Made for Each Other
#3 of The Mageranger Collection
Typical Disclaimer
This story is a work of erotic fiction, featuring anthropomorphic (furry) characters. If that disturbs you, don't read it. Any resemblance between characters portrayed here and people or characters elsewhere is both unintentional and coincidental - unless that resemblance happens to be to other characters of my own.
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Preamble
I was a little hesitant about writing/publishing this one, since it features a brother/sister pairing - which I've written about before, and then abandoned because I wasn't quite comfortable with it. Time has passed, and I guess either I've lost some old hang ups, or fallen into a fashionable moral decline - you'll have to decide for yourself on that one ^^; Hopefully the relationship demonstrated between the characters will feel justified, rather than just seeming to be there for the sake of it.
This story occurs about two weeks after [Just Friends](%5C), and the night before [A Matter of Faith](%5C), which in turn occurs about 3 months before [New Beginnings](%5C). (I think I'm gonna have to start maintaining an index page for these if I keep writing out of sequence like this...)
*edited 8th Apr 2009; removed stupid unicode characters*
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Made for Each Other
The pale disk of a nearly full moon slipped in and out of the erratic clouds, sporadically illuminating the buildings that were collectively known as Forestmoon Rest. Benefiting from five acres of grounds, and set back from the main road, it enjoyed a view over both forest and valley, was close enough to the city of Reedsbrook to receive plenty of custom, and was approachable anonymously by the road away from town if desired.
And of course, anonymity was often a priority. Whether a city councillor in an ineffective disguise, or a lonely traveller simply passing through, nobody really wanted to be recognised as having partaken of the services of the establishment - at least, not by the outside world. Once through the main doors, assuming one passed the burly security guards in the entrance lobby without incident, a visitor might expect a warm welcome by the staff, who would greet by name or pseudonym before leading the way to a table or booth of preference, offer refreshments, and enquire as to which of the other services of the house the guest would like to enjoy.
And services there were aplenty, for Forestmoon Rest was a provider of companionship and entertainment. Whether a guest preferred to enjoy the bar and the stage shows, requested a companion for a quiet ride in the forest, or wished to book a private room with one (or two) of the staff for more personal services, Forestmoon existed to cater to the whims of its clientele.
Owned and managed by madam Deilendra Warmstone, a dingo with formidable business acumen, open mindedness, and an iron will, the rules of the house were simple: while the guest behaved with respect for the staff, and the staff would respect the guest. Where the guest asked before making an assumption of willingness, the staff would do their best to be accommodating and helpful, and where the client decided to be forceful or demanding, the staff would be every bit as forceful in ejecting said client from the building, following up by splashing notices of their behaviour all over Reedsbrook.
In general, most guests chose to behave with decorum, and the hyena now leaving by the west exit had been no exception. Turning in the doorway, she bent down to hug the feline behind her, kissing his cheek.
"Thanks, Ollie," she smiled with genuine affection. "I'll see you again in a few weeks, eh?"
"I shall look forward to it, miss Alyssa," the feline told her. "Take care."
"And you." Waving over her shoulder, the tall hyena turned and walked away down the path. Oliquandro watched her until she reached the edge of the grounds, then retreated inside.
Late, he thought, yawning as he made his way through the corridors of the west wing and into the courtyard behind. Seamlessly flanked by four buildings, it was open to the air, yet private and enclosed. To the south, the main wing, housing lobby, bar, lounge, and stage. As ever, this wing was well lit and gave off a soft hum of talking and music. To his right, the north wing, stables and storage, a few dark windows looking blankly into the courtyard. Behind him, guest rooms, for clients wishing a more private service than the south wing. Across the courtyard, beyond the neatly manicured garden, the staff quarters.
Not wishing to disturb any who might be enjoying the open air behind any of the numerous bushes and hedges in the courtyard (al-fresco service being a regular option), Ollie made his way along the covered walkways around the edge, opting for the northward route. Lanterns hung at regular intervals cast a friendly glow to light his path, while allowing the centre of the courtyard to be lit only by moon and stars.
The door to the east wing was simple, unremarkable, the corridor behind well lit by candles. To either side, spaced at an even seven yards, ranks of numbered doors. Between each entry way, a painting, a vase, or just something ornamental, something to break up what would otherwise be a rather monotonous hallway. Wincing at a slight ache in his back, the feline glanced at himself as he passed a large mirror on the right side wall, straightening up as he realised he was slouching.
Slender and not too tall, he nonetheless had an air about him that triggered approval in others. With friendly blue eyes, a warm smile, and and interesting array of light spotted markings that showed up on varying parts of his body - a testament to his mixed ancestry - there were few who took exception to sharing his company. Which, given his line of work, was a good thing.
Reaching out, he placed a tentative hand on the handle of a door marked among its fellows only by the number fourteen and the potted fern to the left of it. Turning it slowly, he edged his way into the room beyond, trying not to make too much noise as he did so.
"Bro?"
The light from the candles behind him cast enough light to make out the shape of his sister as she sat up in her bed, feline ears at a sleepy lopsided angle.
So much for not making too much noise.
"Yeah, sorry, Ellie," he murmured softly."I didn't mean to wake you."
"You never do. You're late, are you ok?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. "You're limping!"
"Am I?" he queried, glancing down at himself as if the standard white shirt-and-shorts uniform might give a hint as to why. "Oh just a little stiff, nothing damaged," he reassured her as he entered. Since she was awake anyway, he lit a candle from one on the wall outside, and set it down atop the chest of drawers beside the door, it's flickering glow illuminating the neat little room they shared.
"Rough night?"
"Alyssa Stoutwood," he replied to the accompaniment of a wry smile.
"Ahh," Ellie nodded knowingly, watching as he sat on the edge of his bed. "Yes, she does seem to like, um, leaving you in a bind. Why do you put up with her?"
"Because she'll never hurt me, tips better than most, and always likes to cuddle afterwards. And she says I'm her sanity-saver."
"How so?"
"Because I roleplay a good victim. Her punches never land, but I pretend they do. She says it helps work out stress, stops her going overboard in the line of duty."
"Yeah, the rangers must have it tough sometimes," Ellie nodded again, looking thoughtful. "Get your man, bring 'em back alive," she added, in a fair imitation of Alyssa, which Ollie thought was pretty impressive given she was half the hyena's size. "She never does that sort of thing with me though..."
"No," he said, bending down to remove the soft moccasins that come as standard staff-issue, and feeling his back ache in protest. "What is it she once said to me? 'Boys are for sparring and sex. Girls are for making love.'"
Ellie giggled as she slid out from under her blankets, moving across the gap between their beds to kneel on the mattress behind him. Ollie grunted as her hands found his shoulders, massaging firmly right where she knew he needed it.
"Well, at least you get some satisfaction in reward for all the sparring."
"Kind of."
"Kind of?" she paused, hands on the back of his neck as he unbuttoned his shirt.
"She didn't want me to finish," he admitted. "Said it would make me more keen next time she's in town."
Laughing, Ellie hugged him from behind, resting her chin on the top of him head. "Poor baby Bro, all frustrated and stiff."
"Customer's always right," he said, unable to keep a trace of regret from his voice.
"Customer's not here any more," Ellie remind him, her hands returning to his back, working over his fur soothingly. "And you, Bro, need a bath," she proclaimed.
"Yeah, I'm not surprised," Ollie sighed. "She does like to spend a few hours in the bar first, and apparently I make a good drinking buddy."
"You're not supposed to be drinking while on call," Ellie eyed him suspiciously as she leaned over his shoulder to test his breath.
"I didn't, I just sat and listened, but the smoke and the smell get in your clothes and fur anyway."
"Yeah, ok, I'll buy that. You can't hold your liquor anyway, you'd be flat out by now if you'd had anything."
"Hey, I'm not that bad," he twisted his head to frown at her and winced as his neck twinged.
"Yes you are," Ellie giggled. "And so am I," she admitted, her hands running up his back to the nape of his neck, seeking out stiff muscles. "Gods, Bro, what did she do, hogtie you?"
"Only for a few minutes..."
"Ouch! C'mon, let's get you into a bath, you'll loosen up quicker in the water."
It was probably true, Ollie decided, allowing her to drape a bath robe around his shoulders before leading him down the corridor, her warm hand tight around his.
The staff bathroom was one of those little luxuries that made everything worthwhile. Always kept stocked with soaps and scents, it was well designed to encourage a high degree of cleanliness and personal grooming. The eight-foot-wide circular bath helped too. Set into the floor, nearly five feet at it's deepest, it was always kept heated, and could be relied upon to provide a refuge from the stress and strains of day to day work - unless it was your turn to keep the fire going or change the water that day.
Fortunately today was not one of those days, and Ollie sank gratefully into the warm water, finding the shelf that ran around the edge, sitting down so that only his head remained above the surface. Behind him, he could hear Ellie busying herself selecting soap and shampoo.
"There you go, Bro," Ellie grinned, ruffling the fur between his ears with a soapy hand. Tilting his head back enough to return the smile, she took the opportunity to lather both his cheeks. He regarded her with a long suffering look as she amused herself by drawing patterns in his wet fur for a few moments, spiking up tufts, making little spiral patterns at the sides of his face. Eventually, she relented, grinning and pushing down on the top of his head until he obediently submerged, feeling her hands running over his face and ears for a few moments before she allowed him to surface again.
"Much better," she smiled. With his head tilted back again, Ollie watched as she quietly let her robe fall to the floor behind him, padding around the side of the bath until she could let herself down into it. Slimmer than he was, more delicate, he was often of the opinion that she had inherited better looks from their parents. There was a natural grace to her movements, a seamless flow that he never felt able to duplicate.
Looking up at him as she slipped into the water, Ellie grinned and stretched her feet out towards the middle of the bath, and he met them with his own. At least, Ollie thought, he got the leg length advantage, just an inch or so.
"Come here, I'll do your back," she smiled, retracting her feet and moving forwards into the deep centre of the bath, standing on tiptoes to keep her mouth above the water. Ollie sighed softly as her hands ran over his fur, the contact made slippery by the bar of soap in each palm. Her hands broke the surface, soaping the sides of his neck as he inhaled the pleasant scent.
"Is that..."
"Yep," Ollie could hear the grin without turning to look. "Same soap, Bro."
"You don't often choose that."
"Yeah, well, you kinda reminded me of something. Remember what?"
Remember? How could he not...
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He had come limping back that day, too, aching and tired. Not for the same reasons - at the time neither of them were really working at Forestmoon, or at least, not in the way they had later begun to.
Nobody in Reedsbrook or Forestmoon Rest could really explain how two five year old children ended huddled up in a hollow of a rotting tree outside the city, with neither food nor possessions, looking lost and woebegone in the rain. It was fortunate timing, perhaps, that saw Deilendra Warmstone riding past.
All that Ollie remembered of the day was the warm smile the dingo bestowed upon the both of them as she dismounted, holding her hands out and offering shelter. With no orphanage in the city, she had brought them to the only place she felt she could look after them. After food, water, and rest, she had questioned them gently about how they arrived in Reedsbrook, receiving an account of being loaded onto their father's horse and sent galloping out of town.
Since neither of them seemed to know how to get back home, or even if there was still a home to go back to, Deilendra had decided to shelter them until she find a suitable place to send them. It wasn't for two weeks that the news scrolls started talking about a pirate raid some fifty miles south, and it hadn't taken the dingo too long to establish the likely chain of events.
Ollie had often suspected that it was never the plan to keep Ellie and himself around for long, but whatever common opinion may have been, Deilendra Warmstone, or Auntie Dee, as she became known to them, proved to be one of the kindest and most caring people they had ever met. Never had they seen her raise her voice to any of the staff, never berated or demanded - although they did several times witness her beating seven bells out of drunken and rowdy customers.
It was perhaps this tendency for empathy and affection to those in need that caused her not to send the young felines away, instead sheltering them, schooling them, raising them, giving them work in the kitchens and stables, cleaning and cooking, and always making it very plain that these children were not to be touched by clients of Forestmoon Rest.
Among the staff on the other hand, the two young felines were an instant hit the moment they arrived. With innocent faces and large eyes, they very quickly became everybody's darling children, and though an odder family could not have been found, family the staff of Forestmoon Rest soon became. Dula, the wolf, childless but not for want of secret desire, mothering them at every opportunity. Feylia, the bubbly and affectionate lioness who aspired to a trade in some arcane craft she referred to as 'engineering' as soon as she had the money to study, taking care of their mathematical education. Terone, grounds keeper and original gentleman's gentleman of the Rest, soft of voice, steady of action, yet deeply knowledgeable about horticulture and the keeping of animals. Natina, the vixen, more serious than her years warranted, but well travelled with a keen eye of local custom and a keener ear for language. Not to mention, Kida, Melo, Perrin, Lanua, Jina, Gina, Reeve, and the ever mysterious Prince, a leopard who seemed to spend his life in roleplay.
That was just the long term staff. Many came and went within a year, falling back into the gentle net laid by Auntie Dee, only to rebound into their lives remarkably undamaged for the ills that had befallen them.
Auntie Dee had been tearful that birthday morning, as she had called them both into her office. Those who work at Forestmoon Rest, must work at Forestmoon Rest, she had explained. It was the house rule, the rule that kept it from becoming a charity shelter, the rule that kept the house in business and those within its walls safe.
Three months, was the deadline. After that, they must be in, or they must be out. The protection of childhood was over, the chill of the real world creeping in through the crack under the door.
The choice was theirs, she promised them, tears tracking down her face, berating herself for holding on to them for too long, for not letting them go when they were but children. They would have her full support and assistance in finding other work, if they wished, every contact every favour would be used to secure them a place elsewhere, if they asked.
But they hadn't asked, at least, not immediately. They had nodded, voiced understanding, hugged auntie Dee tightly, and walked out of her office. Exchanging a glance, each understanding the other's thoughts without the need for words, they each went about their chores for that day.
Working with Terone, now approaching his thirty fifth year but no less in demand than he had been over a decade ago when they first met, Ollie had spent the day assisting with the removal of an old and gnarled tree to outside the west wing. By the time he returned to their shared bedroom, he was tired, sweating, and aching - although quietly exultant at the eventual victory over the stubborn roots.
Ellie had declared he needed a bath that day, too, although she had intended to leave him to it once she had ushered him inside. Yet standing there in the corridor outside, one hand on the door handle, she didn't walk away. Hearing the soft splash that indicated Ollie's submergence, she cracked the door open again.
"Bro? Can I come in a mo?"
"Er, sure..."
"Thanks." Closing the door behind her, she padded back to the side of the bath as he turned to look at her over the rim.
"You ok?" he asked.
"Um, no," she said, shaking her head as she sat cross legged on the floor a few feet away.
"Thinking about this morning?"
She gave a shaky laugh. "Just a little, yeah."
"Me too." They lapsed into silence for a few seconds, not quite looking at each other. "I'm kinda scared," Ollie admitted.
Ellie smiled at him gently. "Scared to leave, or scared not to?"
Shrugging his eyebrows, Ollie shook his head. "Both, I guess," he sighed.
Leaning forwards, she put herself onto all fours beside the bath, holding out her hand, smiling as he reached out and took it. "Whatever happens," she told him. "We stay together."
"Whatever happens," he confirmed. "What will happen?" he asked, and she laughed.
"I dunno," she admitted. "Do you mind if I join you?"
"Been a few years, hasn't it?"
"I think I can still remember how to share a bath."
"All right," Ollie nodded, turning his face away as she reached up to unbutton her blouse. It wasn't that either of them were really shy around the other, but it was a standing courtesy between them not to intentionally look. Accordingly, he covered his eyes as he heard her pad around the side of the bath, waiting until she was fully in the water before removing his hand.
"Thanks," she smiled, and he nodded, watching as she lifted one hand from the water, a bar of soap in her grasp as she slid it along the length of one slender arm.
"So, what have you been thinking, Bro?"
Ollie sighed. "Honestly?"
"Honestly."
"I'm more frightened of going than I am of staying," he told her, watching the water six inches from his face.
"Mmm," she murmured, non-committally.
"But... I mean... I've not... I don't really know how to work here," he went on, finishing the sentence in a rush, afraid that he wouldn't say it if he didn't hurry.
"I know what you mean," Ellie said softly, gently floating to the middle of the bath, pirouetting gracefully under the water for no obvious reason. "It's like... I can deal with the idea, I think," she continued, slowly revolving, arms outstretched so that her hands skimmed the surface of the water, her fingertips passing within a foot of Ollie's nose. "I mean, everyone here does it... but, how am I supposed to start?"
"Not by being paid."
"No," she agreed, now facing away from him and shivering visibly. "No, that would be horrible. What if it's someone... not nice?" Turning back towards him, her expression edged towards fearful
"I wouldn't let them give you someone like that," Ollie told her, standing and placing his hands on her shoulders. "I hate it when Dula or Terone get someone who doesn't feel right. They've got years of experience, they know how to handle it, and I still hate it; I couldn't bear it for you!"
Ellie smiled, looking slightly happier. Without warning, she surged forward in the water, sloshing a small wave over the side and into the run off channel, her arms around him as her chin settled on his shoulder.
"Thanks, Bro," she whispered.
"Nothing you wouldn't do for me," he returned, holding her lightly as she pressed herself against him for a moment.
"What about you?" she asked, recovering herself enough to release him, and he shook his head as he sat back down. "I bet Kida would," Ellie prodded slyly, and he blushed. Giggling, she relapsed onto the bench herself, half a turn around the pool from him. "Not thought about asking? You used to have such a crush on her!"
"Yeah, well, maybe I did," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "I mean, she's nice, but I don't know if... if it would be right..."
"I know what you mean. She's lovely, but so... experienced. It's like," Ellie mused. "Like it should be someone I totally trust and who's not too far ahead of me."
"Someone I could share anything with," Ollie added.
"Someone I really love."
"Someone I can relax around."
"Someone I'm not afraid to be with," she murmured.
"What you need," Ollie stated solemnly. "Is a boyfriend."
Ellie laughed. "Yeah, well, fat chance. I don't see any handsome, charming single males around who wouldn't mind what I'm thinking of taking for my vocation."
"You could always ask the Prince."
Spluttering, Ellie slipped a few inches down in the water and spat out a mouthful of water. "He's loony!"
"Yeah, but at least he's harmless. And kinda funny."
"In the head," Ellie said, tapping the side of her own with a fingertip.
"It was only a suggestion," Ollie stuck his tongue out.
"A rotten one," she scowled playfully at him, then sighed. "So come on, Bro, be serious," she said, scooting around the bath to sit beside him, idly rubbing his exposed shoulder with the soap. "Who would you think about? Who do you really trust, and love, and feel comfortable sharing anything with?"
Ollie swallowed as she ran her fingers over his fur, suddenly nervous, a first for being in her company.
"Well, there is... is one girl I've thought about," he admitted.
"Ooo, do tell!" Grinning, she rested her chin on his shoulder and looked up at him. "Is she pretty?"
"Very. And kind, and gentle, and thoughtful, and smart, and I love her a lot, and there's never been anything else I'm afraid of doing with her..."
"So why not ask her?"
"Because I'm scared to. She might think it's weird and... freaky and..."
"Ollie," she said firmly, lifting a hand from the water to turn his head to face her. "Any girl would have to be pretty stupid to turn you down. Who is she?"
"I..." for a moment his voice failed, and he tried to look away, but she held his chin firm in her grip. "I don't want to tell you." He closed his eyes.
"Tough, I'm your sister, I get to know everything whether you like it or not. Tell."
"I..."
"Tell!"
Sighing, Ollie opened his eyes, his gaze captured and held by hers, his lips parting but not moving, the words refusing to form, much as he might wish for them.
Ellie looked back in silence for a few moments, examining his eyes, trying to read the answer in them. What was he trying to say to her? What was it that he was afraid to speak, yet wanted to tell her? His eyebrows adopted an apologetic slant, and suddenly she understood.
"Oh... Bro..."
"It's weird and freaky isn't it?" he asked, his expression plaintive, almost tearful.
"Bro, I... I love you," she told him, working her arm around his back and hugging him, her nose pressing up under his chin. "I love you, Bro! I wanted to ask you, I have for months, but I thought... I thought you'd think I was crazy if... I love you!"
Ollie blinked, trying to look down around his muzzle at her but failing. Slowly it dawned on him that here they were together, the thought that had been in his head for a long time out in the open, and she hadn't thrown it back in his face.
"Love you, Sis," he murmured quietly, hugging her as the gentle scent of the soap filled his senses.
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Eight months later as she slipped her arms around his waist, there was less shyness between them. Ollie smiled as she hugged him tightly, nuzzling the back of his ear as his hands rose to cover hers.
"Love you, Sis," he told her.
"Love you, Bro," she murmured back, her arms tightening for a moment. "Would you like to?"
Now there was a question that brought back memories...
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Perhaps oddly, it wasn't a question that surfaced in the bath that day, both of them quite content to simply cuddle in the warm water, the acknowledgement of the love between them bright and satisfying. They had slept together that night, but only slept, each dressed in their night clothes, arms around each other in Ellie's bed, worries and fears about the future pushed back by their companionship.
They both blushed upon waking to find themselves face to face, noses almost touching, breath mingling across the pillow.
"Hi," she murmured softly, cheeks a charming pink.
"Hi. You ok?"
"Yeah," she nodded, smiling. "You?"
"Yeah," he breathed, gaze flicking from her eyes to her lips and back. "Last night..."
"I meant it."
"Me too," he affirmed quietly.
"Kiss me?"
It had never been easy to refuse any of his sister's requests, and that morning had been no different. A soft, shy contact of lips against lips, neither really sure what else to do, and neither really worried about the fact. It was enough just as it was, the warmth of their bodies together, the glow of their love for each other.
Drawing back, he gazed into her eyes, sparkling blue in the dim light that filtered through the curtains, and found nothing but affection looking back at him.
"Come on you two, up and at 'em!" a voice called from the hallway outside, a heavy knocking upon the door.
Ollie saw his sister bite her lip, her eyes widening in fear for a moment, but the door did not open.
"C-coming!" she called out, and they heard footsteps walk away.
"Phew," she mouthed, and he nodded before leaning forward to press his lips to hers again as she giggled.
"C'mon, Bro, we gotta move or someone really will come in and find us like this."
And so they had. Rising, dressing, going about the day as if nothing had changed - which for the large part, was true. They kissed again, later that night, sneaking into the staff bathroom once more when nobody else was around, this time deeper, richer, warmer, tongues flicking softly at each other. When they broke, they embraced, chest to chest, cheek to cheek in the water.
But again, retiring for the night, there seemed no need for more, no rush, both content to simply lie with the other through the night.
It wasn't until the fourth day, the fourth bath, the fourth night of kisses and embracing that they found themselves side by side in Ollie's bed, Ellie's hands slipping casually up under his loose nightshirt as his fingers roamed across the backs of her thighs, gown drawn up all the way to her bottom. And right there, with one hand resting just under his navel, a blush and a smile on her face, she had asked the question.
"Would you like to?"
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"Yes..." he whispered, eyes closed as he leaned back into her, exulting in the feel of her soft fingers slipping down his stomach. Gasping softly, he felt his toes curl as her fingers brushed the tops of his thighs, investigating the crease where they met his body, slowly, ever so slowly moving inwards to cup between his legs. Breath trembling, he shivered at the contact.
"I remember when you first touched me like this..."
She giggled into his ear, kissing the side of his face as he turned his head to catch a glimpse of her.
"I remember you being so nervous we couldn't get you hard."
Favouring her with an apologetic expression, he gave a pained laugh. "Yeah... talk about embarrassing."
"Don't be embarrassed," she murmured softly, one hand slipping up to caress the length of his feline sheath, warm under her fingertips. "I thought it was ever so sweet. Did I never tell you that?"
"Um, no..." Ollie shook his head, blushing but suddenly quite pleased.
"It just seemed so gentlemanly... like you weren't going to take pleasure from me until you had given it first. Mmm, I remember how you held me... tucked up next to me like you'd never be anywhere else again... your hands roaming over me - you were so shy you kept asking if it was ok, whether it felt good. Took you ages to get to the good parts," playfully she dropped her face to nuzzle the side of his neck, making him squirm as her fingertip played over the pink flesh she had enticed to show itself between his legs.
"Not that you're going to be the gentleman tonight, are you?" she asked, smiling as she felt his hips press forward against her touch.
"Sorry..." Ollie felt his flush deepen.
"That's ok, Bro," Ellie murmured gently, moving her hands to his shoulders and turning him to face her. "I know how to handle you, remember," she smiled as he brought his lips to hers, skin to skin, tongue to tongue, warm and exciting. His hands found her flanks, drawing her to him, his hard shaft pressed against her stomach.
"I want you," he whispered urgently into her ear, his wet cheek tight against her own.
"Mmm, that I can tell," she giggled. "Dear me, you were left in a state tonight, weren't you? Sit down," she told him firmly, pushing at his shoulders until he disengaged, floating gently backwards until he could sit once more, arms reaching out to embrace her as she knelt in his lap.
Fighting back a soft moan of pleasure, Ollie surrendered to her kiss, hugging her to him, feeling her breasts roll against his chest as her body pressed his pink shaft against his own stomach.
"I love you..."
"Love you too, Bro," she murmured softly, arching her back so as to rub her fur against his length, feeling his tip glide across her lower belly. So teasingly close.
"Sis..."
"Not in the water," she whispered into his ear, and he nodded, breathing hard against the side of her neck as he hugged her.
Pressing her lips to his, Ellie raised her hands to his ears, rubbing, massaging, gently tugging, knowing that he was sensitive here, especially when aroused - and if she were any judge, he was very much so already.
"Up on the side," she whispered, lips brushing his ear for a moment before she pulled back, floating away from him.
Putting her hands on his knees as he sat down on the edge of the bath, only his lower legs in the water, she grinned up at him. "Very ungentlemanly."
"Sorry..."
"Shh," shaking her head, Ellie pressed her finger to his lips. "Don't be sorry. It's nice to know what you want." Stepping close towards him, kneeling on the seat under the water, she reached her hands around behind him, finding his soft feline tail and dragging it around until she could plant a kiss upon the tip, working her way down six inches before giving a long, slow lick across the fur.
Chest rising and falling with his rapid breathing, Ollie bit his lip as his sister gently took the tip of his tail into her mouth, her fingers drumming up and down against the fur outside her lips, stroking him in a most suggestive, and somewhat unsatisfying way. Further down, her free hand rested between his legs, just to one side. Close.
"Soapy..." she commented, pulling back and flicking her tongue out in a mildly amused manner as she surveyed the damp tip of her brother's tail.
Laughing breathily, he shook his head. "May-maybe there's other parts of me didn't get so much soap," he suggested, grinning.
"Mmm, maybe," Ellie mused, grabbing his hand as he brushed her cheek, immediately taking two of his fingers into her mouth. She hummed around his digits as he watched, her expression one of concentration as her tongue lapped over his soft pads, investigating every inch.
"Soapy," she declared again. "Ok, well, maybe..." Ollie gasped softly as her nose descended, the tip of her tongue touching lightly against the very tip of his erection.
"Sis... mmm," he sighed as he felt her move down over him, her muzzle warm and inviting as she took him inside. His hips jumped as she swirled her tongue around him.
"Sis, do you know that there is nobody else as good at this as you?"
Ellie hummed a vague noise of agreement, her eyes flickering up to meet his for a moment before returning to her task.
"Um, but I ah... I dunno if I can keep being the gentleman much longer," he warned her, fighting the words out between rapid breaths. She didn't move, and he took it as a sign of assent, moving his hand from her cheek to brace himself against the rim of the bath, feeling the tension build inside. So close...
"Mmm, nope, still soapy," she declared, pulling back suddenly and leaving him gasping, pushing his hips forwards into empty air. On instinct, he tried to reach down to bring himself to completion, but she leaned forward, her elbows landing on either side of his legs, blocking access to his lower body as she looked up at him.
"I guess we're just gonna have to rinse you down and dry you off before we continue," Ellie told him, holding his gaze, grinning as she felt his hands tapping against her, unable to reach himself for that last moment of stimulation he needed.
She continued to hold his gaze with hers as he panted softly, his hands stilling their frantic motions, his expression imploring.
"Love you," she reminded him, and he nodded breathlessly.
"Love you too," he whispered, then sighed through his nose as she surged up to press her lips to his. Hands on his flanks, brushing over his damp fur, tongue pressing against his, battling for supremacy within the confines of their muzzles. "We'll get you there, Bro," she murmured into his ear, rubbing her cheek against his. "But there ain't here, with me?"
"With you," he confirmed.
"That's my boy. Now come on," Ellie grinned as she pulled back. "Let's be drying down and out of here."
Catching hold of her arm as she rose from the pool, he embraced her warmly, and she giggled, nuzzling into his neck as he did the same to hers. He could feel her tail curling up between their legs, brushing against him, making him shiver, and he fought the urge to press himself against her, not wanting to inadvertently mess up her clean fur.
Ellie couldn't help teasing him a little as they dried each other. Lingering over his bottom, letting the towel stray between his legs slightly more than was necessary. Kneeling in front of him as she dried his legs, she stretched out her tongue to give his erection just the gentlest lick, and he froze, hands on her shoulders, eyes tight shut for a few moments. For a second she thought she'd finally pushed him beyond his control, but he recovered himself, trembling, and she stood up to kiss him tenderly.
"I love you," he told her as they broke apart, and she smiled, kissing him again.
"Calm down, little brother," she told him gently, her hands gliding around his nearly-dry flanks, holding his hips. "That's it. Breathe," she smiled, and he grinned sheepishly at her. After giving him a few more moments to collect himself, Ellie padded over to retrieve his bath robe, holding it up for him to slip into, taking his hand when they were both dressed and leading him back out into the corridor.
As they climbed the stairs, Ollie watched the sway of his sister's tail. Left, to right, to left, with a little more curl and bounce than was quite necessary, it was exceedingly alluring - not to mention that when she lifted it, the back of her robe lifted with it. Unable to stop himself, he reached out, his hand finding her elbow, some wild idea about having her right there in the corridor taking root in his mind.
At his touch, she turned and kissed him, her flushed expression and the way her eyes darted the length of the hallway revealing that she had been thinking something very similar.
"Not here," she whispered as he nuzzled her neck, his arms tight around her back.
Pushing away, she grabbed his hand, and they half walked, half ran down the corridor. Plants, paintings, and mirrors flashed past until they reached their door, pushing it open and closing it behind them with urgent haste.
"I need you, Sis," he told her, his lips brushing hers as they embraced behind the door, his hands tugging at her robe as she pulled at his.
"I know, I know, it's ok, Bro, it's ok, I'm here," she whispered into his ear as he clung to her, hands raking across his soft fur, petting him, soothing him. Backing up, she felt the top of the chest of drawers bump against her bottom, hopping up onto it, her knees on either side of his hips, baring herself to him.
"Come on, little brother," he heard her urging him as he moved forward to meet her, his lips finding her neck, nipping and nuzzling at her fur as her hands tugged at his hips. "Come on now." He gasped as he felt her fingers against his shaft, bone hard and aching, guiding him, lining him up just right.
"I love you," he murmured as he sank into her. "Oh gods, I love you!"
"I love you too, Bro. Give me what you got."
He couldn't not obey. Too long held back, too long teased and denied, there was no finesse or style left in him. All that was left was instinct, instinct to push into her, to embrace her, to hold her and to have her. Her voice filled his ears as he thrust against her, the uncontrolled motion of his hips audible in her breathing, each thrust a jarring force.
"Sis, I need to..."
"I know," she soothed, her voice like a cool rain upon the fire in his thoughts, calming him enough to embrace her as she wrapped her legs around his back, heels tapping at his buttocks.
Muzzle jammed into the crook of his sister's neck, arms tight about her, hips locked against hers, Ollie felt his climax thunder through him. Wave upon wave, pressure uncontrolled, a damn broken, champagne uncorked, each surge spilling the heat of his pleasure inside her.
"That's it... good boy... good boy, little brother..." her soft words somehow found their way through the fog, letting him know that everything was all right, that all was well.
Trembling, panting, his hips grew still as he relaxed against her, her lips nibbling his ear.
"Gods, I love it when you lose control," she murmured, kissing his cheek and nudging his head back until she could look into his eyes.
"I love it... when you... make me," he whispered, smiling as his rapid breaths washed over her neck, nose pressing up under her chin, tilting her head back so he could press his muzzle to her fur.
"Better now?"
"Oh yes. Thank you."
They stayed still for several minutes, motionless, Ellie stroking his back gently as he came down, leaning over her as she perched there on the edge of the chest of drawers, slowly softening inside her.
"You, Sis," he declared as his breathing returned to it's normal rate. "Deserve something very special."
"I do?"
"You do," he affirmed, nodding and kissing her nose. "C'm'ere!"
Ellie giggled as he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off her feet and carrying her across the room to her bed, sitting her down on the very edge.
"I really love you," he told her gently as he located a towel, bringing it up between her legs. "Relax, Sis, it's ok," he murmured softly, his hand cupping her through the soft material as his nose nuzzled her cheek, and she nodded, biting her lip and blushing as she let go the tension, feeling the warm results of their shared pleasure slip from her.
Ollie kept his cheek pressed to hers, knowing that such moments embarrassed her, despite the simple truth that what went in had to come out some time. "It's all right, Sis," he told her gently, feeling the dampness creeping into the cloth. "All right. We done?"
"Mmm," she nodded, still pink as he folded the towel, dabbing gently at her with the dry end, cleaning her tenderly.
"Now then," Ollie grinned, setting the towel aside and kneeling between her spread knees, hands on her waist as he looked up at her. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" he asked suddenly, and watched her flush deepen. "I must be the luckiest guy alive to have you for a sister. I can't believe you said yes."
Ellie reached down to touch his cheek. "Bro, you are the most handsome, kind, and loving boy I've ever met, how could I say no to you?"
"Most sisters would have..." he said quietly.
A lopsided smile across her muzzle, she leaned forward a little to whisper confidentially, "I'm not most sisters. Gimme a hug." Ollie did so, head resting against her collar bone, arms tight about her. "I'm always gonna love you, Bro," she told him gently. "Always. I - eep?" she giggled as once again she was lifted from her seat, this time to be gently laid back on the bed, Ollie snuggling up beside her, his nose touching hers across the pillow.
"Something on your mind?" she asked, smiling, as his hand rested on her stomach, petting her fur gently.
"Remember when we were first together like this?" he asked, and she nodded.
"You'd just about got my nightie off before you went all shy and couldn't look at me."
"Yeah, you were making me pretty nervous. Stupid, I know, I'd seen you naked loads of times before."
"Mmmhmm," Ellie grinned. "It was all you could manage just to put your hand on my tummy. Took you ages to work... up..." she sighed softly as his fingers glided gently up her chest.
"I'd never felt anything so wonderful," he confessed softly, gently caressing her left breast, tracing circles around that soft mound. "You were so soft and warm under my hands, I could have been happy just holding you tightly all night."
"Would have been a bit of a waste though."
"Probably - but still, it would have made me happy." Gently, Ollie let his thumb brush over her pink nipple, perky and responsive under his touch, a tremor in her breathing.
"What made you keep going?"
"I wanted to make you feel good," he whispered softly. "I wanted to see what your face looks like when you can't control the pleasure any longer."
"And what do I look like?"
"An angel," he murmured, lips brushing hers, drawing her into a kiss as he pressed up against her flank. She moaned softly as the tip of his tongue brushed hers, back arching against the mattress as his hand danced over her breasts, stroking and petting. "You always look so peaceful, you make me feel like everything in the world is all right. Is this ok?" he asked softly, his hand sliding down her tummy, and she recognised the words from that first time.
"Everything's all right for you, Bro," she whispered, replying in kind. "You can touch me anywhere you like."
"Yeah? How about... here?" Ollie grinned, his hand darting to her flank, fingertips dancing right over where he knew she was ticklish.
Laughing, squirming, but not really trying to get away, Ellie grabbed for his hand, returning it to her middle.
"Anywhere means anywhere," she told him, sticking her tongue out and licking his nose.
"You mean... anywhere?" he asked, dipping his head and biting his lip.
"Anywhere," she whispered, smiling. Slowly, timidly, she felt his hand glide lower, fingers splayed and dancing over her fur, ruffling and smoothing, until his hand gently settled between her legs. He didn't apply pressure, making no attempt to invade or investigate her body, just holding her like that, her soft folds pressed against his warm palm, showing her that there was no rush, that they could take as much time as desired.
Purring as she felt him nuzzling her cheek, possibly trying to distract her from the gentle investigations his fingers were making between her legs, she stroked his shoulder as his mid digit slowly traced up and down the crease of her body.
"Bro... mmm..." Ellie shifted as he used his first and third fingers to spread her softly furred outer lips, her pink bud standing up to attention as he lightly tapped his middle finger against it. Tip-tap, tip-tap, oh gods...
"Isn't this the part where you tense up?" Ollie whispered softly into her ear, feeling her hips press up to meet his hand.
"D-don't make me!" Ellie's voice was a soft whimper, her eyes screwed tight shut as the blanket beneath her bunched up in her hands. "Not so soon..."
"All right," he murmured, nodding, letting his attentions slip further back along her entrance, nudging gently inside while carefully staying clear of that soft little nubbin that would set her off too quickly.
Feeling her hand caressing his thigh, he returned her purr, pressing his muzzle against the side of her neck as her fingers covered his sheath, stroking, petting, exciting until he was hard in her palm. He mimicked her movements against him, dipping his fingers into her each time she slipped her hand to the base of his shaft, pulling from her as she held merely the tip.
"You're a bit more excitable than then," she told him gently, turning her head to kiss him between his eyes, and he smiled.
"You still make me a little nervous though," he admitted. "I... I always wonder if one day you're going to turn away... for someone else..." The words were spoken without thought, but genuine, and heartfelt.
"Bro..." Ellie whispered, feeling a tear creep into her eye as he hugged her so intimately. "I will never turn away from you. Never," she murmured, dipping her nose until he lifted his head to kiss her, slipping her tongue into his mouth with no room for negotiation, squeezing her hand around his shaft and feeling him tremble. "Do you want me?" she asked softly, and he nodded, his gaze meeting hers. "Good. I want you too."
Smiling, nodding again, he allowed his fingers to slip from her warm confines, gently nudging until she lifted her legs, moving around to kneel under her, her knees over his shoulders, body open to him. Nuzzling at her soft fur, the feline guided himself into his sister on sight alone, his hands wrapped around her thighs, pulling her back into his lap. It never failed to fascinate, how her body parted around him, pink inner petals bowing inwards with the pressure, furry outer lips parting and looking almost pudgy as they made way for this welcome intruder.
Ellie's arms were over her head, grabbing and pulling at the the pillow under her as her body embraced him, her tense expression giving away her struggle not to surrender to her pleasure just yet.
"Easy, Sis," he murmured, stroking over her luxuriously soft fur all the way from her hips to her knees, bowing his head to kiss the inside of her thighs as his fingertips danced over the random, pale spots in her pelt. He held her like that for perhaps a minute, not moving, just enjoying the contact, petting her, soothing her with touch and words as she slowly relaxed, her body edging down from the pinnacle of impending climax.
She mewled softly, biting her lip as his hips bumped up against her bottom, her tail flicking between his ankles. Oh but he knew how to play her when he tried, knew how to take his time with slow, teasing motions, knew how to make her hold her breath as he picked up the pace for a heartbeat, knew how to let his fingers dance across her stomach, tickling and distracting her. He knew how to caress her breasts for just a moment, leaving her teetering on the brink of climax without pushing her over, and how to lean back, just slightly, as they moved together, so as to never brush against her pink little bud directly, never allowing her to stray behind his control. Everything they did was at his choice and time, and she loved it, loved the feeling of being in his power, at his mercy, her climax held teasingly out of reach by her wonderful, loving friend and brother.
By the time he leaned forwards to kiss her nose, pressing her thighs up against her chest, she was panting, eyes watering with the tension he had built within her.
"Is it ok?" he murmured, and she nodded, nose pressed to his as she wrapped her arms around him. Silly boy, of course it was ok. She always took her herbal drink when it was due, and would never have let him finish inside already had she for any reason have failed to do so, or had any doubt in its effectiveness at interrupting her bodily cycle.
But he always asked, always gave warning, always left her time to refuse. It was a mark of his love for her, his respect for her, that he would never take this permission for granted.
Soft fur danced across the top of her entrance as he moved above her, and she felt her control slip away, sudden certainty of the inevitability of what was about to happen possessing her.
"Oh gods, Bro!"
"Open your eyes."
His gaze caught hers as her climax blossomed inside her. Every inch, every movement of his body within hers seemed suddenly thrust to the forefront of her senses as her hips hunched up under his. His handsome face smiled at her, blue eyes sparkling with unconditional love for her as his eyebrows drew together for a moment before his expression blanked out as his pleasure crested, surging hotly into her body. Panting, Ollie pressed his mouth down over hers, feeling her embrace tighten around him as their shared climax burned through their veins.
"Oh gods, Bro..."
Her lips were by his ear, his muzzle jammed into the crook of her neck with no obvious way of having got there. One of her legs had slipped from over his shoulder, and her thigh pressed warmly against his flank, trembling a little in the afterglow of her pleasure.
"I love you," he told her, and she snuggled her cheek against his temple.
"I love you too," she affirmed, one hand drifting down to the base of his tail and tugging lightly at it.
"I don't want to get up," he mumbled into her fur, and she giggled.
"I know, but I can't sleep like this."
"Aww, Why?"
"Cos I'm right on the wet spot..."
"Well if you will be so messy."
"If you will be so damn cute to make me so messy!"
Ollie laughed, nuzzling her in tickly places until she was shaking with giggles, her hands tapping at his back and sides. "All right, my bed?"
"Yes."
He paused. "Now?"
"Yes."
"One more minute?"
"Now!" she laughed, swatting at his ears until he lifted his head.
It didn't take long to switch beds, drying off where they needed to, getting caught in a hug in the middle of the room and having to break apart all over again to settle under the warm covers, blowing out the candle nearby.
"I love you," Ollie told her again, snuggling up against her back, his arm around her middle.
"Love you too."
"Sis?"
"Mmm?"
"We could probably do with another bath..."
Ellie smiled.