The warm, flaxen light of the sun flooded through the second story
windows of the Tokarev home. Klara shifted in her sleep as she felt the
warmth on her face, and slowly opened her cool blue eyes to the world.
She slid out of bed and stretched, clad in nothing but a pair of simple
cotton panties. Her blinds were open, but she didn't particularly care
if someone were watching through the window.
The young husky turned and began making her bed, humming quietly to
herself as she did so. Today was going to be a very special day, for she
and her brother were no longer pups. It was the greatest saturday of
her life, she had finally ascended into adulthood!
She opened her door just a crack and peeked out into the hallway; all
clear. She stepped out with a neatly folded bath robe pressed tightly to
her chest. She took a couple of steps to the side and rapped softly at
Aleksandr's bedroom door; two knocks, then three, then two, their secret
code. A code that said it was time to wake up, but that he was free to
lay in bed and play with himself without a parent pestering him.
Klara made her way to the bathroom and started the shower -- nice and
hot. She stepped under the stream of water and turned a couple of times
to get all of her fur wet. She slid her paws up and down her sides, then
cupped her own breasts with a murr. It was saturday -- she didn't have
to be anywhere in particular, so she could take her time in the shower.
Everything would be perfect, and later that night she and her brother
would become adults together, in the best way. She closed her eyes and
thought of him, her paw sliding down her tummy and between her legs.
Aleksandr lay in a field of wildflowers, Klara sitting on his belly and
caressing his chest, both of them as nude as the day they were born. She
whispered something to him, but he couldn't hear it -- her voice came
so faintly that the wind obscured it, but he read her lips easily enough
and smiled. They shared a gentle kiss, their tongues embracing as she
reached between his legs and cupped his...he was suddenly torn out of
the surreal paradise with a soft snort by seven knocks in a familiar
sequence.
He sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes groggily; as much as the twins had
in common he didn't often share his sister's love of the morning. Once
his eyes had once more adjusted to the wakeful world, he looked down to
see the tent in his sheet and grinned a little. "Good morning, old
friend," he said, "I know the routine as well as you do, but today is
special...you'll have to wait until later for a massage, but it'll be
worth it, I promise." He shut his eyes and concentrated, feeling his
length retreat back to its sheath.
The sound of running water was quite relaxing -- in fact, Aleksandr had
almost fallen asleep again as he waited for Klara to finish bathing.
Once the water shut off, he dragged himself out of bed and rummaged
through his dresser for a pair of boxers. He checked the hallway to be
sure his parents weren't standing around upstairs, then stepped out and
waited beside the bathroom door. After about ten minutes it swung open,
allowing the hot steamy air to escape. Klara stepped out, clad in only
her robe, with her fur still a bit damp. They exchanged a chaste kiss as
they passed, and the door soon shut again so Aleksandr could bathe in
privacy. Not that he'd mind company, but it could all too easily lead to
awkward and impossible to answer questions if they were discovered.
Klara's eyes caught something that had evaded them before; beside the
staircase, a note was taped to the wall. She pulled it free and felt a
smile spread across her muzzle as she read.
Kids,
Your father and I stepped out for a bit to make some last minute
preparations. We won't be back until this afternoon, but there's money
on the counter if you want to order a pizza or go out somewhere. Happy
birthday, we both love you very much!
<3 Mom
P.S. Aleksandr, if you eat some Cheez-Its, please put them back in the
cabinet when you're done! I'm getting tired of searching all over the
house for them!
Klara giggled and stuck the note to Aleksandr's door so that he would
see it. They wouldn't have to wait until tonight after all. It was
perfect, now they wouldn't have to worry about their parents
investigating creaky bedsprings! She slipped into his room and sat on
the bed, crossing her legs and waiting for him.
It wasn't long before the water shut off, and not much longer after that
until Aleksandr opened the bathroom door. He made sure to check the
hallway again before going back to his room; he didn't want to be chided
by his mother again for walking around in his underwear, but combing
his fur and getting dressed in the cramped bathroom with only a small
wall mirror was such a god-awful inconvenience.
He paused momentarily at his door and looked at the note. Was it new? It
must be -- he didn't remember shutting his door on the way out. He
pulled the paper free and read, a smirk forming on his face. A welcome
change of plans was in order. He was a bit surprised to see Klara on his
bed as he entered his room, but the surprise was a pleasant one.
"Tsk tsk tsk, don't you know it's rude to keep a lady waiting?" she said
playfully, "But we don't have to wait anymore dear brother, our torture
is over..."
"Right here?" Aleksandr asked.
"Well, we can do it in my room if you prefer," she said, "It doesn't
really make much difference, does it? Our beds are almost as identical
as we are..."
"No, I mean, why the bedroom for the first time?" he elaborated, "Don't you remember our first kiss, when we were twelve?"
"Yes...one of my most cherished memories," she said, closing her eyes
and smiling, "Valentine's day, was it not? There was a party at school,
but we only got valentines cards from each other. It didn't matter, it
only made the decisions of that day easier. We held hands the whole way
home, and mom was out running errands when we got there..."
"And you said 'Aleksandr, I always want you to be my valentine,'" he
continued, "We sat on the couch, but instead of turning the TV on I
kissed you on the cheek. The way you blushed was so cute..."
"I got you back though, I kissed you right on the lips!" she giggled, "I
feel giddy just thinking back to that day. You're right, our first time
should be on the couch!" She stood and embraced her brother tightly,
sharing another tender kiss with him and then nuzzling close to his ear
to whisper, "Race you downstairs."
The two huskies bolted off toward the staircase, they were quite evenly
matched for speed thanks to their time together on the school track
team, but Aleksandr had been closer to the steps. No sooner had he
cleared the last step, Klara threw herself at him, snaring him in
another tight hug. He spun with her, and the two of them giggled while
nuzzling one another's faces.
"We should close the curtains, so no one can look in," Klara suggested.
They quickly set about pulling the curtains closed, then a bath robe and
a pair of boxer shorts hit the floor. There were some birthday cards on
the coffee table -- one each from their parents and a few envelopes
that had been sent in by more distant relatives and hidden until the
morning, but the cards were ignored. The twins embraced once more,
sharing their first naked hug in a very long time. They both gasped in
unison as Aleksandr's sheath pressed lightly against Klara's labia.
"Make yourself comfortable, I'm going to get something to set the mood,"
Aleksandr said softly. They pulled away from one another and Klara sat
on the couch. It was the first time she had felt the fabric of the sofa
against her bare fur, and it was a little strange.
Aleksandr returned a few short moments later with two glasses of clear
bubbling liquid. He handed one to Klara and sat beside her, they took
turns sipping from each other's glasses. After the first few sips, Klara
began to giggle.
"You know it's just 7 Up, right?" Aleksandr said with a warm smile.
"I don't care, the bubbles are tickling my nose and I like it!" Klara giggled.
Once the make-beleive champagne was all gone, the glasses were gently
dropped to the plush carpet and the twins began to kiss once more. Lusty
paws roamed across nude bodies -- exploring, caressing. Aleksandr broke
the kiss after a moment and moved to her neck, nuzzling and nipping
softly with his teeth to coax cute little gasps from her. His attention
moved even lower, to her ample breasts. Her nipples were painfully hard,
but the wet warmth of his tongue soothed her ache.
Klara squirmed and moaned softly as her brother moved his head back and
forth every minute or so, giving each of her stiff nipples equal
attention. She reached down to fondle his large, heavy balls, and
blushed lightly as his growing erection brushed her wrist. "Aleksandr,
please, no more teasing," she begged, "I am more ready for you now than I
have ever been. Take me..."
She pulled away from his loving attentions and laid back on the couch,
spreading her legs wide. Aleksandr eagerly got into the position,
rubbing the head of his cock against her hot, moist lips. She shuddered
and moaned, rocking her hips gently and grinding right back.
The twins gasped out in unison as Aleksandr pushed forward just
slightly, sinking his tip into his sister's tight orifice. He pushed in a
little deeper and started to rock back and forth, going just a bit
further with each stroke. He mated her slowly, gently, lovingly, and the
room was filled with their moans and murrs and whimpers.
Alyona finished loading the trunk -- enough soda, ice cream, disposable
cups, plastic utensils, and paper plates for all of the guests, and a
big store-bought cake. The twins had insulted her baking skills for the
last time! She looked at her watch and smiled; it was just after 11 am
and she was already finished with her part in the preparation. Viktor's
part would be longer -- he was busy setting up decorations in a building
they had rented at the park. She would help him when she dropped off
the rest of the supplies, though, so they would be finished early
anyhow.
Viktor was making pretty good time on the decorations, even more so
because a few family members had shown up early and decided to help out.
Banners, balloons, streamers, and a pile of gift boxes that would only
grow larger as more guests arrived. He intended to see his children
spoiled the way he never was, just like every year. Suddenly, the door
opened and an attractive red-head husky female came in. She was
struggling to carry six grocery bags and a cake. He hurried over and
took her burden, giving her a soft kiss on the nose.
"Go ahead and pick up the twins, dear," came Viktor's thickly accented
voice, "We will probably be finished before you get back."
"Those pups are probably still sleeping," Alyona said with a smirk.
"They are not pups any more," Viktor said proudly, "Our darling children
have grown up on this day! I think they will not have gone to bed at
all from the excitement!"
"I don't know about that, I can't see Aleksandr putting off a chance to
sleep in on Saturday for anything -- he takes too much after his
father," she joked with a playful wink, "I'll be back!"
Aleksandr's pace had quickened considerably, his paws tightly gripping
his sister's ass as he bred her enthusiastically. Klara's dull claws dug
into his back as he pounded his maleness into her again and again, a
sweet sexual cocktail of their mixed natural lubricants dribbled down
the crack of her ass as he stuffed her. No fit could be more perfect,
but he had waited too long to try and tie with her and his knot had
already grown too large to fit inside. The big bulge smushed up against
Klara's outer lips with every thrust, and she started to tighten up as a
climax approached.
Alyona hummed softly as she walked up to the side door leading into the
kitchen. With just a couple of quick motions, the door was unlocked and
she was inside. She shut the storm door behind her, but left the wooden
door open. An odd series of noises greeted her as she entered, though. A
steady, repeated thumping, and a series of whimpers and growls. She
wondered what it might all be about as she walked toward the living
room. The twins always got along so well, they couldn't really be
fighting could they?
The curtains were all closed, the living room was quite dark. Something
was happening on the couch, but Alyona couldn't tell what and the noises
were only getting louder. She flipped the light on and gasped sharply,
she felt as though her heart had stopped from the shock. They didn't
notice her presence, and with tightly shut eyes they didn't realize the
lights had come on. In the close proximity, Alyona could even hear the
lewd, wet sounds of sexual fluids trapped between the surfaces of their
genitals as they made love.
For a few seconds, she was completely paralyzed. This couldn't be real,
it simply couldn't! The voices of the twins soon rose into howls of
orgasm, a simultaneous shared peak. Aleksandr pushed in as deep as he
could, his rod pulsing as he fired his load deep into his loving sister.
At the same time, Klara's tunnel flexed and pulled wildly, milking him
for every drop.
The howls were enough to snap Alyona out of her daze. She turned the
light off and quickly fled to the kitchen. She hugged herself to stop
the trembling and began to hyperventilate a little. What the hell did
she just see, and how much vodka would she have to drink to un-see it?
Aleksandr and Klara held each other close as they came down from their
climaxes, each of them panting hard from the workout. They basked in a
beautiful afterglow, embellished with nuzzles and kisses.
"Happy birthday Klara," Aleksandr said softly, "I love you with all my heart!"
"Happy birthday Aleksandr," Klara murred, "My brother, my lover, my soul mate, my one and only..."
Alyona rest a paw on her head and stared up at the ceiling. How was she
going to handle this? It's not the sort of thing any mother can prepare
herself for. Should she confront them about it? Should she tell Viktor
and leave him to handle it? Should the party be called off, should she
call a psychologist? Her conscious mind was bombarded with conflicting
thoughts, and the image of Klara's splayed legs with Aleksandr's rolling
hips between them had burned itself into her mind fairly well. Finally,
she gave up and left it to instinct, and instinct told her to deny what
she had seen.
She slammed the door as hard as she could and shouted at the top of her
lungs, "KIDS, I'M HOME!" Out of the corner of her eye, she saw two
flashes dart past as the twins ran for the stairs at top speed. She
slumped against the wall and slid down to the floor with a long sigh,
parenting wasn't supposed to be this bizarre.
A few minutes later, Aleksandr padded into the kitchen. "Okay, I'm
ready," he said, trying to hide the fear in his voice, "Sorry, we didn't
expect you to be home so soon so we were still....in our pajamas."
She smiled up at him weakly -- how sweet, he was trying to protect her
feelings! But she knew neither of the kids had worn pajamas in years.
"Where's your sister?"
"Still fixing her hair," Aleksandr said quickly, "I keep telling her she
should get it cut short like yours and it won't take as long, but she
likes it to be grown out...uh...why are you sitting on the floor? Are
you okay mom?" In reality, Klara was scrambling to hide the robe, the
underwear, and the "champagne" glasses from earlier. In the end, she
just dumped all three in Aleksandr's room and started a half-ass job on
fixing her hair.
"I'm fine..." Alyona said, her voice becoming distant, "I'm fine baby,
just been a really long day and I didn't sleep much last night. I was
too excited, my little pups turning 18...seems like just yesterday you
were both in diapers."
As she thought back on everything, Alyona realized she should have
figured it all out sooner. The closeness and affection in place of any
sibling rivalry, all of the time they spent alone together, that time
she'd caught them kissing, the fact that neither of them had ever
dated...
"Sorry mom, I started watching tv after my shower and my hair dried
before I got around to brushing it!" Klara recited in a story she had
practiced in front of the mirror, "I did what I could but it's still
kind of a mess!"
"Looks fine sweetie..." Alyona croaked, trying to hold back tears,
"Let's go, your father has almost everything set up." As hard as she was
trying to deny and repress, she knew she was right on the verge of a
breakdown.
"Are you alright mom?" Klara asked, "You don't look or sound so good..."
"I'm okay sweetie, just been doing a lot today to give you kids the best
birthday I can..." their mother responded wearily. Most of the car ride
was in silence -- eye contact was averted, no words were spoken, and
even the radio remained untouched. It was sapping Alyona's strength just
to avoid an interrogation, so many questions left unanswered, so many
questions she didn't really want to ask or even think about.
When they arrived at the park, most of the guests were already there.
The twins mingled with friends and family, but Alyona made a beeline for
her husband. She grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the door. "We
need to talk, something very important!" she stammered.
"Alyona, what is wrong? You look like hell!" Viktor said, "Did something happen?"
"You aren't going to believe me," Alyona said, "I'm not sure I can believe it myself..."
"Just tell me," he responded, "I will hear what you have to say."
"When I got home...to pick them up..." Alyona started, "They were...oh god, right on the couch..."
"What? Were they fighting?" Viktor asked.
"No...no, no, worse..." Alyona said, her eyes filled with fear as she
recalled the event with perfect clarity, "They were...they were having
SEX! And...I think...I think he ejaculated! Oh god...we're horrible
parents..." She began to tremble and cry, but soon found herself in
Viktor's comforting embrace.
"Do not blame yourself," he said, "We have no control over who they want
to have sex with. I will talk to Aleksandr, I want for you to talk to
Klara." Alyona nodded and they headed back inside.
Aleksandr gasped slightly as he saw his father's stern glare and the
motion to follow him into the public building's mini-kitchen. "Uh, I'll
be right back guys, dad needs something," he excused himself from his
friends and headed to the back of the room.
"Do you love her?" Viktor asked as soon as Aleksandr had joined him.
"What?" Aleksandr asked, shivering a little bit as his mind ran through all of the possible punishments.
"Do you love her?" Viktor repeated.
"I...I don't catch your meaning, dad," Aleksandr lied.
"I speak English well enough, your mother and I have raised you to speak
English, it's a simple question Aleksandr. DO YOU LOVE HER?!" Viktor
growled.
"Y-yes sir..." Aleksandr replied fearfully, his eyes suddenly on the ground.
"Then this is going to be harder for you both," Viktor announced, "No
daughter of mine will have sex while she lives at home, I am not feeding
another hungry mouth. I'm kicking Klara out."
"I'm going too, then," Aleksandr said.
"What was that?" Viktor growled.
"I said I'm going with her!" Aleksandr said more loudly, his voice
trembling and his eyes starting to water, "If you kick her out, you kick
us both out, I'm not going to live without her!"
"You are not even done with high school, how are you going to support
yourself, much less the both of you and your inbred children?" Viktor
asked.
"I'll...I'll work two, three jobs if I have to, I'll sell my blood,
dammit I'll make it work but I'm not going to let you send her out
alone!" Aleksandr barked, his tears now flowing freely.
"That was a test, my son," Viktor said, "You stood up for someone you
love, you are truly a man this day. And as a man, you have the freedom
to love who you wish -- I can't tell you what to do and what not to do
in a relationship anymore. But if you get her pregnant under my roof I
will kick your head in."
"T-thanks dad.." Aleksandr said.
"Get back to your party, you should be enjoying this day," Viktor said
with a warm smile and a pat on Aleksandr's shoulder, "And wipe your
tears or your friends will think you are a pussy!"
"Klara, come here, help me cut the cake will you?" Alyona said, pulling
her daughter away from school friends and cousins, "I need reasonable
portions but cut small enough that everyone gets some." Once they got
over to the table though, her tone quickly changed. "Klara, why did you
have sex with your brother?"
"W-what?!" Klara stammered, her face showing nearly as much surprise as Alyona's had when she'd caught them.
"You heard me young lady!" Alyona snapped, "Why?!"
"Well...why did you have sex with dad?" Klara asked.
"Don't smart off to me, I want a straight answer right now!" Alyona demanded.
"Because I love him!" Klara said, "We're soul mates! He's the entire world to me and I know I'm the same to him!"
Alyona choked back a sob and looked away from her daughter. "Why are you
doing this to me?" she whimpered, "Why would you put your poor mother
through this?"
"Aleksandr and I are in love," Klara stated matter-of-factly, "It has
nothing to do with you, it has nothing to do with dad, it's all about
the two of us, and if you hadn't come home so early to try and spy on us
none of this would have ever happened!"
Alyona stormed off without another word, out of the building and
straight to her car. She dug around in the glove box and pulled out a
well-hidden pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She had taken up smoking
shortly after the twins were born to deal with the added stress, but had
mostly kept it secretive. She had quit completely when the twins were 9
years old, about nine years ago, but she was craving one like never
before. She put the filter in her mouth and fumbled with her lighter,
but stopped when she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her.
"Our children are smart," Viktor said, "They know what they are doing, I
trust them to not make stupid mistakes. If they are in love, then there
is nothing we can do; to separate them is to hurt them badly. If you
really need one of those, I am not going to stop you from having it..."
Alyona thought for a long moment, then put the cigarette back into the
package and dropped it on the ground, stomping it thoroughly. She turned
and embraced her husband, pressing her face into his chest as she broke
down into hysterical sobs. Viktor held his wife close and rubbed her
back. He didn't say another word, he just let her get it all out.
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