New Family: Chapter 3
#3 of New Family
Good evening, the following contains mature content. This is your only warning on the matter. That is all.
On the lazy afternoon, the boys sat in their room, trying to preoccupy themselves. Scott was back to his own, emotionally troubled self much to Lucas's chagrin.
"C'mon, Scott, let's do something!" The calico cried.
"Not now," Scott said, rolling over on his side.
"Why not?"
"Because, I just don't feel like anything!" Scott snapped. Truthfully, he wasn't mad with Lucas, just was having a hard time and refused to express his feelings.
Sighing, Lucas grabbed a book from the measly filled bookshelf, a book with a raccoon's face on it, called Uglies. Thinking nothing of the book, he sprawled out on the floor with the book and opened to page one. The book, as it turned out, was quite addicting to the mind of the pre-teen. It was gripping and well-thought. He would poke his head up now and again to point out things he found interesting to Scott, who simply shrugged them off.
A shoe hit Scott square in the face, causing the tiger to jump up.
"Luc!" he yelled.
"That's what you get for not doing anything with me," Lucas said.
Scott leaped to the bed beneath, and landed in a crouch over Lucas. He forced his hands down and put his own weight on his adopted sibling.
"Scott, get off me," Lucas yelled.
"Yeah right, you're liking this too much," Scott laughed.
Lucas was on his stomach, reading a book on his bed, with Scott on his back, putting hair ties on his tail.
"Why?" Lucas asked.
"You said you wanted me to do something with you... Plus, it's funny."
"To you, maybe."
"Hey, if you don't get good comedy, not my problem."
Lucas thrashed upward and Scott hit his head on the bottom of his bed.
"Ow," Scott said.
"Serves you right," Lucas said, going back to his book. A smile crept over Scott's face as he rubbed his head. He rolled off of Lucas and walked to his dresser where he pulled out a small, cylindrical device.
"See how you like this," Scott said. He pressed the button, pointing the laser on Lucas's book. With dilated eyes, Lucas patted at the dot on his book, crinkling the pages. He ran around the room, following the intangible dot. Scott aimed it at the wall, and Lucas, mostly feral at that point, ran right into the wall, hurting his snout. Scott fell over in convulsions of laughter. He flailed around, legs kicking.
Lucas, no longer affected by the laser pointer, jumped on Scott's stomach and pinned his arms down.
"That wasn't funny!" he yelled, trying hard not to laugh himself.
"Oh, come on, it was a harmless joke," Scott said.
"I don't think that was exactly harmless. My snout really hurts."
"You're fine. You're just overreacting."
"I wasn't overreacting!" Lucas bent over Scott's face. They were inches apart, so close, Lucas could smell Scott's breath. Scott smiled and Lucas stops. He froze in a palpable silence. And then, quite simply, Scott kissed Lucas. He kissed him like it was all he knew how to do. Like it was all his brain was programmed to do. Like it was the greatest thing in the world. Like it was meant to be.
Lucas wasn't sure how to feel about it. There was a lot wrong there. First, Lucas wasn't sure how he felt about kissing another guy, let alone his new brother. Second, Lucas didn't think that he liked boys, certainly not in that way. It was confusing for the young tabby. Breaking, Scott put his head back down.
"I shouldn't have... I-" Scott threw Lucas from him, and all but ran out of the room, leaving the younger cat to sit and ponder the events of the past minute.
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Walking across the hall, Lucas stopped by Grace's room. He knocked.
"Come in," Grace called.
Lucas opened the door and stepped in. Grace's room was bright blue, with posters of famous actors and musicians adorning the walls. Grace lay on her bed wearing very short shorts.
"Hey, what's up?" Grace asked.
"I- Well... I have a problem."
"What sort of a problem?" Grace asked, patting the part of the bed next to her. Lucas walked over and sat next to her. He could smell the perfume that surrounded her.
"Well, I sort of think that I like someone..." he looked down at his feet and toyed with a claw.
"Wait, how can you-- I mean, you haven't met anyone outside the house. Oh," Grace adjusted her posture only slightly.
"Lucas, I know that you like me, but... I'm too old for you." She added, "Even though you are cute."
"It's not you," Lucas said with just a hint of regret in his voice. It's not that he didn't like her, he was too confused to know what he wanted.
"Who is it?" Grace asked.
"Well... It's... Scott," Lucas said, cringing only slightly.
"Luc, are you... I mean, are you gay?"
"I don't know!" Lucas stood and went over to the wall where he put a hand on his face to hold in the tears. He'd been so emotionally confused. He didn't know what he was and it hurt him, a deep hurt. Grace walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him. Lucas felt her perky breasts on the top of his head. The feeling, still new to the pre-teen, started again as his feline member grew and expanded.
Grace turned Lucas around and bent down to his level. "Lucas, I'll accept you no matter what you chose." She stood upright and smiled. "But, I want you to have both sides of the equation first..." she said, unbuckling the button from her pants. Lucas's jaw dropped as he watched his new sister get completely nude in front of him.
Lucas swallowed nothing in his nervousness. "What do you mean?" He asked. Grace leaned down and kissesd the boy, hard. With more intensity and practice then the kiss he'd had before. She rubbed his hair and smiled through the kiss, muttering things like "You like that," or "Oh, Lucas." Lucas couldn't help but purr at the attention he received. He pushed back at Grace, fighting her tongue in a display of bravery. Grace laughed and drove a hand down his pants, pulling on his boyhood. Yelping in surprise, Lucas broke the kiss momentarily, so he could get a grasp of what was happening.
"Lucas, don't be afraid of touching me," Grace said, placing his hands on her breasts. "I don't bite."
"Then what do you do?"
"You'll see." Grace went back into the kiss, picking him up and placing him on her bed. She got on top of him and ground into his member causing louder purrs.
"Grace, won't someone hear?"
"Scott and Christine went for a walk, and Mom and Dad are at the store with Macyn, we have the house to ourselves."
"Oh, well... That's very... I mean...." Whatever problems Lucas had with it before are wiped out with a hard kiss from Grace. Moaning under her, the confused kitten kissed back, no longer fighting against the much stronger cat. Grace broke and turned around, still on the boy. She bent down and said, very simply,
"Do as I do," with that, she dove down engulfing his member, tickled by the barbs on Lucas's six and a half inch member. Her glistening nether regions right in Lucas' face. He was unsure as to what he was supposed to do, but dove in -- running on assumptions -- as he lapped hesitantly at what was before him. The moans that escaped Grace's lips told him he was doing well. Her juices moistened his face as he continued licking the tangy-sweet folds, occasionally nicking the clitoris and causing Grace to shudder in delight.
"Lucas, you're so good!" she says, coming up for air. With a powerful motion, she sucked him harder, like he was a straw. Graces' tongue brushed on the sensitive underside of his penis, sending him over the edge as the kitten shot his first load into his sister's mouth.
"Wow," he panted. Grace laughed before crying loudly in ecstasy, effectively coating her new sibling in her own secretions.
"Wow is right."
Lucas giggled and sat up, curling up with her, not knowing the two pairs of eyes at the doorway, or the whispers that came from their mouths. Or the ideas they were given.
Hehehehe... Discuss! You have been ordered! Anyway... Read, Rate, Review. Thanks for reading, I don't know when I'll have the next one up due to time... sorry. As always, thanks to my good friend and editor, Eryth for helping with the pacing in this chapter which would have been a tad... off otherwise.
-kergiby