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I Love You Twice: While You Were Sleeping

By Green

Kelly Parrish looked around as she crept down the hallway, trying to be quiet. She was quite good at moving silently, most cats were. She had a plan, a plan which would be too risky if her parents could catch her. It was a Saturday, but she was in luck. Her father Alan had gone in to the office to take care of a crisis, and her mother Sara was working in the garden, which should keep her busy for hours. That left her in the house all alone, with a single exception. Her older brother Dave. The Maine coon crept down the hallway, barefoot, clad in hip-hugging jeans and a sleeveless top decorated with smiling daisies. Trying the door to her brother's room, she found it was locked. Fortunately for Kelly, she had a key. No one else in the family knew that the siblings had a copy of each other's room keys. It would seem odd, and rightfully so. They kept it a secret since they couldn't exactly tell their parents the truth, that they had each other's keys so they could sneak into each other's rooms if they wanted a quickie. When she opened the door to Dave's room, she slipped inside and discovered him lying on his bed, face up, totally gone to the world. This didn't surprise her. It was somewhat early in the day, and her brother always slept late, especially on weekends. But it was more than that on this particular day; last night he'd gone out with his buddies and done a fair amount of drinking, getting totally smashed. No, he'd be sleeping it off at least until noon, and until then it would take a great deal to wake him up. Kelly was aware of this, and the mischievous grin on her face betrayed her goal to have some fun with her brother in his sleep. She had once asked him if she could do so, and she had actually laughed at how enthusiastic he'd been towards the idea. She'd never actually taken the opportunity to do it, though, and now her tail twitched behind her, giving away her excitement and anticipation.

Locking the door again behind her, she turned away from her slumbering lover and opened her fly, exaggerating the motions of her hips as she slid her jeans down her thighs, as if she was showing off for Dave. Turning around, clad only in her shirt and panties (a new pair, bright festive green with 'Luck of the Irish' across the top, a four-leaf clover in a very special area), she silently made her way to her brother's bed and took hold of the covers around his feet. It was a very warm summer day, so she wasn't worried that Dave might get cold and wake up. Gently pulling the covers down, she uncovered his body, and felt a tingle go down her spine as she leered at him. Kelly loved her brother (in two separate ways, actually), and was very fond of his body. He wasn't quite built, but he wasn't quite skinny either. The only thing he had on was a pair of boxers. They were colourfully emblazoned with the logo of a video game he was quite fond of, as well as its main character, a heroic looking soldier type with a futuristic-looking machine gun held confidently in his arms. Kelly had played the game with Dave in the past, and while shooting hordes of evil aliens wasn't really her thing, it was a lot more fun with her brother there, and she loved seeing his face light up with that adorable grin when the two of them came out on top despite seemingly insurmountable odds. She leaned forward and played the tips of her fingers through the only fur on his body that wasn't midnight black, the white star over his heart. He didn't react in any way, his breathing still deep and even. Then, moving slowly, carefully, she moved onto the bed, on her knees above his legs. She was feeling quite daring, since even if he did wake up, he wouldn't exactly be angry to see her half-dressed in his bed. As the bed settled under her added weight, Dave stirred slightly, his head lolling to one side and letting out a quiet sigh before returning to stillness. Encouraged by this, Kelly reached forward and took hold of the elastic waistband on her brother's boxers, stretching it out so it didn't touch his sides and gently tugging them down his legs. She felt another shiver as his genitals were exposed, his flaccid penis resting gently on his soft, fuzzy scrotum. She always thought he looked so cute when he was limp, though he hated it when she referred to his manhood as "cute", which of course only encouraged her to use the word more often.

She suppressed a giggle as a particularly naughty idea occurred to her, and she reached down and managed to tug her panties off without rocking the bed too much. She quickly replaced them with her brother's boxers, taking a moment to tug her fluffy tail through the convenient hole in the back before flexing her arms in what she considered "manly" poses. Then she turned her attention back to her sibling. Ever-so-slowly, she pushed on his knees, spreading his legs enough to give her room to lie down between them (even if she did have to lift her own legs at the knees to keep them off the wooden frame at the foot of the bed). Once she made herself comfortable, she simply observed his genitals for a few moments, wondering if he could feel her staring at his most private area in his sleep. Then she blew gently on his package, to see if he was more inclined to wake up if she messed with his favourite parts. He let out another sigh and shifted slightly in his sleep, and his penis gave an involuntary twitch, but he remained asleep. Glad to finally be getting to 'the good part', Kelly gave in to a naughty urge. Dave occasionally told her that he loved the smell and taste of her pussy, that they amplified his arousal until it was all he could think about. He joked sometimes that if they sold her juice in bottled form, they'd make millions. Kelly hadn't told him yet, but she felt a similar love towards one of his secret scents. Gently placing her hands on either side of his hips, she pushed her nose against his balls and inhaled deeply, shuddering as the musky scent began to tickle her entire body with pleasure. It wasn't very strong when he wasn't aroused, but there was enough there to start her motor running. Wanting more, she pushed her muzzle under his sac, where the scent was so much stronger, and took a deep breath. She felt a little slutty to be smelling her lover's balls like this, but sometimes she just wanted to do what felt good. She moved her nose to a spot just under the base of her brother's penis and breathed in once again. She wasn't even sure what it was about his scent that she liked so much; it was just somehow so musky, so male, so... Davey. Before she'd discovered the scent for herself, she'd never have believed that she would enjoy what she was doing, but there she was, sniffing her brother's crotch, his limp penis draped over the end of her muzzle, like she was a feral in heat.

Above her, Dave interrupted her reverie with a heavy sigh. She thought he was waking up, but he just shifted slightly in his sleep, mumbled something about 'so beautiful', and went back to his rest. She felt his manhood wiggling on top of her muzzle and realized that he was getting hard from her stimulation. Now this was promising! There was surely fun to be had here. Without hesitating, she took him into her mouth and sat perfectly still. When she was the one to start one of their lovemaking sessions, one of her favourite things to do was to gently hold him as they kissed, feeling him get hard in her hand. She'd never had him in her mouth when he was soft before, and she shivered with arousal yet again as he jumped and throbbed within her mouth, slowly growing longer and thicker. She couldn't resist teasing his lengthening member with her tongue, running it along the sides as he reached his full pride. When she was relatively confident that he wasn't going to get any bigger, she drew back, his erection, shining with saliva, slowly sliding out of his sister's mouth. After taking a moment to admire her handiwork (she briefly wondered if "mouthiwork" was a word), she continued playing with him, reaching under his balls to start squeezing and massaging him as she leaned forward and slowly ran her tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, taking a moment to lick all around the underside of the head, which she knew from personal experience was one of her brother's 'weak spots'. Sure enough he shuddered in his sleep, letting out a sound that was half-way between a sleeping sigh and a moan of pleasure. She grinned and ran a fingertip down the length of his shaft, lightly dragging her fingernail along the bulging line down the centre. This time the sound he made was unmistakably a groan of gratification.

For several minutes, Kelly continued to tease and stimulate her brother, wondering all the while if this action or this movement would be the one to wake him up. But no, he shuddered, he moaned, he began to purr as he writhed under her touch, but he remained firmly unconscious. As Kelly shifted her position slightly, she noticed the fur around her groin was damp; playing with her brother was getting her very wet. She released her brother's balls and, after taking a moment to take off her shirt, which was getting sweaty by now, and toss it onto her pants by the door, she reached in through the fly on her stolen boxers and began to play with herself, dipping a finger between her sodden lips into her aching tunnel, genuinely surprised to realize how aroused she was. She began to slowly finger herself, rubbing her clit ever-so-lightly with the heel of her palm, dragging it left and right over her throbbing love button. More energized than before, she took Davey back into her mouth and began to suck him just the way he liked, dipping along his length slowly, teasing the shaft with her tongue, and catching her teeth on the weak spot under his head, with enough pressure to drag the sharpness along the extremely sensitive skin, but not enough to hurt. Dave moaned again, and spoke two words in his sleep:

"Oh, Kelly..."

She shuddered, feeling her pussy clench down hard on her invading finger, and added a second digit to join it. Deep down she knew that dreams didn't have any effect on the real world, she knew and didn't mind that Dave had a recurring dream wherein he was seduced by Halle Berry, for example, but it really made her hot that when he was actually being manipulated in his sleep, he would dream about her instead of a supermodel or movie star. She continued sucking off her sleeping brother and masturbating in his boxers as she closed her eyes, wondering what he was imagining.

Kelly wasn't sure how much time had passed, but she was shocked out of her fog of lust by a loud noise: Dave slept with his window open, the only thing between the room and the outside world being a screen to keep insects out. Somewhere down the street, a neighbour had accidentally set off their car alarm. When she heard it, Kelly's tail puffed out in surprise and she sat bolt upright, blushing like mad, her brother's cock dripping with saliva, her hand still stuffed into her stolen boxers (and into herself, for that matter). Dave hadn't woken up, but she was suddenly afraid. Her mother occasionally prevented her brother from sleeping in by knocking on the door until he got up. What if she did that now? Thoughts danced through her mind: Does Momma know how drunk Davey was when he got home last night? Would she care? If she wanted to wake him up, where could I hide? What if she knocks on the door because she's looking for me? I don't want Mommy to catch us like this! Her heart beating like a jackhammer, Kelly got spooked. Even though she was still really horny underneath the fear, she started to get off the bed, intending to retreat to her own room to finish herself off. But Dave groaned again, this time in frustration. Once again, he spoke in his sleep.

"Nooo, Kelly... You promised..."

Kelly glanced down at her older brother and quickly realized what he meant; his penis was steel-hard, the head had turned purple, and the tip was leaking clear precome onto his stomach. Once upon a time, she had gotten carried away and forced her brother into a game of 'orgasm denial', keeping him on the brink of orgasm for hours. As part of her apology, she had promised him that, unless she asked him and he agreed beforehand, she would never take him to the edge without finishing him off again. The promise to her beloved pushed the fear she'd just been feeling (which was mostly baseless, their mother was still happily tending to her garden, at this moment pruning the small but flourishing apple tree she'd added the previous summer) out of her mind. When she snuck into Dave's room, she'd been intending to mess with him in his sleep, but she hadn't intended to take it this far, she'd get him hard, play with him a little, and then leave, no harm done. But then she'd gotten way hornier than she'd been expecting and hadn't paid attention to how far she was taking him. But... if she actually gave him an orgasm, he'd probably wake up. And even if he didn't, she didn't think she could clean all the come out of his fur without waking him up. He was asleep, she supposed she could leave and he'd never know what she had done, he'd think the stimulation had all been part of a dream. But then she looked down at him again; his pelvis was making an odd movement, and she realized he was trying to thrust his hips forward; in his dream, she must be right in front of him, teasing him, and he couldn't reach her. The last shred of her resistance fell away when he frowned and let out a pitiful whimper of frustration.

Deciding not to let her brother wake up with blue balls, she moved back into position. If he came all over himself, he'd find out one way or the other, so she decided to bite the bullet and do something she was not fond of. She shook her head and muttered as she took his cock in hand, stroking him slowly.

"You're lucky I love you so much, you big sleepy jerk."

Once she started playing with him again, Dave relaxed and let out a happy sigh. Satisfied that she was doing the right thing, Kelly stuck her other hand back in the boxers, and resumed playing with herself. Her arousal had dropped when the car alarm went off, so she did very little to Davey while she caught up, determined that he wasn't going to be the only one to get off. She rearranged her hand so that instead of the wide heel of her hand touching her sensitive clit, it was her thumb and forefinger (which was still soaked in her juices) tweaking and stroking it, while her other fingers continued to plumb the depths between her fleshy folds. It wasn't long before she was breathing heavy and shaking just a little bit, her purring just as loud as that of her lover.

Forcing herself to let go of her clitoris and not just finish herself off right then and there, Kelly moved forward and took Dave's dick into her mouth for the third time that morning. At first there was the salty, slightly bitter taste of his pre, but she ignored it and began to use every little trick she knew to keep increasing the pleasure, sucking her cheeks down hard on her brother's trembling rod as he gasped and panted. Before too long, Dave's breathing began to take on a stuttered, staccato sound, and she knew it was time. She pinched down on her clit once again, stroking herself like mad, and closed her eyes as the pleasure overtook her - just as Dave's entire body stiffened and he let out a long, low moan, his penis throbbing in her mouth. As both Parrish siblings experienced a simultaneous orgasm, Kelly let herself get washed away by the sensations, all thoughts erased from her mind. She was shaking hard, pleasure exploding all over her nervous system, her vagina squeezing down hard on her fingers as her juices gushed out of her, completely soaking the fur on her hand. Meanwhile, Dave grunted like an animal as he ejaculated copiously into his sister's mouth, another dollop of his hot cream spurting onto her tongue with every throb of his erection, his balls twitching within their fleshy sac as his climax went on and on and on.

Once he had started coming, Kelly had let go of his penis and gripped the sheets on the bed as tightly as she could, as if she would be flung off into space if she let go. She wasn't sure which of them finished coming first, but after what seemed like an eternity, Dave had finished pumping his seed into her warm, wet mouth, and she could think coherently again, though she still shuddered with the occasional 'aftershock' as her tired pussy twitched and clenched slightly every now and then. It had been quite a while since she'd come that hard, she was actually a little dizzy. She made a mental note to try that hand position again the next time she masturbated. She tilted her head back, letting his rapidly deflating penis slip out of her mouth, careful not to spill his come onto the bed. Tired, she lay down completely, not even bothering to remove her hand from herself as she rested her head on his thigh, waiting for the room to stop spinning.

The first time Kelly had ever sucked her brother off, she had let him come in her mouth and discovered that she hated the taste of his semen. The second time hadn't been her idea, Dave had been drunk and held her head in place while he came. She had been furious, of course, but she had noted that it didn't seem to taste as bad as she remembered. Now she considered the warm fluid in her mouth. She wasn't crazy for the taste, it was salty and gooey, a strange combination, but it wasn't as detestable as the first time she'd done it. Maybe he'd changed his diet or something, she'd ask him later if she was really curious. Starting to feel a little perverted, keeping come in her mouth for that long, Kelly sat up, leaned over the edge of the bed, and spat it out into Dave's garbage can. She could still taste it on her tongue, and made the decision that the next time she blew him, she would not only let Dave finish in her mouth, she would swallow it, she was sure he would enjoy that. Thinking about Dave's enjoyment, she suddenly realized that he hadn't moved at all. She smiled as she realized her brother had actually slept through his orgasm and was still unconscious, albeit with a very large, very satisfied grin on his face.

She got off the bed and prepared to leave, smirking with amusement as she peeled off her brother's underwear, which was now absolutely soaked with her honey. Carefully, she got his feet through it and tugged it back into place, leaving his tail sticking through one of the sleeves, since she couldn't figure out a way to manipulate it through the hole without lifting his butt off the bed. She imagined how he'd feel when he woke up; he'd be able to smell her scent everywhere he went, and would have no idea why. If he took long enough before waking up, her juices might even soak into his fur, and he'd be marked with her most personal scent for days. Delighted with the idea, she bent down and kissed him on the cheek before pulling the blankets back into place. That being done, she stepped back to the door, where she quietly got dressed, amused to see dark spots appear on her panties as she slid them against her body; she was still very wet. It would probably be best if she took a shower. Once she was fully dressed once again, she unlocked the door and opened it, when she heard her brother talking in his sleep again.

"Love you... twice, Kelly..."

She smiled warmly, and paused before closing the door behind her.

"I love you too, Davey. I love you too."

And then she was gone, making no sound as she walked down the hallway towards the bathroom. No sound except a steady, low purring which was identical to that coming from her brother's room.