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Chapter 5: If Loving You Is Wrong

Saturday morning, Tammy found herself hanging up-side down on the couch and listening to Mindy's eager and girlishly happy description of her first time with Brian. Tammy tried to ask all the right questions, tried to sound genuinely interested, but all she really wanted was to whine to Mindy about David. It was common knowledge by the end of Friday afternoon that David and Amanda -- once again -- had gotten back together. They'd been caught fucking in the gymnasium behind the bleachers and -- as usual -- without a condom. Rather than send the two to detention, the gym teacher sent them instead to Sex Ed, humiliating the pair when he brought them to the door in the middle of a lecture on STDs and announced that these two needed a refresher course.

". . . and asked me to go to the movies with him!" Mindy was squealing into the phone. "I'm s-so nervous. I mean, after we had sex I was so embarrassed. I couldn't even look at him -- I mean, he's seen me in ways that --" Mindy stammered herself into an embarrassed silence, then went on: "Anyway, we would've done it again, but the second time I put a condom on Brian, it -- it broke. He was so excited, I think he got so thick while were making out that he just broke it! So I went down on him, and then . . . he went down on me. I swear it was two hours before he stopped! We almost got caught by the janitor coming to lock up." She sighed happily.

Hanging there up-side down on the couch, Tammy hadn't been listening to a word: David had walked in wearing nothing but his boxers, a filthy t-shirt, and socks. His dark mane was rumpled as usual in his face, and in one paw, he cradled a bowl of cornflakes. He was munching loudly on the cornflakes when he entered, and without looking at Tammy once, he shoved Tammy's feet out of the way and flopped on the couch.

Tammy struggled up and glared at David as he started channel surfing. David never paid her any mind, and when he came to a cartoon, he threw the remote aside and started eating his cereal, chortling between munches at the violent antics flashing on the screen.

David wasn't the only one in his underwear: Tammy was wearing white panties and a long sky blue nightshirt with little pink hearts all over it. She was wearing socks to match the nightshirt and her long white mane was loose around her face. Still glaring at David, her green eyes fluttered as she came back to earth: Mindy was calling into the phone.

"Tam? Tam!"

"Huh? Whadja say, Mindy? Sorry, my idiot stepbrother just came in."

David laughed loudly at the T.V., spraying milk and cornflakes.

Tammy rolled her eyes and muttered, "Gross."

"I said, Brian asked me to the movies and I was wondering if you and David could come, you know, like on ah double date? I mean, I know he's your stepbrother and everything, but the two of you had sex. I don't see how a simple date would be bad after that."

"Um," Tammy bit her lip, glowering at David. "I'll ask him. But I'll have to call you back: gotta ask my mom if we can go, and she and John are out golfing or something lame like that. Business game with his partners at the firm."

"Oh, okay. Well, call me back by five, okay? Brian's picking me up at eight and I wanted to let him know you two were coming."

Tammy smiled at how nervous her best friend sounded. "Oh, Mindy! The two of you would be just fine alone. You don't want me and David there: trust me."

Mindy seemed confused by the dark note in her friend's voice, but when Tammy insisted everything was fine, Mindy said goodbye and hung up.

Tammy punched the OFF button on the cordless with an angry jerk of her thumb and folded her arms under her bosom, resisting the urge to hurl the phone at David. How could he go running back to Amanda after so many nights with her? She had given it to him -- really given it to him! Dripping wet for him, she had sat on him on this very couch, riding him, arching her back and twisting her hips around in his lap, kissing him deeply as upstairs, their parents lay asleep. And she had really believed that he enjoyed being with her! They had smiled at each other and laughed, eating cookies together as they made love on the kitchen floor. Sometimes they even got into her mother's good liquor and drank it together, refilling the bottle with water later. They had had so much fun together! And those nights when David snuck into her room and pulled her panties off . . . as he was moving inside her, her eyes would flutter up at him, and he would smile down at her, filling her with such deep pleasures as she had never known. And she would think to herself "So this is love?"

Looking at David now, Tammy realized for the first time that he hadn't felt the same. It had all just been sex to David: good sex and good fun. Perhaps even a nice way to spite John for marrying Debra. She closed her eyes. She didn't even want to think of that!

"All right," David said when the cartoon credits were rolling. He clicked off the T.V., and sitting back on the couch, he shoveled more cornflakes into his mouth and munched on them thoughtfully as he watched her. Tammy's heart leapt when he looked at her with a concern that was almost brotherly and said, "What's with you, Tam?"

Tammy ground her teeth. How could he not know? Hadn't her heart been in her eyes as they made love? And all those nights she clung to him, cuddling with him in his bed! And yet he sat there munching his cornflakes and not having a clue. She wanted to hit him. Or cry. But both seemed pointless: either way, he wouldn't understand her. So she just sat there pouting. She could feel his eyes moving thoughtfully up and down her body.

"I know I was tired last night, is that it?" David said, clanging his spoon around as he scooped up more cornflakes.

Tammy scowled at the bookshelf and the sofa chair opposite. He had failed for the first time in many days to slip into her room the night before, but by then, she already knew why.

"I'll make it up to you," he said, and when Tammy glanced back at him, he was licking carefully on his spoon, his blue eyes narrowed lustily.

Tammy watched his tongue flexing against the spoon and held down a shiver: David had always been really good at eating her out. But just thinking of him probably eating out Amanda the day before, she scowled again and said, "Don't bother!"

She shot up from the couch, intent on running up to her room to cry, but David grabbed her tail and yanked her back down. Tammy fell on her ass hard.

"Cut it out, asshole!" she growled.

David ignored her. Setting his bowl aside, he climbed on top of Tammy and peered anxiously into her face. She twisted and struggled, growling that she hated him, that she wanted up, and she even started banging his chest with her little fists. David grabbed her wrists and wrestled her into submission. She lay under him, her bosom heaving, tears glistening in her eyes. The sexual tension such a position caused had David's dick erect: he could see the shape of her body clearly through her nightgown when it fell back on her. Sniffing a little, he could even smell her hot sex and the juices that were no-doubt oozing into her panties.

Seeing David's sniffing, Tammy squeezed her thighs together and growled again for him to get off her.

"But what's the matter?" he insisted, dropping his nose into her neck. He nuzzled her affectionately, but she wriggled under him and shouted for him to stop it.

David leaned back. "Wow -- you're really mad at me for something!"

"No kidding! Now let me up or I swear to god I'll start screaming --"

"Not without my cock inside you --"

"Shut up, asshole! And let me up!"

"Not until you tell me what's wrong!"

Breathless and red-faced, Tammy shouted through a sob, "I love you! I love you, that's what's wrong!" She shoved David hard in the chest, and when he backed off, she sat, bowed her head, and sobbed into her paws.

David sat there as if someone had thrown cold water on him.

Her green eyes glistening with tears, Tammy leapt up and ran to the kitchen. David followed after her. She was dabbing at her tears with a paper towel when he came in. Though she was still in her pajamas, she had applied makeup and her dark mascara was running in her white fur. Seeing David standing there, she sniffed and sobbed for him to get the fuck out. David ignored her and hopped up on the counter, where he sat watching her in amazement.

Tammy loved him? He had never imagined -- he thought she just wanted to fuck him! That's all he'd ever wanted to do to her, anyway. He'd had wet dreams about Tammy since their parents got married a year ago. There were things he'd dreamt about doing to her that he knew he'd never tell a living soul, not even Brian.

"Tammy," David said slowly, "did you think all this time . . . that we were a couple?"

Tammy stood with her back to him, her shoulders shaking. "J-Just go away!"

David felt stung by the flashing hatred in those eyes when she glanced at him. He'd never meant to hurt her and wished miserably that she could understand.

A wave of guilt washing over him, David hopped down from the counter and held Tammy from behind. She was shivering with sobs, and suddenly, she turned around, buried her face in his neck, and sobbed brokenly.

David moaned. God. How could she love him so much after a week of fucking? Amanda had never cried in this way every time they broke up!

"W-Why can't we b-be together," Tammy moaned.

David rolled his eyes. "Because we're brother and sister --!"

"No, we're not!"

"Okay, by marriage then!"

Tammy looked up at David, her green eyes dancing with derision. "What, so it's okay for a stepbrother and sister to fuck, but they can't be a couple?"

David winced. That wasn't what he meant at all!

"You just d-don't want to be with me," Tammy went on, her breasts heaving with every miserable sob, "because you're getting back together with that two-timing whore --"

"Don't call her that!" David warned, tensing all over.

Tammy broke angrily from his arms. "But that's what she is!"

"Tammy --"

"A fucking slut!"

"Shut up about Amanda!"

"Slut, slut, slut," Tammy sang to the tune of Jingle Bells, "slut, slut, slut! Slut-slut, slut, slut-slut --"

Tammy shrieked as she was slammed by the neck to the counter. Everything went crashing to the kitchen tiles, and a glass jar of honey spilled. David snatched Tammy's gown up until her trembling breasts were revealed, and scooping up the sticky honey, he smoothed it with deep massages over her tits before licking it off. Tammy shivered at this caressing and sucking but twisted and fought just as hard. He tangled the gown over her head, then leaned down and sucked the honey from her nipples, smacking her paws away when she sought to stop him. He could hear her moaning and sighing as his lips pulled tenderly, but when his paws went for her panties, she twisted and fought again, struggling to pull the gown down from her face.

"No, you wanted big brother to fuck you, and that's what I'm gonna do," David growled, yanking the gown clear over her head.

Tammy's mane tossed as the gown was dragged away. She slapped David hard across the face, shouting and sobbing that she hated him. He slapped her right back -- across the tits. He went for her panties next, smacking her paws away when she sought to stop him. He tugged that fragile white material down around her shapely thighs and smiled in triumph when he felt how wet they were: she was aroused as surely as he! But she kept fighting him! Impatient suddenly, he ripped her panties from her body, and she screamed as the torn shreds where forced in her mouth. She started fighting wildly now as she struggled to spit out her own torn panties, but pinning her arms above her head, David kicked her legs apart and crammed himself inside. He rocked against her, watching with serious satisfaction as her sharp little titties rode with his thrusts. Her slender body was arched against the counter, as if every sexy, soft, and wet part of her was being offered to him. Still struggling to spit her own panties from her lips, Tammy's cheeks were flaming redder and redder, her eyes were a silent plea, but her sweet little lips were gasping around the rags, gasping in ecstasy.

When he felt her pussy contract and release its juices over him, David smiled down at her and whispered, "I knew you wanted it! Tell big brother how badly you want it!" He snatched her panties from her mouth and hunched over her now, rocking her harder.

In response, Tammy's green eyes hooded over. She grabbed David's arms and actually lifted her legs onto his hips, whispering, "Oh, David -- yes, harder! Fuck me, big brother! Fuck me like you mean it!"

David gathered her legs and placed them on his shoulders, then fucked her so hard against the counter that she eventually screamed and sagged, her juices washing over him again. He pulled out just before he came, and bowing his head, he grimaced to feel his fluids release. Breathless and happy, he sagged on top of her, letting his cheek hit those jelly tits. He closed his eyes and smiled when she hugged his neck and kissed his head.

"I'll quit foolin' around with Amanda," David wearily promised. "But you and me -- this can't be in the open."

"Oh, David!"

David felt intense relief to hear the joy in her voice. She started kissing his head frantically in her girlish rejoicing.

"Mindy wanted us to go onna date with her and Brian tonight --"

David lifted his head. "What!"

"Oh, come, David! If anyone saw it, they wouldn't think anything of it! I mean, you and Brian are best friends, and me and Mindy are best friends. The most they'd think is we're a bunch of kids going out to see a movie."

David rolled his eyes and let his head drop again. "Whatever," he said, gently smacking at her tit. He watched it roll against his face, saw the nipple stand out harder, and suddenly lifting his head, he closed his lips over her nipple and gave a deep suck.

Tammy giggled and moaned. "What is it with guys and sucking tits?"

"What is it with girls that like having them sucked?" David returned, dragging his hot tongue around the nipple until Tammy moaned again. "Mmm. I'll lick you somewhere else if it bothers you so much!"

Tammy giggled hard now when David suddenly grabbed her hips, and throwing aside everything on the counter, he sat her on it and pulled her thighs roughly apart. Still giggling, Tammy leaned back on her paws and moaned: David's eager tongue was licking the inside of her pussy lips. She could feel him smearing on the honey, then lapping it off. She heard his eager slurping as his tongue worked away, then his lips were sucking her pussy lips rapidly in and out, and then her clit. Tammy sat there with her legs open, her head back as the shrill cries came from her heaving breasts, "Ah -- Ah -- Ah! Oh, D-David -- Ah -- Ahhhhhhhhh!" She thrust her breasts forward, and she could hear David lapping up her cum. But he suddenly stopped.

"Mmm, David, why'd you stop? I was all ready to come again!" Sitting on the counter in nothing but her socks, Tammy rubbed her own breasts and waited for David to start again. When nothing happened, she lifted her head and pushed her mane from her eyes. She gasped shrilly: standing in the kitchen doorway and staring at them . . . were their parents.