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 Author: Tobias Foxx
Title: Breaktime Shorts 2
Part: BTS 02
Summary: A timed writing exercise 'money shot' quickie.
Keywords: Furry, Mf, inc, preg

   37 min Tiger Incest

   ------------------------------------------------ Stories in this series
are simple timed writing exercises.  As the series title suggests, they are
written during my breaks at work.  As such, most will be very short,
rushed, and lacking all but the most basic character building. 
Essentially, they'll mostly be "money shot" quickies.  I hope you enjoy
them.  ------------------------------------------------

   He lay with his sister, he fourteen, she eight.  She'd had another of
her nightmares, had been having them since their mother died six months
back.  The shrink said they would go away in time, but the only thing that
ever seemed to help was sharing his bed.  He didn't mind so much except for
the fact that he rather enjoyed masturbating before bed and allowing the
post-orgasmic somnolence to steal him off to sleep.  For the past six
months, he had missed out on that pleasure for fear his sister would catch
him in the act or wonder at the mess afterward.  Added to that was the fact
that she had come into heat last week.  His lack of self-manipulation
combined with the pheromones she was putting out left him rather pent up.

   It was therefore understandable if he had a raging hard on as he lay
there in the wee hours of the morning, her much smaller body snuggled up to
spoon against his stomach, the teasing heat of her needful sex pressing
against the tip of his throbbing erection.  Thoughts came unbidden into his
mind, naughty thoughts, dirty thoughts.  The young tiger knew he should
banish them, but in his half dozing state he gave up trying.  Instead, he
simply buried his nose in her scruff as he held her tight and inhaled her
delicious scent.  He felt his shaft flex and jump as his nostrils flared.
Seemingly of its own accord, his tongue slipped forth to lap at her neck
fur, tenderly grooming her.

   He froze when she made a sound but quickly realized it was purring.  He
could feel the gentle vibration of her body against his.  It was such a
soothing sound, one she hadn't made in half a year.  He let himself relax
further, dropping more of his guard.  She wiggled in his arms, snuggling
closer, and her nether lips parted around the pointed tip of his shaft, her
burning inner folds pressing against his hard flesh.  He let out a soft
hiss as his hips gave an involuntary thrust, his tip stroking through her
slit, barbs scraping over her tender flower, catching momentarily upon her
immature clit.  He began to purr himself, her soft moaning causing him to
twitch once more.

   But he held himself still.  It was wrong.  She was asleep.  She was his
sister.  She was in heat.  She was too young.  He was going to roll away
from her, slip out of bed, and creep to the bathroom for some relief, but
she wriggled again before he could.  Through no fault of his own, he felt
his head catch in her entrance as she scrunched lower.  He gasped at the
heat and pressure, his hips thrusting again, his entire tip lodging within
her, barbs and all, eliciting a kittenish mewl.  He lay there, teeth
clenched tight, eyes wide, maleness throbbing, fully awake now.  He waited
until he felt sure of his control over his body before he began to pull
back, hissing at the sensation of his barbs tugging at her inner walls.

   Then she clenched.  It was a small thing, only a slight increase in
pressure, but his hormone driven body took it as an invitation, thrusting
inward once more.  He felt momentary pressure against his head, and then it
was gone, her tunnel giving another clench.  He realized that he had just
taken her virginity.  He struggled with himself for several seconds before
heaving a soft sigh.  In for a penny, in for a pound.  Slowly, his hips
pressed forward until his entire length was seated within the smaller
feline.  Her gentle purr had become a rumble, and he could fell the
boat-motor vibrations both within and without.  As he pulled back, she
squirmed against him, squeezed around him, let out a tender moan of
pleasure.

   He could barely stand it, the heat, the pressure, her scent, her
wiggling, her moans.  He let himself go, driving into her fast and hard. 
He lasted only three rough thrusts before holding himself hilted deep
within her as six months worth of seed unloaded into his little sister.  It
seemed like it would never end, gush after gush spurting forth until he
felt it running back out to coat his fuzzy sack.  Finally it finished, and
he lay panting softly, lazily grooming her scruff as darkness clouded the
edges of his mind, pulling him off to sleep.

   Before he drifted off entirely, he thought he heard her mumble, "Love
you, brudder."