Max wasn’t really sure what had woken him, but when he looked over to his bedside table he saw that it was approaching 2 a.m. Then, just beyond the dim display, he saw something which piqued his curiosity. Speck was up on Lucy’s bed like normal, but he was a little further down than usual, closer to the foot of the bed when he normally slept right alongside Lucy. But this wasn’t really what caught Max’s attention. Rather it was the fact that Speck’s head was lodged firmly between Lucy’s legs and as Max looked on he could hear the sounds of the Mightyena’s tongue lapping over some wet surface.

It was around this time that Max’s penis began to flag and like so many mornings recently Max found himself sporting a rather insistent stiffy. While this was certainly of interest to Max, his attention was split between the pleasurable pressure in his crotch and Speck’s still unexplained behavior. On the one hand he wanted to know what Speck was up to, but on the other hand he almost felt like he shouldn’t interrupt whatever was happening between his sister and their ‘mon.

His curiosity overcoming him, Max whispered, “Hey Speck, what’cha doing over there?”

He knew of course that there would be no answer forthcoming, but he was still surprised by the speed at which Speck sat up from Lucy’s crotch. As Speck sat up and turned towards him, Max saw the glint of the large ‘mon’s eyes against his large dark furred body. Now fully invested in solving this mystery, Max moved to turn on the bedroom light. However, as he approached the lightswitch near the door he wondered what his mom would do if she happened to see the bright overhead light on at such an hour. Max felt like he should maybe not involve his mother in this matter, at least not while he was sporting an erection. Moving back towards the bedside table that sat between his and Lucy’s beds, Max flipped on the smaller lamp. All this time Speck had simply observed Max’s movements.

With the light on now, Max was able to get a better sense of what the situation was, though it didn’t really clarify much for him. In her bed, Lucy lay in much the same way she normally would, sprawled out on her back, sheets cast aside with an over large t-shirt and nothing else. Max’s family would never be called nudists, but his mother and father had taught him and Lucy a healthy respect for the human body. For Max, nudity was just something that happened. A necessary part of bathing and a comfortable part of sleeping. Lucy, likewise, had never been reticent of wearing clothes, but generally preferred to wear fewer at night. As such, Max knew that Lucy and his mother had different parts from him, a vagina where he had a penis and scrotum, but this information had never particularly occupied his thoughts. However, now as he approached Lucy, Max found that he was paying particular attention to those physical differences.

If someone had asked Max why he stared so intently at his sister’s crotch, he might have told them it was just where Speck had been licking at and he wanted to know what was happening. If that same person were to watch Max in the moment of his approach, however, they might notice that his penis, which had begun to droop as Max focussed more on moving around the bedroom, had once again hardened, the tip in particular seemed to flare in time with his heartbeat. 

With her legs spread out just a bit more than normal, Max could clearly see Lucy’s crotch. Again, while it was not an entirely new sight to Max, he found himself paying closer attention to the fold between her legs. Now just a foot or two away from her, Max saw that the fur around Lucy’s vagina was lightly glistening in the light from the lamp. Leaning closer, Max confirmed for himself that this was indeed what Speck had been so intent on licking earlier. Max caught a whiff of the earthy smell that he always associated with Speck’s mouth, usually smelled most clearly after a wrestling match that typically ended with Speck licking a giggling Max’s face.

Almost without thinking, Max reached out his hand as though to make certain that his eyes weren’t playing tricks. As Max moved, Speck made a huffing sound which brought Max’s hand up just shy of the fur above his sister’s crotch. Max realized that he’d basically forgotten Speck was still in the room, but now found himself eye to eye with the large ‘mon.

“Why were you doing that?” Max asked, “Does Lucy know?”

As if to answer him, Speck licked his lips and turned his gaze back towards Lucy’s half-naked body. Max was pretty sure he knew what that look meant. He’d never been quite as close to Speck as Lucy, but he knew the Mightyena was quite intelligent and could communicate rather effectively when the mood struck him, though this usually took the form of nuzzling and whining as meal times drew close. Speck turned to look Max in the eyes for a moment, and then apparently assured that Max was placated for the moment, Speck dipped his head back down and continued his ministrations. 

As Max looked on, Speck dragged his tongue over Lucy’s crotch repeatedly. While the idea of licking someone in a space so often associated with the bathroom confused Max, he was quite sure that Speck had no such concerns and indeed the Mightyena seems quite pleased with the activity. The long and slow movements had a particular rhythm to them, pressing deep near the bottom, but spending a great deal of time near the top. Max could just make out a small area at the top of his sister’s vagina, just a light pink nub nestled in the fold of skin, that seemed to be the focus of Speck’s attention. 

Having gotten over the initial surprise of the moment, Max’s thoughts began to wander, first and foremost to his penis which he now realized was fully erect. This was different from what he woke up to in the morning, it was more insistent and it didn’t seem to be going away. It would have been embarrassing if anyone else was around to see it, but Max was fairly sure Speck wasn’t going to tell anyone. Max reached down and grabbed the skin just beneath the tip between his thumb and forefinger. Here, where it was a little bit loser, Max had found it was pleasurable to rub, and the bit of pressure seemed to enhance that pleasure. He’d only just started playing with himself in the last month, usual just before bed or right after he got up in the morning. He’d tried using the palm of his hand to rub the length of his penis, but found that this was more tiring than pleasurable. Often pressing his hips into the mattress was able to relieve some tension, but this gentle pinching was the easiest thing he’d tried so far.

Now that his fingers had started their gentle circular rhythms, Max turned his attention to Lucy. He knew she wouldn’t wake up, but he still felt he had to be sure that she was fully asleep. Max didn’t figure Speck was doing anything painful, and he’d certainly tried pinching Lucy enough times to know that she was not easily roused once asleep. As Max looked at her, he noticed that Lucy’s breathing was a little heavier than normal. Again moving closer, he saw that her face and neck were just a little bit flushed and that one of her hands was gripping the blanket beside her. Then there was a sudden pulse through her body and Max heard the faintest sound, almost like a whimper. Turning his attention down again Max saw Speck slowly extract his tongue from somewhere between Lucy’s folds. Beneath her Max could see a not insignificant amount of liquid on the sheets and, fearing she’d wet the bed, he reached out to push Speck’s head away.

The ‘mon let out another huff, but didn’t resist, instead shifting his position to Lucy’s other side. With the way clear, Max leaned in again, now slightly annoyed that he might have to call his mother to wake up Lucy and get clean sheets. However, as he leaned down he noticed that there was no smell of urine, and indeed that what he’d first assumed was a puddle was more reasonably sized, not the kind of thing that required a visit from mom after all. During all this, Max’s hand had not stopped its gentle tugging on his penis.

Now was when Max became aware of his unimpeded view of his sister’s crotch, as slick and shiny as ever. Pausing for a moment Max thought back on what he’d just witnessed and realized he had some questions. Questions which Speck couldn’t answer, and which he felt too embarrassed to go to his mother with, like why was Speck doing that? What was that shudder Lucy had given? And where had Speck stuck his tongue? Max suddenly realized that he could answer at least one of those questions right now. Without any more thought than that, Max slid onto the bed, almost exactly where Speck had lain moments ago. This meant he had to give up on his penis and the pleasurable feeling for the moment, but Max was too curious to let that stop him.

Now situated, Max reached out with both hands to the fur around Lucy’s crotch. Using the pointer and middle fingers of each hand, Max gently pulled the soft skin apart to reveal the object of Speck’s recent attention. As Lucy’s lips spread apart, Max found the scenery more complex than he’d expected. First of all there were another smaller set of folds within and beyond these were several key features. The bump he’d scene earlier was there at the top, but then below it were two holes, a smaller one just below the bump and a more significant opening below that. This, Max assumed, must have been what Speck had shown such interest in. Now looking directly at it, Max could see that a small amount of liquid was trickling out of this larger hole, though he still didn’t smell pee. Starting at the top, Max first played with his sister’s nub, but found that aside from a few twitches from his sleeping sister, there was not much of interest. Moving down to the smaller hole, Max pressed with a small amount of force, but the hole was much too small for any real penetration. With no luck on either of these first two areas of interest Max continued his descent. After a little more external looking, making sure there weren’t any other nooks or crannies he’d missed on first inspection, Max decided to explore this deeper hole a bit more. He could only assume there was something particularly interesting about this one given Speck’s prior approach.

Max had always been somewhat of a hands on learner, and now he put those skills into practice. Readjusting his left hand so that it was holding Lucy’s lips apart, Max began to insert his index finger slowly into his sister. The first thing he noticed was that there was not much resistance. His finger, wet with whatever mixture of fluids were present, quickly slid out of sight and into Lucy’s body. Once he’d gotten up past the first knuckle, Max began to notice that this was not a stationary hole, but that the walls of Lucy’s vagina were gently and rhythmically squeezing his digit. The smoothness and gentle rhythm of Lucy’s vagina seemed to guide his finger deeper into the silky warmth. Now with most of his finger inside his sister, Max decided that he really needed a better look inside this mystery hole. Again readjusting his position, Max pulled gently upwards on Lucy. At this, Max felt the gentle squeezes intensify, now pulsing across the length of his finger. It was a singularly unique sensation for Max and he felt his own arousal beneath him with a touch more urgency. 

It was then that Max had an idea. This certainly had been a night for ideas, and as with all the others, he began to act without much thought. Max was starting to put together that warm, smooth, and vigorous things, like hands, fingers, and bed sheets, felt rather nice on his penis and that before him was a hole which was offering all three of those pleasant things. It seemed instinctual, but more properly Max was simply feeling desperate for some release, an end to this pleasure that wasn’t going anywhere. And now here before him was something which would in all likelihood provide a solution to that problem.

Max levered himself up onto his knees and began to scooch closer to Lucy’s inert form. To his right Speck was watching intently as the young boy approached his sister, penis in hand and a mixture of curiosity and desperation on his face. As he drew flush with his sister’s crotch, Max’s knees started to push her legs further apart. This gave him a better view of her vagina, but now he was faced with the issue of positioning. At first Max tried to sit down, like he would on the ground at school, but found that this angle made it difficult for him to move his penis as it was now pointed towards the sky and pressing it lower was rather uncomfortable. Instead Max found that, once again in his kneeling position, he could lift Lucy’s legs over his own, raising her hips just a little bit. Now better situated, Max reached down and pushed his penis up against Lucy’s crotch. As his shaft came up against his sister’s folds he was struck by the feeling of exquisite warmth that spread across his member. This sensation alone was something unique in Max’s limited experience, and he rubbed his penis back and forth against her slit for a short while, her juices spreading over his shaft in a pleasing way. His fingers began to slide across the wet skin as he continued pressing up against Lucy’s vagina, but Max still felt the need for more, a great need for comfort and pleasure and so he again gripped his shaft and began searching for that deep, mysterious hole. 

It only took a few seconds of adjusting before Max’s tip caught, and without hesitation Max pushed forwards and into his little sister. The sensation was astounding, with almost no resistance, but a significant amount of squeezing pressure, Max found himself panting as he was enveloped. Once more he felt his sister’s walls pulsing around him, but now it was so much better. Where his finger had noted the oddity of this undulation, his penis could appreciate the ways that those slick walls applied pressure all along his shaft in ways which kept him aware of every passing second he spent within Lucy. Not really sure what else to do Max continued to press inwards, luxuriating in the sensations. Finally, he reached his own limit as his crotch came to rest against his sister’s, now flush. 

Having reached this point and not entirely sure what to do next Max turned his attention back to his sister. From this angle he could see her face, which was gently scrunched, as if in mild discomfort. Turning his head Max saw Speck lean up towards Lucy’s and begin licking her cheek, the kind of loving licks he deployed when Lucy was upset. Max saw these things, but found himself unable to take any other course in that moment. He began to pull his hips back, withdrawing just a bit from his sister’s body. With this simple motion, a new wave of sensations filled Max’s mind, and alongside this a wave seemed to undulate within Lucy as her body reacted to his movements. Now with some sense of how to proceed and with his breath hitching as each moment brought new and more pleasant sensations, Max began to rock his hips back and forth. 

As he moved, Max noticed that there was now more liquid leaking out from around his penis, which was beginning to slick his crotch and drip down onto the bed. For some reason that Max couldn’t have explained in words, this observation made the whole experience that much more exciting. Now over-stimulated, Max began to move even faster, which corresponded with more intense rippling sensations coming from Lucy. Max began to make gentle whimpering noises as his breath caught in his throat. He felt a sensation building in his penis, one that was almost like an intense need to pee, it was the same need for release, but it was a kind of ecstasy rather than discomfort.

Max felt he had reached some peak, and building up speed, he slammed his hips forwards into his sister and felt something let go inside. All of a sudden it was like he couldn’t move. Where Max had not felt entirely in control before, he now felt as though he had left his body and was simply experiencing sensations. On top of the indescribable pleasure he was experiencing, Max now felt something flowing out through his penis. It wasn’t pee, but something else, something that was warm and thick and brought with it a sense of completeness. Max knelt there in front of his sister, panting and straining to push forward just a bit more, but also feeling a kind of contentment. After what felt like minutes, but was in reality only a few seconds, Max felt the flow of this mystery fluid slack and then quickly stop. Inside Lucy he felt himself twitching, still experiencing flashes of that peak, as her vaginal walls continued to contract gently around him. Now feeling drained of energy, Max slumped down onto his sister’s sleeping form, where he rested for just a moment, collecting himself as he felt his penis begin to soften, falling out as he lost rigidity and length. When he was able to catch his breath, Max sat up and began to examine Lucy.

The first thing he noticed was a much more significant puddle than before had formed beneath Lucy’s hips. Liquids were slowly dripping out of her used hole, now more opaque and almost cream colored, where before they had mostly been clear. Max suspected that this was at least partially his doing. He leaned in to sniff at the mixture, just to check again that there was no pee, but the liquid smelled similar to what he’d detected earlier. Looking up again, Max saw that Lucy’s face had returned to a more serene state, and that Speck was now looking directly at him. Max found it hard to meet the Mightyena’s stare, though he wasn’t sure exactly why, it wasn’t shame exactly, but more a sense that Max had crossed some kind of invisible line, and now Speck was the only other one who knew. It was at this point, with his heart rate coming back to a normal range and his breathing returning to normal, that Max began to feel immensely tired. 

Heavily, Max slid back off Lucy’s bed and back to his own. As he lay down, Max heard Speck shift behind him and when he turned around Speck had resumed his position between Lucy’s legs. As he looked on, Speck began to lick once more at Lucy’s entrance, though Max could tell from the way Speck moved his head that he was more interested in the contents of the hole than the nub at the top. With that last scene in his mind, Max reached over and turned off the lamp, plunging the room once more into darkness. As Max lay there in his bed he heard Speck continue his ministrations and he reflected again on this new experience. Max was excited about the potential of doing this again, but he also felt like he’d just done something that was well outside of his ability to comprehend. That sense of fulfillment and emptiness was somewhat comforting for the inquisitive 11 year old, and his thoughts returned to his sister and her mysterious hole as he drifted off to sleep.