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I Love You Twice: Afternoon Delight

By Green

_"Kelly! Kelly!"

Ten-year-old David Parrish ran through the house like a black bullet and skidded to a halt outside his sister's room, before banging on the door with barely restrained glee. Eight-year-old Kelly poked her head out the door, frowning at the loud noise._ _"What's with all the racket, Davey?"

He beamed, breathing slightly heavier than usual from running all the way from the front lawn.

"Dad closed that business thing ahead of schedule, so he came home early. He wants to take us to a movie to celebrate!"

Kelly's annoyance evaporated and she looked almost as excited as her brother.

"Really? Awesome! Which movie?"

"The one we saw the commercial for yesterday, with the killer robots."

As quickly as it had arrived, the smile dropped off her face. Her tail whipped around towards her knees, and she grabbed it and began wringing the end of it, something she always did when she was upset or nervous.

"Oh, I don't know, Davey. That one seemed kind of scary..."

In general, older brothers play two important roles in their siblings' lives. First, the role of annoying teaser. Second, and more rarely, the role of protective guardian. Dave looked around, and seeing no witnesses, decided (if only on a subconscious level) that it was safe to let down his defences and slip into the second role.

"I'll tell you what, Kels. You sit next to me, and you can squeeze my hand whenever it gets scary. I'll keep you safe."

Kelly blushed under her fur, but was secretly pleased as punch.

"Really?"

David nodded._ "I won't let anything bad happen to my little sister."

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Seven years later, David lay on his bed, thinking about his life, as he toyed with a piece of fabric. He wasn't normally a particularly introspective cat, but recent events were somewhat harder to sort through than usual. He'd known things were serious right from the start, so it hadn't surprised him when he'd been unable to come to any conclusion, even after a good night's sleep and a retreat to his favourite refuge from life's problems, the shower.

I do my best thinking in the shower.

He had come out of the bathroom squeaky clean but still conflicted. And no one in the world could blame him. His problems were fairly unique. The better part of a year ago, he and his younger sister Kelly had accidentally seen each other in the buff. After that day he'd realized he was attracted to her, and despite the moral outrage in the back of his mind, he'd taken up the habit of masturbating with her panties. It was a toss-up as to which he enjoyed more, breathing deeply of her scent while he touched himself, or actually touching himself with her underwear. He was actually holding a pair of her underwear now, purple panties with a butterfly design. These, too, were unique, for two reasons. For starters, he normally had to press the panties right up to his nose to enjoy Kelly's scent. These were so fragrant he could clearly make it out even though he was breathing normally and they were held at arm's length. The other major reason, though...

Dave had woken up last night sensing someone else in his room. Sure enough, he'd discovered Kelly sitting on the edge of his bed. Apparently she'd discovered his dirty little secret and wanted to share her knowledge with him. She interrupted the ensuing panic by informing him that she returned his attraction. They had then heated up the cool night by exploring each other's bodies. Deep warmth spread through Dave's body at the mere memory of running his hands through his sister's thick dappled brown fur. An astounding lack of planning on Kelly's part meant they were without protection, which meant they couldn't go as far as they'd have liked to, but at the end of the night they'd been quite satisfied just using their hands. That, of course, was why the panties were so fragrant. She'd left them on as he got her off, leaving them absolutely drenched in her juices. The second reason the panties were special was that instead of him furtively stealing them from the laundry, she'd taken them off right in front of him and given them to him.

He wouldn't have believed it possible, but somehow he'd managed to fall asleep after his life changed irrevocably. When he woke up again, he wasn't entirely sure it wasn't all a dream, even with the panties still being in his footlocker. Mutual masturbation with your sister isn't something that happens every day, after all.

At least not before_. Maybe that will change..._

That uncertainty had flown out the window when he came down the stairs. Kelly was watching TV with their Mom, and though she didn't say anything except 'good morning', as she did so, his darling little sister gave him a sultry look which sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. Not exactly wanting to bring the previous evening's events up in front of their mother, he went on with his morning like nothing was out of the ordinary. He would have figured after the way she left the previous night, Kelly would try to get with him as soon as humanly possible. But the first time they were alone together, just about the only time he'd seen her so far today, they were passing each other in the hallway, and as he'd tried to come up with something to say, she'd just whispered 'later' and continued on her way, grabbing his ass as she passed. She had been talking on her cell phone at the time, and Dave should have realized better than to try to interrupt.

She'd let a person bleed to death in the street before she'd hang up on someone to call 911.

So he'd tried to go about his day the way he normally would, and it wasn't too difficult, with the singular exception of an astoundingly out-of-character text message he received. He'd been talking with his dad about a science fiction movie they'd both loved when he was a kid that was being remade, whether it could capture the feeling of the original or not, and who they'd get to play the cyborg hero. While they were talking, a text from Kelly arrived consisting entirely of the words "I want you inside me." Needless to say, it was a very good thing he wasn't eating or drinking when he read it, and it made looking his father in the eye somewhat harder for a few minutes.

And now he lay on his bed, toying with a pair of Kelly's underwear and thinking about his life. It wasn't just the fact that he was, in all likelihood, going to have sex with his own sister that was bothering him. Once he'd woken up that morning, he'd felt somewhat strange whenever he thought about her at all. There was the sibling love that had always been there, but now there was something... else. Something he couldn't quite wrap his head around. It wasn't just animal lust, either, he'd certainly felt that last night, and this wasn't it. It felt somehow between sibling love and the most primal urge. He gave up on sorting it all out, again, and thought about what had happened after he woke up last night. As his thoughts began to restart the cycle anew for about the ten millionth time, there was a knock on the door. Dave didn't make a move to get up.

"It's open."

He suddenly realized that he didn't want either of his parents finding him with panties in his hands and shoved them under his pillow just as the door opened. Kelly stuck her head inside the room and saw her brother, slight panic in his eyes, hand underneath his pillow. She smirked, stepped inside and locked the door behind her. Dave's mind, now freed to think whatever it wanted about her without guilt, joyfully took in her tight "Girls Kick Ass" T-shirt and tighter jean shorts. Not to mention her wonderfully soft fur, which, befitting her heritage as a Maine Coon, was a seemingly random combination of browns, blacks and whites.

"Did I come at a bad time, big brother? Can't imagine what you could have been doing just now."

He frowned.

"Har de har har. My sister, the comedian. You should go professional. How could I do that with my pants on?"

She pretended to look thoughtful.

"Gee, Davey, I just figured you liked frosting your underwear."

He tried not to laugh at that, and failed.

"Oh yeah, nothing in the world better than walking around with come in your pants. Where have you been all morning?"

Kelly broke eye contact and suddenly became very interested in Dave's small bookcase.

"...I just got back from the pharmacy."

It took him less than a second to realize why she would have gone there. Inside his mind, Dave was throwing a full sized shut-all-the-streets-down, televised event sort of parade for whoever the genius was who'd invented condoms.

Outside, he simply said, "Oh, that's great!"

Kelly winced like he'd called an AIDS victim too skinny and shook her head.

"Not so much, Davey. I was getting my shoes on when Mommy walked by and asked where I was going. I didn't see any harm in telling her as long as I didn't say what I was getting, but she said she had some prescriptions to drop off and wanted to come with me. I think she just wanted to spend some 'quality time' with me."

Dave had never seen such sarcastic air quotes before. She sat down on the foot of his bed, right where she'd been when he awoke the previous night, and continued.

"I couldn't get away from her, and I wasn't about to buy condoms right in front of her! Yeah, she'd never guess in a million years that they were for you, but she'd know they were for someone and she'd never let me hear the end of it! I ended up buying some deodorant and, uh, 'girl products' that I wasn't actually out of, so she'd think that's what I was there for. I'm sorry, Davey, we're going to have to wait a little longer."

Inside, Dave was weeping at the injustice of the universe like he'd been told he had hours to live. Outside, he simply said "Hey, that's okay," and started to rub his sister's shoulders reassuringly.

Now, David Parrish was a fairly ordinary guy, outside of certain relationships in his life. So it shouldn't be at all surprising that, like most guys with easy access to the Web, he had seen a tremendous amount of Internet porn in his time. Because of all this porno experience, a thought popped into his head the very instant 'there are no condoms' registered within him. The trouble was expressing this particular thought without Kelly murdering him. He tried to sound casual.

"So... Kels. I was just thinking..."

A voice in the back of his head screamed 'Don't say it, you fool! She'll never go for it! You have so much to live for!' Dave ignored this voice, for this was the only way he could see any chance at all of being with his sister tonight. He closed his eyes tightly in embarrassment and forced himself to finish.

"...I know without condoms we can't be together the, uh, the usual way, but... do you think we could try anal?"

He cursed his nervousness and dared to open his eyes. Most of Kelly had frozen, with a peculiar look on her face, her mouth twisted slightly, like she'd tasted something sour. Her tail, on the other hand, was whipping against the bed like she was trying to motivate it to run faster. Finally she turned towards her brother, and spoke. The very deliberate way she did both told Dave she was restraining herself from physical violence and/or screaming at him. If that hadn't tipped him off, the fact that she didn't call him 'Davey' would have sent all his alarms blaring.

"David. I don't know how much importance you've put on it, but I'm going to put this as simply as I can: I want to be with you as much as you want to be with me, but losing my virginity means a lot to me, and my First Time isn't going to be in the butt!"

Dave flinched as her voiced jumped in volume, ears pressed tightly to his head.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry I said anything." He crossed his arms and looked away, letting her fume in silence. After a minute or two he muttered something under his breath. Unfortunately, his sister being a cat, it wasn't quite quiet enough. Kelly, the embarrassment and anger not yet flushed from her system, jumped all over this chance to yell at him some more.

"And what was that?"

Her brother looked like he would rather be kicked in the crotch than tell her. When Kelly shot him a dangerous look, though, he gave in.

"...I said that you're probably not even a virgin."

There was absolute silence in the room as Dave counted the agonizing seconds that passed, gripped with fear. When Kelly spoke again, her voice was calm and friendly, though the tightness in her jaw gave away how she was really feeling.

"And why, dear brother, would you think that?"

David decided that as long as he was digging his own grave, it may as well be deep enough for the coffin.

"Well there's that goat boy you're always hanging out with, he obviously likes you."

Kelly's head shot up, and she stared incredulously at her brother. The anger that had been in her eyes moments before had been entirely replaced with embarrassment. She was legitimately offended.

"Thomas?! You think I slept with Thomas Sanders? Gah, no! He's just a friend, I've known him forever! Going any further would be weird. Eeeuuugh. Sleeping with Thomas would be like... like..."

Dave grinned.

"Like sleeping with your own brother?"

"Yeah, like sl-"

Kelly realized the significance of what he'd said, and began to laugh. Soon Dave joined her, and they seemed for all the world like ordinary siblings sharing a joke. The hostility melted from the room, and peace returned.

After a time, Kelly's eyes drifted down to Dave's left hand, and she smiled. When he followed her gaze, he saw that when he'd pulled his hand out from behind his pillow, the panties she'd given him had gotten caught on his watch and been pulled out as well. When he looked up, she had suddenly become very interested in his bookshelf again.

"So when I walked in, you weren't... you know..."

Dave blushed beneath his fur; despite what they had done last night, he was still getting used to how their relationship had changed. He gestured at the panties.

"No, I was just lookin'."

She looked over at him bashfully.

"But if I hadn't come in, you would have done it eventually, right?"

Not understanding where she was going, he nodded.

"Yeah, probably. Why?"

She sat straight up and locked her gaze on his, a familiar sparkle in her eyes.

"Show me."

He was stunned. Unsure if she meant what he thought she meant, or if he'd even heard her right, he asked her to repeat herself.

"I said show me. I know what you've been doing with my panties... but I've never seen you do it. I want to watch."

A thick, heavy silence descended upon the room. And then, slowly, a nervous smile appeared on Dave's face.

"So. Little sister likes to watch, does she? Well, I'd best give her a show then."

He reached down as he said this, and undid the button at the top of his fly, as the smile on his face was quickly mirrored on Kelly's. He then opened his belt, only to ignore his pants and take off his watch, tugging the panties out as he did so. He grabbed the collar of his T-shirt and tugged it upwards. He noted that whenever guys took their shirts off on TV, they grabbed the waistline and peeled them upward, but he preferred holding the collar and just pulling straight up. Kelly's smile had expanded enough to show teeth as the coarse black fur that covered her brother's chest came into view. While his head was still in the shirt, she leaned forward and ruffled her fingers over the four-pointed star of white fur directly over his heart, the only spot on his entire body that wasn't black as night. He flinched, startled, but near-instantly relaxed as Kelly's soft fingers ran through his fur and across his skin. Their eyes met as he tossed the shirt casually to the floor, and Dave once again felt that strange feeling that wasn't as quiet as brotherhood, but wasn't as loud as lust. He shook it off as Kelly turned around, leaning against the backboard at the foot of his bed and bringing her legs up so she was facing him. Without being asked, he threw her a pillow, which she gratefully placed between herself and the hard wooden backboard. Dave pulled down his zipper and yanked his pants off, his heart starting to beat faster and faster. Kelly's eyes automatically dropped to his groin, and her smile widened ever so slightly. Without looking, Dave realized that he was already at half-mast, and it would show quite clearly through his boxers.

"Are you sure you wanna watch?" The question was directed at her, but was really just buying some time for him to work up his nerve. Unfortunately for Dave, his sister was quite perceptive. She looked him right in the eye and winked.

"Are you sure you wanna let me watch?"

In answer to that, Dave hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and yanked them down and off.

He felt Kelly's eyes roaming all over his body, and she clearly liked what she saw. He had yet to lay a single hand on himself, but he was so turned on by the thought of his sister watching him masturbate that he was already fully erect. He glanced up at Kelly, smiling nervously, unable to bring himself to look directly into her eyes. Without looking, he reached back and down to the lotion he kept on the floor immediately next to his bed so that he could "ease the tension" at any time without getting up. As he did so, he shifted himself to give Kelly a better view, mirroring her pose by leaning against the topboard of his bed and spreading his legs, reaching out to touch her bare feet with his own, the tiny physical contact causing both cats to start purring silently within themselves. Within a matter of seconds, he had his right hand greased up. He slowly reached towards his penis as his left hand brought the panties up to his nose. He picked up that oh-so-distinctive, oh-so_-wonderful_ scent long before it came into physical contact, and he felt the surge of energy he always felt when that particular aroma was in the air. The feeling got so much stronger when he actually touched it to his nose, though. He took a deep breath and the feelings that threatened to overwhelm him were so intense that he could barely see.

_ Good thing even a blind man can find his own cock._

He gripped his penis firmly and began massaging deeply, not wasting any time. He inhaled again, almost urgently, pulling Kelly's scent into his lungs like he needed it to live. Suddenly the thought occurred to him: this scent he loved so much wasn't some perfume that could be bought or created, it was a by-product, so to speak, of the girl sitting directly in front of him. He was getting his jollies to her scent, and she knew it. And judging by the gigantic grin on her face, she liked it. He met her eyes at last.

"God damn you smell good, sis."

She averted her eyes, but the smile remained.

"Thanks, Davey."

He wondered what thoughts were going through her mind as she watched her brother masturbate, but this was quickly drowned out by the party going on in his nose. Dave leaned back and sighed, allowing himself to become completely lost in his own pleasure, amplified beyond what he'd expected, probably by Kelly's presence. Once again, he existed in a universe of bliss, consisting entirely of the feelings radiating outward from his steel-rigid penis, the scent of the gifted panties... and the warm soles of his sister's feet pressed firmly against his own.

He was brought out of his reverie a short time later by the sound of a quiet gasp. He opened his eyes, and for the first time in his life, he halted mid-stroke of his own volition. He couldn't have been more surprised if dinosaurs had invaded his room. Apparently he'd had more of an effect on his sister than he'd thought. While his eyes had been closed, Kelly had taken off her shirt, and was now groping her breasts with one hand. Dave was more concerned with the other hand: since the fly of her shorts was open, he could clearly see that she was touching herself inside her panties.

Sky blue. Pretty. I wonder if I'm developing an underwear fetish.

That idle thought near-instantly drifted away as he came to grips with the facts at hand.

Kelly is masturbating to me masturbating... to her.

He grinned toothily.

This is so fucking awesome.

He resumed sliding his fist up and down his aching penis as he stared at the spectacle before him, the panties all but forgotten. He was moving much slower now, wanting to make the experience last as he watched his sister enjoying her body just as much as he was enjoying his. He liked watching her massage her breasts, but what he really wanted to see was obscured.

"Hey, Kelly."

Kelly continued what she was doing, completely unbothered by her brother watching her.

"Mmmmm... what is it, Davey?"

He leaned forward and pressed the hand that wasn't covered in lube on her foot.

"Take them off."

She opened her eyes, which were almost as glazed over with pleasure as Dave's had been a short time ago.

"Sorry, what was that?"

His smile widened.

"Your shorts. Take them off. As much as I like the effect it has on your panties, I want to see you. All of you."

Soon her smile was a mirror of his own. She pulled her hand out of her underwear and stuck her thumb through the belt loops on her shorts. Then, slowly, teasingly, she lifted her butt off the bed and slid them off and down her legs, dropping them on the bed directly next to her. Dave stared like those shorts concealed the meaning of life, not his sister's pelvis. First revealed was the short, light yellow fur that covered her groin, which, if Dave's memory served correctly, was the softest he'd ever felt in his life. He stared in awe as her lips came into view, the most wonderful shade of pink on the spectrum, topped with the shy bump that the vast amounts of porn that had made him make a stupid suggestion earlier told him was her clitoris. Dave was fascinated by how very slick everything looked.

She must really like watching me.

Seeing these things on a computer monitor or TV screen was one thing, but he was shocked at how much more exciting it was when it was in person, and attached to someone he cared for deeply.

Kelly smirked and slowly traced her labia with a finger, taking a moment to swirl it lightly around her clitoris, watching her brother leering at her, completely enraptured.

"See anything you like?"

His mouth was so very, very dry. He could only nod and stare as his sister casually slipped a finger about an inch between her lips, into the beckoning darkness within. He realized that he had begun ignoring his own genitals once hers came into the equation, and that his poor, neglected erection was now aching with need. If he had taken even one second to look at Kelly's face during all of this, he would have seen that she was beaming. She absolutely loved the effect she was having on her big brother: she was the centre of his universe. The atmosphere in the room was electric, every atom in the air charged with sex, as the two siblings manipulated themselves for each other, taking more pleasure from watching their partner than from what they were doing to themselves. Kelly pushed her fingers deeper into herself and groaned with need, moving on to massage a thumb over her clit as Dave ran his hand up and down his shaft, the head of which was slowly getting darker. He let out a whimper; he could feel the pleasure building up all too quickly: he was approaching the point of no return but he wanted this to last forever and ever.

"God, Kels, you..."

He was unable to finish his thought as he tumbled helplessly over the edge into a universe of ecstasy, letting out a loud, almost feral moan as his orgasm took over. He closed his eyes and began to pump harder than ever as his penis spasmed, spurting his semen onto the blanket in between the siblings. For a time, he just floated in bliss, not a single thought in his mind to disturb him, as he came and he came and he came.

When he was at last spent, he settled back into his pillow, breathing hard, purring like a well-oiled engine, and smiling like he'd just won a marathon, as he finally let his softening manhood slip from his grasp. He opened his eyes to see Kelly watching him, a smaller smile on her own face.

"Holy fuck, Kelly. We should do this more often."

A smile, slightly smaller than his, appeared on her face.

"You took the words right out of my mouth, big brother."

It would be a while before he could get hard again, but he felt a tingle of excitement run through his body as he realized what he had just shared with his sister, and how astonishingly unlikely, even unwanted, such an event would have seemed to him a year ago, before that fateful day in the bathroom. But... exactly how much had they shared? As Dave's brain gradually reached full strength, he began to notice certain things, and his smile dimmed slightly. Kelly was purring, but not as strong as he was. As far as he could tell, she was breathing completely normally. At first he dismissed these things as being gender differences, until he remembered how remarkably familiar her reactions had been the previous night when he brought her to orgasm. He remembered the soaked panties, and saw that even that wasn't the same; she was wet, alright, but not much more than she had been while touching herself. All this brought him to one unfortunate conclusion: he had been unable to hold out long enough for her to join him in ecstasy. He reached down to the floor and picked up the towel he was using for clean-up duty recently and did his best to clean up the mess he'd made. As he did so, he looked up at Kelly.

"...Kels?"

"Mmm-hmm?"

"Was it... Did... Did you finish?"

Dave's ears slowly dropped towards his head as his sister looked away.

"No I didn't."

She glanced over at him, and saw how hard he was taking it.

"But it's okay!"

Dave didn't say anything, merely gave her a strange look.

"No, really, Davey. Girls take longer than guys, and you started before me, so it's not your fault, I really don't mind."

The strange look remained and he glanced rather pointedly at her hands, which remained unmoving, resting on her stomach.

"You don't seem to be in a hurry to 'catch up'."

She leaned back against the headboard, made herself comfortable and stared at the ceiling.

She doesn't like talking about this and making eye contact at the same time.

"Girls don't get blue balls, Davey. I know it's the worst thing ever when a guy gets all worked up and then can't get off, but we're made differently, we can ohmygoddaveywhatthe!?"

There was a very good reason she had switched to high-pitched nonsense in the middle of a sentence. Dave had come to the conclusion that she had no intention of bringing herself to orgasm now that he had reached his, and that didn't sit right with him. He took note of her pose; leaning back, legs spread wide, trying her best not to look at him, and decided it was his duty to take advantage of this. As quietly as he could (and that was very quietly indeed, given that he was a cat) he pulled his legs under him and slunk towards her on all fours. He leaned down towards Kelly's glistening lips with a fair deal of nervousness. Nervousness which all but evaporated when he picked up a familiar scent which made every muscle in his body shiver.

I thought the panties were strong, but straight from the source? No contest.

Using this momentary surge of excitement to overcome his trepidation, he leaned forward and ran his tongue from the bottom of her lips to the top, taking care to scrape his tongue over her clitoris.

Dave looked up, to meet Kelly's eyes, wide with shock. He smiled sheepishly.

"You're really tasty, sis."

Kelly, obviously very embarrassed, put her hands on her stomach. Dave guessed that she was fighting the urge to cover up her treasures.

"Nooo, you don't have to do that Davey, I told you it's okay!"

He reached up and took her hand in his. Without saying a word, he squeezed her hand, triggering a cavalcade of memories in both siblings.

"I don't have to do it... but do you want me to do it?"

There was a long moment of silence as the siblings sat there, staring into each other's eyes. Kelly shifted her gaze to Dave's shoulder. And then, as she squeezed his hand back, she nodded.

He smiled and put his other hand underneath hers, sandwiching her delicate paw protectively between his larger, thicker ones.

"I never want you to worry or feel uncomfortable with me, Kelly. I won't let anything bad happen to my little sister."

Once again, he felt a surge of emotion he didn't understand. Following his instincts he sat up, wrapping his arms protectively around Kelly, who gladly returned the hug. After a moment, she gently pushed against him, but he realized, with a flutter in his chest, that he wanted the hug to go on and on. He brushed aside the odd feeling, and let her go. Kelly moved past him, towards the other end of the bed, where she lay down, head on Dave's pillow. He tossed her the one she'd been leaning on and she put it underneath the one that was already there. He turned towards her, and stopped for a moment to absorb the visual of his younger sister, naked, lying back on his bed, holding the end of her tail, which was twitching like a snake being tickled. He smiled slightly at his sister's nervous tic, which he hadn't seen in years. He turned and crawled across the bed, leaning down towards her. Once he found a comfortable position, lying on his stomach, legs bent up at the knees since the bed wasn't quite long enough, he reached up towards her. Kelly let go of her tail with her right hand and took his once more. He began to gently rub the webbing between her thumb and forefinger with his own thumb as he spoke.

"Relax. This is all about you. If you want me to stop... or if you have any suggestions..."

Even at this distance and through her fur, Kelly's blush was obvious.

"...all you have to do is say the word."

He squeezed her hand, and she squeezed back. So close to her naked body, Dave could see her muscles relaxing. He marvelled at that. Something as simple as a squeeze on the hand had evolved over the years into a silent promise between them: You're safe while I'm around. He took a deep (delightfully flavoured) breath, and went to work.

He leaned down, and touched his tongue to her left lip. Although this contact was entirely expected, Kelly was still so nervous that her hips bucked up, coating the front of Dave's muzzle in her juices. He looked up at her, a bemused look on his face. She brought her left hand up to her mouth, freeing her tail to fall to her side.

"...Sorry, Davey."

He squeezed her hand once more, and tried again. This time, he started at the bottom, and dragged his tongue just on the inside edge of her lips in a clockwise motion.

My God, she's delicious! We should bottle this stuff, we'd make millions!

He reached around with his free hand and laid it on her butt, gently pulling her closer to him. He moved up to her clit and swirled his tongue all around it, more or less the same way he had with her tongue when he was kissing her. Kelly gasped and curled her toes. He grinned slightly before continuing, lightly scratching the base of her tail with his fingernails, something he'd read on the Internet that female cats really enjoyed. If Kelly took any extra pleasure out of it, he couldn't tell. His tongue returned to the bottom of her slit, where he steeled his courage, and slowly pushed inside. He had barely gone past her lips, pushing against the flesh within when she sat bolt upright.

"Davey!"

He immediately pulled back, already feeling guilty.

"What? Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry!"

She shook her head, embarrassed but not in pain.

"No, you didn't hurt me, but uh... I would really prefer you not push against that."

Not being a girl, he didn't immediately make the connection.

Now why would she not wa- Oh_. Oh, I see._

He may have been more embarrassed than his sister.

"Gotcha. Sorry, Kels."

He was unable to look her directly in the eye. Until, that is, she squeezed his hand. It was much rarer that she had been the one comforting him, but it had happened. Feeling better, he returned to his task once again.

Third time's the charm.

Kelly may have been nervous, but she was still pretty horny. Her lips had parted all by themselves, so he was able to take a good look at the obstruction in his way and find an angle which it did not cover. So he returned his tongue to paradise, avoided his sister's virginity, and began to explore the pinkness within. He worked his tongue around as much as he could without damaging her cherry, and licked and teased at her walls. He brought his free hand off of her tail and moved it to her clit, lightly rubbing on and around the centre of her pleasure. Bit by bit, Kelly's nervousness evaporated, replaced with a rapidly expanding arousal. Dave noticed that she was getting 'juicier', for lack of a better word. He pulled back to look at her face, and saw that she was writhing around on his bed, eyes closed, free hand playing with her nipples. She frowned without opening her eyes and groaned.

"Noooo, Davey, Don't stop..."

Dave mentally high-fived himself for the second time in as many days for bringing out such a reaction in his sister. He quickly stuck his tongue back inside her vagina.

Back where it belongs.

Her scent had previously been enough to fill his body with erotic energy, to help him get off harder than ever before. Actually tasting her, though, he was completely content, every fibre of his being drowning in pleasure. The only thing that mattered to him at all was continuing what he was doing. During a brief moment of lucidity, he wondered if he was literally getting high off of her. Just before he dropped back into mindless joy, he realized he didn't care. He was pushing his muzzle directly against her now, mashing her clit with his nose as he tried to get as much of his tongue inside her as possible. He felt an odd buzzing sensation and realized that he and Kelly were purring in synch. He'd never even heard of that happening before, not even on the ridiculously exaggerated stories on the net. Kelly let out a groan as he scraped his nose across her love button.

"Oh my God, Davey, it's so good!"

He had heard similar words ring hollow in countless skin flicks, but he could tell she truly meant it, and that made him very proud of himself. Kelly lifted her feet and crossed them behind his neck, trapping his head between her legs, exactly where he wanted to be. He continued lapping up her juices, which were fairly pouring out of her by now, and massaging her outer parts with his fingertips. At this point, his entire face and hand were soaked with her fluids, which of course utterly surrounded him in her taste and scent, which in turn encouraged him to work harder. Kelly spoke up once more.

"Keep going Davey, I'm so close! Oh Davey, don't stop don't stop don't ever stop..."

Suddenly she reached behind her head and grabbed a pillow, quickly forcing it over her face as she let loose with a long, loud moan that may have been heard all over the house if it hadn't been muffled. Her back arched upward as if she was thrusting her breasts to the ceiling; every muscle in her body tightened at once, having a wonderful effect on her brother's tongue, still buried inside her. Her legs scissored closer together, pushing his face harder into her cunny. Her hand squeezed down on his so tightly it almost hurt. He didn't stop, he just kept going, he had to keep going, making her happy was all that mattered. He kept licking, sucking and touching as her juices gushed out, and she kept twitching and gasping, the pillow doing its best to suppress her cries as her orgasm went on and on and on. Dave, while admittedly nowhere near an expert on the subject, thought she even started over at one point.

Still a virgin, but I've given a girl multiple orgasms. Not bad.

Finally, unable to stand the pleasure any longer, she pushed him away and rolled over onto her side, letting go of his hand as she did so. David stayed where he was and enjoyed the view, lightly rubbing his hand along her thigh. Eventually, when she had recovered enough, Kelly looked down at him and smiled a wide, slightly embarrassed grin.

"Davey, that... that was wonderful."

He winked at her.

"This is my room. What kind of host would I be if I let you leave without... making you comfortable?"

"Oh, I'm very comfortable, Davey. Verrry comfortable indeed. I could stay right here all day."

He continued massaging her legs, which were tightly muscled. One of the benefits of being a cat.

"I don't think I've ever come like that before. "

"Oh c'mon, you're just saying that."

"No, I mean it! It's just so different, so much... better, so much sexier than when it's just me and my hand. I don't know what I can say, other than 'thank you'."

Oh yes. I am The Man.

The siblings sat together in silence for a few minutes, Dave feeling like he'd conquered the world, Kelly basking in afterglow. Finally, Dave stretched, rolled over, and spoke.

"So... do you wanna make out?"

Kelly giggled softly.

"I've got a better idea, big brother. I'm gonna prove I wasn't just flattering you."

He smiled.

"And how are you going to do that?"

She giggled again and shifted her eyes southward. Dave followed them and was shocked to discover that he had a hard-on so soon after he'd had such a fantastic orgasm. Of course, he was more surprised that he hadn't noticed before.

I guess I was kind of distracted. Well, she was finger-licking good.

Surprise quickly gave way to astonishment as he realized exactly what Kelly had meant.

Holy fucking shit, Kelly wants to suck me off. Deep breaths, Dave, Deep breaths.

"A-are you sure? I mean you don't have to if you d-don't want to."

Apparently his shock had transferred to his face, as Kelly laughed.

"Davey, chill out. It's me. You don't have to treat me like a china doll. You're not going to break me. Remember earlier? You did something I didn't like, I told you, you stopped. End of story. You were never this protective when we were kids, you almost put me through the window when I was five, remember?"

He blushed.

"I've told you a million times, that was an accident!"

He would have continued defending himself, but her smile stopped him, and he realized she was just making a point. And she was right, of course. She was the same Kelly she'd always been, even if she had given him an all-access pass to her body.

"...I get it. Sorry, Kels."

"I just want you to be yourself around me; you've been walking on eggshells all day. I'm your sister, not your girlfriend, even if we are naked. You don't have to worry about me leaving you."

Dave momentarily worried that he was having Kellyjuice withdrawal symptoms or something, because as his sister flippantly made that little joke, his stomach suddenly didn't feel too good. Fortunately it passed in less than a minute, as he watched Kelly get off the bed and stand before him.

"Sit up, big brother. Now it's all about you."

He somewhat self-consciously pushed himself up with his elbows, and scooted over to the edge of the mattress, so his balls fell off the side and hung free. Kelly knelt down in front of him. A thought jumped into Dave's head and refused to leave until he obeyed it and asked a question.

"Kelly? You don't mind that I'm... not the biggest guy in the world, do you?"

She winked.

"Basketball players aren't really my type."

"No, I meant-"

"I know what you meant, Davey. And while I can't say I've got any hands-on experience with gigantic or really small guys, I don't think it matters. It's much less important than the guy it's attached to."

She leaned forward and planted a kiss on the head of his penis before looking back into Dave's eyes.

"If you can put up with my tiny boobs, I can put up with you not being hung like a porn star."

He was going to protest, to argue that her boobs were hardly tiny, and that they were perfect in every way, but was distracted when she ran her tongue from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip. Kelly had no more experience than he'd had when he'd started eating her out, but to her advantage, her task was a lot more straightforward than his. She started by simply gliding her tongue all over his penis, using a hand to keep it steady. She reached up and gently squeezed his balls with her other hand, and he let out a deep sigh of contentment.

Jesus, she was not kidding when she said this was better.

He was enjoying simply watching her lick his genitals almost as much as he was enjoying the amazing sensations she was creating in him. She was taking particular delight in teasing the head of his cock with the very tip of her tongue. She glanced up at Dave.

"You don't taste so bad yourself, big brother."

She could feel a shudder go through his body, and mentally gave herself a high-five. The two were not as different as they sometimes thought. She decided it was time to take the plunge, so to speak, and closed her lips around the head of his cock. The gasp he let out told her everything she needed to know. Slowly, carefully, she pushed her head down towards his crotch, letting her brother's penis slide into her mouth, centimetre by centimetre. She hadn't lied to him. Although the taste of his length wasn't exactly sweet like candy, it wasn't repulsive either. Actually, there was something almost... comforting about it, in a primal, animalistic sort of way. Speaking of which, she was glad she had been born a morphic, because her muzzle added a few inches to the length of her mouth, meaning that although she had never tried this before, she was able to get almost all of Dave's penis inside with no trouble.

He brought a hand forward and placed it on top of her head, and started scratching behind her ears. Kelly realized she had seen this quite often in oral videos. Even when the girl was human, and not particularly sensitive around the ears, the guy would at least rest his hand on her head. Dave's eyes were closed; he seemed to be about a million miles away, so she doubted he was mimicking it on purpose. She decided it was an automatic reaction, and wasn't about to complain. She really liked feeling him scratch her ears and run his hand through her hair. She started the traditional back-and-forth movement those same videos had taught her, rubbing her tongue against him when he was inside. She was shocked to realize that if she pressed her tongue hard enough against him, she could feel his heartbeat.

Kelly, like Dave, had recently had a powerful orgasm. But her arousal was building anyway. Ever since she was old enough to learn about sex, she had wondered about these things. What it was like to kiss a boy. What it was like to take him in your mouth. What it was like when he licked your pussy. How it would feel when he pushed inside you. Whenever she masturbated, whenever she watched porn, whenever she even thought about sex, these questions arose within her. And now, she had experienced three out of those four things within 24 hours - and the fact that they were with her own brother just made them even more incredible. So as she pumped Dave's cock into and out of her mouth, attacking it with her tongue like the most wonderful dessert in the world, she was keenly aware of how it felt. The hand that was gently massaging his sack dropped down and began playing where Dave's tongue had recently made itself at home. And as she did so, she began to feel a strange emotion she couldn't quite describe...

The moment was quite rudely interrupted by a tinny, fuzzy version of a popular pop song. Both siblings jumped, convinced they'd been caught by their parents. When they realized the door was still closed, Kelly pulled back from Dave and sighed.

"I'm sorry, Davey, don't move."

She reached to the side and grabbed her shorts, pulling her cell phone from a pocket. Dave was incredulous. He knew she loved to talk on the phone, but this was ridiculous. Kelly looked at the screen for a second, then pushed and held a button. The pop song was interrupted by a cheery jingle, and then the phone went dark. She tossed the phone onto the bed and smiled as she took Dave's unit back in hand.

"Now where was I?"

A few minutes had passed, and the only sounds coming from the room were David's heavy breathing and the occasional slurp from Kelly. Since Dave had ejaculated less than an hour before, he was able to last longer than he normally did. But Kelly had hit the nail on the head earlier. Guys don't take as long as girls. He didn't want anything, ever, to make this stop, not even the explosion of bliss he knew was coming. He couldn't win, he knew that, but that didn't stop him from fighting the pleasure tooth and nail. It didn't help matters any when he inexplicably started smelling Kelly's scent, much stronger than the drying residue on his facial fur. He knew he would lose, and he knew it was soon. Suddenly, he realized exactly how that would affect Kelly, and decided he must warn her. A voice in the back of his mind, the proverbial shoulder-devil, argued against this.

** If you tell her, she'll take you out of her mouth, and the pleasure will decrease.**

If I don't, she'll take it out anyway when I start to come, and then she'll be really angry at me!

** Use your inexperience as an excuse. You'll get away with it. Give in to the pleasure. You know you want to.**

No! I won't use her like that!

** Do it. Come in her mouth.**

I can't!

Do it. Come in her mouth.

No!

There's nothing in the world you want more.

For several agonizing seconds, he considered surrendering, but his noble side won out.

"K-Kelly, I'm gonna come real soon. You should -oh God!- You should pull back soon."

Kelly glanced up from what she was doing and looked him straight in the eye. She brought both of her hands up and around him, locking behind his back. Then she winked. That did it. He gasped and then let out a strangled cry of passion, clenching his teeth since he didn't have a pillow muffler. He hunched forward, as if shielding Kelly from the world with his body. He placed both hands on her head and reeled from the strength of the pleasure. Kelly had pulled back ever so slightly, so he didn't just shoot directly down her throat and choke her, but she still had some of him to stroke with her tongue. Dave finally stopped fighting and surrendered to his joy, his whole body shaking as he became one with his orgasm, his penis throbbing as it released his hot sperm into the velvety wonderland in Kelly's mouth. And the entire time, no matter what happened, the siblings never broke eye contact.

Eventually, Dave's second orgasm of the day came to an end, and he slipped out of Kelly's mouth, her hands releasing him.

"I'm sorry I ever doubted you, sis, that was even better than last night! I don't know how I could ever thank you, I mean, really, I -"

He trailed off in the middle of a sentence because he'd looked over at Kelly, who now seemed to be in considerable distress, her cheeks bulging out like a cartoon character who's going to be sick, her hands wiggling uselessly under her chin, her face blushing like it was going out of fashion. Dave, embarrassed, spoke up.

"You don't have to swallow it if you don't want to, I won't be offended."

This, of course, was a lie. This was his reproductive material, and although he regularly wiped it away with a soiled towel, it meant a lot to him on a primeval level. It was the very essence of his being, a gift to be shared only with those of supreme trust. So he winced when she spat his 'gift' into her hands as soon as he'd finished speaking. She wiped off her hands with an old sock and looked at her brother, even more embarrassed than he was, her ears flat against her skull.

"You taste pretty good, Davey. Your stuff? Not so much. Do you have anything that-"

Without a word, Dave reached over to his nightstand, opened a drawer, and tossed her a bottle of mouthwash. As he watched Kelly literally washing his taste out of her mouth, he remembered an internet article he'd seen a few months back, something about certain foods that could make your semen taste sweeter, and vowed to research the subject. Kelly stood up and unceremoniously spat the mouthwash out the window. She sat down on the bed next to him.

"Sorry Davey, I wanted to make it special for you, let you come in my mouth, but I guess I wasn't really prepared."

"No, that's okay, I hear lots of girls don't like the taste. And I still can't get over how good it felt."

She shrugged. In an attempt to make them both feel better, he pulled her close into a hug. A hug which quickly turned into a French kiss. Dave had once mentioned to a friend that he could never imagine kissing a girl who'd just blown him, but there were extenuating circumstances.

Mmmm, minty fresh.

Soon, they were attacking each other's mouths with their tongues and running their hands up and down each other's backs, necks, and faces.

"I love you, Davey."

Dave felt his heart skip a beat, but since it kept going a second later, he wrote it off as something he'd eaten, though he made a note to keep an eye on it.

"I love you too, Kels."

They slowly lowered towards the bed, and lay down, heads on pillows as they showed their feelings for each other. The kiss ended abruptly when they rolled over and Dave's flaccid penis came into direct contact with Kelly's labia. They shoved each other away like they'd suddenly been burned, as if the merest brush of skin could magically curse them with a pregnancy. Another moment of awkwardness followed, and then Dave cleared his voice.

"Well. I'm all covered in sweat and jizz and... you... and I'm going to go take a shower."

He smiled wide enough to show molars.

"You want to join me?"

Kelly surprised him by remaining seated.

"Nope."

"...Oh. Why not?"

She gave him a funny look.

"First of all, Mommy and Daddy are still home, genius. Secondly, we're not even yet."

The first bit made sense to him, but what did she mean by the second? Before he could even ask, she continued.

"You've gotten off twice today, and I've only done it the one time. You still... owe me a favour."

As she said this, she smiled and spread her legs. Dave's grin quickly returned as he cracked his knuckles, licked his lips, and got on his knees.

---

Later that day, when they were finally exhausted, and both of them had had separate showers, Kelly had arranged to go out with one of her girlfriends, a heron named Caitlin. Dave didn't really know Caitlin, apart from her reputation as the biggest gossip in their school. The previous year, Kelly had hated her for quite a while because she'd blabbed a secret about a crush Kelly had to the entire student body. Dave wished Caitlin were a boy, then he could have offered to beat him up. Dave hadn't even heard they'd reconciled, but apparently things had been patched up between them. They were sitting on the front porch, talking before they left to do whatever it was they did on weekends. Dave happened to be watching TV while sitting by the window, enjoying a fresh cup of coffee. He wasn't exactly trying to eavesdrop, but he made no effort to ignore their conversation.

"Hi Caity."

"Hey Kell, what's up?"

"Oh you know how it is, not much."

"No, I really mean, what's up with you? All the time I've known you, you've never hung up on anyone. What's the deal?"

"It's nothing. I heard you broke up with Derrick. Sorry to hear that."

"Don't be. I'm way better off without that scrawny eagle following me - don't try to change the subject!"

This worried Dave. Caitlin seemed determined to find out the truth, and if she broke someone's trust over something as trivial as a high-school crush, there was no chance in hell she'd keep quiet if she found out Kelly was screwing around with her own brother.

"No really, it's nothing."

"Kitty, you're lying right to my beak, and I don't like it. I'm sorry for what happened last year, but I thought I'd earned your trust."

"...Okay, fine. I was kind of embarrassed about this, but if you wanna know what happened, I'll tell you the truth."

Dave picked up his mug and waited to hear what story Kelly would make up.

"The reason I couldn't pick up the phone when you called..."

Dave took a sip.

"...Is because I was busy giving Davey a blowjob."

Outside the house there was dead silence. Inside the house, the TV had just gained a festive pattern of coffee-flavoured polka dots, as Dave tried not to choke and panic at the same time.

What was she thinking!? Caitlin's going to tell the world and our lives will be over! This is bad, this is bad, Oh God, this is real bad!

Caitlin recovered before Dave did.

"...What did you just say?"

"Look, I know it's not something people normally talk about but there it is. I was too busy sucking my brother off to answer the phone."

"...Ewwwww!"

Suddenly Dave understood Kelly's plan.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, I mean it's not like we fucked or anything."

"Kelly!"

"It was only fair, really. He had just finished eating me out."

"Oh my God, K!"

"Don't all girls give their brothers oral? I mean, you've gone down on Matthew, haven't you?"

"Jesus, Kitty, Matt's only twelve!"

"I know, I bet it's all cute and tiny."

A string of profanity followed, interspersed with loud squawking and the frantic flapping of wings. Inside, Dave was crying with the effort not to laugh. Finally, Caitlin got under control enough to form a sentence.

"I would never in a million years, for a billion dollars, go anywhere near my brother's dick!"

"Oh. In that case, do you mind if I do it?"

"Enough! That's it! Stop talking! ...Okay, if you want to be Lady Mysterious with a secret agenda, you go right ahead, but stop putting these nasty-ass pictures in my head!"

"Okay."

Dave could almost hear the smile in her voice.

"We should get out of here, Caity, the movie's gonna start soon."

"Fine, fine, whatever."

He heard them get up and start walking down the driveway, before Kelly made one last comment.

"It's too bad his come didn't taste better. I bet he'd love to watch me swallow it."

As Kelly laughed and Caitlin screeched, Dave got up to find some paper towels, totally content with his life.