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Behind Closed Doors By Green

Roberta sat at her vanity table, an antique she'd inherited from her great-aunt, humming to herself as she combed her long blonde hair. Blonde hair on a leopard wasn't terribly unusual, but the festive pink streak running through it made her stand out in a crowd, just the way she liked it. The big cat's tail floated back and forth, confirming that the smile on her face was genuine. And why wouldn't it be? It was a beautiful day outside, there weren't any crises at work giving her grief, and she looked fantastic, if she said so herself. She was pondering what she should do that day when her bedroom door suddenly opened, and a tall, handsome leopard male walked in. "Peter!" Roberta gasped, turning in her seat to face him, "You scared the shit out of me!" She put down her hairbrush and crossed her arms, frowning slightly. "You're not supposed to just barge in here, you know," she said. The intruder lowered his ears apologetically and nodded. "You're right, you're right, I'm sorry," he said, sounding like he meant it, "But I - I just couldn't wait any longer." Roberta's ears twitched, a sure sign of her curiosity that she'd never quite been able to shake, much to her own frustration on poker night. "Couldn't wait any longer for what?" she asked, "What's so important that you had to burst in here without announcing yourself?" Peter sighed and averted his eyes for a moment. "Please, don't be mad," he said, staring into the carpet, "I... I have something important to tell you, little sister."

A moment of silence followed. Roberta blinked, took a deep breath, and sighed, composing herself. "Alright," she said, her tone softer, "You know I can't stay mad at you, big brother. Just don't barge into my room, I could have been naked in here!" "Than you should have locked the door..." Peter muttered, and then grinned sheepishly as the leopardess, who had been gifted with Inherited feline hearing, gave him a Look. Clearing his throat, he moved on. "This isn't easy for me to say," he started, "I've been keeping it under wraps for years now, but... but lately it's gotten so much worse, and I feel like I'll die if I don't tell you, no matter what you might think of me. So I waited until Mom and Dad went out, and it was just us at home, so nobody could interrupt." As if cued by an invisible director, Roberta's phone merrily tinkled, indicating a text. She reached for it out of habit, only to blush as her brain caught up with her hand, and chuckled with embarrassment. "I'll, uh, I'll check later," she said, quietly, "But... you've been hiding something for years? Peter, if you're gay, I'm totally okay with it, you don't need to worry -" "No, I'm not gay!" Peter interrupted, "I -" "Bi, then," Roberta counter-interrupted, "I'll still love you even if you do want to take it in the -" "I'm not into dudes!" Peter practically shouted, blushing by now. After a moment, he coughed and looked away. "N-not that anything's wrong with that, it's just... it's pretty much the opposite of my problem," he said, "I have feelings for a woman, but it's the wrong woman." Roberta frowned slightly. "The wrong woman?" she asked, softly, "Peter, are you, uh, having an affair with one of your friends' girlfriends or something?" "Worse," he replied, "I fell in love with a girl, but I've never told her because she might..." The nervous-looking male trailed off and then sighed so heavily it was practically a groan. "Oh, hell," he muttered, "I was gonna drag that out for a bit, but I'll just say it; I never told her because she's you, Roberta, I've had feelings for you for years now."

For just a moment, the leopardess froze, her eyes bulging wide, and then she gasped, bringing one hand in front of her mouth. "M-me?!" she asked, "What do you mean, me? You can't have feelings for me! I'm your sister! You're my brother!" "Oh, but I do," Peter replied, "Ever since I was about sixteen and you were fifteen, I couldn't help but see how beautiful you are, how vibrant your personality is... All the other girls seem so pale, so ordinary, so boring by comparison. And when I would see you decked out to go clubbing, or wearing a bikini for a swimming trip, I couldn't help but see it... God, Robba," he breathed, using a peculiar nickname she'd had since childhood, "You are the sexiest femme I've ever laid eyes on, feline or not." Roberta turned away and whimpered. "You're - you're just messing with me, you have to be!" she insisted, "This isn't funny, Peter, if you really felt that way about me, it would be... it would be..." "Disgusting? Insane?" Peter helpfully offered, "Maybe. Or maybe that's just what you're supposed to say." He stepped closer, and Roberta instinctively tensed up, as if afraid he would try to molest her. But he stayed at a respectful distance, he just squatted down so they were at the same level, even if he was facing the back of her head. "I think, at least on some level, you knew," he said, quietly, "You like to do things like lie down on the couch and put your head on my lap, or talk to me about your sex life with your boyfriends... God, that time we went to the beach together and you hugged me when we were in our swimsuits, I almost got hard before you finally let go. I think you know that I'm attracted to you, and that you _enjoy_being flirty around me, you enjoy seeing me get uncomfortable as you make me hot and bothered... I think it turns you on, sis."

Roberta whirled around, her ears flat against her head in embarrassment. "No! I - I..." "You're blushing," Peter calmly observed. "B-because you're calling me a pervert with the hots for my own brother!" she insisted, "The very idea that I would want to turn you on, that that's how I got my jollies, it... it..." Peter leaned forward, very close to the conflicted female, and smiled just slightly. "Makes you wet?" he suggested. Roberta blushed harder, trying desperately to come up with a counter-argument but just sputtering uselessly instead. "Roberta," Peter said, just as calmly, "Little sister. Nobody's here except you and me, so please. Be honest with me, just this once. This conversation, talking about this openly for the first time... If we peeked under your skirt and looked at your panties right now, would they be damp? Even a little bit?" The leopardess trembled, her mouth moving for several seconds as she tried to force herself to speak, and then, with a sigh of surrender, she sagged down in her chair a little and averted her gaze. "...Y-yes," she whispered, and then, after swallowing a whimper, she said "You were right, okay? I love the look on your face when I flirt with you, your body language, and I'm - I'm getting kind of turned on talking like this. There, I admitted it! Now that I'm completely humiliated, can we please just forget this ever happened? I promise not to tease you anymore..." Peter reached out and placed his hand on Roberta's cheek, and she inhaled sharply - and then relaxed with a sigh, nuzzling against his hand as he scritched at her cheeks. "What if I don't want to forget this happened, Robba?" he asked, giving her a smile with bedroom eyes, "What if we take this further than we've ever gone before?" The leopardess pulled her face away from his hand, shaking her head. "Wh-what, like, we could fuck?!" she asked, incredulously, "Maybe teasing you is just a game for me, maybe I just enjoy knowing I can make any guy hard, even my big brother..." she cleared her throat and dared to look back at him. "...And even if I did want to do more than that, hypothetically speaking, it doesn't change the fact that we're brother and sister, and it would still be wrong."

Smirking, Peter glanced back at the door before he looked towards the conflicted femme. "Nobody's here except the two of us, we're the only people who'd ever know," he pointed out, 'casually', "Is it still wrong if both of us want it to happen?" His smirk widened into a grin as he quickly added "Hypothetically speaking, I mean." Her tail freezing in place, Roberta stared at the confident male for a while, then glanced over at the door, and then back at Peter. "It would still be incest, even if it was our secret," she pointed out, "And there are good reasons not to commit incest, reasons they made it a crime." "That's true," Peter admitted, "But we wouldn't be trying to have a baby, and it can hardly 'undermine the concept of the family unit', whatever the hell that means, if no one else ever finds out. As for it being a crime..." His smile fell away, and he regarded her with a suspicious sideways glance, but the wiggling of his tail and the sparkle in his eyes made his playfulness obvious. "Well, I'm not a cop. You're not a cop, are you?" he asked, "You have to tell me if you're a cop. I heard on the Internet that that's a rule." Roberta rolled her eyes at the stupid joke, which he'd been making since he'd been genuinely confused on the subject as a child, but it succeeded in making her smile. She shivered as he slowly reached in and placed one hand on her knee. The knee isn't traditionally an erogenous zone, but with the discussion they'd been having, the leopardess' mind effortlessly made the jump from Peter touching her knee to Peter spreading her knees, then lifting up her skirt and burying his handsome face between her thighs. "But yes," he said, "If we were to do it right here and right now, hypothetically, it would just be good old-fashioned sex for the hot, sweaty fun of it, and as long as we're both grown adults and we both want it, what could be wrong with that?" Roberta tried to hide the thrill she felt at those words coming from this leopard's mouth, and apparently she failed, because his smile widened considerably. "...Well," she said, after a long moment, "I guess you're right. That does make a lot of sense." She found herself grinning as she added "Hypothetically speaking, of course." "Of course!" he replied... and his hand began to rub at her knee, soothing down the spotted fur and massaging the skin directly under it, but not moving from that one spot. Roberta shivered again, relieved for the first time in her life that big cats, like lions, tigers, and leopards like herself, were incapable of purring, because if her body were uncontrollably announcing to the world exactly how much she was enjoying his playful, teasing touch, she might just burn up from embarrassment. "You know," Peter said, quietly, his face more serious for a moment, "If we actually wanted to do something, we would first have to admit that we wanted to do something... and that it wasn't just hypothetical." Roberta nodded sagely. "That's true," she acknowledged, and then she crossed her arms and smiled slightly. "Well? What are you waiting for?" "Me?" Peter asked, "I was thinking 'ladies first'." "And I was thinking 'age before beauty'," she countered, "Come on, big brother, you made me admit I was getting wet, you say it first!" The playful male shrugged, conceding the point. "Well, when you put it that way, Robba..." he muttered, and then he took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes. "I've dreamed about being with you so many times I've lost count, I can't smell your perfume without wanting to hold you down and breathe it in deep," he said, earnestly, "And I have a pretty good imagination, but my hand and a fantasy will never be enough to compare to you." He reached forward and took hold of her hand with both of his, giving it a squeeze and looking up at her with open longing in his eyes. "Yes, I want to have sex with you, little sister, and there's nothing hypothetical about that!"

Roberta whimpered quietly, shivering with excitement, and brushed a pink lock of hair out of her eyes. "Oh, Peter..." she whispered, "God, I want it too, I thought I could ignore it, but I... I can't fight it anymore..." Peter squeezed her hand again, his smile warm and his eyes affectionate. "You don't have to," he breathed, "You never have to again..." That suggested an entire other can of worms, but at the moment, Roberta had other things on her mind. Such as what happened when Peter stood up straight. "You weren't the only one who was... affected by that conversation," he said, somewhat self-consciously, and he reached down to adjust an impossible-to-miss bulge in his jeans. "Oh, wow..." Roberta whispered, unable to look away, "I had no idea you were so big, Peter..." Instead of answering, Peter leaned in and swept her off the chair and into his arms. The leopardess yelped in surprise and excitement, and the eager male winked at her and licked her cheek as she clung to him for an added feeling of security. Peter carried Roberta over to her bed and gently placed her down on it before turning around and striding to the bedroom door, closing it and locking it firmly. "Mom and Dad aren't going to be home for hours," she said, "We could leave it. Hell, we could fool around on the couch in the living room, and they'd never know." "You know those two, they love to change their plans and show up unannounced," Peter replied, shrugging, "Besides, if we go as far as I think we're going to go, they'd be able to smell it in the living room." He walked back over and sat down on the bed, only to be surprised when Roberta took the initiative, moving in and embracing him, hugging him tight and nuzzling against his cheeks. As she felt him hug her back, Roberta whimpered quietly and pressed her muzzle against his neck, breathing deep of his strong, masculine scent. "Nnnnngh... Oh, big brother, I've wanted you for so long..." she whispered, trembling in his arms, "But I'm so nervous, this is so exciting..." Peter gently but firmly extracted himself from her embrace and pulled his shirt off over his head. As he lay down against the bed, Roberta came with him, scritching her fingers through his pelt and savouring the feel of his muscles. Peter groaned softly, shuddering under her, and responded by reaching up and slipping his hands under the back of Roberta's shirt. The younger feline bit her lip to keep from whimpering with need as those wide, strong hands began sliding up her back, sending shivers running down her spine, all the way to the tip of her tail. After only a brief few moments rubbing at her short fur, Peter boldly moved up and touched the latch of the leopardess' bra. "Peter!" she gasped, as his nimble fingers deftly unfastened her bra, and she felt the cups come loose around her girls. "Sorry, I just - I've been dreaming about this for years," Peter murmured, "I guess I'm a little impatient." Reluctantly letting go of the sheepish male's chest, Roberta sat up and smiled. "It's okay," she said, "If you wanted a peek, all you had to do was ask, big brother..." Heart pounding in her chest, she reached down and took hold of the hem of her shirt, peeling it upwards. As soon as it passed her bosom, the brassiere instantly fell away, unceremoniously revealing her soft, pert breasts. "Oh wow, sis," Peter said, "They look great... but I'm gonna want a bit more than a peek!"

As the eager female tossed her shirt away and pushed her bra off the bed and onto the floor, Peter sat up and reached out for her. She expected him to take her tits in hand, but instead he surprised her by wrapping his arms around her and tugging her forward. She fell, laughing, onto his chest as he lay back, and then he rolled over, positioning himself above her. His tail flitting back and forth behind him, Peter grinned wide enough to bare his teeth, something the smaller feline found incredibly attractive. He leaned down towards her, growling with need. "Mmmm, that's better..." he rumbled, and at precisely the same time, he closed his hand over one of Roberta's tits, and pressed his lips against hers. The leopardess arched her back off the bed, non-coincidentally pressing her breast against Peter's hand, and moaned into the kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair as they expressed the passion they felt for each other without a single word being spoken. Roberta felt his slightly rough, yet still soft lips against her own, felt his tongue entwining with hers, and she shuddered beneath the confident male, though admittedly, a lot of that had to do with the way he was playing with her breast. She'd kind of expected him to roughly paw at her boobs, giving her a spirited groping, but Peter was proving surprisingly gentle, his fingers deftly massaging the soft flesh of her teat or rubbing at it with his palm as he ever-so-lightly tweaked her sensitive nipple between two fingertips. Shivering under his tender caresses, Roberta desired Peter more and more by the second, and as he playfully pinched her nipple again, her knees twitched as she felt her vagina reflexively clenching in on itself; she ached to feel him inside her. As if he could read her mind, and he were deliberately making it worse, Peter adjusted his position and pressed the tent in his pants against her thigh. Knowing that his dick was stiff because of her turned Roberta on more than a little, of course. But feeling Peter's hard cock pressed against her leg aroused her so much she felt a little dizzy. Breaking off the kiss to moan with need, Roberta lowered her ears and gave her lover a half-strength Sad Kitty Face. "Oh God, big brother, I - I need you so bad," she whimpered, "P-please... touch me!"

Roberta felt so exposed, lying on her back, topless, under the larger frame of her lover. Peter smiled and ran his eyes up and down her body, unashamedly leering at her with such eagerness that she had to resist the instinct to cover herself, and with such intensity that she could practically feel his gaze on her naked breasts, like invisible hands cupping her girls and toying with her stiff nipples. "Well, when you ask me that nicely, how can I say no, sis?" he said, churring, and he reached out to place one hand on her flat, fuzzy belly. Touching any cat's stomach is an incredibly risky move, no matter how close you are, but though she initially tensed up, Roberta shivered and relaxed, lowering her ears submissively and letting the man of her dreams run his hand innocently up and down her abdomen, playing with her close-cropped fur and trailing his fingertip from one spot to another, like he was trying to find a pattern in her pelt. After a few moments, Peter moved down further and took hold of her skirt, slowly lifting it upwards as she trembled with anticipation. As he finally peered at what lay under it, the gentle leopard inhaled sharply, shaking his head and smiling appreciatively. "Damn, little sister, you weren't kidding earlier," he murmured, "Your panties are drenched." "Wh-what?!" she asked, hunching forward and looking at herself in embarrassment. To her chagrin, he was right; her bubblegum-pink panties were several shades darker where the material pressed against her needy slit, soaked clean through with her arousal. "Oh - oh God..." she whimpered, starting to close her legs, but Peter stopped her, catching her knees with both hands. "Shhhh, none of that now," he whispered, his voice soft and reassuring, "I'm flattered that this is because of me, sis... I just want to see a little more." She felt herself give a little clench again, and Roberta shuddered. "Were you always this s-seductive?" she muttered, and he laughed softly. Feeling a little better, Roberta reached down and unfastened her skirt, taking it away completely. "There," she said, as she lifted her butt to tug the material out from under her, "Much better." Peter didn't say anything, but this might have been because the leopardess' movement just so happened to spread her legs and push her pelvis closer to him, giving him a better look at her damp undies. Roberta positively ate up the look on her lover's face as he gazed upon her nearly naked form; she relished the way his desire for her burned so obviously in his eyes. The only way his intentions could be any clearer is if he was licking his chops and drooling. Finally, he swallowed audibly and reached out for her again. The lithe, but fit leopardess waited until that hand had slowly crept through the air, waited until he was juuuuuust touching the hem of her underwear with the tip of one finger... and then she closed her legs completely, her knees pushing his hand away in the process. The look in his eyes was like a child who'd made it all the way to December 23rd before being told that Christmas was cancelled this year, and a very playful, very feline part of Roberta deeply enjoyed teasing him like that. "Uh uh uhhhhh," she said, wagging one finger at him, "First, I want a peek of my own!"

She moved quickly, to help him get over the way she'd shut him down, to help him focus on something more appealing... like the way a beautiful leopard femme in her panties was getting up on her knees and unbuckling his belt. The smile slowly returned to his handsome face even as he shook his head and crossed his arms. "You're lucky you're worth the wait, Robba," he muttered, exaggerating how grumpy he was. He could growl all he wanted, even if he'd been faking a frown and lowering his ears threateningly, but Peter had always been terrible at hiding his body language, and his tail was dancing like it was free drinks night at the club. After unfastening the tongue of his belt, Roberta eagerly moved down to his fly, glancing up as she popped the button, as if asking if it was okay. The enormous grin on her lover's face told her everything she needed to know, and she slowly, carefully lowered the zipper, having to tug it towards her to get it over the hump of the leopard's bulge. As she slid the pants down his thighs, Roberta swallowed, unable to take her eyes off the sight before her. Peter was wearing boxer shorts, so they weren't the tightest underwear on the market, but the head of his cock was stretching the material out, so she could clearly make out the details through the thin fabric. "Oh... oh wow..." she breathed. "So, uh, I take it that you like what you see, little sister?" Peter asked, and when Roberta tore her eyes away from his tent, she realized that he was a little nervous. "Are you kidding?" she asked, "The only thing I don't like is that you've still got your underwear on!" She reached forward, aching to feel it in her hand, not to mention other places, but Peter leaned back, sitting down on his butt and tugging his pants the rest of the way off. "You're the one who said you just wanted a peek, remember?" he teased, "Now we're even." She pouted, but nodded. "Okay, okay, fair's fair," she muttered, "But who goes first now? Do we just... flip a coin?" Peter responded by pressing his hands against his hips, miming the action of putting his hands in his pockets... which 'coincidentally' pulled the material tighter against his prick, briefly showing off most of the shaft in tantalizing detail - and making a dark spot form at the tip where a drop of pre-come had apparently formed. "Sorry, sis, I don't have any pockets left," he teased, "Unless you've got some change in your -" "Oh please, big brother, let me go first, I've got to see you..." she whimpered, fighting with all her might not to rub her thighs together. Peter swallowed, seeming surprised by the strength of her desire. "S-sure thing, Robba, whatever you want," he said, lowering his ears just a little.

At Roberta's urging, Peter got back up into a kneeling position, and she crawled on all fours over to him, moving like she was a feral on the hunt for prey. Well, that was half-accurate, anyway; she couldn't stop fantasizing about tasting him, blushing as she realized her mouth was literally watering. Reaching out, the leopardess took a deep breath as she took hold of the waistband of Peter's boxers, carefully unhooked it from behind the head of his erection, and s-l-o-w-l-y began to slide it down his legs. She let out her breath as a long, shuddery ohhhhh as centimetre by centimetre, the leopard's proudly rigid prick was revealed in all its naked glory. As the underwear passed the bottom of his heavy, dangling scrotum, Roberta moved faster, abandoning it just over his knees, which were pressed against the bed anyway. She leaned in close, staring at Peter's hard cock as if she'd never seen one before, only to lean away as the sensation of her hot breath caused it to react, twitching with a visible pulse and leaking a drop of clear pre. As Roberta stared, trembling, that drop languidly drooled down from the needy male's tip, slowly tracing the path of his urethra on the underside of the shaft, working its way down towards his testicles and leaving an enticing, glistening trail in its path. This close, Peter's masculine scent filled the leopardess' nostrils, making her feel drunk with arousal and desire. She'd never wanted a man more than she did right now. "Oh, Peter," she murmured, "You have a beautiful cock!" Peter laughed at that, rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously. "Not the first adjective I would hope for," he said, "But I'll take the compliment all the same. Do you - aaahh!" The older cat cried out, his whole body tensing as his lover unexpectedly reached forward, wrapping two fingers around the base of his dick and leaning in like she wanted a closer look. Holding her nose just off of the surface of his taut skin, Roberta breathed deeply of his musk, feeling her inner walls twitching in response, before surrendering to her instincts with a moan. Peter gasped in shock as Roberta daringly extended her tongue and dragged it from the base of her lover's thick hard-on all the way to the tip, shuddering with pleasure as she savoured the excited male's flavour. She happily licked up the drop of pre that had escaped, the slightly salty taste meeting with her approval as she bathed the underside of the shaft with her tongue, all the way up to Peter's tip, where she was rewarded for her actions with a fresh new dollop of pre-come, bigger than the other one had been. Leaning back, Roberta took a moment to enjoy the look on her lover's face, winked at him, and moved back in without a word.

To Roberta's delight, Peter whimpered quietly as she began licking at his cock again, slower, shorter licks this time, like he was an ice cream cone. His knees wobbled and he flopped backwards onto his butt - and Roberta gracefully moved with him, so the teasing pleasure he was receiving was uninterrupted and unrelenting. "Oh - oh fucking fuck," Peter moaned, "W-warn a guy before you do something like that, little s-sister..." She just giggled and kept licking at his manhood, imagining herself as a feral grooming her mate. With one hand, she began to squeeze and massage her lover's testicles, which felt heavy and full in her amateur opinion. With the other hand, she reached down and blindly pulled his boxers the rest of the way off. Belatedly, she realized that she'd forgotten to unfasten the snap over his tail, but because it was the long, thin tail of a leopard, the underwear just kept sliding until it reached the end of the trembling limb and fell free. Peter shifted in his seat, spreading his now free legs slightly and making himself comfortable even as he bent over forward, placing both hands on the back of the eager female's head. As he began to scratch behind her ears, Roberta revised an earlier thought; she wished she could purr, so he would know how much she was getting off to this. Her playful ministrations were consistently rewarded with entertaining twitches and throbs as Peter began to leak more and more pre, which she gathered up greedily. But all of her touches were very light, just teasing across the skin, and it wasn't long before Peter began to whimper. "P-please, Robba, quit teasing me, you're making me crazy," he murmured, doing absolutely nothing to stop her playful licking. In response, Roberta leaned back slightly, taking in the satisfying visual of the elder feline's prick glistening from base to tip with her saliva, and then gently blew on it. Peter moaned again, and she giggled. "Robba!" he protested, "If - if you're gonna play with me like that, let's s-sixty-nine, so I can p-play with you, too! At least let me see you naked!" The leopardess looked down her body, almost surprised to realize she was still wearing her sodden panties. "Oh, you're right," she said, speaking for the first time in several minutes, "That is terribly unfair of me." Reluctantly leaving her lover's penis behind, Roberta moved to lie down at the opposite end of the bed and beckoned the athletic male closer. With a grin almost as wide as hers, Peter accepted her invitation.

Roberta leered at Peter as he crawled across the bed, admiring both his thoroughly-licked erection and his sleek, toned muscles. As the leopard made his way between her widespread legs and raised knees, Roberta trembled helplessly with arousal. "Wow, Robba, you must be crazy about me," Peter murmured, "I can smell you from here!" The shivering femme swallowed a whimper, but couldn't stop the blushing. She hoped she was flushed enough from desire by this point to disguise it. Peter extended one arm and, with a grin towards the younger feline, began to caress Roberta's treasures through her panties, rubbing the back of one curled finger up and down her needy slit. Having gotten herself this worked up in the past, Roberta didn't need to see herself to know that she was so wet, the thin pink fabric would be clinging to her vulva and outlining every detail. He'd be able to see her perfectly already, and his teasing finger was only making it worse. Her legs shivered on either side of his arm, and Roberta rolled her hips against his hand, hoping he would take the hint and touch her more directly. Of course, she reflected, she totally had this coming, after her 'ice-cream cone' routine... "I love a sensitive girl," Peter whispered, "Makes me want to just spend all day exploring you, feeling you all over, finding out what spots you love the most..." "God, yes," Roberta moaned. She loved the idea of spending hours in Peter's strong, confident arms, letting him rub and massage her entire body, coaxing her trembling frame to climax again and again with his gentle fingers... She mentally added that to her bucket list, but didn't have much time to dwell on it, as her lover pulled his hand away. "For now, though, I think I'll just stick to the most obvious spots..." Peter said, "Starting with..." He slipped all four of his fingers under the waistband of her panties, curling them into a loose fist, and Roberta started to close her legs, to point them straight to make it easier for him to render her completely nude. But she'd barely moved before Peter's hand flexed, a movement that the leopardess recognized as unsheathing his claws, and before she could react at all, Peter let out a growl of desire and yanked his hand away, tearing the entire front of her panties away and instantly exposing her glistening vulva.

There was nothing in the world Roberta wanted more than for the handsome male to gaze upon her femininity, but after such a shocking action, she instinctively gasped and covered her pussy with both hands. "Peter!" she cried, "What the hell are you doing?!" The leopard winked at her lasciviously and held up the shredded pink fabric. "You got me all worked up," he teased, "I couldn't wait any longer." As she looked on, he moved the fabric to his mouth and licked at a dark spot where the material had been pressed tight against her snatch. He let out a quiet mmmmmm as he relished the taste of her juices, and Roberta felt a shiver run down her spine even as she tried to be pissed at him. "But those were my favourites..." she protested, looking down at the torn remnants of her underwear. Faced with the female's genuine displeasure, Peter's smile fell away and he lowered his ears sheepishly. "...Sorry," he muttered, "I kinda got carried away. I'll, uh, I'll buy you new ones." "You better," Roberta grumbled, her tail flicking about in irritation. After a moment, she managed a small smile and added "...Or I'll tell Mom." Peter visibly relaxed, his guilty expression calming as he tossed away the pink fabric. "You go right ahead, sis," he said, crossing his arms and nodding towards her cell phone, "Tell Mom I ripped your panties trying to get at your bits as fast as you were begging me to. I'll wait." Roberta giggled and shook her head. "You're lucky you're so charming," she muttered, "C'mere, then, take a look at the spoils of war." As Peter eagerly moved closer again, Roberta slowly, dramatically parted her legs and spread her hands, like opening doors, revealing her wet slit to the leering male's hungry gaze.

Peter moved in closer, drinking in the details of the leopardess' vulva, and as he lay down between her legs, resting his hands on her inner thighs, Roberta quivered with desire. She felt his hot breath against her most sensitive flesh, and knew exactly how he'd felt earlier when he leaked pre before her eyes. Peter's assault on her panties had ripped one of the legs open completely, but a loop of pink material still encircled the other leg, so as he reached forward to touch her naked body with one hand, Peter used the other to reach around behind her and unfasten the button over her tail, and then started sliding the remnants of her undies free. Maddeningly, he placed his hand on her pelvis just next to her pussy, and Roberta bit her lip and swallowed a whimper. "See anything you like?" she asked, softly. Peter glanced up at her face for the briefest moment, shaking his head and grinning playfully. "Nope, only things I love," he replied, and the increasingly desperate femme felt a quiver inside her that had nothing to do with arousal. At that exact moment, Peter had mercy on her, placing his hand against her outer lips and running his fingers up and down her slit. Perhaps it was out of impatience, perhaps because he saw how badly she needed it, Roberta wasn't sure, but it wasn't long at all before he progressed from rubbing her labia to pushing two fingers between them, sliding into her wet heat and coaxing a moan out of the slender female. "Holy shit, little sister," Peter breathed, "Are you sure you've slept with a guy? You're so tight, I'd believe you were a virgin." Roberta averted her eyes self-consciously as she felt her pussy involuntarily clench down on the intruding digits, as if it was thanking Peter for the compliment and asking him to stay. "I'm p-pretty sure," she replied, trying and failing to sound nonchalant as those fingers wiggled around inside her, rubbing against her inner walls, "Michael was the first, you remember him." The elder feline made a noncommittal noise, and Roberta smiled shyly. "...Can I confess something to you, Peter?" she asked, getting his attention, "Michael was a great guy and I never regretted ch-choosing him or anything... but that first time, right when he put it in... I closed my eyes and imagined he was you... imagined it was my big brother p-popping my cherry." The fingers inside her ceased their movement entirely, and the handsome leopard's eyes widened enormously as his ears lowered in shock. "S-seriously?" he asked, "You thought about me?" Brushing hair out of her eyes, Roberta averted her eyes bashfully. "Well, it's not like I was thinking about you the whole time!" she said, a little defensively, "J-just when he was... you know... taking my virginity." Peter shuddered hard, actually moaning quietly, and Roberta suspected he was leaking pre onto her sheets. "Oh Jesus, Robba," he murmured, "That's the hottest thing I've ever heard in my life!"

Clearly wanting to reward such a bold confession, Peter hurriedly bent back down and slipped his fingers out of her tight channel before he began to lick at her sensitive lips. Roberta managed to contain her pleasure at first, but as soon as the older cat dragged his tongue across her stiff clitoris, the needy femme groaned, her hips reflexively jumping, pressing her pussy against her lover's mouth. "Nnngh, oh God, Peter, don't stop..." she sighed as he continued licking, teasing the tip of his tongue juuust between her labia, gathering her copious nectar and revelling in her taste. Past the point of shame, Roberta began to fondle her own breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and toying with her nipples as her feet twitched and spasmed on either side of her lover's ribs. She just couldn't sit still, squirming and writhing as he tenderly explored her folds with kisses and licks, as if sampling and comparing the taste of different parts of her entrance. It didn't take long, though, before it became abundantly clear that Peter was deliberately lingering outside of her channel, endlessly licking at her lips and clit but leaving everything inside neglected. By now, that ache to feel her walls stretching around his length, to feel something, anything inside her slick channel, was becoming all-consuming, and Roberta feared that Peter knew that, that he was punishing her for her similar teasing earlier by getting her off without ever slipping inside her, leaving her with that empty sensation. She'd never dreaded the idea of climaxing before, and it was an odd feeling. At that precise moment, he moved up and started suckling on her clit, overwhelming the poor girl with stimulation. "Fuck!" she gasped, arching her back off the bed as she briefly tensed up, a warning tremor of pleasure spreading out from her feminine core to the rest of her body. When she'd relaxed, Peter got as far as one slow, languid lick from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her love button before Roberta moaned in surrender, flattening her ears submissively and sitting up to push her lover's face away from her poor snatch. "Okay, okay, you win!" she gasped, "I'm sorry I p-played with you for so long earlier, big brother, just please, stop teasing me, eat me already, I'm going crazy!" "I don't know, sis, listening to you beg me like this is kind of turning me on," Peter said, casually, "I kinda want to keep going." He leaned back in towards her pussy, tongue waggling exaggeratedly, and Roberta pushed him away again. She tried to smile, but the result was tainted by her desperation. "What if I suck your dick?" she offered, "We - we can do a sixty-nine, like you suggested earlier! Just please have mercy on my pussy?" A distant part of Roberta's mind was amused as Peter actually raised a hand and began scratching his chin as he screwed up his face in an exaggeratedly thoughtful expression. "Hmmm..." "Please, big brother?" she murmured, putting on the Sad Kitty Eyes and making her voice exaggeratedly cute, so that it almost came out as 'pwease'. "Well, alright," Peter finally responded, "It would be nice for my cock to get some more attention..." He looked directly at her pussy as he continued, as if he were addressing her entrance. "No hard feelings, okay?" he said, and then leaned in to plant a chaste, lips-only kiss onto the leopardess' vulva... and somehow making it land directly on Roberta's clitoris. Try as she might, she couldn't contain the whimper.

Peter encouraged Roberta to climb atop him, and not the other way around, self-consciously admitting he'd once been atop a girlfriend in a sixty-nine and had unthinkingly started thrusting as he came, gagging the poor girl with his hard-on. Both leopards had a sheen of sweat in their pelts by this point, but Roberta felt full of energy and excitement as Peter lay down, his prick proudly jutting into the air. Tingling with anticipation, she crawled into position above him, forcing herself to take it slow, teasing her lover with a worm's-eye-view of her dangling breasts jostling above him, of her toned abs flexing as she moved into position, and finally of her glistening slit remaining tantalizingly out of reach. The enticing female's hips swayed back and forth as she lowered herself, acting as though she didn't notice the effect her movement had on her rear as she got within range of Peter's rigid prick. As she got comfortable on her elbows and knees, Roberta felt her lover's hands gently take hold of her pert rump, squeezing one cheek in each palm. "Mmmm, you have such a nice ass, little sister," Peter murmured approvingly, kneading her soft flesh with his fingertips, "God, you drove me crazy whenever you wore a mini-skirt..." As she took a firm hold of the root of his cock, Roberta looked over her shoulder. "Um, I'm sorry about that, big brother," she murmured, "For teasing you all those years, just to give myself a little thrill..." "It's okay," Peter responded, "Apology accepted. Now, I can think of a way for you to start making it up to me..." Roberta giggled and turned back towards his rod. "You read my mind, Peter..." she said, happily, and she bent down to plant a kiss on her lover's dick. Feeling it twitch against her soft lips, Roberta steeled herself for something she'd fantasized about on more than one occasion, and with her heart pounding in her chest, she leaned forward and took the leopard's stiff penis into her mouth. "Ohhh, fuck!" Peter groaned, as Roberta's lips gently slid down his shaft, taking his whole length into her muzzle. She licked at the underside of that 'beautiful' cock as she slid down towards the base, until her nose brushed his pubic fur and the entire length of the thick erection was safely contained in her mouth. Roberta sighed contentedly through her nostrils; she still couldn't get over how much she enjoyed this, feeling just a little slutty as she suckled along his length, savouring his distinctive taste and smell. Peter groaned at the attention, his left foot twitching as his dick leaked pre-come into Roberta's mouth. The leopardess was unashamed by the way she moaned around her mouthful, and she finally began moving, slowly bobbing her mouth up and down the appreciative male's cock, licking at whatever parts of his shaft were in reach at any given moment. This seemed to bring Peter out of the daze of pleasure, and he moved to catch up to her, pressing his muzzle against his lover's dripping snatch, licking at her vulva only briefly before slipping his tongue between her folds and venturing inside her. As she felt the older cat's tongue confidently licking and teasing along her slick inner walls, Roberta shivered happily and felt her pussy spasm as if in gratitude for finally getting the direct attention it so obviously craved.

The interlocked lovers squirmed on the leopardess' bed, losing themselves in each other, and Roberta was delirious with joy. Her tail lashed through the air above Peter's head as he focused on his ministrations, licking and suckling at Roberta's responsive pussy, mixing it up as he did so. First he licked at her inner walls, slurping loudly as he greedily drank of her nectar, and then he tugged at her labia with his lips as he fondled her clitoris with one hand and worked the first two fingers of the other hand into her tight, gripping channel. Roberta found she simply couldn't keep her ass still, as it jumped this way and that from the jolts of pleasure running through her body. Soon enough, she even pulled away from Peter's dick to moan out loud, pressing her slit against his mouth as another warning tremor ran through her. "God, God, that's so good!" she cried, "Holy crap, big b-brother, how could all those girls leave you?" Robert leaned away from her snatch and gave her rear a light, affectionate swat. "My heart just wasn't in it, Robba," he replied, "I was in love with you, and it wasn't fair to them." The leopardess giggled out loud. It was a lie, obviously, but the shameless flattery in it, not to mention the playful tone in his voice, left her simply delighted. "How lucky I am, then," she cooed, giving his cock a quick lick, "To have my brother's big, juicy dick all to myself!" She churred to herself as she stroked his shaft and watched pre run down her knuckles, and then took his length back into her mouth. As she suckled her lover's hard-on and worked her flat, wide tongue around his straining flesh, the enthusiastic female reached down and took hold of Peter's sac, squeezing and massaging the sensitive orbs within as if trying to persuade them to release their contents, to encourage the leopard to give her the creamy reward she so dearly desired. Behind her, Peter slid a single finger into her wet channel and made a point of dragging it along her walls in a circle, getting every portion of his finger nice and wet with her warm, sticky juices. Other than deliberately squeezing down to show her appreciation, Roberta paid little direct attention to this, focusing on her own task instead. So it caught her completely by surprise when Peter removed that finger from her pussy and moved it northward, to just under the base of her tail. The leopardess made a confused noise as she felt him smearing her nectar over the tight rosebud of her anus, getting it nice and damp, but even as she leaned away from his dick again for the second time in as many minutes to ask what he was up to, Peter pushed hard against the tight ring of muscle, and his slickened finger was victorious, sliding into her rear entrance bit by bit, reaching the knuckle in a single smooth motion as Roberta arched her back and gasped. "Big brother!" she cried, embarrassment, surprise, and arousal all tingeing her voice, and the playful male laughed merrily. "A little birdy told me you love having your cute little tailhole played with," Peter teased, using a term more commonly used by morphic children, "So I couldn't resist finding out if it was true or not." Staring pointedly at the wall opposite herself, so he couldn't see the merest hint of her blushing face, Roberta pouted. "God damn it. Deborah needs to learn to keep her beak shut," she muttered, "I am gonna pluck her feathers the next time I -" But she was unable to finish that threat. Peter wiggled that finger, and though Roberta suppressed the urge to moan, she couldn't hide the shudder that ran through her entire body... or the way her pussy clenched down hard on the fingers he'd slid inside her to replace the one he'd been lubing up. She could practically feel the enormous grin forming on her lover's face, but he had the decency not to chuckle at her reaction. "Nnngh... I should be so p-pissed at my friend for spilling the beans," she muttered, "But this f-feels so fucking good... Let's just pretend you t-talked me into putting a rain cheque on murdering Debbie, okay?" Now Peter chuckled. "Well, I am an incredibly convincing speaker," he murmured, playfully, "Good thing for me - and Debbie - that I'm such a cunning linguist..." As he leaned back in to continue eating her out, he began gently working his finger in and out of her tight rump. Roberta moaned, surrendering to the pleasure, and resumed sucking the leopard's rigid dick, determined to match the pleasure he was bringing her, even with the handicap of one of her (other) secret kinks brought into play.

The leopards went at their task with more enthusiasm than ever, licking and nibbling and suckling and teasing at each other, as if they were racing to see who could make their lover orgasm first. Roberta bobbed her muzzle up and down the trembling male's stiff length, working the shaft with her tongue and seeking out all of the spots that made him shiver beneath her as she groped and squeezed his balls with her free hand. Meanwhile, Peter kept his talented tongue dancing in her nethers, licking and slurping at her wet channel as he teased and stroked her clitoris with one hand and fingered her rear with the other. Roberta knew her hips kept bucking from his ministrations, knew she kept grinding her slit against his face, betraying how close she was getting to release, but there wasn't anything she could do about it. It brought her no small amount of comfort to watch Peter's feet twitching, to feel his prick throbbing against her lips, and know that he wasn't far off himself. In fact, as his tail lashed against the mattress as if punishing the bed for some misdeed, Peter pulled his muzzle away from his lover's entrance and groaned. "Oh... Oh, God, little sister, that's enough..." he managed, "I'm getting close, I - I don't wanna come yet, I want to make love to you..." Pulling off his cock and stroking it lightly with one hand, Roberta looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Are you kidding?" she replied, "You're so worked up, you'd just blow your load the second you put it in! No, I think it would be better to give your sister what she wants and come in my mouth..." She grinned even wider as he bit his lip and visibly shuddered at her words, and then she winked at him. "Besides, if you think we've come this far and then we're not gonna have sex, you're crazy, big brother," she added, "We're just gonna have to wait for round two." "Did you say round t-mmmph!" Roberta giggled at the sensation of her lover squirming beneath her as she muffled his response by pushing her snatch back against his mouth. "Talk later," she murmured, "Lick now."

To Peter's credit, as Roberta returned to her task, he immediately followed her 'suggestion', bringing his fingers and tongue back into play against the leopardess' erogenous zones. Though she'd never voice such thoughts out loud, Roberta really, really wanted to finish the leopard off before she came herself, so that she could savour the sensation and the taste of her lover's seed spilling into her muzzle before it became hard to concentrate on anything in the haze of climax. But the way he was teasing her clit was delicious, and she'd always had such a weakness for anal play; she could feel her toes twitching every time he pushed that finger back in. It felt like she had to focus almost as much on suppressing her pleasure as she did on sucking Peter off, but just as she felt a spasm down below and whimpered around her lover's cock, fearing that she would succumb to the pleasure first, the leopard tensed up beneath her and groaned as his orgasm caught up to him, and Roberta got her wish. Peter shuddered hard and began to grunt and gasp, while his dick started throbbing and spasming against her lips, spurting hot, thick gouts of feline semen into her mouth. Roberta pulled back to about halfway up his shaft and started stroking the exposed flesh fast and hard with her free hand, as if milking him directly into her muzzle. She closed her eyes and let out a muffled moan as she felt the jism pumping out onto her tongue, enjoying the taste of her lover's cream, so much stronger than the watery pre she'd been licking up this whole time. As she kept licking at his prick, trying to keep him coming, Roberta let go, allowing herself to fall over the edge with him, and she tensed up and whimpered as she came. Her toes and tail twitching behind her, Roberta was immediately overwhelmed with a powerful burst of pleasure erupting like a volcano deep inside her, starting at her nethers and spreading outward to fill her entire body as her pussy clenched and flexed, those familiar rhythmic contractions bringing her so much pleasure as her clit throbbed hard against her lover's stroking fingers. In perfect time with the pulses of pleasure, the leopardess' backside clenched down on the wiggling finger buried inside it, and if she'd been coherent, that might have embarrassed her, but in this moment, in this rush of bliss, it just made her come even harder, spilling a gush of juices onto the eager male's face. It didn't stop Peter from licking at her trembling pussy, working his tongue inside her and using his fingers to draw out her pleasures the same way she was drawing out his.

When the two leopards had wrung every last ounce of pleasure out of each other that they could, they slumped to the bed, their bodies going limp. Roberta continued weakly licking at the head of Peter's cock, coaxing a trickle of leftover come out of her lover, feeling lewdly accomplished when it gave one last weak throb and spilled a final dollop into her muzzle. She hadn't swallowed once, hadn't spilled a drop, she'd let the flavourful semen pool in her mouth, and now, as she pulled her tongue back into its bath, she swallowed it all at once, shuddering hard and feeling an aftershock of pleasure radiating outwards from her tired pussy at the feeling of the warm, gooey sperm flowing down her throat. There was something wonderfully kinky to Roberta about the way that she'd finally climaxed while the muscular male was ejaculating into her mouth. She could feel the residue of Peter's seed coating her entire muzzle after letting so much of it build up, and it made her feel just a little bit slutty, but in a pervy way she kinda liked. Of course, she reminded herself, it was hardly the naughtiest thing going on right now... She pulled away from his rod, letting it slid out of her mouth bit by bit, affectionately caressing his crown with her tongue one last time. "Mmmm... that was wonderful," she murmured, churring, "But now it's time for cuddles." Feeling cheeky, she planted a chaste kiss directly onto the middle of Peter's shaft, then nuzzled against his balls and slowly softening cock with her cheek. "I'll see you later," she teased, directly addressing his genitals, "If I've got anything to say about it!" She started to climb off of him, but Peter grabbed her by the base of the tail and gripped it hard, holding her in place. "Ah! Not so fast!" he said, and then, as he extracted his finger from the amused female's rump, he leaned in and placed a series of three kisses on her nethers - one on her love button, one on her wet slit, and one on her anus. He exaggerated the sound each time, going mwah and making Roberta smile. "Goodbye, girls," he said, playfully, "Think of me fondly!" As he released her tail and Roberta climbed off him, turning around so she could join him at the other end of the bed, she couldn't help but giggle. "Cheeky..." she muttered, and as she flopped down next to him, he immediately pulled her into his arms, kissing her with at least as much passion, if not as much energy, as he'd put into going down on her. Even as she churred approvingly, even as she kissed him back, a part of Roberta's mind kept replaying the brief sensation of Peter literally kissing her butt, wondering if she could talk him into giving her a rimjob somewhere down the line...

As they broke off the kiss, Roberta sighed happily and laid her head down on her lover's pectoral muscle, nuzzling against Peter's chest as he ran his fingers through her long, unkempt hair. "That was amazing, big brother," she whispered, "God, you made me come so hard... It's like you had a map of my pussy before we started." Peter laughed at that and started scratching her behind the ears. "Are you kidding?" he replied, "I felt like I was playing catch-up with you the whole time, you made me come so hard all I could see was spots! Shit, I can't believe my baby sister is so good at sucking dick!" "Maybe I'm just good at sucking your dick, Peter," she cooed, running one fingertip through his fur, "After all, I've been fantasizing about it for years now..." Peter chuckled, running his hand along her back. "You too, eh?" he asked, "God, I tried so hard to make it stop, I felt like such a pervert at first, but it was like I couldn't beat off without you sneaking back into my mind." Circling one of his nipples with a finger, Roberta smiled. "I had plenty of that, must have denied myself for two weeks straight once, making myself stop whenever the guy in my fantasy turned into you," she said, "But the worst ones for me were when I was asleep. I'm sorry for teasing you so much over the years, but you just wouldn't stay out of my dreams!" Reaching down and caressing her cheek, smoothing down the sweat-matted fur, Peter beamed at his lover. "Fair's fair, little sister," he replied, "After today, I expect it'll be difficult to keep you out of my bed..." The lithe female let out a shuddery breath and sat up so she could look him straight in the eyes. "You really mean that?" she asked, "This wouldn't be a - a onetime fling? You'd want to keep doing this?" Peter let his hand slip down from Roberta's face; she thought he was going to fondle her breast, but he kept his hand centered, slipping his fingers into the small tuft of fur in her cleavage, just pressing there, as if he was feeling her heartbeat. "Well, I don't know, sis," he said, earnestly, "Sure, you've got serious skills with your mouth, but for all I know, you're a terrible lay..." Roberta snickered even as she bopped him in the arm. "Come on, be serious, I want to know," she pressed. The older feline smiled at her, and she felt a flutter in her heart as he did. "It feels like kind of an obvious question for a gorgeous, naked woman in my arms to be asking," he said, "But yes, I'm crazy about you, little sister, and I'd love for this to be a regular thing." Roberta giggled with delight and lunged in to kiss her lover, straddling his lap and working her fingers into his hair as Peter put his hands on her rump and just left them there, clearly enjoying the simple pleasure of holding a nice soft bum as he tenderly kissed the leopardess.

Felines are famous for their ability to laze around, so it is unsurprising that the two of them spent a rather long time just snuggling in Roberta's bed, kissing deeply and tenderly as their hands roamed each other's bodies and they shifted into various positions. Peter liked spooning, hugging Roberta close like a teddy bear, but the femme much preferred the face-to-face positions that let them both hold each other. After a time, while Peter was running his fingers through her long blonde locks, Roberta's hand slipped down and daringly took hold of the affectionate male's treasures, lightly gripping his penis and sac as she nibbled at his neck. She churred approvingly as she felt his cock begin to stir at her direct touch, moving up to whisper in Peter's ear as his length twitched and fattened in her hand. "Is this for me, big brother?" she cooed, "Are you ready for me? Because I'm ready for you..." Reaching up as she continued to squeeze and fondle him, she removed his hand from her hair and brought it down between her legs. With almost no coaxing, Peter cupped his palm over her vulva, and at his merest touch, Roberta felt herself flooding with juices again, felt it begin to leak onto his fingers. She felt him shiver, and she sighed happily. "My pussy is so wet for you, big brother," she teased, "You're making me so hot..." Peter swore under his breath, lightly squeezing her mound, and Roberta tittered with amusement. "Oooh, you like that, Peter?" she asked, "Do you like it when I talk dirty for you?" She teased the edge of his ear with her tongue before she continued, lowering her voice. "You want to hear about how badly your little sister wants to feel your big, hard dick buried in her slutty cunt?" she teased, deliberately going over the top, "God, I need to be fucked so bad, nice and hard and fast..." Peter grunted and shivered, but to Roberta's surprise, he shook his head. "N-no... I mean yeah, dirty talk can be really hot, but... but you're you, Robba, you're my sweet little sister, the one who had me convinced for a long-ass time she was too innocent to realize how much she was turning me on when she pranced around in miniskirts and tight shorts." He nuzzled against her cheek and smiled almost shyly. "Just be yourself, baby, that's the girl I couldn't stop thinking about." He winked at her and added, quietly, "I'd love you even if you weren't my sister." Roberta was surprised to find herself whimpering and lowering her ears, feeling very emotional in the midst of such taboo fun. "Oh... oh wow..." she whispered, "Peter, that's so... so..." As words failed her, she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek instead, trying a different tack. "Well then, in that case," she said, a little sheepishly, slightly embarrassed about her crass words earlier, "Please, big brother, I've wanted this - I've wanted you since I was a virgin, hold me in your arms, lay me down, and take me!" As she watched a shudder of desire work its way across his features - and as his dick lifted to the point where she had to release his balls and focus on fondling the hardening shaft alone - Roberta winked at her lover and grinned. "But if you wanted to fuck me hard," she whispered, "I'd probably be down for that, too." Peter laughed out loud, and their next kiss was the hungriest one yet.

The leopards rolled and tumbled together, a little feline playfulness as they kissed and nipped at each other, grinding against each other and getting more and more worked up by the minute, until finally, they found themselves with Roberta on her back, wrists pinned to the mattress by the muscular male who loomed over her, his chest visibly rising and falling as he breathed hard from their playful exertions, and his hard prick standing tall and proud, hanging over her pelvis like the sword of Damocles. Roberta stared at it, trembling with desire, feeling that familiar empty ache in her loins again but comforted by the idea that soon it would finally be satisfied. When she looked up to her lover's face, she lowered her ears self-consciously, realizing that Peter had been grinning, just watching her staring hungrily at his dick. Grinning at her, the elder feline moved a hand to his tool, touched it with just his fingertips, and began to stroke. Roberta was embarrassed to feel how dry her mouth was, how dry her pussy wasn't, just from watching. "So, Robba," he said, as sweetly as you like, "How do you want to do it?" Smiling at him, Roberta closed her legs, hoping that she'd be a more inviting target if she wasn't showing off the goods. "Face-to-face," she replied, confidently, "Missionary style." She loved sex, and other positions were wonderful, of course, but her best fantasies had her eye-to-eye with her lover. Raising one eyebrow, Peter chuckled. "Missionary?" he repeated, "Huh, I was expecting... something less boring." He laughed gently at the look on her face and shrugged, still slowly stroking his manhood, which taunted Roberta by drooling a drop of pre-come onto his fingers. "I don't know, I just thought you were a more exciting girl than that, eh?" Peter added. Roberta sniffed indignantly and crossed her arms over her breasts, pouting like he'd offended her and looking away, something cats of all breeds -morphic and feral alike - are exceptionally good at. "Well, if you don't want to have me..." she started, but Peter lowered his ears apologetically and grinned nervously, immediately backpedalling. "No, no, that's f-fine!" he said, "Missionary will be fine, missionary will be just swell!" Looking back at him, Roberta giggled. "I like that about you, big brother," she teased, "You're so eager to please." The handsome male rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but smile.

As he continued looking her in the eye, Peter lowered himself closer to her, spreading her legs with a nudge of his thighs, but instead of just sticking it in, he laid the underside of his cock directly against her clitoris. "You ready, little sister?" he asked, slowly rolling his hips and dragging his hard tool back and forth against the leopardess' sensitive love button, "Because I'm ready." "I - I told you I was ready," Roberta whimpered, "Please, big brother, make love to me..." Lifting himself away from her nub, Peter winked at her. "I just wanted to make sure," he said. "More like, you just wanted to hear me say the words again..." she muttered, trying not to smile. "Maybe, maybe not," he replied, his smile widening, "The important thing is that now we get to play my favourite game..." "What's that, Peter?" she asked, playing along. He released her hands and adjusted his stance to let him lift one hand and caress her side, trailing his fingers over the distinctive pattern in the leopardess' pelt. "Why, 'connect the dots', of course." With that atrocious joke delivered, Peter pulled back and lined himself up with the eager female's entrance, pausing for just a moment as the tip of his hard-on came into contact with her wet lips, and then he pushed his hips forward. Roberta tensed up and gasped out loud as her lover's thick, rigid cock parted her folds and effortlessly slid inside her, all the way to the hilt. "Oh, fuck..." she breathed, as she felt her inner walls making way for her 'guest', spreading to make room for the leopard's erection and finally banishing that empty feeling from her nethers. It had been like an itch that she couldn't scratch by herself, and as the oh-so-satisfying feeling of fullness soothed it away, Roberta sighed happily and shivered beneath Peter, who groaned, shuddering with obvious pleasure from the opposite set of sensations. The delighted female clenched down with her inner walls, as much to really savour the feeling of the erection buried inside her as it was to tease the man attached to it. Peter opened his mouth and moved as if to speak several times, but he always hesitated. "What is it, big brother?" Roberta asked, quietly. "I - It's nothing..." Peter lied, poorly. The smiling femme reached up and played one hand across her lover's chest, teasing his nipples while he was unable to defend them, since his hands were supporting his weight. "Come on, Peter, you can tell me the truth..." she cooed, "You know I'll get it out of you eventually." To put a point on it, she winked at him and clenched again, and he blushed and averted his gaze. "It's just - you're so fucking tight, and I wanted to say something about it," he confessed, "but - but it feels like a huge cliché to finally get you in bed, and the first thing I say is 'Oh my God, you're so tight'." As he studied her shoulder like it was the most fascinating thing in the world, Peter slowly pulled back, preparing to start the rhythmic thrusting they both craved. Reaching up, Roberta touched his cheek and smiled. "Doesn't mean I don't want to hear it," she replied, teasing her finger through his whiskers, "Or are you just still embarrassed about that whole 'missionary is too mainstream' thing earlier?" She enjoyed the way his upper lip reflexively twitched as she touched his whiskers, but despite that, Peter still managed to give her a Look. "Yeah, yeah," he muttered, "You're too mainstream..." Roberta giggled at his poor attempt at a comeback, and then she gasped as he drove himself home with more force than the first thrust; it hurt just a little as he slammed home, but the leopardess was getting turned on to the point where the uniquely feline pain-for-pleasure response was kicking in, so she just moaned and shuddered at the sensation. Grinning victoriously, Peter pulled back again and started thrusting more gently, getting that delicious motion going. "Oh, Peter..." she sighed, "You're so big, I love the way you stretch me out..." Reaching up and caressing his face again, Roberta smiled. "See? Nothing wrong with cliché when it makes us happy," she replied, and Peter couldn't help but smile with her.

As the muscular leopard drove himself into her again and again, Roberta sighed and moaned, writhing beneath him. He leered down at her with a smile, his attention divided between watching her pleasures playing out across her face and watching the delightful effect all her movement was having on her breasts. "I love your tits, Robba," he murmured, staring unashamedly at them, "Did I tell you that? I used to think about them when I touched myself, wondered if they were as soft as they looked. They're softer, for the record." Lifting her hands and grabbing her boobs, Roberta began to play with them right in front of him. "Mmmm, that makes me so hot," she groaned, "They're all yours now, big brother, touch 'em, lick 'em, you can even fuck 'em if you want..." Peter was so surprised by this that he faltered in his rhythm. "S-seriously?" he asked, "You'd give me a boobjob?" "There's a lot of things I'd do for you that I wouldn't do for any other guy, big brother," she confessed, lowering her ears slightly, "Somehow, when it's you, the idea of getting a pearl necklace is kinky, not gross." Peter closed his eyes and groaned, shuddering, and Roberta imagined him leaking pre into her tight channel. "Oh, fuck, little sister," he breathed, "I'm so glad you said that because I feel the exact same way. We are going to have so much fun t-together..." At this point, Peter took a break from thrusting for a moment in order to adjust his position, lowering himself closer to Roberta and sliding his left forearm under her back to rest his weight against it. This let the two felines kiss as they made love, and left Peter with a free hand, to use as he saw fit. Roberta expected him to immediately go for pawing at her boobs, but instead he starting running his hand along her side, lightly trailing his claws against her skin, teasing her feline responses with just a hint of their sharpness.

"You're so beautiful, sis," he whispered as he started pumping his hips a little faster, "I used to have this fantasy where you're playing hard to get, you tell me if I can catch you, I can have you, and then we're running across the plains of Africa, totally naked, and you're laughing the whole way..." "Typical leopard male fantasy..." she teased, winking to show she was kidding. Peter laughed and then leaned down to kiss her. Roberta closed her eyes and eagerly kissed him back, reaching up to run her hands through his hair as she savoured the sensation of her lover driving himself into her body over and over, the way his stiff length rubbed against her slick walls on the way in and out, even the feeling of his scrotum gently slapping against her rump each time he hilted himself. When they broke off the kiss, when their lips and tongues reluctantly parted ways, Roberta looked up and shuddered as she gazed upon her lover's face. "God, I - I can't believe I'm actually having sex with my big brother..." she whimpered, "This is one of my fantasies coming true... and I was so excited, I d-didn't even make you put a condom on..." "I know you're on the pill," he said, "Not gonna make me p-panic that easily..." Roberta pouted exaggeratedly. "You do?" she asked, rhetorically, "Aww man... I was gonna t-tease the shit out of you and, like, hold you in place with m-my arms and legs so you couldn't pull out." Peter chuckled and licked the side of her face affectionately. "Do it anyway," he whispered, his voice low and sensual. "What?" "Lift your legs and wrap them around my waist." Swallowing, Roberta did as he requested, slowly raising her shapely legs and using them to embrace her lover, wrapping them tight around him. "You like that?" she whispered, once her legs were snugly in place. "It's not for me," Peter replied, smiling playfully, "It's for you." He continued smiling that gorgeous smile of his and looking her straight in the eye, and so the movement went completely undetected as the handsome male slid his hand down her body, slipped around the gentle curve of her buttock, under her raised leg, and made a beeline for Roberta's back door. The leopardess gasped, caught off-guard again by her lover paying special attention to her anus. This time, his fingers weren't lubed up by her feminine cream, but after gently working her alternate entrance last time, the muscle was relaxed to the point where it only took a little effort for Peter's finger to slip inside her. As he buried his digit beneath her tail, Roberta tried not to moan, failed, and averted her eyes bashfully. "Seriously, Debbie," she muttered, "There's gonna be hell to pay..."

Peter leaned in close and began kissing and nipping at Roberta's neck and shoulder, playing his teeth over the leopardess' skin and making her tremble, but not quite as much as the way he kept thrusting his rigid length into her eager, gripping channel, or the teasing finger he continued to work in and out of her backside as he made love to her. That finger felt strangely like a distraction to Roberta, like he was playfully making it harder for her to focus on how delicious it felt to have his prick sliding back and forth against her walls. Of course, that 'distraction' was pushing quite a few of the leopardess' buttons all on its own, so it wasn't long before she was trembling and squirming, trying not to moan beneath her lover's watchful gaze. For some couples, it might be uncomfortable to manage this extra play, but felines are renowned for their flexibility, and a little stretch didn't bother Peter's arm or Roberta's thighs at all. As Peter bit down on her shoulder, the trembling female felt her nethers spasm with barely-contained ecstasy. "Oh - oh God, this is even b-better than I imagined..." she breathed, and then she surrendered to the moan she'd been fighting so hard, past the point of caring or being embarrassed if her lover saw exactly how much he was affecting her. On that exact note, she raised her hands to her own body, one groping and fondling a breast, the other snaking down to rub and stroke her neglected clitoris. Since Peter's hands were both busy, and he was doing a pretty amazing job otherwise, she didn't mind taking care of her love button herself. Another pulse of bliss spread through her body, and Roberta mewled like a kitten. "Nnngh, this feels so good it's embarrassing," she panted, "How is m-my own brother the b-best lover I've ever had?" Moving up from her shoulder, Peter lightly tugged at her ear with his teeth before whispering into it. "Nobody's gonna take as good c-care of my little sister's pussy as me," he growled lustily, "If it ruins other guys for you t-too, win-win." The leopardess moaned a third time, aroused on a primal level by the raw strength hinted at in that growl, at the needy, possessive way he was talking about her, like they hadn't finished their first tryst and yet Peter was already addicted to the lithe female, desperate to keep her in his life, in his bed, in his arms. "God, yes," she hissed, dragging out the S as she abandoned her tits to grab hold of one of her lover's broad shoulders, sinking her claws in firmly, "Show me how much you n-need me, m-make me want you j-just as much..." She gasped as she felt her lover's dick prod at her G-spot (at least, she thought it was her G-spot) and pulled him in even closer. "Mmmmm, j-just like that, d-don't stop, don't ever stop..." she whimpered, "Fuck me, big brother, fuck me!"

Peter shifted his support arm and moved it behind Roberta's slender neck, bracing one of his shins against the bed so he could really give it to her, driving himself home with all the gusto he could muster up, much to Roberta's delight, rolling her hips in time with her lover's thrusts, whimpering with pleasure each time their bodies met with a subdued wet smacking, almost inaudible beneath the couple's panting and grunting. Roberta clung to the enthusiastic male, digging her fingers into his back and holding on for dear life as he rutted into her hard enough to make the bed rock and creak, clenching his teeth in a futile attempt to hide his own enjoyment from her. With a small smile, Roberta gave her hand a twist without letting go of his shoulder, her claws raking lightly at his skin, and thanks to his feline heritage, this sent an unexpected burst of pleasure spreading through Peter's body. "Ah - ah, fuck!" he gasped, shuddering, and then he moaned, long and hard, enough so that for a moment, Roberta thought he'd reached the summit of his bliss, but the leopard just took in a deep breath and kept on thrusting. The two felines' bodies were limned in sweat, and the warm scent of musk and erotic pheromones filled the air, filled their lungs, drove them to further and further heights of passion as they gasped and moaned and rocked against each other. "God, I - I'm almost there," Roberta finally whimpered, "I'm g-gonna cooooome..." To her horror, Peter's pace eased off a little. "Maybe we sh-should slow d-down," he panted, grinning ferally, "Make it last longer..." The needy femme was pretty sure he was just teasing her, but she was so close to a beautiful orgasm that she didn't care, and gave him exactly what he wanted. "Noooo, don't," she whined, lowering her ears and pawing at his chest, "P-please, Peter, I'm so c-close, I need it s-so bad!" Giving him the Sad Kitty Eyes almost entirely unintentionally, the leopardess pouted at her lover. "Please f-fuck me, big brother!" she begged, "P-please make me come!"

Peter grinned and silently picked up the tempo again, driving himself into her hard enough to make her gasp on the first thrust, and then, as she frantically frigged off her clit, the trembling female closed her eyes and focused on the pleasure, whimpering 'yes, yes, yes, yes,' every time her lover hilted himself in her needy body. In no time at all, the pleasure was boiling over inside Roberta, and she gasped, arching her back and crying out in wordless bliss as white-hot ecstasy exploded forth to fill her entire being, leaving every nerve in her body tingling in its wake. As Roberta shuddered against her lover, helpless against her orgasm, her rear squeezed down on Peter's finger again and again, but the leopard didn't stop rubbing and teasing at her sensitive rump. Meanwhile, her pussy clenched and kneaded against the rigid cock buried inside her, massaging every inch of straining flesh, gripping it so hard it made Peter falter in his rhythm. Roberta revelled in the sensations of abject pleasure, the way her body twitched and trembled, the way her clitoris throbbed so hard against her fingers, but she was so focused on herself that she was caught off-guard when the energetic male groaned out loud, hunching over her and gasping as he stiffened. "Oh, fuck, little s-sister, I'm c-coming!" he cried, and he sheathed himself fully inside Roberta one last time as his climax overwhelmed him. He grunted in time with the spasms that rocked his body, and Roberta moaned aloud as she felt the sensation of his bare prick pulsing deep inside her, the spreading warmth of his hot, gooey seed as he ejaculated copiously into her. Her legs tightened around the trembling male's waist as he emptied his balls into her tight channel, painting the walls of her vagina with thick, creamy gouts of feline jism, as if he was claiming her as his own. From the hurricane of thoughts and emotions that accompanied her pleasures, a single idea made it to clarity in the leopardess' head. _ God, my - my big brother made me come_, she thought, My big brother is coming inside me! The thought turned Roberta on so much that it kicked her climax up a notch, and all she could do was cling to the handsome male like he was her anchor to reality and scream her bliss to the heavens as the leopards rode out their orgasms together.

When they'd burned their pleasures out completely, the two felines just lay there, loosely embracing each other and breathing deeply. Finally relaxing, Peter was resting his head on Roberta's cleavage, sweat dripping from his whiskers, and the sated female just stroked her fingers through his hair. She was so incredibly satisfied right now that she honestly wouldn't have minded if he fell asleep on top of her, since it would give her an excuse to nod off herself, with this nice warm man of hers serving as a blanket. But instead, Peter lifted his head and smiled at her, and she shivered and smiled back as they leaned in to kiss, slow and gentle and tender (and alright, a little tired), their bodies still entwined. When they broke it off, Roberta let her legs slip free from around her lover's waist, and Peter gave a tug and pulled his finger and his slowly-deflating dick free from her nethers. Roberta sighed softly as the sensation of fullness left her, but as she clenched her inner muscles and felt his warm seed squishing around inside her, she gave a satisfied smirk. Peter lay down next to her, idly wiped his finger on his thigh fur, more out of habit than from any actual problem, and pulled the slender femme into his arms. "Mmmm, that was fantastic," she murmured, nuzzling against his chest, relishing his masculine scent. "It was pretty fuckin' awesome, alright," he replied. She made eye contact and reached up to caress his cheek. "I love you, big brother," she whispered, "Thank you so much." He raised a hand of his own and pressed it against hers. "I love you too, little sister," he replied, "I guess you can say it was my pleasure." The two felines smiled warmly at each other for a few more seconds, and then, with a twitch, Roberta snickered. Then she giggled. Then she broke up into delighted laughter, shaking with the strength of her amusement. Peter, naturally, was helpless in the face of such mirth, and he quickly joined her, the two leopards clinging to each other and laughing like they hadn't a care in the world. When they finally regained control, they lay back, ribs aching, and grinned at each other with all the care and affection that anyone could ask for. "That was so much fun, Peter," Roberta said, her demeanour changing slightly, "I can't believe you went for it." The athletic male chuckled again and shrugged. "Fuck, I was so nervous before I started," he said, "caught myself in the hall mirror on the way in and the look on my face was like 'are you out of your goddamn mind?'" "Don't make me laugh again," Roberta protested with a smile, moving a hand to her abdomen, "My poor stomach..." He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Worth it, though," he said, "I haven't laughed like that since I was a kid." "Oh, definitely," she replied, "I have no idea how we both kept a straight face that whole time." Lying back, Peter put one hand behind his head and gestured vaguely to the ceiling. "I dunno," he said, "maybe it's just because it was so fucking hot..." "Mmmm, that's definitely true," she murmured, churring quietly, "God, Pete, I wish you really were my big brother."

Awash with the gentle pleasure of afterglow, savouring every feeling and sensation, Roberta slid that hand down from her tummy between her legs, to toy with her labia and feel the combination of her slick nectar and her lover's warm jism slowly oozing out of her. It was a lewd thrill she'd loved since the night she lost her virginity, but it paled in comparison to the kink they'd just indulged in. Rolling onto his side to face her, Peter smiled warmly at her and put his hand on her stomach. "I'm so glad you told me, Robba," he said, "Says you trust me a lot." "Jesus, when I first told you I had a thing for sister-brother incest, I thought you were going to dump me, I was so scared..." she whispered, lowering her ears, "The look on your face..." Peter began to rub her belly, churring soothingly. "Hey now," he said, "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I got all judgemental over stuff like that? I mean, I've told you about my weird shit, right?" "Well, yeah, but there's a difference between you liking feet and wanting to come on my face when I'm wearing glasses, and me wanting to pretend that we're blood relatives when we're having sex, and have you call me 'little sister'..." She sighed and added "My last ex told me as much. The word 'freakshow' was involved." Peter cringed and shook his head. "Okay, so that's what kind of boyfriend I would be..." he muttered, "The shitty kind. I mean, I'll admit it, I was kind of weirded out when you first told me, but you were so, what's the word, vehement that you didn't have any feelings for your real family members, you just thought the concept was hot... And when you were talking about how it didn't just have to be kinky sex, it could be, like, 'forbidden romance', all warm and lovey and stuff, that actually sounded... kinda nice." He stretched out his lower arm, wrapped it around her shoulders, and pulled her in closer to him. "I mean, it's not like you wanted to call me 'Jack' and wear your brother's cologne, right?" he pointed out, "I don't see anything wrong with a little roleplay, even if it is kind of kinky." "Ohhh, Peter, that means so much to me," she mewled, touching his face, "When you left last night, I still wasn't sure how you felt, so when you barged in here and started doing it out of the blue, I was so surprised..." She snickered and grinned at him again. "By the way, I really liked the detail that 'Mom and Dad aren't home', I kept catching myself worrying that they'd come home early, and then remembering that this is my apartment." She stretched out with a happy sigh and flopped down. "Mmmm... Can we just... stay in bed all day?" she asked, 'climbing' her fingers up his chest, "I kind of like the idea of spending the whole day in kinky debauchery with the man I love..." Peter made a stressed, anxious face, and then sighed. "God, as much as I'd love to try, given your stamina, we'd probably both die of dehydration," he said, "...Plus, we made plans with Devon and Christine today." Roberta's face fell; that hadn't been the answer she was hoping for.

"Fuuuuck, I forgot," she groaned, pouting, "But - but come on! The bed is soft and warm! I'm soft and warm! You can't have a wicked orgasm inside an arthouse music exhibition!" Peter reached over and booped her nose. "Not without getting arrested, anyway," he muttered, and the leopardess smiled despite herself. "Come on, 'little sister', you know you'll hate yourself tomorrow if you bail on them," he said, and Roberta groaned and nodded meekly. "Fiiiine, you're right, you're right, let's get a shower," she sighed, "But don't blame me if I try to make you hard while we're in public." The felines reluctantly stood up and left the bed, walking out of Roberta's bedroom. Used to living by herself, she was actually caught off-guard when she found her door had been locked as part of Peter's game. "Hey, about you just waltzing in here like you own the place..." she said, as they crossed the short hall to the bathroom, as naked as the days they'd been born. Peter shrugged again. "You did give me a key," he pointed out. "I know, but - but we're leopards, hon, you know how territorial we are!" The sweaty male raised both hands in a gesture of surrender. "Okay, okay, I know it's not cool of me," he admitted, "It's just that it was part of the, uh, the bit. I promise I'll call ahead whenever walking in unexpectedly isn't part of a sexy roleplay, okay?" She giggled at that as she turned on the water in the shower. "How often are you planning to do that?" she asked, and when Peter's only answer was to grin lewdly and waggle his eyebrows at her, she laughed and bopped him in the shoulder.

The shower made Roberta feel a lot better about abandoning her impromptu 'stay in and get fucked until I can't move' plan, which, as a spur-of-the-moment thing, wasn't that hard to give up anyway. "Hey," Peter said at one point, as he was scrubbing her back for her, "We knew each other as kids before I moved away, right? Did... did you really think of me the night you lost your virginity?" "Awww, sweetie!" she replied, looking over her shoulder, "I'm sorry, that was just part of the roleplay! You moved away right before high school, by the time I handed in my V-tags I hadn't thought about you in forever!" Seeing the obvious disappointment on his face, she quickly added "Not that running into you again in college wasn't the best thing that's ever happened to me, of course..." A few minutes passed in warm, wet silence, and then she had a question of her own. "Hey, Peter? It surprised the hell out of me back on our anniversary last year when you, you know..." She grinned as she paused, letting the look on her face fill in the blank. "But it kinda came out of nowhere, I hadn't hinted that I was into that or anything... Did you really find out that I love butt stuff from Debbie?" Her boyfriend's face was completely neutral, impossible to read. "I plead the fifth," he replied, flatly. "Ooooh, that feathered traitor!" she growled, playfully flexing her fingers and extending her claws, "Forget Devon and Christine, we can't stay home because I've got plans to murder Deborah today!" She laughed at the look on her lover's face. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding... or am I?"

A quick jaunt to the air-powered fur dryer booth, and the two of them were back in Roberta's room, fluffy and clean. As Peter got back into the clothes he'd been wearing when he arrived, Roberta picked out a new outfit more suitable for going out. Picking up a ruined pink shred of fabric, the delighted femme giggled. "God, when you ripped these off me, I was so pissed... but it was so fucking hot..." she murmured, "I'm gonna have to buy some cheap panties just so you can tear 'em off!" "I meant what I said about replacing them, by the way, that wasn't part of the game," Peter said, admiring her rump as she bent over to pick up the pieces and throw them out, "I would never break a promise to my 'little sister'." She smiled, but made herself think hard about the music exhibition instead of his sexy smile, to try and avoid getting turned on again. When she was fully clothed once more, with a pristine pair of panties to boot, the leopards prepared to leave and meet with their friends. "Hey, Peter?" she asked, as he pulled his shoes back on, "I just wanted to say, I really loved your 'confession' scene at the beginning, it was so natural and weirdly convincing, made the rest of it so easy." "Really?" he replied, "That's great, I thought you were confused for a second, started to worry you'd been making it up last night to mess with me." "Oh hell no," she said, "I was surprised when you walked in, sure, maybe a little annoyed that you hadn't called ahead, but when I understood why, it was fine... and the second you called me 'little sister', I got so wet..." Roberta actually shivered, thinking about the immense wave of arousal that had washed over her in that first moment, the way her pussy had clenched down hard as she realized what was happening. Peter said nothing to her little revelation, but the way his tail flicked off to the side and the enormous grin on his face spoke volumes. "So, the next time we do it, can I start?" she asked, slipping her coat on, "Maybe I could be the virginal little sister helping you get over your girlfriend dumping you." "As long as you don't do it tonight, when we're in public," Peter replied, "That sounds like an awesome idea."

Just as they stepped out the door, Roberta's eyes played over a picture on her wall, a group photo of herself, her parents, and her siblings that was a few years out of date. Seeing the smiles on those faces, the leopardess felt a sudden twinge of anxiety in her heart. She locked the door behind them, and as they walked towards the elevator, the lowered her voice and turned to Peter nervously. "Pete?" she whispered, "Um... I just remembered we're having dinner with my parents on the weekend, and... I feel kinda nervous? It's just... Mom can never, ever find out about this little game of ours, okay?" She sighed. "I'm already not sure she likes you. This would just be too weird for her." The relaxed leopard scoffed as he shrugged. "Hey, that's gonna be no problem at all," he replied, "As far as your mother is concerned, you and I live a totally chaste relationship. Might make it weird the next time I run into your actual older brother, but it won't change anything with your parents." Roberta smiled weakly at that, but something was still bothering her. "Hey..." she whispered, "Maybe I'm overthinking it, and I know it's a bit late for it, but..." She looked around, making sure the hall was clear. "Does, uh, doing that make us, you know... degenerates?" Peter stopped them right there in the hall and turned his girlfriend to face him. "No, sweetie, of course not," he said, firmly but quietly, "It's a harmless little game, and nobody's getting hurt. If you wanna talk about degeneracy, you could probably make a better argument about those people with the whips and the chains and the leather who are into inflicting pain on each other, eh? Trust me, Robba..." He took her hand in his, and together, they resumed walking towards the elevators. "...It's nobody's business but ours. What the two of us do behind closed doors is just between you and me... little sister."