{"sf1_id":741415,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Roger That! A Friend's Approval","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2785,"posted_at":"2014-08-08T14:58:00.000Z","tags":["Adolescent","Bedroom","Cougar","Female","Lynx","M/F","Male","Oral","Puma","Shower","Vaginal","teen"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/741415-roger-that-a-friend-s-approval","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/741415","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=741415\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#3 of Roger That!","content":"            Roger was to come home a few days\nlater. But before that happened, they had to run antibiotics on him because he\nwas running a fever. I visited him, in the company of his parents, and outside\nof being sore and the fever, he looked pretty good.\nWhen his parents went to get coffee,\nMarie went with them. Roger looked at me and smiled. \"So, how is living at my\nhouse working out?\"\nI really didn't know what to say.\n\"I took over your room dude. I hope you don't mind. I've been playing games,\nbut I made my own files, so I'm not screwing up yours.\"\nHe shrugged like he didn't really\ncare. \"Hey, how about that storm the other night? That was pretty wicked!\"\nI brushed it off. \"I hardly\nnoticed. Me and storms get along fine.\"\nHis face went dead serious. \"I know\ndude, but Marie freaks out. Since mom and dad were here, what did she do?\"\nI turned a little red. \"She asked\nif she could stay with me.\"\nHe actually relaxed a little.\n\"Thanks dude. I love my little sister a whole lot.\" \n\"I can see why.\" I bit my lip for\nsaying that.\nHe looked me in the eye. \"She\ndidn't...\"\nI tried to play stupid. \"Didn't\nwhat?\"\nHe put his hand over his mouth and\nsighed. \"Oh thank God she has someone else to mess with! Do you have any idea\nhow hard it is to keep your mouth shut over something like that?\"\n\"Dude! What are you talking about?\"\n\"Oh, come off it Mike. I know damn\nwell what you two were doing to distract her from the storm. It wouldn't bother\nme so much doing the little nympho it she wasn't my sister. \"\nI gulped a few times. \"You mean\nyou're not mad?\"\n\"Hell no I'm not mad! I'd rather\nhave her be with someone I know and approve of than trying to find someone\nrandom.  And at least she's not going to\nget knocked up. I call that a win-win situation!\"\nI was pretty much pole-axed.  He carried on like we were talking about\nsports. \"So, does she like you?\"\n\"I guess so. It's still kind of\nweird. She sat at the breakfast table and acted like nothing had happened. I\nfelt like my stomach was going to drop out.\"\n\"Yeah, but did she fall asleep with\nyou?\"\n\"Yeah.\"\n\"Then you're in good with her.\nMaybe I can work on finding a girlfriend of mine own now.\"\n\"Dude, how long have you and her\nbeen...\"\n\"Too long man, too long. Don't get\nme wrong. She's one hell of a fuck. But in the end, what's that going to get\nme? I can't bang my sister my entire life. I think there are rules against it.\"\nI leaned back in the hospital\nchair. \"Yeah, there are. But I can't openly be hanging with her. For one thing,\nshe's too young. And for another, I don't think your parents would approve.\"\n\"I don't know. They like you a lot\nyou know. I say talk to Marie about it. See what she wants to do. Dad always\nsays, where there's a while there a way.\"\nThat got me thinking. I liked her,\nand having a young little lynx to poke was a pretty sweet enticement. But\nanything between us wasn't likely to last. I hated to think of anything\nhappening to our friendship, whether it was her and I or Roger and me. It was a\nlittle late to be thinking about it, but better late than never. I had to play\nthis carefully.\nHis parents returned, with Marie\nfollowing up the rear, As she passed me by, she pinched my butt. I gave her a\nsharp look, but she walked right by like nothing happened. She was one cool\ncharacter!\nRoger's dad took me and Marie home.\nI told him I could manage to fix supper. He told me to fix enough for four, and\nhe and his wife would heat it up a plate of food when they got home. They\nintended to stay past visiting hours. Since Marie was comfortable with me being\nthere, so were they. No wonder she was maintaining such a calm demeanor!\nThe minute her dad pulled out of\nthe drive, she dived on me. \"Did you talk to Roger?\"\n\"Yeah. He's cool with it.\"\n\"I knew he would. I think he gets\nweirded out by the fact that I'm his sister. You're not weirded out are you?\"\n\"A little, but I think I can work\npast the issue.\"\nShe slapped me. \"Issue?\"\n\"Yeah. Like the fact that you're my\nbest friend's little sister.\"\nShe stood up tall. \"I'm my own\nperson thank you very much. I'll do as I please!\"\n\"So what pleases you at the moment?\"\nShe chuckled. \"Some food actually.\nI'm hungry. After that, anything is negotiable.\"\nI wasn't much of a cook, but I\ncould manage. There was chicken in the fridge, so I threw some taco seasoning\npackets on it and threw it in the oven. I pealed and boiled some potatoes,\nturning them into a batch of mashed, and cooked up a pile of carrots. I wasn't\nfond of vegetables, but I knew I had to make a balanced meal. My mom always\nsaid that I could live on meat alone. \nAfter we ate, she disappeared for a\nfew minutes before returning wearing her nightgown. I was surprised her parents\nallowed her to have such a thing as this, but since they assumed that she would\nnever wear it around anyone, I guess  it\nhad passed.\nIt was a see-through, pink gauzy\nthing that you only saw in woman's lingerie catalogs. I had seen her naked of\ncourse, but this added something special. She had on bikini bottoms that\nmatched the nightie. Add to that the red lipstick and the darkened eye lashes\nand she looked like dynamite! \n\"God Marie, where did you learn to\ndress like that?\" I was honestly stunned. She had gone from sweet kid to sexy\nvamp in a few minutes.\nShe giggled. \"From mom. And\nmagazines. And television of course.\"\n\"You learned well. You're one hot\nlittle mama!\"\nI was getting one hell of a boner\nin my pants. I knew we had time, but I felt we had wasted a couple of hours\nwith supper and such. That still gave us a few hours to dally. I was out of my\nclothes faster than you could blink.\nShe smiled at my eagerness. I really\nhad no idea what I was getting into. Roger hadn't been too specific in his\ndetails about their relationship. She licked her lips at the sight of my cock\nstanding to attention.  \"My my, aren't\nyou the horny one?\"\nWith a smooth graceful flow of her\nbody, she descended on me like a succubus. I had never had a girl this eager or\nwilling in my life. I hadn't had many of course, but enough to know she was a\nkeeper. Every guy dreamed of a girl that would make him happy. I already had a\nsmile on my face.\nShe engulfed my cock like it was a\ncandy cane, licking it up one side and down the other. Then she would suck the\nhead of it in and try to engulf it. Unlike her brother, I had more than she\ncould handle. That didn't keep her from trying. I couldn't see, but I knew she\nwas developing a bulge in her throat from the effort. She finally back off a\nlittle and went to work, moving her head back and forth, growing ever faster,\nlike some crazy little, fur covered woodpecker.\nI couldn't hold out against that. I\ngrabbed her head and blew my load straight down her throat. She came off of me\nchoking and gagging. As I was still in the act of pumping away, I covered her\nface with cum. She hung on to me as she regained her breath and her composure. By\nthe time she did, there was cougar cum dripping down her face and into her\nclothing.\n\"God Mike, you spout off like a\ngeyser!\"\n\"Sorry about that. I told you I'm\nnot like your brother.\"\nShe was wiping her face. \"Dammit,\nI'm gonna have to wash my nightgown now.\" Somehow, she didn't sound\ndisappointed. She yanked if off, threw it in the washer and came back totally\nnaked. \"I hope you've got more in ya big guy!\"\n                I\nassured her I did. I picked her up and carried her up to her room. It was still\ndecorated like a little girl would have it, as she hadn't quite gotten out of\nthat stage yet. It was mostly pink, with dolls, lacey stuff and lots of pink.\nTrust me, there was a lot of pink. I can't stress that enough. And I'll have\nyou know I happen to like pink. Pink was a great color to see when a girl\nspread her legs. It went well with red. \nMy cock was now at that in between\nstage, but I was certain it would spring back in no time. She was preparing to\npull back her covers, but I suggested that if we made a mess, if might be\neasier to hide on the comforter. She shrugged and fell back on the bed, kicking\nher legs delightfully and wiggling in a way as to leave no doubt in my mind\nwhat she wanted.\nThe only hold up was waiting on my\ncock to reharden.  Marie took care of\nthat by licking it clean of cum for such a long time I was ready to fuck her\nface. By the time she was done it was so hard it hurt. The skin was blood red\nand tight to the point of tautness. I needed to get some relief.  She had moved to sitting on the edge of the\nbed, but sensing I was ready to go, rolled back and spread her legs.\nI dropped on her like a bomb. She\nwas wet, and my cock made quick work of drilling her deep. She let out a gasp\nas I drove it in, before grabbing my sides as I pumped her hard. I watched her\nface to make sure I wasn't hurting her, but she seemed to take what I had\nbetter than Cyndi Loesser, and she was a snow leopard. That girl was pretty, stupid,\nand tight as fuck; but a total screamer. One time with her was enough. And she\nhad the nerve to wonder why I never answered her texts!\nMarie was totally into it. I soon\nhad her bed rocking on its four legs, creaking and groaning like an old tree\nduring a thunderstorm.  It went from that\nto slamming into the wall. I stopped long enough to jam one of her stuffed\nanimals between it and the wall, deadening the sound and keeping our activity\nfrom damaging the plaster. That would be hard as hell to explain.\nWithout further distractions, I cut\nloose on her for all I was worth. Let me tell you, and this is no shit; that's\nsaying a lot. It was pretty wicked, doing her in her own room. My only worry\nwas whether or not her bed was going to survive the pounding.  \nShe clung to me as I got off on her\nfine little feline body. With fewer reservations about actually doing her, I\nwas more interested in finding ways of\ndoing her. So after a half hour of bone jarring sex, I pulled out and flipped\nher on her stomach. She had the cutest little stump of a tail. It was so unlike\nmy long, majestic appendage. And yes, I am referring to my tail right now.\nI nailed her again, driving myself\nin to the hilt. Her tail tickled my belly as I tickled her insides. It was\ngreat. She dug into the sheets and made the most remarkable purring noises I\nhad ever heard. I don't think any girl I had ever bedded had been this happy\nwith my abilities. It made me feel pretty damn good.\nI massed a lot more than she, so\nthat my thrusts kept driving her to the head of the bed. I had to stop, pull\nher down and start over. I finally stuffed a pillow between her and the\nheadboard to keep her from getting a concussion. By this time the covers were a\nwreck and I was needing to get off again.\nIn that, she beat me to the punch.\nHer purring grew loader until it was a rumbling little roar escaping her\nthroat. It was way sexy cool, and as she tightened around me, I let loose with\na barrage of thrusts that nearly shook the bed to pieces. I pounded away with\ncomplete abandon. My arms were beginning to cramp from the effort of holding on\nwhile I crammed every last inch of my cock into her hole.   \n                The\nscream she let out almost scared me. I thought at first I was hurting her, but\nwhen I realized it was because of her orgasm, I chilled and resumed my\npounding. All at once I too cut loose, and in the throes of blowing my wad, I\nclosed my eyes and grimaced as my sperm fled my body into hers. It became a\nprotracted experience, as my body kept convulsing long after my fluids ran out.\n                I\nleaned against the headboard, gasping for air and feeling like I was the\nluckiest cat around. Marie was a twitching mess under mess, her body shaking\nlike she had epilepsy or something. If she kept it up, I was going to get hard\non her again.\n                I\nlooked over at her alarm clock and saw that at best, we had an hour before her\nparents got home. Erring on the side of caution, I decided to call it a night.\nI was going to pull out, but knew damn well that when I did, there was going to\nbe a flood following me out. I wrapped an arm around her, lifted her up, still\nattached to me, and carried her to the bathroom. I stepped in the shower and\nwent to pull her loose. She grabbed the railing and pushed back. \n                \"More?\"\n                \"I\ndon't think we have time for it Marie!\" I pleaded.  \n\"Not if you argue about it. Now get\ngoing!\"\nI repositioned my grip and\ncomplied. It was a little tricky, seeing as I had to hold her up while I fucked\nher, but I managed it just fine. She came again, rather quickly, while I had to\nwork for a while before I could muster another load. As it was, it was skimpy\nand weak. Three loads in two hours was about my limit I guess.\nI finally was able to get her off\nof me and on her feet. She went straight for my cock with her mouth, and I\nfound it abhorrent that I was actually pushing her away. \"Dammit Marie, we need\nto get cleaned up and dried off and on our best behavior when your mom and dad\nget here.\"\nShe made a sad little face, and she\nacted like she was going to cry. Then she gave me a wink and dashed to her\nbedroom to get dressed. I finished drying, hung up the towel and went down to\nRoger's room and pulled some clothes on. By the time I got to the living room,\nshe was sitting there watching TV.\n\"Thanks Mike! That was the best!\"\n\"You're welcome Marie. I thought it\nwas pretty damn good too.\"\nShe leaned into me and we watched\nthe show until her parents arrived. By this time, everything was in order,\nright down to her remembering to remove her nightie from the washer. She even\nfeigned being asleep, \"waking\" when she heard them come in. She jumped up and\ngave them hugs, and I simply stayed out of the way. \nOne thing was certain, if she wanted\nto grow up to be an actress, she had the talent for it. Her little girl act was\nconvincing to anyone who didn't know her as well as I now did. I watched her as\nshe talked with her mom, and realized where she got her looks. Her mom was\npretty sweet. \nAfter that, I made a show of\nyawning and headed to bed. I knew better than to say too much. Besides, I was\ntired. I didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but I intended to be rested up\nin case it involved Marie. "}