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"You really don't have to do this," Sugar pouted. She slumped over the kitchen table, her weary head hung low. "I can cook for myself."

Spice shook her head, humming a jaunty tune over the stovetop. She cracked an egg into a porcelain bowl, threw the shell into the trash.

"Well, I would hope you've learned to cook for yourself at college," Spice quipped, and shot a loving glance at her sister. "But just for tonight, let your big sis treat you. Okay?"

Sugar sighed. "Thanks," she muttered, and rubbed her eyes. "I hate moving. It's so... sweaty. And my arms are sore as hell. The whole thing stresses me out." A pause, and then: "I'm just glad to be home."

Spice hummed. "I'm sorry, honey." She then cracked two more eggs into the bowl, giving them a good whisk, before pouring them into a skillet. "At least your arms are gonna be nice and muscular soon. Maybe you'll pull some girls at the gym now, hm?"

Sugar scoffed. "Sure," she said. Her knee bounced anxiously beneath the table, her tail sweeping across the tile. "I'll let you know when I get a girlfriend. But in the meantime, I'll be busy wallowing."

"Awwww." Spice smacked her lips, fixed her long hair. "Well, you make a very cute girl. I bet you'll find someone in no time."

Much against her will, Sugar felt her cheeks redden. "Well, uh, thanks," she sputtered, and took a swig of her beer. "You've, um, probably been the most supportive out of anyone in the family. So... thank you."

Spice shot a defensive glance at Sugar. She bellowed, "Of course! What kind of sister would I be if I didn't support you?

"I know, I-"

"I love you, honey. No matter what." Spice then turned back to the stove, reaching for the spice cabinet. "And if anyone ever hurts you, I'll beat the fuck out of them. Count on that."

"Yeah. Th-thank you," Sugar sputtered. Her heart raced, her voice quivered.Fuck, why was she getting so flustered? She was just talking to her sister, after all. By all accounts, she should be acting_normally_.

...But, of course, Sugar remained far from normal. In truth, Sugar had always admired her sister's tenacity; and as the pair grew up, Sugar came to admire her sister's physique, too. Sugar's eyes wandered to Spice's round ass, her swaying hips, as the chubby feline playfully sprinkled salt over the skillet. Her soft, silky voice made Sugar absolutely_melt_. Hell, Sugar could already feel herself getting hard underneath the table. The realization nearly panicked her - fuck, why was she cursed to have such a hot sister?

"Do you still like bacon in your omelets?" Spice asked. "We have some left over from yesterday, if you want."

"Sure," Sugar replied.Fuck, her sister's boobs were huge. Frankly, she was jealous. Even after a year on estrogen, Sugar's chest had hardly grown; she yearned for those plump, beautiful breasts, those round hips, that soft, brown effeminate fur... Spice's body was just_perfect_. Sugar wanted it for herself - but definitely_not_ sexually. Nope.

"Hey, uh..." Sugar cleared her throat, mustering the courage to speak. "I know this might seem random, but... do I look like a woman to you? Like, a_real_ woman?"

Spice glanced over her shoulder at the errant remark, donning a near-offended expression. "Of course you do!" she replied, and set down her spatula. "You're beautiful, hun. And even if you looked masculine, it would never affect my opinion of you. Why do you ask?"

The little feline sighed. She rested her elbow on the table, nervously tapped her finger on its surface. She admitted, "Well, I've been dealing with a lot of dysphoria lately. And it kinda sucks." Another sigh. "Don't get me wrong. My friends at college are supportive. But... I dunno. It always feels like people are... lying? And just telling me what I want to hear." Sugar frowned. "Do you know what I mean?"

Spice nodded in response, turned the burner on low. She said, "Honey... I really do." She then shot a tender glance at Sugar, removed her apron, and took a seat at the kitchen table. "I think every girl goes through this, baby. And I'm sorry it's so tough."

"Ugh." Sugar shook her head, rubbed her eyes. "Sorry. I'm being a drama queen, aren't I? I should just suck it up."

"No! Of course not." Spice pursed her lips, squeezing Sugar's paw. For just a moment, Spice's hazel-green irises graced Sugar's gaze. Fuck, even her_eyes_were beautiful.

Spice said, "You're allowed to feel this way, hun. I'm sorry it's so bad. Just know I love you, and I'll always be here."

Blush once more rose to Sugar's cheeks. She exhaled, pulling her paw away. "Thank you," she said. "I'll... figure it all out. It just sucks." She then sniffed the air, relishing in the scent of bacon and eggs. "I think the omelet's ready."

Spice nodded, then trotted to the stove top. "Nearly," she chirped. "I'll make it a little undercooked. I'm assuming you still like it that way."

Sugar grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, I do," she replied. "I'm surprised you still remember. I've been... horrible about calling recently." She shuffled her feet, looked askance. "I'm sorry. I should've called home more these past couple months."

Spice waved her paw. "Don't worry about it," she replied, then added: "I mean, I would've preferred if you'd kept in touch. But I remember being your age. I wanted space. And... I'll give that to you." Despite her cheery demeanor, a pang of sadness haunted Spice's voice. "I'm just happy to see you now."

"Yeah. Me too," Sugar replied, and huffed. "If you want, we can spend tonight watching a movie together. Maybe something we used to watch as kids."

Spice's eyes lit up at the suggestion. She then spun around, gripping the spatula like a wand, and exclaimed: "Oh my god, yes!The Wiz! Let's watch The Wiz."

"Pfffft." Sugar chuckled. "I didn't know you still liked it so much."

"Of course I do! I still have all the musical parts memorized," Spice replied. "_Especially_the tin man's song. Gosh, I can't wait."

"Yeah," Sugar replied, her eyes once again wandering to her sister's breasts. "Me neither."

---

The glass bottle's chilled, dewy surface sapped heat from Sugar's flesh as she raised it to her lips. She watched idly, intently, as Spice bent over the dust-covered DVD player, clumsily inserting a disk into its mouth.

"Work is terrible," Spice complained, a half-empty beer can in her paw. "I'm entering my_thirties_ in a job I hate. Which, yaknow, is fine. But I really, really need to get outta there soon."

Sugar replied, "I'll say. Your boss sounds like an asshole."

"_Everyone's_boss is an asshole!" Spice exclaimed, and threw her hands in the air. "It's like a disease. Just wait until you get your first full-time job - you'll see."

"Well, I hope tech is different," Sugar said. "Or else I might not even make it to 30."

The chubby feline laughed. She then flopped onto the cushion with an audible sigh, shooting a playful glance at Sugar.

"You ready?" Spice asked. "We're about to get nostalgic in this bitch."

"Of course," Sugar replied. She then reached aside, fingering around in a lump of fluffy blankets. "You want a blanket?"

Spice hummed, considering the offer, then asked: "How about we share one?"

The suggestion nearly made Sugar tremble; she fought the urge to stammer. "Um, sure. It'll be like we're kids again, haha. Blanket forts and... stuff."

"Mhm!" Spice then patted her side, beckoning the tiny feline closer. "Come cuddle, then. I'll keep you warm.Especially now that I'm drinking."

"Y-yeah. Of course."

A dumb, anxious grin stretched across Sugar's maw.Fuck, she could hardly hide her giddiness; or her arousal, for that matter. The kitten then placed her beer to the side, awkwardly hovering her clenched hands over her crotch so has to hide her erection. She needed to stop being so horny,quickly, before Spice noticed.

And yet, the more Sugar attempted to deny her feelings, the stronger they seemed to become. Her heart skipped a beat as she leaned herself on Spice's shoulder, breathing in the scent of her sister's perfume. Faintly floral, but predominantly fruity.

Spice manipulated the TV remote, hovering her finger over the play button. She then turned casually to Sugar, her boozy breath spilling over the little kitty's face. "Oh, yaknow what else?" she said. "I forgot to tell you this - I'm still working with my_ex_."

"Wait, really?" Sugar replied, and recoiled. "Your ex? What's his name... Alex?"

Spice nodded, pinched the bridge of her nose. "Yep, the same one. The one who keyed my car."

"Jesus."

"Yeah. Oh lord, it's a nightmare." Spice then chuckled exhaustedly. "I'm searching for new jobs, but damn. This is the_last_ time I date a coworker. Ever."

Sugar nodded. Butterflies fluttered in her chest. She said, "Yeah, I see how that'd be bad." She then cleared her throat and added, "But then again, I've never had a boyfriend. Or a... girlfriend, for that matter."

Spice seemed surprised. She asked, "Really? Never?"

"Yeah," Sugar admitted, and nervously fiddled with her hair. "I guess you never thought to ask, haha. The only people who are interested in me are... creepy guys."

Her sister clapped excitedly. "See, that's the thing," she said. "I'm done with boys - I need to find a_girl_ next. I've dated too many men."

"Oh. Yeah." Sugar gulped. "I see how that'd be appealing. Girls are... soft."

And then, a pregnant silence. For just a moment, Spice eyed Sugar's body. The girl's face seemed rounder, softer, than when Spice had seen it last. Her developing breasts poked from beneath her thin tank top, her lithe arms nervously hugging her plush thighs to her chest. The slightest bit of cleavage burgeoned from within Sugar's clothes.

In the back of Spice's mind, lust curdled. She shoved it aside.

"I'll, uh... play the movie now," she said. And she pressed play.

The sisters remained silent as the film began. An overhead shot, then a scene of a family eating dinner. Colorful lights danced onscreen, musical number after musical number softly leaking from the television. For just a moment, the sisters were transported back in time.

Sugar, however, couldn't pay attention to the film. She instead found herself enraptured by her sister's warmth, the cadence of her breathing. Spice's breast rose rhythmically to meet her cheek, allowing Sugar the slightest brush. It felt almost... romantic. And as Sugar struggled to dismiss these thoughts, they seemed to only grow stronger, more_scandalous_.

Spice felt much the same. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but she felt herself inexplicably drawn to Sugar. The little kitty reminded Spice of herself when she was younger - naive, anxious. Nestled deep within Spice, there remained a maternal urge to help her; and terrifyingly, it seemed to hybridize with lust. Her heart fluttered.

"Hey... remember when we used to build snow forts? When we were kids," Spice choked, trying to dispel those feelings. "By the bus stop?"

Sugar chirped, "Of course I do!" She then shot upward, gazing excitedly into Spice's eyes. "When I was in seventh - no, I was in eighth grade - we built a_castle_."

"Yeah!" Spice grinned. "We spent a_month_ on that damn thing. I still regret not building ourselves a roof."

"Castles don't have roofs," Sugar shot back.

"Yes they do."

"No, they don't."

"You're thinking of a_fort_."

"Oh."

Spice gave a sympathetic smile. "Silly," she cooed, and brushed Sugar's hair aside. "Don't worry. I know your brain's still fried from moving around."

"Y-yeah, I guess." Sugar cleared her throat, glanced awkwardly at the television. "Fuck, I'm not even watching the movie, haha. We should restart."

Spice nodded, pursed her lips. "Well, I_do_ have something that could help us focus," she said. "Yaknow, something to mellow us out. Did you smoke in college?"

Sugar recoiled. "You have weed?" she asked. "I never... well, I never thought you smoked."

The elder feline frowned. She joked, "What? Am I that uncool?"

"No! No, I just had no clue." Sugar squirmed. "I was actually a huge pothead in college, haha. But I ran out just before coming home." A pause, and then: "I guess I didn't tell you much. Do... mom and dad know you smoke?"

Spice scoffed. She said, "Mom and dad don't know anything about me."

"Yeah," Sugar replied. A pang of sadness hung in her voice. "Me neither."

---

A puff of smoke flew from Spice's lungs as she hacked at the cold air. Her paw trembled, pinching the edge of her joint, before shakily handing it off to her sister. She then leaned off of the porch's railing as she caught her breath.

"Jesus. You alright?" Sugar asked, and raised the joint to her lips.

Spice flashed a quick thumbs up, allowing a residual cough to leak into her elbow. She croaked, "Fuck, I'm bad at this."

"I'll say," Sugar teased. Smoke effortlessly flowed from her nose, her mouth. "You took that hit like an infant."

Spice waved her paw, mustered an offended frown. "Oh, c'mon. It's not my fault I'm old. Cut me some slack."

"You're only 30," Sugar said. She then took another puff from the joint, allowing the thick smoke to rest in her lungs for only a moment. "And you're taller. By all accounts, you should be outsmoking me."

"Oh shut up!" Spice said, and gave her sister a playful shove. "You're such a fucking goober." She then snatched the remaining joint and raised it to her lips once more.

The surface of the joint's filter was slick, slightly wet with her sister's saliva. To share a joint with her sister meant sharing an indirect kiss. The thought set Spice on-edge. She struggled not to cough once more, focusing wholly on maintaining her composure.

Predictably, Sugar took the opportunity to ogle at her sister. Spice's face shone pale white, illuminated by the faint moonlight. Faint bags hung from her half-lidded eyes. Shallow wrinkles adorned her maw, her barely-exposed midriff. A certain weary beauty permeated her, and Sugar found it irresistible.

Spice, of course, noticed her little sister's stare. She casually snuffed out the remaining joint on the porch's ashtray, shot a sultry glance at Sugar.

"Take a picture," Spice teased. "It'll last longer."

Sugar froze. Breath caught in her throat, her spine stiffened. "Oh, I wasn't - sorry." She shook her head. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I don't know what I'm doing, haha."

Spice giggled. Her head felt light, her inhibitions lowered. She could hardly control the words which fell from her lips.

"I'm not offended, silly," she said. "If anything, it's flattering that you think I'm pretty."

Sugar exhaled nervously, tapping her paw on the banister. "Yeah?" she asked. "I, uh... do think you're pretty. And I'm sorta jealous, haha."

"Jealous?" Spice asked. "C'mon, girl. You're gorgeous."

Sugar sputtered, unsteady on her feet. She blushed, unable to meet Spice's gaze.

"Yeah?"

"Of course," Spice said. "You're... beautiful. I've always thought so." She sighed. "When I was your age, I always wished I had a mentor figure - yaknow, someone to tell me how to be a woman. I never got one, of course, but... now I can do that for you." A smile. "Well, if you'll let me."

Sugar quivered. "I-I'd be honored," she said, and let out a small cough. "Thank you. I... I love you."

"I love you too, Sugar," Spice replied. She then silently slid her paw onto her sister's, squeezing it tight. "I want to be more active in your life now. Now that you're back home, anyway."

"I'd like that, too," Sugar breathed, and met her sister's gaze. Spice's tender, hazel gaze was near-hypnotic, drawing Sugar deeper and deeper. Their faces hovered less than a foot apart; Sugar could nearly taste her sister's bitter, smoke-laden breath. She wanted so badly to lean inward, to plant a kiss on her sister's lips; but she held back. She could never take such a leap.

Spice, however, could. She draped herself around Sugar's thin waist, pulling the little kitty closer, as she gently caressed Sugar's face.

Sugar's heart skipped a beat. Breath caught in her throat. What was happening? This wasn't normal family behavior... was it? Oh god, what if he did something wrong -

"I love you," Spice admitted. Her paw curled further along her little sister's back.

Sugar replied, "I love you, too."

And in one dreamlike, unforgettable movement, Spice pulled her sister flush against herself, planting a firm, chaste kiss on Sugar's lips. The sudden encroachment seemed to surprise both of them; however, neither pulled away. Spice could feel her sister harden and throb against her groin before separating.

"Did you like that?" Spice asked.

Sugar attempted to respond, but tripped over her words. She instead nodded weakly, a pathetic whimper falling from her lips.

Spice asked, "Do you want me to do it again?"

And once more, Sugar nodded. She could hardly believe what was happening - she was tempted to pinch herself. But instead, she was brought toward her sister's lips once more. Spice's breath was hot, boozy, and made Sugar's head swim.

Too much. It was too much. Sugar pulled away, taking desperate gulps of the night air.

"I, um... I didn't know you liked me this way," Sugar sputtered, and caught her breath. "I mean, I'm not upset about it, but..."

Spice smirked. "Oh, come on," she mocked. "I may not have been obvious, but_you_ were. I've seen you sneaking peeks at my tits all night. Which I'm flattered about, by the way." A sigh. "I was still a little terrified that I was misinterpreting things, though."

Sugar puffed out her cheeks, averted her eyes. "I_haven't_ been staring!" she pouted. "I mean, maybe a little. But I've been trying not to."

"Well, your efforts were in vain," Spice teased. "But if you'd like, you can take a closer look now."

Sugar blushed. "A-are you sure?" she asked. "I don't want to, um-"

Spice shook her head, flashed a smug grin. "Honey. Honey, look at me." A pause as their eyes met, and then: "There's no need to be coy. I think you're beautiful. And I'd love to share myself with you... if you want."

"I do want that," Sugar replied. Her voice was breathy, desperate. "Fuck, I really want that. And I feel terrible for feeling this way, but... yeah."

Her big sister raised an eyebrow. She said, "Sugar... there's nothing to be ashamed of. No one has to know about this. Until you're ready, at least." A scoff. "Our parents don't give a shit anyway. What's one more secret?"

Sugar gave a sorrowful smile and replied, "Yeah. Yeah, I guess you're right." She coughed, and then: "Can you hold me?"

"Of course."

Spice then silently cradled Sugar's head, pulling the tiny kitty against her breast. And instinctually, maternally, she buried her maw deep in Sugar's hair, huffing her scent.

"You smell sweet," Spice cooed. "But I suppose I should've assumed that."

The comment made Sugar squirm, her little arms wrapped tightly around Spice's waist. "W-well, you smell good, too," she choked.

"Like what?"

"Fruit," Sugar replied. "Watermelon, I think. And you're so_warm_. Fuck, I don't wanna move."

Spice giggled. The cold night air nipped at her fingers. "Well, let's head inside, then. That way, we can cuddle on the couch."

Sugar nodded. And slowly, begrudgingly, the pair made their way back inside. The warmth of their living room wrapped around the pair like a warm blanket.

The kitten then flopped down on the couch, fiddling her fingers nervously. "Do you... just wanna forget about the movie?" she asked. "I feel like we have better stuff to do now."

Spice grinned, setting her lighter on the kitchen counter. "That's a good idea," she said, and meandered to her sister's side. "After kissing you, I'm feeling a little... ravenous." A pause. "If you'd oblige me, that is."

"O-of course." Sugar looked askance, her thin tail swatting the couch's arm. "I've kinda been wanting to touch you all night."

Spice chuckled, grasped her sister's paw. "Aw. That's a shame - because_I_ was looking forward to touching_you_."

"Oh my god. Please do."

Spice then licked her lips, as if surveying prey. "Okay, honey. But if I do something you don't like, I want you to let me know. Okay?"

Sugar nodded absently, her head spinning. "Okay. Sure."

"Good. Then... let's see what I've been missing while you've been away, hm?"

Spice then gripped Sugar's top. Slowly, as if unboxing a present, Spice raised the fabric over Sugar's head. Soft gray fur covered the kitten's perky breasts, her chubby tum. Spice threw the top to the side, ogling her sister's body.

"Oh lord," Spice said, and gently cupped Sugar's breasts. "They're so_cute_!"

Sugar blushed, her back arched at the sudden contact. "Ah! Th-thank you. Fuck..."

"Seriously, these are amazing. Your body is just... adorable," Spice cooed, then flashed a smug grin at Sugar's reddened face. She asked, "Is this... the first time you've had your boobs touched?"

Sugar nodded. "Yeah, um... you're my first."

"Wow," Spice echoed. "I'm... kinda honored. And turned on. Is that weird?"

"All of this is weird," Sugar replied. "But I like it anyway. I like you."

Another kiss. "I like you too," Spice cooed, and lowered her maw downward, past Sugar's chin, and kissing along the kitten's neck.

"F-fuck!" Sugar writhed, pleasantly surprised at the sudden contact. "Fuck, fuck. Oh, that feels_good_. Please keep going, sis..."

Spice's heart raced. Her claws gripped Sugar's back, clamoring for her touch. Sugar was just so damn_soft_. And knowing that Spice was devouring her own sister made it even better.

"I never knew you sounded this cute in bed," Spice teased. "I ought to have pinned you years ago."

Sugar let loose a nervous laugh. Spice's hot breath cascaded over her neck, that warm saliva gracing her tingling flesh. Her big sister's plump breasts weighed on her chest, the chubby feline's entire body near-enveloping her own.

"I-I love you," Sugar stammered. "Fuck, I love you. I love you."

Spice chuckled. "I love you too," she cooed, and kissed further downward. Gingerly, she began to kiss at her little sister's collarbone, lightly brushing her paws over Sugar's nipples. Sugar squealed, her groin bucking uncontrollably against her sister's tummy.

"Do you like that, baby?" Spice asked, knowing full well the answer.

Sugar moaned. "Yes. Yes, please. More. I need you."

"Then beg," Spice said. "I want to hear how much you want me."

The kitten's eyes widened. Her tail swatted at the ground, her lips floundered as she attempted to speak. "I-I need you. More than anything. Please keep going," she begged, and looked askance. "There. Are you happy?"

"Very." Spice then lowered herself over her little sister's chest, licking tenderly along her thin flesh. "But don't try to stifle your moans. I want to hear your pretty voice. Go on, baby - no one else is home."

Alas, Sugar couldn't have stifled herself if she had tried; the anticipation made her melt. Spice began slowly, licking along the periphery of her sister's aureola, before gently suckling on Sugar's breast with satisfied hum. Butterflies danced in Sugar's chest, made her entire body tingle. That exhilarating warmth spread throughout her limbs, spurring her forward, causing her legs to curl around Spice's abdomen. It felt_amazing_. A little too amazing, actually.

"W-wait," Sugar choked. "Wait, hold on a minute."

Spice then retracted herself, smacked her lips. "What is it, love?"

"Overwhelmed," Sugar admitted. "Fuck, too much at once. Can we just cuddle for a sec? Please?"

Spice nodded, sitting upright. "Of course, baby. Wanna lean on me?"

"Yeah." Sugar then laid herself against Spice's soft chest, taking deep gulps of her big sister's scent. "Sorry. It's just... a lot for right now. I've never even... yeah. Fuck."

Spice's face scrunched, and she patted Sugar's head. She said, "Baby. There's no need to apologize. I love you, and we'll take things at our own pace... okay?"

Sugar giggled exasperatedly. And then: "Thanks, sis. I love you."

"I love you, too. Want to watch the movie now?"

Sugar nodded. "That sounds nice," she mumbled. And she watched as the television flickered once more.