Brandon rolled groggily, pinning his sister and she groaned.  He wound up face down and draped across her stomach at an angle with nose buried into an armpit.  Soft, beige, coyote fur bristled up his nose.  It was damp in spots, stiff and crusty in others, and all musky with the scent of rampant, uncontrolled sex.  His morning wood was bent to an uncomfortable degree by her arm as he slithered off her.  A few splotches of half-dried cum glued them together at the hip.  It was like ripping Velcro, audible and painful, but it was a hazard to their incestuous debauchery, like the nicks and scrapes that came to cubs who climbed trees and played sports.  He freed himself without Veronica’s help.  
	“Fuck!  That hurt!”
	“Where’s Derek?”  He peeked over the edge of the bed, thinking he might have fallen off in the night, and not woken up.  It happened often enough with three growing, sexually exhausted cubs on a twin mattress.
	“I don’t know, why don’t you go and look?  Or better yet, forget about him and put that little cock of yours to use.”  Veronica arched her back, spread her legs and yawned.
	Brandon stared at her sticky cunt, open and leaking cum.  Most of it belonged to himself; Derek had spent most of his seed in him, which he could feel gumming up his backside.  He imagined that his behind glistened just like his sisters cunny did in the muted light filtering in the curtained bedroom window.  
	Being the good, horny younger brother that his siblings were teaching him to be, he mounted her, sliding right into her vagina, all in one stroke, with expert precision.  In spite of being four years older than him, she was almost as tight as Lenore rather than loose like any of the older friends that Derek brought home and ordered them both to have sex with, and that’s all that really mattered to him.  Brandon thrusted with wild abandon, shoving deep, avoiding steady rhythms.  He pinched her nipples and tickled her sides and chest, just the way she liked, though she would never admit it.  Veronica shuddered, climaxing, then climaxed again before the first wave finished massaging him.  She moaned loudly and near continuously from the moment of penetration, diminishing only when she came.  
	“Hey, since when did you fuck without me?”  Derek demanded, swaggering into the room as naked as the two of them and pushing back the curtains.  
	“Since anytime you aren’t pounding my puss.” Veronica threw a pillow at him and then resumed her obnoxious moaning.  
	Brandon peaked; something about his siblings fighting turned him on fiercely.  Veronica’s salacious moaning waned as she came again, and gripped him between her knees as he emptied his little, six year old balls into her for the fifth time since mom and dad left for one of their increasingly frequent three day weekend mini-vacations.  
	Breathing hard, Brandon got off his sister and observed his handiwork as his brother had shown him by using his fingers to spread her labia and check seepage and gape.  Bright morning sunlight illuminated the slimy, semen soaked V her thighs and crotch formed, and the sloppy, wet erection he used to make it.  Another couple drops of cum dribbled onto the sheets.  He looked at Derek, tail wagging.
	“Good job little bro.” he said, nodding and amusing himself from his desk chair by stroking himself.  The oldest at fifteen, his cock was comparatively enormous.  How did his brother handle the monstrosity that made him shiver and sore?  
	“Mom and Dad called and said they’d be home early,”  Derek said, nonchalantly smearing pre all over the head of his dick.  Brandon marveled at how steady a pace he could keep no matter what he was doing.  “They’ll be home sometime after lunch today, so we don’t have the kind of free time to fuck as usual.  I already canceled some of today’s appointments.”
	“What?  Why?”  Veronica asked, pushing herself into a sitting position against the headboard sourly, but also watching him play with himself and playing with her messy pussy.
	“They said the motel sucks so they’re gonna come home straight from their morning ‘activity.’”  Derek rolled his eyes.  “But that’s not what matters.  Things need to be clean before they get home or there’ll be big trouble, and we can’t rely on a specific time like usual.  We probably have a little time, but we can’t afford to waste any of it.”
	“Oh good,”  Brandon said, still hard and wondering whether he should mount his sister again, or go and suck on big brother’s dick.  He split the difference and shoved his muzzle into Veronica’s vagina and started slurping the mess he’d just put there back out.
	“Little bro’s wasting no time,”  Derek said approvingly, and stood.  “Neither will I.  You two can sneak around after they get home, but I don’t want to deal with getting caught with one of you again.”
	Brandon reached for his brothers cock and stroked it.  Veronica took his balls into her muzzle and sucked on them lustily.  Just a few tugs, he didn’t even look at what he was doing, and several long, thick streams of hot teenage spunk showered them and the bed.  It was hot and gooey and it made him shiver, soaking into the side of his face, shoulder, and arm.  It dripped into his eyes and muzzle as he licked more cum out of her and it joined the taste of them both in his mouth.  It was as close to heavenly as flavor got, except for anything sweet.  His little prick beat a shadow of an orgasm against the sheets, leaving a thin trail of pre to join the sea of fluids already soaking them.
	“Go fuck somewhere else,”  Derek said, rubbing the last drops of semen into Veronica’s neck like a pearl necklace, then grabbed the corner of the bed sheets.  “I gotta get these cleaned before they get home.”  
	Begrudgingly, both stopped and got off the bed and pranced provocatively around the room, groping and fingering each other and their older brother as he worked the sheets and blanket free of the mattress.   He held each to the light in turn like a victory banner, a testament of their abundant fornication.  
	“Wow.”  Brandon said, echoing Veronica as Derek held up the last sheet.  All the linens were wet and cummy, but the bottom sheet was dominated, drenched and spread over a third of its area.  Smaller damp splotches and lines with little blobs of congealed jizz dotted from corner to corner, and in the larger central spot by reflection of sun off the drying sperm that hadn’t made it in, on, or had since leaked out of one of them... or been deliberately sprayed over it.  He could tell which lines were his; they were shorter, thinner, less glossy and clustered at the top of the giant wet spot.
	“Wow indeed.  We nearly covered this thing in cum and pussy juice and it hasn’t even been a whole day yet.  Absolutely wild.  I don’t think my entire polycule could get this much coverage if we tried.”
	Brandon didn’t know what a polycule was, but he thought it had something to do with the teens and cubs he brought over for them to have sex with whenever mom and dad were gone for the weekend.  He didn’t let it bother him, instead worrying over his sister grabbing him by the dick and dragging him out of Derek’s bedroom by it, past the bathroom and down the stairs, and into the living room.  His cock was just a tad sore from all the fucking, and he wanted her to stop and do some needed cuddling on the sofa; but the trip didn’t end until they moved past and entered the kitchen.  
	Brandon waited, standing just inside the doorway where Veronica left him, watching her make a big bowl of cereal, put it on the table with one spoon, and pull out the chair.  How uncommon of her to do something nice for him.  He was immediately suspicious of it.
	“Aren’t you hungry?”  Brandon asked.  
	“Yes.  You’re gonna feed us dummy.  Now sit down.”
	Brandon climbed into the chair and grabbed the spoon.  Veronica climbed into his lap.  His penis slid easily and naturally into her.  Cum dribbled out of her cunt and slicked his thighs and balls.  She gyrated in his lap, and the obnoxious moaning started straight away, leaving him to wonder just how she planned to eat if she was fucking herself senseless and wouldn’t shut up while she did it.  Reaching the bowl wound up being a greater concern with her bouncing in his lap, as was keeping milk and cereal on the spoon.  But after the third try, he got it with some food to his sister’s muzzle.  She slowed and quieted enough to slurp the offering, and started moaning as soon as she’d swallowed.  The gyrating didn’t come to a complete stop at any point.  The next spoonful, this one to himself, was a little easier to manage.
	This new situation just didn’t do it for him.  The concentration needed to keep from spilling food everywhere sapped any potential from it, but he still liked watching Veronica squatting on his penis, as she sank down on it, disappearing from top to bottom between the lips of her dripping vulva and then reappearing from base to tip.  The drops of stale semen and fresh pussy juice cascading over his little balls was enjoyable, and he did allow himself a few moments here and there between bites to try and to snatch greater enjoyment for himself.  He could tell by the lack of his sister’s regular climaxes as he fed himself and her that is wasn’t working any more for her than it was for him, but she never let up.  Experience told him not stop her.  
	Veronica kept going for a minute after the last bite, then gave up.  She let him out of her cunny, but only to turn and face him, then shoved herself back into his lap.  Brandon abandoned himself to the throes of sex and chased the faint traces of orgasm she stirred while they ate.  In a rare display of affection, she took his muzzle in her hands, touched their noses together, and then took him in a deep kiss.  
	Brandon seized on Veronica’s advances, nuzzling and kissing passionately.  To him it was integral, a necessary part of the experience.  He thrusted harder.  The need for intimacy went largely unfulfilled, and he missed his sibling’s caresses from when they first started showing him the ropes two years ago.  He desperately craved more of that intimacy.  Neither of them appeared to care for it anymore, opting for the raw, tempestuous, carnal action of penetrating and being penetrated; cumming, and being cummed in; fucking, and being fucked.  He rewarded his sister with harder, deeper thrusts and the biggest load his balls could give, most of which dribbled right back out and dripped onto the chair and floor.  He couldn’t stop shivering.
	She went silent as she came, and collapsed over him, using him as a cushion and trapping Brandon until her panting stopped.  The velvety softness of her pussy on him was wonderful and the smell of sex stimulating, which made up for being stuck in a chair under her.  He hugged her, affectionately nuzzling her chest and neck, grateful.  It was a rare treat to slip out of her naturally as he softened too.  His legs went numb, but it was a small price to pay for extending the cuddling.
	Derek walked through the kitchen to the laundry in the garage, carrying a full hamper, with a cellphone pinched between his shoulder and ear.  He was semi-hard, cock swinging pendulously, a slower, more erotic sway than that of his tail, which spoke only of business and getting it done.  
	“You better clean that mess,” he said as he shouldered the door open.  “I’m not cleaning that too.  And when you’re done, go hop in the shower, I’ll join you both in a minute!  No, no, sorry, not you.  Talking to my whores…”   He hooked the door shut with a paw behind him.
	Veronica slid off of Brandon’s lap, for which he was both sad and immensely grateful.  As she got off, he thought he saw a tear, but she left without a word or a backwards glance, sperm matting the fur on her inner thighs.  Sighing, he waddled to the sink, standing on tiptoes for the paper towels and wincing as the pins and needles feeling in his legs flared, then faded.   Brandon returned to the chair and cleaned up the mess.  Thankfully, wood and tile was easy to clean.  When he was done, he looked at the door through which Derek had gone and was thankful that of all the messes he had to clean, at least he didn’t have to do the laundry; he was still too short to reach the dials even with the step stool.  

	Brandon stood and listened to Derek through the door as he called friends and canceled plans before being drawn away by the need to get clean.  Running water and Veronica’s moaning enticed him up the stairs, tired cocklette twitching to life against the chill of drying pussy juice and excessive sex as he marched up the stairs and into the bathroom.  The mirrors were already fogging and the textured glass shower door was nearly opaque with hard water stains and droplets of watery jizz.  He could barely make out Veronica’s bedraggled brown outline with the massaging shower head pressed against her gluttonous cunt and enjoying another climax as she used it to douche.  He left the bathroom door open a crack for Derek, then clambered inside.  
	Veronica’s eyes were closed, breathing slow and deep, brows furrowed as she focused, finding the right spots to spray.  Brandon wondered if any of the water actually made it inside, or if it all just fountained upward, carrying away seed and splattering it everywhere.  The pressure clearly spread her labia, and it must’ve felt incredible to make her moan like that.  It didn’t feel that good when he used it on his butt or on his penis.  He crouched and watched; vaginas, for all his hands on experience with them, were still a mystery.
	The bathroom door snapped shut and Derek slipped into the shower behind him.  His cock was large and erect, and the space in the shower was limited.  It rubbed right up against the middle of Brandon’s back.  He rose without though and pressed backwards into, spreading his cheeks.
	“Look at little bro, he wants it!”  Derek said, laughing.  Veronica joined, while Brandon, burning and humiliated, let go of his butt and straightened.  
	“S-stop, he muttered, but neither paid it any mind.
	Derek knelt, reached around, and fondled his penis, which was stiffening in spite of the humiliation, independently anticipating sex.  Even upset, his brothers big, soft hand stroking it was nice, and he pushed backwards into him.  The chuckling calmed as he settled against him and allowed himself to be molested.
	His brother’s large cock hot-dogged between his cheeks.  The seeping remnants of semen eased the friction enough to feel almost pleasurable against the bare skin of his tailhole.  Veronica put the shower-head back in its cradle, knelt in front of Brandon, and pushed the hand away.  She engulfed his cock in her muzzle and began sucking gently on it, nursing it more like a baby does a rubber nipple than a proper blowjob.  It was nice, but never more, and was probably why Derek always chose him for a quick suck.
	The head of Derek’s giant dick spread him open.  It was gentle and smooth, as far as a cum-only anal penetrations went, but it was still uncomfortable to be hilted in one motion by that monster cock without preparation.  He missed the days when his brother would gently finger him open then enter slowly.  He considered himself lucky that he was still somewhat stretched from last night, and that he was given time to relax before rutting.  When he was ready, he signaled by tapping his hip, and the pounding began.
	An explosion of pleasure rocked Brandon as his brother’s massive tool mashed into then slid past his prostate, but there was pain too, when it bottomed out.  He grunted, and his pelvis was thrust into Veronica’s muzzle.  She was knocked onto her ass and slid to the far end of the shower, where she held her muzzle, hurt.  There was gonna be a bruise from that on her nose and lip, and on his crotch too.  Derek laughed at her, but at least patted her head until she pushed his hand away.
	Brandon hoped she would start sucking on his cock again.  Even if she wasn’t good at it, he still appreciated her warm mouth.  His cocklette was twitching and forlorn, bouncing in the humid air when there was a perfectly good spot for it to be.  The belief that cum not in or on someone was wasted was a shared ideology fucked into them by Derek.  As his brother pounded his bottom and he got closer and closer to an orgasm, he grew more worried that it would be wasted on the shower floor.  They’d get in trouble if she didn’t do something quick.
	He was in luck; Veronica either recovered, didn’t want to incur their brother’s ire or just couldn’t bare letting it go to waste.  She got on her hands and knees and engulfed his penis just before he came.  There was only a little bit.  He was well drained, and even his youthful vigor couldn’t keep up with the demands of them both.  Derek on the other hand, had plenty left to give.  The abundant gift of seed left him hot, sticky, and leaking.  
	Derek pulled still spurting and turned his little brother around, ripping his dick from Veronica’s mouth and touching their penises together, spending the last virile ropes over his erection and into his foreskin.  Thick, viscous strands bathed it and slopped onto the floor.  His sister spun him back to face her and slurped the mess up like a wet-vac.  The elder brother put his dripping dick on the younger’s shoulder, and Brandon took the tip into his mouth and suckled the last drops from it.  It was salty and bitter and tasted like ass, but he growled happily as he serviced it like he’d been taught, sucking on his brother’s behemoth until his jaw grew sore.
	He was pushed away soon after.  Derek pushed past him and bodily lifted Veronica from her knees and away from her administration of his dick, and pulled her down to the spray end of the shower.  Derek squatted behind her and pulled her onto his cock with the rough authority of an owner.  
	She slipped onto it, making it disappear like a magic trick.  The moaning started right away as was her want, interrupted with rhythmic gasps at the bottom of each thrust from taking a cock meant for someone older.  The force of each thrust came muted through the pouring of the shower, and could be seen in the way her belly bulged just the tiniest bit.  Derek pounded her like a machine; Brandon worried the water might go cold before they finished.  Long before the end the moaning stopped and Veronica came.  
	Silent as ever, Derek’s orgasm was invisible to anyone who didn’t know what to look for, like the twitch above his right eye, the tightening of his balls, or the explosion of white that spread outward from their union.  Their sister came again.  Her contractions forced more of the cum out and it dripped over his balls, splattered onto the floor and was washed down the drain.  Brandon came closer and licked the semen off his brothers testicles.  
	Suddenly Veronica gasped.  “No!  Oh no, no no no!”  She struggled to get away but Derek held her in place.
	The cum and water over Derek’s balls turned sour.  Brandon slipped onto his butt, backing away as fast as he could.
	“What’s the matter, Brandon?”  He asked, as the trickle of white turned pale yellow.  “Don’t like piss as much as cum?”  
	“No!”  Veronica frowned, resignedly played with her clit. 
	“No.”  Brandon echoed, but grinning.  He stood up and got as close to his sister as he could.  He hosed her down, spraying urine over her muzzle, and tracing down her jawline to her neck, and over her nipples.  He held the stream over each one for just a second.  Moving on, he drenched the rest of her belly, and finally to her crotch, to drench her pussy with it and let it mingle with the stream flooding out of her.  She gave up trying to get off, and hung limply, hands at her sides, as the boys finished emptying themselves into and on her.
	
	The three cubs cleaned fast after that.  There was still a lot to do; everywhere they had sex was gone over a second and a third time.  The bed linens were put back on the bed.  Lunch was made.  Brandon did most of the work while Derek and Veronica fucked each other senseless anywhere they didn’t have to worry about leaving discoverable messes.  
	Brandon was jealous, but it was just how it was; he did most of the clean up while his siblings rutted and strutted, but he’d get his revenge.  He jerked off into a pair of each of their underwear and left them next to each other where they could be found by their parents.  He also had the luxury of knowing that unlike his brother, he and Veronica could get away with fucking under their parents noses much more easily, and got in less trouble when they got caught.  He wished he had more confidence to stand up for himself during their sexcapades, but he found his enjoyment where he could, and got his revenge when applicable.  And with his new friend Lenore, at least now he got to have sex on his own terms once in awhile, and that meant a lot, and he was resolved to treat her better then his siblings treated him.
	Late that evening, they sat in the tree house in the backyard, her muzzle buried in his crotch, teaching her how to give a proper blowjob.  He guessed Derek and Veronica got their own form of revenge leaving a puddle of assorted juices soaking into the old couch they had up there for him to discover and clean, but that could come whenever he and Lenore finished having sex; for now, he just let her explore his cock while he listened to his parents yell at his siblings for the evidence he left in Dad’s study.  He would call it even, though he knew he’d get the ass fuck of his life first chance they got.  His parents would call it abuse, but if he enjoyed it, did it really count?