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I Love You Twice: Dancing in the Dark By Green

David Parrish sat, staring out the van window, one elbow braced against the side panel to prop up his head, which rested on his palm. The teenaged morphic feline looked rather dejected, and only a little of that was because of how much this situation reminded him of countless childhood errands and road trips run with his parents, sitting bored in the back seat. He noted that watching the alternating fields and suburban streets go by in the distance was no more entertaining now than it had been when he was a child. Flicking his Inherited eyes, which were solid light green with black pupils that narrowed to vertical slits in the light, to his right, he snickered quietly as he noticed that his companion in the middle row, his younger sister Kelly, was sitting in a perfect mirror of his pose, looking out the window. Well, not quite perfect. As he watched, Kelly leaned to the side, then reached back and rubbed her butt through her skirt, squirming in her seat as she settled back down. Dave had to look away, lest he laugh. There was a very good reason for Kelly's discomfort, after all. It had only been a few hours since the end of the school day, when instead of leaving with their friends as usual, Dave and Kelly had snuck into an unused changeroom at the school, stripped naked, and made love in the shower. Only the location was especially unusual about this; the Parrish siblings had secretly been in a romantic relationship for the better part of a year now, and quite enjoyed expressing their love physically, incestuous though it may be. On this particular occasion, secluded from the rest of the school in a locked changeroom, because neither Dave nor Kelly made a habit of bringing condoms with them to school, Dave had talked his sister into letting him take her under the tail. They didn't indulge in that kind of play very often, but Kelly had been planning on walking off the minor soreness that resulted during the walk home, only for both of them to be surprised by their parents waiting outside, all too eager to bring them on a spontaneous trip to one of the universities Dave was thinking of applying to for his post-high school education, taking Dave and Kelly from the expected afternoon of relaxing and sharing their bodies with each other, and placing them in the all-too-familiar setting of not even being able to acknowledge their feelings, much less express them.

Dave sighed and pulled his mind away from the afternoon's events; for one thing, it was depressing, and for another, if he dwelled too long on the lovemaking in the shower, he was likely to get hot and bothered, and he didn't want to make the situation any less enjoyable by getting a boner. He'd already had to endure a tour of Keene University that, in the right frame of mind, might actually have been interesting. Some of the random facts given to the group by their tour guide, an overly cheery cheetah girl whose name Dave had already forgotten, had actually been pretty impressive, and in a way it was kinda cool to get a better view of the campus than the carefully-groomed glimpses they'd offered on the website. He had kinda wished they'd do a bit more focus on the parts unrelated to classes, like maybe peeking into an empty dorm room or finishing the tour in the cafeteria so he could see if the menu had anything worthwhile on it. But at the same time... today had not been the right mood for the tour, and most of what the guide had said had gone in one ear and out the other as Dave let his own personal worries run free. It didn't help that the love of his life was clearly feeling worse. Kelly was two years younger than he was, so she wasn't heading off to college just yet, making her presence on this particular family outing completely unnecessary. And it showed; the Maine coon had seemed down from the word go, blatantly ignoring the tour guide and moping along after the rest of the group, bored out of her skull. She hadn't said a word since they arrived, and since their parents were focused on Dave, they didn't seem to notice. He hadn't been able to think of a way to help while he had to keep all interactions strictly brotherly, so he'd just stood by and watched, dismayed, promising himself he would try and cheer her up once they got home.

After she finished rubbing her butt, Kelly let her hand just dangle down next to her in the empty space between the two seats in the middle row. Glancing up front, Dave made sure their parents weren't paying attention. Sure enough, Alan and Sara Parrish were talking softly about something or other, and what focus didn't go into the conversation was going into the road ahead of them. Smiling softly, Dave reached down and took hold of his sister's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. The Maine coon turned away from the window to look at him, and Dave gave her a reassuring grin, trying to say It's alright, we're heading home, and I'm here with you with his facial expression. His smile faded, though, when Kelly barely reacted; if anything, she looked slightly more down before she pulled her hand away, folding both of hers together in her lap and turning back to the window. Surprised, Dave just sat there, hand still in the same spot she'd left it in, not sure what to do. As his ears lowered towards his skull self-consciously, he looked out the window again and sighed, deeper than before. Now he felt even worse. He'd assumed she was just upset about having to go on a boring, fairly superfluous trip to a school she had no interest in instead of spending the afternoon with cuddles and naughty play. But she hadn't even so much as smiled at his attempt to help, hadn't even acknowledged it. It couldn't just be that their parents had inadvertently 'cock-blocked' them, that's what Dave had hoped to cheer her up about in the first place, wanting to see a smile and remind her that they still had the evening for cuddles. In the end, frustratingly, he was only able to conclude that something about this trip wasn't just a hassle to Kelly, it was genuinely disheartening. Sometimes, Dave could look at his lover and just know what was on her mind, allowing him to try and cheer her up without her having to explain. Unfortunately, there were also times when he couldn't read her at all, and he was left in the dark to just wonder what was wrong. It wasn't a fun sensation.

Dave kept looking over at his sister, but Kelly seemed determined to just stare out the window; whatever was bothering her, she didn't feel like sharing it with him. So the rest of the drive was completely uneventful unless one were to count driving past the scene of a car accident as 'an event'. Their parents certainly seemed to enjoy speculating all the rest of the way home, anyway. At long last, the Parrish van made its way back home, and as the feline family exited the vehicle, Kelly made a beeline for the front door while their parents stretched, oblivious to the emotional turmoil brewing between their offspring. Closing his door, Dave quickly followed her, catching her at the door trying to get her keys out of her purse. As he climbed to the front step, he tried to think of a way to word his question that their parents couldn't read too much into. "Kelly? I -" As it turned out, he really needn't have bothered, as his sister shut him down almost immediately. "Wait, Davey..." she said, softly, "I - I just don't wanna talk right now, okay?" He frowned. "But..." He wanted to say 'but you're upset', because that was reason enough for him to want to help, but there was a pleading look in her eyes, and she was still calling him 'Davey', so at least he knew that he wasn't the problem... "Alright, fine," he sighed, "but if you need me, I'm right down the hall." Kelly nodded gratefully, giving him a very thin smile. Looking hesitant, she leaned in for a moment, as if she was going to kiss him chastely on the cheek, only to pull back as their parents' voices got louder, done with their impromptu examination of the state of the driveway. Retrieving her keys, Kelly quickly unlocked the door and fled inside as Alan and Sara came into view, strolling leisurely towards the house. Swallowing the sigh that might raise questions, Dave shook his head and trudged inside, wondering how exactly he was going to accomplish anything at all this evening with his mind stuck on Kelly.

Dave thought he knew what could take his mind off this mess. And so, not twenty minutes later, he crept up towards his objective. Eyes darting back and forth, Dave scanned the courtyard. It looked clear, save for the two vaguely reptilian guards chatting by the door that protected his target. Checking his ammo count, he vaulted over the crate he'd been hiding behind - and got his head shot clean off by a high-powered beam rifle before he could even shout, 'die, alien scum!' As his headless body ragdolled to the floor somewhat unconvincingly, Dave swore under his breath, resisting the urge to throw his controller through the wall as the loading screen came up, blushing as his best friend's voice came to his ear, disappointment clear. "Awww, come on, Dave, really?" asked Danny McDuff, sounding slightly tinny on the headset's earpiece, "You didn't think to check a wide-open courtyard for snipers? You know this game throws them all over the place!" Sighing, Dave scowled, even though he knew the rabbit couldn't see him. "Hey, you didn't hear me busting your chops when your grenade chain-reactioned our asses into paste, did you?" he asked, pointedly, "I messed up, that's all. That's what checkpoints are for." As if emphasizing the point, the loading screen vanished, replaced with his and Danny's heroic infiltrators in perfect health. As they set off to try again, there was a bit of awkward silence, and then Danny spoke up again, this time sounding a bit softer. "Look, Dave, I don't care that we had to load, it's not like we're playing on hardcore and it's one-and-done, it's just..." he trailed off. Teenaged boys were not well-known for their ability to express their feelings. Finally, the rabbit resorted to bluntness. "You've been off your game tonight, man," he said, "We've only been playing for like fifteen minutes and you've already gotten us killed three times. And you seem really distracted, eh? The thing with the shotgun dude behind the door I can understand, that was cheap as hell, but getting caught in the open by a sniper? Stepping on a mine? Something's definitely bothering you, dude, I'm not even there and I can tell." Dave ducked behind a crate, not because he needed cover or a moment to reload, but so he could put the controller down for a second and rub his eyes with the heels of his hands. Ever since he and Kelly had begun their secret relationship, Dave had struggled with the urge to tell his best friend that he had found love. But of course, that clashed with the 'secret' part. It was times like now, when he was having relationship problems, that he felt it most keenly of all; he couldn't tell Danny what was really bothering him... he couldn't tell anyone.

After seriously considering the idea of confiding in the lop-earred rabbit for approximately a nanosecond, Dave then pondered the alternative of telling his best friend to just shut the fuck up and mind his own damned business. Instead of either, he just clenched his teeth and tried to compose himself. He was in something of a touchy mood. All this anxiety about Kelly started out as simple worry, the kind that flattened his ears against his skull, kept his tail firmly pressed against his leg, and had him glancing in the direction of the stairs every few minutes, hoping that the random sounds he'd just heard were his sister's footsteps as she came down the stairs to talk. But when Kelly failed to make an appearance, eventually, that stress built up into severe irritability, to the point where he had to restrain himself from throwing the controller through the TV, or bite his friend's head off for trying to, well, be a friend. Sighing again as his soldier climbed a ladder and got revenge, sticking a knife between the hapless sniper's ribs, Dave tried to let go of the frustration and remember that Dan hadn't done anything wrong. "I'm sorry, dude. You're right. It's... it's just that something going on around here's got me really sidetracked today. I, uh, don't really want to get into it," he said, more evenly, "Nothing you need to worry about, Rarebit." Calling a morphic lapine by the name of a dish primarily consisting of non-morphic rabbit meat could be considered tremendously offensive, which was why Dave only used the nickname when he was alone with Danny... or when they were only in the company of Dan's hippie sister Cloverleaf, who disapproved of friendships between predator and prey species; Dave quite enjoyed joking in front of her that he was planning to eat Danny, though Dan didn't find the on-going resentment between his sister and his best friend quite as funny. He still found the nickname amusing, though, and frequently followed it up with jabs at Dave's feline heritage. "Ohh, I get it," Danny said, deadpanned, "trouble with hairballs again, eh? You know, they have medicine for that now. I'll just smear some on your hands the next time you're not paying attention, trick you into eating it when you clean yourself." Dave laughed at that, even as he lined up a headshot using the rifle he'd 'borrowed' from the dead alien. "I keep telling you, dude," he said, feeling a bit better, "If I could reach my entire body with my tongue, I'd never leave the house!" The two teens laughed at that, and then Dave added, "Besides, it's not like I haven't heard about the things some of your kind do with their ears." Dave laughed even harder as his friend protested his innocence; 'lop-earred' rabbits, whose long ears hung down loosely, were known to be able to do some rather kinky things with them, though Danny insisted he'd never even tried such things. As they reached a checkpoint and the game saved their progress, Dave snuck up behind Danny's character and stuck a live grenade in his pocket, already holding back laughter. Maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad after all.

Later on, after they'd called it a night, Dave had his feet up, relaxing somewhat, lingering on the main menu as he chatted with his pal. "Okay, fine," he was saying, "Maybe you've never tried it, but I bet I'd find some interesting material in your browser history..." Dan laughed once, sharply. "Ohhh, you piece of shit," he said, much more warmly than his actual words might suggest, "just you wait until the next time I get my hands on your computer. Hey, we still on for co-op tomorrow? Online is fun, but it's way better when you're both right there in the same room." Dave was about to make a similarly light-hearted response, but his free ear perked up as he finally heard someone descending the stairs. "Uhh, yeah, dude," he said, somewhat hurriedly, "Listen, looks like something's come up, gotta go, but I'll catch you tonight on the IM dealie, okay?" Dave swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, as Kelly hurried past the entryway to the living room where he lounged on the couch. "Sure-sure," came his friend's voice, as casual as ever, "Talk to you then, dude." As Danny disconnected, Dave brought up a menu and instructed the console to shut itself down, then took off his headset and stumbled to his feet, one of his legs slightly asleep from the position he'd been lying in. From the front door came Kelly's voice, elevated for the benefit of people further away than her brother. "I'm going out!" she said, "Nowhere in particular, just need to take a walk!" From somewhere on the other side of the house, their father raised his voice. "Okay!" he replied, sounding calm, "Be careful and have a good time!" Dave made it to the hallway just in time to see the door close quickly behind his sister, and his feline hearing picked up the sound of her rapid footsteps even as it picked up his father asking his mother if she remembered the last time Kelly 'just went on a walk'. Ears swivelling back, eyes narrowing, Dave frowned. Now she was just openly trying to avoid him, and that just wouldn't do. He rushed to grab his sandals, as they would take less time to put on than his shoes, and tugged his socks off to avoid dressing like somebody's dad before he strapped them on. Then, opening the door and stepping out without bothering to announce it - if anything, he thought it might seem suspicious to his parents to have both of their kids leave so closely. Pausing a moment on the front step, he opened his eyes as wide as he could; his Inherited pupils swelled up in the evening gloom, and adjusted to the darkness almost instantly. "There you are," he muttered to himself, as he caught sight of Kelly heading up the street. For a moment, he hesitated, wondering if he should really just give her some space. Then he shrugged and decided to go anyway, figuring if nothing else he might satisfy his feline curiosity. Heading off after her, he hoped he wasn't making a big mistake.

As he hurried to catch up, he finally worked up the nerve to call out, figuring it was slightly wiser than just surprising her within arm's reach. "Kelly, wait!" It wasn't creative, but at least it was practical. The Maine coon turned around, ears flicking back, her expression unreadable but not especially positive. Crossing her arms, tail swiping back and forth in irritation, Kelly regarded her brother somewhat coolly as he walked up. "Davey, I told you I wanted to be alone," she said, not sounding angry (yet). Dave lowered his ears in supplication and gave her the Cute Kitten Eyes, which she seemed impervious to at the moment. "Well, can you blame me?" he asked, letting some of his worry leak into his voice, "You're obviously upset about something and you won't let me in, you won't even tell me, your -" Here Dave cut himself off, glancing to either side and remembering that they were standing out in the open on a residential street. "...Your favourite brother and, uh, sharer of your great big secret," he finished, wishing it didn't sound so lame in his ears, "That's the sort of thing that gets a guy worried, you know." Stepping in closer, he lowered his voice and chose his words more carefully. "Seriously, Kels, you were all happy and purry when we left the school, and then everything went to shit when we went on that stupid tour," he said, "Now I'm guessing it's not just, uhh... the change in our plans, because you went straight to your room when we got home and, ah..." he coughed and practically whispered the last part; "...If it had been that, you would have dragged me with you." Kelly eyed him for a moment, her expression neutral, and then she snickered, the tiniest of smiles appearing. "Yeah, I guess I would have, huh?" she said quietly. Dave smiled back supportively, but said nothing, hoping for an explanation. That smile flickered out of existence as Kelly suddenly looked away, her own ears lowering as she began to rub her upper arm with her opposite hand, as if she were cold. Sighing, she shook her head. "Alright, Davey, it's... it's just that I'm still not entirely, uh, okay with the whole college thing yet," she said, quietly, before bristling slightly, "and today, going on that goddamn tour was like someone was constantly poking me for an hour and saying 'he's going off to college, he's going off to college!'" Kelly wasn't one for profanity, and although 'goddamn' wasn't much of a swear these days, it still gave her brother a hint as to how perturbed she was over this. Glancing around, trying not to imagine shadowy figures hiding in every window, spying on them, Dave stepped up beside his lover and chastely put his hand on her back. "Walk with me," he said, softly, "let's talk about this."

As they strolled down the street, turning on a whim onto a path that would take them into the nearby public park, Kelly kept her eyes down on the ground, not even trying to hide how bummed out she was. "We've been over this, little sister," he said, quietly, knowing how much she enjoyed being called that these days, at least by him, "it'll be okay, we'll be okay. I'm not saying it's gonna be easy, but we'll get through it. Going to college will bring us one step closer to Australia, ba - uh, sis." As he put his arm supportively around the other feline's shoulders, he actively forced himself not to pull her against him, his other hand clenching into a fist with the strain of resisting his instincts. The truth was, the girl he loved was upset, and he longed to hold her close in his arms, longed to kiss her gently and stroke her hair and tell her that everything was going to be okay. But there were houses bordering the park, and even though they faced away, they all had rear windows. He shut down the thought that maybe it would be okay if he did it in between two of the squat, path-side lampposts, when they were hidden in the gloom. He knew perfectly well that he'd be able to see a couple in that lighting, and so would any other morphics with Inherited eyes in the area. Hell, maybe there was a bat or snake in the area already wondering why the siblings' hearts were beating faster in each others' presence. He brought his attention back to Kelly as she shrugged and sighed again. "I know, I know, it's just..." As she tensed up, clearly struggling to find the words, Dave glanced to the side of the path and spotted the playground they'd spent many hours frolicking in as children. "Hey, Kels," he said, "Let's go have a seat on the swings, it's nice and dark on the playground." She turned to him, knowing that he'd be able to see the quizzical expression on her face. "The swings?" she asked. He shrugged and smiled softly. "Why not? Good a place to sit as any." The little grin returned as Kelly nodded, and the Parrish siblings veered off the path.

As they walked across the playground, enjoying the distantly familiar sensation of sand pressing down under their shoes, both cats really took in the apparatuses set up there for the first time in years. There was a long 'thing', for lack of a more specific term, in the vague shape of a feral elephant, with its trunk in the form of a short spiral slide, its back being a rope bridge, and each of its legs being a different form of activity. The biggest departure from the theme was the set of monkey bars jutting abruptly out of the elephant's right side, not even attempting to look like a body part. Next to it was a climbing frame/jungle gym, with plastic panels of various heights enclosing the base, save for small holes to allow children to crawl underneath for the perfect hiding spot. Running between these panels was sturdy rope in the layout of a spider's web, and sticking out of the side were a number of metal bars in random heights and shapes, perfect for climbing on when one was in the mood for something less structured than the web. Finally, off to the side were a pair of see-saws and the swing-set. "The place has changed, eh?" Dave asked, quietly. Kelly made an affirmative noise and nodded. The elephant was mostly the same; it had definitely seen better days, but it still seemed sturdy and capable of entertaining young minds. The climbing frame seemed to be made of new parts, and the metal bars were now coated with rubber, no doubt to lessen potential injury to children, but it was in the same general shape Dave remembered. The swings were entirely new, though, having been replaced wholesale a number of years ago. Dave had been young enough to be disappointed that the beloved tire swing had not made the transition; there were stories whose accuracy he'd never determined about a kid across town who'd broken a leg on a similar set-up by spinning real hard into the wooden frame. Whether or not this particular playground legend was any truer than the ghost who haunted the middle mirror in the first floor men's room at Dave's elementary school, when the swing-set had been taken down by the town, the new one that had replaced it had come with more 'regular' swings to replace the tire. Kelly stepped forward and swung her butt into the swing, which, fortunately, had been designed with both children and their parents in mind, so that it wasn't uncomfortably tight. Dave settled into the one next to her, and only resisted the ancient urge to start kicking his legs because Kelly was sitting perfectly still, loosely holding the chains and looking down as she traced a random pattern in the sand with the tip of her shoe. "Well," she said, barely above a whisper, "here goes nothing..."

The Maine coon took a moment to start, and she continued avoiding eye contact. Dave briefly wondered if she was drawing anything in particular, but it seemed more likely that she was staring 'past' the sand, focusing on her words. Finally, she took a deep breath and began to explain. "I know we talked about this already, Davey..." she said, "but that was me being paranoid that you'd, like, find somebody else while you were off at college." She glanced up for just a moment, looking directly into her brother's eyes. "I'm not worried about that anymore, by the way. I trust you, big brother." The black cat smiled at her, but she had already returned her gaze to her sneakers. "It's just... I know we're gonna get through it, and I know it'll all work out in the end, but... we really just started..." after a moment of silence, Kelly put on a sudden display of anger, stomping down on the design she'd just drawn hard enough to make sand puff up in the air. Dave suspected that she was frustrated by not being able to directly refer to their relationship in her explanation. Now that he thought about it, he had a moment of paranoia and looked around, wondering if someone could work out the truth from what she'd already said. Sighing in frustration, Kelly continued. "...We only started this like a year ago," she said, "and it sort of changed everything, you know? Suddenly my whole life is different, and you're the only person I can talk to about it, and..." This time, she was silent long enough that Dave was about to speak up before she finally finished the thought, her voice even more subdued. "I just got used to this, Davey," she said, "and soon you'll be going away and everything will be different again."

After a few moments of silence, Dave realized that now he was staring down at his feet. Deciding that at least one of them should avoid introspection for a while, he tried to find reassuring words, and promptly failed. "Kelly, I..." As he trailed off, his sister spoke up again, now having lifted her feet and locked one ankle behind the other, her legs swaying back and forth slowly, enough to make her rock gently on the swing, but not enough to get any real momentum. "You've always been right down the hallway if I needed to talk," she said, "and you're real good about making time for me even when you're doing other stuff." She glanced over again, and one corner of her mouth turned up for a moment. "I can tell that it really bugs you sometimes when I need to talk while you're in the middle of a game," she said, "but I think it's really sweet that you try and hide it and hear me out anyway." Dave grinned back and shrugged his shoulders. "Doesn't bug me as much as when you make me watch those stupid, stupid celebrity gossip shows with you," he said, "but then I don't exactly hide it then." Kelly actually snickered at that. "You know you love it," she said, winking, before the moment caught up with them. Dave felt a tightness in his chest then; he could see the amusement and happiness draining out of her features, to be replaced by that cold, dull sadness that had stuck with her all night. "I mean, things aren't perfect," she murmured, "we get on each others' nerves and do stupid things sometimes but..." She made an irritated noise very characteristic of a frustrated teenage girl as she glanced up to the stars, as if saying give me strength. "But," she said, rather pointedly, clearly annoyed to be dancing around the direct subject, "Even though I'm not worried about what you'll get up to at college, you'll still be gone, and it'll be just me at home with the 'rents, having to keep this huge secret all by myself. For a while, I thought it would be easier, since we wouldn't be, you know, doing anything that needed to be kept secret. But if you're gone, it'll be like it never happened at all, eh? If it only exists in my mind, I'll never be able to stop thinking about it." Kelly inhaled sharply as she felt hands close on her shoulders; using the traditional feline quiet, Dave had gotten out of the swings without so much as rattling the chains, and walked around behind her. Leaning down, he began to rub and massage her shoulder blades, and whispered in her ear, which flicked self-consciously at the touch of his breath. "Well, Kels, the good news is that it doesn't only exist in your mind," he whispered, "and the bad news is that you're not supposed to be able to stop thinking about it." Kelly began to purr softly from the back massage, pushing back into his hands, but ducked aside with a yelp as Dave leaned down to lay a kiss on her cheek.

Even in the shadows, Dave could see that his lover was blushing fiercely, looking up at him as if he'd just grown a second head. "Davey!" she whispered sharply, "are you nuts?! Here I am, trying not to say anything, and you come in and -" "Sorry, sorry!" he interrupted, beginning to blush with her, "I - I just saw that you were upset, and I, uh, I wanted to help you feel better, s-so I... I just wasn't thinking, okay?" He stepped away and found himself studying the see-saws in the distance, as a moment of profoundly awkward silence followed. He turned as he felt the soft touch of Kelly's hand on his shoulder. "Well..." she murmured, "for what it's worth, I think that would have helped, if we hadn't been out here in the open. I just wish we could know for sure that nobody was Rear Window-ing us." Dave snickered. "Is it weird that my first thought is that I'm surprised you've even heard of that movie?" he asked. She smiled, just a little, and he restrained himself from raising a hand to her cheek, having learned his lesson. He let out a sigh of his own and forced a grin. "Kels, I'm gonna be honest with you," he said, "I... I don't know how to help. I know I've got kind of a track record of finding the right thing to say, but... the truth is, I'm actually kinda freaked out too. I still don't even know what I want to take, and whenever I'm considering a class or a school, I keep wondering if I'm judging it on whether I really want it to be my future... or whether I'm judging it on whether or not I would have to move to a dorm and be apart from you." He tensed up again, then growled softly, muttering 'oh, fuck it', before reaching down and taking his sister's hands in his own, holding them tightly and giving them a squeeze, a meaningful gesture between them. "I may not have the answers," he said, "I may be scared and freaked out just like you, but I can do this: I promise you that somehow, whatever we need to do, we will find a way. Maybe we'll find an easy way to cope with it, maybe the next few years will be totally horrible, but we_will_ get through it. Because what we've found is totally worth it."

Kelly just looked at him in silence for a moment, and then suddenly pulled her hands out of his and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest as she hugged him tight. When she looked up again, her eyes glistened slightly. "Ya know," she said, softly, "for not knowing what to say, you did a pretty good job, Davey." He laughed and hugged her back, leaning down and taking a moment to just enjoy his sister's natural scent. "I love you twice, Kelly," he whispered. The phrase had grown to define their relationship. Once as siblings, once as soulmates. "I love you too, Davey," she replied, "both ways. When you say stuff like that, you have this way of making me believe it. And I lo - er, that's something I admire about you." Smiling, Dave instinctively began to move over towards her lips, only to stiffen and look away, blushing. "For what it's worth," Kelly whispered, in a voice that even Inherited hearing would have trouble picking up, "you're not the only one who wishes we could go there." He smiled at that, and as they broke off their embrace, Dave put his hands on his hips and took in the playground again. "I remember the last time we were in this park," he said, "We were playing around, laughing, having fun. Found a little spot tucked away, and got all cozy with each other." Kelly gave him a confused look, her tail flicking to the side curiously. "Davey, that never happened," she said, plainly. Turning to her, the black cat flashed his lover his most charming grin. "Oh, no," he said, waving his hands dismissively, "that's what I'm going to say when I walk through here tomorrow."

Kelly giggled as he winked at her lasciviously, already looking much happier. "Jeez, Davey, you really want to - uh, get cozy here?" she asked, "we've been having trouble with that since we got here, and, uhh..." she lowered her voice to a whisper again and leaned in conspiratorially. "The playground isn't exactly the most romantic place in the world, Davey." He shrugged, conceding the point, but nodded in the direction of some of the apparatuses nearby. "You're not wrong," he said, "but hey, lots of shadow inside the elephant and under the climbing dealie." Kelly put her hands on her hips and regarded him suspiciously. "Seriously?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, "Really, Davey, I can't tell if you're actually trying to talk me into, uhh, joining you in the elephant - never thought I would say those words in that order... or if you're just messing with me." He grinned wide enough to show off his fangs and let his eyes boldly roam up and down her skinny frame. "Ohhh, messing with you is the plan, alright," he said, "but I was thinking maybe under the climbing frame." His sister gave him a Look, and stepped back, perhaps subconsciously. "Daveeeeey!" she hissed at him, "We can't just fool -" she paused, then rolled her eyes and said it anyway, lowering her voice slightly. "We can't just fool around right here in the sand! I mean, that's crazy! It's all exposed like this, and we'd both get filthy, for starters, and have you forgotten that there are two perfectly good bedrooms back home?" Glancing over to the climbing frame, Dave crossed his arms. "Well, it's got those panels all around the outside," he said, "and I'm pretty sure this new one has a plastic tarp underneath it." Kelly put her hands on her hips, actually starting to look a bit cross with him. Sighing and lowering his ears in supplication, the black cat shrugged helplessly. "Okay, okay, fine, you're right, it would be cleaner and safer and secret-er at home," he admitted, "it's just that... we've done it in your room and my room a zillion times, and I, uh, I kinda wanted some more variety. That's what was up with the locker room thing in the first place. And..." Taking a deep breath and kicking at the sand, he ran a hand across the top of his head, momentarily flattening one of his ears, which popped back up inside-out. He paid it little heed, other than to twitch the muscles at the base of the ear to try and pop it the right way. "I mean, when we were little kids, I remember we used to spend, like half our weekends and most of our summers out here," he said, gazing across the playground, but staring at nothing in particular, really looking into his memories, "Okay, we haven't exactly come here much lately, but this place is still special to me, Kelly. So I figured, as long as we're out here, maybe we could make it even more memorable, eh?"

For a long moment, Kelly said nothing, just looked in the direction he'd been looking, clearly revisiting her own nostalgia. Then she glanced over at her brother. "Well, it's not like I picked up any condoms since I got home..." suddenly her eyes widened, her already-fluffy tail poofed up, and her ears swivelled around as if she were confronting a threat. "Hey! Wait a minute! No you don't!" she protested, instinctively moving her hands behind her to cover her shapely rear for a moment, before blushing and jabbing a finger into Dave's chest. "My butt still kinda hurts from the last time," she muttered, "and what were you planning on using for lube this time, sand?" Dave raised his hands, trying to look apologetic, as his ear randomly popped back to normal. "No no no no no! Sorry, Kels," he said, "I - I was planning on, like, going to the 24-hour place down the road first and getting some condoms. I swear!" With that, Kelly stepped back, her expression unreadable. "...Oh," was all she finally said, before turning to regard the climbing frame, one arm rubbing the other. After a while, she spoke up again without looking back. "...You know, Davey, it's not like normal couples do it in a whole bunch of places," she said, "Most people keep it to the bedrooms, and maybe the shower or the couch if they have their own place." He shrugged and nodded, sticking his hands in the pockets of his shorts, admitting defeat. And then Kelly looked back towards him and grinned in a decidedly feline way. "So," she whispered, "do you think we'll even fit under there?" Dave started, rather taken aback, which earned him a giggle. Quickly composing himself, he flashed her a smile. "Well, little sister," he said, eyeing her hungrily, "there's only one way to find out."

Shortly thereafter, the Parrish siblings were walking towards the Stop 'n Save, a blandly forgettable 24-hour store that carried a little bit of everything, primarily catering to the late night crowd and customers who were too lazy or too young to drive to a bigger store downtown. As they approached, Dave and Kelly were actively resisting the urge to hold hands (or just take a moment to make out, for that matter), but their tails were dancing with anticipation, and every time their eyes met, they would look away, giggling and snickering with shared excitement. Finally, they paused in the parking lot in front of the store, which also doubled as a gas station. Dave leaned in close and spoke quietly, conspiratorially. "Okay, Kels," he said, "you wait out here while I go in and get the, uh, the things. Perfectly normal thing for a dude to be doing, right? It'll be fine." His sister crossed her arms and looked amused, but nodded. "Sure thing, Davey," she replied, "just be sure not to stress about getting caught. These guys can smell paranoia." The look Dave gave her made her giggle, and with her helpful advice given, she gestured towards the front door. Taking a deep breath, wondering why this time felt more stressful than the others, Dave walked inside. It was about what you'd expect from a 24-hour store; the floors were clean, the lights were unflattering, and the staff looked bored, yet not tired, somehow. The coyote behind the counter glanced up from the grainy security monitors looking over the parking lot and sent him a surprisingly genuine smile and a 'hello'. They always greeted you here, and Dave had long suspected this was some kind of means of discouraging shoplifting, by indicating that the shopkeeper was fully aware of your presence. Dave nodded back with a thin grin and took another deep breath. He didn't go right for the condoms, which were available in a surprisingly wide variety in their own little section, which was, inexplicably, next to car accessories like squeegees, emergency road flares, and heavily discounted ice scrapers they hadn't sold the previous winter. Instead, he strolled around in what he hoped was a casual manner, like he'd just wandered in off the street and wasn't looking for anything in particular. He walked along the candy aisle, briefly wondering how long it had been since he'd eaten a gummy worm or a lollipop, and then examined the fresh food items on display, pausing a moment as if he were trying to choose between a chicken pita or a tunafish sandwich, and then chose neither, finally walking past a selection of cheap beachwear and paraphernalia to go back around to the prophylactics, grabbing a box of condoms that would be firmly tucked away in the cargo pocket on the side of his shorts until it could be hidden in the drawer on the side of his bedframe. No sooner had he lifted the box from the rack, though, when the automatic doors parted and the coyote on the counter greeted Kelly, strolling in and looking completely relaxed.

Dave tensed up, wondering if something was wrong for about a millisecond until her casual smile caught up with his brain. He then tried not to frown, wondering if she'd walked in just to mess with him. Unlike her brother, Kelly walked straight and with purpose, pausing briefly to smile and wink at her lover before continuing to the back of the store. Dave realized his gaze was lingering and he coughed, forcing himself to look away and avoid suspicion, but as he walked up to the counter - just as a somewhat overweight gorilla walked away, already thumbing through a trashy tabloid predicting an unpopular actor's imminent demise - he saw that the shopkeeper was giving him a wry grin and cursed himself for blushing. He put the box on the counter and averted his eyes, focusing on getting his wallet out. Much to his dismay, as the coyote scanned the box, he leaned in close and muttered quietly, amusement in his voice. "You know, I see you come in here a lot, and you always walk out with a box of rubbers," he said, before nodding in Kelly's direction, "Is this the little lady you been buying these for?" He chuckled as he put the box in a bag, presuming a successful transaction on Dave's debit card. "Let me tell you, pal, at this rate I think it would be cheaper just to marry her." Picking up on the unspoken insinuation, Dave suddenly imagined a heavily pregnant Kelly, and paled, taking his purchase and walking out without acknowledging the chuckled 'have a nice day' that followed him. A few minutes later, Kelly emerged from the store too, humming to herself, clearly unaware of or unbothered by anything that had just happened. Trying to remember that she had agreed to his admittedly ridiculous idea, he took deep breaths as she approached so he wouldn't react with anger. "Kelly..." he started, carefully, "what was that all about? You just trying to freak me out, or what?" The Maine coon laughed softly, waving dismissively. "What? Noooo," she insisted, "I would never." While that didn't seem entirely trustworthy, he didn't have time to respond before she held up her own bag. "Look! They were selling beach towels," she said, pulling a garishly coloured example partway out, "I figure it'll be more comfortable than a gritty, dirty tarp." The honest enthusiasm in her eyes actually made Dave feel bad about thinking she was just trying to mess with him, so he let go of his irritation and smiled at her. "Good thinking, Kels," he said, "Let's go put that to good use." As they walked away, Kelly began humming again, though Dave couldn't place the tune. And while he was still excited for the fun to come, it took every ounce of his strength not to turn and look to see if the coyote was watching them leave.

As they walked back to the playground, Kelly kept looking back and forth, clearly a little nervous. A feral rabbit ran out of the bush in front of them and fled for a bush slightly further down the path, and Kelly jumped a little and yelped. Dave put a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, easy, I don't think the bunny's gonna rat on us," he said, before putting on a more serious expression, "Really, you okay, Kels?" The slim feline looked embarrassed, but leaned in closer, her ears spinning back. "I'm starting to worry, Davey," she admitted, "I mean, the backyard on a pitch black night is one thing, but... Wh-what if someone finds us? What do we do if someone we know walks up, or someone brings their kids out here?" Dave gave her shoulder a squeeze and grinned reassuringly. "Okay, one," he started, "it's dark out, and there aren't any lights over the actual playground. Nobody's bringing their kids out here. Two, I don't know about you, but I don't know anyone who lives close enough to have a reason to walk through the park except maybe Danny, and he's cramming for a math test tonight." Glancing around, he grinned sheepishly and leaned in. "And three," he said, quietly, conspiratorially, "even if someone walks out here, even if they walk right up to the climbing frame and discover us, you know what they're gonna see? Two silhouettes doing it under a big rope web in a dark playground. I'd be impressed if they could even tell our species." Kelly gave him a suspicious look and pointed to his face. "You'd be able to tell," she pointed out, "What if they've got eyes like yours?" Dave stopped walking at that, taken aback. "Huh," he said, putting a hand on his chin and thinking a moment before shrugging. "Well, if I accidentally walked in on someone doing it in public, I would get super embarrassed, turn around, and walk the fuck away, not try and get a better look. Besides, what are the odds?" He gave her a big dopey grin, telling her his tempting fate was a joke. The laugh it earned made that smile much more genuine. Nodding his head in the direction of the playground, he started walking again, and as she joined him, Kelly seemed much more relaxed. Before too long, they were strolling up to the climbing frame, trying not to look suspicious, looking around for prying eyes or suspicious lenses. Kelly made a token effort to scan her surroundings, then turned to her brother, whose eyes were mostly pupil in this light. Dave finally looked back and nodded the all-clear, and Kelly took a deep breath, got down on all fours, and crawled into one of the holes in the plastic panels surrounding the climbing web. Dave enjoyed the view of his sister's rear as she crawled inside and disappeared, and then he walked around the outside edge until he found a slightly larger hole, then dropped down himself and followed her into the dark. He was greeted by a pair of soft, warm arms wrapping around his neck and shoulders, and a pair of even softer lips pressing wordlessly against his. He paused for just a moment, his be-sandaled feet still sticking out into the playground, and then broke off the kiss. Even his eyes had trouble seeing in here, but he could tell she was smiling, relaxed, and of course, beautiful. "I love you, Kelly," he whispered, watching that smile grow, "Twice."

With a giggle, Kelly moved aside so he could pull his legs in and brush the sand out of his fur, while she produced a pair of towels from her bag and began to lay them out along the tarp that separated the small chamber from the sand, as it was just as gritty and dirty as she'd predicted. "Love you too, big brother," she said, draping the edge of one towel over the other so there was no gap, "and, uh, Davey? Thanks for trying to help tonight. I know we really didn't fix anything, but it helps to know that, um, that you're worried too. Is that weird?" Slipping off his sandals, Dave crawled over and joined her as she finished smoothing the towels out. Reaching up and cupping her face, he smiled as she nuzzled against his hand. "Not at all, babe," he said, softly, "and I meant what I said about finding a way. But, uh, let's try not to worry about that right now, okay? Right now is about me and you, and all those schools and worries can go to hell." With that, he leaned in to kiss her, and Kelly sighed softly, her lips parting to welcome her brother's tongue. As the siblings kissed, deeply and tenderly, Dave brought his hand up to cup the back of his sister's head, gently running his fingers through her long brown hair, even as she slipped one under his shirt, tracing his muscles through his short black fur. After a few moments, they broke off the kiss and moved to lie down on the towels, Dave taking a moment to discard his shirt first. As they embraced, holding each other close, a voice in the back of Dave's head picked this rather inappropriate moment to try and get political, wondering how anyone could condemn what they had when it was obviously so right. Dave told that voice where it could stick its soapbox and to let him focus on the warm girl in his arms. That being said, he placed his hand on Kelly's thigh and s-l-o-w-l-y slid it upwards, teasing along her long, fluffy fur, waiting until he was sure he had her attention before boldly pressing under her skirt. There, he loitered, his fingers dangerously close to his sister's treasures, lingering just outside of her panties, rubbing at the warm skin and occasionally teasing the tip of a single finger under the cloth. Before too long, though, Kelly made a frustrated noise and he felt her long, slender fingers closing around his wrist - before she took his hand and pressed it directly against her mound, not letting go until he'd cupped his fingers possessively over her parts, able to feel the warmth of her excitement right through the thin material of her underwear. Surprised, Dave moaned quietly in approval, giving his sister's treasures a squeeze, enjoying the shudder that ran through the body pressed tight against his. Whether it was in response to this or just because she was friskier than she'd seemed, Kelly moved one of her own hands down, wasting no time in unzipping Dave's fly and shoving boldly into his shorts like she owned the place. Dave would have smiled had he not been kissing her, for he knew perfectly well the reason for her haste; Kelly loved to hold his penis in her hand as he got hard, it really turned the slender cat on. Sure enough, that soft, warm hand snaked its way into one of the leg holes in his boxers before taking a firm, though not uncomfortable, grip of her prize. As Dave's prick, already beginning to respond to the warmth growing inside him, began to twitch and grow in her hand, Kelly broke off the kiss with a giggle. "Mmmm, hello, Little Dave," she whispered, smooth as silk, "it was just this afternoon but it feels like forever since I last saw you." Growling playfully, Dave recaptured her lips and moved his free hand to the small of her back, holding her tighter against him, but even as he kissed his lover more hungrily than before, a small part of him bemoaned the fact that he seemed to have accepted his sister's ridiculous pet name for his penis.

After a few moments, Dave broke off the kiss and moved his lips down to Kelly's sensitive neck, sometimes gently kissing at her throat, sometimes playfully nipping at the skin on her shoulder. Kelly sighed happily, and as her brother's cock reached its full pride, she gave it a loving squeeze and let go, breaking off the embrace altogether for a moment - minus Dave's hold on her panties - in order to slip out of her shirt. As the Maine coon tugged the top over her head, her lover leaned down and nuzzled against her flat, fuzzy belly, making her giggle as he kissed her stomach - and let out shrieking laughter as he suddenly blew against her skin as though she were a child he was entertaining. Tossing her shirt away, Kelly batted at his cheek with her fingers curled up into the shape of a paw. "Davey!" she giggled, "Is that your idea of foreplay?" Leaning back down with a grin, Dave placed his hand between her shoulder blades, supporting her as he leaned in to kiss her again, whispering as he closed in. "No, little sister," he breathed, "that's my idea of teasing. This is my idea of foreplay." The instant he finished the sentence, his hand dropped down slightly, working the clasp on her bra open with only minimal difficulty, thanks to all the practice and encouragement she'd given him. Then, ducking his head away from her mouth to nose the cups out of the way, Dave closed his lips over one of his sister's nipples. Even as she stiffened against him, inhaling sharply in her surprise, his other hand went from cupping her mound protectively to stroking against her warmth with the backs of his fingers, tracing her lips up and down through the thin material, savouring the shudder he earned. "Ohhh, Davey..." she whispered, "that's much better."

As Dave continued gently suckling at his lover's breast, tracing the tip of his tongue around her stiffening nipple, Kelly placed one hand on the back of his head, reluctantly using the other one for the more practical purpose of opening her skirt and tugging it off. Abandoning her teat for the moment, Dave pushed his muzzle into the tuft of fur between Kelly's breasts and inhaled deeply of her scent, now tinged unmistakably with the girl's arousal. Then, encouraged by the pressure on the back of his head, he moved his mouth up to the other side of his sister's chest and resumed showing his adoration. As he licked and teased, he felt Kelly's free hand working on his belt, proceeding to the button on his fly when she was done. But as he played along, wiggling his hips to help slip out of his shorts, his hand stopped moving, and Kelly groaned quietly. "More, Davey," she whispered, "don't stop now..." Turning slightly, Dave rolled his lover onto her back, staying bent over her so he didn't have to leave her boobs, and began to trace his fingertips along her cleft, feeling her shivering, lifting her legs and squeezing his forearm between her thighs. "Ooooh, yes," she moaned, barely audible, "touch me, big brother, touch meeee..." For a moment, an odd thought popped into the black cat's head and he wished he had three arms, so he could squeeze his sister's other breast and continue teasing at her treasures while still having a hand free to prop against the ground and support his weight over her. Failing that, he decided that not wrecking his lower back or crushing Kelly was more important than playing with both of her boobs at the same time. He finally moved his mouth away, much to her dismay, a strand of saliva momentarily bridging his tongue and her stiff nipple. Pressing his forehead against hers, just looking at how worked up she was getting already, he smiled softly. "What did I tell you, sis?" he asked, "best idea I've had all day." Kelly giggled softly, reaching up to take hold of his hard-on again, this time groping him through the material of his boxers, returning the favour. "I don't know about that," she said, playfully, "the shower was pretty fun... Ohhh, Davey, I - I'm so turned on, but I d-don't know why... I was kinda worried that I would be so afraid of being seen that I wouldn't enjoy this at all, but..." Even if his Inherited eyes hadn't been good enough to see her cheeks darkening, Dave would have been able to feel the heat coming from her face from this close. When she spoke again, her voice was even quieter than before. "God, big brother," she whimpered, "you - you're making me so hot, and my f-flower is getting so wet..." It was hard for Dave to tell whether he was more turned on by the spirited fondling she was giving his dick or by the simple words she was saying.

Now that she'd pointed it out, he began to notice that her panties were growing damp, as her honey began to spill out and soak into the cloth. Bringing another finger into play, Dave began to tease at the spot directly above Kelly's slit, and as he rubbed gently at her clitoris, she began to moan again, rubbing her thighs against the arm stuck between them. "Well, sis," he breathed, pausing to lick her cheek, "maybe you're getting horny because of the chance of getting caught." She blushed even harder, but looked somewhat cross. She didn't stop him from touching her, though. "Sh-shut up, I'm no, uh, exhibitionist," she said, "you think I want an audience? You think I - I want to get caught?" She had seemed only mildly put off at first, but now it seemed her embarrassment was feeding into her annoyance, so Dave tried to cut it off before things got out of hand. "No, no, no, baby," he whispered, soothingly, "I just mean, you know, that the danger is exciting, you know? It's like, uh, it's like bungee jumping." As she gave her brother's penis a squeeze, Kelly snickered, despite her irritation. "Davey, this isn't like any bungee jumping I've ever seen..." It was Dave's turn to blush. "I just meant, uh, it's not like they want to fall down and hurt themselves," he explained, "it's just the danger of that happening that makes it awesome. Apparently. Maybe I should have picked something I know more about..." Kelly giggled again, but it didn't sound condescending. She suddenly leaned up and sank her teeth into her brother's shoulder, making him clench his teeth - to keep from moaning out loud. As his prick throbbed in Kelly's grip, Dave shuddered, slightly light-headed. Felines, for whatever evolutionary reason, had a pain-for-pleasure response during sex, as long as it didn't go too far, and that unexpected bite had felt awesome. As he trembled in unexpected delight, Kelly leaned up to nip at his ear, giggling again. "It's okay, Davey, I know what you meant," she said, "Maybe it does make it a little bit more fun..." The black cat moaned again as his sister's delicate fingers began to stroke up and down his prick, very light, teasing movements. "...But I think we would have loved this either way, hmmm?"

Before too long had passed, the Parrishes were beginning to writhe and squirm at each other's touch. Kelly was the one who brought it up first, breaking off a hungry kiss to groan in frustration, her ears flat against her skull. "Ooooh, I can't stand it," she muttered, "I need more, Davey, I need you to t-touch me!" At the sound of those words, his dick throbbed in her hand, possibly leaking some pre-come into his boxers, but as his lover spread her legs invitingly, he still tried to play it cool, continuing to drag his fingers along her sodden underwear. "Gee, I don't know, Kels, I was thinking about making you come in your panties," he teased, "get them niiiice and soaked so that they smell just like you when I steal them from the laundry later on..." Even if she couldn't make out the look on her brother's face, Kelly clearly knew he was just teasing her, so Dave grinned even wider as she played along, crossing her arms and pouting. "Well, if you'd rather just beat off with a pair of underwear instead of touching a real, live girl who wants you bad, be my guest," she said, "but don't be surprised if I'm suddenly not in the mood for about a week..." Gasping dramatically, he whimpered apologetically and finally stopped rubbing along his lover's cleft. "When you put it that way," he said, trying not to grin, "it puts your priorities in order!" Kelly giggled as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties and began to tug them down. "That's more like it," she said, lifting her butt to aid him in disrobing her. Once her ankles and her tail were free, Dave tossed the panties to the pile of her clothes - after a quick, discreet sniff that made his toes curl up. He really didn't make a habit of stealing her underwear from the laundry anymore, but Kelly's scent still drove him crazy. As he reached between her legs, though, she closed them tight again, her tail flitting back and forth playfully. "Ah ah ah!" she scolded, "Ask." Swallowing, growing hornier by the second, Dave was starting to regret all the teasing. Getting up on his knees, the top of his head lifting the rope web above them, he put on his most apologetic face before he remembered she probably couldn't see it very well. "Please, little sister," he begged, "let me touch your sweet pussy, I - I'm just dying to feel how hot and wet you are..." The Maine coon giggled again, purring audibly now. "Mmmm, I'll do you one better, big brother..." she said, before putting her own Inheritance to use; her reflexes were much, much faster than Dave's, so when she lunged forward and tugged his boxers down to his knees, he couldn't react in time. And when Kelly bent down and dragged her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip in one long lick, he could only gasp out 'Oh, fuck!'

Kissing and teasing her brother's dick, which was a pale grey in colour, just like the rest of a black cat's skin, Kelly reached up and insistently tugged Dave down to lie on the towels, whereupon she got up, threw a leg over him, and positioned her treasures, glistening in the dark with her honey, directly above his face. He could tell that her labia were plump with arousal, and he could feel the heat radiating off her against his face. Even as she resumed licking and stroking his penis, Dave tried to protest, trying not to lick his lips as he stared at his sister's slit. "W-wait, baby, a sixty-nine?" he asked, inhaling sharply as she played with him and getting a nose-full of her most private scent, "I - I just suggested this back in the changeroom and you weren't into it! Oh, God..." This last moan came as Kelly took hold of his testicles and began to gently knead and massage them. Dave wasn't especially into ball play, but it felt so good... "Exactly, big brother!" she said, between slurps, "The school was filled with people, so I didn't want to spend a lot of time in there, but it's like you said, nobody's going to be coming to the playground at night. So we can do this and then cuddle for a while before we, uh, get the condoms out." If Dave had any further inclinations to argue the point, they evaporated as his lover wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and began to suckle, bobbing up and down along his shaft even as she continued groping his sac. Surrendering to the moment, Dave let his head loll back for a moment and groaned out a long, sustained 'fuuuuuuuuck'. Then, eager to get to work, he gripped Kelly's pert buttocks in each hand and pulled her down slightly so he wouldn't have to crane his neck. The Maine coon momentarily let her lover's erection slip out of her mouth while she moaned in unashamed lust, as Dave buried his muzzle against his sister's pussy, licking and lapping hungrily at her slit with energy and enthusiasm, as though he were trying to catch up to what she'd already done. The taste of her juice on his tongue sent a wave of pleasure through his body, leaving tingles in its wake, though not strong enough that he failed to notice when Kelly resumed her adoration of his penis. Swallowing another moan, Dave pushed between her lips and into the tight, hot warmth that lay beyond, gently tonguing the slick inner walls of Kelly's vagina, closing his eyes to better savour his sister's taste and texture. Feeling those same walls clench down on his tongue, he momentarily wondered why he had protested this in the first place.

The feline lovers kept up their ministrations for some time, licking and suckling and sighing and moaning, their tails flitting back and forth energetically as they pleasured each other as best they could. At times it almost seemed like they were in competition to see who could make the other feel better; Dave brought one of his hands down to rub along Kelly's outer lips and tease at her achingly stiff clitoris, and Kelly (very) lightly dragged the tips of her claws along the underside of his shaft, driving the tomcat wild. Dave arched his back, lifting a delighted Kelly slightly higher, but he pressed his face against her rear in order to suppress the yowl of pleasure that might otherwise reach some of the houses that bordered the park; though they were unseen inside their little fortress, It wasn't exactly soundproof, and the playground was off to the side, relatively close to some of those houses. Giggling around her mouthful as Dave sank back down to the towels, Kelly dipped her head low, her lips brushing the fur at the base of her brother's dick as she took his entire length into her mouth at once, a task made easier by her feline muzzle. He felt her breath as she paused there to sniff at his testicles, and blushed when she made another amused noise from his instinctive reaction to 'clench' his balls. As she slowly slid back up to his tip, Dave shivered, enjoying the sensation of his saliva-coated prick being exposed to the (comparatively) cool evening air. He felt like he was being shown up, though, and changed tactics without warning, plunging two of his fingers into Kelly's slippery channel and moving his lips down to suckle on her straining clit the way he would focus on a nipple. His sister stiffened above him and yanked her head back, crying out wordlessly as he pushed those fingers as far as they would go, even as he embraced her love button from all sides with his lips, licking and teasing the exposed top with the tip of his tongue. Suddenly forgetting her brother's genitals, Kelly twitched and gasped and whimpered under his relentless assault. "Oh! Oh God, oh f-fuck!" she gasped, holding onto Dave's legs like they were the safety harness keeping her grounded in reality. Kelly rarely swore, but she seemed a bit preoccupied to think about that at the moment. Breathing hard, the slender cat pushed back against her lover's tongue and fingers, grinding her slit against his face, her inner walls fairly trembling, clenching down hard like they never wanted Dave's fingers to leave. Finally, he pulled back, and the Maine coon gasped in surprise and slumped down on top of him, her head sagging down and her twitching ear repeatedly flicking against her brother's prick. While she recovered, Dave's movements were decidedly more low-key, just rubbing the tips of his fingers along her lust-swollen lips. Soon, she got back up and looked over her shoulder, giggling. "Jeez, Davey, I didn't realize we were being timed!" she laughed, shaking her head, "At least give me a head's up next time, that felt so good I couldn't see straight!"

A few minutes later, as the Parrishes continued their adoration of each other, Dave got bopped on the top of the head by Kelly's thrashing tail. Instinctively opening his eyes, which he'd closed to savour the sensations, he caught sight of his sister's anus, not that it was difficult with their relative positions. He couldn't quite smirk with his tongue still buried inside Kelly's slick tunnel, but his eyes were no doubt twinkling mischievously as he moved the hand atop her butt down slightly, pausing a moment so she'd dismiss the feeling, and then placed the tip of a finger atop her back door, pressing gently against the tight ring of muscle beneath her tail. Kelly immediately yelped, starting to push up before Dave wrapped his other arm around her waist, holding her in place on top of him. "Aaah! Davey, no! Not b-butt stuff!" she gasped, as though butt stuff were a truly terrible fate, "I - I'm still a little bit sore from the shower, and, uhh..." As he wiggled his finger and she writhed atop him, whimpering as she panicked, Dave chuckled to himself. "You know, little sister, you should really thank me," he teased, "I bet if you did this more often you wouldn't be as sore after we do it that way." The smile dropped from his face as Kelly lifted up his scrotum and placed her own fingertip on his anus - and began to push. "Let's see how you like it!" she laughed, triumphantly, as she tried to gain access to her brother's rear, but when Dave yelped in a genuinely upset way, she stopped. "K-Kelly, wait! I - I was just teasing, I'm sorry!" he said, quickly, pulling his hand away from her butt and waving it in the air in surrender. "Davey?" she asked, simply, looking back at him curiously. Cheeks burning hot, ears flat as paper against his head, he shrugged embarrassedly. "I-it's just that I - I've never, uh, p-played with my ass," he muttered, "Like, uh, not even a finger." He made a face she probably couldn't see as she giggled quietly. "Awww, my strong, brave big brother's still a butt-virgin! That's so sweet!" she said, in the same tone of voice she would use to regard an adorable baby feral. "Well! Someday, I'll have to see if I can bug you into letting me return the favour you've given me a couple times," she said, sounding immensely pleased with herself, "but for now, don't worry, sweetie, I'll leave your tender rump alone." Dave let his head fall back, groaning with embarrassment, as Kelly gave his buttocks a soft pat, giggling up a storm. The teasing was something they'd both learned to live with long before they'd ever made love. Kelly was his soulmate, alright, but she was still his sister.

Dave was hesitant to get back into the rhythm, suddenly paranoid that Kelly was just biding her time before besieging his innocent rear, but after a while, he cautiously decided that she was telling the truth, and began to focus his attention on the other end of her body again. Not long had passed after that when Kelly began to twitch and writhe atop him again, whimpering as he continued tending to her femininity, running his tongue along her inner walls and enjoying the unique texture, the way her flesh squeezed and moved, constantly reminding him that it was part of a living thing (one of his favourite parts, naturally) even as his fingers stroked and rubbed at his sister's labia and sensitive clitoris. Soon, she pulled away from his member again just to moan. "Ohhh, God, Davey, I'm - I'm getting close, I'm gonna cooome..." she gasped, "P-please don't stop..." Counter-intuitively, Dave almost did stop, before he caught himself. He was a little surprised that Kelly was so close to the edge before him; usually he had to fight, hard, to keep from blowing his load before his sister finished. So he had been a hair's breadth away from stopping to ask her to repeat what she'd just said, to confirm it in his head, before just shrugging and redoubling his efforts, eating his sister out with as much gusto as he could muster. Not that it was exactly a chore for the tall black cat; with his muzzle coated in his sister's juices, his every breath full of her beautiful scent, and Kelly's vagina actively squeezing down on his tongue, Dave was in heaven. Kelly had become lax in her duties as her orgasm approached, but her brother forgave her, given the circumstances. As he licked and lapped and squeezed and tickled, the Maine coon just held her lover's dick firmly in hand, trembling atop him and murmuring to herself, the purring from within growing louder and louder with each passing moment. Dave wasn't quite sure whether she was even aware she was speaking out loud. "Ohhhhh yes, yes, just like that," she whimpered, "nnngh, lick my f-flower, Davey, lick my flower... don't stop, big brother, God... f-feels so good... gonna g-go crazy..." The tom gave himself the mental equivalent of a high five, his hands being occupied playing with his sister's parts; he'd brought both of them in on it to maximize the stimulation, and it seemed to be working. For a brief second, he considered getting his revenge for the earlier embarrassment by sticking a finger under her tail just as Kelly came, but he wrote it off, certain that Kelly would only raise the stakes even higher, if not this time, then when he was least suspecting it. Moaning, Kelly began to groan 'oh God' over and over, muffled by her free hand, apparently afraid of crying out in her passion loud enough to attract attention. She stiffened atop him, her breathing growing rapid and heavy, and Dave suspected the moment was upon her. Sure enough, mere seconds later, she tensed up, arching her back, her tail whipping straight out as her climax exploded within her, and though she kept her hand firmly in place over her mouth, it was still clear that as she cried out her pleasures, the only word on her lips was 'Davey!' Kelly's vagina clenched down on her brother's tongue, hard, her inner walls squeezing and rippling and trembling as a rush of her juices gushed out to paint the fur on her lover's face. Dave kept licking and stroking frantically, using the tips of his fingers to stroke his sister's clit like a miniature penis, trying to wring as much pleasure out of the writhing, moaning female as he could.

When Kelly finally collapsed atop him with a pitiful sigh, going limp and twitching with aftershocks, Dave licked his chops, cleaning off some of his sister's honey, then took some initiative and carefully turned her around, so that they were aligned the same way, and held her close against him. He had learned since they became more than siblings that while Kelly openly enjoyed feeling him get hard, and delighted in watching him ejaculate, one of the things she loved most about sex was cuddling afterwards, snuggling close against him in her afterglow. Sure enough, as she nuzzled her cheek against his chest, resting her ear on the white star above his heart, the one and only spot on his body where the fur wasn't midnight black, Kelly grinned slightly and began to purr even louder. Craning his neck, he kissed her on the top of her head and began to rub her back, willing to put off his own release for a bit to just hold this warm, shivery girl in his arms. As if she'd read his thoughts, Kelly lifted one of her hands and closed her fingers around his hard-on again, though instead of stroking it, she just held it lightly, as though her brother's penis were a safety blanket or beloved teddy bear. Dave held his hand for a moment on the small of Kelly's back, enjoying the vibrations of her purring, as strong and even as a well-tuned engine. "I love you, Davey," she whispered, not needing to say anything else. "Love you too, Kels," he instantly responded, "Always will." After a few quiet moments of trying to catch her breath and listening to her brother's heartbeat, something else that seemed to fascinate her, Kelly sat up, smiling. "Thanks, big brother," she said, "Mmmm, that was a nice one." She leaned in and kissed him, only to break it off almost instantly, giggling. "I forgot you would taste like me!" she explained, as Dave gave her a confused look, "Sorry, let's try that again..." This time, she lingered for a while, beginning to rub her fingers along her lover's shaft even as her tongue wrestled against his. Breaking off after a moment, giving 'Little Dave' a squeeze that made him throb involuntarily, Kelly encouraged Dave to sit up, leaning him back against the plastic wall of their little love nest where it met their towels. Then, without letting go of his penis, she crawled between his legs and settled down, making herself comfortable while looking up at his face. "Now then," she breathed, "I believe I owe you something nice..."

Dave shivered, groaning quietly, as Kelly bent down and slowly took his prick back into her mouth. The Maine coon slowly slid down her lover's uncomfortably hard shaft, inch after inch slipping into the wet warmth of her mouth. When she reached the base, she lingered a moment with her brother's entire cock in her mouth, her tongue licking along the sensitive underside of the shaft and teasing him something fierce. Before she began sliding back up, though, she looked up, her big brown eyes wide open, and she made eye contact with the tomcat, a task made easier in the dark by the shining reflection of the moonlight on his Inherited eyes. Dave moaned softly, feeling a shudder of delight run down his spine, all the way to the tip of his tail, as Kelly continued picking up where she'd left off before her orgasm, this time maintaining continuous eye contact. Dave found himself transfixed by his lover's gaze, unable to tear his eyes away as she continued her work, bobbing up and down along his length, one hand out of sight squeezing and massaging his balls, easing away the needy ache that had started to build when Kelly neglected her duties in favour of focusing on her impending climax. It was hardly the first time his sister had gone down on him, but the way she kept her eyes dead on his instead of closing them the way she normally did, or even just looking down at what she was doing, it was having a new effect on him. "Oh Jesus, Kelly..." he murmured, barely above a whisper, "that's s-so good, little sister..." She blinked her eyes very slowly, a minor feline sign of respect, but when she opened them again, they were still locked on his. It occurred to Dave, distantly, that this kind of staring was the way feral cats issued a challenge, but there was no malice in her gaze, just adoration and a lust that had been only slightly eased by her recent orgasm. After a few moments of this, Dave found himself getting more turned on than he expected; normally, when Kelly gave him a BJ, it felt like she was doing something very special for him or to him, but with their eyes locked like this, it felt like she was sharing in the moment, doing this with him. He became more aware of every little sensation, every caress of her soft lips and softer tongue against his twitching, straining prick, every squeeze of her cheeks against his length, and every gentle rub or squeeze her delicate fingers applied to his testicles or the soft, wrinkled sac that contained them. He briefly wondered if Kelly was fully aware of everything she was doing to him. As he swallowed another moan, feeling himself throb against her tongue and wondering if she was now tasting pre-come, Dave decided that it didn't matter, as long as the experience was this good.

Before too long at all, in fact, Dave was biting his lip, trying to stave off the inevitable, as he felt his own orgasm building up. At that moment, Kelly let his cock go free with a slurp, leaning in to nuzzle her nose against his belly while she slowly stroked his dick to keep him from calming down. "Are you getting close, big brother?" she asked, and he groaned, partially from arousal, partially because he knew she was about to prey on one of his weaknesses. "Oooooh, I think you are!" she giggled, "I think you're almost ready to shoot your stuff! I bet you need to come so bad, bet you can't wait to make a big sticky mess, just for me... Mmmm, won't that feel nice, Davey?" Without waiting for a response, she lewdly dragged her tongue from the base of his quivering penis to the tip again, and he grunted his pleasure, his toes curling up on either side of her. Damn her ability to make him hers with dirty talk! "I want you to do it, Davey, please?" she said, faux-whimpering, "Won't you come for your sweet little sister?" She moved back up into position just above his tip and whispered her last words, no longer hiding the lust in her voice. "Kitty needs her cream, big brother..." Dave tensed up and swore as Kelly engulfed his prick with her mouth, her movements suddenly much faster, much more urgent, obviously determined to bring him over the edge. But all the while, just as before, her eyes remained locked on his. "Ohhh... oh fuck, oh Christ..." Dave trailed off and whimpered, clenching his teeth shut to try and prevent a stream of babble as his climax approached. There was a smile in Kelly's eyes, and her tail was floating back and forth behind her with delight. If she'd been wearing a hat reading 'I'm enjoying myself', it wouldn't have been much more obvious. Finally, he knew that he was on the home stretch, and moaned, long and low, wanting to warn her before it was too late. "K-Kelly... I'm g-gonna come... Fuck, I'm gonna come so hard..." he gasped, inadvertently sinking his claws into the tarp to his side as he dug in to hang on, sensing that this release was going to be a doozy.

Kelly, though, didn't change her movements at all, it was as if she hadn't heard him. Remembering the last time he came in her mouth, he whimpered, not wanting the moment to be spoiled by angering the girl he loved. "D-did you hear me, baby?" he asked, "Y-you need to move, I'm so close, I - I - I can't fight it for much longer, fuck!" Kelly remained right where she was, but this time she winked at him before pulling back until just the head of his prick was past her lips, then moved her free hand to stroke his shaft, vigorously jerking him off into her mouth. He didn't have much time to process this before he was pulled over the edge past the point of no return, but at least he wasn't feeling guilty as he did so. "Oh, ohhh shit, oh Kelly!" Tensing up, the black cat arched his back with a groan, but he still made sure to look into his lover's eyes as his orgasm overwhelmed him. It made gasping her name feel even more poignant than usual, but soon he was focused on more earthly sensations, like the feeling of his cock pulsing in his sister's mouth, unloading thick, gooey jets of hot feline seed to fall down, painting her tongue even as she licked at his cock, encouraging him to be as productive as possible. Dave stuffed a hand into his muzzle to stifle a cry of passion and trembled from the tips of his ears all the way down to his toes, which at the moment were curled up so tight they would probably hurt when he relaxed his feet. Kelly's eyelids had lowered slightly, and there was little doubt that she'd be smiling if she could. At any rate, she seemed positively delighted to be inflicting such pleasure on her brother, playing with his balls and stroking his prick with gusto, drawing out the experience as much as she could.

Soon enough, Dave sagged down with a satisfied groan, feeling a tad light-headed from the strength of his release. Kelly moved up off of his prick, which was still mostly hard, and slowly softening. Dave found himself wanting to apologize or make excuses, still nervous about coming in his sister's mouth, but before he could even figure out what to say, his eyes widened at the sound of Kelly loudly swallowing, finally closing her eyes as she did so, blushing in the dark. She got up, sitting back on her heels, and when she opened her eyes, she kept them focused away from her brother's face, down towards his deflating cock, still glistening in the moonlight with her saliva, as it lowered towards his sac. "D-did you like that, Davey?" she asked, toying with the end of her tail, betraying her nervousness, "I wanted to make sure you really enjoyed yourself..." The tomcat found himself feeling self-conscious, and shrugged, blushing a little himself. "It was great, Kels... but you didn't need to, you know, swallow it just for me," he said, "I know how much you hate the way it tastes..." Finally looking up and smiling embarrassedly, Kelly giggled and shrugged back. "Well... you've been eating a lot of fruit lately, I guess," she said, "and it tastes a lot better than it did the first time I let you f-finish in my mouth." Dave's instinctive response was to look at her in shock. "Holy crap," he muttered, "you mean that actually works?" Kelly laughed at that and nodded her head. "I just wanted to make it extra-special for you, Davey," she said, "That 'we're both scared, but we're in this together' speech of yours helped a lot." The Maine coon stretched and got out from between her brother's legs, holding out her arms and inviting him in for cuddles. He was only too happy to oblige her. As he embraced his sister, he noted, hardly for the first time, how amazingly soft her fur was, running his hands along her back as he kissed her. He wasn't afraid to admit that he'd been apprehensive, worried that her mouth would taste like come - though he probably wouldn't recognize the flavour, honestly - but if there was any difference, he didn't notice it, and he liked it that way. After a moment of just holding each other, the cats lay down, Dave on his back, Kelly partially sprawled over him, a position Dave liked more than he had admitted, partially due to the widespread fur-to-fur contact, and partially because of the possessive vibe he always got from his sister when she did it. Indeed, as she threw a leg across his body, holding him tight with her arms, she snuggled against his cheek and whispered, more to herself than to him, a single word that sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. "Mine."

As the Parrish siblings held each other in a way that siblings are generally not encouraged to hold each other, particularly while completely naked, Dave lay his head back with a relaxed sigh. He felt good. He knew it hadn't exactly solved anything, but being with Kelly had drained away all the stress he'd felt about the whole college situation. As he opened his eyes, his attention moved outside their little hidey-hole for the first time since they'd crawled inside, and took in the sight of the sky beyond the rope webbing. "Hey, Kels," he said, looking down into those brown eyes as they opened, "all the stars are out tonight." Kelly lifted her head from where she had been nuzzling against Dave's shoulder and turned to look up. "So they are," she said, sliding further off Dave's body so she could look up without straining her neck, "it kinda reminds me of, um, of the night we snuck out back, and, uh..." "Fucked like ferals in heat?" Dave helpfully suggested. Kelly giggled and pawed at her brother's cheek. "Daaaaaveeeeey!" she whined, though her smile betrayed her. He responded by putting a hand on his chin and stroking thoughtfully. "It was a lot colder than this that night, though," he said, "You were all 'oh, big brother, won't you please put your huge, warm dick in my -'" He trailed off as he felt the hand that was cradling his head extend its claws, five very sharp points resting against the back of his head and neck. In turn, the black cat raised the hand that wasn't currently wrapped around his lover, holding it above his head in surrender. "Okay, okay, no more making you blush," he said, "but in my defence, I'm in the mood to tease because being with you makes me so damned happy." Kelly grinned at that, and retracted her claws. "Nice save, 'big brother'," she conceded, "but maybe you should focus on the stars for a bit, they're less likely to cut off your sex privileges." "I promise to be good, if you'll kiss me again," he said, shamelessly. The Maine coon rolled her eyes and sighed, but he didn't buy her put-upon act for a second. Mostly because she was giggling again as she leaned in to give him a smooch.

When they finally broke off the lip-lock, Dave began to run his fingers through his sister's fur. "They really are pretty, you know," Kelly said, "It's a beautiful night." Dave smiled slightly. "I agree. I just wish I knew more about astrology," he murmured, "Wish I could identify more constellations and stuff." Kelly raised a finger and traced the outline of Dave's own star. "Astro_nomy_, Davey," she corrected, "Astro_logy_ is the one that creates horoscopes." "I stand - I lie corrected," he said, chuckling. They lay there like that a little longer, just savouring each others' presence. "I like this," Dave said, after a while, his voice still tinged with purr. Kelly looked up without lifting her head from his chest, where she'd laid her cheek down. "What? Being naked with me? I should certainly hope so..." she snarked, grinning. "No, I just mean, you know, lying here with you, looking up at the stars, talking about stuff..." he looked down, directly into her eyes, and smiled widely. "I understand this is one of those things that normal couples do," he said, winking. Kelly hugged him tighter for a moment and then relaxed her muscles, laying her hand down directly over Dave's star. "Oh yeah?" she asked, "Do those normal couples do it at the playground, too, or are we still filthy degenerates?" Dave laughed softly at that, letting his hand stray down a little lower, tickling at the base of Kelly's tail, a notable erogenous zone for feline females. She made no move to stop him whatsoever, but her smile did grow just a little. "Definitely! Couples fuck at playgrounds all the time!" he said, in his least convincing tone, "Hell, I'm surprised this one doesn't have a condom dispenser!" She giggled, pushing back slightly against her brother's fingers, encouraging him to start scratching at the sensitive region for real. "You know, Davey," she said after a moment, "maybe it's not so bad being a deviant. I mean, if I really wanted to be normal, I wouldn't be comfortable spooning against my big brother's warm, naked body, or feeling his big, strong hands on mine..." Dave stopped scratching at Kelly's tailbase, and she pouted up at him, but he gave her a sly grin as his hand slid down her buttock, curving around the leg she'd lifted to drape over his body, and teased his fingers at her entrance, still wet from their earlier dalliance. "You have a point there, love," he said, his voice low and playful, "I'm more than willing to put up with being a weirdo if it means I get to play with my sweet, innocent little sister's hot, tight pussy." She giggled again at that, at least as much from excitement as from amusement. She didn't like to admit it, but he suspected she enjoyed the blatant sex talk almost as much as he did. "Oh, Davey," she breathed, as two of his fingers slipped inside her. He wasn't being as vigorous as he would be if he was trying to get her off, he was just feeling around inside her tight channel, getting his fingers nice and slick with her juices. Leaning in to kiss her lover, Kelly first rubbed her nose against his, beginning to purr again. "Mmmm, we should really do it with a nice starry view more often," she whispered, "it always puts you in such a good mood..."

As they kissed, and Dave's fingers continued to gently explore his sister's vagina, he started to 'recharge' after his earlier release, beginning to get hard again. As his cock began to rub against Kelly's thigh, she paused in the kiss, then reached down without breaking the lip-lock to take hold of 'Little Dave', holding it in a loose grip, just feeling it grow and twitch, giving her lover's penis the occasional loving squeeze to encourage him to grow further. As he approached full erection, she shifted her position, lying directly on top of Dave so that his swelling prick was pressed against her lower belly, bracing her knees on either side of him so that she wouldn't put all her weight on his dick (having learned from experience that he wasn't a fan of that sensation, unless of course it was inside of her at the time). For a short while after that, Kelly kept up the kiss, but it wasn't long before Dave felt her tongue pull back, felt those soft, soft lips pull away from his. She leaned past, her whiskers tickling his ears as she whispered to him. "I'm, um, I'm getting kinda worked up," Kelly admitted, beginning to grind herself against him, "D-do you want it, Davey? Are you ready? Because I - I..." she swallowed, close enough to his ear that he could hear it clearly. "Oh hell, I want you inside me, big brother." As she said these words, Kelly pressed herself against Dave's cock with more pressure than before, and he felt himself throb in the tight squeeze between their bodies. Kelly had once confided in him that even though it wasn't a particularly sensitive area, erotically-speaking, she liked the sensation of his penis rubbing against her lower abdomen, like a kind of reminder that it was going to be inside her soon. She'd admitted that it really got her in the mood, 'like it's stoking a fire or something'. He suspected that the fact that they'd been drinking that night was the only thing that had made her candid enough to admit this, though she'd still been blushing hard enough to make her face warm to the touch. This memory was far from his mind, though, as she continued grinding against his erection and nibbling on the loose skin at the base of his neck, because the only things he found he could think about were various means of fulfilling this gorgeous girl's request. Moaning, he lifted his hips, pressing back up against her, and his hand returned to her rump, fingers seeking out and finding her cleft. Fingering her with a little more gusto than before, he nodded dumbly. "That's the best idea I've heard all night, Kels," he managed, "H-how do you wanna do it? It's kinda cramped in here, but if you just wanted to sit up..." Kelly did blush then, grinning to herself. "Well..." she started, as if she wasn't sure she was going to continue, "if you're asking me, d-do you think we could roll over? I know, I know, missionary is all vanilla and boring, but I just, I don't know, there's something about having you on top, pressing against all of me..." Dave chuckled and pulled her back from messing with his neck so he could look her in the eye, then smirked at her. "Hmmm..." he said, a faux-thoughtful look on his face as he stroked his chin, "Sorry, that was just gibberish to me. I thought you used the word 'boring' to describe sex with Kelly. And that's just crazy talk!" His sister giggled again and he bapped her with a 'paw' affectionately. "But I think it's a lovely idea, sis, so let's just..."

Dave trailed off as he took hold of his sister by the shoulders and carefully rolled them both over, Kelly reaching out to close her hands behind his neck before they'd even finished moving. Once she was on her back and he was comfortably straddled above her, she pulled him down for a brief kiss before breaking off and gesturing to their clothes. "Better get a condom before we get carried away, love," she said, smiling softly. Dave just nodded and reached over, snagging his shorts with the hooked tip of a finger. Reaching into the cargo pocket on the side, he retrieved the box and opened it unceremoniously, muttering to himself as he removed a single condom from one of the chains of sealed packets. He knew rushing was kind of a bad idea when it came to things like making sure he didn't knock Kelly up, but it was still annoying that he had to move so carefully, so precisely, lest he tear another packet open while trying to remove this one, or damage the condom in trying to free it from its wrapper. Leaning back and sitting on his heels, his tail flitting back and forth impatiently, the black cat carefully opened the packet and retrieved the prophylactic inside, whereupon Kelly stopped him, a grin on her face and the obvious question in her eyes. From time to time, Kelly took great delight in putting the condoms on her brother, much as she enjoyed any other excuse to play with his penis. He grinned and sat back, just watching with delight as the Maine coon carefully rolled the latex sheath down his stiff prick, teasing a finger along the sensitive underside of his shaft as she did so. The job done, she leaned down to settle on her back, placing her hands under her head and giving her lover an alluring look. Only too happy to oblige her, Dave got back down on all fours above her and came to rest his forearms on either side of her head - after reaching down and lining his prick up with her sopping cleft, enjoying the grunt of need Kelly let out at the merest contact. He kissed her on the forehead, and she looked up into his eyes. "Oooh, you do need it, don't you Kels?" he whispered, "Well, let's not keep you waiting..." Just like that, he pushed his hips forward, slow and easy, and felt his penis pushing between her lips, pushing into the velvety heat between his sister's legs, and shivered just watching the look on her face. Kelly's eyes went real wide, then scrunched almost completely closed, and her mouth opened in a silent, surprised 'O' as he easily hilted himself inside her. As her inner walls clenched down on him, embracing his dick like a long-lost friend, Kelly visibly shuddered and moaned quietly, then held a hand over her mouth and giggled. "Damn, I am horny tonight..." she whispered, blushing. Dave grinned back and licked her cheek playfully. "You say that like we're not here to do it, Kels, relax..." Grinding her hips against him and churring quietly, Kelly giggled. "Mmmm, do you always have to say 'do it', Davey?" she asked, "Why can't it be something more romantic like 'make love' or 'unite', or..." "Do the horizontal mambo?" he offered, helpfully, "Dance the dance you do lying down?" Kelly just laughed and kissed him as she ran her hands down his back and gave his butt a good old-fashioned groping. "Fine, just do me, you big goof, actions are louder than words anyway." Dave grinned at that, thought it was an excellent way to use the line, and an even more excellent suggestion, so he drew back his hips, shivering at the sensation of his sister's walls rubbing against his shaft, and then thrust forward, letting out a grunt at the tightness that greeted him. Kelly shuddered, moving her hands back up to the back of his neck, and held him tight against her. "Ohhh, Davey..." she moaned, closing her eyes as he began to thrust in earnest. Dave didn't respond, as focused as he was on the rhythm of his hips. He did, however, shift his position somewhat, moving one forearm behind Kelly's head as though placing it there like a pillow. Then, as shifting his weight onto that arm freed up the other, he moved it to his lover's chest, ticking at her sensitive nipples and giving her mounds a loving squeeze before trailing down her body, halting at the point of their joining. It was a little difficult, with the small size of his target, and being unable to see without breaking off this especially enjoyable kiss, but he quickly found Kelly's clitoris and began to rub with a couple of fingers. Kelly giggled and let out a drawn-out 'mmmmm' sound, shivering against him as his fingers coaxed her love button out from under its hood, teasing and rubbing even as she leaned up to kiss him. Dave wouldn't concede the point just now, but as all the feelings he had for this sweet female rushed through him, fuelling the moment, he had to admit; 'making love' was the perfect description of what they were doing.

The Parrishes had been doing their best to keep the noise to a minimum thus far, but if someone had been walking down the path next to the playground at that moment, they might have heard the sighs and gasps and giggles coming from underneath the spider-web climbing frame. So it was a very good thing, then, that the park was absolutely deserted, not so much as a feral rabbit in that section of the grounds that night. Dave and Kelly weren't especially aware of this, mind you, lost as they were in each other. The felines writhed and gyrated together as they expressed their passion, grinding against each other. Dave kept up the pace, thrusting into his sister's tight, hot embrace, her juices already beginning to soak into his fur as he drove himself home again and again. "Nnngh... fucking A, so tight..." he moaned, "Goddamn, Kels..." Poetry, it was not, but then he wasn't exactly in the right frame of mind to get creative. Gasping as he hilted himself inside her with a little extra oomph, Kelly shuddered and dug her claws into her lover's back, before returning the compliment. "Oh - oh Davey, you're so b-big... so big..." the slender cat moaned with need, pushing back against his thrusts, "G-give it to me, big brother!" Growling at his own rapidly-growing arousal, Dave increased the strength of his pistoning hips, began to tease his lover's clit more vigorously, and bent down to capture Kelly's lips, kissing her roughly and hungrily, not surprised in the slightest when his sister's tongue boldly pushed into his own mouth as if she owned the place. His mind lingered on that thought for a moment. His sister's tongue. On occasion, particularly when what they were doing wasn't exactly wholesome family fun, Dave almost managed to forget that this beautiful, energetic girl was his flesh and blood, and not just his soulmate. Almost. Her eyelids fluttered open, those big brown eyes looked upon his in that unfocused way that told him she wasn't quite sure where to look in the dark, and she smirked even as she whined. "Come on, don't slow down, it was really getting good!" she said, licking his nose playfully. "What's-a matter? Getting bored?" Dave laughed at what was obviously a challenge and grinned wordlessly, picking up the pace to even faster than he'd been going before, much to their mutual delight. No, he decided, there was no way he'd ever be able to forget that the lithe, though fluffy female who shared herself with him so completely was still his sweet little sister, whether it be from teasing or support. He tried to shake off the introspective mood and get his head back in the game - there would be plenty of time to analyze their relationship later, when he wasn't balls deep - he leaned in as if he was going to kiss her again, then dodged to the side at the last second, nipping at her ear and earning a gasp and a giggle. "I love you t-twice, Kels," he said, summing what they had up in four easy words, "a-and I just wanted you to know -" before he could finish, Kelly responded by raising her legs, as she was wont to do, and wrapping them tightly around his hips. She called it 'seatbelting', and he wasn't quite sure why, but it really turned him on when she did it. "Love you too, Davey," she managed, before she flashed him a delighted grin, "now shut up and k-kiss me before I - oh God - before I scream and accidentally g-get us some attention!" Dave couldn't help but laugh. "You got it, babe." Then there was no need for words.

As he drove himself home again and again, loving the feeling of his sister's vagina clenching and rubbing against his prick, loving the way she bucked against his thrusts and shuddered at the touch of his fingers against her sensitive clitoris, Dave began to feel his climax building up. Hellbent on seeing his lover through to her own release, he redoubled his efforts to please his sister, thrusting harder than ever, his scrotum gently slapping against her body each time he hilted himself, and began to stroke Kelly's love button as though it were a miniature erection, without taking breaks to give the extremely sensitive organ a rest. The fluffy female responded by inhaling sharply through her nostrils in surprise, moaning directly into her brother's mouth. She was already rolling her hips up towards his thrusts, so she tightened her legs' grip around his waist, holding him in tighter - though not so tight that he had trouble withdrawing from her slick, warm channel. As he continued to stroke and tweak her sensitive clit, Kelly trembled against him, breaking off the smooching just long enough to gasp 'oh, Jesus', and then fairly attacked his mouth, groaning with need as she kissed him energetically, like it was the last night before the end of the world, and they had to make this one count. Finally having to break off the kiss as his breathing became too heavy for just his nose to handle, Dave shifted a leg a bit forward to give him better leverage as he drove himself into his sister with all the energy he could gather. He couldn't help but notice, even in this state, that Kelly's grip was tightening, both with her arms and legs, her claws digging into his back and sending his feline pleasure centres buzzing, and, most importantly, he began to have to use a little more muscle in his thrusts, as her inner walls were clenching down on his dick harder than ever, as if she actually meant to keep him trapped inside her. The thought (briefly) occurred to him that perhaps she was using her 'feminine wiles', so to speak, to remove the condom, but he shook off the paranoia and focused on the moment, as Kelly had far more reasons to want the sheath to stay in place than he did. Mind you, he still removed his hand from his sister's love button for the half a second it took to touch his fingers to his prick as he pulled back from Kelly's slick embrace, feeling terribly foolish as soon as he felt warm, wet latex against his fingertips.

Before too long at all, Kelly was stiffening against him, every outward breath a whimper, so it came as no surprise to the black cat when she leaned back to look her lover in the face and admit that the end was near. "Ohhh... oh God, D-Davey, don't stop," she gasped. It may not have been original, per se, but it was honest, and it still made Dave's toes curl up. "I - I'm so c-close, I need to c-come, I've needed this all n-night..." Removing a hand from Dave's back, Kelly clamped it over her mouth to stifle a particularly spirited moan, during which time she squeezed her legs together so tightly Dave found himself unable to pull out, though he picked up the rhythm again the instant the pressure relented. Replacing the hand, holding him tight against her, Kelly leaned up, her ears back, and managed a simple request. "Nnnnngh... make me come, big brother, make me come!" Dave wasn't sure whether she'd worded it that way because she knew it would turn him on or whether it just turned her on, but he didn't much care for her motivations, just her taboo words. Growling, he bit her shoulder rather roughly, the way his feral ancestors would claim a mate as theirs, and shifted the rhythm, changing to much shallower, much faster thrusts into his sister's dripping tightness. Kelly moaned appreciatively, but after a moment, she pushed on his chest, and Dave released his bite, wondering if it had been too hard, but the Maine coon slipped her hands to his cheeks, holding him in place to make eye contact as she blushed and bit her lip. It was then that Dave realized what she was doing; she wanted him to look her in the eyes as she came, the way she'd looked into his during the blowjob earlier. He wouldn't have thought it possible at this late stage, but he found himself even more turned on, and tensed up, feeling himself throb within Kelly's velvety embrace. Soon, an almost surprised look in her eyes, Kelly began to tense up every time she breathed in, tightening her grip on her brother again, while he frantically frigged her off even as he fought off his own impending climax. "Oh... ohhh... oh God... oh, Davey, I'm coming!" she cried, her voice tight and strained. He could tell she was fighting to keep her eyes open as her entire body went stiff in his arms, and then, all at once, her eyelids flew open, the shapely feline arched her back, and the moment was upon her. Teeth clenched tightly shut to keep the noise down, Kelly still whimpered constantly as her orgasm burst within her, and Dave watched, fascinated, as her eyes glazed over with the pleasure flowing through her body. He didn't have long to consider this, though, as the clenching and rubbing of his sister's vagina against his prick soon pulled Dave over the edge with her, just as those rhythmic contractions were biologically designed for. With a noise somewhere between a snarl and a gasp, Dave suddenly shoved the arm he was bracing himself with under Kelly's back and lifted her somewhat roughly even as he rammed himself into her tight embrace one last time, hilting himself in her slick channel as he swung his legs out in front of himself and pulled them both up to a sitting position. Then he just held his lover tight in his arms and kissed her, pausing only to gasp her name as his own climax overtook him. The black cat moaned into the kiss as his penis throbbed inside his sister's pussy, filling the end of the condom with spurt after spurt of wet, sticky come, emptying his balls as Kelly's inner walls rubbed and clenched along his length, encouraging him to keep going. His entire body trembling as he ejaculated, and Kelly wasn't in much better condition, as Dave still had enough presence of mind to continue stroking her throbbing clit and keep her pleasures going. The feline siblings held each other, shuddering in each other's arms, communing in their shared orgasms.

When they finally came down from the heights, Dave and Kelly just sat there, holding each other, as they shivered in residual glee and tried to calm their ragged breathing. After a few moments, Dave relaxed his embrace, and Kelly leaned back to look him in the eyes almost bashfully. Dave tried to think of something romantic to say, but at the moment, he was having trouble thinking, period. So he just grinned widely, enjoyed the smile he got from his lover in return, the siblings enjoying the moment without words. A few more moments passed, and the Parrishes shared a soft, gentle kiss, to celebrate their 'shared achievement'. When they had at last calmed down completely, Kelly reluctantly released the grip her legs had on him and lifted herself off of Dave's deflating penis, which fell against his belly with a splat. Blushing slightly, Dave hurriedly slipped the condom off, happy to see that it was perfectly intact, and put it off to the side, though he made a note to take it as far as the next park garbage can when they left, lest it be found by the next kid to crawl under the web. He started to reach for his clothes, but Kelly touched his arm and finally broke the silence. "Wait, Davey... I know we need to get going soon, but can't we just, um, put it off a little?" she asked, avoiding eye contact (unless she just couldn't see his eyes, of course), "I was hoping we could, um... cuddle." Grinning at her as he nodded, Dave lay back down and reached out for her as she joined him. "That sounds like a great idea, sis," he said softly, pulling her in close against him, "there's always time for cuddling." As Kelly nuzzled against his chest, Dave sighed happily. "So, Kels..." he said after a while, "Since you were upset, does this count as make-up sex? Cause they say that's the best..." Kelly giggled and shook her head energetically, making her brown locks dance. "No way, you doof," she said, "I would have to be upset at you for it to count." "Aww man," he said, exaggeratedly disappointed, "I'm never gonna have make-up sex. Who's in the mood for doing it after an argument, anyway?" Kelly shrugged and then rested her head on her brother's shoulder. "I dunno," she said, playing with the fur on Dave's chest, "maybe if we were having an argument about doing it." She wriggled slightly and blushed. "Davey, you were a little, uh, overenthusiastic," she whispered, "my f-flower's a little sore." After licking her nose, Dave winked when Kelly looked up. "Awww, poor little sister," he responded, "do you want me to kiss it better?" He puckered up and moved as if to slide down her body, but she laughed softly and swatted him on the shoulder. "Don't you dare!" she giggled, "If you get us worked up again, we'll be here all night!" Shrugging, he winked again. "Well, can't blame a guy for trying," he sighed, before putting on a serious face, "No, really, sorry Kels, I'll try and be a bit more gentle next time," he said, before giving her a squeeze and adding an "I love you twice" for good measure. She smiled at him and licked his nose back. "I love you too, Davey. Both ways." Then, as they leaned in to kiss again, there was a brief silence under the climbing frame, broken only by the purring the Parrish siblings were doing, the two of them perfectly, wonderfully in synch with each other.

Before too long, Dave and Kelly found themselves fully dressed again, if a bit disheveled, walking slowly down the path back towards the side of the park nearest their home. They weren't holding hands, despite how perfect that would be, but they were leaning against each other as they walked, so close they didn't have to hold hands to feel the warmth of the other, their tails unconsciously mingling behind them. They slowed further still as they passed a municipal garbage can, and Dave red-facedly tossed the still-glistening condom into the trash. "Now we just hope there aren't any murders right here between now and garbage day," he said, deadpan, "or the cops'll find our DNA." Kelly laughed softly at that. "Do you just lie in bed at night coming up with scenarios where we get busted?" Dave's mask cracked and he smirked. "For your information," he said, snarkily, "I do it in the shower." As they chuckled together, Dave nodded towards the garbage can. "Hey, you wanna throw out those towels while we're here?" he asked, "You know, hide the evidence?" Kelly had bunched the towels up after doing her best to shake out most of the sand, and had placed them back in the bag she'd gotten from the store. At Dave's question, she held it away protectively and frowned. "What? Get rid of them!?" she asked, incredulously, "But we just got 'em all nice and broken in with all that love we made!" Dave snickered and held his hands up in surrender. "Alright, but you're making sure they get washed." His lover beamed back at him, and he put his arm around her shoulder, holding her close against him as they walked home, glancing briefly behind him at the dark shapes of the children's play apparatuses. He'd been right, the playground would seem a lot more special again after this.

As the feline siblings arrived home, they slipped in the front door, both of them feeling about a hundred times better than when they'd left. Dave turned to his lover to try and make some comment to sum up the night, when they were interrupted by a voice that made them both jump. Their mother Sara. "Hey, there you two are!" she said happily, from a chair in the front room, where she'd been just out of their peripheral vision, "That sure was a long walk! Welcome home!" Trying not to look guilty, they turned to face the older Maine coon, who looked very much like her daughter, aside from the patterns of their fur being very different, and her slightly darker hair being worn much shorter than Kelly liked it. Sara beamed at them and raised a small fabric... thing. "Look!" their mother said proudly, "I was just making individual tile cozies with my knitting kit!" To her side, out of her field of view on the couch, lay their father Alan, who looked almost exactly like an older version of Dave, save for his glasses and the fact that there was no white star under his shirt. Alan rolled his eyes at his wife's enthusiasm for her latest creation. Dave briefly wondered what a 'tile cozy' was, and judging by the blank look on his sister's face, he assumed Kelly was wondering the same thing. Both of them responded, however, by grinning encouragingly and pretending the cozies were cool. Sara lowered her needles and nodded towards the kitchen, where a small box they couldn't quite make out lay on the dinner table. "We were just about to play Scrabble!" she said, "Would you two care to join us?" Dave and Kelly exchanged a glance before Dave sent a nervous grin towards their parents. He'd never been quite clear on whether or not his mother really had an Inherited sense of smell or whether she'd just been trying to keep her kids in line, but he didn't want to risk her picking up the odour of love on both of her children. "Uh, sure thing, Mom, we just gotta go wash up first..." he managed, before their father looked up from the TV with a curious expression on his face. "Both of you?" he asked "What kind of walk was this?" Dave tensed up, trying not to panic, but he couldn't think of a reasonable excuse. "Uhh, well, you see..." "We fell in a ditch!" Kelly blurted, clearly trying to cover for him, then blushed at the strength of her outburst when both her father and her brother looked over at her. Shrugging, Alan went back to the TV, apparently satisfied, and Dave and Kelly separated, making a beeline for different bathrooms where they could hide the evidence. Dave paused about halfway up the stairs, and when he looked down, he found Kelly looking up at him, lingering in the bathroom doorway. The siblings grinned at each other silently, and Dave winked at his lover before continuing up the stairs. Heading into the upstairs bathroom and running some water, he smiled to himself in the mirror, already looking forward to the cuddles sure to come just before it was time for sleep. He wished he'd been able to give more definitive hope to his sister, but he was encouraged by the idea that if nothing else, he'd been able to help Kelly feel a bit better about college. Okay, he thought to himself, Scrabble with the parents wasn't the most thrilling way to finish the night, but the events that had come before it were pretty damned memorable, and as long as he knew that Kelly was feeling better again, he could put up with some dry conversation. Dave relished every moment he got to spend with his sister, whether it was sitting in the light with their loved ones, putting on an innocent face, or sharing in the truth together, just the two of them, dancing in the dark.