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I Love You Twice: Greener Pastures By Green

A beautiful summer day shone in through the window as Kelly Parrish peeked out of her room, with her ears perked upwards, straining to pick up any noise, her eyes wide and alert, and her mouth carrying the distinctive feline grin of potential mischief. Opening the door the rest of the way, the Maine coon pushed some of her long brown hair out of her eyes, slung her purse up on her shoulder, and stepped out into the hallway, clearly delighted with herself. She took about four steps before she rounded the corner and almost walked straight into her father Alan, who had been standing perfectly still in the hallway, leaning against the railing that overlooked the staircase down to the main floor. Knowing Alan Parrish, he'd probably been staring blankly off into space, working through some problem in his mind, but he came right back down to Earth as his daughter inhaled sharply in surprise, the tall black cat turning to face her with an easy grin. "Hey there, young lady," he said cheerily, as his big brown eyes, which she'd inherited from him, dropped briefly to her purse, "Going out?" Kelly raised one hand to her chest as her tail flitted back and forth behind her, her thick fluff trailing slightly. "H-hey Daddy," she replied, "You startled me... I was just gonna go for a walk, that's all." Alan nodded, a slightly amused expression on his face. "Ah, well it is a gorgeous day," he acknowledged, "I was thinking of asking your mother to join me on a jaunt around the neighbourhood myself." Kelly nodded, smiling graciously. "Mmm, sounds nice," she said, politely. She carefully stepped around him and started to walk away, but Alan cleared his throat, and she reluctantly turned back to face him. The smile remained, but he was giving her a questioning look, and his eyebrows were raised. "Kelly," he said, gently, "is there something you'd like to tell me? You've been acting a little off lately."

Kelly forced herself not to frown, not to lower her ears nervously. Why did he have to pick now for this?! Today she wasn't even nervous for the same reason as those other times he'd apparently noticed her 'acting off', whatever he meant by that. "Sorry, Daddy," she sighed, dropping her gaze below his in a feline show of respect, "I just - I've been kinda stressed out lately, my friends have got all this drama going on and I'm freaking out not being able to help them more..." Alan gazed at her unreadably, something he was very, very good at, having had years to hone it (along with other useful parenting skills), and finally sighed, nodding. "I understand. It's hard when your friends are going through a rough patch," he said, "I've been in that situation myself. It's alright, Kelly, I'll give you some space, just... if it becomes too much for you to take, your mother and I are always willing to talk, alright?" He reached over and patted her on the shoulder, smiling again. "You've grown up into a good young woman, caring about your friends like that," he commented, "And you're the spitting image of your mother at that age." Curling his fingers halfway up so that his hand resembled a paw, Alan lightly bapped her on the cheek, a feline sign of affection, and stood up straight. "Alright, I think I'm gonna watch the highlights of last night's game," he said, nodding in the direction of the master bedroom, and the small TV within it, "Your mother's making stir fry for dinner, should be around six." Kelly smiled as innocently as she could (and being a cat, she was quite good at it), and gave him a little wave. "Okay then, talk to you later, Daddy!" As the door closed behind him, Kelly waited for a few seconds, in case he came right out again, having forgotten to do something, and then she relaxed, letting out her held breath as slowly as she could, so that it wouldn't make an audible sigh. It looked like she was in the clear. Grinning to herself again, the teenaged feline began creeping down the hall again. Kelly had almost made it to the stairs, reaching into her purse to check on its valuable contents, when suddenly, as if it were an oversized Venus flytrap waiting for her to be in just the right position, the door to her brother David's room flew open without warning, and her older sibling lunged out, wrapped his arms around her, and bodily yanked her back into his bedroom, closing the door behind them as he did it, and all so fast that she didn't even have time to yelp.

As soon as the door closed, Dave pressed Kelly back up against it, and the frazzled girl stared at him in shock. "Davey!" she gasped, her mind still reeling, but before she could concentrate her thoughts enough to say anything else, the lanky black cat, two years her senior, leaned in and playfully licked her nose. "Heya Kels," he said, cheerily, "I missed you last night." With that, her big brother moved in and kissed Kelly full on the lips, his tongue easily slipping into her mouth as he sighed through his nostrils happily. This gesture, of course, meant exactly the same thing to felines as it does to everyone else, so it would have been very odd for Dave to kiss her this way, except that Dave and Kelly Parrish had been in a secret romantic relationship for a long, long time. Shuddering with confused pleasure, her head spinning from his deliberately fast actions, Kelly just moaned into the incestuous embrace and closed her eyes, going along with it, raising her arms and wrapping them around her brother's neck as she began to kiss him back. By the time it ended, both of them were purring, and Kelly felt significantly more relaxed. As they broke it off, Dave just pulled her in tighter, rubbing his hands along her back through her shirt and inhaling deeply of her scent. "Mmmm... I love you twice, Kels," he whispered, words that held special meaning to the pair, "Sorry if I scared you." Not exactly minding the warm embrace they were sharing, or her lover's scent tickling at her nose, Kelly nuzzled against his cheek. "It's okay, Davey..." she replied, "I was just a little startled. But I don't have time to fool around, I, um, I've got stuff to do." It made her feel a twinge of guilt, lying to him like that. Well, it wasn't really a lie, she was just being misleading... but maybe she could come back afterwards and say she'd had a change of plans, he'd surely be pretty happy then, she could perfectly picture the look on his face... "Oh, that's not what I meant, little sister," he said, faux-dismissively, lowering his voice even further as he added, "I had that pair of your panties you left me to take the edge off that last night." She giggled, blushing at the mental image of her brother pleasuring himself to the scent left behind on her underwear, a particularly kinky secret shared between the two of them.

Gesturing to his bed (which was actually made, for a change) in the corner of the room, Dave stepped back from their embrace, a Cheshire smile plastered across his muzzle. "No, the part I really missed was the cuddles!" he said, cheerily, "Always feels so lonely sleeping by myself these nights." Kelly smiled, genuinely touched by that. "Awww... that's so sweet, Davey..." she said, "Just let me go take care of some stuff, and then we can cuddle all you want when I get back, kay?" Dave made a dismissive gesture and stepped forward again. "Oh, pshaw, it won't take long," he said, mischievously, "Upsie-daisy!" With that, he swung his hand behind her legs and swept her up into his arms, which wasn't difficult, as Maine coons are about 80% fluff. "D-Davey, wait!" she said, but even as the words exited her mouth, her purse jostled around on her arm by the sudden up-down movement, and since it hadn't been closed after she checked it in the hallway, a few of its contents spilled out to land on the carpet at Dave's feet. These included a tube of lipstick, a complimentary mint from a restaurant Kelly had recently visited, and a plastic baggie full of a shredded green plant material. Kelly bit her lip as her brother looked down at this last item, a surprised look on his face. After a long, awkward moment, he set Kelly down on the floor and looked at her, and Kelly was surprised (and momentarily disgusted) to realize how similar Dave's poker face was to their father's. Dave looked as much like Alan as Kelly looked like her mother Sara, though Dave's pelt wasn't entirely black, and he had Inherited eyes, a solid yellow-green colour with pure black pupils that could retract down to vertical slits if the light was bright enough. Now, he was directing his gaze Kelly's way, and she actually whimpered out loud, her ears lowering in shame. Misleading your parents was something all teenagers did from time to time, but Kelly love-_loved Dave... "Well, I was going to carry you around the room and make you squeal before I let you go," he finally admitted, "But I gotta ask... sis, is that what I _think it is?" Blushing, Kelly nodded. They had never actually discussed this between the two of them, and she had no idea how her brother-slash-boyfriend felt on the subject. "Kelly Rose Parrish," he said, in a fair approximation of their father's I Am Very Disappointed In You, Young Lady/Young Man voice, "I can't believe you would indulge in mind-altering substances..." She cringed and averted her eyes, feeling terrible, trying to think of how to respond, when she felt his hand on her shoulder. When she forced herself to look up, he was suddenly beaming at her from ear to ear, and he winked as she gawped at him, confused. "...Without inviting your big brother and your soulmate!" he said, chuckling. He picked up the bag and pressed it into her hand, then kissed her on the cheek. "For shame," he teased, as she burst out into giggles, relief spreading through her entire body. She had to admit it, he'd had her going. She was going to have to get creative to get back at him for this one. But not today, today seemed to be going in a much more fun direction...

A few moments later, the door into the garage swung open, and Kelly stepped through, her tail floating about behind her, belying her inner excitement, and that delighted smile had returned. The Parrish garage, like most such spaces, wasn't the classiest place in the world. It was musty, there was dust in the air - clearly visible in the narrow beams of sunlight peeking through the tiny gaps on either side of the big outside doors, and since it was the middle of the day in summer, and the garage wasn't part of the house's air conditioning system, the temperature jumped significantly as they stepped out, but it did have a couple of major advantages. Namely, their parents had no real reason to step out into the garage, so Dave and Kelly were reasonably assured a fair amount of privacy. Not that they'd be stupid enough to do anything that would give away their real feelings for each other, surely, but neither of them really relished the idea of either of their parents catching them doing this, either. "I'm sorry, Davey," Kelly was saying, once the heavy door to the house closed behind them, "I didn't even know you were into this! I don't think I've ever heard you mention it." She locked the door with a key, more to give them an early warning noise if someone turned the latch inside than for actual security, and Dave shrugged self-consciously, his hands in his pockets. "Well... to be honest, I thought you wouldn't be into this stuff," he admitted, "I mean, you're my little sister, Kels! You've always seemed you know, so pure and innocent, I was kinda floored the first time I found out that you drank." Kelly giggled at that and lowered her voice, even though the thick stone walls that separated the garage from the rest of the house would do a great job of silencing their words for anyone inside, even if they were standing right on the other side of the wall. She couldn't be sure there wasn't a snooping parent leaning against the door, after all. "Davey... You do remember all that stuff we've done in bed, right?" she asked, "I mean, when we did it in the tail, it was my idea! I never would have called that one..." As she turned towards a big pile of assorted junk leaning against a wall, Kelly was surprised to feel a hand on the end of her long, fluffy tail, and gave her brother a Look as he reeled her in, gently pulling her towards him by tugging her tail in his direction. When she was right in front of him, he grabbed her from behind and kissed her on the cheek. "In the tail?" he asked, his voice low and mischievous, "The way I remember it, we did it in the butt."

Kelly blushed and forced herself not to giggle. Dave loved to tease her about her embarrassment towards certain words. In a way, asking her brother to try anal with her had been more challenging for Kelly than actually having anal sex with him. Not nearly as uncomfortable, admittedly, though it helped that the latter got better after a while. "Davey..." she said, with just a hint of a whine to her voice. Dave ignored her warning and started grinding his hips against her from behind. He wasn't even hard, he was just being silly, and she knew it, but it didn't stop the blush or make it any easier to look mad at him. "Oh, Kelly," he groaned exaggeratedly, "God, your ass is so tight..." Well, dammit. That did it. Kelly began to snicker, knowing that once the floodgates were open, she was doomed. "Oh my God, Davey!" He actually chuckled at her attempt to sound shocked and horrified by his behaviour, and licked her ear from behind, making it twitch. "Jesus, don't stop, baby, you feel so good around my dick," he moaned, "Ohhhh, fuck, Kelly, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna fill you up..." Suddenly, Kelly switched tactics, looking over her shoulder and lowering her ears, hitting him full in the face at point-blank range with the infamous Sad Kitty Eyes that non-felines are helpless to resist. Being a cat himself, Dave was immune to the effect, but he wasn't expecting it in this particular situation. "Owie!" Kelly whimpered, cringing, "Owwww, oh D-Davey, it hurts..." Confused, the black cat stopped humping against her, his ears actually lowering, as if he was feeling concerned for her despite it obviously being an act. "Wh-what?" he asked, bewildered. Kelly sniffled and mewled piteously before she continued. "Oh big brother, your thing is t-too big," she said, with a totally straight face, "You're hurting me, and you p-promised you'd stop as soon as I asked... didn't you?" Dave had kept her in a tight grip, preventing her from getting away from his intense teasing, but as she wobbled her lower lip and whimpered in his face, she felt every muscle in his body relax, even as he pouted much more genuinely and let out a huff through his nostrils. "Cheater," he muttered, letting her go. Kelly laughed happily at this and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Hey, it's not my fault that card trumps everything," she teased, poking at his chest, "Now do you wanna do this or what?"

Moving back to the pile of junk, Kelly pulled aside some random wooden boards their father no doubt still planned to use in some project, reaching down and retrieving a rolled-up throw rug. "Here we are..." she said, feeling oddly proud and strangely excited, the way she was sharing this frowned-upon side of herself with Dave. Of course, it was a familiar sensation to Kelly, who was an expert by now at sharing a taboo aspect of herself with her brother. Moving over to the open space in the middle of the garage - their mother only kept her car in here in the winter, to keep it from being frozen solid or buried in snow - Kelly dramatically gave the rug a flick and unrolled it on the oddly cold concrete floor. "I got it at a yard sale," she said, "It looks like somebody's Christmas sweater, but it's really comfortable." Walking over, Dave grinned at it. "Nice and big too," he commented, as he slipped his shoes off, "I figured you'd have a rug or something, you'd never do it on a dirty floor, but I thought we'd be bumping into each other." Kelly slipped her purse off her arm and took off the ultra-thin long-sleeved shirt she'd been wearing, revealing a tank top underneath that showed off her slender arms to her benefit. Dropping down into a cross-legged sitting position in one smooth motion, showing off her Inherited feline grace and reflexes, Kelly winked at her brother and brought out the baggie. "Ready?" she asked, eagerly. Dave sat down a little more awkwardly and with an audible oof, but he quickly joined her and nodded. "Oh, yeah," he replied, "You take the first hit, 's only fair." Giggling, feeling weird doing this in front of her tomcat, the Maine coon opened the baggie and held her face by the opening, inhaling deep and hard, shuddering from head to toe as she felt the first hint of that familiar light-headed sensation. Then she took a tiny pinch of the material inside and lightly rubbed it around the end of her muzzle, teasing it around her nostrils and lips, making her shiver uncontrollably as she was quickly flooded with bliss. "Oh God..." she sighed, handing the bag over to her brother and moving to lie down on the carpet, "I love catnip..."

Kelly was already purring as she stretched out on the rug; the initial rush had faded, leaving her whole body feeling warm and relaxed, her head spinning just a little. Looking up at the ceiling, she noticed a particularly large dust mote floating through the air, and smiled, following its random pattern with her eyes for a few moments before looking down to watch her brother following her lead and rubbing the 'nip on his face, which scrunched up amusingly for a moment as he visibly shuddered. "Ohhh fuck," he breathed, "This is good shit, Kels..." Kelly giggled, which felt a lot better than usual, like most things would at the moment. Dave thoughtfully took a moment to seal up the baggie and set it down, and then lay down next to her, a big goofy grin on his face. As she turned to follow him with her gaze, Kelly's peripheral vision saw a few flakes of catnip fall from her whiskers to the carpet, and she leaned down and began nuzzling against the ugly design, rubbing her cheek against it as she inhaled deeply. The stuff really was potent, the smell seemed to be everywhere already. Dave was snickering as he watched her, but Kelly didn't feel the slightest bit self-conscious, which was a nice change of pace. When she looked up again, satisfied that the rug had surrendered every particle of 'nip to her cheek fur, she found that Dave had rolled over onto his belly, chin resting on the rug, and he was tracing a zig-zagging stripe with one finger while humming no tune in particular to himself. Abruptly stopping, he looked over at her. "Kels, I gotta ask," he said, casually, "How did you get into this?" Kelly propped up her head on one elbow, resisted the urge to make a 'draw me like one of your French girls' joke, and grinned at him. "Well... I was gonna make up a story about how I'm way more hardcore than you thought, but uhh... I kinda can't be bothered right now." Dave laughed at that, and Kelly was pleased that she managed to keep a straight face. "It was Barb," she admitted, shrugging. Barbara Murphy had only moved to town relatively recently, but she and Kelly had become instant friends. Indeed, of all her buddies, the lynx was the one most likely to show up should Kelly feel like having somebody over. "We were at her place and her parents were out, and she had some stuff and wanted to know if I wanted in, so we went down to the basement and used the carpet down there next to her Dad's old treadmill, since that's the place in the house he goes least," she said, grinning at the memory, "She kept trying to make me blush by talking about how I was a 'catnip virgin', and she was honoured to be the one I lost it with..." Even now, Kelly's cheeks burned just a little at the memory, and she had to suppress a giggle. "But it was fun, really," she added, "Barb just kept playing with my tail and talking about how fluffy it was, she was all fascinated with it, it was great." A delighted Dave suddenly moved forward, crawling over her as she laughed, and teased his fingers along her tail. "Well, in her defence, it is pretty amazing," he said, "Why, I could just play with it all day long." Flexing a few muscles, Kelly tugged it out of his hand, then reversed direction and bapped him in the face with it. A cat's tail is not an especially effective bludgeon, so he just moved back a bit, surprised, and Kelly burst out laughing at the look on his face. Oh yeah. This was a good idea.

"What about you?" she asked, "I didn't think you had any feline friends." After a moment, she blushed and grinned self-consciously, adding "Uhh, not that there's anything wrong with that!" Dave smirked and shrugged as he lay back down. "Well, I was at a party with Danny and Paul - you remember Paul, the rooster? Checked out your ass as soon as you turned around, got slapped upside the head for it?" Kelly snickered and nodded. That was an amusing memory for her, the avian hadn't even been mad at Dave, he just shrugged and said 'okay, fair enough'. "So I was at this party with the two of them, and while I'm there, I run into this other guy I know, Sam, he's a Russian blue, and we're not real close or anything, just kind of acquaintances, really, but he's cool enough, we've hung out with mutual friends together, and -" Kelly giggled and poked him. "Davey," she said, interrupting him. "Yeah?" "You're kinda rambling." "Oh... my bad," he replied, blushing, "So, um, long story short, Sam knows a bunch of other cats at the party, and he says 'hey, we've got some 'nip in the back room, you wanna join us?' and I'd kinda been interested for a while before that, so I told Danny and Paul where I was going, and then, well, you get the idea." Kelly giggled for no particular reason except that she felt great, and then took hold of the end of her brother's tail as it floated past her. "This is mine now," she told him, matter-of-factly. Dave laughed at that. "You know what I love about that?" he asked, "You did that on Monday when we were cuddling, so I know that this isn't because you're high, it's because you're, uh... you." Petting her new acquisition, running her fingers through its short black fur, she grinned at the guy attached to it. "Didn't you get all self-conscious, though, coming back out with all the, uh, non-felines around?" she asked, "I mean, it was just Barb with me, but if you were at a party..." "Oh my God yes," Dave laughed, grinning at the memory, "as soon as I stepped out of the room I was suddenly convinced that everyone was staring at me, and on the walk home I was worried that every random person we passed knew I was high. I mean, Dan and Paul were drunk by that point, so I fit right in, but you know how it is..."

He paused for a moment, looking thoughtful, as Kelly reached over and took the baggie, sprinkling a little catnip on her brother's tail and then rubbing it against her face, feeling delightfully silly as she did so. "You know," Dave added, seemingly oblivious to this, "When I told Danny what I was doing, he asked if he could join us." Pausing a moment in her ridiculous endeavour, even with fresh 'nip teasing at her nervous system, Kelly frowned. "What? Danny McDuff? The rabbit?" she asked, suddenly wondering if her brother knew more than one Danny, "Would 'nip even affect him?" Dave snickered and shook his head. "Noooope, he just thought it sounded neat," he said, "he wanted to watch. Jeez, can you imagine anything more awkward, a bunch of cats trying to get nipped up with a bun just sitting there, watching like he's from the Discovery Channel or something?" Kelly sat up and made a dismissive wave. "Oh, sure," she answered, smiling innocently, "The two of us trying to do it, with Mommy and Daddy just sitting there, watching like we were the Discovery Channel." She burst out laughing at the horrified look on her brother's face. She felt like she'd been doing a lot of laughing since she got to the garage, but she was okay with that. Laughing felt good, and it was nice to relax once in a while. When she let that thought drift away and focused on the garage again, Dave was protesting the mental image she'd inflicted on him, and Kelly briefly considered doing an impression of their mother criticizing his performance in bed like a backseat driver, but instead had mercy on him. "Hey, Davey," she said, "Look here." When he peeked up, an uncertain look on his face, as if worried she might betray him again, Kelly tugged her shirt up and cupped her breasts from underneath. "Picture these instead," the Maine coon suggested playfully, "That a better image?" Dave's eyes grew as wide as saucers, and he smiled like - well, like he was on catnip, actually, and all his problems had gone away. Holding up the baggie again, she sprinkled some 'nip onto her cleavage and then beckoned him closer. Smiling, Dave gleefully crawled closer to her, getting up on his knees and gently placing his hands on the underside of her boobs. Kelly swallowed a whimper, caught off-guard; on one of the occasions she'd done catnip with Barbara, the bobcat had casually admitted to her that masturbating while under the dizzying influence of the herb was amazing. Despite all she'd done with her brother, Kelly found that discussing self-pleasure with her friend was way too embarrassing for her, at least while nipped up, so they'd said no more. But now those words came back to her as her brother gently took hold of her soft teats, as his hands felt so warm, and she felt a tingle of excitement wherever his fingers trailed against her flesh, even through the thin material of her bra. Naturally, the black cat chose that moment to look into her eyes and ask his question. "Hey, Kels... Can I take your bra off?" he asked, softly. It reminded her of the very first time he'd ever asked that, but as adorable as his nervousness had been, she was a bit too focused on the moment for nostalgia. "N-no," she said, blushing, "We - if we hear someone unlocking the door, I probably wouldn't have time to get it back on before they walked in." To her relief, Dave just shrugged at that, glancing towards the door as if her words had invited doom, and nodded sagely after no one interrupted them. "Okay, fair point," he said, casually, "Now if you'll excuse me for a moment... Hello, ladies..." These last words were addressed to her breasts, naturally, and Kelly's giggles turned into full-on laughing when he pressed his face into her cleavage and began to nuzzle energetically, simultaneously enjoying the catnip she'd sprinkled there and giving her a solid motorboating through his purring alone.

Kelly stroked the back of her brother's head like he was a beloved feral pet as he continued worshipping at the altar of her chest, slipping his nose underneath the soft tuft of fur that grew out just above her cleavage and nuzzling at her teats, occasionally slipping out his tongue to lick at the thin fur. Kelly was purring just as hard as he was, and she couldn't keep from tittering with nervous excitement, even as that warm, irresistible feeling started spreading out from her chest to the rest of her body. But the longer Dave went at it, the more that nervous excitement turned to just plain nervousness, her eyes being drawn to the door more and more often, as if one of her parents was standing behind it, just waiting for the best time to spring out and catch the two of them in their debauchery. Just as she was finally about to stop her lover, he decided that he'd venerated her B-cups quite enough for one day, and leaned back on his own, looking thoroughly satisfied. As Kelly hastily pulled her shirt back down, Dave leaned back in and kissed her, just for a moment, but long enough to make her blush even harder. Kelly was definitely getting turned on, now, and she was actually a little frustrated to see that even after spending all that time up close and personal with her ladies, there wasn't even a bulge in Dave's pants! Fortunately, as he leaned back down and looked up at her through slightly hazy eyes, her brother gave her the perfect opportunity to push all that arousal right out the window. "You know..." he said, his voice low and playful, "I have to admit, the idea of you and Barbara, rolling around on 'nip together, is a pretty hot one." Kelly laughed even as she tried to scowl at him. "Davey! Are you suggesting something happened?" she replied, incredulously, "Don't be gross!" Dave laughed, totally relaxed, and shrugged. "Hey, all I'm saying is that if you were both nipped up, and you were right there with each other, there could be some... accidental brushing or something..." "Davey..." "Maybe you happened to roll into each other's lips..." "Davey!" she gasped, "Don't be a perv! Barb's my friend, I could never, not even if I -" she hesitated, finding it difficult to say the words even theoretically. "...Even if I was into girls," she finally managed to finish, looking like she was tasting something a little sour. It wasn't that she had a problem with lesbians or anything, though she'd never met any in person, it was just that the idea of being with another girl herself gave her the creeps. "Oh please," Dave responded flippantly, "Like you've never imagined me and Danny going at it." Kelly laughed out loud, smiling again. Now that, on the other hand... "As a matter of fact, I had a dream just the other day!" she said, cheerily, "I was on the recliner in the living room, all naked and touching myself, and you and Danny were going at it on the floor for my entertainment." Dave flinched, and Kelly giggled again. "Aw, come on, Kels!" the black cat protested, his ears slowly lowering, "At least I was being all vague!" Delighted to have the shoe on the other foot so quickly, Kelly touched a finger to her chin and adopted a thoughtful expression. "You were really into it, too," she added, "moaning and whimpering in that adorable way of yours." "Kelly!" the tomcat gasped, pouting adorably. "Did I mention you were the bottom?" Kelly asked, managing to hold back a laugh. With a whimper of embarrassment, Dave pulled one white sock off and waved it around in the air. "Okay, okay! I surrender!" he cried, desperately, "I take back all that stuff about Barb!" Giggling, Kelly gave him a peck on the cheek. "Well, big brother, nobody can say you don't know when you're licked," she said, before deciding to make it literal by licking his nose. After that, Dave didn't seem quite so chagrined.

It wasn't long at all before they'd gone back to the bag, with Dave sprinkling some catnip directly onto the rug and the Maine coon lying down atop it and rolling around very much like a feral. While she was still doing this, he made a second mess for himself, and joined her in writhing around atop the carpet. When they came to a stop, they just stayed there for a few minutes, the two of them off in la-la land. Feeling a whole lot more stress-free than she'd been an hour ago, Kelly just lay on her side, enjoying the moment and letting her thoughts wander. She stirred slightly as she felt Dave touch her shoulders, but relaxed as he spooned up behind her, embracing her from behind and loosely holding her in his arms. After spending some time just savouring his presence and his scent, Kelly opened her eyes and glanced back at him. "You know, Davey, you could have been a little more creative with your teasing," she said. Dave snickered, his warm breath tickling the back of her neck. "What do you mean, creative?" he asked, sounding genuinely curious. "I'm just saying, lesbian cats?" the she-cat replied, "That's about as cliché as... as a slutty fox, or a shoplifting rat." Dave chuckled, conceding the point. "Nice analogy." Kelly smiled a little wider and snuggled back against her brother, who squeezed her tight for a moment. "Mmmm, thanks, Davey..." she replied, quietly. After a moment, she blinked and an introspective expression came across her face. "...The word 'analogy' looks like it should mean 'the study of doing it in the butt'," she deadpanned, "Don't you think?" Dave laughed at this, craning his neck forward and kissing her on the cheek. "Or 'the study of people who care too much about tiny details'," he suggested. The fluffy female tried to think of another definition, invoke the rule of three, but despite wracking her brain, she couldn't come up with anything. This meant she fell silent for a moment, and her brother took the opportunity to slip one of his hands down and caress her shapely rear through her skirt. "I don't suppose that was a suggestion, was it, little sister?" he purred in her ear. Kelly blushed and bit her lip, her mind suddenly filled with a vivid image of Dave getting his thing out and slowly pushing into her, right here, right now. "We - we can't!" she practically gasped, "We're right out in the open! You c-can open the door from the other side!" Dave snickered and cupped a buttock, giving her bun a little squeeze. "I wasn't being serious, Kels," he teased, "You really think I'd suggest the two of us get into a little backdoor action right here in the garage?" Frowning, the Maine coon studied the faded, grass-smeared logo on the lawnmower across the room with an interest too intense to be genuine, trying to ignore how hard she was blushing. "It's hard to tell with you," she muttered, "I'm pretty sure you always want to do it."

A minute or so later, Kelly peeked over her shoulder, and found Dave lying there with his eyes closed, his tail moving around too much for him to have actually fallen asleep. "Hey, Davey..." she whispered, "If I had been way into, um, the fake suggestion you made... what would you have done?" Dave cracked his eyes open just a sliver to look at her, his Inherited orbs practically all pupil. "...What?" he asked, seemingly uncertain what he'd just heard. She turned forward again, to hide her grin. "Oh, you know," she said, nonchalantly, "If I'd thought some butt loving was a great idea, if I'd jumped up right away and taken my panties off... would you actually have done it?" His hand had remained resting limply on her tush after he'd teased her earlier, and now she felt his fingers twitch. "...Kelly, are you changing your mind or teasing me?" he asked, finally, "Because I can't tell anymore." Giggling, Kelly pushed back against him, brushing her butt against his groin. "Ohhh, I'm definitely teasing you," she said, "But like the taco girl said, why not both?" Dave tensed up against her as she left her rump pressed up against him, and his fingers slowly took hold of her buttock again. It was when she heard him whimper quietly in confusion that she snickered and gave him a wink over her shoulder. "Okay, okay," she said, "I was kidding about the butt loving... but I might be persuaded into taking the front door like everybody else." As she spoke, Kelly began grinding her butt against Dave's crotch, and he shuddered against her, the arm still wrapped around her upper body tightening a little, like he didn't want her to get away. "S-seriously?" the tom asked, incredulously. "Well, not here of course," she said, flippantly, "But there's always the bedrooms upstairs..." A moment of silence passed as Kelly continued to grind against him, and then he whimpered again. "If you don't want to do it here," Dave asked, plaintively, "then why are you humping on me like that?" "Isn't it obvious?" she replied, delighted, "What part of 'teasing you' was a foreign concept, silly?"

She kept it up for a little while, and Dave remained frozen, clearly unsure what to do. Looking over her shoulder, Kelly gave him her best bedroom eyes and used the 'cute voice' she knew he was helpless against. "Are you enjoying this, big brother?" she asked, breathily, "I want you to get nice and big for me, I want to feel it happen, so that I know I'm doing a good job. You can make it big even with your pants on, right Davey?" Not being an idiot, Kelly knew full well that the answer was a resounding yes, but part of playing up the 'innocent little sister' angle meant asking questions she already knew the answer to. Sure enough, Dave swallowed as she began to feel his penis moving around, even through his jeans, and she giggled triumphantly. "That's it, Davey, thaaaat's it..." she cooed encouragingly, "Make it niiiiice and big, so I know how much you love your sister's butt." At those words, Dave whimpered again, shuddering against her from head to toe. "Oh... oh, God, Kelly..." he whispered, blushing at least as hard as she'd been earlier. Taking advantage of her feline flexibility, she leaned back, resting the back of her head against the top of his shoulder, and tugged the black ear on that side down to her mouth before putting a cherry on top of her seductive cake. "Call me 'little sister'." Her lover shuddered again, and Kelly knew she had won. With a soft moan, Dave moved to hold her tight against him with both arms as he started grinding his hardening erection against her butt, even as she continued rolling her hips against him. "Jesus, little s-sister," Dave managed, "I love your ass so much, it's so soft..." As he reached his full pride, forming a sizable tent in his pants, Kelly purred a little louder. "Like I said, big brother," she teased, placing one of her hands atop one of his, lacing their fingers together, "I like that you know when you're licked."

As brother and sister rocked against each other, their movements were slow, sensual. Kelly wasn't particularly worried about getting Dave so worked up that he came in his pants right here and left her high and... not dry. For yes, though it had initially started out purely as a means of teasing the shit out of her poor lover, at some point, Kelly realized that she too was getting really, really turned on by the sinful spooning they were sharing. The Maine coon didn't want to budge an inch from this position to check, but she was so wet right now that she couldn't help but wonder if there was a damp spot on her panties. She thought to herself that Dave would probably like that, and her smile widened. Kelly loved the way that her brother held her so tenderly, so caringly. She shivered in his arms as he nuzzled against her cheek. In so many of the stories she'd read online in her private moments, couples like them were urgently aggressive in the way they treated each other; ripping their clothes off like they were on fire, holding each other down like it was a contest of strength, pounding into each other with a frantic need as they dug their nails into each others' backs, and then screaming their passion to the heavens as they came. All this, fuelled often by nothing more than pure desire, the siblings' sudden forward attitudes towards each other explained away by saying they had lusted after each other in secret for years. And yet, here were Dave and Kelly Parrish, brother and sister, sharing a physical moment, expressing their feelings with their bodies... and they were barely moving. Of course, she thought, grinning a Cheshire smile, rough, passionate sex had its place too, that place just wasn't in the family garage... As she rubbed herself against her brother's hardness, Kelly shivered with pleasure, appreciating the way Dave's body so clearly demonstrated his yearning for her, even being helpful enough to have varying levels of hardness to show her if she needed to keep teasing. Blinking, the slender female had a sudden epiphany; in the past, she'd noticed Dave's fondness for cupping his hand over her mound when they cuddled in the nude, for actually touching her vulva. What if Dave was just checking to see how slick her folds were, since Kelly's body didn't have any signals as obvious as 'Little Dave', as she called it, to gauge how much she craved her big brother's touch? Kelly giggled to herself, as all this introspective pondering about sex had gotten her even more worked up, and she wanted to do something about it.

Taking her hand off her brother's, Kelly reached down and behind her, and as she leaned away from his body, she laid that hand casually on top of Dave's hard-on, stroking it through his pants. He churred approvingly and nipped lightly at her neck, knowing it would titillate rather than hurt, thanks to the unique pain-for-pleasure response held by felines. It only kicked in when they were already aroused, and it certainly had its limits - you couldn't exactly start breaking fingers or smashing kneecaps - but it tended to give things a delightful edge for cats. But after only about a second, Kelly's teasing fingers made more purposeful movements, and before the black cat could respond, she was unzipping his fly. He stirred behind her, grunting in surprise as his lover's slender fingers slipped into his pants and took hold of his member through the thin material of his boxers. "Relax, Davey..." she cooed, before he could even speak, "I just wanted to give our little friend some air..." Fortunately for her, the pair of boxers her brother was wearing had one of those superfluous button-flies that, to Dave's knowledge (she'd asked), no one ever actually used. "Kelly... what are you doing..." Dave whispered, as she succeeded in slipping his penis out of his flies and into the warm air of the garage. He sounded deeply aroused yet reluctant, no doubt hearing the nagging voice of logic reminding him that this was a terrible idea no matter how awesome it was. "Shhh... just relax, you're still hidden behind me, remember?" she replied, as she lifted up the back of her skirt and eased herself back a little, pressing her buns against her brother's bare cock, their flesh now separated by nothing more than the tantalizingly thin fabric of her panties. As she started to grind against him again, Dave actually moaned out loud. "Ohhh, Kels... that feels good..." he breathed, and she chuckled and looked back, kissing him on the nose. The tomcat began to hump against her again, and Kelly could feel the shiver that ran through his body from head to toe. Closing her eyes, the fluffy female let her mind run away with her for a moment, imagining the two of them getting carried away, going too far, and Dave going past the point of no return before he could stop. She bit her lip and felt the hot, slick walls of her vagina clench in on themselves involuntarily as she imagined her brother panting and grunting in her ear as he spurted hot, wet come all over her panties, her skirt, and the base of her tail. Kelly really got off to actually watching Dave ejaculate, and one of her favourite fantasies was to picture his throbbing cock, held snugly by her walls, as he came inside her. Suddenly realizing how far she'd let the fantasy go, Kelly blushed and opened her eyes, deliberately looking at one of the less pleasing sights she could spy from where she was, an old, abandoned spiderweb with the mummified remains of insects still entombed in silk. Having taken her own arousal down a little, the Maine coon breathed a sigh of relief; living out that fantasy would have meant that she'd also need to walk from the garage to one of their bedrooms with semen all over her butt, soaking into her fur and clothes, and that wasn't exactly a possibility to be relished.

As time passed, and the secret lovers continued rocking against each other, Kelly began to squirm, trembling with need, until finally she whimpered and reached for Dave's hand. "Ohhh, big brother," she panted, "I - I need you so bad... p-please, touch me!" As she spoke, Kelly took her lover's hand and slipped it under the front of her skirt, but as she tried to push his fingers under the waistband of her panties, Dave pulled it away, to her immense frustration. "Davey!" she pouted, "Please don't make me beg!" Leaning forward, the purring male began to lick her cheek, gently, soothingly, like he was grooming his mate - a thought that normally appealed to Kelly very much indeed, but at the moment... "Sorry, Kels," he finally whispered, "But you said it yourself, we can only get away with this because you can't see anything, how will it look if someone barges in and I've got my hand down my little sister's panties?" Kelly tried to determine if he was just teasing her again, but he wasn't being obvious with his tone like he normally was, and she was both nipped up and extremely horny, which made it difficult. She was also rather disappointed now, as she'd been hoping she could talk her brother into actually getting her off; she'd be more than willing to walk around with her underwear soaked with her own juices. As she whimpered quietly, feeling the petals of her flower - her favourite term for her femininity - aching to be touched, Dave stopped humping against her butt. At first, she assumed he was being chivalrous, and didn't want to stimulate himself if she couldn't enjoy the same, but then he reached down and took hold of his dick as it pulled away, and Kelly couldn't feel where it was anymore. "You know what," he said, "I've got an idea that might make us both feel better..." Kelly was suddenly convinced that he was about to tug her sodden panties to the side and slide himself into her wetness, right here, right now. Arching her back and pushing her hips away from him, she squirmed in his arms. "N-no, Davey!" she gasped, blushing, "We can't j-just do it right here! You don't even have a condom! I could get pregnant!" Her blush only darkened as Dave actually laughed behind her. "Jeez, Kelly, you and your worst-case scenarios..." he muttered, and she could feel his whiskers tickle her neck as he shook his head slightly. "No, I had this idea I saw in one of your pervy animes once." At that, Kelly suddenly felt her brother's naked erection between her thighs, and as he spooned up against her again, the back of his rigid shaft slid up against her body, this time pressing snugly against her panty-clad slit. The Maine coon tensed up and let out an audible eep as she felt the heat of her lover's skin against her sensitive lips. Pulling the front of her skirt up for a peek, she giggled excitedly as she saw the light grey head of the black cat's penis poking out in front. As she watched, Dave began to grind against her again, rubbing his dick back and forth against her flower, which twitched and clenched within, reacting to his touch.

Somewhat reluctantly pulling her skirt back into place and hiding the show from prying eyes, Kelly leaned back in her lover's arms and opened her mouth to let her purring sound out freely. "Ohhhh, Davey..." she breathed. Dave said nothing, but teased his teeth against her neck as he continued rubbing against her mound, teasing her sensitive labia with every stroke. Kelly began to roll her hips again, unable to help herself, not that she'd ever want to. After a couple of minutes, Kelly looked over her shoulder, a thought having occurred to her. "Davey, didn't you tell me once that it feels way better when I touch the bottom of your thing, not the top?" The black cat nodded and shrugged, perfectly at ease. "Yeah, the underside's a lot more sensitive, I suppose," he admitted, "But hey, I bet I got a lot more out of it earlier when I was humping on your butt, so I'm fine with you getting a turn to feel better." Kelly smiled at that; that was just like her Davey. She was about to applaud him for his chivalry - or at least his restraint - when suddenly, there came a rattling at the door to the garage. Both felines froze, every muscle in their bodies going rigid, and Kelly could feel her already-fluffy tail poofing up in fright down by her brother's knees. "Oh - oh my God..." she breathed, as the door unlocked, and then she could only stare, eyes wide, as it swung wide open, to reveal another Maine coon, their mother Sara, standing there with a cardboard box under one arm and a rather puzzled expression on her face.

As her mind reeled in raw, blind panic, Kelly found that she couldn't move an inch, paralyzed by shock and fear from being caught in this situation. Their mother had caught them. Their mother had caught them! Sara frowned as she took in the sight of her two children, lying on the floor and spooning in a tight embrace, looking at her like the proverbial feral deer caught in headlights. And down beneath Kelly's skirt, where the other female couldn't see, Dave's cock, still as stubbornly rigid as the rest of his body had become, was pressed firmly against Kelly's soaking-wet panties. Even as she tried not to explode from sheer emotional stress, Kelly felt her brother's penis throbbing lightly against her flower, perhaps helpfully leaking some pre-come onto her leg. Oh yes, they were, in a word, fucked. As soon as their Mom told them to get up, they would expose Dave's dick, and then the questions would come... "What in the world are you two doing like that?" Sara asked, starting with the unexpectedly intimate position she could see. Kelly tried to answer, and found her lips moving, but her voice failed to work, as if the sound was afraid to leave her mouth. "Come on, out with it, you two, I don't like secrets being kept from me in my own house," she said, putting her free hand on her hip and looking at them rather sternly. Dave managed 'We, uh...' before falling silent again, and then, somehow, things got worse. Sara took a single step towards them and stopped, her frown deepening, infringing on 'scowl' territory. "Wait a second..." she muttered, "What is that smell..." As the woman who'd loved them all these years began to sniff the air suspiciously, Kelly found herself on the verge of tears. Sara Parrish had told her children at a young age that she had an Inherited sense of smell, and could tell when they were lying to her because they 'stank of dishonesty'. Of course that was just a way to make them nervous enough to show it on their faces when they tried to lie to her, but somehow, neither Dave nor Kelly had ever gotten a straight answer out of their relatives as to whether their mother really had Inherited scent glands or not. And now, as her nose wrinkled and she tested the air, Kelly could only think to herself that she'd never imagined getting caught like this. Oh God, I'm so wet... can she smell my - my flower from all the way over there? Those tears were threatening to spill over thanks to that humiliating idea when Sara's expression suddenly softened, and she even chuckled. "Ohhh, I see what's going on here," she said, nodding sagely, the knowing smirk on her face not at all the expression Kelly had been expecting.

Turning and leaving the box on a shelf, apparently what she'd come out here to do in the first place, Sara turned back to her terrified children and leaned against the frame of the shelving unit, casually crossing her arms in a stance that Kelly realized she'd unconsciously picked up somewhere along the way. "Kittens, I know what you're up to," she said, gently, and Kelly slowly moved one of her free hands back up and rested it on top of Dave's, needing that contact between them to help get through this moment. "I'm not saying I entirely approve," Sara continued, "But I remember what it's like to be young. In fact, I, ah, I used to dabble in that sort of thing myself when I was your age. Just ask your father." Suddenly, the room was spinning, and it had nothing to do with the fog in Kelly's mind. "Wh-what?!" she and Dave both blurted out at the same moment, which seemed to deeply amuse their mother. As visions of their uncles danced before her eyes, Kelly tried very, very hard not to wonder which one their mother had enjoyed secret trysts with. "You act like I've been a boring mom my whole life," Sara chuckled, "Look, I guess what I'm saying is that if you're going to do it, I'd rather you do it here at home, where it's safe, rather than outside somewhere where you could hurt yourselves." "Hurt ourselves?" Dave asked, sounding just a tad confused. Sara shrugged. "Who knows what could happen when you're rolling around like that..." I'm going to die, thought Kelly, this is so embarrassing, I'm actually going to die. "By the way," the older female said, almost as an afterthought, "thank you for not doing it in the house. Last thing I need is this stuff ground into the carpet. Where'd you get it, anyway?" At that, Kelly looked back at her brother helplessly, silently begging for answers with her eyes, and at first, he seemed just as confused, but as the Maine coon watched, her lover's eyes widened, his pupils narrowing to slits again as comprehension dawned, and he looked up to their mother, giving her a shrug of his own. "Sam gave it to me the other day," he said, "Kelly saw the bag, and she wanted to try it." With a sheepish grin, he added "It's, ah... it's pretty good stuff." It was then that Kelly followed her mother's gaze to the conspicuous baggie still sitting out in the open on the throw rug, and realized that she'd been talking about using catnip, not engaging in incest. In the fear and the panic of thinking they'd been caught, Kelly had managed to forget all about the herb they'd come out here to enjoy!

It was a strange, new experience for Kelly to try and suppress the deep wave of relief she felt washing over her body, to continue looking embarrassed and nervous. She had a sneaking suspicion her brother felt exactly the same way. Well, maybe a little more, he was the one with his junk out, after all... Apparently oblivious to that after all, Sara snickered, giving them a wry grin. "I bet it is," she said, "No wonder you two are all cozied up like that. Almost makes me want to take a picture, wouldn't it look lovely on Facebook? I bet your friends would love it." As she chuckled to herself, Kelly blushed quite genuinely, imagining her friends seeing photographic evidence of the siblings spooning suggestively. "Mommy!" she protested, to which Sara just waved a hand dismissively. "Kidding, only kidding," she said, reminding her daughter that all cats were prone to mischief from time to time. Standing up straight, she turned to go back in the house. "Well, I'm gonna leave you two to it," she said, "I'm making stir fry for dinner, are you guys gonna be interested, or did you already load up on munchies?" Kelly had already heard that from her Dad, but wasn't in the mood to explain that. "We'll be there," said Dave, managing to sound pretty calm, given the circumstances. With a nod, Sara turned to the door, pivoting so quickly that her ponytail whipped out behind her for a moment. As she stepped back inside, she paused halfway through the door to glance at them one more time, and laughed gently. "Just wait until your father hears about this..." she chuckled, and then she was gone, going as far as to re-lock the door behind her.

For a long, awkward moment, the siblings remained right where they were, staring at the door like they were waiting for the other shoe to drop. When nothing happened, Dave and Kelly rolled away from each other in opposite directions, letting out deep breaths of relief. Looking to her brother, Kelly found him sitting up and glaring down at his manhood, still mostly erect and jutting out of his fly, glistening around the edges with his sister's nectar. "Betrayer!" he hissed, frowning at his own penis, "It's not like I wanted to get caught, why the hell wouldn't you go down?!" As he stuffed his cock back into his pants, grimacing as he awkwardly shoved it back into position, Kelly smiled at him. "Davey," she whispered, "I thought I was the one who talked to your thing." Blushing, he turned his frown on her, though by now, it seemed more like a pout. "Don't call it my 'thing'," he grumped, "Makes you sound like a kid." Remembering her earlier thought process, she just smiled wider. "You know you like it," she said, not the least bit discouraged, "It plays into the 'innocent little sister' angle that gets you so hot for me." He averted his eyes with a huff, conceding the point. After a moment, he looked back to her with a somewhat sheepish expression on his face. "I... used to do that when I was younger, you know, when a guy's like, twelve or thirteen, and he's getting awkward boners all the time?" he admitted, "I used to, um, lock myself in a bathroom stall, like if I got hard in math class or something, and I'd get my dick out and mutter something like 'will you go down already? There's nothing sexy about long division, and Mrs. Stellman is old enough to be my grandmother!'" Kelly was giggling delightedly long before he finished, and she moved forward to give him a hug. "Oh, Davey, that's adorable!" No sooner had she embraced him, though, than she remembered they'd been walked in on, and she moved away, blushing. "...You know, Davey, you shouldn't really blame Little Dave for this one," she added, after a moment, "I mean, you were scared, sure, but he was right next to, um, the gates to the garden, can you blame him for wanting to go inside?" The black cat gave her a look like he was trying not to smile and failing. "I suppose you're right about that," he admitted, "But I'll be damned if I say sorry first."

The cats got up and started rolling up the rug - once the baggie was sealed and safely stowed away inside Kelly's purse, of course. "Hey, big brother," said Kelly, as they stood the rolled-up carpet up, "I was wondering... why did you say you got the stuff from Sam, and I was a tag-along?" Dave shrugged and gave her a calm look with those big green eyes of his. "Because I'm not as close to Sam as you are to Barb," he said, matter-of-factly, "And I assume you got it from her." Kelly frowned, one ear tilting to the side curiously. "Well, yeah, but then it's still your fault instead of mine." "Oh, that," said Dave, almost dismissively, "That part's because I love you twice, and I wanted to take the fall for you." Since she'd been relaxing, the residual warmth from the 'nip had returned, and now Kelly found herself delighted by Dave's sincere comment. She wanted to lean over and give her brother a kiss on the cheek... but the paranoia that had caused her to abandon a hug made her too afraid to try it. She checked herself as they tucked the carpet away behind the boards again. Like conspiracy theorists liked to say, it isn't paranoia if they're really out to get you. Reminding herself that the danger was real helped her feel better, but she still defied her feelings long enough to take Dave's hand and give it a squeeze. "I love you two," she whispered, with a wink. He smiled back, and then his eyebrows raised as something occurred to him. "Hey... Kelly, you remember how you said a while back that we're gonna have to tell Mom and Dad about us eventually?" he asked, cheerily, "Well, that was your chance." The fact that Dave had been indecently exposed at the time was enough to tell Kelly he wasn't serious, but that did very little to stop her cheeks from turning bright red with embarrassment. Whiskers twitching with agitation, she pouted cutely at him. "Daaaaavey! I was thinking when we did it, we'd be standing in the living room holding hands," she said, "Not humping each other in the garage on catnip!" Her lover nodded serenely, like this was new information for him. "Huh. Good to know," he said. Kelly giggled, despite herself, and bopped him on the arm.

Soon enough, the siblings headed back inside, and Kelly was relieved to see that her parents weren't waiting for them on the other side of the door, ready to make things almost as awkward as they'd been in the garage. Feeling that things had gone pretty well, all things considered, Kelly started up the stairs, ready to burrow into her room and try and get rid of the residual embarrassment before dinnertime. But no sooner had she reached the top of the stairs and taken two steps down the hallway towards her room than she came to an abrupt halt, stopped in her tracks by one of her own limbs being caught on something. Looking over her shoulder in surprise, Kelly found Dave standing right behind her, having followed her up the stairs, gently but firmly holding her tail in one hand. Twitching the muscles, tugging on it, failed to free it from his grip, and her brother just grinned at her. "This is mine now," he said, softly. Despite herself, Kelly laughed at that. "Davey..." she said, once again expressing more with her face than her words. Ignoring her silent request to let go, Dave nodded over his shoulder, towards his own room. "I'm gonna take this with me," he said, cheerily, "The rest of you can come too, if you like." With that, he started playfully pulling on her tail, and Kelly followed with just the slightest bit of resistance, slowing their progress without preventing it. "I - I don't know, Davey," she whispered, "That was a bit close in the garage, don't you think?" Stroking her tail slowly, sensually, maddeningly, Dave hit her with his most charming smile. "We'll be safer in there," he insisted, "That door locks from the inside, remember? Now come on, we've got unfinished business, you and I, and I'm looking forward to dealing with it." Despite the voice of logic worrying at her from the back of her mind, Kelly couldn't help but smile back, and eased up on the resistance, following the tomcat into his bedroom.

As soon as they were both inside Dave's room, Kelly pushed the door closed and locked it firmly, and then brother and sister fell into each other's arms, already purring quietly. Dave was a full head taller than his lover, and with a happy sigh, Kelly brought her arms up around him and nuzzled against his chest, where she took a moment to breathe deep of his natural scent, now tinged with a hint of the deep scent of male arousal, making the Maine coon shiver with anticipation. Similarly, Dave folded her up in his arms and bent down, nosing at her ears and hair. "Mmmm... I love the way your fur conditioner smalls," he murmured, "It's so... you." Kelly slipped her hands under his shirt, feeling up the short fur on his chest and stomach. "You say that every time," she pointed out. Stepping back a bit to let her take his shirt off, Dave winked at her. "That's because I have yet to smell your fur and decide I don't like the scent," he teased, "If anything changes, I'll be sure to let you know." As Dave's shirt fell to the floor, Kelly reached up and poked at his sternum, directly over his heart. It was the one spot on his body where the fur wasn't midnight black, a four-pointed compass star of snow white he'd apparently inherited from one of his grandmothers. Tracing the 'Star of Davey' with the tip of one finger, the fluffy femme looked up at her lover with need and desire in her eyes. "What do you want to do first?" she whispered. Dave put on a thoughtful look for a moment as he gently guided her over next to his still-pristine bed. For a brief moment, Kelly felt irrationally guilty that they were about to mess it up, then decided it was a worthy sacrifice for a bed to make in the name of love. It was such a silly thought she almost giggled out loud. The tomcat drew her attention back to reality by putting his hands on her shoulders and leaning in. "You know," he said, "I think I'm a bit jealous of how much time 'Little Dave' got to spend hanging out by the garden, so I think I'm gonna pay a visit myself." Before she could respond, Dave dropped to one knee, sliding his hands down her arms and onto her legs, reversing direction once they passed the hem of her skirt to reach up and take hold of the waistband of her panties. Kelly gasped wordlessly as the eager male tugged her underwear down her thighs, clicking his tongue in false disappointment as he did so. "My, my, these are drenched, Kels," he teased, "That's not very ladylike at all." As the panties reached her ankles, Dave reached up and gently pushed on her stomach, causing Kelly to fall backwards, surprised, only to immediately find herself in a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Freeing the garment from her feet, Dave got up on his knees triumphantly, holding her sodden panties up like a trophy. "I love it when you wear the pink ones," he said, "You always seem more playful than usual." Finally regaining some of her composure, Kelly raised an eyebrow and smirked, her whiskers twitching. "You've been making notes on my moods in different undies?" she asked, "You really do have a thing for panties, don't you?" Dave's eyes widened and he dropped the underwear unceremoniously on the floor, blushing. "Well," he said, sniffing haughtily, "I could take a moment and come up with a playful, charming comeback... or I could do this." With that, Kelly giggled with excitement as her brother spread her knees far apart and bent down between them, his muzzle disappearing under her skirt.

The Maine coon's giggles intensified for a moment as she felt her brother's cold nose teasing around her nethers, sniffling at her slit, which was so wet it no doubt glistened even in the shade under her skirt. "Oh fuuuuuck," Dave groaned quietly, "I love your scent so much... I swear we could sell this in perfume bottles or something..." It was a favourite sentiment of his, and Kelly was delighted to realize she could actually see the shiver moving down his spine as the muscles along his furry back rippled. Following his example, and needing to do something with her hands, Kelly slipped off her tank top and started working on her bra. She'd just about popped the latch when she gasped with pleasure, her twitching fingers slipping off, at the sensation of Dave's warm, wet tongue running s-l-o-w-l-y along her warm, wet vulva, starting at the bottom and working its way to the top. "Oh! Oh G-God..." she breathed, shuddering. When that first, solid lick had ended, there was a moment of silence, and then Dave spoke up again. "...Nevermind," he said, totally deadpan, "No fucking way we're selling your honey, I wanna keep you all to myself." Kelly giggled at this again and lay back, quietly churring to herself as she managed to get her bra off, though she was rather distracted by the feeling of Dave's warm breath against her most sensitive flesh, filling her entire body with intense anticipation. Just as she was wondering if he was going to wait until she asked him to do it, Dave apparently decided that the moment was right, and Kelly yelped at the feeling of her brother's tongue snaking out again and licking against her folds. This time, it wasn't a single teasing stroke; Dave lingered, bathing her labia in his saliva with slow, gentle laps of his tongue, making sure to catch her clitoris every time he reached the top of her slit. Before long, Kelly was writhing gently on the bed, eyes closed, focusing on her pleasure, a wide smile on her face as she squeezed and kneaded her own breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers and enjoying the sensation as they grew hard and stiff.

After a few moments, Kelly absently moved one hand down to her waist, intending to take her skirt off too, but Dave stopped licking, and she paid immediate attention. He was peeking at her with the Sad Kitty eyes. "Aww, don't take it off!" he protested, "You look super hot in it!" Kelly smirked at him, feeling playful now that she didn't have to fear getting caught. "Big brother, you should have told me you were in one of your clothing moods today," she teased, "I would have worn a button shirt I could leave on, and worn stockings." Even with so little of his face visible above her skirt, Kelly could tell her man was blushing, and she giggled. "I do not have a panties fetish!" he pouted, "And everybody thinks skirts and stockings are hot, it's a scientific fact!" Kelly laid her spread fingertips against her cheek as she looked upwards, looking deep in thought for a moment. "You know what, Davey? Maybe you're right," she said, "Maybe I was wrong all this time... though just to be sure, we should probably have you model some panties for me, to see if - aaahhh!" The slender female cried out as her brother suddenly grabbed hold of her hips and bodily lifted her pelvis off the bed, burying his muzzle against her mound. This time, inside of teasing, playful licking at her lips, Dave boldly pushed past them, parting her folds with his tongue and driving it into her wet heat as far as it would go, aggressively licking and slurping at her sensitive spots as he moved one hand into a position that let him tease and rub her throbbing clitoris. Kelly's legs twitched and shook uncontrollably as pleasure flooded into her body, her witty remark lost along with all of her other coherent thoughts, and it was all she could do to hold onto the bed for dear life. "Oh - God, I - oh, fuck!" she gasped, using a rare profanity as she writhed and moaned under her brother's oral onslaught. After only a few seconds (which dragged out like a wonderful, terrible eternity), Dave pulled back, peeking above her skirt and grinning at her, his muzzle fur and whiskers lewdly glistening with her juices. "What was that, little sister?" he asked, as innocently as can be. Kelly found it difficult to answer, snarkily or not, as his fingers continued to stroke and massage her poor clitty. Kelly whimpered and twitched, and as his maddening fingers continued to move, she finally gathered up her strength and managed to gasp out an actual thought. "Aaahh! I give up, Davey, I g-give up!" she cried, "You don't have a p-panty fetish, you don't have a panty fetish!" Just like that, the merciless stimulation suddenly stopped, and Kelly slumped to the bed, panting and shivering. As she tried to get her mind to stop spinning, Dave's hand moved down to her slit, and began to rub her outer lips in what almost seemed like a soothing manner, though of course even though he avoided touching her oversensitive clit, in this state even this slight contact made Kelly tremble and whimper. "Good kitty," Dave teased, winking at her, "Looks like I'm not the only one who knows when they're licked..."

After giving Kelly a few moments to recover, Dave went back under her skirt, this time choosing to behave himself. As her brother licked at her entrance, Kelly giggled again and moved her legs, resting her calves against the black cat's back. That tongue licked and teased along her folds for a short while, and then, much more slowly than before, he gently wiggled between them and began to lick at her inner channel. Once she was satisfied that he wasn't going to resume the offensive, and that a truce had really been reached, Kelly let herself relax, and churred happily, lying back against the bed. As her head happened to loll to one side, her eyes were drawn to her purse, which had ended up on the sheets next to her. With a grin, the Maine coon reached over and brought it closer, fishing around inside and retrieving the baggie of catnip. She hesitated for a moment, thinking about what Barbara had said about masturbation, and then, after pushing the unwanted image of her best friend, naked and pleasuring herself, out of her mind, Kelly opened the baggie, took out a pinch of 'nip, and rubbed it around her nose. As the familiar warmth spread throughout her, Kelly shuddered from head to toe. "Ohhhh, big brother..." she breathed, as she gradually became much more aware of what Dave was doing to her, as if her nethers had suddenly become even more sensitive than usual. Closing her eyes, she felt she could perfectly imagine her brother's tongue as it wiggled and moved inside her vagina, rubbing against her sweet spots and making her tight channel twitch and clench, or licking along her walls and lovingly gathering up her nectar, darting back into his own mouth just long enough to swallow before returning to the honey pot. Kelly smiled. She'd heard it called that before online, and it had always seemed too silly, but now, seeing how much the dark-furred male was enjoying her taste, she could see the appeal.

It was only when Dave broke the usual pattern by moving slightly north and playfully kissing her love button that Kelly realized her tomcat had been avoiding her oversensitive clitoris since his little frenzy. The Maine coon moaned appreciatively as his tongue swirled around her nub, and rolled her hips against his face. "Yessss, Davey, that's so good..." she whispered, enjoying the lewd sounds of her brother slurping away at her nethers. A few moments later, as her eyes idly wandered the stucco ceiling, a random thought popped into her head. Grinning excitedly, she gave that thought a voice. "Ooh!" she cried, leaning up and supporting herself on her elbows, "That guy who moved here from India a couple of years ago!" Inside her, Dave's tongue froze mid-wiggle, as if he was rolling that around in his mind. Then he somewhat reluctantly pulled back, leaning away from her slit and peeking up at her with a rather dubious expression. He just stared at her for a long moment, as if he was trying to think of a polite or subtle way to word his reply, but finally had to go with the obvious. "...What?" Kelly beamed down at him proudly. "You know, the human guy who joined your grade after the start of the year!" she said, as if that explained everything, "It just popped into my head, the word 'analogy' could also mean 'the study of Anal!'" She pronounced the word 'ann-ahl', and Dave snickered, bringing a hand up to his face to help suppress a laugh. "...Kelly," the black cat finally said, "His name is Amal!" Kelly's face fell, and her ears lowered as her eyes widened. "Wait, really?" she asked, "Ohmigosh! He's in the yearbook club with me this year, and I've been calling him Anal! Oh God, he must think I'm some kind of weirdo!" She fell back against the bed with a groan, blushing. She took a moment to be retroactively humiliated and then sat up, finding her lover watching her, one ear cocked to the side. "I swear I saw it written with an N somewhere..." she murmured sheepishly, "Maybe when he was in the local paper when the chess club won that tournament. It must have been a typo..." Kelly knew her brother well enough to recognize that the particular lack of expression on his face right now actually meant that Dave was trying very hard not to smile at her misfortune. She appreciated the effort. The tomcat cleared his throat and regarded her with those big green eyes of his. "You know, we were talking about the word 'analogy' like, forty-five minutes ago," he said, gently, "...Are you feeling alright, little sister?" At that, Kelly giggled at her own behaviour, smiling a big goofy grin. Silently, she held out the catnip, and Dave laughed once, shaking his head. "Oh, yeah, that'd explain it."

He accepted the offered baggie, and Kelly leaned back onto her elbows, still watching her lover as he followed her lead, rubbing a pinch of the herb around his nostrils. After a moment, he bit his lip and shivered, as if suppressing a groan, and started licking his muzzle, cleaning her nectar away from his lips. "You taste so good, sis..." he muttered, closing his eyes to savour the taste, "God, I could just eat you all day." Kelly shivered as she imagined the two of them actually doing that, spending an entire day in bed, casually pleasuring each other with licking tongues and teasing fingers, and she churred as her pussy clenched in on itself. Dave had been leaning back in as this happened, and to her immense embarrassment - even as it kind of turned her on - apparently the twitch was visible from the outside, as her brother grinned and glanced up to her. "Oooh, you like that, eh?" he teased, waggling his eyebrows, "I had a feeling you would... you're my dirty girl." The slender female giggled, unable to respond with words, and her lover winked up at her and moved back between her thighs. As he resumed tonguing her, Kelly moaned out loud and shivered again. Barbara had been so right... She moved her hands back up to her chest and began squeezing and fondling her teats, feeling a familiar pressure beginning to build up inside her. She closed her eyes and pushed her residual embarrassment away, focusing on the pleasure her brother was bringing her, squeezing down on the tongue inside her to encourage Dave. "Mmmm, big brother... t-to the left a bit..." she murmured, as that probing tongue slipped past one of her more sensitive spots. When he found it, Dave began to rub the tip of his tongue back and forth over it, massaging it and driving her wild. "Oh! Oh, God!" she gasped, her leg muscles tensing and her toes curling up, "Y-yes! Right there! D-don't stop!" That pleasure suddenly stopped, and she briefly thought he'd deliberately done it to spite her, but his fingers quickly replaced his tongue, rubbing and teasing as he moved his mouth up to lick and kiss at her pulsing clit. Kelly grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it in order to cry out as she was lovingly fingered, only to find even more pleasure from the pillow being saturated with her brother's scent. Oh yes. Life was good.

With her senses seemingly magically heightened, it didn't take long before Kelly was whimpering and squirming, rocking her hips against her lover's face and frantically groping herself as she writhed in pleasure. Her purring had returned, as steady and strong as a well-tuned engine. "Ohhh, I - I'm almost there..." she mewled, a delicious climax hovering just out of her reach, "I'm g-gonna cooooome... Oh, Davey, I'm so c-close I can taste it!" Kelly whimpered as Dave pulled back to grin at her, instinctively bucking her hips towards his face, trying to get his tongue back inside her. "You can taste it?!" he teased, "What do you think I'm here for?" The desperate femme moaned with raw desire. "God, don't stop now!" she protested, sitting up and trying to push his mouth back against her slit. To her dismay, Dave resisted and grabbed her wrists. "Hang on, now, let's be polite about this," the black cat said, casually, "Remember what Mom taught us? In this house, we use our words." Leaning in and playfully kissing her, teasing her nostrils with the scent of her own arousal, Dave grinned ferally at her. "You know what I want to hear..." he said, in a lower tone of voice, "Come on, little sister... beg me for it." Kelly was immensely frustrated to find herself even more turned on by that, but she was so very near the precipice this time that she just pouted and nodded. "Okay, okay... p-please, big brother! Please let me come! I've been s-such a good girl, and I - I need it so bad!" she whimpered, exaggerating her discomfort to look cuter, before using the Sad Kitty Eyes and mewling adorably as she finished, saying "Oooh, I'm gonna cry if you give me pink ovaries!" Dave grinned. That was a joke between the two of them, a term they'd made up when they tried to figure out what the female equivalent of 'blue balls' would be. Even after all this time, the sight and sound of his sweet little sister saying such things really turned Dave on, and he shivered as he grinned at her. "Awww, when you ask me so nicely, there's no way I could say no," he cooed, "Big brother's gonna make it alllll better..."

Moving back down, the black cat took hold of his sister's skirt and smoothed it down to a modest length, making her giggle, and then disappeared under it. Kelly assumed it was entirely because he liked the idea of being under a girl's skirt, or perhaps just because she couldn't see him. As that glorious tongue slipped back into her depths, Kelly sighed with intense relief and shuddered. This time, there was no teasing, no probing and exploring, Dave's nimble tongue sought out erogenous spots within her and rubbed back and forth across them, while his fingers stroked and manipulated her sensitive clit. Kelly moaned and began fondling her boobs again as she started breathing harder and trembling from head to toe, her tail twitching and shaking beside her on the bed while the point of no return grew closer and closer. Unconsciously, she squeezed her thighs together, trapping her lover's head right where it was, and she hooked one ankle behind the other, a smaller version of something she loved to do when they were actually coupling. The Maine coon panted and whimpered her way through the next few minutes, trying to fight the pleasure she welcomed so dearly, until finally, that 'tightening spring' feeling inside her could go no further, and as her resistance began to fail, Kelly moaned her lover's name. "Oh, oh D-Davey," she yelped, "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna... oh, b-big brotheeeeer!" Covering her face with the pillow that smelled so strongly of the man she loved, the shapely femme cried out her pleasures, moaning helplessly as her body tensed up, as her back arched up off the bed, and as a burst of ecstasy spread out from between her legs throughout her entire body, bringing with it a sense of fulfilment that had her purring so hard she distantly worried about it being heard in the hallway. As Kelly's feet twitched and shook at random, her tight channel clenched and squeezed in rhythmic spasms, clutching at the tongue still licking and teasing within her, even as her love juices flowed freely and painted her brother's face with her warm nectar. Meanwhile, as though it were a miniature erection, his fingertips stroked up and down along the stubby length of her aching clitoris as it throbbed in time with her pleasures, and helped drag her moment out as long as she could stand it.

The living can't visit Heaven for very long, unfortunately, and soon enough, Kelly slumped back to the bed with a satisfied groan. Her fur was matted and sweaty, her ladybits were painfully sensitive when they weren't twitching with aftershocks of pleasure, and every muscle in her body felt tired and rubbery. Naturally, she wouldn't have traded the feeling for anything in the world. Although it had taken a bit of learning by experience to work out, Dave had gotten Kelly off enough times by now to know what she liked after she came, so as she lay there on his bed, all orgasm'd out, the black cat gave her tired labia a chaste kiss goodbye and manually freed himself from her limp legs, which he closed again after he sat up straight, as if trying to maintain her modesty. Then he climbed up on the bed next to her, sitting with his back against the wall, and gathered the Maine coon in his arms, cradling her against him and stroking her back as she nuzzled tiredly against his chest. Kelly smirked, eyes still closed, as she heard the sound of her lover licking his chops, greedily licking her juices off his muzzle, before he leaned down and kissed her on the crown of the head. "Was it good, baby?" he whispered, his voice soft and tender, not at all like the playfully dominant tone he'd used when asking her to beg for release. She nodded, enjoying the way her cheek fur meshed against his chest fur as she did. "Uh-huh..." He moved the hand up from her back and began running it through her long brown hair. "I'm glad," he replied, simply, "Nothing makes me feel better than making my little sister happy." She pressed one ear against the star on his chest, and listened to his heartbeat for a while, something she found incredibly soothing in situations like this. Aside from that steady sound and her own purring, there came a silence in the room, and Kelly's whiskers twitched in curiosity - the ones that weren't mashed against his chest, that is - since this would normally be the part where he said the words. After a few moments, Kelly felt enough like herself to lift her head and open her eyes, to find Dave looking down and smiling at her. It was only now, as he gazed into her soft brown eyes, that the black cat gently cupped the back of her head and uttered the phrase that still made her feel butterflies from time to time. "I love you twice, Kelly." As he leaned in, obviously angling for a kiss, Kelly reached up, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, whispering the response just before their lips met. "I love you two, Davey."

The kiss was soft and warm, and Kelly shivered at the feeling of her brother's slightly rough lips against her own. She made a mental note, for about the fourteenth time, to buy him some chapstick and see if it made them any softer... then again, she kinda liked it this way. As much as Dave was making this moment about her, he had to be feeling incredibly horny after bringing her to climax, and she could feel the hunger and the need in his kiss even as he tried to hold himself back. Naturally, after the way he'd behaved, her first instinct was to tease him, but they both knew, deep down, that they both enjoyed it when Dave made Kelly ask for embarrassing things, and she had just come pretty hard, so she decided she owed him a little mercy. As they kissed, Kelly brought her brother's hand down to the zipper on her skirt, and though his tongue slowed a little in its dance with hers, the black cat went along with it this time, unzipping the garment and helping her slide it off, before moving his hand back to gently caress the curves of his sister's butt and upper thigh. When they finally broke off the kiss, Kelly smiled at her lover, and caught him off-guard by reaching down and pressing her hand against his rigid cock through his jeans. He inhaled sharply and blushed as she began rubbing him through his pants. "I bet you need it pretty bad, huh, big brother?" she asked. Playing along, Dave pouted and nodded without a word. "Well then, it's Kelly's turn to take care of you!" she declared, moving to kneel on the bed as he lay down flat. Eagerly unfastening his belt and opening his pants, she peeled the flaps of his fly to either side, exposing the way his erection strained against the material of his boxers. Kelly found it rather pleasing that this particular pair of underwear seemed a bit tighter than most of his others, and rather than just being a vague 'tent', she could actually make out the now-familiar contours of her brother's penis in the stressed fabric. She pulled his jeans down his thighs, never once taking her eyes off his cock, and as she left the pants bunched up around his ankles, she leaned in closer, unable to keep the smile off her face. Dave shifted left and right a little as he worked his legs, freeing his feet from the jeans and pushing them further down the bed, where they were instantly forgotten. Shivering as she watched the way this made his dick lean to one side, then the other, Kelly couldn't resist any longer, and bent down close enough that she could pick up just a hint of his masculine scent every time she breathed in through her nostrils, even through his boxers. "Hello, Little Dave," she whispered, "it's so nice to see you again." She bent in and playfully planted a kiss against the shaft, giggling as it pulsed lightly in response to her touch and a dark spot formed in the fabric at the very tip of her brother's manhood. As 'Big Dave' churred up by his pillows, Kelly stuck out her lower lip as if saddened. "Awww, poor Little Dave, all cooped up in there," she said, "I'd better let you out before you make a mess!"

As Kelly tugged her brother's boxers down and his penis came into view, she did a little churring of her own, quite eager to play with him. Of course, she was usually quite eager to play with her big brother's cock. She thought everything about it was beautiful, from the feel of its soft skin, the way it slid around the harder core, and of course the way it twitched and responded to her touch like it was a living thing in its own right, which was what inspired her to give it a cutesy nickname in the first place. Oh yes, she was very fond of it indeed, though she was willing to admit she might be a little biased. Just a smidge. She'd moved slowly at first, but once the underwear was past his balls, she hurried it the rest of the way down his legs and tossed it away without looking so she could get to the fun part. Taking hold of his shaft and feeling it throb again as her slender fingers curled around it, sadly without producing a drop of pre-come this time, Kelly was fully set to begin when another 'catnip thought' popped into her head. "...Davey," she said, "your thing is grey because you've got black fur, right?" Her lover made a face, a little put off by his pleasure being delayed, but he dutifully played along. "That's right, Kels," he said, "and the rest of my skin matches it." Looking up at his face, the Maine coon tilted her head to one side curiously. "Then why isn't your tongue grey?" she asked, "Or the insides of your ears?" Dave opened his mouth to say something and then frowned. "I... don't actually know," he admitted, "That's kinda weird." Kelly lifted his sac in her free hand, feeling the warm orbs jostling around inside, and peeked beneath with an impish grin. "Your tailhole's also pink, Davey," she added helpfully, using her preferred term for that particular part of the body. She giggled as she saw how hard he was blushing at that; Dave really didn't like it when she drew attention to his rear. "We'll have to look that up afterwards," she said, hoping to assuage his annoyance, "For now..." she trailed off and leaned in, slowly drawing her tongue from the bottom of Dave's prick, where it met his scrotum, all the way up to the tip, savouring the taste of his skin, the slight tang of his sweat. He moaned softly, shivering from the tips of his ears to the ends of his toes, which curled up as he trembled. "...For now," she repeated, grinning, "we've got more important things to think about."

Kelly gently nudged on Dave's legs with one knee, and he took the hint and spread them wider apart, so she could lie down and make herself comfortable between them. She never took that one hand off her brother's dick, and as she settled in, she began to gently, loosely stroke him. She lifted her own legs at the knees and hooked one ankle behind the other in the air, like the stereotypical image of a teen girl on the phone with her friends. Kelly fit that bill, admittedly, but she was planning for her mouth to be quite busy in the near future, so if anyone called, they'd have to leave a message. As she continued to caress the tomcat's prick, she leaned in and teased the tip of her tongue around its sensitive head, and Dave swore under his breath and shuddered again. Looking up, she made a point of making eye contact with her brother as she licked at his cock like it was a popsicle, and Dave bit his lip, no doubt to hide another embarrassing noise, but he didn't - probably couldn't - look away. As she continued, he throbbed again, leaking a drop of clear pre directly onto her tongue, and Kelly immediately slurped it up. There wasn't much taste to this fluid, to be honest, but in the interests of making this good for her lover, she let out a quiet 'mmmm' like it was a kinky treat for her. "So, big brother," she asked, sensually, "how do you wanna finish this? You wanna make a big mess of your tum so that Kelly can watch, or would you rather come in your little sister's mouth? I just thought I'd ask early, before you get all cute and moany." Dave shuddered again, biting his lip, but he couldn't hide how arousing her words were for him, as his penis rewarded her with more pre. Finally, lowering his ears, he swallowed and managed some actual words. "I - c-could you let me finish in your m-mouth, please?" he asked, meekly, and Kelly had to fight off a giggle, seeing the appeal Dave felt for making her ask for things when the shoe was on the other foot. Unlike the feline stereotype of wanting to be dominant and aggressive in bed at all times, both of the Parrish siblings were comfortable letting the other take the lead, although they had an unspoken understanding that between the two of them, Kelly was more likely to be in a submissive mood. Beaming up at her lover now, Kelly winked and slowly slid her hand down to the base of his shaft, caressing his testicles as she reached them. "I would be happy to, sweetie," she said, "Just lay back and watch." With that said, she closed her own eyes and casually took the head of her brother's cock into her mouth, letting out another 'mmmm' that was quite a bit more genuine. As Dave tensed up and gasped, she slowly sank down his length, taking more and more of the black cat's rigid prick into her muzzle, until finally her nose was gently nestled against the fur of Dave's pelvis, the masculine scent of his arousal filling her lungs with every breath. The fluffy female lingered there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of having her brother's hot, stiff manhood entirely inside her mouth, feeling him twitch and shiver as she ran her tongue around it. Then, as she heard her lover start purring, she inhaled deeply and got to work.

Without any further ado, Kelly began bobbing up and down along Dave's erection, her soft lips sliding back and forth against the slick skin which glistened with her saliva as she took his length into her mouth again and again. "Oh God... oh, God, little sister..." Dave whispered, his voice slightly strained, "You've gotten s-so good at this..." Feeling proud of that (and feeling rather naughty for feeling proud of that), the Maine coon pulled back until just the head was still in her mouth and lingered there for a moment, sucking hard on it as she stroked the shaft with her hand. She opened her eyes again and looked up at him to complete the moment, and Dave moaned softly as their gazes locked again. Impulsively, she pulled off him completely and rested her chin against his pelvis, letting his cock rest against her cheek as she continued to tease it. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, Davey," she cooed, "Because I know I sure am!" She gently lifted his sac with her free hand, hefting it like she was getting a feel for its weight, and churred approvingly. "Mmmm, feels so full..." she murmured, "Feels like you've been preparing some nice, warm cream for your favourite kitty." The black cat whimpered helplessly. "Jesus, Kels, don't use the c-cute voice, you know I can't resist the cute voice..." his protests were feeble, and Kelly only giggled. "You're so funny when you're all squirmy and moany, big brother," she teased, ignoring his request, "But if you don't mind, I'd rather not talk just now, kitty doesn't wanna miss a drop of tasty cream!" The words were totally ridiculous, and so embarrassing that she had to close her eyes after she said them. But Dave cried out in a specific way that told her he was complaining on the outside, but secretly loved what she was doing on the inside. And he cried out before her lips closed back around his dick, so she knew it was worth the blushing.

The next few minutes passed warmly and quietly, with Kelly gently suckling along her brother's achingly stiff cock and Dave panting and squirming on the bed as he tried to deal with the pleasure. She'd left her other hand where it was, squeezing and toying with his balls, idly rolling the orbs around and caressing his sac as she focused her attentions on her oral ministrations. She rose a little bit out of her haze of sexual contentment when Dave tensed up slightly and groaned appreciatively. After that, he reached forward and placed his hands atop Kelly's head, running the fingers on one hand through her hair, and using the other to scratch her behind the ears encouragingly. Kelly would have smiled if she could, and settled for sighing happily through her nostrils as she continued fellating her big brother, delighted she was doing such a good job. So she focused on her task, shivering with anticipation as Dave started showing signs that he was getting closer; he was squirming more than before, like he was trying to distract himself, and his breathing was getting harder, but more tellingly, his dick was twitching and pulsing in her mouth more often, and the taste of his pre was a fairly constant presence on her tongue. "Ohhh..." he sighed, "It's so good, little s-sister... I... I'm not gonna be able to fight it f-for much longer..." Immediately, Kelly opened her eyes and looked up at him with her finely-practiced 'innocent little sister' expression, hoping to make it harder for him to resist, but Dave, wise to her tactics, had closed his own eyes. The Maine coon briefly considered pulling off him and using her cute voice to ask him nicely for a 'warm, creamy treat' or something equally silly, or perhaps just leaving him throbbing in the air and making him beg for a climax, to get even from earlier... but at the moment, she felt so good that she just kept going, not wanting to rock the boat. Catnip loving, she noted, seemed a bit more mellow than usual. But she did increase her efforts to drag her lover over the edge, sucking harder, bobbing faster, singling out his sensitive spots with her tongue, even groping and squeezing his sac with more gusto than before. The black cat tensed up again and whimpered as he shuddered. "God... I'm gonna c-come in my sister's mouth..." he murmured, as if to himself, "I can't b-believe my little sister is s-so amazing at giving head..." This was distantly amusing to Kelly, as she always enjoyed it when Dave said naughty things to get himself - or her - even more worked up, but she had practically worked herself into a frenzy, and she was incredibly focused on the task of bringing the man she loved an orgasm worthy of the title. Black-furred hands clenched into fists, gripping handfuls of the sheets as if for dear life, and Kelly could practically feel how hard the trembling male was fighting his impending release. "Fuuuuuck..." he moaned, as his body began to tense up, the moment surely approaching, "Oh Kelly... Kelly... I - I'm..." He trailed off as his testicles slowly pulled up towards his body in preparation, even as a soft hand continued to fondle them. Finally, Dave surrendered completely to his little sister's tongue and lips, and he hunched forward with a cry of pleasure. "I'm coming!" he gasped, somehow managing to sound embarrassed, a little disappointed, and absolutely delighted at the same time. Dave went rigid from head to toe and moaned in ecstasy, and Kelly moved back, lips locked behind the head of his cock as it began to throb and spasm, pumping hot, wet semen into her mouth in strong, regular ejaculations, painting her tongue with thick gouts of his creamy seed. Even as he came, she continued licking and suckling, stroking the pulsating shaft of his manhood with a tight grip, encouraging him to keep coming, to drag out his release as long as possible. It wasn't exactly like Kelly was getting off herself, of course, but as she swallowed warm mouthfuls of her big brother's sperm, trying not to let any leak out, she actually felt fantastic, her heart filled with pride and delight that she'd brought him the same level of pleasure he'd brought her.

Eventually, when Kelly's soft hands and softer muzzle had milked his orgasm for all it was worth, Dave flopped down limply, purring hard, with a satisfied sigh and a big, dopey grin. The black cat was physically larger than his sibling, so Kelly couldn't cradle his body against hers the way he had for her in her afterglow, but Kelly was already intent on making him feel just as loved. First things first, she let Dave's slowly softening dick slip out of her mouth and swallowed the last of his come, shivering at the sensation of the warm, gooey substance disappearing down her throat, and then she carefully extricated herself from between his legs, lying down on her side and lifting one of his arms so that she could spoon against his torso - and so that her breasts would press against his upper chest as she did so. As Dave instinctively wrapped that arm around her back, holding her gently against him, Kelly lifted one arm and one leg, draping them over her brother's purring body, and both of them sighed happily. This was actually one of their preferred cuddling configurations, and they'd fallen asleep like this, with Kelly resting her head on her brother's chest or shoulder, more times than she could remember. Kelly smiled widely at Dave just as he opened his eyes to look at her, and after he grinned back somewhat tiredly, she leaned in to kiss him, but at the last second, he turned aside with a somewhat suspicious look on his face. "What?" she asked, curiously, as she began to stroke her hand up and down his chest. Dave blushed and chuckled. "Sorry, Kels..." he said, sheepishly, "I, uh, I was suddenly convinced you hadn't swallowed yet, and wanted to put the come in my mouth again..." Kelly giggled at that and booped his nose... but she also made a mental note to snowball her brother at some point in the future when she was feeling especially mischievous or needed to get him back for something.

"Silly Davey," she said, scratching at the star on his chest. A moment passed before she blushed a little herself and smiled more self-consciously than before, adding "...Did you like it?" His smile widened as he squeezed her tight against him for a moment, and he winked. "Nope, it was an absolute chore," he said, without even trying for a straight face, "I'm so glad it's done with." As Kelly giggled, her tomcat leaned up and licked her nose playfully. "Of course I liked it, little sister, you should really have more confidence in your skills," he continued, "God, I really needed that, too, after all that foreplay in the garage, and then going down on you... Hey, uh... how's the t-taste?" Kelly wasn't historically a big fan of the flavour of her brother's semen, which was a sentence that made her feel dirty just thinking it. She'd been content during the early 'just for fun' stage of their tomfoolery to pull away before Dave came and finish him off with her hand so he made a mess of his stomach, or to let him release in her mouth and then immediately spit it out into a Kleenex or convenient sock, but ever since they'd first traded 'I love yous', she'd been making more of an effort to try and acquire a taste for it, the way she had with coffee or beer - and he'd been eating a whole lot more pineapple, since he'd read online that it made your come taste sweeter. "Well... it was alright..." she said now, suddenly studying the tiny hairs surrounding her brother's nipple, "I think it's getting a little better, and I'm more used to it by now, it's just..." She trailed off, not wanting to ruin the moment. "...It's just that you wouldn't get it as a topping on your ice cream?" Dave helpfully suggested. In Kelly's nip-muddled state, her mind instantly conjured up a vivid image of her brother, sitting naked on a table in front of her, masturbating himself onto a bowl of ice cream, which she then eagerly spooned into her mouth, along with the coating of thick, gooey feline seed her lover had garnished it with. She laughed even as her face scrunched up in disgust. "Ewww! Davey!" she giggled. Dave laughed along with her, and soon enough they were kissing, holding each other as they shared the moment and purring up a storm.

When the long, warm, slow kiss came to an end, the siblings held each other in silence for a while. Kelly's mind was locked on a single target, and she had a feeling her brother was in the same boat. He managed to build up the courage to address it before she did. "So, uh... you wanna do it?" Dave asked, with a forced casualness. Kelly felt her inner walls clench in on themselves instinctively, as her whole body ached to say yes, but she shoved those thoughts out of her mind just as firmly as she had the ridiculous image of the sperm-and-chocolate sundae, and sighed instead. "We shouldn't..." she reluctantly murmured, both of them very aware that that wasn't a 'no', "Dinner will be soon, and we don't wanna go downstairs smelling like sex." Dave pouted and sighed just as heavily as she had. "I know," he muttered, "Man, being responsible sucks ass... Can we at least cuddle for a while longer?" Kelly smiled slightly and nuzzled against his shoulder. "Cuddling is good," she agreed, "Let's just keep everything rated G." Dave's gaze travelled down from her face and took in the sight of her breasts smooshed against his side, the nipple that was peeking around his ribs, and then kept moving, travelling down to her pert rear, nicely shown off from the way she'd draped her leg over him. Then, almost as an afterthought, he glanced over at his own flaccid penis and testicles, and the residual come drooling out of his tip. "Kelly, we're naked," he said, "We don't even have the sheets pulled over us." Undiscouraged, the Maine coon shrugged. "So keep the camera up here, and we'll make it PG-13, then," she said, calmly, "You know what I mean." "We're also siblings, and you just gave me a BJ," he added, "We're rated R just for adult themes!" One ear flicking with annoyance, Kelly gave her brother a Look, and Dave held up a hand in surrender. "PG-13 sounds fine," he quickly backtracked, "Nothing but cuddles here!" Kelly squeezed her lover tight and rested her head on his chest. "Good Davey," she said, smiling.

With that, the two of them settled down to some quality snuggling, enjoying the warmth of another body against theirs, the quiet purring from both siblings making them feel at ease, and the hands that wandered through their pelts, stroking and scratching gently as they went. Despite their rather mischievous natures, they both went along with the plan, not letting their hands venture anywhere too titillating or risqué. Like Kelly had said, it was strictly a PG-13 affair. But no matter how innocent their intentions were in their minds, Dave and Kelly Parrish were still a young couple in love, and they were still pressed up against each other, as naked as the days they'd been born, with excitingly taboo fun still fresh in their memories. So it wasn't long before their bodies began to react with intentions of their own, as heartbeats quickened, as temperatures rose, as even the mildest touch in the most wholesome of places seemed provocative and playful, making them shudder with desire while they tried futilely to hold onto less troublesome thoughts instead, and finally, as genitals slowly hardened or moistened, tantalized by memories and fantasies about the pleasure they could be sharing, until both lovers were all but consumed by longing for each other... longing to be complete. Eventually, the felines opened their eyes and regarded each other somewhat sheepishly. Neither of them said anything for a moment, trying to find the words, but when Kelly looked down her brother's form and saw his penis twitching and moving about, she smiled self-consciously and giggled softly. "You too, eh?" she asked. Blushing, Dave nodded. "Uh-huh... Should we stop?" Kelly thought about it - really thought about it, not just put on a thoughtful expression for a few seconds for fun before saying what she'd already decided - and then her smile widened. "Maybe we should do something about it instead..." she whispered, conspiratorially, as if these words were even more secretive than all they'd already said in the safety of Dave's room.

Both of them stared at the hand that had been resting on the black cat's white star as it started sliding down the purring male's torso. Kelly moved slowly, to give him a chance to do something about it, but Dave chose to just lie there passively and watch. Finally, he let out an almost imperceptible sigh as his little sister took his penis in a warm, soft grip, and Kelly felt him relax against her. Licking his cheek, she let out a feline murble of contentment as Dave's manhood began to pulse and grow against her fingers, stretching and fattening much more rapidly now that it was encouraged by her touch. Kelly always liked to hold her brother as he grew erect, fascinated by a process her body didn't have an analogue for, and Dave was only too happy to oblige her. "Mmmm... I love that feeling..." she cooed, shivering, "You know, when I was lying here, I did wish I'd gotten to feel this before, missed out since you had your pants on both times I got you all worked up today. Thaaaaaat's it, Little Dave, get nice and big for me... Oh!" The Maine coon tensed up for a moment as her lover paid her back in kind; while she'd been distracted by toying with her brother's dick, Dave's hand had slipped down from her lower back onto her rump, and then slowly slipped under her tail and between her legs, briefly cupping his palm over her mound before slipping a couple of fingers past her folds and into the wet heat within. "Oh, look at that," Dave said, playfully, "you're already wet. Feels like Little Kelly is getting nice and juicy for me." Squirming in his arms, blushing up a storm, 'big' Kelly giggled despite herself. "Nooooo!" she protested, unable to hide her amusement or her embarrassment, "Oh Davey, don't call my flower Little Kelly, please? I - I'll stop calling your thing Little Dave, just doooon't..." Chuckling gently, Dave leaned down to kiss her on the cheek. "I'm just teasing, Kels," he said, gently stirring his fingers around inside her, "Besides, talking to my dick always makes you so happy, so... I guess you can keep doing it." Kelly looked up and smiled as widely as she could, genuinely delighted. "Yay!" she cried, using her cute voice, "I knew it would grow on you!" Dave reached up with his free arm and rubbed at his ears self-consciously. Despite himself, he couldn't hide a small grin. "Yeah, yeah," he muttered, "just keep Little Kelly in mind if you ever feel like overdoing it..." Not put off in the slightest, the fluffy femme nuzzled against her boyfriend and sighed happily. "I love you twice, Davey," she purred. Dave leaned in to kiss her, whispering the other half of their favourite exchange, and she eagerly moved to meet his lips. "I love you two, little sister."

For a time, they just lingered like that; gently kissing, lips and tongues slowly dancing, expressing their feelings, as their hands slowly, sensually worked each other, Kelly stroking up and down Dave's now-rigid shaft while he worked his fingers in and out of her slick depths, both of them teasing and playing at sensitive spots, clearly in no hurry. Eventually, though, Kelly leaned away, and after holding her brother's gaze for a moment, she looked down to his dick, as if she'd forgotten she was holding it. As her stroking stopped, she looked back to his face, unable to resist using a joke one more time. "This is mine now," she said, looking straight into his eyes as she gave his cock a squeeze. Dave groaned as the disputed property throbbed gently in her hand, and he lowered his ears and blushed. "You only ever needed to ask..." he replied, and Kelly shivered at the way he was playing along. She was overcome with a sudden urge as he said those words, actually, and acting on impulse, she pushed her top leg all the way across her brother, straddling his thighs in the process. Dave's hand slipped out of her pussy as she moved, but he kept it touching her butt, clearly reluctant to give up contact. "What are you up to, Kels?" he asked, raising an eyebrow slightly. Inching forward, she smiled benevolently at him. "Well, since this belongs to me," she said, cheerily, "I just thought I would put it away for safe keeping." Dave managed to repeat the words 'put it away' in a questioning tone before she made her move, but he was far too surprised and far too slow to do anything about it as she suddenly tilted his erection upwards and lowered herself onto it, sighing happily as her brother's hard, naked prick parted her lips and effortlessly slid inside her to the hilt. "Ah," she said, making herself comfortable, "that's much better."

Looking down at her tomcat's face, Kelly suppressed a giggle. "You know, big brother," she said, emphasizing the title by giving him a squeeze with her inner muscles, "Seeing you in your bed, all shocked like that, reminds me of the night I told you I knew about the panty thing." It appeared Dave was not in the mood for nostalgia, though, as he looked down at the point of their joining with a mixture of desperate worry and reluctant happiness on his face. "Kelly!" he said, about as firmly as he could get without raising his voice enough to be heard outside the room, "What the fuck are you doing?!" The Maine coon closed her eyes and sighed happily, shuddering with pleasure and clenching down on 'Little Dave' again. "Mmmm..." she murmured, sounding totally at ease, "Isn't it obvious, Davey? I'm taking a minute to enjoy the feeling of - of my big brother inside me. God, you're so big..." She wasn't just blowing smoke, either; sitting still on top of him like this instead of feeling him moving back and forth, Kelly could really appreciate the way his erection felt inside her, the way her inner walls conformed to Dave's contours with a gentle, natural grip, the way he spread her open and filled her up, and the way that even the slightest movement made him rub and slide against the sides of her vagina in a truly delicious way. From the way Dave's face twitched and moved as it happened, or whenever her pussy clenched down on him - voluntarily or otherwise - the other feline was enjoying it too, despite his best efforts not to. "Kelly, as much as I normally love to hear you say things like 'oh God, you're so big', this is crazy and - and probably dangerous," he said, in his best 'stern elder sibling' tone. Unfortunately, as everyone with younger siblings knows, this voice almost never works, and Kelly merely sniffed and crossed her arms. "I did not say 'oh', I just said 'God, you're so big'," she said, deliberately ignoring the point of that statement, "Because you are, you know, you're filling up my -" "Kelly!" he interrupted, baring his teeth just a little, "Seriously, this isn't cool! I thought we were just gonna give each other handjobs before dinner or something, I thought we weren't gonna fuck!" Dave's eyes widened for a moment, and he blushed, looking towards the door. He'd raised his voice, but there were no parental figures banging the door down demanding answers, so they were in the clear. "And even if we were gonna - gonna do it," he continued, more softly, "we sure as hell wouldn't be doing it bareback! Fuckin' A, Kels, you were the one who stopped us from going past hands that same first night you just mentioned because we didn't have any protection! Is this just the 'nip talking? Because I'm still foggy too, and I don't want to knock up my little sister!"

Having had her fun, Kelly leaned forward, placing both hands on Dave's chest just above his nipples, letting him support the meagre weight of her upper body as she looked him straight in the eyes. "David." It came out like a statement, not the prologue to a longer sentence, as if to draw attention to the fact that she'd used his full first name rather than a cutesy nickname. "You know me," she continued, lifting one hand and stroking his cheek in a soothing motion, "a little catnip isn't going to make me stupid enough to risk a bun in the oven. I'm just doing this right now because it's been forever since I felt you inside me without a condom, and I thought it would feel so nice with catnip..." She leaned in and grinned conspiratorially. "And you know what?" she whispered, "I was right." She winked at Dave just as she clenched down on him again, and he relaxed a little. As she sat up straight again, she sighed happily and looked down at her lover. "So... how does it feel, big brother?" she asked, in a lower, sensual tone. The black cat's eyes dropped to his sister's entrance again and he pouted slightly. "Like I could become a father and an uncle if you don't move from there..." he muttered. Kelly pouted right back. "Come on, Davey, I'm not moving around much because I don't wanna risk anything," she said, "I thought you liked saying things that make me blush."

Dave's face relaxed again, and he let out a quiet sigh as he looked off to the side. When he made eye contact again, his ears were twitching, like he was trying not to let them lower in submission. "Well... you're just as tight as ever," he said, softly, "but Jesus, I forgot how wet you feel against my skin. It feels more... natural, somehow." His face took on a reflective expression as he had a thought. "...Which is a really strange thing to say about the way my little sister's pussy feels around my dick." Kelly giggled, blushing slightly. "Davey, don't just say 'my little sister's pussy'!" she scolded, "It - it makes me feel weird!" The tomcat nodded solemnly, but he couldn't disguise the mischief in his eyes. "You're right, of course," he replied, "Okay, how about... That's a really strange thing to say about the way my baby sister's tight, wet cunt feels when I'm buried balls-deep in her." He gave her a perverted grin as he finished. The slender female was so red, it felt like her blush was about to expire and she needed to use all of it up. She couldn't stop her ears from lowering, and she laughed self-consciously. "Noooo!" she protested, unable to hide her amusement, "Oh, God, Davey!" She could only just bear looking at him as he smiled innocently. "So, little sister," he said, "Are you gonna get up so I don't have to worry about preing, or should I keep talking about your lady parts that way?" Kelly laughed and shook her head, surprisingly free of resentment. "Okay, okay, you win," she said, grabbing a white sock from the bed and mimicking his earlier 'flag of surrender' routine. Leaning forward onto Dave's chest again, Kelly gave his cock one last fond squeeze and then slowly lifted her butt off of him, both of them staring as the hard, grey flesh unsheathed itself from within her, now glistening with her juices. As the head slipped free and slapped against Dave's belly, he sighed in relief. "Thank you," he said, "Sorry about going blue there, but it was the only thing I knew would work." She stuck out her tongue at him as she sat down next to him, her inner walls squeezing against each other as if protesting the sudden emptiness, and then she grinned again. "You know," she said, "just because I don't want to do it bareback doesn't mean I don't want to do it right now..."

Dave blinked a couple of times, and then he swallowed audibly. "...But what about dinner?" he asked, uncertainly. Kelly shrugged, her Cheshire smile firmly in place. She churred as the black cat's eyes dropped to her body, taking in the sight of her bare breasts and what little he could see of her vulva from this angle. "Oh, Jesus fuck, Kelly, don't toy with me," he breathed, "After feeling you around me like that, I want you so fucking bad..." Without a word, the Maine coon lay down beside her lover again, and as she leaned in towards his ear, she took his hand and pressed it between her legs, getting his fingers nice and wet. Then, as Dave shuddered, she whispered directly into his ear, her words burning with lust. "I want you inside me, big brother." To put as fine a point on it as possible, she leaned in and licked the stunned male's cheek. Dave stared at her, his eyes wide, his pupils knife-thin slits, until he finally let go of her and hurled himself out of bed, stumbling over to the closet for his latest stash of condoms. Kelly giggled in triumph as he retrieved one and hurried back, his erection bouncing slightly with his movements like it was nodding in agreement with his decision. As he approached the bed, Kelly slid over into the spot he'd just vacated, parting her legs and eagerly beckoning him into her arms. As Dave climbed up and knelt before her, trying to get the condom open as fast as he could without tearing it, he smirked wryly and shook his head. "Damn, little sister," he muttered, getting the rubber out of the packet and slipping it over the head of his cock, "I swear to God, you could talk me into robbing a bank for you if you were naked when you did it." Kelly giggled with delight and reached up to embrace him as he started leaning down, his dick now properly wrapped up. "Mmm, good thing I'm a girl with simple needs," she teased, "and right now, I just need you."

Bending down, Dave dodged her kiss and nipped playfully at her shoulder, making the fluffier feline groan with need. Pushing one forearm under her back to support himself over her smaller frame, the black cat took hold of one of Kelly's breasts, gripping it somewhat roughly as he moved back up to kiss her, his hunger for her showing both in the way his tongue pushed into her mouth and in the way he fondled her soft flesh. As his fingers moved over her skin, Kelly moaned into her brother's mouth. Naturally, she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her, and right now, his every touch was just making her ache to feel him within her. She squirmed and purred and whimpered as he squeezed her teat and tweaked her sensitive nipple, and she responding by digging her claws into her lover's back, which probably wouldn't have made him leak pre into the condom if he hadn't been a cat. Eventually, Dave broke off the kiss with a gasp, as if it had taken priority over breathing in his mind, and caressed her cheek, his green eyes aflame with desire. "Kels, is there any, uh, special position you wanna do it in?" he asked, "You know, since the catnip makes it feel so..." he trailed off, words failing him, and Kelly reached up to smooth out a rogue tuft of fur on his forehead, smiling at him with all her adulation shining through. "Oh, Davey..." she whispered, "this is my favourite position! You know I love to do the leg thing!" The tomcat let out a contented sigh through his nostrils as he nodded, and reached down to take hold of his dick, positioning himself between her widespread thighs. "Then let's not make each other wait..." he breathed, touching the tip of his prick against her slit. He glanced up and made eye contact, grinning and winking at her, and then Kelly moaned as he pushed forward and her folds spread eagerly, welcoming her brother's stiff cock back inside, this time bringing protection and peace of mind with it. In one swift thrust, Dave buried himself in her slick channel, and both siblings shivered against each other. At this point, Kelly noted with a fair amount of delight, even the logical part of her brain had stopped protesting this reckless action, and all she felt was her desire for the man in her arms, and the pleasure his body was bringing hers.

After lingering for just a moment, Dave pulled back and immediately began thrusting, driving himself into his sister's tight, wet pussy again and again. Kelly gasped at the first thrust and then moaned as her lover assumed a rhythm, clamping her inner muscles down to squeeze his prick whenever he sheathed himself in her, gripping him so tight it was like she was trying to hold him in place inside her... or perhaps pull the condom off him. As that thought popped unbidden into her head, Kelly bit her lip and relented a little, though she was too flushed from arousal to do much blushing at the moment. Holding her lover tight, the Maine coon whimpered in pleasure as she felt sharp teeth nip at her sensitive neck, and moved a hand to the back of Dave's head, running her fingers through his short fur as he licked and kissed and played his teeth over her skin. It was around then that Kelly felt that familiar, slightly overwhelming sensation that she loved so much about being with Dave, not just the pleasure of his thrusts - and the hand he'd thoughtfully redirected to tease at her clitoris - but everything about the moment, his warm body against hers, his aroused scent in her nostrils, even the wet, lewd sound of her lover driving himself home, and the gentle slapping of his swaying testicles bumping into her butt with every thrust. Closing her eyes and losing herself to these sensations, Kelly finally gave in to an urge she'd been holding back on until now, knowing it would feel all the more satisfying, and raised her legs, wrapping them tightly around her soulmate's waist and hooking her ankles against each other, preventing him from pulling out completely. Dave groaned, loving what the gesture meant more than the actual sensation, and drove himself home with a little more force than before. "Yes!" Kelly gasped, tensing for a moment, "H-harder, big brother! Harder!" Normally, the black cat would likely respond with some witty, playful remark and then a wink, or perhaps a kiss. This time, though, overwhelmed with his own lust, Dave just tensed up and growled with need before eagerly obeying, and Kelly moaned as he began to pump himself into her with even more gusto.

Time passed, and the secret lovers kept up their sweaty, wanton lovemaking, writhing and bucking and keeping up the steady rhythm, all while they tried their hardest to suppress the volume of their cries of pleasure, burying their faces against each other when they found they could not. As her brother's prick made itself at home inside her, Kelly whimpered and mewled, gripping Dave with arms and legs together even as she rolled her hips against him, meeting his thrusts with a lusty enthusiasm that belied her desperate need for this man. "Oh, Davey," she panted, "Oh, God, big brother, that's s-so good... Nnngh!" She tensed up as a pulse of pleasure spread outwards from her treasures like a ripple in a pond, tingling its way throughout her entire body until it dissipated. As it hit her, her inner walls instinctively clenched down quite tightly, and her lover hissed his breath through clenched teeth. "Jesus, Kels..." Dave managed, once the moment passed, "Your pu- your flower feels so good around me... So warm... so tight... We really do fit perfectly!" The next time he hilted himself, he stopped thrusting, and for just a moment, Kelly thought he'd unexpectedly reached his climax first, and she'd been left high and dry. But then, as he kissed her with a surprising amount of tenderness balancing out his desperate arousal, the Maine coon realized he was doing what she liked to do when she was on top; taking a moment to savour the feeling of full penetration, the feeling of his little sister's vagina wrapped around the full length of his cock. That, added to the fact that even in the middle of The Deed, he'd taken the time to use her preferred term for her nethers, reminded her of the single thing that got her heart racing more than anything else when they were together. "...You really love me, don't you?" she asked, quietly, when the kiss ended. Dave actually laughed, whiskers twitching curiously. "Of course I love you, Kels, I thought that was pretty well established by now. Where'd that come from?" he asked. Reaching up and cupping her hands around his face, Kelly smiled up at him. "Never doubted it for a second, big brother," she murmured, "I just like to remind myself sometimes."

Soon enough, the siblings had surrendered to their lust and resumed their energetic coupling, and Kelly could feel the bed gently rocking back and forth as her brother sheathed himself in her tight channel over and over while his fingers toyed with her sensitive clitoris, making her ache for him all the more. At this point, there were no more words, no more whispered praise or declarations of love, there was just the moment, just their sweaty bodies tangled together in a way that felt far too right to ever be wrong. She leaned up to nip at his shoulder, return the favour, but her teeth sank in a little deeper than she'd intended as the playful bite coincided with another pulse of ecstasy. Dave gasped out loud, tensing above her, and Kelly could taste the faintest hint of blood on her tongue, but they both seemed to know instinctively that it was a very minor nibble as far as such things went, and they kept right on driving each other towards climax without even breaking rhythm. Which is what made it perplexing when Dave eventually slowed down a bit, thrusting into her with a little less oomph. "Nooo..." Kelly whined, "D-don't stop, big brother... I need it..." The darker feline lowered his ears in shame. "I - I'm getting close," he panted, "I don't wanna c-come before you do..." Kelly reached up and touched his cheek, and he instinctively nuzzled against her hand. "It's okay, Davey," she purred, "I don't mind if you go first... I want you to come." Suddenly reaching up to cup the back of his head, Kelly pulled him down and whispered breathily in his ear. "...and I want you to say my name, so I know for sure who made you do it." She laughed delightedly at the look on her brother's face after that, and moaned in pleasure when Dave reacted to her words by growling with arousal and redoubling his efforts, driving himself into her even more energetically than before, while he nipped at her neck in a playful, yet vaguely dominant way that made her toes curl up. The eager male was panting hard and shivering, his pelt glistening with the sweat of exertion, and it was abundantly clear that he was approaching the point of no return. At the same time, even with permission to reach the summit first, his fingers had stopped their playful teasing of Kelly's love button and started stroking and tweaking the sensitive nub with purpose, sending pleasure dancing along her nervous system, trying to bring her with him.

In the end, it wasn't quite enough, and as Dave began to tense up in her embrace, Kelly began rubbing his back, churring encouragingly as he teetered on the brink. "Don't f-fight it, Davey..." she whispered, "Just let it happen..." The black tom whimpered and trembled in her arms, and she knew that very soon, he wouldn't have any say in the matter one way or the other. "Oh... oh fuck... oh shit..." he gasped, "I... I'm gonna... oh, Kelly!" The fluffy female moaned softly as her brother arched his back and drove himself home inside her one last time, grunting hard and gritting his teeth to keep the noise down. Holding him tight against her, Kelly closed her eyes to imagine what she could not see. As usual, in her mind's eye, Dave was not wearing a condom, and as he trembled and gasped atop her, Kelly pictured her big brother's prick throbbing and pulsing deep within her, spurting copious amounts of thick, warm feline sperm into her eager body, only to be smeared back against the skin of his cock by her tight, clenching walls. It was here, as she imagined Dave's love flowing forth out of him and into her, that Kelly felt her own climax overwhelm her. Whether it was the pleasure her lover continued to bring to her or the mental image of Dave spilling his seed into her unprotected pussy, she couldn't say, and didn't much care to at the moment, as she was more focused on the tidal wave of pleasure that suddenly washed over her. She gasped and squeezed her brother with all four limbs, trapping his spasming dick deep inside her, and roughly kissed him to muffle the sound of her cries as she came and came and came, feeling her inner walls clenching and rippling along Dave's erection, encouraging him to keep coming just as effectively as his fingers blurring along her clitoris. When she broke off the kiss, she was out of breath, spots dancing before her eyes from the strength of her orgasm, but she managed to force out a single, barely-coherent squeak before descending into moans and whimpers, a single word that she felt was vitally important to get out. "D-Davey!"

When their pleasures had ended, Dave and Kelly continued holding each other, panting hard, reluctant to let go of their embrace. Dave had never been comfortable resting his weight directly on top of his sister, though, so he usually rolled off her when he was on top. This time, however, he found a new solution, and rolled the both of them over, gathering her up in his arms and holding her against him as he tumbled over, until he was lying down in the warm spot the surprised female had just vacated, and a giggling Kelly lay atop him. She tugged her arms and legs out from under him, not wanting to interfere with circulation, but otherwise remained exactly where she was, right down to keeping her brother's slowly-softening penis inside her. She looked into his eyes and smiled somewhat tiredly. Without a word, they kissed, slowly, unhurriedly, like they had all the time in the world, and Kelly savoured one of the best things about their relationship: as they lay here now in afterglow, both siblings were purring, and against some pretty staggering odds, against the common belief that it wasn't even possible, Dave and Kelly's purrs were synchronized, resonating together and filling the room with a soft, soothing buzz that eased the mild ache in Kelly's muscles now that the adrenaline of The Deed had worn off... as well as the mild ache in rather more sensitive areas, from their energetic lovemaking. When they broke off the kiss, Kelly nuzzled with the man she thought of as her mate, and said the words that brought her so much joy. "Big brother... I love you twice," she breathed, booping his nose on the 'twice', "I know that was crazy, thank you so much for going along with it." Dave chuckled and bumped a 'paw' against her cheek. "I love you two, Kels," he replied, "and hell, I was just about to thank you for suggesting it!"

The Maine coon leaned in to kiss him again, but he stopped her at the last moment. "Wait a sec, babe," Dave said, glancing past her face, "I - I'm going soft, and I don't want the condom to, like, slip off inside you." Kelly blinked uncomprehendingly at him for a moment. "What?" she asked, before blushing subtly and nodding, quickly adding "Oh, right, okay." She got up slightly, straddling her man, and lifted up off him. His tired penis slipped free and fell against his belly with a soft pat, but for once, Kelly wasn't thinking about the empty feeling inside her after Dave pulled out. She was distracted by the realization that this time, her fantasy before she came had been so vivid, that she'd actually forgotten that her brother was wearing a condom. It had taken her a second to remember what he was talking about just now, and when he pulled out, a part of her had still been convinced that instead of seeing the mess safely contained to the rubber, she was about to see her flower slowly leaking her lover's sticky cream. The reason she was so distracted by this was that despite feeling relieved that the condom had withstood their vigorous coupling, the part of her that had indulged in the fantasy was a little disappointed that Dave hadn't really come inside her. Mentally scolding that thought and focusing on other things, Kelly sighed quietly and made a mental note, for about the zillionth time, to get on the pill ASAP. After Dave had carefully removed the condom and dropped it in his garbage, Kelly lay back down atop him and he just held her as they kissed.

Knowing the Parrish siblings, they could have stayed that way for ages, indulging in their love and in the feline instinct for half-asleep snuggling, but only a short time later, there came a polite knocking on the door. After all these years, Kelly could recognize her father's knock before his strong, bassy voice called out to the child he knew was inside. "Dave! Dinner's ready!" Alan called, "Your mother thought you might have forgotten for some reason, wanted to make sure you knew." The emphasis he put on 'for some reason' tipped his hand and revealed that his wife had already told him about the catnip, so he was probably planning to tease them playfully about it at some point. "Oh, and I can't find your sister," their father added, "Did she leave the house?" Swallowing and looking said sister directly in the eyes as she lay on top of him, naked, Dave took a deep breath before answering. "Maybe she went to the bathroom or something," Dave said, carefully, "You want me to ask her to c-come downstairs?" The black cat had done a good job of sounding composed, and Kelly suspected that the only reason he'd stuttered was that she'd cheekily reached under herself and given his flaccid penis a squeeze. "Okay," Alan replied, "Hurry up, don't want it to get cold!" The siblings remained perfectly still as their father's heavy footsteps made their way down the stairs, and then Dave gave Kelly a Look, to which she responded with an innocent smile so cherubic, she might as well have had a cartoon halo floating over her head. After failing to get her to look the least bit sorry for several seconds, Dave sighed. "...That was for the time when Mom knocked on your door and I didn't stop fingering you, isn't it?" he asked, softly. Kelly batted her eyelashes adorably and giggled. "I don't know what you're talking about, Davey," she lied, "I just thought it would be a good time to say TTFN to Little Dave!"

Despite his best efforts, Dave couldn't keep the smile off his face as she licked at his cheek, and he nuzzled back at her. "Okay, fine, maybe I had that coming," he admitted, "Let's just get our clothes on and get downstairs, okay?" Kissing her on the forehead, the black cat slipped out of bed and stretched, and Kelly took advantage of the moment to admire his butt. He picked up his boxer shorts and glanced back at her, finding the fluffy female still lying there, pouting cutely. "Come on, Kels, get a move on," he said, "If you take too long, they'll wonder where you were!" Kelly shrugged and looked down at the sheets, where she traced an invisible pattern with the tip of a finger. "Sorry, big brother," she whispered, "I just... I just wish we could cuddle for a while longer. M-maybe we could be, you know... fashionably late?" Pulling his underwear on, Dave sat down next to her on the bed and gently laid a hand on her thigh. At the moment, both of them were totally spent, so despite the fact that she was completely naked, this was more of a supportive sibling gesture than anything playful or suggestive. "Baby..." he started, softly, "You knew we were pressed for time. When we started, I wasn't sure I'd even have time to come! But I did, and you did, and it was great, and now we've gotta get dressed and go so nobody asks any questions, okay?" Kelly couldn't help but smirk. She liked it when he called her baby, as long as it wasn't 'baby sister'. Dave began to rub her leg, and smiled supportively at her. "Tell you what, tonight, when we go to bed, I'll give you all the snuggles you want," he continued, "I'm gonna cuddle the shit out of you, and we can fall asleep together, the way you like it." Kelly suppressed a giggle; she'd never before heard someone say the words 'I'm gonna cuddle the shit out of you', and it was quite silly. She finally looked up, smiling shyly. "Will you... will you make love to me first, so that we're purring together again?" she asked. Dave seemed surprised. "Really?" he asked, "Again?" Kelly shrugged and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "Maybe I'll need it again by the time we go to bed," she said. Dave stroked his chin, hesitation written all over his face. "Kelly, I love you," he said, "but I only have so much money to spend on condoms," In response, she lowered her ears and made her eyes big and adorable. "Pleeeease?" she asked, "I'll let you pick the position and stuff, and say embarrassing things for you..." Dave laughed and threw up his hands helplessly. "Okay, okay, we can fool around first too," the lanky male surrendered, "It's a date." The Maine coon smiled and started to get up, but her brother stopped her. "Wait..." he said, gently opening her legs with his hands. She frowned slightly, confused. "Davey, what -ohh!" She interrupted herself with a gasp as the other feline suddenly leaned in between her thighs and pressed his lips against her tired labia, giving it a surprisingly chaste kiss. "Mmmmwah! Thanks for the good time, Little Kelly," Dave teased, "I'll see you later!" Kelly giggled and bopped him with one of his own pillows.

Brother and sister dressed hurriedly, in bits and pieces, as they came across their clothes in random order. As Dave tidied up his appearance, Kelly sat on the bed with her panties in one hand and her skirt in the other, otherwise fully dressed. Holding up the underwear thoughtfully, examining the floral pattern on the pink fabric, Kelly sighed softly through her nose. "It's a shame I wore a skirt today," she said, "Or I'd give these to you and go to dinner without 'em." This had the intended effect on her brother, whose eyes widened ever-so-slightly as he swallowed. "Ah well, you've still got that pair I left you for last night," she said, cheerily, pretending not to notice her brother's eyes following her movements as she extra-slowly pulled the panties up and on, closing the snap in the back once she'd gotten the base of her tail in position. As she stood up and started putting her skirt on, Dave reluctantly turned away and picked up a can of spray deodorant from his dresser, dousing himself rather liberally with it. "Oooh, that's a good idea," she observed, "You go downstairs, tell them I'll be right down, I'll just go get some perfume from my room." Her lover nodded. "Sure thing," he said, "Hey, Kels, before you go? I... Oh, screw it." He stepped closer and kissed her again, and the siblings shared one last soft moment together before separating to go have dinner.

As Kelly came down the stairs, freshly smelling of roses, she was greeted by the sight of the other three members of her family sitting around the table. Dave was already tucking into the steaming plate of stir-fried chicken and vegetables before him, and her parents both looked up and grinned at her approach. "Hope you're hungry," Sara said, her tail swishing behind her chair with obvious pride, "I made extras today!" Kelly smiled back somewhat self-consciously and sat down. "It looks delicious, mommy," she said, "Thanks!" Apparently having forgotten to go for brownie points himself, Dave swallowed his mouthful and raised his fork in salute. "Yeah, it's great," he said, quickly, "Thanks, mom!" Kelly quickly dug in, keeping her eyes on the plate, both from the nervousness at their mother having caught them doing catnip in the garage and of course the fact that she'd just been having sex with her brother. This went swimmingly until Alan cleared his throat, and Kelly braced herself. "So... your mother told me she already gave you two the catnip speech," he said, "And I don't want to make a huge deal out of it, except to say that we're not mad, and we're okay as long as you make sure to stay safe... but I have to admit, I'm a little surprised that you two would be using 'nip together." At the other end of the table, Sara chuckled and made a vague gesture that encompassed both her children. "Actually, Dave and Kelly have been spending a lot of time together lately," she said, making Kelly's tail attempt to hide itself between her legs, despite there being a chair in the way, "It's kind of nice to see, you two were so distant for the longest time." Kelly swallowed and managed a smile, but she had no idea what to say. What exactly had their mother noticed? Dave shrugged and managed to speak. "It turns out we have a bunch of interests in common, is all," he said, "It's no big deal..." Sara nodded and smiled nostalgically, her eyes focusing on nothing in particular as she gazed into her past. "You know, it kind of reminds me of when you were kittens, and Kelly would follow Dave around everywhere," she chuckled, "Ohhh, you sure looked up to your big brother!" After a moment, her smile faltered a little, and she directed her attention back to reality, glancing back and forth between her kids. "I have noticed you two hanging out a lot lately, though, so..." their mother cleared her throat and smiled somewhat uncertainly. "There's nothing wrong with it, of course, I'm just thinking, maybe it would be a good idea for you two to spend some time apart... People are gonna start thinking you two are joined at the hip, eh?"

Instantly, Kelly blushed fiercely and looked up at Dave, reminded of how recently she and her brother really had been 'joined at the hip'. Unfortunately, he was in the middle of chewing some food, and as Sara casually delivered that comment, he snorted in surprise and then started coughing. Alan leaned over and began lightly whacking him on the back. "I've told you before, son, you need to take more time to chew," chuckled their father, once he'd determined that Dave wasn't actually choking, "Slow down, savour your mother's delicious cooking." Not missing the blatant flattery, Sara chuckled and smiled at her husband. "Well said. You alright, Dave?" The younger of the two black cats at the table nodded and smiled somewhat nervously. "Oh yeah, I'm uh, I'm fine..." The siblings exchanged a meaningful glance, but quickly averted their eyes, worried about anything being read from that. After a few minutes, as she was chewing on a mouthful of noodles, Kelly dared to glance up at her brother. As though it tickled some sort of invisible sister-sense, Dave looked up after a few moments and met her gaze. He paused as he reached for more food, and smiled slightly at her. He winked at her and briefly held up two fingers on the hand that was holding his fork, and after hearing it in words so many times, the message was clear. Smiling right back at him, Kelly held up two fingers of her own. I love you two, big brother. I love you two.

The two of them grinned at each other for a long moment, enjoying the warm fuzzy feeling they gave each other. Perhaps too long a moment, actually, given that Alan glanced up, caught the expression on Kelly's face, and then looked across to Dave. The Maine coon froze; this time, she wasn't panicked, that had happened too many times today already. She just dropped the smile and tensed up nervously, her feline instincts deciding she should be ready to spring away at a moment's notice. But their father just chuckled and shook his head, looking back at his dinner with a casual smile. Kelly blinked a few times, and Dave frowned slightly, as if he expected it was a trick and their father might still suddenly accuse them of fooling around at any second. But when no accusation came, the lovers' eyes met again, and the smiles returned, this time with a hint of slyness. Kelly could also spy her brother's tail flitting back and forth behind his chair in delight as he no doubt came to the same conclusion she had. When their mother had walked in on them in the garage, they'd been spooned against each other in a very intimate way, even before Dave had actually started grinding his naked prick against his sister. 'Little Dave' had been hidden from Sara's view, and they'd stopped humping against each other when the door opened, but they were still in a very suggestive pose... and Sara had written it off entirely as good old-fashioned sibling love, as expressed through the slightly addled mind of a cat on 'nip. She'd seen something bizarre, and decided it must be the first semi-reasonable thing that made sense. So now... Maybe they could use the excuse again in the future (sparingly!), maybe not, but at the very least, Kelly and Dave could let the full range of their love show on their faces as they looked at each other during this one dinner, and their parents would write it off as the two of them being kinda baked! And she, for one, planned to take full advantage of it. As Kelly made eyes at her secret lover and enjoyed a rather delicious meal, she grinned and stifled a giggle. That train of thought reminded her, actually; they still had most of a bag of catnip left over...