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Sleep is as close to death as we can get without actually dying.

I, for one, sleep relatively soundly, save for the occasional bout of insomnia which I imagine is normal for a seventeen year old like myself.

It's not the pressure of doing well in school or anything like that. That's easy to deal with. At least, it's easy for me to deal with. No, what typically keeps me awake at night is my libido, fired up as it normally is from a _very_active imagination and vivid dreams.

Basically, once I start dreaming and get my 'self' into a sexy situation, I typically wake up just as it gets good and can't get back to sleep until I've taken care of things. Easy to imagine it being a common problem, especially for those of us with high sex drives, so I make the best of it and don't get too put off when I'm robbed of sleep. At least it's fun most of the time.

I sigh as I sit up in my bed, the silence of the house around me providing a sort of unsettling comfort as the complete absence of sound filled my head.

Myjockstrap,my go-to choice of undergarment most days and nights, istented away from my groin with a wet spot already spreading from where the tip of my dick ispressed against it. I had been complimented on my choice of underwear before; apparently these ones make my ass look perfectly 'slappable' as one individual on a hookup app I browse periodically put it. I just saw them as a silky pouch with some extra straps that let me feel naked and... well...

Accessible.

There was an urge deep inside me as I extracted myself from bed and stretched, my long thick tail swishing back and forth above my 'slappable' buns.

I was honestly tempted to see if that individual would be awake and willing to drive by and pick me up for a romp in their truck. I grumbled as I checked my phone to find that it was nearly three in the morning though;far past the time I figured would be reasonable for a quick hook up.Luckily, I had a backup already sharing the house with me.

My older brother, Scott.

When I said that sleeping was as close to being dead as it was possible to get without actually being dead?

I was pretty sure Scott had nightly conversations with the Reaper with how deeply he slept.

When I was going through my sexual awakening, of course I ended up gravitatingto my brother's room.

He was a prime male specimen, my attraction to him cultivated by years of sharing the same home and catching glimpses of him naked, working out, even masturbating on occasion. Given my lustful tendencies, I had even snuck into his room several times over the years to both ogle his body under his sheets, snoop through his underwear drawer, and, as much as I didn't want to admit it, molest him.

Just a little bit, though.

Scott seemed to have the same vivid dreams I was prone to having, and on a few of my visits, when I lifted his sheets to let my eyes feast, he was fully erect and oh so tantalizing.

There was no way I could have resisted the urge to grope him, especially once I learned just how deeply he slept. Doing it whenever I got the chance probably wasn't something to be really proud of, but damn it if it didn't scratch my itch perfectly. I wanted him to ravage me, so fondling him until he unloaded all over my hands seemed a good compromise. He got a happy ending in his dream, and I got to lick my brother's cum off of my hands.

Of course, he also had to deal with the mess in the morning but that wasn't something I lost sleep over. He's twenty-three and in his final year of college. I'm sure he's woken up to worse things.

Tonight would be no different than any other.

As I made my way out of my room and down the darkened hallway towards his room, I keep my ears swivelling to ensure no one else in the house was stirring. You can never be too careful when it comes to jerking off your older brother while he sleeps at three in the morning.

The knob of his door doesn't make a sound, and the hinges remain blissfully silent as I push it open, though I knew even if they did squeak Scott would remain unconscious. I moved slowly but surely, stepping into the room and turning to gently close it behind me. The click it made when I released the knob might as well have been as loud as a gunshot to me, but still, I knew what I could get away with at this point.

A soft blue lightmade the room almost glow as moonlight filtered in through the partially open blinds over the window opposite the door, and it was more than enough to illuminate my brother's slumbering form. There's enough light for me to alsonotice a pair of boxers lying in a heap at the foot of his bed, so I bend over to retrieve them, holding them to my felinemuzzle for a long inhale.

I don't know if it's the smell of day-long dick that's clung to the fabric, or if it's just the smell of Scott himself, but damn if it didn't get my spine tingling without fail.

Scott himself was lying on his back, a comforter covering everything from his flat stomach on down.

For a snow leopard, my brother has always been one to feel cold at night. It's weird, I know. This time of year, even for people without our level of fluff, a thin sheet would have been more than enough to keep you comfortable, but Scott just hadto be different and always kept his thick comforter on all night long.

I reach out and lift up the side of the comforter, admiring my sibling's strong body as I tended to do every time I saw him without clothes. Hell, even just seeing his biceps when he wore t-shirts was enough to make me a little weak in the knees. I never tired of the sight of the curves of his muscles, the plum sized balls hanging low between his legs, and the girth of his cock even when flaccid...

As I lean forward, getting most of my upper half under the blanket and closer to his crotch, I take a moment to savour the heat trapped under the fabric. It radiated from Scott's body, making me wonder for the umpteenth time how he could ever feel cold in the first place, but as an added bonus, it made the scent of his intimate area that much stronger.

This was a smell I was _very_familiar with, both with Scott and with others who's crotches I've visited, only this time, the heat amplified it to be twice as strong.

My mouth watered as I gently reachedmy free hand out to heft his heavy balls, shivering slightly as I feel my fingers become damp with the sweaty underside of his shaft. Fuck it's glorious.

There's a little snap in the back of my mind as I lift his shaft with the back of my hand, seeing it flop back against his stomach just makes me want to push the limits I've already established. I want to,need to, finally get a taste of that glorious flesh he's got.

I was immensely jealous of anyone that got to get in my brother's pants while he was off at school. One night stands, girlfriends, boyfriends, whoever he deigned to unzip for. They got to experience a true wonder in its full glory, while I was relegated to enjoying it entirely on my own terms while Scott remained utterly passive.

It was a shame, but I did my best to enjoy it to the fullest.

Luckily for me, Scott tended to sleep further onto the left side of his bed, which left me with just enough room to rest my upper half on the mattress as I snuck myself further under the comforter. I could enjoy the heat and the scent and now, as I gently shifted his hardening shaft to hang lewdly over his hip towards me, the taste, while remaining comfortable.

The moment my tongue connected with his shaft my mind erupted in bliss.

I could feel that wet spot on the front of my jock get wetter, likely already soaking into the mattress I was gently grinding against as I savoured my brother. I dragged my tongue down his entire length until I couldn't reach any farther, then returned to the tip where I found a strand of pre already hanging from his head.

Fuck if I could bottle this...

I curled my tongue under his head and lifted his shaft, which was no small feat considering his size, and guided it between my lips. I was finally sucking the dick of my dreams, and the fact that it belonged to my older brother meant less than nothing.

Cock was cock, after all. This one just happened to be attached to both my sibling, and a big societal taboo.

I paused the moment I heard a groan from above, realizing that I had now pushed the limits of what I knew I could get away with and risked going too far.

Frozen in place, I couldn't help but shift my tongue every now and then and swallow what precum collected within my muzzle. For at least five minutes, I just lay there, silently and ever-so-gently suckling on the top few inches of one of the bigger cocks I'd ever tangled with, waiting to see if my brother would wake up and realize just what was going on.

It occurred to me then that I had never really given any consideration to what I would do if he ever did wake up at any point. I don't know if it was negligence, or if in some perverse way I got off on the idea that I would have no way to back out or excuse to cover myself with.

Who knew, and who cared?

I decided I had waited long enough and shifted myself further onto the bed, getting more of Scott's shaft into my muzzle as I brought myself closer. A moan rumbled through my throat as the heat under the blanket and the scent of my brother's crotch started to overwhelm my brain. I could almost _feel_my critical thinking skills shut down as all of my thoughts began to give over to getting more of that delicious shaft pressing between my lips and disappearing into the back of my throat.

I had to keep one arm braced underneath my chest to keep myself from collapsing onto Scott's waist, but my free hand, almost on its own, left the hot canyon between his strong legs and moved back to my ass. On instinct my fingers found my hole, clenching and flexing as it yearned for something more than just a digit or two to fill it.

There was nothing I wanted more as I struggled to press my nose into Scott's thicker pubic fur than to have him balls deep under my tail. Even as my throat constricted and ached trying to accommodate his size, I pressed my fingers deep, imagining it was my brother preparing me for the ride of my dreams.

I pictured him picking me up at a club, or chatting me up on a sidewalk, flirting as I imagined he did with anyone he wanted, just to get me to let him lead me to some secluded bathroom or alleyway or wherever was available...

Without even realizing it, I had climbed fully onto his bed, propping myself up on one elbow while I fingered myself. There was something I wanted to try.

Something I had to try.

My libido wouldn't let me back down from the commitment.

Slurping my way off of his shaft, I pulled my muzzle back, watching his cock flop back over his hip as I struggled to collect myself. I didn't get this far by throwing caution to the wind, I reminded myself; chastising my sex drive as I waited, trying to make sure that my temporary loss of control hadn't roused Scott from his deep slumber.

Slow breaths in and out through my nose calmed me. The heat under Scott's comforter was stifling, but I loved it in every way. My body was near melting, sweat matting my fur just the way I loved it when it came to sex. It always made me feel run-down, utterly and completely spent and unable to resist anything or anyone.

I reminisced for a few short moments about a sleepover I had had at a friend's place while his sibling had a friend over at the same time. My friend and I had enjoyed ourselves until midnight before sleep called, and I was at a point similar to where I found myself now; panting and sweaty and overheating, when I had gone to rehydrate. Of course, I just had to run into my friend's brother, who knew exactly what we had been up to and essentially started fucking me on the kitchen counter along with his friend...

I should check in on them to set up another round or three...

I dragged myself back to the present, to the continued steady breathing of my older brother as he lay before me, and to the realization that, once again, I had pushed the boundaries and come out on top. Scott slept on, and in the haze of heat and musk that collected under the comforter where I lay, I decided to take one more risk...

Slowly, gently, I slid myself up along the mattress until I was lying on my stomach alongside my brother. It was odd to imagine myself waking up to the sight of him next to me, so I took a bit of time to savour that idea before I rolled onto my side, facing away from him.

With my left hand, I reached back and found his slick cock, shivering as I felt it throb in my gentle grip.

I scooted my hips back until I could feel my cheeks brush against his hip, and with my position as comfortable as I could possibly make it, I guided the head of his cock to my ass.

Awkward wouldn't have been a good enough word to describe my attempt to get him inside me. Obviously there was little hope to begin with, but at the very least, I could content myself with at least feeling the head of his cock kiss my ring, matting my fur with his pre and potentially his seed provided I didn't tire of jacking him off in the position I was in.

Just as I got myself into a good rhythm, my world was upended.

Never before had my brother moved while I was attending to him.

Never.

I suddenly found myself pinned in place when Scott shifted in his sleep, rolling over to his right and landing squarely on top of me.

A shock of panic rushed through my entire body as I was trapped under his substantial weight. My tail was pinned up against my back, my left arm stuck between Scott's strong hips and my own ass, and my chest pushed firmly into the mattress by his muscled bulk.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Scott was still fast asleep, his body weight left to completely smother me underneath him, and I struggled to control my breathing after the wind had been knocked from my lungs.

I didn't know what I could do at that point to get myself free. I doubted Scott would be particularly thrilled to find his younger brother sharing his bed come morning, reeking of precum and sweat...

Gathering my thoughts and settling my mind, I started to breath deeply.

One step at a time...

With small tugs and shifts, I freed my left arm.

From there, I just knew it would be a simple matter of making micro-adjustments, inch by agonizing inch of movement to drag myself out from under my brother. But of course, just as I was about to start the slow process of extrication, I froze.

Scott was starting to grind himself against me.

Whatever dream he was having, or whatever dream I had inadvertently helped create for him given what I had been doing, was obviously going to be an intimate one. Whether he was capable of realizing it or not, as he ground away against whoever he was with in his mind, he was really sliding his cock between the ass cheeks of his younger brother.

I think I could be forgiven for being torn on how to feel.

I knew I had to get myself out of his bed, but I also knew that I wasn't likely to find myself in thatsituation again, and I still felt like I was in the throes of what I could only describe as heat. The pillar of flesh slipping and grinding over my tail hole was immensely intimidating, but I _ached_to have it inside me.

Years of teasing myself, of only dipping my toes in the pool of this particular taboo, had left me in no fit state to be able to choose the safer path and get myself back to my own room. I drew my left arm closer to me, gripping the sheets as my hips pressed back into Scott's grinds.

I was rewarded with a grunt and a few very hard thrusts, but there was a fear in the back on my mind that was more worried about how much those thrusts would have hurt if they had found their mark.

Scott may well have already been balls-deep in whoever he was dreaming about, and that did not bode well for my own comfort if he ever found my tail hole. I wanted him to find it all the same though...

I could take the pain. I knew it wouldn't last. I knew it would be beyond worth it to have Scott finally claim my ass.

More grunting filled my ears, and I was forced to let go of my final chance at escape as my brother wrapped his strong arms around my lithe body. He squeezed with the strength of someone who wasn't aware, who couldn't be aware, that he was dealing with a real person and not a figment of his imagination. I felt the breath leave my lungs again, only a token amount of air left to me to let me release a pathetic squeak.

That was when I got both my worst fear and my deepest desire given to me.

My tail hole was forced open by my brother's broad head, my earlier fingering making that one small entry bearable coupled as it was with Scott's pre. That was where my comfort ended.

I buried my face into the mattress, my body seizing up as Scott forced himself into me. There was nothing gentle or caring about it. It was as if my brother just carried on fucking whoever he had been fucking in his dreams, rather than spearing his smaller brother on his cock with minimal preparation. I felt tears run down my cheeks as I grit my teeth and bore the brutal mounting, equally hating my brother for the rough treatment but being unable to justify it considering I had been the one to force things to this point in the first place.

This was me getting what I had wanted, but also getting a lesson taught to me at the same time, and I had no one to blame but myself.

My thoughts were constantly dashed each time Scott bottomed out in me, but I managed to hold onto the knowledge that the pain would eventually subside. It was taking its sweet time, though, so instead I tried to focus on the heat of Scott's body pressed against mine, of the sheen of sweat under my fur, of the billiard ball sized nuts draped over the back of my thighs...

There it was...

In my minds eye, I imagined what we looked like to someone standing next to the bed.

A nearly two-hundred pound wall of snow leopard muscle grinding harshly against a much smaller, much more feminine feline, uncaring, uncompromising... feral.

Scott didn't have the presence of mind to care, and I didn't have the option to stop it or even slow it. I had turned myself into a simple hole for my older brother to fuck in his sleep, and that left me with no choices, no rights, no purpose beyond simply taking it like a champ as my brother's grunting began to increase above me.

You must be getting close...

The pain had subsided somewhat, but my body was still screaming at me to stop what was happening.

Please Scott just cum... Cum in me and be done with me...

I couldn't stop the gasps and grunts coming from my own muzzle,caution being thrown to the wind as I was ravaged. The fur between my asscheeks and down the back of my thighs was soaked in sweat and precum, and my joints were aching from being pinned in place so firmly even though it really hadn't been for too long.

Scott was barely thrusting now, his body's autopilot deciding he was close enough that he'd rather his dick stay as deep in me ass possible with only token movements of his hips. He was pulling out only an inch or two at a time, hips clapping back against my ass in quick jerking motions as he reached his peak and then...

His entire body seized up, squeezing me so tightly it almost hurt as he started to unload into me. I could feel the heat radiate from my bowels to the tips of my damn ears as Scott came, and came hard. In spite of the pain, of the realization that I had made such a mistake, I groaned in bliss as I took everything my brother had to offer.

I could feel some of his load seep back out around his fat shaft as my body reached its capacity, soaking the fur between my legs even more as Scott finally loosened his grip and slumped back down on top of me.

I was sore. I was aching.

But damned if I wasn't the happiest I had ever been.

I couldn't tell how much time passed from that point on, but just as I was about to pass out from exhaustion, I felt Scott's cock soften enough to slip out from under my tail. My face burned as I felt a small flood of cum rush out over my legs a moment later.

My brother's final act was to roll over onto his back once again, removing my source of overwhelming heat and letting the musky air of the bedroom cool my body. I found it uncomfortable, and actually wished Scott hadn't moved away, but I needed to get back to my own room while I could.

There had once been a line drawn in the sand for what I could get away with in regards to these little visits of mine, but that line had been completely erased now. I knew that nothing was off the table when it came to sneaking into my brother's room, nothing that I'd want to have happen at least, but there was no way that I would be going in unprepared ever again...

Even if I only planned to jack him off, or give him a blowjob, I had to take my unreasonable and overpowering thirst into account for everything now.

I stood up on shaking legs, opting to take my sibling's discarded boxers with me just to ensure I wouldn't be dripping cum onto the floor as I made my way back into my own room. When I reached my bed, I still couldn't believe what I had done, that I had actually gotten away with it...