Dark and Stormy Night
As she stood quivering in the door way a flash of lightning illuminated her brother's sleeping form. For that instant, all the evidence of the 24-year-old male 'roo's restless sleep was revealed: an awkwardly twisted sleeping position, mussed up hair, and bedsheets tangled around his long feet and legs. Despite his appearance of unrest, neither the thunderous clash, nor the squeak it elicited from his sister seemed to rouse him.
That sister was an entirely different story. The storm had prevented her from ever achieving sleep in the first place, and she'd spent hours trying to force herself to ignore her surrounds and sleep. Once her paranoic mind began transforming all the apartment's sparse furniture into psychotic axe murderers, she decided to go wake up her brother and make him keep her company. Of course, it was all quite embarassing that she was actually too afraid of a natural phenomenon to sleep. When she'd finally gotten permission to stay at her eight-years-senior brother's new apartment, she'd resolved to be cool and mature around him. The plan had been more or less successful, up until this moment.
Another, less intense flash showed that he had, in fact, shifted, his chest heaving in a gentle sigh, but still not woken. The younger wallaby at the entrance shifted awkwardly from foot to foot as she weighed the embarassment of disturbing him against the terror of not doing so. She shuffled halfway to his bed before indecision struck once again. She could just make out the outline of his arm, stretched horizontally across the bed while the rest of his body turned at an angle away from her. A few more soft, hesitant steps brought her to the bed's side, where she made the decision to join him, without waking him up.
Her soft brownish, blackish body brushed his chocolately fur as she nestled into the crook of his arm. Almost immediately, warmth and security flooded through her, making the storm's sounds fade to insignificance. As her eyes began to drift closed, she felt her brother's opposite arm slide around her shoulder and hug her to his chest. For a second as brief as the lightning flashes around her, warmth turned to heat when his paws grazed her nipples. "L-ayla?" came the low, sleepy mumble that rang of nothing but familiarity to her swiveling ears.
"Yeah, it's me. I couldn't sleep."
Both muscled arms uncurled from around her and stretched as he blinked into consciousness. "Mm... oh." he yawned, "Why couldn't you?" Rolling back to snuggle against him, she pointed across his body to the opposite window, where lightning flashed in explanation. The arm then rested upon his chest as the wallaby sister went back to drifting toward sleep. He chuckled softly at the clinging position, trying to carefully slide a bit out of the way. "And you're planning to stay here? *Right* here?" She nodded wordlessly, her paw gripping him slightly as she felt the attempted escape, and slid her knee up between his legs to keep him in place. "Err," he said, carefully trying to unfasten her arm, "you probably shouldn't do that."
She snorted, her muzzle now close enough to his neck that he could feel her whiskers and the puff of breath. "S'fine," she whispered, squeezing him gently in a hug. Another protesting murmur came, but she ignored it completely. Her long claws traced along his collarbone, eventually joined by the gentle stroking of leg. She was about to purr happily at his cease of struggle, when she felt his formerly soft body tense. Her long-lashed eyes blinked open unhappily to see what had caused this de-relaxation. Her eyes widened substantially more as the fell upon the erection pressed against her shin.
The flyer glanced upward to see how her brother was reacting to this development. The expression on his face, so far as she could tell in the dim lighting, was primarily of embarassment and general discomfort. Just beyond that, however, was the slight look of pleading, and inner conflict, which she took as enough liscense to examine further. She serpentined her claw down his belly to the coarser tuft of fur around her brother's cock. Gently, she dragged her hand along its length, her fingers circling over, under, and around it. As the tension in his thighs increased, she pressed her lips to his neck, kissing upward until she was just under his ear. As she proceeded to suckling on her brother's ear, she accompanied the movement with a slight squeeze his cock. She whispered, "Do you think I could --"
"Anything," he panted, grabbing the wrist of the arm that held him to discourage it from leaving. Grinning, she dragged herself up and over him, crawling backwards until she was eye-level with this protruding fascination. Circling his head with her finger, she inspected it from every angle, ending finally with a tentative lick and glance upward for a reaction. A moan escaped his lips, which she quickly discovered was horny-'roo-ese for 'Do that again. Several times." Encouraged, she lapped longly from his nuts to head, then let saliva dribble from her tongue onto his tip. Her other paw joined the first in spreading the lubrication down its length while her lips circled around the tip. Within those lips were two things, a curiously probing tongue, and suction. One, or both managed to get another inarticulate moan from the older 'roo, both delighting and amusing his sister. Her muzzle eased as far down his length as she could manage, sucking and pulling back upward with equal slowness. As she repeateded this drawn-out bobbing, her speed increased slightly, but not enough to be entirely satisfactory. That is, until her brother's strong paw gripped her ear and forced the process a not only faster, but *further* than she'd intended. Sucking with as much power as she posessed, she fought the need to gag as he pulled her lips over himself over and over again, her finger stroking under his ball sac. Eventually a muffled yelp was all that could slow the process, and eventually free her ear. Gaining choice once again, she focussed her attention on his head, her lips nursing on it as a paw began to jerk on the length below. Her frenzied repitition moved faster and faster as her ears were filled with the musical sounds of "Oh... Lay... I- uh... oh!" Quickly, her muzzled pulled off to just kiss his cock as he tensed, twitched, and splashed cum all over her face.
As she milked the last few drops from him, he was greeted by a milky, sticky grin from his sister. She crawled forward, returning to her former spot at his side, and kissed him full on the lips. "Hmm, that was fun. Can we do it again?"