Love as Thick as Blood
Miscaela sighed as she looked over herself. The Keynari reflection looked back at her, all of her vixen features showing. She was the only female Keynari in her crazy family. Her family, consisting of a Keynari father, Keen-Eye, who was a pervert, and an inventor; an Argonian mother, Slinks, who was an easygoing alchemist; Rikva, her Khajiit mother, easily excitable, and quite grating on the nerves. Then there were her sisters. Anahiira, a 16 year-old Khajiit thief, the best in all of Tamriel, and hyperactive to the extreme. Kaeda-of-the-Moon, an Argonian hermaphrodite of 14, who was interested in alchemy. And her youngest sister, Raeke, a Khajiit of 12, a cold-blooded huntress, and worshipper of Hircine, Daedra of the Hunt.
At 19, it was only two years until Miscaela needed to find a mate. Her small breasts, nipples erect in the cold air, were an average size for her race. She had never found herself particularly attractive. She was covered in orange fur, her chest and stomach having a bright patch of silver. Her fluffy tail twitched as she sat on her bed and spread her legs, to get a better look at her nether regions. She gasped, as she noticed that she was already soaking her thighs. Without much thought, she lay back on her bed and absent-mindedly began rubbing herself. She was a virgin, and did not dare put any part of her paw inside of herself. She had not even been able to make herself climax once in her life. She was so engrossed in her thoughts, that she did not notice the young Khajiit standing next to her bed until the thief's voice shook her from her reverie.
"Big Sister sexy, yes!" Anahiira exclaimed, her Khajiit accent making her words sound like 'beeg,' 'seester,' and 'yis.'
"Anahiira!" Miscaela gasped, trying to cover herself, and failing. "What are you doing in-" She was cut off mid-sentence by Anahiira's lips pressing down on her own.
This was wrong, Miscaela thought. Very wrong. But... It felt so right, it just could not be wrong. Her eyes closed as she wrapped her mind around her little sister. Anahiira pulled away and climbed up onto the bed. Brown, white, orange, and silver fur colided, in a sensual medley of their embrace. Anahiira lowered her feline muzzle to Miscaela's Keynari face, planting kisses down her muzzle, drawing a shiver as she kissed over the Keynari's whiskers, and tracing a path down onto her sister's left cheek. Anahiira stopped kissing, and nuzzled her big sister, purring the whole time, a soft gutteral sound, 'virr, virr, virr.' Miscaela moaned deeply as Anahiira began to stroke her beautiful, groomed tail. Anahiira took her sister's left ear gently in her mouth, and, nibbling slightly, ever so gently, began to lick the inside of her beloved sister's ear. She stopped nibbling, enjoying her sister's rising pheremonal aroma, and hugged Miscaela tight.
"Little Sister love Big Sister." Anahiira said tenderly, again accenting her 'i's,' making them sound like long 'e's.' Imitating her little sister's accent in an affectionate way, Miscaela whispered:
"Big Sister love Little Sister."
Suddenly, it all made sense to Miscaela. She was not doing anything wrong. Sisterly love was the purest form there was. At that moment of realization, Miscaela stopped being shy and passive, she gained confidence as she took Anahiira's paws, and placed them on her breasts, moaning as the young Khajiit began to squeeze gently. Suddenly remembering that she was not the only one with needs, she unstrapped Anahiira's Netch Leather cuirass, and pulled it off, throwing it to the side. Her young sister was not wearing anything under the chestpiece, not uncommon for Khajiits to do. Anahiira's young form shivered in anticipation of something coming, something that she had desired for so long. Anahiira rolled over so that she had her legs on either side of her beloved sister, and was on her knees over Miscaela, massaging both of the Keynari's breasts lovingly. Miscaela reached up to the happy Khajiit, and began imitating the motions she was receiving from her younger sister.
Where did she learn to do this? Miscaela wondered to herself. Her thought was soon lost in a gasp as a wave of pleasure washed over her as Anahiira's tail stroked her lower lips lovingly. The furry extremity moved like lightning, tenderly dancing over the pubic mane, the thighs, the nether regions themselves. Struck by an impulse, Miscaela pulled herself free, pushed Anahiira onto her back, and lowered her vulpine muzzle to the Khajiit's soaked pleasure center. Anahiira tensed, sensing what was about to happen, and as she did so, Miscaela's curious nose recieved a full blast of the pheremones that her sister was releasing into the air. Miscaela inhaled, hoping to breathe in every last bit of the arousing scent. Then, slowly, gently, almost hesitantly, she slid her tounge out to touch her sister's outer lips. Anahiira, built up with pleasure, gave one long 'viiiiiirrrr' at this.
Taking this as a sign to continue, Miscaela began slowly licking the young Khajiit's soaked orifice. As Anahiira's moans grew more desperate, the theif shifted herself into a position where she could lick her big sister as well. And lick she did, elicting moans from Miscaela, moans that were transformed into more licking and kissing, until Miscaela slid her tounge deep into her sister's tender love hole, loving the taste and sensation of the walls of the muscular cavern, until she felt her sister clench up. The Keynari knew what this meant, and closed her eyes as feline's juices began to spurt forth. She swallowed as much of Anahiira's nectar as she could, letting the rest coat her face. The feeling of the stickiness on her face aroused her even further, making her ooze her own fluids out onto the feline's muzzle. Suddenly, she felt herself tighten up as well, followed by a burst of intense pleasure and relief of pressure, as she covered her young sister in her orgasmic juices. For several minutes, they lay where they were, trying to recover. Them Anahiira pulled herself up to Miscaela's face, and drew close.
"Ana... What are you...?" was all that the Keynari got out before she understood. Anahiira was cleaning her off by licking her own juices off. Seeing this to be a loving activity, the Keynari tenderly cleaned her sister's beautiful face. Then, realizing that she had to relieve herself, she turned to Anahiira. "Ana... I have to... well..."
"Yes! Watersports, yes! Shower, Anahiira drink Big Sister! Yes!" the hyperactive Khajiit said, literally bouncing on the bed. Miscaela blushed. She had always had a watersports fetish, and had known so since she was a little girl, when she felt pleasure when she urinated. Hearing that her sister wanted to not only do a golden shower, but to drink from her as well, made her a very happy Keynari.
Anahiira was already off the bed, and in a position that she could both cover herself with her sister's golden honey and consume the ambrosia that would soon flow. Miscaela, blushing, stood over her sister, and slowly, ever so slowly, a golden trickle began to leak out, straight down into her sister's waiting mouth. Anahiira moaned and stroked her nether regions, as her big sister's stream increased and washed over her, covering her with her favorite treat. The warm, golden fluid washed over Anahiira's cute face, running into all of the grooves, running down over the Khajiit's breasts, down past her stomach, and over her already soaked love hole. Water, water, everywhere, and all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, and many a drop to drink. Miscaela moaned, sensing the pleasure that her sister was enjoying. As she finished up, Anahiira drank down the last drop she could, and cleaned her sister off with her tounge, enjoying the little bit that remained in her big sister's gleaming, pink orifice. The Khajiit then reached for a rag to dry herself off, but her sister's hand stopped her.
Miscaela crouched down next to her soaked sister, and kissed her passionately, on her urine-covered lips. She then used her tail to soak up what urine she could, all the while fingering Anahiira. Anahiira moaned, giving another of her 'virrs' loudly. Suddenly, she fell back, and Miscaela found what she was looking for, pressing in with her finger, Anahiira began to urinate uncontrollably, a long stream, into Miscaela's mouth. Anahiira moaned deeply as her sister moved closer, and literally began to suckle the urine out of her. Miscaela had never tasted anything this good before, save for her sister's fluids. As Anahiira slowed, Miscaela began lapping, coaxing the feline's bladder to give a few more squirts, which she eagerly devoured. Exausted, she lay down on the ground, in a puddle of Anahiira's and her own urine, soaking it up with her tail. When her tail could not hold anymore, she began to suck the liquid out of it, until her whole tail was dry.
Anahiira guided her sister back to the bed, and covered them up, hugging her big sister, and the two fell into a pleasant, restful sleep.