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The engine growled like a poised lion as the truck pulled round the corner and came to a stop amidst the painful squeal of badly-worn brake-pads. The lion went to sleep, and a billow of smoke drifted out the window as a final drag was taken from a cigarette.

"Honey, we did remember the kids, right?"

The pair of white ears and pair of black likewise perked up at the comment.

"You two have been awfully quiet, back there," their father remarked. "You don't like your cousin anymore, or what?" He chucked the butt of his cigarette onto the street, and waited as a car passed before opening his door.

"I know it's only been a month since you've seen him," their mother reminded them, as she and her husband opened their respective doors. She opened the rear door, leading out to the curb. "But, you could at least show some excitement. You'll be seeing him more often once they get settled in."

"He's not really our cousin," said the black kitten, speaking her truth dryly.

"He's close enough, so treat him like one," their father admonished.

They walked up the steep driveway. The mother's high-heels tamped with a heavy clop and then crunched grittily on the concrete in rapid succession with each step. Her lavender perfume wafted from her wrists amidst the wispy flutter of the sleeve of her shawl, and from her exposed neckline disturbed only by a sleek, black choker.

The father's polished dress-shoes squeaked as his feet lifted, the bottoms smoothly swiping over the ground. His cologne was not as strong as their mother's perfume, but when it caught their noses it was clutched within their nostrils so they could savor the sweet scent that smelled like a coming rain.

It was the white-furred daughter's second-favorite smell, but it was tainted by the acrid stench of the smoke that still lingered on her father's clothes.

Their father raised his gently curled fist, his wedding band catching the overhead porch-light. His knuckles rapped against the door.

A moment later, the door opened to a plump, red tabby wearing a light-blue shawl. "Michael, Becky; hello, c'mon in," the red tabby ushered, her arm jiggling as she waved them in. "Hello, Lexi and Laurie," the woman said with a squeal, displacing the air as she leaned over to grin at the young kittens, her earrings dangling wildly. "I could just eat you two up!"

The kittens timidly waved, Lauren allowing a false giggle to show as she twisted, her skirt drifting in tow.

The twins and their parents stepped further into the home. "This place is really starting to look like a home," their mother stiffly commented, glancing at the half-dozen boxes still stacked against the wall.

"Oh, it needs a lot more work before I can call it that," their step-aunt-in-law said with a dismissive wave. "But, y'know, with Kelly's new job and all," she said with a trailing inflection.

"Speak of the devil," their father said as a shadow passed into the hall.

"Hey!" Greeted a tall ghost-leopard, his voice sharp and clear, with a distinct crispness that was like a sudden clarity amidst static. He approached his step-brother's wife, giving her a hug. "I'm glad you two could join us on such short notice," he said.

"Sure thing," the twins' father replied, shaking hands. "Beck and I have always wanted to go to the opera, but I guess we just couldn't find an excuse."

"Well, we thought it would be a good gesture as thanks for helping us feel like real townsfolk," the red tabby said with a set of jiggling chins.

Their mother smiled, but behind it the twins could see she was seething. All along the way she had spoken nothing but venom about how they were only invited because the tickets' original owners couldn't make the show, and it was better than letting them go to waste. "Where's the baby-sitter?" She wondered, changing the subject.

The ghost-leopard lifted a hand to his muzzle. The whistle that blasted forth was loud enough to make the twins wince and cringe out of reflex. A moment later, a skinny red tabby dashed into the room, dressed in a gray shirt with a leather jacket over his shoulders, and a pair of jeans that had been purposefully torn in a few places at the legs.

"Austin! That's not what you wear in front of company," his mother admonished.

The ghost-leopard put a hand on his wife's shoulder. He leaned in, muttering something in her ear.

"I know, but--"

The boy shrugged. "I'd just change after you bounced, anyway," he said in a taunting manner.

"Thank you for watching the girls, Austin," the twins' mother said sweetly.

He smiled. "Yeah, sure, no problem," but it was said with the knowledge that he was going to get paid for the trouble, rather than genuine charm. "Ain't you late?" He said to his step-dad.

"No," the ghost-leopard replied with a soft frankness. "But I guess if you're ready," he turned to his step-brother and step-sister-in-law, "we can beat the traffic and bustle."

"All right with me," the twins' father replied with a shrug.

Rebecca leaned over to give her girls kisses, while the ghost-leopard instructed his son on how to reach them if needed, and ordering pizza. With a few hugs, the grown-ups were finally out of the door.

The teen-aged tabby shut the door and locked it. "Good riddance," he muttered under his breath. He turned toward his step-cousins. He never thought of his step-uncle as family, and so neither were the kittens. He was, for a little while, excited to meet them. His dad hadn't said anything more than he had two step-cousins he was going to meet when they moved, so his teen-aged mind went wild with the fantasy of them as two hot girls he could swoon.

His fantasy was shattered by two annoying kittens that were five years younger than him. They were both annoying in opposite ways.

There was friction between the black one and he, like she, too, had expectations of him that were shattered by reality. Sure, they got along at first, but after a while they somehow got on each others' nerves.

Then there was the white one. She was all cutesy and shy, like she had a crush on him. Truth was, part of him liked it. But the other part was put-off because she wasn't a sexy double-D starving for a dick.

Heck, even the way Lauren was dressed made it look like she was trying to catch his eye. She was wearing a pink dress with a skirt that went to her knees, and black stockings that were made to look like someone had scribbled and doodled on her legs with chalk. On her feet were pink-and-white, Velcro-strap shoes.

If there was one thing he had learned in recent teen years, it was that girls wearing skirts and stockings were trying to get someone interested.

Alexis on the other hand wore a purple shirt with glittery butterflies on it, capris with a pink belt, and sandals over her bare feet.

"What?" The tabby asked with a snarl, noticing the girls were just quietly staring at him.

"Could be excited to see us," the black kitten said, folding her arms. "Or are we too childish for ya?"

"Hey, I didn't do anything, why're you all up-tight?" The tabby countered.

"Lexi," her sister said, then looked toward the older feline. She put her hands behind her back, and lifted off her heels for a second as she spoke: "Thanks for babysitting us. Mom's been excited to go with your mom and dad for a while."

"Yeah, whatever," the teen said, walking toward the kitchen.

"Where're you going?" The black kitten questioned, following him.

"Sheesh," the tabby huffed, grabbing the phone. "Not even five minutes and you're all pissy. I mean really; is it me, or did you just wake up with diaper rash?"

"We had a rough day," the white kitten replied, as the teen dialed on the pone. "Who're you calling?" She questioned.

"I'm ordering the pizza, duh. I'm fuckin' starving." He put the phone to his ear.

Alexis went out of the room, and plopped down on one of the chairs in the living room.

Lauren looked back at her step-cousin, who started talking over the pone. She went into the living room, and sat next to her sister. "You're making this weird," she whispered.

"I really don't want to be here right now."

"Think I do neither?" She replied in childishly bad grammar.

The blow-up was still fresh in their thoughts, since it had only been four or so hours earlier. The aftermath had been awkward. Justin had curled up into a ball for a bit, holding himself between the legs. At some point, the TV was turned on. A little while later, the wolf pup quietly got up, got dressed, and scurried out.

"Stupid."

"Who's stupid?" The tabby questioned, walking into the room.

"Boys are stupid," the black feline growled.

"And girls are annoying," he replied. "You especially."

"Did you order the pizza?" Lauren asked, diffusively.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, "it'll be here in like thirty minutes."

"What'd you get?" Alexis asked.

"Large, stuffed crust, pepperoni, extra cheese..." He grinned. "Mushrooms."

"Yuck!" The black kitten made a disgusted face. "Mushrooms are gross and crusty."

The teenager passed them, going toward the hallway. "Fine. You don't have to eat dinner if you don't want to."

Lauren stood up, taking her sister's hand to get her up as well. They followed into the hall. "You can just pick the mushrooms off," she told her twin.

"Where do you think you guys are going?" The tabby questioned, turning around.

"With... with you," the white kitten replied. "Maybe we can play a game while we wait for the pizza?"

He shook his head. "I'm going to my room. You're not allowed."

"We'll tell your parents you ditched us." Alexis stated. "You'll get in trouble."

He shrugged. "I figured you'd wanna play the XBox, but if you wanna just be bored go right ahead."

Just then, the black kitten's demeanor faltered. "...Whatever," she said, leaning against the wall.

The kittens watched as the teenaged boy went further down the hall, and into his room. They heard a click. After a few moments, the black kitten smiled, and skipped down the hall, toward a door on the opposite side.

It led to a small den, much smaller than their den of lust. Mounted on the wall was a forty-inch TV, one of the better quality ones. On the other side of the room was a futon that was plush and comfy to sit on, and to them was almost broad enough to be a bed even though it was upright.

Alexis was very fond of the XBox360 that they had seen Austin play. Her sister didn't like the violent game they watched; where Austin played a character in a white hood, skulking about and killing people.

Lauren slowly made her way into the room, taking her shoes off and putting them just inside the door. Her stockings muffled her footfalls as she went to the couch, slumping onto it. The screen went white, and the crisp, breezy burst of noise filled the room before the dashboard loaded.

Her sister stood, going to the games library. "Whatchya wanna play?" She asked, turning her head.

Lauren shrugged.

"Undies," the black kitten stated.

The white twin tilted her head in a gesture of confusion.

Alexis pointed, and her sister looked, spotting what she spotted.

Her posture was rather unladylike, with her knees spread wide. Her loose skirt was pulled up from having slid forward when she slouched after first sitting down, and her underwear was peeking out. "So?" She asked, lifting her skirt up to overtly flash her sister. "Big deal if you see 'em."

"What if Austin sees 'em?" She asked. Then, she grinned. "Or did I figure out your master plan?"

Lauren pushed the skirt down to cover herself up.

"Fine, if you don't wanna play..." She went to the stack of games. Rifling through them, she spotted the one she really wanted to play. But, glancing back at her sister, she decided against it.

They were both still a little confused. In truth, Alexis was a bit sorry she had just teased her sister about flashing her undies. It was an impulsive thought, like an attempt to test the waters. What they needed was something fun, something to distract them.

She picked a game that looked cartoony. Opening up the case, she found that it was empty. Looking up at the screen, she saw that the icon indicating the game inside was similar to the title: Jet Set Radio Future

Placing the game box down, she hit the button and went to the couch. After all the splash-screens loaded, despite her clicking the button to get past them, the title screen loaded, and an energetic song blasted into the room right off the bat.

Alexis lowered the volume just a little bit, while demo-play of a boy in a blue shirt skating across the screen was obscured by what looked like some alien-head-speaker-thing wearing headphones.

Lauren watched as her sister started up the game from where Austin left off. She appeared as a girl in a white dress, and took a little while to get the controls down.

It was really boring starting out while her sister figured things out, but as the game went on and the songs changed from obnoxious to obnoxiously catchy, Lauren slouched less and got more invested in the action. It was pretty cool to see some of the fast-paced tricks and moves.

"Undies!" Alexis shouted as her character did a victory dance, and they caught a glimpse of her blue panties due to an obvious camera angle.

They both shared a giggle.

"Hey..." Lauren thought. "You started off as her, right?" Her sister nodded. "Gee... wonder why," she grinned, winking.

Catching on, Alexis grinned as well. "Betchya he plays as her just for that part," she snickered.

After just a little while longer, they heard the door-bell ring. Pausing, Alexis looked quizzically, "did time really go by that fast?" She wondered, setting the controller down.

"C'mon, I'm hungry," her sister said, getting up. "Can I have a turn when we're done?"

Smiling as she followed her sister toward the teen's door, "sure," she replied.

Lauren approached the door, and knocked. The door-bell rang again. "Hello!?" She said, knocking again. The door-bell rang a third time, amidst her frantic knocking.

"What is he, asleep?" Alexis huffed, and darted off.

"Where are you going?" Lauren shouted.

"To get the door!" Her sister shouted back. "Coming! Coming!" She hollered, as the doorbell rang another time.

Lauren chased after. "Are you crazy? Dad says never to answer the door!"

"If we don't, he'll leave," she unlocked the door, cracking it open. "Hello?" She asked.

"Pizza," the teenaged lynx said.

"See? It's a girl," the black kitten commented. "Hi!" She greeted.

"Hey there," said the lynx, "someone here order a pizza?"

"Yeah! But he's in his room, so... uh... Hang on," she said, holding up her finger, and shutting the door. "Where's the money?" She asked.

Lauren's feet barely made a sound on the tile as she went to the table against the wall, and picked up the bills hiding out-of-sight behind the potted plant. "Here," she said, handing her sister the money, just where she had heard the father say it was.

Alexis cracked open the door again. "Um... How much was it?" She asked.

"fourteen eighty-three," the teen said.

The door opened wider. "Here," she said, proffering a twenty. "Keep the change!" She exclaimed, with an inflection of pride.

The lynx accepted the bill, and pulled the two pizza boxes out of the insulated bag. "Always wanted to say that, huh?" She chuckled, handing the pizza boxes over. "Ya got 'em?" She asked, as the twins worked together.

"Yeah."

"Okay. Have a good night," she said, turning around.

"You, too!" They replied, shutting the door. Each holding onto either side of the boxes, they walked into the kitchen, setting them down on the table. "Ugh," Alexis said with disgust as she opened one of the boxes. "Fuckin' mushrooms," she grumbled.

"He made it sound like he only ordered one," Lauren commented, lifting up the lid of the other box. "Hey, Lexi, this one's got just pepperoni, and extra cheese," she turned it to show her sister.

The black kitten folded her arms. "Hmph." She said with a squint.

Lauren giggled. "And you were all thinking he wasn't being nice, but he ordered us another pizza and let us play his games."

"Yeah, fine, whatever." Alexis waved her hand to dismiss it all. "He still didn't answer his door, so... Ya snooze, ya loose."

Lauren closed the box. "No, c'mon. Let's go get him," she said, acting the older sister.

Alexis stuck out her tongue, but followed.

They made their way back down the hall, and Lauren once again knocked on the door. When she didn't get a response, Alexis changed places with her and pounded as loudly as she could. When they still didn't get a response, she turned to her sister.

"Where's a pen," she asked.

"I saw one by the door," Lauren replied, "I'll be right back."

Once, when they were younger and didn't want to take their bath, they turned the lock on the bathroom door before shutting it, staying on the outside. They snuck back to their room, thinking their mom would be none the wiser. Not only did they get in trouble, but they were found out when Lauren had to go to the bathroom and realized she couldn't open the door.

They got to see how their mom opened the lock. They figured out how to do it themselves, and then later got in trouble for smelling terrible because they managed to skip two nights of bathing with the same trick and the added knowledge of how to get in if they still had to go.

Austin had a similar lock on his door. They could tell because of the little hole. When Lauren came back with a skinny pen, Alexis used it to finally unlock the door. She opened it slowly, in case he was just asleep, but what she revealed was far from that.

He was in the other corner of the room, facing away from them, on his computer. He wore a pair of headphones, an expensive kind meant for gaming. But what was on his monitor was not a game, or at least it didn't look like it since his hands weren't on the keyboard.

He was watching a video. But, not just any video. The twins' eyes went wide as they saw two naked boys with a naked girl, on a bed. One of the boys was jacking off, facing the other two, while the girl was sucking the other boy's dick. The boys looked just a little older than Austin, while the girl was older still, with full breasts.

The red tabby's white thigh was clearly visible, his pants around his ankles. His hand went up and down in his lap, with soft squelches and that were familiar to the kittens' ears.

Alexis looked to her twin, who absentmindedly licked her lips. The black kitten stepped back.

Lauren watched as the scene changed, and the girl was sitting upright against the headboard with her legs spread, and one of the boys was pointing his dick at her cutie. She heard a snap, and flinched. When the sparkles quickly left her eyes, she turned her head to her sister, and saw that she was shimmying her capris down her legs. "Wh--what are you doing?" Lauren questioned in a hushed voice.

"Whaddaya think?" She responded, shaking her leg to off the capris, clinging to her ankle as if desperately imploring her to put them back on. She gave her sister a wry grin, her white teeth showing amidst her black muzzle. "You with me?" She asked, tugging on her sister's skirt.

Blushing, Lauren looked into the room at their step-cousin, still calmly pumping his dick while he watched the lewd video on the screen.

The girl was now on her knees, getting fucked doggy-style while sucking the boy who had been jerking off earlier.

Lauren held up her hand in a pausing gesture, and scurried into the game room.

Alexis rolled her eyes, looking back into the red tabby's room. She slipped a hand down her baby-blue panties, tracing over the downy-furred labia just to the side of her slit proper. She was startled when her sister touched her shoulder, and pulled her hand free.

Lauren was now just in her undies and her stockings, both matching. The chalk drawings of pink hearts, yellow flowers, and blue bows amidst the slate-black covered her legs up to her thighs and about her buttocks and mound. In particular was a chalk bow set at the center of the front, just below the trim, and similarly positioned bows on the stockings to match.

Alexis half-wondered if her sister purposely chose such decorative undies just in case she got to show them off. After all, it didn't take much convincing to get her down to her skivvies; and she was also topless, whereas Alexis still had on her purple shirt.

The two kittens quietly crept into the room, even though they likely wouldn't need to given how focused their step-cousin was with the task in hand. Within three feet of him, they paused when he moved.

He leaned forward, and hit the spacebar to pause the video. It was on a close-up of the girl's cutie, spread around the boy's cock. "Oh yeah..." He said in a soft, low growl amidst his hastening breath. "You like cock don't you, bitch?"

Suddenly he felt something hit his thigh. He jerked, his knee banging on the keyboard tray, which sent the video back to playing. It clattered, rolling in half-way, and he let out a groan of pain, his hands moving from his member to his knee. "Fuck!" He growled, ripping off his headphones and turning. Then, he froze.

"Who you callin' bitch?"

Though he heard the words, all that registered was a ringing on his ears. In the dim light of his monitor's glow, he could clearly see the white kitten, and a baby-blue blotch standing next to her.

"Hel-lo?" Alexis said, putting her hands on her hips.

As his eyes adjusted, he could see the other kitten better. "H--how the hell--" He questioned, and then; "wh--wait why're you--" He blinked, noticing their attire; or, lack thereof. His eyes went from the black kitten, who was still wearing her purple shirt, but now her bottom-half was only a pair of baby-blue panties; to the white kitten, who still wore the stockings, but was now only in a matching pair of black panties. His eyes went back to the black kitten as she hooked her fingers under the lip of her shirt, and pulled it up and off of her torso.

"Pizza's here," she said tossing her shirt at him so that it landed in his lap. "Cover up your cock and come eat," she said with a dash of contempt before pivoting on her heels and walking out.

But, the boy noticed her steps were not the typical steps a girl her age would make; they were sultry, with a sway that made her baby-blue rump and black tail swish from side to side. He glanced to the white kitten, and saw what might have been a blush on her cheeks. She quietly turned about, and dashed out of the room, holding onto her tail, cute- and bashful-like.

Austin was left in the dim room, lit only by the glow of the monitor and the light spilling in through the half-open door. The nymphomaniacal moan of orgasm made the haptic lights on his headphones glow bright red for a full three seconds, much akin to his cheeks. Though he only heard the high tones, it still registered with his manhood, sending a tingle down his pelvis and a twitch from barbed base to barbed tip.

After a second or two more, he leaned over and pulled up his boxers, leaving his pants behind as he scurried out the room. Instead of heading to the kitchen, he went left, and into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror for a second, and saw the color on his face.

He decided to wait just a little longer to calm down. He didn't want to be all cherry-cheeked when he walked into the kitchen. He also didn't necessarily want to have the world's most obvious boner, but he doubted the raging erection tenting his boxers would recede back into its fuzzy cave.

Hormones were a strange and overwhelming thing. About a half hour ago he was reflecting on how awkward it was that he had imagined his step-cousins as two hot girls he could get with, and then found them to be so young. But, now that his lust was in full steam, all he could think about was trying to picture them as they were, standing in their underwear.

The front of his underwear rippled in the light.

There was a knock at the door. "Hello? You gonna eat?" It was the brat.

"Yeah, just... tryin' to piss," he said back.

"You better not be tryin' to finish," her voice scolded.

He had to rest on the sink, his knees feeling weak at her words. "Sh--shut up!" He managed to say back. "I'll be right there." He growled, although he was putting on a facade.

He wanted nothing more than to open the door right now and see if she was still as he wanted to imagine her; or, maybe, even more bare. But some sense was reeling him in. Surely they were just being little twerps, they had probably already dressed by now and would try to blackmail him. An unsettling feeling tickled in his gut.

He washed his hands and face without soap. He reached for the towel, water still on, and dried off. Then, when reaching for the faucet handle with an unsteady hand, he knocked over his bottle of melatonin pills.

The pills gently rattled inside the bottle as it rolled an inch or two before settling. He stared at the bottle, and an idea began to form. He took it, opening it up. He dumped a couple of the pills on his hand, and set the bottle down, opened.

He looked to his pill crusher. He didn't like swallowing pills. He took pride in his gag reflex and how sensitive it was; there was no chance he could ever be thought of as gay, since even candy powder made his throat close up. The melatonin helped him sleep, when he wanted to, and grinding it up and mixing it in water was the only way he could manage to get it down--and even then it was unpleasant.

Dropping the pills into the glass mortar, he set the blue-capped pestle in place and began the easy twist. After a moment, he felt the resistance, and then held the mortar steady. He twisted with a bit more pressure, and heard the crunch as the pills were instantly ground into a coarse powder. He tried to twist it more just to get it as fine as he could get.

He took one of the dixie-cups he normally used to mix the pill in with water, and dropped the powder in. Squishing the cup a little to keep the powder from falling out, he exited the bathroom, concealing it in his palm like a magician.

"About time," Alexis said, tapping her foot and waiting at the table. "Pizza's probly cold as a rock, by now."

Lauren was sitting in one of the chairs.

To his dick's delight, Alexis was still just in baby-blue, and Lauren was still in chalk-design. He strode over to the sink, setting the dixie-cup down where they couldn't see him do so. "Why didn't you guys start eating?"

"Cuz... it's rude..." Lauren mumbled.

She was adorably sort of covering herself. Oh how he wanted to coax her out of her shyness, and make her moan while turning her a cute shade of red.

"We dunno where anything is." Her sister said, crossing her arms and pacing about. "We need plates, and drinks. We're just helpless little girls," she said, emphasizing the last few words and trying to keep the corners of her muzzle from flicking up in a smile as she did.

He didn't care for Alexis, he decided. No amount of her bare fur would make up for how irritating she was. As long as she kept that attitude up, she would be a virgin for life. Or a dyke.

The plates clinked against one another as he pulled three down at once. He set them on the table. "What do you want to drink?" He asked.

"What sodas you got?" The black kitten asked, taking a plate and setting down in front of her sister, who opened up one of the pizza boxes.

"The only one you can drink is root beer," he replied. "Your parents wouldn't be happy if I gave you coke and you guys were bouncing off the walls all night."

Alexis shrugged, setting her plate on the table and taking from the box her sister opened. "S'fine with me," she said.

"What would you like?" He asked, finding a soft spot for the timid sister who inadvertently showed him her soft tummy-fur as her hands were occupied with holding a piece of pizza.

"Um... can I just have milk?" She asked.

"Sure," he went to the cupboard, and pulled out two cups. He set them down next to the dixie-cup, and went to the fridge. He pulled out the bottle of root beer, and the carton of milk.

He had originally planned on putting an equal portion in both sodas, but between the attitude of the black-furred sister, and the fact that he didn't think the powder would dissolve as well in milk, he decided it was all going to go in the root beer.

"Ice?" He asked.

"Uh-huh," the black kitten said, in an infuriatingly expectant manner.

He went to the fridge and punched the crushed button, and the fridge sounded like it was in agonized pain as it chopped up the ice and spat it into the cup. When it was about half full of ice, he went back to the counter.

The twins couldn't really see his hands, since there was so much clutter on the counter. He quickly pried open the dixie-cup, and dropped the powder into the proper cup. The soda bottle let out its breath as he twisted off the cap, and it angrily fizzed as he poured it, frothing up quite a bit. He waited for it to settle before filling it up more, the ice crackling and snapping until it was covered.

Then, he poured the milk, put the containers back in the fridge, and carried the cups over.

"You're not gonna drink?" The white kitten asked, as he set the cups down and sat in his chair, moving his plate over. She was sweet to be so concerned.

"Don't wanna fill up on drink," he said, watching as her sister went right for the soda, taking a big gulp.

Austin ate a little more slowly than the girls. It didn't take them very long to eat more than half of each pizza; the slices were thin and Lauren didn't eat her crusts. All the while, the red tabby's tail flicked with each swig Alexis took of the root beer.

After she finished her third piece, Alexis chugged the last of her root beer. She set the cup down with a triumphant clack, wiping her lips with her arm. As the other two finished up their meals, she let out a loud, wholesome burp.

Lauren snorted, almost losing her pizza.

Alexis giggled, and then yawned.

The red tabby's chest tingled when he saw it happen. He didn't imagine the melatonin would take effect so quickly. When Lauren finished the last of her milk, he asked if she wanted more; with a shake of her head, he gathered the plates and the cups.

"Gonna wash the dishes?" Alexis asked. "You sure you're a teenager?"

He rinsed the root beer cup out thoroughly, to make sure there was no trace of his actions. "Just the cups. Mom doesn't like soda and milk scum."

"Such a good boy," the black kitten teased.

He rolled his eyes. "It's just habit," he declared.

"Is jerkin' off to videos of people fuckin' habit, too?" She asked, rhetorically

"Is prancing around half-naked habit for you?" he retorted, walking back over to them.

"Sheesh," the black kitten said, mocking exasperation, "these are all really hard questions," she said, emphasizing the particular word as she overtly glanced at his crotch, which was a bit tented.

Lauren blushed and hid a chuckle behind her hand.

"But," Alexis continued, "I think we can all agree the hardest question is: whaddaya got for dessert?" To punctuate her non-subtlety, she spread her knees wide and lifted her arms above her head in a stretch, and flicked her tongue across her lips while eying is underwear.

He was conflicted. Not about the fact that girls half his age were practically naked in front of him, and that they were acting seductive. He was conflicted because the one he didn't like was turning him up to eleven. He regretted not having a drink, because his mouth felt rather dry at the moment. "It's..." He managed to swallow what little spit was there. "It'll be in the TV room," he mumbled, and turned about, walking down the hall.

Alexis glanced at her sister with a grin.

"You... sure about this?" Lauren asked.

Alexis nodded, her face relaxing. "I'm... horny," she admitted in a whisper, "and I didn't get to do anything with Justy," she said, her tone referring to how Lauren got to have a private session with the wolf pup. "Can ya really blame me?" She asked in defense.

Lauren shook her head. "It just... feels a little weird," she replied. She touched her cheeks, adding; "But... just a little," she clarified, unable to deny her own reactions.

"C'mon," the black kitten said, taking her sister's hand, "he's older... maybe he'll be bigger, and taste better," she said with excitement.

Lauren's chest was getting red again as she was led by her sister past the living room and into the hallway. The lights had been dimmed, as if to keep peepers from seeing into the home, despite the curtains being closed. When they got into the room, he was getting it ready, laying out towels.

"You guys left the game running," he grumbled. "You didn't save over my file, did you?"

"We didn't," Lauren spoke up, while her sister was occupied with a yawn, "promise."

The red tabby caught the black kitten's yawn, his heart thumping again. His plan had formed while he was walking to the room and getting things ready. His blood tingled with excitement as he thought about what was going to happen.

He was going to slough off his virginity; it didn't matter that they were still in elementary school. Heck, if sixth-graders were fifty points, they must be a thousand; but, a part of him knew that this night should never be spoken about to his friends.

"Whatever," he said, motioning to the futon. "Sit there," he instructed.

Lauren was the one to lead, her nerves letting the command get to her. After she had so hastily gotten in to place, she realized it might have looked like she was really eager; in a way, it was partly true.

Alexis went over a little more slowly, but before she sat down she paused, facing the couch. She slipped her fingers into her waistband, and pulled her underwear down, leaning forward and lifting her tail. She lifted her legs up one at a time to get them through the leg-holes, and then let her panties fall to the carpet. When she turned and sat down, she reclined back a little, and spread her knees wide. "This is what you like, isn't it?"

He was already at half-mast, so when the black kitten flashed him her goods so boldly, his boxers were tented in a single throb.

She looked to her sister with a nod. "Oh yeah, he likes it," she said, smugly.

"B-Bet I know what you like," he said, trying to deflect and hide just how much she influenced him.

She rested her arms up behind her head, and slit her lids. "I like cock, duh," she replied, drawing upon what he mumbled at the girl in the video earlier. She flicked her tail in a come-hither motion.

Though he was frustrated at how she was able to push his buttons, his lower brain pulled him toward her. When he was just a few inches from her knees, she lifted her legs and poised her feet in front of her, and she rested them on his thighs. It took all of his endurance to keep from buckling when she impressively snagged his waistband by her toes, and pulled his underwear down with her feet.

Then, he heard the most adorably sexy gasp come from the white kitten, that made his fur stand on end with pride.

Alexis glanced at her twin sister with an expression. They exchanged a silent conversation, commenting in a language that only they understood.

He was longer than the wolf pup, but thinner. In fact, he was almost the opposite; where the wolf was thin at the tip and got thicker at the base, even before his knot swelled up, Austin's was at its thickest just a few inches away from the tip. That part was vaguely cone-shaped, and had a gazillion curious little hairs sticking out of it.

"Lie down," he instructed to her, and squatted down, pulling the futon so that it was flat.

Alexis glanced at her sister, and Lauren, who had lost her comfortable back-support, turned to sit cross-legged on the futon. Alexis smiled, and lied down with her head in her sister's lap.

When he stood up, he saw how they were positioned, and his penis twitched. He picked up the controller that was on the ground, and twisted to look at the TV. He navigated to his games, and found one in particular.

His friend had gotten him some points for his birthday, and Austin had heard about a game that was anything but a game. He convinced his dad to let him try out the online functionality, which he genuinely wanted to try, but really it was just to give him the opportunity to download the game.

He thought it would be fun to try it, but he found it didn't really work like he thought it might. It was awkward, and, though he could manage, it just wasn't worth it when he had already found easier methods. But he imagined that, for a girl, it would work no problem--and he was about to test that hypothesis.

He selected Rumble Massage. He could have downloaded it for free, but there were some extra features that came with the purchased version. The premise of the "game" was that it simply activated the rumble on the controller. Of course, by name, it was intended to be for a massage, but who the fuck would be dense enough to only do that?

Setting the controller down on the edge of the futon, he got up on it. "Ready for your dessert?" He asked.

"Oooo," she cooed, "what's it gonna be?" She asked.

His arousal didn't even think about whether or not the question was genuine, or if she knew what to expect. "Open your mouth, close your eyes, and I will give a big surprise," he replied.

She glanced up at her sister for a second, conveying that she felt this was more the white kitten's interest and expertise than hers; she thought she was pretty clear what she wanted earlier. But with a shrug from her sister, she complied with the familiar instructions that usually implied someone was going to put something vile on her tongue.

Lauren watched as the teen feline crawled over her sister, his rump positioned level with her muzzle. She could see his fuzzy pouch, and how the right one was covered in white fur, while the left one had a splash of red fur. She caught her sister yawning again, while their step-cousin got comfortable and in position. She blinked with anticipation as his strange tip lowered to her sister's tongue. Once it touched, she sucked him right in, and he moaned in delight.

Lauren squirmed a little, in part to try and at least soothe the itch of arousal that tickled her labia as a bit of moisture touched her undies, which then touched back against her vulva.

Austin's heart thundered in his chest. For a few seconds, he went limp, paralyzed with pleasure as his bratty step-cousin's tongue explored the texture of his barbs. The tip of her tongue ran over some of them, tugging them along until they couldn't hold to her tongue. The warmth and wetness was foreign to his manhood, which up until now had only been surrounded by a lotion-coated hand. This was leagues better than anything he could ever achieve on his own, and this was only a stepping-stone that he expected to "deal with" while he worked toward his true desired goal.

He now understood the wonderful ways of the blowjob, which oddly enough did not involve much literal blowing.

After a moment of basking in the pleasure of having his manhood tenderly suckled, he managed to gain his wits. He one-handed the controller, the screen brightening again after having fallen asleep from being idle. He started the "game," and got the controller vibrating.

He didn't expect the moan when he touched the right hand-grip between her legs. Or, rather, he didn't expect the feeling of her moan on his dick. The tickling vibration from her throat traveled up his tip and into his balls, making him throb within her muzzle.

It was a feedback loop, like he had learned in biology. A loop of pleasure, where he would make her feel good by touching her genitals in certain places with the vibrating controller, and she would make him feel good by vibrating his masculinity with her moans.

He could smell something, too. Something... musky. It was a similar scent to his own musk after he came; but where his was thick and pungent, this was fleeting and fragrant. When his eyes weren't crossing, he noticed the controller was getting sort of wet, and another tingle of excitement trickled through him. She was getting moist, lubricating herself in anticipation of the cock that she was tasting.

Too bad she wouldn't get it, the bratty little bitch.

He lost focus on the pleasure when she reached down, and guided him to move the controller around a little bit. He looked at the screen, and upped the vibration, and complied with her guidance. Anything to get her to cum faster.

He had heard that girls take a while, and that sometimes guys were too quick. He was under the impression that knowing this would help him from losing his steam too early, but he was finding it difficult to resist succumbing to the pleasure. He didn't want to have to wait in any fashion at all, and he certainly didn't want to give this twin any more than necessary.

After another moment, he felt her do something strange. At first, he thought it was the start of some different pattern of stimulation to his sensitive dick, but then he realized what it was: another yawn. The melatonin was making her sleepy, and if he could get her to cum, she might pass out.

He hoped she would pass out.

The controller began vibrating almost angrily. He upped it to the maximum; the true maximum, which came with the purchase of the game. He fumbled it around, trying to get the vibrating part to touch her clit. He hit the spot, based on her reaction; she began to moan in earnest, and her pelvis lifted up.

His heart began to race again, and the tingling in his own loins and chest began to swell. This was it. It was about to happen. He was about to really make a real girl have a real orgasm. Just that thought alone was enough to tempt him into his own throes, and he desperately thought of his algebra teacher's fat-rolls to try and calm himself down.

Just as he saw her toes curl, her knees fall to the side, her pelvis begin to twitch, and just as she moaned more intensely around him than ever before; he felt something touch his balls. They were cradled, and given soft kisses. He tried to get away, tried to resist comprehending the whole thing, but the extra gesture was too much.

Fuck, she was terrifyingly adorable.

His own body lurched, and the controller tumbled off the futon and clattered and buzzed on the carpet below. He had only managed to get away from the girl's mouth, and so he was frantically inseminating her chest and tummy; his penis was even held still by that little slut in stockings, aiming him here and there. When he was finished, he shakily tried to crawl forward, but again his limbs went limp when another set of lips wrapped around his tip, getting a couple of gentle suckles in, as well as drawing out the last of his semen, before popping off with the sound of a cheek-peck.

He then managed to crawl enough away that he could roll over. Breathing heavily, and light-headed, he glanced to the kittens. Though he was now a little numb to the swirling feelings and endorphins, the sight of the black kitten's chest and tummy spattered with his spunk, and his manhood's desire leaning over her and licking it up, stoked what little fizzling embers there were in his libido, keeping it warm.

The white kitten's tongue flicked over her sister's body, picking up the musky-smelling trails of cum from her black fur. It tasted much saltier than the wolf's, and the smell of it made her sinuses tickle in a very different way. It smelled... better, somehow. Like how she would accept vanilla ice cream, but she would go crazy for mint chocolate chip.

After she was done cleaning her sibling, she noticed that Alexis had fallen asleep. "Hey," she tried to say, gently shaking her sister.

The red tabby suddenly burst to life. "No, stop, don't wake her up!" He said in a tense hush, holding the white kitten's arm to still it.

Alexis moaned in her sleep, and for a second the red tabby thought all his planning had gone to waste. But she merely rolled over and drifted back to sleep.

"Let's let her rest," Austin suggested, crawling off the futon enough to reach for the controller. He pushed the button on it to shut the game console off, and the room was left in sudden silence. He carefully got off the futon so as not to disturb it too much, and walked to the other side to his little white-furred desire. "C'mon," he said, holding out his hand, "so we don't bother her."

Lauren hesitated for a moment, looking at her sister. But then, his hand touched her shoulder, urging her, and so she grabbed it. She scooted off the futon, and followed her step-cousin out into the hall, after he took a second to snag a towel.

Austin's heart was hammering now, as he quietly closed the door so it was ajar. He led his admiration toward his room, letting her go in first. When he passed through the threshold, he turned on the light and closed his door all the way, locking it. Even if she did wake up, she wouldn't be bothering him.

He went to his bed, and pulled off the covers, laying the towel down. "You can hop up here," he said, patting it.

Lauren went to his bed, and quietly climbed on, listening to it squeak under her weight.

As she slowly got comfortable on his bed, he went to his computer desk. He caught the site of her rump as she crawled over to the towel, and licked his lips. He reached for his digital camera, and made sure there was a card in it. When he stood up, she was sitting cross-legged and facing him, her hands behind her knees so that her body was not obstructed. She had the cutest rosy color to her cheeks.

He went to his bed, sitting partly on it. "You know..." He said, sounding as genuine as he could. "I think you're really pretty," he remarked; and added, "prettier than your sister." He delighted in the way she sort of squirmed.

"Really?" She questioned, as if unsure of his words.

"Really," he reassured. "In fact, I think you could be a super-model," he proclaimed.

Her face twisted in skepticism. "You're just saying stuff," she declared.

"Well, okay, you're a little young to be a super-model," he admitted. "But... I still think you look pretty." He lifted up the camera to gesture attention to it. "But, wanna pretend like you're a super-model? I can take pictures of you being cute and pretty, just like a real super-model."

She hummed with thought, shifting so that her hands rested on her knees, gripping them. "Um... what'll you do with the pictures?"

He smiled. "Um... well, if you'll let me, I'd like to keep them. Maybe... maybe I'll even jack off to them, instead of those videos," he replied. The blush on her cheeks deepened, and he started to feel the stirrings in his loins.

"You... p-promise not to show them to anyone else?"

"Of course not," he said, holding his hand over his heart. "Besides, I wanna keep them all to myself, anyway. It'll just be between you and me, deal?"

She squirmed a little more, mulling it over. "Um... o-okay, if you promise."

"Pinkie-swear," he said, extending out his hand, pinkie proffered. It only took her a few seconds to meet him with her own, and they gave three shakes.

"So... wh-what do I do?" She asked.

He had to keep from blurting out his thoughts. "W-Well, I'll tell you to strike some poses, and then I'll take some pictures. So... just do what I tell you, okay?"

She nodded.

"First... just sit like how you are, but lean back a little."

She did so, supporting herself by her palms.

"Pinch your shoulders to your neck a little more... that's it," he knelt on his bed in front of her, and angled his camera down, getting a good shot of her front, and especially down where her panties covered her mound. He took a few pictures, checking them out. "Hmm, lemme turn the flash off," he did so, deleting the pictures, and retook them. Calibrated, he took a couple more pictures, in particular getting a close-up of her nipples and down at her crotch.

She let out a mew, watching as the camera focused on her clad nethers.

He looked up, "what's wrong?"

"It's just... embarrassing... cuz you're taking pictures of my cutie," she explained.

His dick throbbed. "Your... cutie?" He asked.

She nodded, blushing again.

He had to swallow. There were so many words he knew for that part of a girl's body, but he had never thought of that one. It was... oddly perfect. It sounded so innocent, so... well, cute. It reminded him all the more of her age, and yet that only made him harder.

"Are... are you okay?" She asked. "You're dick is stiff," she pointed out.

He smiled. "Y-Yeah, it's just... well, your, um... your... cutie is still all covered up, so I haven't really taken a picture of it. Just your undies."

He expected her say something elusive, and then he would respond in some way that would convince her to let him take off her underwear. But he didn't even get the chance for that. Quietly, she reached for her waistband. "Oh... what are you doing?" He said, switching tactics.

"Sh--Showin' you my cutie," she replied.

He rested his hand on hers, setting the camera beside them on the bed. "Can I?" He requested. In response, her hand slipped out from under his. He had always wanted to take off a girl's panties, and this was just perfect. He slipped his fingers into the band from along her thighs, and pulled back. They bunched up a little, and he paused as she straightened her legs out. Then, more unceremoniously than he was expecting, her panties slipped off her ankles, still covered by the matching stockings.

He looked at the panties, and saw the wet spot on the crotch. He pressed it to his nose, and sniffed.

She giggled.

He peeked over at her, not yet wanting to spoil himself by looking at her... cutie. "What?" He asked.

"You boys really like to sniff girls' undies." She observed.

He set the panties aside. "Who else do you know that likes to sniff girls' undies?" He asked.

"Uh..." Lauren sat up. "I-I just meant--"

The panicked look on her face was all too telling. "Your sister was way too good at sucking dick, y'know." He pointed out, now that he wasn't overwhelmed with arousal and could reason that out. "It's almost like you guys have done this kinda thing before."

She could only let out a nervous mew.

"Hey, it's okay," he reassured, resting his hand on her knee. "Long as it's not your dad or something..." He mumbled.

"N-No," she shook her head. "He's... K-Kinda your age," she half-lied.

"Really..." The red tabby said, curiously. "Do I know him?"

She shook her head. "Can we... not talk about it?" She asked.

Sensing a potential loss to his opportunity, he nodded. "It's okay. I get it. So... um..." He picked up the camera.

Lauren nodded.

"Give me a good angle of your cutie," he instructed.

She set her heels wide, and tilted her knees away. She watched nervously as he peered without the camera for a little while, his lips ajar.

Just like that, there it was. Amidst her downy white fur, tinged pink at the moment from the skin that showed through, was the gentle bump of her pubic bone, with her moist puffy pussy-lips underneath. It was very different from any close-up he got of the girls in his videos, probably because the youngest he had seen was sixteen.

It was so petite and subtle. It looked soft as silk to the touch, and how he so wanted to touch it right now. But, he also wanted to not have to rely just on memory alone when she left. He readied the camera, and started snapping.

"That's it, sweetie, you're such a pretty girl," he complimented, wooing her as much as he could. He heard nervous giggles, which was as much as he expected for the time being. "Lie on your side, and lift your leg up high," he instructed, and she did so; impressively so. "Whoa, that's a lot of range," he observed.

"I... I'm a dancer," she replied. "This is a pretty normal stretch... actually," she told him.

"Really?" He asked, after snapping a few glorious pictures that he felt would get him by for a lifetime if he never had to have sex again. Which he most certainly would. Have sex again, that is.

"Um... yeah," she reaffirmed.

"How about... can you put your heels behind your head?" He challenged.

"Yeah," she responded, and worked to do so.

He about popped a blood vessel.

Here he was, alone with this adorable little girl that called her pussy her cutie, letting him take pictures of the part of a girl he fantasized about ever since he learned the differences, casually putting herself into a pose that all but presented him with everything he wanted in the most sensual way he could possibly imagine.

He was quick to snap pictures, as many as he could. He was going to bust his nuts so hard over them. He practically wanted to go do that now, he was so used to having only pictures and videos to work with. He had to actually remind his dumb, horny brain that there was a real, live, breathing, willing girl, posing every way he wanted, that he was going to get to play with. If he was just patient and calm.

"How long can you hold that?" He asked. "It looks... uncomfortable."

"It's actually not that bad," she said, genuinely. "I'm limberier than Lexi."

He mentally patted himself on the back. He was right all along with his imaginations upon first hearing of his new step-cousins. He just got the ages wrong, which her misused word reminded him of all over again. "Can I... touch it while you're like that... if, it's not that bad?" He asked.

He waited for ten tense heartbeats before, to his relief and delight, she replied: "Okay."

With an unsteady hand, he reached for her. This was it, the moment he had obsessed over for countless lonely nights. To touch that place. To spread those lips. To see inside.

"One sec," he said, and quickly dashed to his night stand. He fumbled through the clutter in the drawer, and found what he was looking for, thankful that his father gave it to him and suggested he keep the batteries in it good. A little flashlight, powerfully bright despite it's size. His father intended it to be used so he could see in the dark when the power went out, which happened a few times after they moved in.

Now, it would be used to see inside of another kind of dark place. The best kind of dark place.

With the light in one hand, he clicked it on and aimed it at her cutie. With the other, he reached, more steadily this time, and pressed his finger on it. His heart leapt when she gasped and twitched at the touch, but other than that they remained quiet and still.

He leaned his muzzle in closer, not caring that the girl was alive and watching him get closer to her most vulnerable area. He put his thumb on one side, and his index finger on the other, and counted to three in his head.

She let out a breath as she was spread open.

"Holy shit..." He mumbled, staring into the pink-and-red pulp of this young peach. The flashlight illuminated the delicate folds, glistening with her feminine lubricant, preparing her passage for his long, thick cock. He saw the hole that was her vagina; her pussy, her snatch, her cunny, her cock-sleeve, her love-tunnel.

Nah, she put it best. Her cutie.

He heard her let out a nervous mew. "You are so pretty," he complimented, as genuinely as he could to appease her, so that he might get a longer peek.

"My legs are starting to tingle," she told him.

"Just a little more," he replied. He used his fingers to try and spread the hole, to peer inside, but it was so small his fingers just blocked the way. Eager to not miss this chance, he stuck the flashlight between his teeth and grabbed the camera. It took him a few seconds of coordination: aiming the flashlight at her nethers, balancing the camera on top of it, holding it steady with one hand while he spread her with the other, his finger on the button.

"I can't hold it much longer," she told him.

He said something incomprehensible, reassuring her he was almost done, fighting to keep the camera steady so that it focused. He managed a shot, before she couldn't hold out any longer and let her feet go, nearly kicking him in the process.

"'Ey wa' ih'," he said, spitting the flashlight out. "You almost got my eye."

"Sorry," she whined. "My legs went numb," she said, flapping them out.

"Lie back, and spread 'em," he instructed.

She rolled her eyes, and laid her knees flat on the bed, pulling her heels up near her buttocks.

"Whoa..." he said, staring down at her.

"Huh?" She asked, her legs still twitching from pins and needles.

"You're... fucking spread-eagle," he said with wonder.

"What's that mean?" She asked.

"N--Nothing, just..."

She watched as he reached down, touching his dick. "You like this?" She asked.

"I..." He said dumbly.

"Cuz my cutie's easy to see and get at, right?" She asked.

"Fuck," he snapped a few pictures, and tossed the camera off the bed. This was it, he couldn't take it anymore. This little girl was a sex goddess, and she didn't even know it. He rested his hands on her calves, which he didn't even have to steady to keep her knees pinned flat. The thigh-high stockings she still wore were almost covering up the boring part he didn't care to see, as if to frame and highlight how perfectly presented she was to him.

Touching himself with one hand, he reached with his finger, and touched her folds again. In this posture, they were already partly split, so his finger easily went inside. His heart went wild with excitement as his finger felt inside of her... deep inside. She even offered him the most adorable moan, her breath hitching before relaxing; she was totally into it.

"You liked when I kissed your balls?" She asked.

He groaned. "Oh yeah..." He sighed, happily following her lead. He didn't like when that brat sister of hers was calling the shots, but he was perfectly okay with this wonderful work of art taking his reigns.

"You liked how my sister's mouth felt around your dick?" She asked.

"It was amazing..." He groaned, his finger giving his dick a preview of what this angel felt like inside. He couldn't imagine fitting himself in, she seemed so small, but she was accommodating his finger amazingly well.

"You ever felt what it's like to have a warm, snug cutie wrapped around your throbbing dick?"

He looked her in the eyes, as best he could, and shook his head.

"Maybe... ya wanna find out... with me?" She offered.

He let out a mew of his own. Under any other circumstance, he would have curled up into a ball and wanted to die with how pitiful and pathetic it sounded. But he was now focused on only one thing, and with an offer like that he pulled his finger free, crawled over her, and frantically started to line himself up.

Her cooing sounds were like music to his ears as he fumbled with his turgid dick, rubbing his glans all over her tender pink flesh, trying to find the spot.

"Lower... left... no, other left," she guided him. "Right th--ooooh..."

He let out another embarrassing mew when he hit the mark, and plunged in. His face scrunched up, and he collapsed on her, his dick in as far as the flare behind his spines.

Behind his lids, his eyes saw sparkles of light that rushed by like a chaotic storm of shooting stars.

Warm. Tight. Wet. Squeezing.

The simple words were no match to describe the complexity of this wonderful part of her body and what it was to him. It was perfect for him, surpassing even his most fantastic and unrealistic expectations his imagination conjured while merely jerking off. He was almost barely able to handle keeping his mind focused enough to take in the experience.

But all too quickly, he sort of got used to it. He didn't want to just get used to it, and he didn't even have it all in.

He wanted it all in.

He pulled back.

She let out a squeal, her legs moving to straighten out. "That--ungh!" She tried to speak, but then he thrust back into her; harder, deeper. She did not let out a pleasant moan this time. Her whole body tensed, her eyes closing as she winced.

His dick felt completely different.

Justin's dick was tapered at the tip, and thickest at the base. Her memory was foggy, for it only happened that one time, but she recalled how his penis had gently coaxed her as it entered. The stretch she felt within her, as his girth eased the ring of muscle to dilate, was gentle and gradual. It gave her time to get used to it, like any other stretch she had to perform in dance class.

But his dick was shaped differently. Not only was it a little thicker at the tip than where Justin's was, but she could feel those little things that she thought were hairs. But they weren't that at all; they were firmer, like the bristles of a hair-brush. When he went in, she noticed that the texture was different; she could feel every one pressing into her soft, supple walls. It was even pleasant, stimulating her in a way that Justin's smoothness didn't.

Then, all of that changed when he pulled out, she felt each one. They raked her tender walls, like hundreds of thorns ripping through her flesh. With his second thrust, she felt them stroke her gently like before, but despite their gentleness she only felt stinging pain as they passed over where they had torn through just before.

"Wait, don't--eeeeee!"

"Shut up!" He hissed, holding her down when she vainly tried to push him away. "You wanted it."

"Stop!' She shouted, but a hand clamped over her mouth, and forced her to turn her head and press her cheek to the bed.

"I'll stop once I've filled your cutie full of cum... maybe," he growled, and pushed in, moaning with relief when his sheath kissed her petals.

* * *

"Mmmh..."

"Wakey, wakey, sweetie-pie."

Alexis opened her eyes, blinking away the bleariness from her vision. Her mother smiled down at her. "Sorry it's so late, we had a bit of trouble getting back; bad traffic. You're all tuckered out from chasin' your sister around, aren't ya?" She chuckled.

"Where...?" She mumbled, and then reached for her chest. She felt her shirt. Around her hips, and legs, she felt her capris.

"Your sister?" Her mother asked, trying to predict her question. "Limping to the car."

"Mmmh... limping?" She asked, rubbing her eyes and sitting up. "Why?"

"Don't gimme that act, you know exactly why," her mother said in a scolding tone. "C'mon, let's go home."

"Where's Austin?" She asked.

"He's helping Laur, now hop-to, you can sleep in the car if you're really that tired."

She followed her mom to the living room and out the door, all the while trying to understand how she had fallen asleep, and how she had gone from being naked to fully dressed. Worse, she couldn't say anything, and had to consciously keep herself from doing so just in case her foggy brain slipped up and spilled the beans.

She passed her step-cousin on the way to the car.

He waved at her and her mother.

"Thanks for watching them, Austin," her mother said, handing the boy a bill.

"Eh, it wasn't nothin'. Keep it," he replied.

"No, I insist," her mother said, taking his hand and shoving the money into it.

"Fine," he said, rolling his eyes, crumpling up the bill and putting it in his pocket. "Later," he said, looking at the kitten.

The hair on the nape of her neck pricked up.

When she got to the car, she finally saw her sister. While the light above the console up front was still on, she saw that her sister looked... troubled.

"So, did you guys have a fun time?" Their father asked.

"Yeah," Lauren replied, "we ate pizza and played videogames. Was fun 'till you made me bash my foot on the chair trying to run away from you."

Her sister said this in her direction. "I didn't do anything!" She said, genuinely defensively. Then, just as after the light went out, her sister grabbed her hand. The squeeze was unmistakable. She trusted her sister, for the time being, even if it meant getting in trouble for something she didn't do. "Well, if you woulda just gave me the controller when it was my turn, that wouldn'ta happened," she remarked with a pout.

"Girls, it's late, so when we get home you two go right to bed. Lexi, help your sister change into her jammies. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

"It's not actually that bad," Lauren admitted. "Austin was really smart to get me some ice right away. It just hurts a little."

"Still," their father said. "You can chase each other around our house all you want, but that's not appropriate when you're in someone else's house, especially--"

"Hun," their mother said with a particular tone to her voice. "Tomorrow."

"Right."

The rest of the ride home was in silence. When they pulled into the driveway, Alexis hopped out to begrudgingly help her sister walk into the house. The whole time, she saw that her sister's limp was totally fake, but she wasn't about to call it out.

"G'night, kids," their parents bid, and they bid the same in return.

Behind the closed and locked door, her sister walked on her own, and revealed her real favoring posture.

She walked with her thighs pinched together, taking short steps. She lifted her dress up and off, letting it fall to the floor.

Alexis went to turn on their bed lights, and turn off the overhead. She slipped out of her clothes, leaving her in the buff. "Need help with your socks and undies?" She offered.

Lauren shook her head.

Alexis watched tensely as her sister shuffled backwards until her rump as against the bed.

She took in a few deep breaths, before using her arms to lift up. She let out a whine, giving up on the motion.

"Let me help," Alexis offered, climbing onto the bed. She held her sister by the armpits, and pulled her up onto the bed. "Sorry, sorry," she repeated, when her sister let out little whimpers. At last, her sister was on the bed, and she pulled the covers over her. Going to her light, she turned it off, and then went to slip under the covers by her sister.

"What happened after I fell asleep?" She asked. "Why are you walking funny? How'd I get dressed?"

"I can't..." Lauren said with sob. "I don't... wanna talk about it right now..." She said through sniffles.

"Sis..." Alexis said, the gravity of her sibling's emotions suddenly crashing down on her. "Please... Tell me..."

"Not now, I just..."

Alexis waited a moment, to give her sister a few breaths, before speaking again. "What... what I can do?" She asked.

"I dunno..."

"Please? Can I do anything?"

"Maybe... just... hug me?" She asked.

Tears welled up in the black kitten's eyes. She didn't want to disturb her sister, but she reached over her to turn off the lamp on her side of the bed. Bathed in darkness, save for the gentle glow of their night-light, she rested her arm over her sister. "I know what'll help," she said.

The kitten in need of comfort sniffled. "You do?" She asked, meekly.

"Yeah, here..."

Lauren's head was coaxed forward. She followed, until her nose bumped against her sister's chest. She let out a reluctant mew.

"Go on. I know it'll help."

"But... I don't really feel like doing sexy stuff," she replied.

"I know," she repeated. "This time... it's not for that. It's better than just suckin' on yer thumb, right?"

After a moment of silence, as if in response, her sister latched on.

Keeping to her word, Alexis didn't do anything else but cradle her sister's head as she suckled on her immature nipple for comfort. She didn't know how long it lasted, but eventually her sister slowed and slowed, until she finally stopped and detached.

She, however, was now wide awake. Staring into the darkness, still holding her sister close, she stayed up for a time longer. She worried and fretted, her imagination running wild with what might have happened to her sister.

She ran through worry and into anger, gritting her teeth. Then, she fell into guilt, blaming herself for whatever it was, getting a prickly feeling that it had something to do with her sister's cutie, and that jerk of a step-cousin.

Then, she arrived at where her sister had been: beginning to cry, and needing comfort. But there was no one that would wrap their arms around her, cradle her head, and let her suckle them--and she didn't dare try to do that to her sister for fear of waking her up.

She really wished Kailey was here.