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Quality Couch Time

By KichigaiKitsune, copyright 2020, 2021.

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Story Codes: b/ __M, b/M/F, masturbation, bondage, tickling_ , overstimulation, consensual, dry orga_sm

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" Yo..."

Somewhere, so far away, a voice tried to penetrate the fog - the mental mist of adrenaline and flashing lights. A technicolor curtain that had insulated and distracted his mind for the past few hours.

It sounded so far away, so distant, so removed from his current situation, his all-consuming need to watch every shadow, to vigilantly watch for every chance to down his enemies in this hostile world, to twitch in reaction to the slightest hint of danger, that it couldn't possibly be real... Yet it came again.

"Yo, little dude! Are you ready to finish up for the movie?"

... He was so close. So_sure someone was nearby, a chance at the satisfaction of taking out one of his opponents. To show them _exactly why you needed to look for armor first, guns second, in the early moments of the first round of -!

"Yo, Cody? You hear me?"

"H-huh?" Somehow, the young cheetah's mind reconnected with its surroundings long enough for him to reply, but a microsecond later he was leaning forward even more as the console controller clacked away in his paws. The flashing screen in front of him, almost blinding him with the flashing light in the otherwise dark living room, hypnotising him with the staccato rhythms of virtual gunfire in the distance. Virtual action, but far away from where he was in this virtual world.

"Hey bud. Movie-time. Remember?"

Eventually, his mind swam back to reality. He turned away from the bright screen, blinking owlishly up at the blurry figure standing over him. The familiar face of his step-sister's boyfriend swam into view as the afterimages melted away - along with the young adult leopard's lean, bare torso, still clad in nothing but his black and blue board-shorts. "Oh." The tween smiled sheepishly. "Sure. Yeah, I'm done for anyway, I can't get back in the zone. Not gonna get a Turkey Dinner."

It all came back to him. He was not, in fact, in the midst of a battle royale for survival, deep in the Amazon rainforest. In reality, he was in cross-legged on the carpet, in the middle of quaint, cozy living room of a old country home. Surrounded not by dense vegetation and mortal combat, but by old oak furniture, vanilla painted walls decorated by family portraits, and rustic wooden pillars.

He recalled an afternoon spent in the blazing sun by the poolside, the youngest party-goer at the age of eleven, precocious, cheeky, and endlessly amiable. An evening of chlorinated water, music, and so much shouting and laughing that he'd almost gone hoarse. Ever the life of the party, he'd been welcomed by the teens and young adults as they sipped their 'sodas' and played endlessly in the pool. He had basked in both their attention and the sun's searing gaze, and fatigue had only set in when the last guest had finally gone home.

Yet, his exhaustion was only temporary. As they waved goodbye to the final straggler, he remembered: it was time for the sleepover. The highlight of the evening. Of the month. No, of the year! His sister was staying the night here, and he had - unbelievably - been allowed to stay as well. Which not only meant nigh unrestricted access to a_lot_ of video games and no fixed bed-time, but the chance to hang out with his sister and her partner. That was more than enough to make him dig into his preteen energy reserves.

Presently, a wide grin was splitting the older feline's handsome face. "A what?" the leopard snorted, gesturing at the fifty-inch mammoth of a television on the wooden entertainment unit, bracketed on both sides by imposing, tan speakers that were probably at least as old as he was. "Dude, what are you playing?!"

"Yo, seriously? 14 Days, dude! Everyone plays that now, Dylan!"

"Doesn't ring a bell. You'll have to show me someday. So I can own your ass in that game, too!"

The slender cheetah boy, also still wearing nothing more than his board-shorts and thin, tie-dye tank-top, uncrossed his legs and leaned back, posting his arms behind him. Extending his long legs in front of himself, he recrossed them at the ankles. "You're on," he enthused, his chest tightening with excitement. As it often did around his step-sister's boyfriend. "Tomorrow!"

The twenty-four year old leopard returned his broad grin. "Okay, but for now, you gotta get your skinny chlorine-stinkin' ass in the shower and get in here for popcorn and stupid movies."

"Seriously," he heard his step-sister drawl from behind him, her timing impeccable. "I can smell you from here."

Cody flopped onto his back to grin at her, and was only mildly surprised to see she was clad in short-shorts and a t-shirt, showing off the tawny fur and black rosettes on her long legs. Her headfur was wrapped in a turban made of thick, soft towel, indicating she had only just vacated the shower herself. "Should be used to that, Sara!"

"Maybe I am!" She laughed, dropping onto the couch like a leopard-shaped sack of potatoes. "Your bag is in the bathroom, go de-stinkify."

Cody popped to his feetpaws, and jogged to the shower. He shut the door over, not bothering with the lock, and shucked his tank-top over his head in a single smooth movement, before bending down to rummage through the ratty gym bag on the floor. Unceremoniously dumping his pajamas out onto the cold, gray tiles.

It was over a year ago now that his father had remarried - and Cody had never been so happy. Years of hackneyed movies and fairy tales had him worried, but he had been almost immediately won over by his new mother and sister. They had been fun, friendly, and gave him the balance of space and affection he needed to get over... that night. Filling a hole that had been eating away at his heart ever since then.

Then, when she met Dylan - the handsome, super-cool guy who was always nice to him and treated him with just as much respect and attention as she did - Cody wasn't sure if he was still alive, or had died and gone to some kind of heaven. Not quite a stereotypical surfer-dude, Dylan was fun, active, and almost able to keep up with his antics. Cody had even begged his mom to let him skip out on his headfur-cuts, trying to emulate the grownup's carefree, collar-length mane, although he had scarcely reached neck-length by now.

Still, Cody thought it looked good.

With a content smile, the kit tore open the velcro of his shorts and shoved them down his skinny legs, before straightening to admire himself in the full-body mirror that functioned as the door to the bathroom closet. He'd always wanted a full-body mirror in his own bathroom, the perfect place to view his whole body, and he never missed an opportunity to take stock of his growing, slender form whenever it arose.

He liked looking at himself - and others, if he was being honest - and seeing how his body changed and grew with time. A member of his school's track-and-field team, as any self-respecting cheetah boy would be, he also never missed any chance to admire or compare himself to the bodies of his teammates and competitors, either. Lean and toned, a sporty kid who ate well, he had no illusions that he was a muscular athlete, but Cody knew he had that wiry runner's body, long legs, and a taut tummy, a washboard flat surface that transitioned smoothly into that pronounced v-shape in front of his hips - visible through his short, silky fur.

Running a paw through his sun-bleached headfur, Cody turned this way, then that, checking out the curves of his thighs and hips, stretching upward until he could see the contours of his own ribs, before easily bending down to touch his toes. Enjoying the momentary burn of stretching muscles, a habit he'd got into after his running coach drilled the importance of limberness into him a year ago.

He'd been caught by his new sister preening himself in this mirror, once. She gave him a cheeky whistle and told him to enjoy himself before laughing her way down the corridor.

Eager to get things over and done with, Cody reached into the shower recess and turned the singular tap. A cascade of water dutifully flowed from the showerhead, and he stepped away to let it warm up.

As he tapped his paw impatiently on the cool tiling, the changing air temperature, gently caressing his fur and bare parts, awoke something in his body. As it often did, his developing member twitched its way to a diminutive but hearty erection, as he watched in the mirror. It reminded him that he had plans for the night, when he would be alone on the couch, under the blanket, and everyone else had gone to sleep. Gingerly, he touched the sensitive organ, easing the foreskin back to reveal the taut, purple glans; he gave it a few gentle tugs, before forcing himself to leave it alone, jutting lewdly out from his downy furred pubis. A treat for later.

A few seconds later, he dove under the crashing water and wrenched the shower curtain closed behind him. Letting the balmy liquid thoroughly soak into his short fur. He was in a hurry, but leaving himself stinking of bleach wouldn't do; he grabbed at the shampoo bottle and got to work, massaging the floral scented goo over every inch of himself that he could reach. Determined to work the chlorine out, and leave himself smelling of roses.

Well. Some chemical that was vaguely reminiscent of roses.

In moments, he was rinsing himself off. Moments after that, he was already out of the shower and vigorously towelling himself off. Rubbing like he was trying to scrub away paint from a wall, it didn't take long before he was more or less dry, and he snatched his pajamas from the floor.

As he stood there holding soft cotton in his paws, a thought came to him. If Dylan was walking around without a shirt, couldn't he as well? A warm tightness settled into his tummy and he bit his lip; he liked the prospect of baring his torso again for an audience. This time in the privacy of the dimly lit den, as they all shared the couch.

Well, that settled that - it was a warm evening anyway! He tossed the thin cotton t-shirt onto the gym bag again then stepped into his equally thin and light pajama pants, light blue and patterned with stylised, white lightning bolts, tugging them upwards until they sat loosely on his hips. Crouching down, he shoved everything into the bag, and skipped out of the bathroom and down the darkened hall, back toward the flickering light of the living room TV.

"And I'm back!" he announced, grinning at the two young adults on the couch. They were seated together on the right side of the soft, fabric-covered settee, snuggled together under a warm blanked. "Ya miss me?"

Snorting, his step-sister lifted the blanket in invitation. "Come on, get in here. We're gonna watch John Rick. Or something, we haven't decided yet."

Cody bounded over and quickly slipped under the blanket. Without waiting for permission, he lay down lengthwise along the couch, placing his slender legs over his sister's thighs, and nestling his feetpaws on her boyfriend's lap. Grinning at them, while watching carefully for a sign of approval or disapproval. Instead, his sister gently held his legs to her own, briefly squeezing his bony knees, so he relaxed, putting his hands behind his head and turning his head to watch the imposing OLED display only a few meters away.

Dylan frowned, pointing a small black remote control at the TV and cycling through the highly polished menu. "I think they took it down..." he murmured, scrolling through the various titles. "I'm sure it was under 'Action' on the front page."

"Where else would they put it, yeah..." Sara grumbled. Idly stroking her step-brother's legs and leaning into her boyfriend's flank. "Wow, maybe we won't be watching it tonight after all."

Dylan began to scroll through the titles again, this time paying a bit more attention. "Well, anyone got any other ideas?"

"The Battle Eidolon: Zero movie?" suggested Cody, his ears perking slightly.

"C'mon Codes, you watched that last week in the theater; it's not gonna be on this yet. Let's just scroll through until we see something that looks good."

"Okay."

It only took a minute or so before Cody got bored. Disinterested in the straight-to-TV and older movies on this streaming service, he absently started pressing and pushing with his legs - working his toes and heels into the older male feline's inner thigh. Letting out some of his seemingly limitless energy through his bare paws. Directing it straight into his older friend's quadriceps.

At first, the young adult tolerantly ignored it, grumbling as he went back and forth over the 'Action' offerings. "Wow, everything is crap, or I've seen it before."

Sara chortled. "And some of them, we saw before, and they turned out to be crap."

"We should probably lower our standards, huh?"

"We were gonna watch Jon Rick, so probably not." Sara glanced down at her reclining brother. "Why are you so wriggly all of a sudden?"

Cody snorted, now rhythmically kneading the male on the other side of his step-sister with the balls of his feetpaws. "Just givin' Dyl a massage."

"Dyl?!" A scandalised look. "Don't call me that. Like I'm a freakin' dill-pepper."

"Or," Sara murmured, "two letters away from something way more fun."

"Yeah? Be honest, you know this 'Dyl' is better than those ones. That's why you date me."

"Yeah, you got it, that's totally the only reason."

That got a giggle out of Cody, but he wisely held his tongue. He was a worldly boy, who grew up on the internet without any pesky filters getting in his way. He knew about "stuff" and certainly knew his sister and Dylan "did stuff." Often. Heck, she'd even joked about how 'big' he was.

... Cody kinda wanted to see it. And he couldn't help but think how it was just so close to his kneading footpaws...

"We should just put on some cartoons or something," Sara suggested, "Until we think of something better."

"Not a bad idea." Dylan relaxed a little bit, sprawling out under the blanket. "Maybe some stand-up or something."

In this more relaxed position, however, his legs had separated slightly. And the tween smirked mischievously - there was no way he'd miss this chance to push some fun boundaries.

He resumed his firm pushing and pressing with his legs, this time, his diminutive toes and heels ventured between the older male's thighs, kneading into the sensitive muscle.

"Ow, hey!" Dylan chortled, flinching slightly. "Careful, dude! Fragile."

"Hmm? What?" Cody giggled and stopped, though he kept his paws exactly where they were, in the comfortable crucible of Dylan's lap. Pretending to be interested in the movies flashing up on the TV screen. After waiting what he felt was a suitable period of time, he crept his foot a few inches further up the male's legs. Getting dangerously close to the warm nexus between them. Then, he firmly pressed near there with his splayed toes, barely an inch from -

"Whoa, okay, that's it!" The TV remote fell to the couch, and a strong paw slipped under the blanket and gripped Cody's ankle. The paw encircled the entire skinny limb, holding it in place so another arm could scoot under and pin _both_legs against the bigger male's body. "_These_are mine, now, buddy."

Cody laughed airily, making a token attempt to resist. In truth, he was more than happy to have his heels so close to Dylan's... body. "What, what did I do?"

"You just gave me something to play with while we watch the movie, that's what." Dylan smirked and brought both of his arms under the blanket, keeping the boy's feetpaws firmly pinned to his lap. "Babe, you take over, I'm gonna have my paws busy."

"I didn't do any-hyaah!" Cody's cheeky protest was cut short, as a feathery touch glided over the bottom of one of his restrained paws. "N-no, don't tickle!"

A few more in quick succession made the kit squeal and writhe on the couch. "Too late, mine."

"W-wait!" Cody tried to sit forward, desperately reaching for his captured feet, but his sister placed a firm paw on his belly and pushed him back. Gently, but insistently.

With a shrug, Sara picked up the remote control. "You did ask for it," she teased, with an exaggerated wink, before settling her arms down on the comfy blanket over the boy's skinny thighs, restraining him even further."You gotta deal with it now."

"N-nooo!" Cody squirmed hopelessly, his muzzle split by a happy grin. A few more feathery strokes of his arches made him squeal. "No, no, no! Aaack! Don't do it, I'm really ticklish!"

"Tell you what, let's make a deal," drawled the older male, firmly gripping the delicate paws in his lap. "I'll go easy, and if you can take it until the end of a few cartoons, then I'll let you go. Like, thirty minutes or so."

"Wh-what if I can't take it?" Cody tittered, wriggling some more under the blanket. Fighting not to react to the fingertips gently stroking up and down his left paw.

Dylan shrugged, and continued tormenting that singular paw. He was barely moving, but every slow inch his fingertips travelled was translated into a tense, fruitless squirm from the hot little body across the couch. "Then you're gonna have a real __l_ y_ rough thirty minutes or so."

"W-wait! Hang on, that's not fair!"

The grownups didn't even acknowledge him. Sara stabbed at the television remote a few times, navigating to the animation category.

"Oh, here we go, let's just put on The Dempsons."

"Sure, babe."

A few moments later, the living room was bathed in the­ flickering, colorful lights from the cartoon show, and conversation ceased.

Cody tried, genuinely tried to pay attention to the show - one of his favorites, an irreverent and frequently rude comedy lampooning the concept of the "average family" - while his entrapped paws were teased by infuriatingly gentle touches. He squeaked and whimpered under his breath, fighting to contain his response. Within moments, he had clutched the blanket in his paws and was holding it up near his muzzle, stifling his shaky breathes and soft, keening noises.

His stomach was fluttering like a flock of migratory butterflies. His pulse was racing. He didn't want this to stop at all, even as his toes flared and he crossed and re-crossed his paws in futile 'resistance'.

Every now and then, he couldn't hold back a titter or a blanket-smothered snort, unable to stop them escaping his muzzle. Watching the two adults trading knowing smirks. Squirming and twisting, fighting to hold himself still.

Eventually, the probing touches slowed to one or two a minute as the cartoon distracted them all, but they didn't stop entirely. Strangely, the touches seemed to become more caressing. More of a massage. Squeezing and kneading the boy's sensitive paws. But never forgetting to punctuate things with the occasional, ghostly touch, of a set of fingertips gliding over the soft, silky skin. From toes to the point of his bony heel.

"Haah," Cody exhaled, surprising himself with how shaky his breath was. Even though the tickling had died down, his heart-rate hadn't. There was something about how those gentle paws were squeezing and just feeling_his feet. It went beyond just affection, it felt strangely intimate, how his normally unbearably sensitive paws were being cradled. Petted._Appreciated.

Fingers would slip between his toes, squeeze them, and rub with confident firmness from all angles. Stroke through the downy fur atop them and rub the smooth skin on the bottom.

He felt a heat in his cheeks, and a strange glowing feeling somewhere in his lower belly. A mixture of excitement, comfort, and mild anxiety, knowing as he did that the pleasant touches could become a swish of ticklish sensation that would make his body jump and tummy tighten. Even that felt good, somehow. Without even thinking about it, he was moving his feet - pushing into the touches, splaying his toes, reminding Dylan he was there, in his lap, in his paws, and that he wanted more. The heat spread, no longer confined to his cheeks.

The show was entering its final act, and the various zany plot-threads were being tied. The kit's eyes were scrunched shut, completely unable to focus on it, as the grownup started swirling his fingers in agonizing spirals, switching from paw to paw and back again, all over with torturous deliberation. A choked squeak escaped the boy's muzzle and he arched his back, but aside from his twisting, flicking paws, he made no attempt to escape.

"You're almost finished," he heard his sister whisper. "Keep it up." Her tone was one of encouragement. Not taunting. She squeezed his knees from above the blanket, and briefly rubbed his trembling thighs.

"Aaaaah..." groaned Cody, before bursting into giggles. "C'maaaannn!Staaahp!"

"Nope," murmured Dylan, digging into the boy's arches relentlessly. Adjusting his grip so that the kit's ankles were pressed tightly together. "This is too much fun. I could do this all night."

The theme music came on. Cody whine-giggled as it did, then bit his lip, waiting for the end. When it eventually came, the theme cut short abruptly, and suddenly the TV was back to the selection screen. As promised, the tickling stopped right on cue.

Tittering quietly, the kit opened his eyes again. The room was bathed in the soft, sleepy light from the screen, but it still felt harsh to him; how long had he kept his eyes closed, absorbed in the feelings? He blinked blearily up at the adults, who were both grinning grins of satisfaction and deep amusement. He couldn't help but return one of his own, as his entire body seemed to tingle with pleasant aftershocks.

"How ya doin', little dude?" Dylan asked him, lightly resting his arms atop his skinny lower limbs. "How was that?"

Cody, putting his arms behind him to prop himself up, found himself smiling shyly. "I-I kinda liked it, hey."

"Told you he would," murmured his step-sister, shooting her boyfriend an indulgent grin. "Hyperactive guys like him need a low and slo __oo_ w_boil. They can't take it. Drives them freakin'wild."

"Well, how about we change it up?" Dylan glanced from his girlfriend to her brother.

Cody raised an eyebrow. "How?"

"How about we change positions?" There was another exchange of glances between the two older felines. "You go in the middle this time, and I find out if you're just as ticklish on top?"

Cody's heart skipped a beat. On top? Dylan wanted to do what he'd done to his feetpaws... to his top-half? To his naked chest and torso?

On the one paw, that would be way more intense and make him way jumpier, wouldn't it? But on the other...

Cody swallowed discreetly. His mouth spoke before his brain could object: "S-sure, okay, bring it on."

With that, Dylan stood, and Sara scooted down the couch to take his place. Cody followed suite, pushing himself into the middle of the couch, and placing his legs once again atop his step-sister's.

Before Dylan could sit, Sara enquired, "Could you please get my bag, babe?"

Dylan stepped out of the room, leaving Cody slightly bewildered, but was back in moments, placing a plastic bag down by his girlfriend's feetpaws.

"What's that?" Cody asked, wary.

But Dylan just sat down right above his head. "Anti-wriggle equipment, lil' dude. Here, scoot up."

"Anti-what?" Despite the confusion in his voice, Cody sat forward to let Dylan sit where his head had been, expecting to be resting his head back onto his leg or something. All of a sudden, he found himself pulled backwards, until he was laid backwards over Dylan's lap, with his feetpaws still in his sister's, and his butt in the space between them. Once again, his heart skipped a beat. "W-whoa."

"You're so light, Codes. I can see those ribs right through your fur." The grownup ran his eyes over the slender boy's chest, sending an electric jolt through the kit's body as his gaze wandered southward over his concave belly. "Okay, let's see."

"It's really convenient," murmured Sara, loosely holding her brother's ankles together. "If you wanna win an argument with him, you just gotta sit on him."

Cody stuck his tongue out in defiance. He didn't think to resist as Dylan took his left arm, the one closest to him, and pulled it around and behind his much bigger body, until the kit's hand was near the small of the grownup's back. Sandwiching it between his body and the plush couch's backrest, so it looked like the kit had wrapped his arm around his waist.

"Here we go." With that, Dylan leaned backwards, effortlessly pinning the kit's arm behind him. Then, he cradled the boy's head in the crook of his right arm and reached through, so he could grip Cody's right wrist in his right paw, holding it in place above the boy's head.

Cody blinked. He tugged briefly, trying to free his left arm from around and behind Dylan's torso. It didn't budge. "O-oh crap," he squeaked, eyes wide. In moments, seemingly without even thinking about how to do it, Dylan had restrained both of Cody's arms, and still had one of his own very much free. With the blanket now down at Cody's legs, everything from his thighs up to his bare shoulders was completely exposed to the cool living-room air; and Dylan's incipient tickling.

"How are you down there, Sara?" Dylan asked. "Think you can handle those big paddles?"

"H-hey!" Cody protested, scowling.

A finger wormed its way into his armpit, wriggling around in the soft, downy fur, and he yelped, jolting as if he'd touched a live wire. He gasped aloud when he realized that he'd barely managed to move, let alone pull either of his arms free.

"Save all your breath for the laughing and begging, okay?" the older male chortled. "Nah, just kidding, same as before, yeah? We'll take it easy, and it'll feel good."

"I-I dunno," Cody mewled, unable to help myself. "My pits are way more ticklish!"

"Yeah? Don't be too sure about that. Anyway, what I said earlier still applies then."

"H-huh?"

"You're in for a rough half-hour."

Cody's stomach positively_inverted_. He gawped up at the young adult's smiling face.

Suddenly, familiar, jaunty theme music blasted from the living room speakers, and he felt his sister's paws grip his ankle, setting them side by side. He swallowed dramatically as Dylan slowly brought that free paw downward, towards his exposed and defenceless chest.

"Hyyyeeaaah!" he keened, writhing in anticipation.

"Don't worry about what I'm doin'. You just watch some TV. I'll keep you from getting too bored."

A feather-light touch started to draw circles around his navel, and the kit scrunched his eyes tight. It spiralled its way inward, seeking the shallow dimple of his innie bellybutton. Cody squirmed slightly, testing the adult's grip. Although he wasn't being held painfully tightly, he still felt firmly restrained. When he tried to wriggle his feetpaws, his sister held onto them by the ankles, keeping his legs outstretched and heels more or less together.

He cracked an eye open and tried to distract himself with the television. It didn't work, he could barely follow a single scene - and with this show, they were nonsensical at the best of times. A probing finger ventured into his bellybutton, causing him to snort and tighten his tummy muscles into a quivering, concave shape. The finger departed there, and started to draw a line in his soft summer fur up his right flank, heading straight for his helpless armpit.

"G-gyaah!" he wailed, arching his back. Shivering as the ticklish sensation trailed up from his hip to the side of his ribs. Stopping just before it delved into the unbearable sensitive armpit a scant few inches away, so that the kit could collapse into the warm lap below him yet again.

But the respite was short lived. A set of fingers started to draw spirals on his chest, occasionally dipping to each side of his ribcage and making him shake from side to side, chuckling involuntarily.

Even going as slow as this, it was so hard to stay still!

For the next few minutes, Dylan's fingers roamed Cody's trembling torso, brushing up and down his stomach, twirling around in an armpit here and there, and slowly playing his ribcage like a little harp, with the kit's airy giggles as the resulting music.

As with before, Dylan eventually slowed, and his touches become more caressing, less obviously intended to make the boy squirm or squeak. Fingertips that swept over his chest, a gentle squeeze of his delicate shoulders, or an affectionate slow rub of his tummy and hips. Though with the occasional poke or armpit invasion to keep him on his toes - figuratively.

Occasionally, his sister would drag a claw along his unsuspecting soles, or absently massage them instead. Making him snort, twitch, and wince.

Cody was struggling before the show was even halfway finished. For some reason, his heartbeat was thrumming in his ears, and he felt... strange. Thrilled, but in a way he wasn't used to. It reminded him vaguely of how he felt when he'd been running or swimming for a long time, the 'high' from various hormones, but mixed with a powerful anticipation, an urge for... something.

It didn't take long for him to place what that urge was. His breathing hoarse and shaky, he stared down the length of his outstretched body, trying to ignore the fingers trailing circles over his chest.

He knew it. He could feel it, tingling and straining down there. His pajamas were tented, a youthful erection pointing ceilingward without shame. Without underwear, and given the summer pajamas were made of a material only slightly heavier than spider-silk, it was absolutely impossible to mistake what it was; the material was stretched over it, the contours of a the tip of a little boner perfectly visible.

To Cody's dismay, Dylan noticed him looking. The adult glanced over, his eyes settling on the diminutive though hardly invisible bump between the kit's legs. Cody's throat dried up like a salt lake in the summer, and his stomach flipflopped again.

But Dylan just snorted once to himself, and tugged the blanket up slightly. Covering Cody's boner with supreme nonchalance. Preserving the boy's dignity.

"It's normal," Dylan whispered. He reached up and tenderly brushed Cody's mussed headfur out of his flushed face. Then, shifting only slightly to get more comfortable, he went straight back to what he was doing before; poking, prodding, stroking, and rubbing the vulnerable boy's warm body. Finding more and more sensitive nooks and crannies to invade, from the crook of Cody's neck to the pronounced v-shape of his lower abdomen, where his skinny torso receded into his pajama pants. Relishing in the subdued squirming and gasps.

That simple act of affection, a mere brushing of his headfur, caused the heat suffusing Cody's whole body to increase by what felt like several degrees. He was panting now, fighting to keep the adults from realizing just how much this was affecting him. Though he was fairly sure they knew.

No part of Cody's body above his waist was safe, except maybe the very middle of his back, as Dylan's free paw roamed his torso. Tickling, squeezing, stroking, it didn't matter; Cody could do nothing as Dylan explored and touched where he pleased, and they all pretended to be occupied by the stupid cartoon on the television. By now, a meaningless distraction of lights and sounds easily drowned out by the raw, intimate reality that was taking place on the couch.

The fingers drawing spirals in his stomach fur made their way upward. They sought out the pale pink nubs in his cloudy white fur, warm fingertips brushing over the nerve dense buttons with teasing deliberateness. Cody winced, arching his back involuntarily, pushing into the weird but pleasant sensation, and down below he felt fuller and more tingly than ever.

What was happening? What was going to happen?!

The grownups were making him feel so good, but so twitchy and squirmy at the same time. Cody knew what it meant to be horny, and right now he had never felt so horny - and Dylan had seen the evidence! He knew, and he had just kept going. Knowing perfectly well what he was doing to him.

What would they do next?! Memories of his dozy fantasies, from nights where his unrestrained mind had wandered and guided his paw below his pajama waistband, secret thoughts and desires he would never confess to anyone, crept to the forefront of Cody's thoughts. Did he dare hope for them to come true tonight?

Truth was, Cody had a crush on Dylan. Ever since his sister had introduced them. More than once he'd rubbed his sensitive dick to a shivering, eye-watering climax, imagining it was the cool surfer-dude's paw doing it to him instead of his own. And now... so close...

If only he would just... leave his nipples for a moment - they were so sensitive already! - and... reach down there instead...

But what if he was wrong about this situation? What if they would get mad at him for even _thinking_about it?

"You're so cute, Codes," came a soft whisper, close to his ear. His eyes were scrunched tightly shut, but Cody knew who it was. "Actually, you know what, buddy?"

"N-nnhh~?" quavered the entranced boy. "W-what?"

"It's kinda sexy, how you're having so much trouble staying still, hey? All wiggly. Can tell you feel really good, even if it tickles."

That took a moment to register. And when it did, a surge of adrenaline washed through Cody like a rushing tsunami.

... Sexy!?

"He's, like, got that runner's body, doesn't he?" he heard his sister mutter. "Hot little abs and long legs." A paw started to stroke up the side of his leg until it rested on his thigh, where it gave him a firm squeeze.

"Yeah. Your little bro is a cutey, Sarah. I think he knows it, too. I bet he came in here without his shirt so we could show off, hey?"

"Maybe. He's just allergic to shirts though."

Cody cracked his eyes open, blinking in surprise at the leopard duo.

"You're lucky," Dylan said, glancing over at his girlfriend. Now idly drawing patterns in the boy's fur down around the bottom of his ribcage, making the boy shift and shiver. "Bet that makes mornings more interesting, yeah? There's no way he sleeps in more than this, right? If he can get away with it?"

"Yeah. If he didn't have school or we didn't have guests, he wouldn't get dressed until like eleven."

Cody immediately thought of how he and his step-sister would share the bathroom in the morning, brushing teeth and headfur, her in a skimpy camisole and panties, him in naught but his boxers or briefs.

It hadn't just been him stealing glances, had it? And not just then, either. Dylan, at the pool...

"Y-You think I'm sexy?" he whispered, fighting the urge to react to the claws that were now scratching his lower stomach. Dangerously close to his waistband. "N-nnhh...?"

"Yeah bro, healthy is hot. Being confident in your body is sexy."

His sister squeezed his feetpaws and leaned in slightly. "Mom and I were naturists before we met your dad, Codes," she told him, a smile on her muzzle. Her delicate features were framed by her damp headfur, cloaking her face with shadows from the TV light. Far from making her look mysterious or threatening, it highlighted her toothy smile. "So is Dylan. Your dad agreed with us, but he wasn't sure if you were ready to, you know, adopt that kinda lifestyle. He thought you were too old to be introduced to that stuff, but I was pretty sure you'd be fine with it. Captain_Shirtless_."

Cody smiled cheekily; it was true, he was always the first to suggest a shirt-and-skins game, or whip his top off at a friend's place on a summer day. "Naturists?" He enquired, tilting his head forward.

"Well. It's not exact, but, like, nudists." Sarah shrugged. "We're cool with being nude. Go outside, go camping, go swimming, running, whatever, you don't need clothes unless they help you in some way. Feel the sun, wind and water on your fur. Be happy to show off what you got, and be careful with it. You won't have it forever."

This time, his sister's paw slipped under the blanket and went along the inside of the boy's leg, stroking upwards, stopping only a scant few inches from his yearning, rigid erection and squeezing the soft thigh there through the flimsy pajamas. And there the paw stayed. So close from the very _thing_Dylan had considerately covered only moments before.

Cody swallowed comically, forcing himself not to pull or twist against the bigger male's grip too much lest he give the wrong impression. He _didn't_want them to stop.

Words couldn't be trusted. He wanted to grab their arms, and place their paws exactly_where he wanted them. Leave no ambiguity, no question about what he wanted. And then let them hold him just as they had been doing. So he couldn't, in a foolish instant of weakness, pull away from this wonderfully intimate treatment. Affection he'd craved for _so long.

"Well yeah, we're a bit more than just nudists, babe," Dylan mumbled. His palm was on the kit's stomach, and he idly rubbed his thumb over the sensitive dimple in the center. "But who cares about definitions right now."

"Nnghh..." mewled Cody, unable to stop his eyes from drifting towards his concealed erection. Which, by now, was ringing with feeling, aching for him - for_someone_! - to touch it. Every involuntary movement he made, every time he squirmed or shifted because of the probing, tickling fingers, caused it to rub against the absurdly light cotton that did nothing to restrain it. No wonder he was, without thinking, rocking and squirming even when he was barely being touched. "I feel weird."

The young adults shared a mirthful glance. "No," corrected Dylan. "One dude to another, I think you're feeling horny."

"Y-yeah..."

"Yeah? Hey, Codes?" The cheetah boy's eyes locked with the older leopard's. Dylan lowered his voice; was it to keep his words from his girlfriend? No, Cody was sure that both of them - all three of them - were on the same wavelength by now. The two older felines may have even planned this, not that he minded. "I can make you tickle in a different way, you know?"

It took a second to make sense. Cody stiffened in disbelief. No... he had to have misunderstood, right? He gawked up at the older feline...

Yet the older male softened his voice even more. "Can I push the blanket down?" he asked, his expression becoming serious. "I don't have to. We can stop here, or we can just keep going like this if you want. It's up to you. It's your body."

Cody flicked his eyes from his crush's face to his step-sister's. They were both watching him with encouraging expressions, not a hint of judgement. "I-I bet you can't make me tickle down there," he squeaked, his pseudo-truculence betrayed by the obvious crack in his voice.

Dylan giggled airily, laying a paw on the kit's chest. "Oh, dude, believe me," he chortled. "I could have you begging me to stop or to keep going, whichever I want, and you'd love it either way."

Sarah sat forward. "How about," she murmured pensively, "we stop screwing around? Let's get you properly tied up, so Dyl and I can use our paws properly? Then we'll see just how tough you are, Codes."

The kit blinked. "Tied up? You wanna tie me up?"

"Yeah, duh. How can we work you over if we have to use our paws to keep you still? If we tie you up, you can squirm and pull on the ropes while we take care of the rest." Sarah grinned at him, swiping at her long headfur. Her eyes glistened with mischief. "Do you trust us?"

Cody didn't even hesitate. "Yeah. I trust you guys."

"You trust us to tie you up," his sister drawled, "even though we could tie you up and do whatever we want? We could tickle you until you piss yourself?" She lifted the blanket slightly. "Or rub your wiener until it feels so intense you have to cry and beg us to stop?"

That made Cody's heart skip a beat. A moment later, he stuck his chin out, his big round ears flattening. "You wouldn't do that. I trust you."

"Yeah," his sister admitted, shrugging. "But we could. So you gotta be sure you're okay with that."

"Of _course_I trust you." Cody scowled. "I love you guys."

There was a pause, and the two leopards exchanged glances. "Oh my gosh," Dylan murmured, breaking out into a grin. "I love you too, Codes. But I'm still gonna drive you a _little_bit nuts."

"Bring it on!"

Another exchange of glances, although this time both the grownups were unable to stifle a laugh.

Dylan released the skinny wrist, and sat forward to free Cody's other arm. "Okay, shake it out."

Cody did so, stretching his arms out in front of him and shaking them to force blood back into them. He shook his legs as well, kicking with short, violent movements.

"Ow, ah!" his step-sister complained, flinching as his bony heels dug into her soft upper thigh. Cody shot her a grin, wondering in the back of his mind if he should've pushed between her legs as he'd done with Dylan's. "Okay, yep, we gotta tie these big rudders up."

"Hey, they're not that big!" Cody stretched out, flexing his wiry muscles. "Hhhnnggyah!"

"You know what else ain't that big?" his sister muttered, gripping the blanket that still covered her step-brother's lower half. She didn't pull it back though. "Shall we take a look?"

The kit's chest fluttered. "Go on. I bet it's bigger than everyone else in my grade."

Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? Did you measure?"

"No. Well, I've measured mine."

"How big?"

"Almost three inches." The kit shrugged. "When it's hard."

His sister smirked at him. "You got yourself hard and then measured it?"

A blushed settled into Cody's cheeks. "Yeah, duh! Nobody cares how big it is when it's soft!"

Dylan reached over the couch's armrest and started fishing around for something under the frame. "Leave the wrapper on the candy for a sec. We should get this done first. Before we get too far ahead."

There was a clinking sound, and Dylan sat back again, so Cody twisted around to look. In his paws there was a long strap with a metal carabiner on the end; the other end of the thick nylon strap disappeared under the hefty couch, and there wasn't much slack in it when pulled up towards Dylan's chest. It had an adjustable pull-through like a seatbelt, just below the steel carabiner, so it could have its length adjusted. Indeed, to Cody, it looked like a long seatbelt, though it didn't end in the type of clip he was used to.

Before Cody could even say anything, his sister had also leaned over the side of the couch. When the bewildered boy looked back at her, she was already back in position, his legs in her lap still - holding what had to be the other end of the strap, ending with another imposing carabiner. "What're those for?"

"You'll see." His sister reached down between her own legs and lifted the bag that Dylan had left there earlier. She dropped it on the kit's bare stomach - it wasn't heavy, but it certainly wasn't empty. Reaching into to it, she pulled out a coil of thin blue fabric cord. And Cody's eyes widened.

They weren't kidding. They were gonna actually tie him up. And that would mean that the strap that went under the bed could only be for one thing: for getting tied to.

"It's for you to pull and struggle against while we work you over," Dylan added, reaching into withdraw another coil, this time it was a vivid yellow. "You ever been tied up before, Codes?"

Cody twitched as he felt the soft fabric cord be laid just above his left ankle. He stared down at his feet while his sister began to calmly, slowly, start wrapping the thin cord around and around his narrow calf. "N-Not really," he confessed, watching carefully as his sister switched from one calf to the next. She was wrapping each limb individually first; Cody recalled hearing somewhere that this was how you were meant to tie people up, and it was much harder to escape from than if someone just tied both legs or arms together. "Not properly."

"Oh, like a game or something with your friends?" Dylan took Cody's left arm, and moments later cord was being wrapped around that as well. "Where you thought you could get out if you really tried?"

"Y-yeah."

"Yeah, everyone's done tie-up games as a kid, I think. Don't worry, we'll do it properly."

Cody's wrists were crossed over in front of him, and the cord continued to be wound. Looking beyond them, the kit saw his sister had already wrapped both his legs - they were together now, the soft fabric growing ever tighter around the bottom of his calves, as Sarah started to apply a cinch between the two bony ankles.

It was like being in a daze. Cody offered no resistance, barely spoke, just watched in wonder, and felt the bizarre and new sensation of his arms and legs being properly tied up. Once the cinches were applied, and the loose ends tied off and tucked away, he didn't even need to test his sudden bondage: the layers of tight wrapping and the way they'd been tied had almost no play in the them at all. They weren't too tight, nothing was pinching, but the cinches and knots between each of his limbs were...

Unyielding.

"Give it a squirm." His sister grinned at him. "Try to pull your arms or legs free. Uh, without smacking us in the face."

Cody nodded. With a trembling effort, he tried to pull, twist, or otherwise loosen the bindings so he could slip an arm or leg free, but absolutely nothing happened. No, he didn't try with every ounce of his strength, but it was immediately clear that it didn't matter. "Oh crap," he squeaked. "Wow."

"We did say we were gonna do it properly." His sister's voice was playful and sultry as she inspected her ropework some more.

"I can't believe it took you this long to tie him up," Dylan murmured, carefully lifting Cody's bound wrists up over his head. The compliant kit let himself be laid out across the leopard's thighs.

"Well, I wanted his first time to be special."

There was a click. Cody blinked and glanced upward - the carabiner's latch had been slipped between his crossed wrists, snapping shut around the cinched rope that bound them together. There was another. He glanced down, and saw that the other carabiner had been clamped around the knot between his ankles. His eyes widened and his stomach did another gold medal worthy flip.

Without another word, the two grownups adjusted the length of the strap on either end, and Cody felt his limbs be tugged firmly in opposite directions, stretching him out even more.

"It's more fun when you really can't move," Dylan murmured, making sure he got as much slack out of the strap as he possibly could without hurting the half-naked boy in his lap. He took a small plush cushion from behind himself and slipped it under Cody's head, supporting the boy's neck. "I think feels good to, like, pull on the restraints, get your muscles all tensed up. Can't do that if it's a half-ass tie-up job. Gotta make sure your first time is as good as we can get it, yeah?

"Y-yeah," Cody mewled. He had to agree - he really wanted to see what it would feel like. He was tingling all over, fizzing with anticipation like a shaken soda bottle. Without being prompted, he tested his bonds again, trying to pull his limbs in to his chest. There was a muffled sound from below the couch, and little noise as the strap moved side to side, but he could barely retract his arms or legs at all. "H-nnhk!" he grunted, his body taut with effort.

Dylan observed the kit's struggle, his own breathing picking up as well as he watched the boy's body tense and writhe. Slowly, almost reverently, he laid a paw on the kit's abdomen. "Whoa, shit..."

"What's up?" Sarah asked, raising an eyebrow.

The male leopard shot her a sheepish look. "This is freakin' hot."

"Uh-huh." Sarah snickered, idly brushing the tops of her brother's feetpaws. "What, weren't you expecting it? You just spent the whole afternoon with him in the pool. You guys couldn't keep your paws off him."

"Well, yeah. Your step-bro is cute 'a.f.'." Dylan started drawing a spiral in the restrained boy's chest-fluff. "Hey, Codes? Is that the best you can do? Come on. Squirm more for us."

Cody couldn't help himself. He was feeling borderline delirious now - that was _twice_Dylan had said he found him cute. And 'sexy' one time - did that mean Dylan thought he was like, the boy version of those supermodels and stuff?! The kit felt like he was floating on clouds, desperate to push the situation even further. And he knew _exactly_what to say, so he leaned forward, raising his chin in mock defiance:

"Make me."

The older felines just exchanged glances. The moment lingered in the air. Then, without a word, they pounced.

The helpless tween in their laps never had a chance. Fingers wormed into his armpits, scrabbled the arches of his feetpaws, plucked his rib-cage like a harp, and spidered all over his sensitive inner thighs. Immediately he barked out with sharp, keening laughter and started squirming and bucking with as much force as his slender body could allow - yet, with only the occasional help from the two adults, the ropes and straps kept him totally exposed. Stretched out and vulnerable.

All of a sudden, the two older felines stopped, laughing themselves. An intimate paw gently rested on the boy's quivering tummy, easily covering most of it, and another tenderly squeezed just above his bony right knee.

Cody sucked in gasp after gasp, blinking blearily up at the ceiling. He was genuinely, truly tied up - his ticklish armpits, his feetpaws, his ribcage, his concave stomach and the tingling thing down there, he could protect none of them. In the few fractions of a second where he'd had enough presence of mind to push through the sudden onslaught of thought-shattering tickles, he'd tested his bonds more seriously, with absolutely zero luck.

This was what it was like to be tied up. To be truly powerless, helpless! And the two young adults could do whatever they wanted to him and all he could do would be to scream or beg!

... Holy crap, that was so cool.

It was so cool!!

Dylan started to swirl his finger in the boy's shallow navel, like he was running it along the rim of a very narrow glass. "You get it now, kid?" he murmured. "You're all ours."

Cody burst out laughing, looking up at him with adoring eyes. Drunk with adrenaline and tweenage hormones, he felt fuzzy and warm all over, and, tenting his gossamer thin pajamas, his dick was crawling with feeling. "That's okay," he enthused, giving them an obliging squirm. "What are you gonna do to me?"

Dylan shifted, and Cody was suddenly aware of a warm, slightly firm thing pressing into his side. Laid across Dylan's lap, he was pretty sure he knew what it was, and it wasn't a forgotten mobile phone. "Well, we're definitely going to tickle you some more, that was awesome."

The kit squirmed a little more until he could look down and to the side, making no attempt to hide it. There was an unmistakable bump in the older male's boardshorts. "What's that?" he giggled, pushing into it with his body. The sensation of it pushing into his skinny flank made him shiver.

"Well," Dylan said, lowering his voice. A rich baritone rumbled the bound kit's body, sending shivers down his spine. "I think I've seen something like it before. Let's check." With that, he reached down. Gripping the thick, warm blanket, he pushed it down and out of the way. Exposing Cody's pajama covered hips and thighs - and the prominent tent, bang in the middle. Rolling along and struggling had tugged down the kit's pajama pants, so they now scarcely sat an inch or so above the tent's pinnacle, barely sitting on his hips. There was even a tiny gap between the downy fur and the waistband. "I guess it's a pencil or something, right?"

"No," Cody whispered back. His breath caught in his chest.

A gentle paw reached out and gently caressed the tentpole, just barely grazing it. Cody shuddered, his eyes closing over briefly. "Is it your housekey? Do you keep that there?"

"Nooo..." The kit swallowed. Imperceptibly raising his hips as best he could, bound as he was. Hoping to encourage the grownup, to draw his attention there again.

"I wonder what could be down here, all stiff like that," teased Dylan, slowly working a finger under the boy's low-riding waistband, slipping into that tiny crevice. "No undies, huh? Did you want us to see if you popped a boner?"

Cody gulped. Truth was that he just didn't like sleeping with underwear on; but it was clear how instrumental his boxer-briefs had been at concealing incidental boners now, since the pajamas weren't doing anything at all.

The finger wormed its way downward, ever closer to his straining erection. It was like when his friends played that silly game, closing their eyes and letting someone hover a finger near their forehead, only so much stronger. So much better. Cody whimpered, scrunching and flaring his toes...

In a smooth movement, Dylan pushed his paw downward. He hooked his thumb into the waistband of the kit's pajamas and shoved them down his bound, skinny legs. His wrist grazed the top of the boy's stiff little member, sending first an electric shock through the little cheetah's spine, then a shiver, as the hot flesh was suddenly exposed to the cool, conditioned, living-room air.

"Wow," Dylan muttered, working the pajamas down until they bunched up around the kit's lower thigh. Fully exposing his private area. "Look at that. It's a sexy little stiffy. On a cute little dude."

Sarah chuckled, taking hold of the pajamas herself and tugging them all the way down to the kit's bound ankles. Bundling them up around the ropes. "It sure is. What should we do with it?"

Dylan's gentle paw rested on the kit's pubis, an inch below the straining boner. He moved his fingers, causing the kit's dick to waggle in the air, and eliciting a shaky, involuntary gasp. "I can think of a few things, but we've got the rest of him there too." He grinned. "Shouldn't forget that."

Cody's head was spinning. He was in his older crush's lap - not only tied down, not just naked, but with a raging stiffy. That he'd given him!

His crush. Yes, he had to admit it to himself, especially now that it was clear his crush liked him back. Right? At least in some way. But Dylan was with his sister. Did that mean he was bi? He'd heard that word before, he knew what it meant. Or so he thought.

Wait. Was _Cody_bi? Cody wasn't even sure any more! Did it even matter?! It definitely wasn't worth thinking about right now... not when he was -

"Hey, Codes." Dylan's voice snapped him back to reality. The leopard was looking down the length of the boy's body, seemingly drinking in the sight. "Can I touch it?"

It took a moment to register what was being asked. "Y-yes," whispered Cody. "I-if you want to."

"I do." Dylan outstretched his paw. His warm fingers encircled the kit's tingling erection, and Cody twitched - the contact it was immediately pleasurable, stimulating nerves that almost never felt the touch of anything but his own paw. Leisurely, the fingers started to stroke and knead, applying pressure from the base of the thin member to its tip in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Tugging down his foreskin, exposing the raw, purplish-blue glans to the cool living-room air. The friction felt so...!

"Does it feel good?"

Cody nodded, unable to stop a shuddering moan from escaping his muzzle. Unable to keep his eyes open, arching his hips. "Uh-hn!"

"You ever done this to yourself?"

Another nod, and Cody started to slowly buck, moving his slight pelvis as best he could. Pushing into the infuriatingly unhurried fingers.

"You know what'll happen if I keep doing this? You ever had an orgasm, bro? The really good feeling after you keep rubbing here, and you get all tired afterwards?"

The kit did indeed know. He even knew it by more than one name. "Y-yeah. H-hngh!"

"Have you done that a lot? A few times, huh?"

Cody squirmed, tensing up, unconsciously trying to bring about that very feeling. Shame utterly absent in the lap of the two he trusted the most. "Y-yeah..."

"That's freakin' hot, little dude. I wanna watch you have one." The grownup lowered his voice to a warm whisper. "Can I give you one? It feels so much better if someone else does it."

The kit pinched his eyes shut and grunted in the affirmative; there wasn't a force on Earth that could compel him to say no at this point.

His step-sister's voice chimed in. It was no less sultry and hushed, intimate. "I think he should earn it," she murmured. A claw swirled around the sole of the kit's left foot-paw, earning a choked gasp and a scandalized, dizzy look. "So we can enjoy it too. And it'll feel better if we add something to it. Like a meal with a good side, yeah?"

Dylan nodded. "Yeah. Codes, if you can handle us slow-tickling you like before while we do this..." A few firm tugs and kneading motions on the kit's rigid, quivering penis made the meaning very clear to him - and pushed him to the very brink of an roiling climax before maddeningly shifting to a measured, light contact, scarcely grazing the boy's smooth, sensitive skin. "... We'll give you that feeling. Okay?"

Cody's body was rocked by the combination of sensations he was powerless to reset. Giddy and indescribably horny, he saw nothing wrong with that arrangement - not when he was suddenly so close to what he instinctively knew would be a truly spine-juddering orgasm. "Okay," he squeaked.

The paw around his little cock withdrew - prompting a plaintive groan - and started to rub his concave belly. A firm caress, not such as how a parent might try to soothe an upset stomach; Dylan's firm touch glided from pubis to the edges of the boy's ribs and back, to slip down between his legs, grazing one side of the downy-furred coinpurse before venturing to the other. Making Cody's erection waggle in a way that still sent shivers of sensation through the kit's outstretched body.

"Alright. Let's see how much you can take, kid." A big wink. "Let's start with this thing down here. Bet you didn't know this could be ticklish."

Cody gasped, surprised as a pair of fingers started to knead his eager erection, starting from the bottom and stroking up the thin shaft. Pulling his foreskin back and forth, urging him to greater rigidity.

His sister leaned over the side of the couch arm again. She withdrew something and settled back down, focusing her attention on Cody's bound paws. Barely reacting to the lewdness going on a foot or further up the kit's outstretched body.

"Hnnhh!" Cody shut his eyes tightly. It felt like his dick was about to pop, it felt so full and stiff. Dylan's fingers seemed to be trying to coax more blood into the organ, pushing it into the purple tip. The kit didn't even notice his sister moving. "I-it feels good."

"Oh yeah?" Dylan changed his grip. He wrapped his fingers around the straining shaft, and started firmly rubbing the boy's tight glans with his thumb. Friction applied all over the sensitive surface, flicking back and forth over the little dimple of the urethra. "Now?"

"Aah!" Cody arched once again, tugging on his straps. His eyes shot open, and he stared at the grownup, shocked. "H-hey! It's sensitive!"

"Yeah?" The thumb swished over the boy's tip several times in quick succession, each time earning a sharp yelp from him. "I know, that's the idea! How do you think it'll feel if I keep doing this?" He alternated between the firm rubbing and coaxing tugs, grinning to himself as the kit's expression changed along with it. From a delirious, desperate plea for more to an eye-scrunching grimace. "Don't worry, I'm just getting you ready."

Cody's eyes fluttered open just long enough to glimpse his sister handing a black object over to Dylan, who stopped his kinky kneading to take it from her. "Wh-what's that?"

His sister shrugged, going back to fiddling with the other items she'd taken from the bag at the side of the couch. "Blindfold. You don't need to see what's going on, it'll distract you."

"Trust us, it'll feel so much more intense." Dylan held the item up. It was a simple sleeping mask, with elastic straps for slipping over ears and a pair of loose tassels for tying behind the head. It looked contoured to fit a small feline head, with the tassels to account for high feline ears. Cody immediately wondered if it belonged to his sister, or if they'd bought it to use on him.

Even with the onslaught of excitement and powerful sensations, he was sure they'd prepared this to some extent. Either that, or the two grownups "did things" on this couch so often, they just kept the equipment on-paw here. Either way, that made him feel very 'glowy' and warm inside.

He didn't have the time to ponder it for long. Dylan was already starting to slip the mask's elastic over his ears. "Aah!"

"Can I put it on you?" Dylan murmured. "You can just close your eyes and enjoy what you feel if this is on. I don't wanna cover up that cute face, but you'll look damn hot with this on you, too."

Cody almost shook his head, afraid of the anxiety losing his eyesight would cause, even if he trusted the two older felines - and he did trust them by now, he realized. He didn't care at all that he was tied up and at their mercy; if he couldn't trust them now, he never_could, so he _did. But something about what Dylan said struck a chord with him: if he could cover his face, he wouldn't worry about where he was looking, or making strange faces or anything awkward like that. And not knowing what was coming sounded like fun. He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, lifting his head up.

Moments later, the straps were over his ears and the tassels tied at the back of his neck, under his head-fur. As he settled back with his head onto the cushion, he realized that the sleep-mask was surprisingly effective: very little light bled in from beneath his cheeks, and he definitely couldn't make out any shapes or useful visual information either through its quilted fabric or by peering downwards, which was where most of these masks failed for him.

"Now, we gotta stop these flippers from flapping around," he heard his sister tease. A moment later there was the distinctive sound of hook-and-loop fasteners ripping apart, and suddenly fabric was being slipped between Cody's big toe and the one next to it. And then the same on the other foot-paw. Cody didn't need to be told what was happening: he felt the thin, long straps get wrapped around his left big toe, his right, mating the one to the other. Winding around one toe but then coming over and partway around the next, so that each loop was actually connected to the other toe. His sister placed another, larger strip right around both toes simultaneously, covering the first two.

That was complex, Cody recognised. His sister had done this before. And with the ropes holding his ankles and heels tightly side by side... he tested the toe-bondage immediately, and wasn't surprised when he couldn't make the tightly wound fasteners budge even a little. "O-oh shit," he quavered.

A finger started to draw spirals in his tummy again, and immediately he tensed, pulling on the straps.

"We're gonna blow your mind, Codes," Dylan murmured, sultry yet encouraging. "Don't freak out."

Cody nodded frenetically, unable to stop a little titter.

But then an impossibly soft, gentle, almost ghostly touch on the sole of his left foot-paw made him gasp. His toes flared, but the two biggest remained perfectly side by side. He had to gasp as the phantom touch slowly inched its way up to invade the space between those flared toes, making them scrunch again - like a puppet obeying a puppet-master. "Wh-what's that?!"

"Just a makeup brush," Sarah said. Adjusting her grip to hold her brother's legs more firmly and starting to swirl the pliable bristles around the ball of his foot-paw. "Nothing a tough guy like you can't handle. Remember, you gotta try and stay still as best you can. Gotta take it."

Cody groaned, squirming involuntarily. A finger was roving the flat plain of his tummy, prodding into his navel, and a touch so soft and insidious he wasn't even sure it was happening at times was seeking out the most sensitive parts of his feet. He wriggled fruitlessly, his boner wagging as he shifted his hips.

... Oh no. They hadn't forgotten about that, had they?!

The makeup brush wormed its way into his consciousness, barely noticeable. That was bad enough, but then Dylan added another paw, and he started slowly spidering all over the kit's ribcage.

Then the gentle, patient paws started to venture into his utterly unprotected armpits. Cody barked out-loud, and started tittering uncontrollably, arching and contracting his body. He was trying to stay still - and he knew his sister and her boyfriend were slowly ramping up. If he couldn't get himself under control now...

They continued for several minutes, keeping things to a consistent, gentle pace. Cody couldn't keep himself still for any of it, and his erection wasn't remotely interested in leaving. Thrilled, excited, and yet still eager for the grownups to move to the next stage for some reason.

Once again, fingers closed around his straining shaft. From their size and strength, the blindfolded kit knew they belonged to Dylan. He snorted and tittered, but pushed his hips into the contact, melting from the exquisite cocktail of the tickling and stimulation. After a moment of massaging, Dylan's fingers again slipped down his foreskin to free the purplish tip, and pushed his erection downwards - pointing it, offering it to Cody's sister.

Moments later, the phantom tickling of the feetpaws ceased... and he felt the satiny smooth bristles suddenly swish over the tip of his delicate glans!

"Hnnff!" Cody shuddered, pulling on the straps holding his arms over his head, wincing as the fibers danced all over his sensitive tip, teasing the incredibly raw nerves of the tiny hole there. Incredibly, he found himself giggling; his dick was being tickled. And it_actually_tickled! But in such a strange way... so unsettling!

Dylan never slowed - he drew his claws through the hapless boy's fur with his other paw. Poking, prodding, feeling the hot little body's most sensitive nooks and crannies. His own breathing was fast and hoarse, just as Cody's was. Remembering his own youth, the leopard knew how the kit felt, and that it was more similar to how he felt than many would like to admit.

... He was _definitely_going to blow this kid's mind.

The makeup brush returned to his feetpaws, and, to Cody's chagrin, the fingers left his dick. A moment later, things got more intense: Dylan started scrabbling up and down his ribcage, his underarms, over his belly and even down into his sensitive thighs, skirting the one thing he desperately wanted to 'tickle'! He'd been giggling more or less constantly for several minutes now, but as the intensity increased, so did the pitch and desperation in his voice.

"Nnnonono!" he wailed, rocking pointlessly from side to side and fingers assaulted both of his armpits simultaneously. "Please nooo! Ahahaha!"

Meanwhile, his feet were swimming in tickles of their own. He couldn't even try to hold them still, although since he couldn't cross them or pull them away, nothing he did helped. The brush swirled and swished, and his feetpaws sang with the whispers of tickles that eroded his composure more and more with every passing second. A devilish counterpoint to the more brutal and unbearable fingers that danced all over his torso and even between his athletic legs. Every inch of the flesh that had almost _never_been touched by anyone else, not even himself, that almost never even saw sunlight, and was thus more ticklish than he'd ever imagined.

It was incredible, intimate, and somehow so pleasurably unbearable! His body was being explored, and he was exploring his body by proxy!

"Do you give up?" Dylan taunted, knowing full well that wouldn't happen. "Want me to stop?"

Cody shook his head furiously. "Noooo! Aahahahaa! No waa-hey-heeeyyy!"

So, Dylan continued, now fully invested in his work. Every inch of the bound, hot body offered up to him that was within his reach, he explored with his tormenting, gentle fingers. The silky fur, the warm flesh beneath, the curves and flats and quivering muscle of this smaller, delicate body - it was incredibly erotic. Occasionally, he would take a moment to stroke the boy's erection, giving him what he wanted; kneading it from bottom to top, ensuring there was no chance of it diminishing.

He glanced over at his girlfriend. She had an amused smile on her face, though appeared focused as she used that tiny brush to eat away at what was left of her step-brother's resistance, with slight, carefully controlled movements. Just as she had done to him many a time. It was a subtle instrument, perfectly suited to always keeping a victim uncomfortable, impossible to truly ignore, but never quite distracting from the main event.

Speaking of, Cody's struggles were starting to slow. The kid was breathing hard, and his short fur was starting to get damp with sweat. He writhed and squirmed and his laughter was tinged with exhaustion already. It was time. Any longer and the moment could pass.

Dylan switched from poking, prodding and lightly skittering his fingers over the boy's torso to a firmer touch, caressing the shivering boy all over. Cody just moaned in pleasure, lifting his hips, trying to draw attention back to his straining erection.

Dylan didn't disappoint. He encircled the base of the perky protrusion with his fingers, holding it steady, and leaned over as best he could, with the boy still in his lap. Wrapping his other arm around the kit's waist, lifting it upwards until the boy was suspended in an arched bridge pose, delicate hips pulled towards the ceiling, he leaned over and gently took the boy's petite penis into his muzzle.

Cody was swimming in sensations already, delirious from his struggles and the deluge of intimate tickling and stroking. But when his most sensitive body part was engulfed in a hot wetness, a seal of squamous moisture, he snapped back to awareness. He drew a sharp breath, jolting like he'd touched a live wire. Beneath the mask, his eyes jacked open. It was such an alien feeling. He could not describe it if he tried, and he had no idea what exactly was happening in that moment.

All he knew was that suddenly his dick felt even better. The hot, wet softness undulated around it, sliding up and down, pressing and shifting, and the friction set his nerves afire from the tip of his penis, to the tipsof his splayedfingers and toes.

Dylan suckled eagerly, pressing his tongue to the smooth fleshy object and slowly, tormentingly, pulling away. There was a satisfying, wet _pop_as it left his muzzle. Cody moaned, squirming hopelessly. He could barely move, stretched out as he was with Dylan's arm beneath his backside.

"I'm gonna suck your dick, Codes," Dylan whispered, stroking the kit's chest. "Until you can't bear it any more."

"D-don't stop!" pleaded Cody, shaking his hips. His stimulated member so stiff it could barely wave in the air. "Oh my god..."

"Does it feel like something is about to happen?" murmured the older feline, caressing the little rod with his fingertips. Slipping the foreskin back and forth over the turgid little tip. "Something good?"

Cody nodded. His mouth was dry, and he was panting like he had been running in the afternoon sun. "N-nnhh! S-Sarah!"

His step-sister merely grinned. Her infernal brush hadn't stopped teasing her step-brother's paws since she had started. Slipping between his toes as they involuntarily splayed and scrunched, swishing over his arches, and circling around the balls of his paws. Insidious and impossibly light touches that eroded his defenses, all while she squeezed and rubbed the dainty feetpaws with clear affection. "You have to take the bad with the good, bro. If you want _this_to stop..." Her voice lowered. "... You're gonna have to cum_real_hard for us."

"Nn--nyaahaa!" wailed Cody, straining against the ropes. The knots were impregnable and cleanly tied, so they didn't budge in the slightest. "P-please, don't stop!"

A firm thumb swiped over the tip of the kit's glans. A molten baritone voice whispered to Cody from just in front of his face. "Why would I stop? I think I'll keep going even after you do cum, Cody. I wanna hear your voice, I wanna hear you cry out because it feels so good you can't take it anymore. I wanna see your face as it makes you melt inside."

"N-nghh!" The kid writhed in frustration, his blindfolded eyes scrunched tightly shut. His tail threshed and twitched beneath him like an angry snake. "I wanna-! C'mon!"

A moment later, his member was enveloped once again by that heavenly moistness. That lubricated friction. That dedicated attention. A few fingers gripped the base of his penis, kneading and tugging at it, and an eager tongue pressed into and swirled all over every other inch, under a vacuum so powerful it felt like it would make his nerves themselves explode.

"Ahh! Nnhn! Hnh!"

It didn't take long until they seemingly did.

The feelings that had welled up, concentrated within his young, stiff erection, exploded like a bursting firework. A relief of tension, like a sneeze only a thousand times better, it put every orgasm Cody had given himself in his young life, put together, to absolute shame. Behind the blindfold, his eyes rolled back. His body seized like he'd been wracked by a thousand volts. His back arched, and his fingers and toes splayed uncontrollably - not that this stopped either of the older felines.

"U-unghf! Unnhh!!" Cody grunted, shivering as his step-sister continued to work over his paws, as his crush continued to suckle and massage his tween dick as it rang like a Tibetan singing bowl. As he toppled over the cliff's edge. "Gnnhh!"

Tsunami after tsunami of pleasure crashed through him, driven by the tides of Dylan's persistent, affectionate ministration. It was as if his body was an out of control wave-pool and the water was sexual bliss. His mind stranded in the center, drowning in the turbulent waves.

Realizing what had happened, feeling the member in his muzzle give a telltale twitch and spasm, Dylan stopped, once again freeing his member with a quiet 'pop' - the very moment a stricken moan escaped the overwhelmed kit. Sarah stopped as well. After a momentary full-body judder, Cody went limp, like a dancing puppet whose strings had been suddenly scythed. With a quavering gasp, he collapsed, a dead-weight, held aloft only by Dylan's arm around his backside. His senses scattered to the winds, his body shuddering, and his glistening wet penis twitching beyond his control. Contractions of bliss that slowly, eventually ceased.

And, eventually, Cody fell still.

The living room was suddenly in silence, aside from the whine of the idle television, and the quiet gasps from an exhausted kit.

After a moment, Sarah and Dylan met one another's eyes. Sharing a thousand words with a mere glance. Dylan slowly lowered the exhausted boy, so Cody's limp body settled comfortably in their laps once more, and wiped the saliva from his mouth. "Yeah, nothin' came out. I think." He gently stroked the kit's chest as it rose and fell in rhythm.

"Told you." Sarah likewise rubbed the kit's leg. "...I think he's out for the count. Or near enough."

A weak whimper from between shaky gasps proved her point.

"Yeah. I don't blame him; that had to be intense." Dylan carefully reached for the carabiner that secured Cody's bound wrists over his head, removing it with a snap. "Holy shit." He slowly lowered the kit's bound wrists until they settled on the gently rising and falling chest. A grin settled on the grownup's face, and he slowly stroked the matted headfur from the boy's face. "Hoooly shit, he's cute, babe."

"I know." Sarah's eyes were soft, but they watched him keenly. "I think you just made his year. He's been crushing on you for so long, you know."

"Yeah." Gingerly, Dylan undid the knots and finally began to free Cody's arms. "... I think it's time to get our tails to bed."

"Want me to help you with that?"

"I've got his wrists, can you deal with the bottom half?"

"No, I mean that freakin' tent-pole there." Sarah directed a pointed gaze at her boyfriend's crotch, and the obvious tension in his boardshorts. "Little pent up there, huh?"

A snorted laugh. "That's why I said it's time for bed."

Cody was a dead-weight, delirious and exhausted. Dylan gently extricated himself from under the boy, careful to avoid disturbing him or dropping him suddenly to the couch. A moment after he managed to slide out from under the kit's limp form, Sarah did likewise, lifting the skinny legs so she could slip away and to her feet, before lowering them carefully back to the plush couch cushions.

"Where's the blanket, babe?" Dylan whispered, looking around the dimly lit room. "Did we kick it to the floor?"

"It's over on my side, hang on." Sarah picked the comfort blanket from the floor. "You wanna tuck him in, don't ya?"

"Of course."

Sarah chuckled, handing him the blanket. She watched carefully as he draped the soft pseudo-wool over her step-brother, studiously covering him from feet to shoulders. But then Dylan knelt by the couch, and leaned in. Although she was barely a few feet away, Sarah could barely hear what he said next.

"I do love you, sweet little dude." Dylan leaned in and smooched the kit's nose, without an ounce of hesitation. "Sleep tight, and we'll hang out tomorrow morning, kay? We've got so much to do."

Cody smiled slightly, cracking one eye open. "G'nhh..."

A moment later, Dylan was sauntering down the hallway to his bedroom, leaving his beloved to say goodnight as he had.

As her boyfriend had done, Sarah took a knee by the couch. Unable to keep a smile off her face, she double checked her step-brother was tucked in and brushed his headfur from his face. "Good night, my nascent tickle-slut," she whispered. "It only gets better from here. But sleep well for now, you've earned it." She leaned down and delivered a gentle kiss to the boy's snout as well. "We're heading to the beach tomorrow, then the museum, and hey, what do you know? Dylan's folks aren't back for a few more days. I bet you'd like to sleep over again, right?"

A contented sigh was all the response she received. It was all she needed, though. With that, the self-satisfied leopard girl stood and made her way to the bedroom she shared with her partner. Wondering which of her many implements she should use on her cheeky boyfriend tonight; after all that, Dylan was probably about at the end of his tether.

Which meant it was the_perfect_ time to give him a taste of what he'd just put her poor little step-brother through. Fair was fair, after all.

For his part, Cody slept well that night. Exhausted in a way he had never been before, overwhelmed with sensation he'd never experienced, he slept through until morning.

... Regardless of the curious sounds that came down the hall that night.

~ c'est la fin ~

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