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The start of a series (hopefully) that I've been thinking about for a while. Criticism/advice/suggestions are always appreciated. If you notice a typo or grammer error, just let me know. Enjoy.

Katherine Woods stopped writing math equations to clean off her glasses on her shirt. The world temporarily grew out of focus and indistinct until the glasses were perched on her nose again. The 14 year old feline was already dressed for bed, in an oversized shirt that covered her black and silver patterned fur almost to her knees, but was forcing herself to stay up until she could finish her assignment. It was only the first week of summer break, but she always liked to finish her work early so she didn't have to worry about it at the end of vacation when all her friends were freaking out because they were out of time.

As she hunched over the desk to continue her work, she heard the door open and shut downstairs. Glancing at the clock, Katherine saw that it was already midnight and sighed sadly. She and her brother had been living with just their father since their mother died more than a year ago, but it hadn't been that bad until he had lost his job several months ago. He had managed to find a new job, but it paid a lot less and the hours were longer. Since then, he had been spending more and more nights at bars and coming home later and later.

As she heard footsteps coming up the stairs, Katherine started to feel a little nervous. She had wanted to talk to her father and ask him to stop, but always chickened out at the last second. She was finally going to do it today when he got home, but it happened to be a day that he stayed out late. Katherine decided that if she didn't do it now, she would just keep putting it off forever. Standing on shaky legs, Katherine crept to the door and peeked into the hallway, waiting for her father to pass by, since his room was at the opposite end of the hallway from the stairs.

When he reached her door, Katherine took a deep breath and opened it fully. "Um...daddy?" she called out tentatively. "Can I ask you something?" She bit her lip nervously as he turned to face her, his eyes slightly blurry with intoxication and his clothes rumpled. He was a large man, close to 6 feet tall and with wide shoulders and a muscular body. Katherine took after her mother, being short, only a little over 4 feet, and slender in an athletic way from playing sports, with more silver than black in her fur. She had always hoped she would keep growing, but right now all she could think of was how much larger her father was.

He walked to her doorway and Katherine stepped back instinctively. "What?" he asked in a tired voice and Katherine began thinking that maybe she should wait after all.

She swallowed uneasily and took a deep breath. "I w-wanted to ask you to stop staying out so late," she managed to force out after a few seconds, staring at her feet and rubbing one arm with her other hand.

"Why?" her father asked after a few seconds of awkward silence.

"I j-just think it's not good for you to be drinking that much, and to be staying out so late, and spending so much money in bars," Katherine managed to force out. She glanced quickly at his face and then back down at her feet as the silence dragged on. Her striped tail began flicking nervously behind her.

"And since when do you decide what I'm allowed to do?" he asked in a deep, quiet voice.

Katherine licked her lips and forced herself to continue. "I-I don't, I j-just-"

"Do you think you know better than me? Are you suddenly in charge, girl?" he demanded angrily, cutting her off.

Katherine's eyes went wide and she started to stammer a reply when he stepped forward and grabbed her arm, squeezing it painfully. She cried out, but he ignored her.

"Isn't it enough that I work all day to provide for you?" he yelled, cutting off her protests. Up close, his eyes looked wild and she could smell the alcohol on him. Once again, she realized how much bigger than her he was as his grip tightened. "Do you want me around to wait on you hand and foot too?"

Katherine didn't know what to do. She had never seen her father like this and it terrified her. She was about to protest that that wasn't what she meant when a different voice cut her off. "Dad? What's going on?"

Katherine and her father's heads swiveled simultaneously to face the door, and Katherine felt relief flood her body at the sight of her brother, Sam. The noise had obviously just woke him up as he was dressed only in his boxers and was still rubbing sleep from his eyes. Sam was only two years older than her but was already over six feet tall, taking after their father, with more black in his fur than silver. He had always been a sickly child and although he had been much better in the past few years, he was still incredibly thin. Just standing there, Katherine could almost see the outline of his ribs in his white furred stomach.

"Nothing," their father said as Katherine tried vainly to free herself again, "go back to bed."

Katherine sent a frantic and pleading look at her brother, and his gaze moved to her for a few seconds before meeting their father's eyes again. "Dad, let her go," he said quietly.

"Go back to bed," the larger man repeated, and his grip on Katherine tightened fractionally.

"Let go of-" Sam started to say again, but the adult's other arm whipped out, and he backhanded Sam in the face, slamming him into the door before he sank to the ground. Katherine cried out again and Sam clutched his cheek, working his jaw experimentally. His lip was split, but he didn't seem to notice, glaring up at their father. He forced himself to his feet, his hands balling into fists and his arms shaking. "Let her go," he growled angrily, baring his fangs.

The world seemed to stop for Katherine as the two males stared off, and she was about to shout for Sam to stop when her father let go of her and walked out without saying anything. A few seconds later, she heard his bedroom door shut. Katherine and her brother looked at each other silently, and suddenly she found herself crying and holding herself. In a flash, Sam was beside her, holding her and murmuring soothing things into her ear. She threw her arms around him and wept into his chest, and Sam just held her, stroking her long brown hair and waiting for her to cry herself out.

After a minute, Katherine pulled back, pushing up her glasses to wipe her eyes. "I-I'm s-sorry," she mumbled between short breaths.

Sam smiled, and then winced when the dried blood on his lip cracked and started bleeding again. An ugly black bruise was already developing on his cheek, but he didn't seem to notice. "Don't worry about it I'm fine. How's your arm? Are you hurt?" he asked, taking her arm carefully to examine it.

"I-I'm fine," Katherine said, settling her glasses on her nose and looking at the bruise appearing on her arm. "A little sore," she admitted.

Sam looked at the bruise silently, then bent over her arm to kiss it gently. "All better?" he asked with a smile, ignoring his lip.

Katherine couldn't help but laugh, blushing slightly. "I'm not a little kid anymore," she told him with a matching smile. "That doesn't work anymore."

"It always worked when we played together," Sam said, tousling her hair. "You were a crybaby then and you're a crybaby now."

"Stop it," Katherine protested, blushing more. She didn't mind him making fun of her; it helped her feel like everything was normal, which was probably what he was trying to do. "Thank you," she said quietly.

The smile faded from Sam's face and he touched her cheek gently. "If it ever happens again, just call me and I'll come running." Katherine nodded and his fingers moved to the collar of her shirt. "Is this another one of my shirts?"

Katherine's blush returned, deeper this time, and she pushed his fingers away. "Y-you don't wear it anymore. And I like your shirts, they're comfortable to sleep in," she mumbled, not meeting his eyes. She had four of them now, each one had been snuck out of his room when she decided that he didn't wear it anymore and wouldn't miss it. What she didn't say was that a reason she liked his shirts was because they still smelled a little like him, which had helped her sleep since their mother had died.

Sam laughed at her blush and dropped his hand. "I don't mind. It looks better on you anyways," he said, turning to leave, his hand on the doorknob.

"W-wait!" Katherine exclaimed, grabbing his arm. Sam looked at her questioningly and she stared at her feet. "W-will you stay in here tonight. I d-don't want to be alone."

Sam looked at her silently for a moment before smiling reassuringly. "Of course," he replied as he shut the door. "I'll sleep at the desk. It won't be the first time I slept on math work."

Katherine let go of his arm embarrassedly and turned quickly to hide yet another blush. She got in bed and pulled the covers up as Sam sat down at her desk, looking down at her work. Taking a deep breath, she steeled her nerves before speaking up. "I-I don't mind if you sleep in the bed. It's big enough for both of us."

Sam looked over at her in surprise and she looked away, embarrassed. "We used to sleep together all the time and....and I'd feel safer," she admitted. Sam was still for several endless seconds before getting up and crossing the room silently.

He paused as he lifted up the covers. "Are you sure?" he asked, giving her a curious look. Katherine nodded, scooting to the other edge and placing her glasses on the nightstand. Sam flicked off the light and she heard a rustle of covers as he got in.

Katherine stared up at the ceiling and listened to the sound of her brother's breathing, finding herself unable to sleep. Her hand kept going unconsciously to the bruise on her arm, and she would pull it away quickly. After a while, she called out her brother's name softly. When he didn't respond, she called out a little louder. Satisfied that he was asleep, she quietly scooted over to his side. She was sure that he wouldn't wake up; he had always been a heavy sleeper.

Her heart was beating frantically in her chest, but she knew that she wouldn't get another chance. She wasn't sure how long she had been in love with her brother, but she had realized it shortly after their mother died. She started having trouble sleeping and would go to his room to talk late at night, sitting on the edge of his bed sometimes for more than an hour. She always felt more relaxed afterward and would have no trouble falling asleep. Soon after that, she took one of his shirts to sleep in. Somehow the smell had made her feel better and helped her sleep.

She had begun dreaming about him after that, and hanging around him more often. She would peek at him when he left the shower and find reasons to go into his room at night. Sam had always been there to take care of her, just like tonight, even though she had always been physically stronger. Always smiling and trying to cheer her up or helping her with her homework. He always thought about her first when they were little, letting her pick the movies and television shows or what they would eat for dinner.

Reaching out a shaky hand, she placed it on his chest, sliding her fingers through his fur and holding her breath. When he didn't wake up, she moved closer, resting her cheek on his thin chest. She breathed in deeply, taking in his smell, and felt her heart beat faster. "I'm sorry you got hurt," she murmured. "I was so scared, and I didn't know what was going to happen, and then you showed up and saved me. It's like a scene from a movie or something. You're always taking care of me and...and I love you."

As she stroked his chest and breathed in his scent, her body started to feel hot and before she knew it, she was rubbing herself through the shirt. She froze when Sam shifted slightly, staying motionless for fear that he had woken up. After a few seconds, she couldn't help herself and slipped her hand under her panties, running one finger up and down her slit. She began breathing heavily, her free arm sliding across Sam's chest to hold him tight.

Katherine gasped as she pushed one finger inside herself, imagining that it was her brother pleasuring her. "Oh Sam," she moaned quietly, repeating his name as she moved her finger faster, pressing her face into his chest. "Sam...Sam....faster," she panted, kissing his chest as her free hand slid up to caress his cheek. She whimpered as her orgasm hit, her pussy clamping down her finger, and held in a loud moan with difficulty. She started to drift off to sleep and murmured, "I love you Sam," imagining that he was holding her and saying it back.