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by Winter

Chapter 9

A blanket cold dread seemed to enwrap Tanya as she sprinted through the hall and into her room. Another scream came from the open bathroom door, and time seemed to freeze. She could hear her heart pound against her ribcage as if it were trying to escape from her body, while her mind conjured up one nightmare scenario after another. Not him! her inner voice screamed while her body started breaking into sweats, not him too, please not him! Every step she took seemed to last forever, but finally, after what seemed like a lifetime's worth of horrible mental images, she reached the bathroom.

Terry was sitting on the tiled floor in the far corner of the cubicle, leaning against the wall and clutching his head, shivering badly. Tanya bit back tears of despair as she forced herself to try and find out what had happened. Was he hurt? Please, Terry, she wanted to cry, don't be hurt, please! Shower water was running down his head and body, and the fact that she couldn't see any blood calmed Tanya down somewhat. Not thinking twice about getting her clothes wet, she knelt down beside her baby brother and gently cupped his chin. He shuddered and let out a whimper, then quickly hid his face again.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Terry just shook his head, whimpering again. "Please, Terry, talk to me."

"Th-there!"

She turned around to look where he had pointed, but at first she couldn't see anything. Then she spotted a tiny spider sitting on the wall just above the shower taps. Her first impulse was to laugh, both from relief and from the comedy of the situation in itself, but she managed to restrain herself to keep from making a fool out of her beloved baby brother. Instead, she got to her feet and carefully picked the spider up, then carried it outside and released it. On the way back, she shook her head at the wet trail she was leaving behind, but all such thoughts were set aside as she returned to the bathroom. Terry was just finishing his shower, turning off the taps, and as he turned towards her she once again had to bite back laughter. His lips were pouting, his ears drooping and his tail was tucked firmly between his legs. He looked so much like a scolded puppy.

"Is it gone?"

"Yes." Tanya picked up a towel and held it up. Terry happily let her wrap him in it and start to dry him off. "I threw him out."

"Where?"

"In the roses just outside the door. I think he'll like it there."

"I just can't stand spiders." He shuddered. "I can't! They freak me out."

"Don't worry about it. Everybody's got something they're scared of."

"You too?" Terry asked, eyes wide with disbelief. "Of what?"

"Well, if that had been a snake, you would've had to be the one to help me out."

"What?" he giggled. "Snakes aren't scary, they're cool! My friend Johnny has a pet snake."

"Ungh!" Tanya made a sour face. "I couldn't stand that."

"You're all wet," Terry said, poking the stomach of her soaked shirt. He laid his ears back. "Sorry 'bout all this."

"No worries." She quickly slipped out of her clothes and dropped them in the hamper, smiling at the gasp that Terry couldn't really hold back. "Your turn to dry me."

"My pleasure, ma'am!"

* * * * * *

They were both quite aroused by the time they left the bathroom, but neither was really in the mood to go any further than the light touches and kisses that had accompanied the towel-drying. Tanya opened her walk-in closet and disappeared inside it, returning shortly with an armful of clothes. Some parts of Terry were slightly disappointed that there would be no sex, but all in all he felt a bit relieved. He was still feeling embarrassed at having freaked out like that, all because of a stupid little spider, and even after all Tanya's reassurances he was still scared after his bad dream. Maybe later, he told himself. Maybe later he could try asking her if she would... If they could...

"Terry, aren't you listening?" He looked up with a start, realising that Tanya had been talking to him. Her wicked grin made him blush. "Hello there, space monkey."

"Huh?"

"I said, go get dressed, baby." She laughed as he blushed again. "Lost in naughty thoughts?"

Terry groaned, feeling his face burn like a spring bonfire as he realised that he had gone all hard and was sitting there with the whole thing on full display. Tanya smiled again, then pulled him to his feet.

"Hop along now. Dress for going shopping."

"Where are we going?"

"Well, if you didn't listen the first time I told you, you'll just have to wait and see."

Terry muttered under his breath, not so much because he was really annoyed as to linger for a last few glances of Tanya's beautiful naked body. Eventually, though, he managed to leave her room and run upstairs. Once back in his own room, he hurriedly picked out a pair of white briefs, his favourite shorts and a plain green t-shirt, tossed them on and dashed back down to Tanya.

She was waiting in the hall, and was just putting away mop and bucket after having cleaned up the mess she had made. She had put on another set of casuals, just like the ones she had worn before she had saved him from the spider. They grinned at each other, then she took his arm and led him out. Terry kept a cautious eye on the rose bushes while Tanya locked the door, but as he turned towards the gate she grabbed his arm and pulled him back towards the house.

"Not that way, baby bro."

"We're not going?"

"Yes, but there's no Sunday open stores anywhere near here. Anyway, the best shopping isn't within walking range."

Terry trotted along behind her as they rounded the corner to the short end of the house. This was a part of the garden that he had only seen briefly during his tour, and then they had mostly been talking about the flower beds and the orchards. He had half expected to come across a garage; Terry had always loved going for car rides with his mother, up until she got too ill to drive, and so he was mildly disappointed to find nothing there. Tanya, of course, noticed this, and she grinned at him as she walked up to a lamp post standing at the edge of the gravelled pathway, at the side of the lawn. She pressed a button, and there was a loud clanking noise that startled Terry somewhat. He looked around, then felt his jaw drop as part of the yard ahead of them started to rise into the air, lifted on four wide hydraulic poles. They made a quiet hissing sound, then there was another clank as they came to a halt, making Terry jump again.

"Come on, sweetie!"

Tanya ran ahead, down a ramp underneath the raised section of lawn, and Terry hesitantly followed. Coming in from the bright sunlight to an area only lit by a naked light bulb forced him to strain his eyes, but once he could see what was in there he let out something that was half gasp, half squeal.

The underground garage was huge, at least twenty times twenty metres, and along the back wall stood several cars, some of which looked brand new and some that seemed ancient. There were also a couple of motorcycles, and some bikes lined up against the side wall. Terry felt a pang of nostalgia when he recognised a tiny little bike standing a bit behind the larger ones. It was of BMX type, with a tall flag pole sporting a green flag with the letter T on it, and his old training wheels were still sticking out from its sides. Tanya looked a bit surprised as he rushed over and ran his fingers over the saddle, but then she smiled warmly.

"We never could part with it," she said in a voice that was little more than a whisper. "Not even when we knew you would be too big for it."

"I'm glad you didn't."

"Dad used to say he thought it was pleading with us whenever we were down here. Like it was saying 'where's my boy, how come I'm not let out anymore to ride with him?'."

"Oh Tanya..."

There was a pained look in her eyes, and Terry felt a stab of sadness well up inside him. Not for his own sake, but for hers. He hurriedly closed the gap between them, hugging her with all his strength and getting the same in return.

"I never told you how sorry I am," he said, his voice thin. "About dad, I mean. I mean... I was sad to hear it and all, but... to me it felt like I barely even knew him. I never really thought... to you it must have been... I'm sorry, Tanya. I'm sorry about dad, and I'm sorry for you."

"Thanks, baby," she whispered into his ear. "Yeah, it was bad, but it's getting better. Having you here makes me feel better than ever. You don't have to be sorry, love, you've already worked wonders for me."

"And you've done..." Terry said lowly, chewing his lower lip to try and keep from crying, "...the same for me."

"That's good to hear." She sank to her knees and looked him straight into the eyes, almost blinding him with all the love she was radiating. "I'm not expecting you to be all the way happy all the time, baby. That's not possible, and I know it, but I also know that it does get better. And I'll be here to help you along."

"Thanks..." He sobbed, feeling angry with himself because he was losing the battle against his tears. "I'm sorry I'm such a cry-baby."

"Don't be. You have every right to cry." She pulled him close, and he melted into her warm embrace. "But you also have every right to be happy, and to have fun. Come on, let's wipe our tears and go shopping!"

She leaned back, and Terry was surprised to see that she had wet streaks down her cheeks as well. He hesitated for a second, then leaned in and started licking them away. The taste on his tongue was salty, but not unpleasantly so. Tanya closed her eyes and purred with delight, shivering slightly as his licks reached the corner of her mouth. Her lips parted slightly, and Terry accepted the invitation. He ran his tongue slowly along her lower lip, the tip brushing against her teeth, and before long they were nose-to-nose. She met him there with her own tongue, tasting his mouth as he tasted hers. Their hands were on each other's backs, slowly stroking and caressing, slowly growing bolder by going lower, reaching in under their waistbands.

The thought of shopping seemed abandoned now, as Terry felt Tanya's hand sneak around to his front, cupping his sac through his briefs. He moaned into the kiss, then responded by pressing his chest against her breasts, while he slipped his own hand down the back of her panties until he found her butt hole. She gasped, then joined to his purring her deeper growls of pleasure, which were soon mixed with more light-pitched moans as he too found his way to the front.

* * * * * *

It took them almost half an hour to reach a mutual climax. They both took their time, exploring and teasing with fingers and palms more than making love this time, several times pulling back just as the other was on the verge of orgasm. All that time, their lips never fully parted. But eventually they did come, and afterwards they sat back panting, their pants in a bunch around their ankles. Tanya's fingers were still toying with Terry's wilting erection, while the boy was absentmindedly rubbing her thigh. She was sitting with her legs spread wide, and his eyes seemed fixed on her exposed sex. There was a hunger in them, and she was really excited to realise that the next step wasn't very far away now. But for the time being, they had other things to do. Reluctantly, she withdrew her hand and stood up, her knees still slightly weak, and pulled Terry to his feet. She kicked off her pants and picked them up, and he did the same.

"I think we need another shower," he said with a happy giggle, holding up the fingers that were soaked with her juices to his nose and inhaling deeply. He giggled again as she blushed. "Too bad, though. I like the way you smell."

"Me, too." Tanya licked her own fingers, thoroughly enjoying not only the taste of Terry's boyhood, but also the fact that she had got him back with the blushing. "Mmm, tasty."

"Yeah, I know. I like it, too."

The words were no more than a whisper, but they made Tanya miss a step, and she felt her face burning hotter than ever. Did he really mean...? True, he seemed agile enough to reach himself, but... Unless he'd done it with another boy. That thought sent mental images through Tanya's mind that made her feel both excited and utterly jealous. The thought of Terry fooling around with a boy his own age was kind of appealing, but the thought of him being with anybody but her was almost unbearable.

* * * * * *

Tanya had opened the inner door to the garage, and now she led Terry into the house through a door he had never seen before. Surely he would have remembered a garage like that? It must have been built after he had moved out. But then again, he couldn't quite remember where the cars and his bike had been before, either. As far as he could recall, the bike had always been standing somewhere, and he had just dropped it somewhere else when he was done riding it. He glanced at Tanya, wondering if he should ask her, but she had a strange look to her face. Had he gone too far to win the blushing game? She didn't look angry, though, more as if she were completely lost in thoughts.

When they reached the bedroom, Terry dropped the clothes he had been carrying, then slipped out of his shirt. Tanya followed suit, still with that distant look in her eyes. As he turned towards the bathroom, she reached around his waist and scooped him up. He shrieked with laughter as she tossed him onto the bed, then landed on top of him, pushing every bit of air out of his lungs. He smiled as he spotted her mischievous grin, then laughed as she pinned him down with all her weight and pushed her breasts up under his chin.

"When you say you know what it tastes like...?"

"Let me up and I'll show you." He laughed as relief flooded her face. "I haven't done sexy stuff with anyone else, honestly. It was just something I tried in the shower the other day."

"What, you didn't think I was jealous or anything, did you?"

"Of course not." He giggled. "You just looked like you wanted to lock me up and throw away the key."

"Only so I could keep you as mine. I wouldn't have minded, you know... if you had..."

"Yes, you would." He laughed as she blushed again. "You were so jealous, Tanya."

"Didn't you have something to show me?" Terry didn't reply; instead he sat up and spread his legs widely, making her blush deepen. "Not that, you silly little..."

Still not saying anything, Terry tried to lean forward in order to reach his sheath, but the soft bed gave way and he ended up kissing his navel. Instead, he lay back down and threw his feet up so that they landed on each side of his head. Inching his way until he was lying on his shoulders and neck, with his knees pressed against the sides of his head, he was finally able to reach. He swiped his tongue from the tip of the sheath down to his sac, moaning slightly as his testicles were rolled around, then he started licking himself in earnest. It wasn't long before his penis was fully out, rapidly rising to full hardness. He could see that Tanya was watching him closely, her eyes filled with arousal. She was rubbing herself, he realised, and that thought made his erection twitch with impatience. He pulled the foreskin back and licked the tip, shivering at the touch. He was still a bit sensitive after his recent orgasm. However, with Tanya watching he knew he would have to put on a show, so he pressed his hips down until his penis was completely engulfed in his mouth. It does taste good, he thought, letting out something that was half giggle, half moan, but which turned into a squeal of joy as he felt something completely new. Something had just brushed against his anus, sending jolts of pleasure up and down his spine. He looked up at Tanya, shocked to find that she was running her tongue around the rim of his butt hole. Part of him wanted to make faces against the grossness of it all, but at the same time it felt so good he thought he might explode. He started sucking harder, moving his lips up and down his shaft while he let his tongue tickle the head. Combined with having his butt licked, this was quickly driving him towards the edge. And as if these pleasures weren't enough, a new thought had entered his mind. So Tanya had thought that he had been having sex with another boy! The idea didn't seem strange at all to him, neither unpleasant. He tried to imagine being with his best friend, Bobby. Surely Bobby wouldn't have minded playing some sexy games, but even as he tried to form the mental image, all he could see was Tanya. It was too late now, he realised. He was committed to Tanya; she had proposed and he had accepted it. He would never want anybody else. Just as he was thinking this, Tanya's tongue was replaced by a finger that sank right in to touch his prostate. He cried out around the length in his mouth, then came with full force. The feeling inside him was a kind of warm glow, which was enhanced every time his anal muscles squeezed Tanya's finger, as well as every time his penis flexed against his tongue, straining in vain to try and eject semen. Terry held his breath, trying both to prolong these feelings and to keep them from shattering him. As his orgasm subsided, Tanya's finger slipped out of him, and he let his butt fall back onto the bed. She was there immediately, kissing and licking his softening sex while he lay panting and whimpering and squirming. In the end, he had to push her away as he was becoming too sensitive. She let him go reluctantly, then moved up his body, planting kisses along the way until their lips met again. Terry reached up and found a nipple with his fingers, tweaking it gently while his other hand roamed further down. But just as he had brushed a finger against her clitoris and was about to part her outer labia, he had another thought. Breaking both kiss and caresses, he sat up.

* * * * * *

Tanya groaned. Just as soon as he got started, Terry was gone. She opened her eyes and found him sitting next to her, looking at her with a slightly anxious look in his eyes.

"What is it, baby?" she asked, trying to keep impatience out of her voice. "Is something wrong?"

"No," he said meekly. "It's just..."

"Just what?"

"I wanna try it. I mean licking your... you know... down there..."

"Baby, you don't have to push yourself into it. You know that, right?"

"Yeah." He giggled, and a sly grin crept onto his muzzle. "I probably wouldn't fit, anyway."

It took Tanya a second or two before she got his joke, and then she let out a cry of mock disgust. Terry squealed as she smacked him across the nose with a pillow, then dove in for a wrestling match. It ended quickly with the boy being pinned down helplessly. This time, Tanya pressed her ample breasts down on his face, muffling his giggles.

"You're just about too naughty not to be spanked, but I'll let you get away with it this time." Another bout of laughter made her breasts bounce, and she couldn't hold back her own giggles. She sat up on her knees, letting Terry catch a mouthful of much-needed air. "You know what I meant to say."

"Yeah." He giggled again. "Couldn't resist, though."

"Little twerp." She turned him over and swatted his butt. "Be serious."

"Okay." With a smile, Terry took her hand and pulled her down to lie right next to him. "I was serious. I really wanna do it."

"But...?"

"I'm not sure I know how."

"You know well enough how to do it with your fingers. If you really want to try it, just remember what you've been doing."

"Tell me if I'm doing it wrong, okay?"

"Baby, you're too nervous. You shouldn't..."

"Please!" He took a deep breath and seemed to will his voice to turn steady. "Please let me, Tanya."

"All right." She turned around and placed her head on a pillow, then spread her legs. Terry licked his lips involuntarily, staring at her with a kind of hunger in his eyes that turned her on something wild. "But stop at once if you don't feel comfortable with it, okay? I won't blame you."

"Okay."

Terry moved in between her legs, lying down on his stomach. His eyes were wide as he seemed to study her sex. She reached down with one hand and spread her labia for him, feeling his ragged breath against the bared, pink flesh of her pussy. He sniffed at her, and she knew he was getting more than a noseful of her arousal. Again, he licked his lips, then slowly started moving his head closer to her crotch. Tanya closed her eyes and held her breath, waiting to see what would happen.

* * * * * *

Terry breathed in deeply through his nose, savouring his sister's scent. Shivers ran up and down his spine as he stared longingly at her exposed vagina. True, he had seen it before, and touched it more than once, but this was different. To be so close was exhilarating; it almost literally set his whole body on fire. He ran his fingers up and down Tanya's thighs, feeling her shudder at the touch. Somehow this calmed his nerves, to know that she was just as excited as he was. He nuzzled her upper thigh, so close to his goal that he could actually feel some of her wetness in the short, dense fur, then he reached out with his tongue and gave a long, slow lick just next to her labia. A sigh escaped her lips, and she ran her fingers through his hair as if to urge him on. His own fingers found her pubic fur and started rubbing just above her clitoris, while his licks stayed just where her thighs met her crotch. Tanya's soft moans soon turned into impatient grunts, yet she did nothing to push him closer to home. It felt nice, he decided, to be in charge like this. He knew that nothing would happen unless he made it happen. At the same time, though, he didn't want to tease her too much, if nothing else because of what she might do to get back at him. That thought set of a giggle, which in turn made Tanya laugh. She raised her head so that their eyes could meet over the twin spheres of her breasts, and they both grinned at one another. With that, the tension was gone, and Terry no longer felt nervous about what he was about to do. Whatever happened, he knew, would feel good for them both. While still keeping eye contact with his big sister, he moved his tongue slightly to the side and ran it up her slit, pressing in between her lips and tasting her fully for the first time. Tanya let out a deep growl, and her fingers tensed, raking her claws against his scalp. Then his tongue reached her clitoris, and he giggled again at the shrill yelp that escaped her lips.

As Tanya had said, he started thinking about how he had pleased her with his fingers, and tried to do the same now with his tongue and lips. He used a finger to pull back her clitoris hood, then touched it gently with his tongue. When she moaned in response, pushing her hips upwards to meet his muzzle, he started licking in circles around it while rubbing its base with his fingers. At the same time, he slipped a finger from his other hand in between her labia, feeling the hot, wet flesh inside her pussy. Thinking the word 'pussy' almost set him off giggling again, but he managed to keep a straight face as he now closed his lips around her clitoris, suckling lightly. For a second, he had a mental image of himself sucking on his own penis no more than a couple of minutes earlier, and this time he couldn't keep his laughter back. His crystal bell giggles made Tanya jump, and judging by the way her vaginal muscles squeezed his finger, she had reached her peak. She cried out, a wordless howl that would have scared Terry if he hadn't known that it was pleasure that brought it on. At the same time, he could feel her pussy turn even wetter, even hotter, and he knew he had to taste it. Removing his finger, he pushed his tongue in there instead. The flavour was sweet, yet slightly salty and sour as well, and he found that he loved it. Every time she spasmed, more wetness would form for him to lick up. Then he remembered how she had licked him, and shifted slightly so that he could reach her anus instead. Any thoughts he might have had regarding the taste were quickly forgotten as all he felt was the flavour of clean skin. Of Tanya. He pushed, and the tip of his tongue slipped inside. The taste turned just a little bit stronger, a hint of musk teasing Terry's taste buds and making his head spin. He could just barely feel it when Tanya climaxed again, and he almost didn't hear it when she called out his name.

"Oh, Terry! Oh!"

After seconds that seemed to stretch into hours Tanya's orgasm subsided, but now Terry felt a warm fire spread within himself. He got up on his hands and knees and crawled up along Tanya's body, intending to kiss her before his own orgasm took him, but he had no chance of making it. Instead, he collapsed on top of her, his lips finding a stiffened nipple and latching on to it while he pressed his rigid erection into his sister's thigh fur. This climax was his strongest yet, but when he tried to cry it out his voice failed him. All that escaped around the nipple in his mouth and the breast he was nuzzling was a kit's whimper. While his penis jumped and flexed, he felt Tanya's hands leave his hair. She rubbed the sides of his face, cradling him against her breast while she kissed the top of his head.

"That's it, baby, come for me," she whispered. "You're the best, the best ever. I love you so much, Terry. So much."