FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Thanks to everyone who commented and advised me on the last chapter; same rules apply here. Comments/advice/criticism is welcome. Even if you're just dropping a line to say you like the story, it means a lot to me, and gives me motivation to work more. If you're looking for more yiffing, don't worry, it's coming soon.

Katherine stared up wordlessly as her brother, Sam, crouched over her, his paw reaching out to cup her cheek gently as his lips came down to meet hers. She moaned quietly when his tongue met hers, while his arms wrapped around her to hold her close. She felt so small compared to him. Even though he was thin, he was tall, and his shoulders were broad. Compared to her, he was a giant.

He grabbed the edge of her night shirt, slowly lifting it higher to expose more of her legs and thighs. She closed her eyes in shame as her panties were uncovered and he kept going, exposing her bare breasts and then pulling the shirt over her head. Her breathing quickened as he pulled her panties down and tossed them to the floor, his fingers sliding slowly back up her legs and sides. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. His fingers roamed her body and she felt like she was on fire.

"I want you," Katherine moaned. "Now." Sam spread her legs wordlessly and she stared into his eyes as he pushed into her with one thrust. Her breath caught and she cried out in pleasure, her arms wandering down his back as he began moving inside of her. "I love you Sam. I love you," she panted, clinging to his chest as he continued to drive into her. She was close, she could feel it. Just a little more...

Katherine woke from her pleasant dreams when the sunlight coming in strong from the window shifted into her eyes, and she nearly screamed in rage. Grumbling unhappily, she turned over expecting to see Sam still asleep, but the bed was empty except for her. She felt a second of irrational panic, but forced herself to calm down. He was probably back in his room. In fact, the clock said it was already past 10:00 am.

She stepped out of bed and started toward the door, but as her paw touched the doorknob, her breath started coming in short gasps and her fingers trembled. I'm afraid of meeting daddy, she realized. What will I say? What is he going to do? Whatever was going to happen, she couldn't do it in her bedclothes. Taking off her brother's old shirt, she folded it up carefully, almost lovingly, and put it back in her dresser. Frowning momentarily at the mess she had made of her panties and chastising herself, she found a new pair and fit them snugly on her hips. She sighed as she pulled out a bra and put it on, almost a joke since her tiny breasts could probably have gotten away with a training bra.

Katherine was a year ahead in school, so she was younger than all of her classmates, but even girls she knew her own age were maturing faster than her. Her chest was almost nonexistent and her hips had barely started to gain any shape at all. Combined with how short she was, she looked like a little kid, a look that was somehow accented by her thick glasses. She had thought about getting contacts instead once, but Sam had told her the glasses made her look cute and suddenly she hadn't wanted them anymore.

Pulling herself out of her thoughts, Katherine put on a pair of tight jeans and a white blouse that knocked her glasses of balance. She fixed them with one paw and tried her best to walk calmly to the door, her heart starting to beat faster. It's already ten; daddy should be at work by now.

She pulled the door open an inch to peek into the hallway before stepping out. The sounds of food being cooked came from downstairs along with a smell that made her mouth water.

Mustering her courage with a little help from her empty stomach, Katherine crept downstairs slowly and padded as quietly as possible through the living room to look into the kitchen, holding the tip of her tail in her paws nervously. Her heart calmed immediately when she saw that it was Sam at the stove, his back to her, and she took a moment just to watch him like she usually did.

Sam was humming quietly to himself as he cooked, his dark hair and fur still wet from a shower and his tail happily swishing back and forth. Katherine realized that she was holding her tail like a kitten and promptly let it go. While Katherine and their parents had all had brown hair, Sam's was so dark that it was almost black, and she knew as soon as it dried it would be sticking out and up all over the place. He was wearing a simple white shirt, like her, but with shorts as always. As long as she could remember, Sam had never voluntarily worn pants, even in the winter, claiming they were too hot and that he liked the cold more anyway. Even now, he owned just one pair of pants and one pair of jeans that he used only when he had to.

Stepping around from the corner, Katherine walked uncertainly over to him, and he turned to smile at her. "Morning sister," he said brightly, flipping a finished pancake out of the pan and onto a plate. Katherine felt her heart ache when she saw the discolored bruise that was visible under the white fur on his cheek. She had always liked his fur pattern. Her fur was like their parents', with an almost even coloring of light and dark fur that ran in stripes on her limbs and face, fading to a mixed color on her back and white on her neck and stomach. With Sam's fur, it had always looked to her like the larger black stripes were trying to envelope the smaller white ones. But now it just looked like they were trying to cover up the bruise. "I made chocolate chip pancakes."

Katherine knew what he was trying to do, making her favorite food. He was trying to cheer her up like he always did when he knew she was upset. She got him hit in the face, and then he woke up early to make her breakfast. He even looked like he was still tired and hadn't gotten enough sleep. It was so much like him that she almost felt like laughing. Crossing her arms over her chest, Katherine looked down. "I'm not hungry," she lied.

Sam frowned and then pushed the plate under her nose. "Chocolate chip pancakes!" he repeated as if he thought she must have misheard. Katherine was about to protest when her stomach growled loudly, and she blushed, taking the plate wordlessly. Sam smiled triumphantly and piled up his own plate, ushering her to the table and getting milk for both of them. Katherine just picked at her food at first, as Sam talked to her; about movies that were coming out that he wanted to see, and wanted to know if she was interested in, his plans to go to the bookstore later and if she wanted to come, and other ordinary things. It felt so normal that before she knew it, Katherine had cleaned her plate and they were laughing over old jokes.

As they were cleaning the dishes afterward, Katherine was trying to think of a way to talk about what had happened the night before, but Sam beat her to it. "I talked to dad before he left for work," he mentioned offhandedly. "He didn't remember what happened last night. He thought I had got in a fight or something. I told him I walked into a door, and I don't think he could decide if I was joking or not."

Katherine's paws slowed and then stopped. That was like her brother; not letting anything bother him. His father beat him and he made a joke about it. For some reason she felt like crying again, but she pushed it down. "I-" she started to say, but Sam continued before the first word was out of her mouth.

"I'll talk to him about the drinking when he gets home tonight, so you don't have to worry about it. If you want, you can just stay in your room when he gets home. I'll tell him you're not feeling well or something and I'm taking care of you," he said gently, and Katherine just nodded her head in thanks. "Kat, I.....if he ever comes back home late again, or even tonight, I want you to stay in your room and lock the door." Katherine looked up at him in surprise, but he was staring into the sink, no longer washing either. "If he knocks on your door or something, just ignore it and I'll take care of it. Pretend you're asleep."

Katherine stared at him in amazement. She couldn't remember seeing him get like this over anything before. But she did recognize the set of his face; he looked like he had last night after their dad hit him. He had looked ready to fight, even though their father was much larger and obviously stronger, and he had the same resolute look now. Then he turned to her and smiled, and suddenly he was his same old self. "So don't worry about it, okay?"

Katherine turned and hugged him suddenly, making him yelp. "Hey! Stop it! You're all wet!" She laughed and just hugged him tighter, and after a second he hugged her back.

"I love you," she mumbled against his chest.

There was a moment of silence and then he murmured "I love you too, sis." Katherine felt her heart leap. It wasn't what she felt for him she knew, but at least it was something. "I'll finish up here; I know you still need to finish your homework."

"Thanks," Katherine said, beaming as she pulled herself away from him. "Will you look over it when I'm done?" He had always done great in school, getting good grades even though he never even studied, but he tried to claim that she was smarter anyway.

"You know they only check those summer assignments for completion, right? You don't have to make them perfect," he laughed, tousling her already unruly morning hair.

"I know, but otherwise I won't know what I need to work on," she replied awkwardly. Sam just laughed again and assured her that he would help before she hurried upstairs. She still needed to take a shower after last night.

The smile slid off of Sam's face as he finished the dishes. "'I love you,' huh?" he murmured to himself, drying off his paws. She sounded just like she had last night, when her heavy breathing had woke him up and he had heard her calling his name. After she had fallen asleep, he had carefully moved her back to the other side of the bed, but hadn't been able to fall asleep, and couldn't leave her alone after what had happened. So he had just lain in bed until morning, when he had heard his father walk past. Then, he had snuck out of her room and gone downstairs to talk, but his father hadn't remembered anything and had been in a rush to leave.

Sam leaned heavily on the counter and cursed under his breath. He hadn't been feeling well again recently, and a sleepless night wasn't helping. Making sure everything was put away, he made his way upstairs slowly and into his cluttered room. He had been stuck in his room often when he was little because of illness, and had taken up hobbies that fit that lifestyle: reading, videogames, building models and things like that, which now took up most of the space on shelves and bookcases around the room.

Flopping down onto his bed, he picked up a picture of his sister and him when she had been accepted into high school a year early. In the photo, he had his arm around her shoulders and was smiling proudly, while she was practically bouncing on her heels. He had noticed her acting oddly toward him only a short time ago: looking at him strangely when she didn't think he was paying attention or watching him without saying anything like she had when she came to the kitchen. Although he hadn't realized it, a part of him had been afraid that this was happening.

"Damn it," Sam muttered quietly. "Why did you have to love me?" He closed his eyes and was asleep in moments, the picture clutched in his paw.

Katherine was back in her room, wrapped in a fluffy robe to keep her wet fur warm and putting the finishing touches on her homework. She was having trouble concentrating; finding her mind drifting back to the night spent sleeping with her brother more than anything involving her father. Pushing the chair back, she walked to her bed and lay down in the spot where Sam had slept, sighing dreamily.

She had finally had a chance to sleep curled up next to him like she had wanted, as if they were a real couple. She didn't want to go back to sleeping alone, with only an old shirt and a chance dream to remind her of her brother. She wanted him to hold her as she drifted off to sleep, telling her that he loved her, and know that he'd be there when she woke up. And she wanted him. She wanted to run her fingers through his fur and kiss him all over. She wanted those embarrassing dreams to come true; for him to undress her and touch her and kiss her. Just thinking about it made her cheeks burn, but she couldn't help it. She wanted to make love to her brother. It was wrong, it was uncomfortable, and most likely it was impossible. But she had to try. She had to tell him. Maybe he felt the same way. Maybe she could convince him. Katherine took a deep breath and purred. She wanted her bed to never stop smelling like her brother.