{"sf1_id":725723,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Trouble at Roger's House, The Back Story","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2895,"posted_at":"2014-07-03T22:51:00.000Z","tags":["Bedroom","Cub","Deep Penetration","Incest","Lynx","M/F","Puma","Tight","Vaginal","size difference","teenager"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/725723-trouble-at-roger-s-house-the-back-story","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/725723","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=725723\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#2 of Roger That!\n\nA little go-with that was requested for the last story.","content":"                I\nsuppose you're still curious what went down that night, aren't you. Fine. But\nkeep this just between you and me please. Marie was sound asleep on top of me,\nsnoring ever so slightly and drooling a steady stream of salvia on my chest. I\nwas still hard inside and wishing we could screw at least once more.                I was content\nto lay still for a while for two reasons. The first was that I liked having her\nwhere she was. I had never had a girl fall asleep anywhere near me. We did what\nwe did and went our separate ways. It gave me the feeling that she totally trusted\nme. Yeah, I know. She was probably thinking more of her brother, but I didn't\ncare. Secondly, I was enjoying stroking her hair and rubbing her ears. Oh, and\nyeah, did I mention how her body was wrapped snugly around me in a nice,\nintimate way?                I put\nmy hands on her ass and started to rock her gently. I was torn between waking\nher up and letting her snooze. Either way I figured I was going to be the one\ngetting the benefit. As it was, the slow, light movements were a real turn on.\nThe fact that her ass cheeks fit perfectly in my paws was another. I ran a\nfinger to her back hole and gently stroked it.                I did\nthis for a quiet eternity. The whole time she just sort of lay there, freely moving\nin my arms like she was in the surf at the beach. It was as if her body was\ncompletely relaxed and floating. Summing it up, it was incredible. But I could\nfeel that the wave action was going to be getting a little choppier. I couldn't\nhold out forever. Hoping she wouldn't be upset, I picked up speed and force and\nstarted to work her over my cock in a proper manner.                She\nfinally stirred a little. Eyes fluttered open and the first thing she did was\nfreak just a little. She pushed off, staring me in the face. Then she smiled\nand dropped back to me chest. \"It's you Mike. I forgot already.\"                I\ncouldn't help but wonder. \"Marie, have you and Roger really been doing this?\"                She\nyawned sleepily. \"I told you like how many times already?\"                \"Yeah,\nI know. But I just don't get it. How did it start?\"                She\ngrunted a little and shifted herself until she seemed to like her new position\non top of me. Then she sighed. \"It started a few months ago. Mom and Dad were\nout for the evening and a thunderstorm came along. I don't like storms, and\nnormally I go to Mom and she'll let me sleep by her or something.\"                She\nstopped talking for a moment. \"Go on.\"                She did\na few pushes against me, wiggling in the most divine manner.  \"So I went to see if Roger would mind. He was\nup playing his games so he just sort of patted the bed and I came up and\nsnuggled next to him.\"                I was\nall ears. \"Then what?\"                \"Well,\nI got comfortable. I guess maybe too comfortable. I sort of just got settled\nin.\"                I was\ngetting impatient. I was suddenly more interested in the story than I was in\nthe fact that I was presently inside her. \n\"And?\"                She\nlooked mildly embarrassed. \"Well, I started paying with myself. I had been for\na while you know, and I just was sort of nervous about the storm and\neverything. So I was fingering myself.\"                I could\njust imagine that. Roger probably wouldn't have noticed, not at first. He was\nan avid gamer. \"And Roger finally paid attention to what you were doing?\"                \"Yeah.\nI didn't notice that he had paused the game.\"                \"What\ndid he do?\"                \"Nothing.\nHe just sort of started at me and said... What the hell are you doing?\" She\ngiggled. \"I pulled my hand from my panties and turned beet red. I told him I\nwasn't doing anything.\"                If I\nwasn't already hard I would have sprung the biggest boner ever. \"What did he do\nthen?\"                He just\nsort of smiled and leaned down and kissed me. \nI thought he was going to just kiss my head, but he moved lower and got\nmy lips instead. I was shocked, but it felt nice so I kissed him back. The next\nthing I knew his paws were on me. Not rough, just sort of soft and gentle. I\nwas freaked out. But at the same time it felt nice. \"                She\npaused a moment in reflection. \"I always liked Roger. I never thought of him as\na boyfriend or anything, but at that moment I did. It was so cool!\"                I sort\nof shrugged internally. Roger was\ncool hence the reason we were friends. But yeah, I found it hard to think of\nhim and her getting it on. Then I glanced down and did a few controlled\nsqueezes on the muscles that controlled my cock. I guess I could see it. She\ngrinned and squeezed back. It was totally awesome! But it got me thinking. This\nhad been his and her secret. Now that I was in the mix, what would happen?                 I\ndecided I would cross that bridge when we came to it. \"So did you fuck the\nfirst night?\"                She\ngiggled again. \"No. It got pretty intense, but no fucking. Roger said something\nabout a cherry, and then had to explain to me what it was. He said that if we\nwent too far, I would bleed.\"                \"Yeah.\nGirls do that. But it you eventually went all the way, so what difference did\nthat make?\"                She put\nher finger to my mouth as she ground herself down a little on my cock. \"Because\nhe didn't want anyone to find out. So we just had some fun for a while. I heard\nmom and dad come home, so I hightailed it back up to my room. The storm had\nsettled by then anyway.\"                \"Mom\nlooked in on me and I feigned being asleep. The next morning she congratulated\nme on weathering the storm on my own. She had no idea how distracted I was at\nthe time! But Roger wanted to go all the way, and I was pretty cool with the\nidea. How many times would someone like me get a chance to screw someone like\nRoger?\"                She\nlooked down at me and puckered her lips. \"Or someone like you! The boys my age\nare all stupid little pricks.\"                I\nsucked in a breath from my impatience. She forestalled my complaint with a\nkiss. \"It was a couple of nights later. He got an old bath towel from the car\ncleaning supplies and washed it with his clothing. He wanted something he could\nthrow out in case I bled a lot. In the meantime, I kept sneaking into his room\nas much as I could. He even stopped playing some of his games just to play with\nme!\"                I made\nthe mental connection. He had dropped out of the online playing community in\nthe past few weeks, maybe even a month ago. I had no idea why. The reason was\nquite clear now. \"So what did you play?\"                She\nleaned down and licked my nose. \"Licking and kissing and fingering and pawing;\nwhat else?\"                I could\njust see them together in my mind's eye. Roger getting it on with his little\nsister! I was about ready to finish this conversation and move on to something\nesle. I wanted to get off right now! My cock was quivering in place, running at\na fast idle. And all this time the little perv never had the decency to mention\nit.                 Yeah, I\nknow. I was cutting him some slack. How would you go about telling people that\nyou were suddenly screwing your little sister. Incest was a big deal. So was\nunderage sex, but we were both under the age of eighteen, so it didn't matter\nas much for us. That's not to say our parents wouldn't skin us alive and use us\nboth for hall rugs!                 \"How\nwas your first time?\"                She\njumped up and down in excitement. My cock moved with her. I wanted her to never\nstop. \"It was great! It did hurt a bit, but Roger kept fingering me to get\nthat, what did he call it...?\"                \"Hymen?\"                \"Yeah!\nThat thing. I think he liked calling it a cherry. Popping the cherry he kept\nsaying.\"                \"How\nmany time did you do it?\"                \"That\nnight?\" Her eyes were bright and lively. I nodded.                \"Three.\nAfter that, Roger got limp and couldn't go anymore. That's what's nice about\nhaving a hole. It's always ready!\"                I about\nchoked. \"Yes, I suppose so. Just don't be too willing to use it. You should\nstick with people you know.\" Here I was giving lessons on sex etiquette to a\nminor!                 She\nsnorted. \"So far it's just been Roger, and now you. You're a lot different than\nhe is. You're bigger all around. I think that I'm glad he popped me. I think\nthat if you had tried it, there would have been a lot more blood.\"                \"So it\nwas messy?\"                She\nshrugged. \"The towel was an old brown one, so it's hard to say. There was a\nstain on it, but Roger said I did pretty good. He had seen worse.\"                 I knew\nwhat that was about. He had nailed a sophomore named Chelsea, a hot little\nocelot, who made it sound like she was all experienced and everything. Turns\nout it was all a show, and when she and Roger had gone out, he had brought a\nbottle of liquor with them. She got looped and went all sexy on him. He had no\nidea she was a virgin and went straight to work. Turned out her hymen was\npretty tough and thick. It was no match for Roger. By the time he blew his\nload, the blanket they were laying on was a mess. He freaked and called me. I\nended up getting a nickname from him, C.U.C. I still use it online as my user\nname. It stands for Clean Up Crew.                Oh, and\njust in case you're wondering, I had a go at Chelsea. Marie was better. For one\nthing, I don't like drunk girls. I didn't know it until then. She was hell in\nhigh heels the next day. Luckily, she didn't remember most of it, so we\nad-libbed a good portion of it. She seemed to be o.k. with our story. Still, it\nwas a lesson well learned. Stay away from drunk ocelots.                \"So how\nmany times since then?\"                \"Oh,\nmaybe a dozen. It's not like we can just make that many excuses to be together\nyou know.\"                I knew.\nIt had to be painful, being in the same house, wanting each other, and not being\nable to do it. \"Marie. What happens when Roger comes home from the hospital?\"                \"You\nmean, like are we going to keep having sex? I doubt it. Not for a while. I\noverhead the surgeon telling him he was going to have to take it easy for a few\nweeks.\"                \"I\nguess I meant in the long term.\"                She\nlooked at me sort of weirdly. \"Long term? Oh, you mean like what if he gets a\nsteady girlfriend sort of thing?\"                \"Yeah,\nlike that. He can't keep screwing you while he has a girlfriend. In fact, he\nmay have trouble getting one if he's stuck on you.\"                She let\nloose a laugh and immediately clamped her hand over her mouth. \"Sorry. I was\nthinking you said stuck in me. I\nwish.\" Then she did a little motion with her hips. \"Now you; you I could deal\nwith being stuck inside me.\"                 At this\npoint I figured I knew what I needed. Tired of the slow, erotic little twinges\nof pleasure I was getting, I opted to get a little hard core. I pulled her in,\nkissed her soundly and then rolled the two of us over. I was a lot heavier than\nshe was, so instead of flattening her into the mattress, I sat up, arranged her\nlegs and leaned in. Looking down, I could watch my cock slide in and out.\nWatching her furry lips spread and retract in time to my thrusts was awesome.  So was the deep red of my cock against the\npale fur of her underbelly.                I got a\ngrip, told her to hang on, and I cut loose like a rabbit. Yeah, rabbits are\nover rated when it comes to sex. They are vibrating madmen but they have no\nendurance. Me, I could do both. Learned a few things from one of the older hares\nat school, I did.                I\naligned my body and pushed in hard, finding my depth marker, so to speak. I\nthink she could feel me tickling her tonsils! Yeah, I know anatomy better than\nthat. I think you get my meaning!  She\ncould feel the head of my cock pressing her insides right up into her chest\ncavity! I could see her belly move a little in time with my pushes. I knew\nthere had to be room for little else in there.                I got\nthe perfect position, where I could drive it in deep, then pull it back until I\nwas almost out.  I could feel the\ncompactness of her body frame within the ridge of bone in her pelvis. I think I\nmight have mentioned it before. It made for a good, solid edge to rub up\nagainst. This time the top of my cock was getting the full treatment.                I was\nsoon working away like a fiend. Her head was flopping around and her arms and\nquesting fingers were grabbing for me. They finally settled onto the sheets and\ndug in. I drove it in with only the slightest of restraint. She was too damn\ngood to ruin, but by the same token, she was too damn good not to enjoy. As her\nhead arched back against the pillows, and as her legs pushed her up into me, I\nfigured she was feeling that same way. With a roar I spilled forth like a great\nflood.                 She\npushed into me with such force that she managed to lift me an inch off the bed.\nThat was pretty impressive. I had to keeping remembering she was a gymnast. She\nlet out her own little howl and dropped back down in a heap of quivering\nmuscles. Her breath was coming in ragged intakes and harsh exhales. I could\nfeel her heart racing from where I was presently impaling her body.                Needless\nto say we fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning, it was because I could\nhear the garage door opening. My first thought was... when did we get a garage\ndoor opener? Then I looked and blinked. It all came back to me. I was in\nRoger's room! And I had just fucked Roger's sister. And their mom and dad would\nbe walking through that door any minute. I turned to push Marie out of the bed\nbut she wasn't there. I looked on the floor and her clothing was gone. The only\nevidence that she had been here was the sweet aroma of her scent that was\nlingering on my body. Shit!                I was\nglad Roger's room had access to the bathroom. I jumped in, locked the doors and\nran the shower. It wasn't perfect, but it was the fastest shower I had ever\ntaken. And while I'm not one for perfumy shampoos, I figured a little flowers\nwould go far to hide the odor. I got dressed after I dried and came out into\nthe kitchen. Roger's parents were there with a big box of doughnuts and a\ngallon of milk.                Marie\nwas sitting on a kitchen stool, talking a mile a minute. I looked at her until\nshe glanced my way. All she did was smile and say \"Morning Mike\" and went back\nwith her barrage of questions. I sat down and make an effort to ignore her. My\nheart was racing. But as the minutes ticked by, nothing bad happened. Marie\nhardly looked at me. I hate to say it, but it was driving me crazy. How could\nshe be this cool and level headed?                I heard\nher mother congratulate her on staying in her own room during the storm. She\nsmiled and accepted the praise with a calm, collected demeanor. Then their focus\nturned to me. \"What did you do all night Mike?\"                \"Uh,\nmostly just played a few games and such. I hope Roger doesn't mind that I was\nplaying with his stuff.\"                Roger's\ndad chuckled. \"No, son, he doesn't mind. He said that whatever is his, is yours.\nHe said something about hoping you unlocked some secret levels; whatever that\nmeans.\"                I\nchoked on my milk. Marie stepped in smoothly. \"Oh daddy, you're so out of date.\nAll games have levels. Some of them are hidden or secret. They can be the most\nfun to play if you know how to unlock them. Isn't that right Mike?\"                I\nnodded and stuffed my face with a doughnut."}