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Vacationing Going Right (Simitre262 & Sweetnothings)

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Simitre262

Super-Earth
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Jul 11, 2013
The waves if the ocean lazily washed back and forth on the sand, covering the large feet of Vincent Bestle, a large dragon who's family happened to own the large house not but a stone's throw away from the beach. He pulled his leather jacket closer over his shoulders as the wind picked up, the arms flapping wildly in the wind. While staring out to sea, the large dragon fiddled with the several silver rings on his hands, spinning them around on his fingers over and over again. His mind was elsewhere from this beautiful place, having wondered off as he waited for his cute little sister to show up. Vincent and his sister had planned this little trip about a week before, having wanted to spend some time together at the lonely summer house, which was almost never used by their parents. The two hadn't seen each other in quite some time, the last time being about two years ago at a family reunion, and both had agreed it was time to see each other. He turned from the waves and slowly started to pace back towards the house, pulling out a silver case and taking a cigar from it. Lighting it up in his jaws, he checked the watch on his wrist and scratched his head. "I wonder where she is..." He mumbled to himself, his voice rough yet hinted with a bit of charm. He walked up to the porch over looking the beach and sat down in a rock chair, absentmindedly taking a puff from his cigar as he watched the birds in the sky.
 
The train came a skidding halt into the train station. Madeline Yalein opened her eyes slowly as she heard the sounds of people talking amongst themselves, and the sounds of them getting their belongings. She carefully slid out of her window seat with her small bag with her. She couldn't wait to get to the house, even if it took an hour to get there by bus. She reached above her to grab her two bags for the month. She got off the train with everyone else. She studied the signs to try to find where to get to the bus. She found the sign that had her closest destination. She took the escalator that would take her above ground. She reached the top and continue following the signs to the bus. She pulled out her ticket, showed it to the driver, and took a seat near the front. It had been too long since she saw her older brother. Their parents had separated when she was young, and the last time she had seen Vincent was at a family reunion two years ago. She wondered if he had grown some. She knew she did. It took about half an hour to get to the house. In those 30 minutes included a taxi. She got out of the car with her bags. "Vincent?!" She called out, dropping her bags by the front door and running to the back where the beach was. She knew she'd find him there.
 
Vincent had already made it through half of his cigar when Madeline's voice spooked him, causing to rock forward in the chair and roll over the tip of his tail. With a pained grunt he jumped up, his tail coming uncurled from the chair and flipping it over violently. Flicking some ash off his cigar he turned to find his little sister standing before him. He lifted an eye brow as he studied her for a moment, a little surprised how much she'd grown in just two short years. "Madeline! Long time no see!" He exclaimed, wrapping his sister in a tight hug and lifting her a good foot off the ground due to his own height. He gave a few little shakes before setting her down and smiling down. "How has my little sis been?" Asked Vincent, petting her head with a large hand. "I hope the trip was ok. I can't stand those stupid trains. They're never tall enough for me." He grumbled, flicking his finished cigar butt off towards the beach.
 
Madeline was scared. She didn't know how he would react when he saw her. Her ears flicked forward as she heard him move. A smile pulled on her lips. She couldn't wait to see him even more now. Her tail swayed behind her as she got to him. She fought back the urge to squeal and hug him. She watched him turn around and study here. It didn't bother her. He hadn't seen her in two years. He did look like he got bigger of the short years, too. She laughed and hugged him tightly. "I know, Vincent! I haven't seen you in forever!" She squeal as he lifted her off the ground. He had an advantage as he was so much more taller than her. Her ears flattened on her head submissively when he rubbed her head. "I've been doing great. How have you been, big brother?" She sighed. "It was a very long train ride. It was worth it though. I hate planes." She shook her head disapprovingly. "I see you picked up a new habit." She gestured toward the finished cigar butt in the sand.
 
"I've been well, too. Just a little tired of the city life." Said Vincent, rubbing his eyes just from the thought of the thick city he lived in. He let out a sigh and shook his head, hating that this would only last a month. Being at the summer house was nice, and was made all the better with Madeline being here, so he truly wished he could stay there longer. He suddenly smiled down at his sister and put his hands on his hips, looking her body up and down. "My my, how my little sister has grown. Surprised you didn't bring some poor mate that you'd dominated." He said, winking at her jokingly. "Come, let's go inside. I'll fix us something to eat." Said Vincent as he turned around to walk into the house. His webbed ear tilted towards her when she commented about his new habit. "What? It's not like it'll kill me any time soon and it's relaxing." He said, trying to defend himself a bit. Chuckling he shook his head and held the back doors open for Madeline. "This place sure does bring back memories."
 
Madeline smiled as she listened to him. "Really? I think I'm getting into that stage." She commented. She shrugged a little and frowned softly. She would love to live down here with her brother. It was nice and far better than the city. She thought about it. She would love to live down here with him. She really wanted to ask him, but now wasn't the right time. Over lunch. Her mind drifted back to the real world, and she looked up at him. She started blushing and looking down at her feet. "Stop it," Madeline whined, shaking her head. "I'll like something to eat though." She grinned and started to walk into the house. "They'll kill you later, though." She countered with a smirk. "My bags are by the front door. We can get them later." She said. She sighed, looking inside the house. "It does." She smiled softly. "What if the two of us get to live down here? Just by ourselves?"
 
Vincent chuckled and closed the door behind them, his tail lifting up and poking Madeline playfully in the side. He draped a arm over her shoulder and pulled her close. "That actually sounds really nice. It'd definitely be better than living in the city. Being able to swim every day, always be warm outside, and get to live with my cute little sister. Yeah, sounds really nice." He said. He gave her a quick kiss on the head before he headed for the front door. "May as well go ahead and grab your bags." He said, going to the front doors and opening them. After grabbing the bags and setting them down in the living room next to the couch, he went to the kitchen. A few moments later the clatter of pots could be heard. "Hey, would some chicken alfredo be alright?!" He called out to his sister, already starting to fill a pot to start boiling. He set the pot on the stove, turning it on to start boiling.
 
Madeline's ears flitted to the side and back. She liked listening to the familiar sounds, the memories flooding her mind. She giggled and hit Vincent's back with her tail. She leaned on him as he gave his opinion on the two of them living together. "Exactly! You get to live with me. I'm not high maintenance. School is over, and I get to live with my handsome big brother." She said mockingly. She nuzzled him before he walked to the front door. "Thank you, Vinny." She always had that nickname for him. She watched him get her bags, and she took them from him. She dragged them upstairs to begin sorting them and putting them away in the drawers. She heard the clattering of the pans. She wondered what he would be cooking for lunch. Her ears stood alert when he called out to her. "That sounds delicious!" She yelled back. She put away her clothes first before she left her bags on the bed and walked downstairs to the kitchen to watch him.
 
Vincent checked on the supply of food they had, taking the sauce jar and setting it on the counter with the noodles. He opened the noodles and emptied the box into the pot, getting a second pot ready to start cooking the chicken. Once all that was done he went into the living room, playfully tousling Madeline's hair as he passed her. He sat down on the couch, looking around for a moment to find the remote. "Last time I was here, I was the only one here. It was rather lonely." He commented, flicking the tv on. What Vincent had forgotten was during the time of his lonesome visit, he'd chosen to watch some rather....interesting stuff on the television. No sooner had he flicked the tv on did the speakers start to burst out the pleasured cries of a bunny having her pussy pounded by a larger, lithe tiger. It startled the dragon so much that he dropped the remote. He scrambled after it, taking a few moments, and quickly changed the channel to a cop chase. A deep blush had rushed over his scaled cheeks, his eyes unable to even look at Madeline.
 
Madeline sighed softly as she stared at the TV. She didn't want to turn it on since she thought it would be rude. She had manners. Her nose smelled the food he was taking out to be prepared. She turned to the kitchen and smiled. She studied the sauce, the chicken, and the noodles. She hadn't had chicken Alfredo in a long time. She turned back around to the TV when Vincent started walking towards the living room. She kicked the back of his leg as he passed. "Stop touching me." She joked, curling her legs underneath her. She rubbed her eyes when he began to speak. "Really? When were you last here?" She asked. She was interested as to why he was up here in the beach house by himself. She heard the TV turn on. She expected to see some news channel. What she saw made her eyes widen. She gasped, her cheeks flushing as the screen showed what he had watched. She bit her lip and looked at him. "I-I'll be upstairs cleaning out my bags." She stammered. She got up from her seat and walked upstairs. Her mind kept going back to the image. Instead of the bunny and the tiger, her imagination placed her and Vincent. Her nose caught the whiff of her heat starting. She groaned and frowned. She had totally forgot to keep track of it in the past month.
 
Vincent stayed on the couch after Madeline had went up stairs, his heart beating hard in his chest. How could he be so stupid as to forgot to change the channel when he left! He shook his head and sighed, glancing down the hall way to see if he could see his sister. Not seeing her at the moment he swallowed hard and looked to the tv. He turned the volume down to the point when only he could hear it, and went back to the channel that had chased his sister out of the room. The bunny was now bent over a couch, the camera giving him a clear view of her sopping wet pussy as the tiger now rammed her ass. Her moaning quickly started to get to Vincent, his own thick cock pressing hard against his jeans. He suddenly flicked the channel back to the cop show, unable to believe he was really watching this when his sister was upstairs. Slowly, he stood up and walked through the house, stopping at the base of the stairs. He stood there for a moment before knocking hard on the wall. In the empty house the sound was quite loud. "Um...Madeline? S-Sorry about that. I guess you know what I was doing last time I was here..." He said, chuckling weakly. "Can we...just forget that happened?" He called up the stairs.
 
Madeline couldn't believe this was happening to her. She couldn't be going into heat. She tried to remember when she last went into heat. She sat on her bed and pulled her legs to her chest. She didn't know what to do, but the memory kept playing in her head. Why did she have to have such a creative imagination? It placed her and Vincent instead of the bunny and the tiger. Her arousal grew stronger, and she couldn't resist the urge. She slipped her hand into her shorts and began to rub her slit. She moaned softly, closing her eyes. She soon found herself sliding a finger inside her pussy and begin to finger herself. She slid out of her shorts with her panties and her tank top. She began to play with her hardening nipples. She arched her back as she slid another finger inside her virgin hole. She panted, enjoying herself. Her ears shoved forward as soon as she heard Vincent knocking on the wall. She frowned and stood up. She quickly redressed and washed her hands quickly. She opened the door and looked down the stairs. "I-It's fine, Vincent. I understand how lonely you were." She tried her best to smile. She could smell her heat as the smell escaped her room.
 
Vincent smiled up at Madeline when she looked down the stairs, glad that she was kind of understanding of what he'd done. He was just about to turn around when a scent caught his nose, his eyebrows furrowing as curiosity took over. For some reason, he couldn't place the scent, even though he was sure he'd scented it before. Perhaps in the city. He started to walk up the stair, sniffing at the air. "Madeline, what's that smell? DO you have some candles lit up here or something?" He asked as he slowly climbed up the stairs. "Again, sorry you saw that. I'd meant to change the channel when I left last time but I must have forgot." He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Pretty sure that'll be on there for the rest of the year so if we get bored, we having something fun to watch..." He said, keeping a straight face for a few moments before smiling and showing he was joking.
 
Madeline was hoping Vincent wouldn't notice the smell. She smiled at him and started to walk back into her room. Her ears turned slightly, her tail swaying behind her. Her tail always moved seductively when she was in heat or aroused. She instantly knew he had smelled the scent. She did, but she didn't want to tell him what is was. "I want to tell you, Vincent, but I don't know how to tell you." She tried to answer. She was glad he changed the subject once he started walking up the steps. She had to tell him, though, as he was walking to her room to see what was the smell. "It's all right. If I was boy, and I was here alone, I would've probably done that, too." She tried to lighten up the mood after the incident. She laughed at his joke softly. She got serious and pulled him inside her room. "Don't laugh at me, but I'm in heat." She whispered. She never had to tell anyone that she was in heat since everyone knew the smell. She blushed deeply. She couldn't bear to look up at him.
 
Vincent grinned at Madeline when she said she'd do the same, but tilted his head to the side when she pulled him into her room. The scent was rather thick, and just as she explain what it was he realized how stupid he'd been. He'd had several 'friends' back in the city that were female K-9's and felines, so he couldn't figure out why he'd forgotten the scent. "So...Right now? I-I could leave if you want." He suggested, not wanting to make this more awkward then it already was. "Or is there anything I could help you with?" He asked, placing a hand on his hip and running a hand over his webbed ear. "Wait, why did you come here if you were in heat? I thought this wasn't exactly the best time to be around random males."
 
Madeline bit her lip slightly. She didn't know how Vincent would react. She frowned softly and looked up at him. Would he laughed at her? Would he mock her and leave? It was bad enough for her. She tried to avoid thinking about the negatives. He could offer her help with it. How could she say no to that? She started fingering herself to the image of her and Vincent having sex together. "I-I guess you could help.." She trailed off, unsure if she should go one. She shook her head slightly. "I was so excited to come here for the summer, that I totally forgot to keep track of it." She said. She didn't want to be sexually frustrated for a whole week with a suitable male in the house. "I-If you could satisfy all the frustration, I promise I'll never bother you with anything." She blurted out. It was so random, and she wished she could take it back.
 
Vincent stared at her for a moment, letting what she'd suggest sink in to his brain. "W-What!" He sudden said. "Help you with the frustration? You mean you want me to...." He said, blushing as he was unable to finish the sentence and noticing his little sister was already fingering herself in front of him. He rubbed his head, starting to think about his options, and couldn't help but wonder what it would be like, to 'help' his sister when she was in heat. He mentally slapped himself, unable to believe he was actually thinking about it! "She's me sister, for goodness sake! Then again, I'm just going to help her. It would probably be a one time thing anyway..." He thought, looking at Madeline again before sighing. "Ok, I'll do it." He said, and suddenly her was behind her, arms wrapped tightly around Madeline's waist. "Where do you need help most?" He asked, one hand beginning to slowly slide up towards her breasts and the other crawling to her crotch.
 
Madeline couldn't believe she had asked Vincent that. What would he think of her then? A slut? She frowned as he started to speak. "Please?" She asked quietly. She really needed him. She hated having to go through her heat without anyone to satisfy her. Subconsciously, she had started to finger herself in front of Vincent. What would it feel like to have her brother to sate her heat? She couldn't believe she was having those thoughts. He was her brother. She was sure it would be a one time thing. It would happen, and they would forget about it. She looked up at Vincent when he said he'll do it. Her ears flicked to the side as he moved behind her. She breathed deeply, closing her eyes as his hands moved along her body. "Down there." She whispered, moving her hips against his slightly.
 
Vincent swallowed hard and nodded, letting his hand travel down her body slowly. His chest felt like it was about to bust as his heart beat wildly. He felt his fingers touch the lip of her shorts, a little surprised at how hard he was at the moment. As his hand started to slip into her shorts he pressed his hips to Madeline's, the hard bulge in his pants pressing against her. He prayed she wouldn't notice. He felt his fingers slip past the soft material of her panties and suddenly he was cupping her pussy in his hand. Taking a deep breath Vincent slid his fingers up and down her slit, stopping at her clit to rub it gently. "So....I guess this will be our little secret." He said nervously as he lightly pinched her clit between his index finger and thumb. "God that scent is intoxicating..." He mumbled out loud without realizing it.
 
Madeline was unsure what she was supposed to do. She had never gone this far with a man, much less with her brother. Her ears caught the sound of Vincent's heart beating wildly in his chest. Was he as nervous as she was? She really wanted to enjoy this. She gripped his arm approvingly as he slipped his hand into her shorts. She felt the bulge pressed against her. Now she knew he was liking this. She reached her hand back to rub the bulge through his pants. She slipped her hand into Vincent's shorts to begin stroking his shaft. She gasped and moaned softly. It felt much better with someone else pleasuring her like this. She smiled and nodded. 'This will never be a one time thing.' She thought as she realized that it might be true.
 
Vincent froze as he felt Madeline's hand on his cock, blood running to his scaled cheeks. He felt the wetness of her pussy and groaned at the pleasure of her strokes. "M-Madeline, what are you doing? I-I thought I was helping you." He chuckled, closing his eyes. Before he knew what he was doing, Vincent was starting to nibble on her ear while his fingers started to spread her pussy. Holding it open with two fingers he used his middle to just barely tease her wet hole before suddenly plunging his finger into her. He was careful not to go to deep, but once he was about two inches in, he slowly pulled his finger out before plunging it right back in. "How often do you play with yourself?" He suddenly asked, though he knew not why he did. He nuzzled her neck, closing his eyes as he slipped another finger into her pussy.
 
Madeline felt a sudden infatuation for Vincent. She wanted to be with him. It was part of the reason she suggested that they should live here together. Away from the city. No one would judge them. A smirk pulled on her lips. "You're obviously enjoying it." She giggled softly. She moaned as he took one of her ears in his mouth to nibble on it. It felt wonderful. She felt him tease her wet slit and hole before he slipped in a finger in. She arched her back, moaning loudly. He knees shook with pleasure, as if they would collapse from the ecstasy he was giving her. "Every time I go into heat. Not many males around to satisfy me." She whispered. She moaned and bucked her hips. "C-can we take this to the bed?" She asked quietly. She wanted to ask him to take her virginity, for him to be her first, but she didn't have the courage to ask him. Meanwhile, she was stroking his member.
 
Vincent couldn't deny he was enjoying Madeline's touch, his cock pulsing in her hand. He nodded and picked her up princess style, walking to the bed and gently laying her down. He crawled over her body, his hands sliding under her shirt and bra. His large hands covered her breasts, massaging them slowly as he used his arms to push her shirt and bra out of the way. "My my, my little sister certain has a lovely chest. What size are these?" He asked, deciding to make the situation a little fun. His lips closed around one of her perky nipples, his tongue teasing the tip while his knee roughly rubbed between her legs.
 
Madeline felt Vincent's member throbbing in her hand. She would love to remind him how much he loved her touch. She giggled as he carried her bridal style to the bed. She laid down and felt his hands slide up her abdomen to her breasts. She helped him by removing her tank top and her bra. She moaned softly as he began to massage them. She felt her cheeks flush as he commented on her breasts. "C cup." She told him. She summed up the courage to ask him the question that had been plaguing her. "V-Vincent...w-will you be my first?" She whispered, looking at him seriously. She trusted him more than anyone.
 
Vincent continued to suck on Madeline's wonderful tits when she asked him to be her first. His mind was racing as he thought about her request. She really wanted him to be her first. He slowly looked up at her from her chest and nodded. "I'd love to be my little sis's first." He said lovingly. He stood up at the edge of the bed and started to unzip his pants. He pulled his cock from his pants and stroked it a few times. "But before I do, may I try something? I've never done it and it seems like a fun time to try." He said, looking down at his cock and then up at her lovely tits.
 
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