, kissing Sam deeply and eagerly, and rolling her hips to grind her wet slit against his hand. The intensely needy male moaned into the kiss with both arousal and frustration, even as he marvelled at exactly how magnificent a woman his big sister really was.

Eventually, Grace broke the kiss off, leaning far to one side so she could get a good view of her little brother's proud, rigid dick, which was by now drooling pre fairly constantly. 
	“Mmmm, it's nice to be wanted,” she chuckled, reaching down and dabbing one fingertip against his crown, then licking the pre-come off her finger as Sam watched raptly. 
	“G-Gracie, you're d-driving me crazy...” he said, trying to keep the whimper out of his voice, “It's g-gonna take four m-million years for me to c-come if you just use your tail!” He'd worded that very carefully, wanting to imply they should move onto something more direct without sounding like he expected it of her. Naturally, Grace smiled and suggested exactly the opposite. 
	“What's your hurry, little brother? It's not like we're in any hurry to go anywhere,” she murmured, using her tail to give him a squeeze, “I kinda want to find out how long I can keep you riiiiiight on the brink before you come, and we've got all night...” 

By now, Sam was wildly worked up, and his response to this was to moan with shameless frustration, putting his hands on his head as he shuddered yet again, unable to tell if his sister was just teasing him or if – horror of horrors – orgasm denial really was her thing.
	“Oh, Christ, please, you're k-killing me,” he pleaded, the pretense of not being desperate going straight out the window, “I need you, I'm dying for you, d-don't you know that? I've wanted you for s-so long, ached for you... You're the g-girl of my dreams, Grace, let me prove it to you!” To his surprise, Grace, who was clearly enjoying this, dropped back down to all fours, getting right in his face with a playful bedroom smile and looking him dead in the eyes.
	“Try calling me 'big sister',” she whispered with a wink, sending a sensual shiver down her lover's spine. 
	“Please, big sister...” Sam breathed, his plaintive tone sounding entirely earnest, “Let's... let's make love.” Grace beamed in delight, churring to him as she pushed up to a sitting position once again. 
	“You know, I never would have had the patience to edge you all night,” she mused, “...But I told you I would make you beg, little brother.” Somehow, even as he blushed a fetching shade of carmine, Sam couldn't help but smile.

Grace gave her brother's package one last tender squeeze, and then her tail loosened its grip, uncoiling from Sam's treasures and slipping down his leg, whence it came. The younger capuchin shivered at the sensation, but still let out a quiet sigh of relief as that endless light rubbing finally ceased and allowed him a little mercy. He took a deep breath to centre himself, then sat up, at which point the kneeling Grace fell back into a seated position and lifted one leg up to her brother's chest, her hand-foot catching his chin and scratching him gently under the jaw with toe-fingernails that were coloured the same shade of purple as her hair. 
	“I must admit, I couldn't have held out much longer anyway,” she murmured, “I need my tail free to get these awful shorts off... be a dear and help me with that, would you, little brother?” 
	“I thought you'd never ask,” Sam churred, only half-kidding. Reaching forward, enjoying the way Grace was watching him, he quickly unfastened her shorts and opened them up, shivering as his nose caught a hint of her arousal. This wasn't the right time for taking things slow and sensual, since now that she wasn't hiding it, he could tell Grace was about as eager as he was for the main event. 

Trying not to rush too obviously, Sam pulled the shorts down his sister's shapely legs and slightly moist tail, coincidentally running his palm over her calf as he went, and gently slipping the garment off over her hand-feet, which she'd courteously held out flat to make it easier. That done, he sat up straight and took a moment to just drink in the sight of his big sister, clad in just her panties, draped across her bed and looking at him hungrily. 
	“Come on, Sammy, aren't you forgetting something?” she asked, just a hint of impatience in her voice. 
	“Just making like a tourist and enjoying the view,” he replied cheerily. Bending back down, he returned for Grace's dark blue panties, which were of course absolutely drenched. Peeling them away from his lover's mound, Sam bit his lip, unable to look anywhere else as the gorgeous female's glistening vulva was exposed to his leering gaze once more. He leaned close enough that he knew she could feel his breath on her labia, but stopped just sort of licking her, enjoying that for a moment, she was waiting on baited breath for what he would do next.
	“...Goddamn. This is really happening, isn't it?” he mused aloud. 
	“Fuck yes it is,” Grace replied enthusiastically, and he couldn't help but laugh. 

Rather than immediately going down on her, Sam crawled up the bed and pulled her back into his arms, churring to her as she returned his embrace. He sighed contentedly as he nuzzled against Grace's cheek, enjoying the sensation of his sister's naked body pressed against his own. As his stiff cock rubbed against her pelvis, her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples teasing through his fur. Kissing her, Sam realized that he was really, fully happy for maybe the first time since the quarantine had started, now that all those lingering worries and fears had been checked at the door, now that he had Grace in his arms. The siblings continued to kiss and cuddle, their hands running all over each other, and the more they shared themselves, the more they craved each other. The motors of the simians were getting revved into overdrive with the attention they were lavishing on each other, and Sam couldn't get enough. He felt like he was high off of Grace; the feeling of his sister's fur against his hands, her scent in every breath he took, the pleasured noises she was making, all of it combined to make this one of the most sensual, most erotic experiences of the needy male's life. 

Taking things a step further, Sam let one hand slip down between his sister's legs. As he cupped her heated pussy, Grace broke off the kiss and moaned softly, shuddering against him.
	“Yessss...” she hissed, as her brother's fingers slipped inside her, rubbing along her inner walls and teasing at a sensitive spot or two. Sam inhaled sharply as she returned the favour, her slender fingers slipping around his dick and giving it a squeeze. Both of them writhed and squirmed together as they teased each other's most tender flesh. They kissed again as they continued to fondle and manipulate each other, but they only lasted about thirty seconds before breaking it off once more.
	“D-do you need it as badly as I need it?” Grace whispered. 
	“Oh my God, yes,” Sam sighed, “Can we...?” 
	“Yes,” the elder monkey replied, not waiting for the actual question, “I believe we can!” 

To Sam's surprise, Grace followed this up by rolling the two of them so that Sam ended up on his back. This evidently showed on his face, as the first time Grace glanced that way, she froze in place. 
	“Something wrong?” she asked, carefully. Swallowing self-consciously, Sam shrugged. 
	“N-no, not wrong, it's just, um... whenever I would, you know, f-fantasize about the two of us d-doing stuff together, I would be the one on top.” Grace nodded at this, then, climbing off her brother, she gestured to his rigid prick, as if he'd forgotten it.
	“Well, I was hoping we could do it cowgirl this first time,” she replied, calmly, “I sort of love being on top... is that a deal-breaker?” Deliberately letting his gaze drop to his sibling's naked breasts, Sam grinned slightly and shook his head. 
	“You know what, I think I can live with it,” he said, as Grace snickered, picking up what he was getting at. “But, uhh... can I be on top next time? I m-mean, if there is a next time, of course, I didn't want to just assume or anything, but –” Grace silenced him by placing a finger on his lips. 
	“Yes, we can do it missionary next time,” she said, matter-of-factly, “And yes, there's going to be a next time... well, unless this turns out really weird or embarrassing or you're deceptively bad in the sack or something.” She grinned widely and added “No pressure or anything.” Sam laughed, shaking his head as she got up into a kneeling position.
	“Gee, thanks...” 

The smirk melted away from Sam's face as Grace threw one leg over him and straddled his midsection. His pulse began to race as he watched the shapely femme reach down and take his cock in her hand, then move to position herself over her sibling's hard length. This  time, the acknowledgement between them, if it could even be called that, was barely longer than a glance to each other's eyes. They'd both made it pretty clear that this was what they wanted, and after the Robertsons met each other's gazes and nodded to each other almost imperceptibly, Grace began to lower herself. Sam inhaled sharply as he felt the wet heat of Grace's slit press against the head of his prick. Pausing there to adjust her legs, Grace took a deep breath. 
	“Okay, here goes nothing...” she muttered, as if she were psyching herself up. Sam couldn't really blame her; somehow, actual penetrative sex just felt more like incest than the fooling around they'd already done, like it was more 'official' somehow. Reacting on impulse, Sam reached out and took his lover's hand, giving it a squeeze, and when Grace met his eyes again, he realized there was almost a shyness in her smile, like she was grateful for Sam's silent support. That done, he kept holding Grace's hand as she let out that deep breath... and pushed herself down onto her brother's dick. The younger capuchin couldn't help but gasp out loud as he felt his prick slip between her folds and keep going, pushing deep into his big sister's welcoming pussy. 

Grace kept pushing down, taking inch after inch of Sam's cock into herself until she settled down on her brother's pelvis, having taken him all the way to the hilt in a single smooth motion. As he bottomed out inside her, Grace sighed with relief, but Sam was busy gasping and whimpering as her hot, wet inner walls enveloped his manhood, gripping him a little harder than he'd been expecting; he reminded himself of Grace's confession that her reputation was mostly exaggerated. 
	“Oh – oh my God, you're s-so fucking tight...” he groaned, shuddering beneath her. Grace didn't seem to notice, having closed her eyes as he went balls-deep in her channel. 
	“Mmmm...” she sighed, “Jesus fuck, it's been t-too long since I've felt this... since I've had a man inside me...” For Sam, in truth, it had only been about six months since the one-night-stand with that porpoise in the nightclub, so these weren't exactly foreign sensations, but something about who, exactly, he was buried in was making this feel exciting and new all the same. At the moment, of course, that was the last thing on his mind, as he was more concerned with the way Grace's vagina clenched down hard on his dick as she shuddered above him, raising her free hand to one breast and teasing her fingertip back and forth across her nipple. 
	“Nnngh, I'm so full, little brother...” the trembling female murmured, squirming atop him in order to savour the sensations between them, “I love how I c-can feel myself stretching around you...  Fuck me, I'm so turned on right now...” 
	“Th-that's the idea, remember, sis?” Sam managed to say, with a slightly tense grin, “B-but you're the one who's gonna have to do the fuckin' like this.” 

Opening her eyes and giving him a crooked smile, Grace flicked her head to get her hair out of her eyes again. Distantly, Sam began to wonder if having bright purple hair was distracting. 
	“Let me have this moment,” she said, “I've finally g-got a world-class dick inside me, and I'm going to savour it!” Sam groaned, feeling himself throb once inside her. 
	“If you keep t-talking about what an amazing prick I've got, you can savour all the m-moments you want!” he said, as she let his hand slip out of hers so she could fondle herself with both hands. For his part, Sam found his hands naturally gravitating towards his sister's hips, taking a firm hold of either side of Grace's pelvis as if she was his only anchor to reality. As he did so, the term 'child-bearing hips' flashed through his mind, and he flinched, banishing that thought with extreme prejudice.

After Grace had sufficiently savoured the moment (something Sam didn't really mind at all, since he was equally savouring the sensation of his lover's vagina rippling along his cock), she adjusted her position, bracing her lower legs against the bed, which made it easier to push herself up with just her thighs. Sam bit his lip as he felt the warmth pulling away from him, exposing his glistening erection to the room until only the tip remained inside his sister's  pussy. Pushing herself back down onto him, Grace sucked in a breath through clenched teeth and shuddered. 
	“Ohhh...” she sighed, as Sam grunted with pleasure, feeling his hand-feet twitching. After a moment, Grace began to move again, and this time, she didn't stop, riding up and down on Sam's rigid tool. 
	“Okay, it's official...” she whispered to herself, so quietly that Sam almost missed it, “I'm f-fucking my little brother...” A wide, toothy grin spread across her face. “Fuckin A.” Seeing Sam watching her face, the shapely monkey shrugged just a little self-consciously. 
	“I was... s-sort of worried that when we actually c-crossed this line, I might feel, I don't know, grossed out or something,” she admitted, “Turns out it's... actually really hot.” 
	“Of course it is, big sister,” he replied, emphasizing her title, “Of course it is...” He couldn't fully sit up with Grace atop him and leaning forward, so he just leaned up enough that he could wrap his arms around his lover to brace himself, and then latched his mouth onto one of his sibling's deeply enticing nipples, beginning to suckle and lick as she moaned. 

As she slipped her hand into Sam's hair to scratch behind his ears, Grace churred softly.
	“Yes, yes, suck my tits, I love th-that shit...” she murmured, “Christ, that's s-so good...” Even as she whispered praise to her lover, she continued to ride him, and Sam reeled at the sensation of the soft, perfect ass he had longed for slapping against his pelvis again and again as Grace drove herself down onto his prick, as her velvety walls enveloped his straining length, clenching down just for a moment each time he was buried to the balls. He had to lean away from her breast in order to gasp at one such moment when she twisted her hips to the side, and he could feel her tight, gripping channel rotating around his prick. 
	“F-fuck!” he cried, “Oh, Gracie, that's fuckin' amazing...” She laughed merrily at this reaction even as the hand on the back of Sam's head gently but insistently pushed him in the direction of the boob he hadn't been tending to. As he obediently took the hint and began to suckle on the neglected breast, his sister kissed him on the top of the head. 
	“Of course it is, sweetie, you're in bed with Grace Robertson!” 

Words fell to the side as brother and sister continued to make love as if sex were going out of fashion, replaced by a symphony of sighs, gasps, grunts, and moans, along with the occasional giggle. Sam let his hands drift down to Grace's ass and began to squeeze and fondle her rump in the least subtle way possible. As he switched back to the first teat he'd been suckling on, Sam felt emboldened by the moment, and lifted one of his hands, giving a rather surprised Grace a nice, firm slap on the ass. She cried out wordlessly, clenching down on him with her inner walls, but she didn't stop or even slow down, she just grinned at him and shook her head. By now, Sam was so worked up that he found himself instinctively trying to thrust into his sister, but lying on his back with Grace on top of him, it mostly just amounted to bucking his hips up against her. As the head of his prick nudged at one of her sensitive spots, Grace moaned again, and then she laughed.
	“God, I hate that it took me s-so long to realize that – nngh! – that teasing you and sh-showing off my body to you was t-turning me on...” she sighed, ”We could have been fucking for the whole q-quarantine!” Laughing at her candid complaint, Sam kissed each of her nipples goodbye and lay back down, leaving his hands firmly gripping Grace's ass. 

As the elder capuchin continued to enthusiastically ride her brother's cock, Sam felt more and more drawn into the act, as if they were being drawn into each other. Once again, all of his fears and worries about the world and the troubling state it was in faded away into silence, until all that was left in the world was his sister's beautiful body, writhing atop him and gasping with passion. 
	“Ohhh, Gracie...” he moaned, before remembering her earlier request and adding “This is amazing, b-big sister...” Sure enough, she shuddered, hard, and whimpered with pleasure in response as her slick walls spasmed around his prick. 
	“Hhnngh... g-give it to me, little brother, give it to me!” she groaned, picking up the pace a little, giving it a little more oomph as she drove herself down onto him. Now the bed was rocking beneath them, giving creaks and squeaks that struck the delighted male as almost cliché after years of pop culture using the sound as a joke. But Sam was more interested in the quiet slapping of Grace's rump against his thighs, in the wet, lewd noises as she moved up and down his stiff dick, in the way Grace began to grunt with pleasure each time she sheathed him inside her. 

When he glanced back up at her face, Sam inhaled sharply, finding her watching his own face with a surprising intensity. When their eyes met, she grinned wide enough to show off all her teeth. 
	“Is it everything y-you dreamed of, little brother?” she whispered to him. Shivering, he couldn't help but moan. 
	“Oh, f-fucking hell, it's so amazing, s-sis...” he panted, “You're r-ruining me for other w-women!” His sibling laughed delightedly, maybe a little harder than the moment really called for, but she was riding a sexual high at the moment, so he let it pass. 
	“You're s-such a little charmer, Sammy,” she chuckled, “No wonder you t– aahn! ...Talked me into dating you.” She pushed herself down on him fully and stopped for a moment. Sam immediately whimpered with need, embarrassing himself, but she ignored that, bending down so their faces were closer. 
	“Is that what you want, s-sweetie?” she breathed, “For your b-big sister to be your girlfriend?” Closing his eyes, Sam turned his head to the side. 
	“Y-Yes!” he blurted out. He just couldn't lie to her, not now. “God, I want you to be mine so f-fuckin' bad, Gracie, it's all I can th-think about...” 

She churred at this plaintive response, and he dared to peek out at her. Her eyes were narrowed, and she was grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat. 
	“Hmmm, honest w-with your feelings,” she observed, calmly, “I like that in a m-man.” Sam whimpered again, noting that being fully aware that Grace was playing him like a fiddle right now did not make it any easier to prevent it from happening. She didn't say anything else on the subject at that point, but as Grace started moving again, as Sam's hand-feet briefly clenched into fists from the pleasure spreading throughout his body. Meanwhile, the siblings' tails, which had been laying alongside each other this entire time, lifted up from the bed, coiling around each other into a snug, intimate spiral as the monkeys they were attached to made sweet, passionate love. Sam gave Grace's rump another playful swat, and once again, she yelped with a slightly embarrassed sort of pleasure as her pussy clenched down hard on her brother's erection. 
	“Sammy!” she protested. Her lover grinned up at her rather shamelessly and winked. 
	“You know you love it...” he teased. She frowned, but said nothing in response, merely gave him a Look and continued to ride his hard prick as it drooled a steady stream of pre-come into her depths. 

Showing a little mercy, Sam moved his hands from Grace's butt to her bust, grinning to himself when she sighed in relief as his hands slipped off her oh-so-spankable rump. She sighed for different reasons altogether as her brother's hands closed over her perky teats, massaging the soft, sensitive flesh as he pinched and tweaked her nipples betwixt his thumbs and forefingers. 
	“Mmmm, that's v-very good, little brother,” she murmured, leaning forward to press her breasts against the hands that fondled them, “I love it, d-don't stop...” 
	“Actually, wait a s-second, let me try something,” he said, “You're gonna like this...” letting one hand slip off its boob. The elder monkey immediately groaned in protest, but she changed her tune when that hand slid down the front of her torso, fingers trailing through her pelt, until it reached the point of their joining. Keeping his hand pressed against her body to make it easier to match her movements, Sam began to rub and stroke his sister's stubby yet sensitive clit, teasing the nub of flesh as its owner arched her back and cried out wordlessly in pleasure. 
	“Oh! Oh, yes, yes!” Grace laughed. 
	“What'd I t-tell you, big sister?” he said, quite proud of the effect he'd had on her. Picking up the pace again, beginning to push down at him with even more effort than before, Grace moaned. 
	“You're right, I d-do like this,” she panted, “Just k-keep going, I'm getting c-close...” 

Once again, Sam was going to make his big sister climax after longing for her for so many weeks, the taboo of it burning in his mind the whole time. The very idea of this had an enervating effect on the eager male. His fingers began to move faster, one hand going back and forth between Grace's tits, the other rubbing and groping her tiny, stiff love button as it throbbed against his fingertips. He felt like if he gave Grace, this vision of simian feminine perfection, the orgasm she deserved, he could die happy. The purple-haired capuchin didn't exactly fail to noticed her brother's sudden burst of enthusiasm, and after moaning out an 'Oh, fuck!' that made her lover tremble with excitement, she adjusted her position to return the favour; Grace braced her hands on either side of Sam's head so that she could use her arms and legs to drive herself back onto Sam's dick, again and again and again. Each time her pelvis met her brother's thighs with a soft plap sound, it was with enough force and enthusiasm that Sam could feel his ballsack swinging up to gently smack against her ass, something which didn't provide much actual stimulation, but was a lewd enough occurrence to turn him on all the same. 

Soon, brother and sister were working themselves into a frenzy, writhing and trembling together, their fur glistening with sweat as they rutted energetically. The Robertsons took advantage of Grace's new posture to kiss hungrily, for her face was now conveniently much closer to Sam's. The pleasure had been building inside Sam for a while, and now he was struggling to keep it contained, feeling the point of no return getting closer and closer each time Grace slid down onto his dick. Breaking off the kiss, Sam whimpered.
	“Ohhh, big s-sister, I – I'm getting s-so close...” he moaned, “P-please, please let me c-come inside you...” The nearly delirious male wasn't quite thinking clearly, but the parts of his brain that still functioned remembered how obviously she had enjoyed it when he begged. Sure enough, Grace gasped as she shuddered hard atop him, a sensation he rather enjoyed.
	“Nnngh! ...If you th-thought I was g-gonna let you – ah! – let you p-pull out, little b-brother, you're c-crazy!” 

With a lusty moan, Grace resumed driving herself down onto her brother's cock, a series of wet slaps ringing out in the room as she went-all out for the final stretch. With her chest moving about so much, Sam abandoned her boobs, moving his hand back down to her hip and holding on tight as he felt the moment of truth rapidly approaching. 
	“Oh God...” he moaned, “Oh, Gracie, I – I'm almost there...” Sure enough, he could feel every muscle in his body beginning to tense up. 
	“Do it, little b-brother, do it,” Grace whispered, her voice low and breathy, “Come inside me, Sammy, d-don't hold back, give me everything y-you got!” She clenched down quite hard  as she was pulling back off him, and he cried out as he felt her pussy lips squeeze along with her walls, trailing along his shaft as she pulled back until just his crown was still within the promised land. Then, after holding there for just a heartbeat, Grace reversed direction, slamming back down onto him and sheathing his rigid cock within her one more time. It could have been all of it together, of course, but if it was any one thing that pushed him over the line past the point of no return, it was the words she'd cooed in his ear, lewdly encouraging him to do exactly what his male instincts had been screaming at him to do for the last few minutes. 

Taking his hand off her hip and wrapping his arm around her, Sam hugged Grace tight, holding her right where she was, with his dick fully buried inside her. He tried to tell her that the moment was upon him, but only stammered like an idiot. 
	“Oh God, I – I – I...” Grace understood what he was trying to say anyway, and she immediately grinned and hugged him back, clenching down again as Sam arched his back beneath her. He let out a strangled cry of ecstasy as all the pleasure that had been building up inside him finally rushed forth in a massive explosion of bliss, the orgasm spreading through his entire body and leaving his nervous system tingling in its wake. His hard prick began to throb and spasm deep within Grace, spurting hot, creamy jism in perfect time with the ripples of pleasure moving through him, flooding his sister's tight pussy with his seed until it spilled out around his tool, drooling down towards the sheets. Whimpering out loud, shuddering his way through his pleasures, Sam nuzzled against his lover.
	“F-fuuuuuck...” he moaned, “Oh... oh, b-big sister... I l-love you...” Whether she was set off by those words, by the hand that continued to rub and stroke her clitoris, or by the sensation of her brother ejaculating copiously inside her, Grace yelped and tensed up above him, joining the younger capuchin in climax. Grinding against her lover and hunching over, the shapely femme moaned with bliss as she came, as her pussy began to ripple and flutter along Sam's dick, milking even more simian semen out of him and prolonging both of their pleasures.
	“Ohhhh, little b-brother...” she breathed, rolling her hips against his pelvis and against the hand still tenderly manipulating her love button. All concerns further away than the bed beneath them were fully and totally gone from their minds as brother and sister clung to each other, gasping and whimpering as they shared the experience of having one of the most powerful orgasms they'd experienced in a long, long time. 

The two monkeys writhed and squirmed and shuddered together as they came and came, but all good things come to an end, and so eventually both siblings slumped down against the bed with a sigh, absolutely, completely spent. Sam's head was spinning more strongly than it had since the merry-go-round incident when he was eleven, so he just closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his sister's warm, sweaty body atop him. Reaching up, he limply wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the way every single inhalation was full of her natural scent. It was almost like Grace was a blanket that he had wrapped himself in, and now he never wanted to come back out. With that ridiculous metaphor wandering through his mind, Sam chuckled quietly to himself.
	“Jesus...” he whispered, “It really happened. It really, actually happened.” 
	“Mmmm... I'd say you hit the jackpot, Sammy,” Grace murmured, without moving an inch. He laughed tiredly in response.
	“Damn, no kidding!” he chuckled, “You're... that was amazing, sis. Maybe it's just because I'm a pervert, but I've never enjoyed sex more.” Turning her head to the side, Grace kissed him on the cheek. 
	“You're my pervert now,” she said, hugging him a little tighter for a moment, and Sam felt the faintest submissive tingle down his spine.

They lay there, holding each other as their heartbeats slowed back down, as their breathing calmed, just savouring the relief and contentment of their afterglow. 
	“I love cuddling like this,” Grace whispered, “Holding you, kissing you...” she paused to plant another smooch on Sam's cheek. “...Feeling you going soft inside me...” He stirred slightly as she clenched down on his cock, which was indeed slowly going flaccid. The elder capuchin lifted her head and sighed quietly. 
	“But most of my exes weren't exactly the cuddling type,” she said, “I've... I've missed this.” Nuzzling against her brother's shoulder, Grace let out a long, deep breath through her nostrils. 
	“Thank you, Sammy,” she murmured, teasing one finger through the fluffy blond fur on his chest, “It was amazing for me, too.” 

A short time later, the Robertsons rolled away from each other, both of them shivering just a little as Sam's soft penis slipped out of Grace. Their eyes met and they smiled as they found themselves still stuck together by their tightly coiled tails. As Grace gently pulled hers free, Sam found he immediately missed the sensation. Flopping down next to her brother, the tired female sighed contentedly. 
	“I really, really needed that, eh?” she murmured, stretching, “This year has been so assy so far, and I didn't really notice how stressed I was getting until something took the edge off.” 
	“Mmm, I know exactly what you mean,” Sam replied, “Somehow, it's hard to be freaked out over all that...” Here he gestured vaguely to the curtain-covered window, something the two of them had taken as shorthand for all the terrible things going on in the world lately. “...When I've just had the best lay of my entire life.” Grace chuckled at that, as she sat up and looked down at herself. 

The shapely female snickered as she took in the mess that had been made of her pelvis and thighs. Reaching down, she pressed her fingers against her labia, finding them quite wet with semen when she pulled them back. Rubbing her fingers together, Grace smirked.
	“God, there's so much...” she murmured, “I know for a fact you had an orgasm just earlier today, you shot it all over my goddamn face! How did you still make such a mess this time?” Grinning a little self-consciously, Sam shrugged and rubbed at the back of his neck. 
	“M-must have still been a little backed up after not jacking off for almost a month,” he said. Licking her fingers clean, Grace lay back and made herself comfortable. 
	“That was really hot, though, gotta say,” she added, “You didn't even ask if I was on the pill or anything, you just begged me to let you come inside, God, how could I say no to that?”
	“Wait, you're not on the pill?!” Sam blurted out, sitting up. Taken aback, Grace blinked. 
	“Wh- Oh! No, no, sorry!” she replied, raising her hands in a placating gesture, “I totally am, it was safe, I j-just meant that, um, when you didn't ask, and then you even called me 'big sister' when you asked if you could finish inside... well, it really turned me on, okay?” She averted her eyes.
	“Now you're making me feel like a pervert in the less fun way,” she muttered. Having calmed down in the seconds that had passed since the misunderstanding was cleared up, Sam reached out to her.
	“Don't be like that,” he whispered, “C'mere...” 

Taking the initiative, Sam gathered Grace into his arms and pulled her close, nuzzling against her cheek as she settled in next to him. He closed his eyes and tried to memorize the way it felt to have his sister, naked, in his arms. As they just lay there in the cooling evening, he felt Grace touch his leg with one finger-toe, which began to trail up and down his lower leg before sliding down to his own hand-foot. He smiled silently as he felt their finger-toes slip together and entwine, 'holding hands' with entirely the wrong limbs. They continued to hold each other as they lay together, small smiles still lingering on each of their mouths. After a time of just listening to each other breathe, Grace swallowed and broke the silence.
	“Sam? Can I confess something?” she asked, softly. 
	“Sure,” he replied immediately. He had no real idea where she was going with this, but felt it was important to be supportive either way.
	“I kind of... don't want the lockdown to end,” she whispered, studiously avoiding eye contract in favour of closely examining her brother's shoulder. “And I know that sounds terrible, because people are getting sick out there, and everything is closed, but... even though things are kinda horrible out there, things are actually kinda nice in here.” Sam chuckled, but before he could say a word, she gave his chest a light slap which made a pleasing sound without actually hurting. 
	“I don't mean the sex, you pervert!” she chided, before correcting herself and adding “Well, not just the sex, anyway...”

She sighed, and this time she met his gaze, seeming troubled. 
	“I feel like I've been putting on a front in public for years, like I'm pretending to be someone else,” she said, “All just to reassure myself that I'm still 'cool'... As if that was something that could be fucking measured...” Grace began to drag her fingers through his thick blond chest fur, leaving neat, even furrows, like a freshly-plowed field. 
	“But ever since we had to stay home, ever since I stopped seeing my friends and co-workers all the time, it just feels like I...” She visibly struggled to find the right words for a moment, and then Sam reached up and brushed the backs of his fingers against her cheek. 
	“...Like you can just be yourself?” he suggested. She nodded gratefully. 
	“I don't feel like I have to hide anything around you, like I don't have to prove anything to you, I can just... chill. And I'm a little worried that if – when – things go back to normal, I'll have to go back to being someone else again.” He hugged her tighter for a moment.
	“You don't have to prove anything to me,” he confirmed, quietly, following it up with a kiss to his sister's nose, “And Gracie? You don't have to be anybody you don't want to be. Not with me, not with anybody.” She made a small, high-pitched noise that her brother found adorable and incredibly attractive, and kissed him on the cheek, snuggling in even tighter. 
	“Thank you, little brother,” she whispered, “It's nice to hear someone else say it.” 

Moving his hand down to the small of her back, and resisting the urge to fondle her butt at this important moment, Sam churred to his lover. 
	“Everyone online is worrying about how things might just be like this from now on,” he said, “They're calling it 'the new normal'. Well, I don't believe things are gonna stay this bad forever, but maybe changing things up a little isn't such a bad idea, eh?” He kissed her on the lips, softly and quickly, not lingering for any fun. 
	“Maybe we can do something like that, maybe your new normal can be managing mutual funds like a boss, being yourself around your friends, and fucking your little brother at home.” 

Grace laughed delightedly at that.
	“I like the sound of that, Sammy,” she replied, “But are you sure your rep can stand being associated with someone as boring as me? I mean, mutual funds...” She grimaced as she uttered the words, as if they tasted bitter, and Sam chuckled at her ability to keep a straight face while being silly. 
	“Well, that's why we're keeping it secret, you see!” he replied, much to her amusement. They kissed, briefly, and then Grace sighed, surprising Sam by nuzzling against his chest and using the fluffy fur on his upper body like a pillow. 
	“Mmmm... I feel so close to you, Sammy,” she whispered, “I haven't felt this close to someone in a long, long time.” Stroking his fingers through her purple hair, Sam swallowed, feeling a spreading warmth in his chest as she said those words so earnestly.
	“M-me too... big sister,” he replied, softly. She smiled at that, and then glanced over at the alarm clock next to her bed. 
	“It's late...” she observed, “Um, do you think that... that you could maybe stay here tonight?” She averted her eyes. “...I don't want to feel alone again.” 
	“We don't have to be alone anymore, Gracie,” Sam replied, “Of course I'll stay.” 

Brother and sister reluctantly separated long enough to head to the bathroom and brush their teeth, then they put the lights out and returned to the bed, where Grace stretched out comfortably as her sibling tugged the sheets up to cover their naked, sweaty forms. It felt like it had been four million years since Sam had spent the night with someone else, and he found himself letting out a long, quiet sigh as Grace cuddled up to him, sounding as totally relaxed and content as he felt. 
	“Goodnight, big sister,” he whispered, closing his eyes with a smile. 
	“G'night, little brother,” she replied, as their tails sought each other out and once again began to coil together. And so, with their tails firmly entwined, the pair of capuchins drifted off to sleep, their minds free of worry for the first time in weeks, maybe months, and their hearts warm and filled with each other. The world outside was in a troubling time, and the path ahead was uncertain and grim. But if this was going to be their new normal, supporting each other emotionally and helping each other through their problems, then Sam and Grace Robertson were going to be just fine.