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"Kids, come and get your dinner."

"'kay!"

From the floor above, two nearly identical young kittens made their way down the stairs, holding onto the banister as they went. They moved perhaps a little too fast, but that was only because they were hungry-- it was nearing 8pm and they hadn't eaten since 3pm!

The two of them, with orange fur and delicate cream stripes, barrelled into the kitchen and scooted into their appropriate seats around a small table that sat in the corner. An adult man, with similar fur tones to their own, was busy piling food onto two identical plates. He handed it over towards them along with their appropriate utensils, and the two of them tucked in.

Aaron and Heather had only been living together 2 years now, but they got along as well as one might expect from two identical siblings. The origins of why they were apart for so long were simple: their parents, whose marriage fell apart shortly after their birth, split the children apart. Some might have called it cruel, but to them it was a simple compromise, allowing both parent to care for one of their beloved children: the son with his father, and the daughter with her mother. It was only when the twins began to ask questions about their respective other half that the parents decided it was a good idea to perhaps join them back together, but there was the matter of who would care for them. Their mother opted to relent and handed custody over to their father, which Heather had come to resent.

Having been apart for so long, the two of them were, at best, awkward around each other for the better part of a year. Neither of them knew how to act and it was peculiar to see their likeness in each other. They were, of course, aware of each other's existence prior to their meeting, but it was altogether rather different to see each other in the flesh. Though their relationship was strained, the metaphorical ice between them eventually thawed and they began to grow more accustomed to each other under the care of their father. Their mother never returned to visit them, and it was hard to tell if they were better off for it.

Aaron didn't know what to think of Heather. She was energetic and outgoing and funny, in a peculiar way-- effectively the opposite of the kind of person he was. Aaron was shy and introverted, preferring to keep quiet and observe rather than be the centre of attention. Their personalities were so contrasting that, for whatever reason, it seemed to work in their favour: Heather was always attempting to match her friends energy level in school and Aaron felt compelled to play along, albeit only a little, and outside of school she tended to act much calmer when she was around him. Whether it was because she was receptive to his usual introverted nature or whether it was because she was naturally quite quiet herself, he couldn't say.

As they tucked into their food, their father adjourned to the living room, insisting that they should stick their plates in the sink when they were finished so he could wash them up later. They assured him they'd do so and carried on eating, scooping vegetables and meat into their mouths. Aaron was relatively hungry, if only because he hadn't had that much for lunch, and he found himself a little messier than usual when eating as he attempted to shovel fork upon fork of food into his short muzzle.

"You've..." His sister began to speak, and she paused, pursing her lips. Aaron blinked at her innocently enough, his fork hovering just slightly above his plate with some food resting against its surface. Heather leant forwards, moving her head closer and closer until her lips were inches from his own. She lidded her gaze and Aaron froze, unable to pull himself away.

She slowly moved her head to the side, and Aaron's skin prickled as he felt her lips graze against his cheek. The warmth of her tongue pushed against his flesh and the roughness of her sandpaper appendage dragged up his cheek, catching the crumb that clung to his fur. She scooped it up and pulled her head back rather quickly, offering him nothing but a peculiar smile and that same lidded expression before she returned to her food. Aaron stared at her, mouth agape. He was going to ask her what she was doing, or why she had even done it in the first place, but before he could even utter a word Heather stood, making her way to the sink to place her empty plate within. She turned on her heel, casting him a final glance before she left the room. Aaron's breath escaped his lungs and his heart hammered in his chest as he looked down at his food.

If anyone had seen Heather a year ago, they could have called her a tomboy. Yet, when she began to move into the cusp of her puberty, a new personality within her had blossomed. She shied away from her jeans and T-Shirt and opted for short shorts and tank tops. She started growing out her blond hair and twisting it into a ponytail, and her chest began to bud with the beginnings of breasts. None of that mattered to Aaron, who still only saw her as his sister, but something had changed within her-- something that Aaron never would have expected.

Heather began to do rather inappropriate things, and she had been doing it for some time. She would bend over deliberately in front of him, wear revealing clothing and wander out of the shower naked, where she could manage it. Licking the food from his face was perhaps the most adventurous she'd ever got, and Aaron was uncomfortable with all of it. If she had been doing that sort of thing with other boys then Aaron could, at beast, overlook it-- the problem was that he seemed to be the only person she did that sort of thing with. If anything, she was frigid around boys her age in school, but when she was at home, she'd do everything she could just get a rise out of him. Aaron couldn't understand why.

He had put up with it now for about 8 months, but it was beginning to way on him. It was no secret that Aaron was just too shy of an individual to have a girlfriend, and he wasn't even sure his puberty had started yet-- after all, females were always early bloomers. Part of him wondered if Heather was being flirtatious just to spite him, or to tease him about his virginity and lack of any meaningful romantic relationships-- but though he hadn't known Heather long, he was fairly certain she was a nice person. There was the possibility she was pitying him and trying to make him feel better, but if anything he just felt worse and worse. No-one wanted to be hit on by their sister, especially one that's their twin.

With his belly full and his plate empty, Aaron did the same as his sister and deposited the plate in the sink before turning to his room upstairs-- well, it wasn't just his room anymore. Ever since Heather had moved in, they had to share a room and Aaron's original single bed had been swapped out for a bunk bed. Of course, Heather was on top and Aaron was underneath, which suited him just fine. When he entered his room, he was surprised to find it empty, and he slipped into a seat on his bed to idly play on his handheld console. Most of his weekends were spent playing video games; they were his one escape from reality and his sister's peculiar advances.

After several minutes of peace and relaxation, Heather entered the room and crossed over towards the dresser at the far end, pulling a drawer open and rummaging inside. Aaron peeked up from his handheld to look at her.

"What are you doing?" He asked quietly, and he didn't glance back. After a few seconds, she plucked something from the dresser and turned, holding it between her fingertips.

"Just getting some underwear. I'm going to take a shower." She waggled the garment that dangled from two dainty fingers, showing off the frilly pink lace and flowering pattern that emblazoned the surface. Aaron's cheeks flushed and looked back down at the screen in front of him. He could have sworn he heard a giggle as she left the room.

At one point or another, Aaron knew he'd have to confront her, but part of him was nervous about it. One deep-rooted part of his brain insisted that it might all just be in his head, and what he was seeing might just be relatively innocent things that he was looking too much into. The both of them were 12 years old, far too young to be doing anything inappropriate, and Aaron had never had a sister before now. He had settled on the idea that she was just doing things that girls normally do, if only because he hadn't been around enough girls to know the difference all too well. It was either that or face the reality that she might indeed be flirting with him, and quite obviously at that-- he didn't want to face that possibility. He'd heard enough tales of scandalous incest from jocks at school.

Aaron's ears picked up the sound of running water from the bathroom at the end of the hallway outside his room, and he relaxed a little, thankful for some potential peace and quiet, even if it was only for a couple of minutes. He couldn't relax fully, however-- a gnawing feeling grew in the pit of his stomach, a dread that formed and made him anxious about what Heather would do when her shower was done. He already had an idea, and already had plans to completely avoid looking at her if he could help it.

He had peace for what appeared to be about 20 minutes, but his relaxation was never meant to last. He kept his eyes on the screen as Heather appeared from the doorway, the tabby kitten clad in nothing but a towel wrapped around her chest that just barely covered her torso and hips. If she bent the wrong way or loosened the towel in any way, Aaron would get the full view of her body-- something that he hadn't seen before. It was for that reason that he commanded himself not to look. Not only was it polite, but he didn't want to have to imagine his sister's body, or have it engrained in his memory.

"Oops, my towel." She muttered, audible enough for Aaron to hear but not quite loud enough for their father in the other room to grow curious. Aaron trembled slightly in his seat, affirming his grip around his handheld device and keeping his eyes glued to the screen. After several seconds of awkward silence, interrupted only by the idle game music from Aaron's handheld, Heather emitted something of an annoyed sigh, and she began to move and rummage again. Though Aaron didn't affix his gaze on her, he could see her moving around from the corner of his eye and saw the flurry of a pale blue dress cover her. He waited a little longer before risking a glance, exhaling quietly when he saw she was clothed.

Beneath his relief boiled an inevitable frustration-- not for his own sexual needs, or lack thereof, but for his sister's advances. At one point or another, he felt as if he were going to snap at her for the way she acted. Heater cast him another glance, one that he avoided, before she huffed and hoisted herself up to her bed above. The wooden planks that kept her mattress up creaked ever so slightly under her light frame, and the room relaxed into a measured silence once more, but for the sounds of video games.

The evening went by awkwardly, for the most part. Heather and Aaron respectively got up to do various errands, that being tidying up bits of their room on command from their father or getting themselves dressed for bed. Even just idly going to the bathroom was a chore-- whether it was Aaron or Heather getting up, Aaron felt as if his sister was giving him daggers. She didn't make any more advances than usual which, for the most part, put Aaron a little a tease. But he didn't like his twin sister being upset with him, and that weighed a little heavy on his conscience.

Soon enough, it was time for bed. Though neither cub really wanted to sleep, it was clear that their father wasn't going to let them stay up too long. At most, they got an extra hour before he put his foot down, metaphorically speaking, and turned off the light, giving them the luxury of putting their handhelds and laptops away rather than confiscate them. It was then, at 10pm, that the lights finally went out and their door was closed shut. Aaron laid in bed, hearing the dwindling sound of his father's footsteps as the adult man went downstairs to the living room, leaving the two twins in dark, eerie silence.

Aaron would have liked to have slept, but fate had a different plan for him. Even as he snuggled down on his pyjamas and pulled the duvet over his feline frame, he could hear his sister moving about. She shuffled around in bed and shifted, making the wooden planks creak. Aaron couldn't tell if she was struggling to get comfortable or whether she was just doing it to annoy him. After a couple of minutes of on-again, off-again movement, there came an almighty creak as Heather sat up and moved towards the other end of the bed, slipping down onto the ladder and landing gracefully on the floor. Like most cats, she barely made a sound as she landed, and her eyes reflected the dim moonlight that seeped in through their thin curtains. She looked almost ominous.

"H-Heather...?" Aaron whispered quietly, wondering what she was up to. He tensed when she wandered closer. Rather than standing there and watching him ominously, she suddenly bowed her body and clambered into the bed beside him, causing him to make a muffled sound in surprise. He attempted to scoot towards the other end to give her space, but froze when she hiked her leg over his body, trapping him beneath her. She relaxed herself and effectively straddled his body, propping herself up with her hands and towering over him menacingly.

Aaron should have said something, he knew that. Though he was 12 and barely into his puberty at most, he wasn't so dense as to not realise the compromising position he was in. Yet, the expression on his sister's face made him falter: her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were hard with determination, but her lip wobbled as if he were upset, nervous or both. That mere sight alone was enough to make him pause, staring up at her with wide eyes.

His sister bowed her head, bringing it closer and closer to his own, and the young cat boy couldn't help but visibly wince beneath her, hands by his sides, tail curled between his legs. She hesitated when he pulled away from her and sighed through her nose, pulling back just a little.

"Am I not pretty?" She asked quietly, barely above a whisper. Aaron couldn't tell if she was deliberately being quiet or if her voice was just that small, but he was stunned by her words regardless. She didn't sound accusatory or demanding, but meek.

"U-Uh, I mean...of course you are?" Aaron shifted uncomfortably beneath her.

"Then why don't you do anything about it?" She snapped her gaze to his, her eyes slightly lidded over. Her intentions were obvious, as was his own.

"You're my sister. That's wrong." Aaron hissed as quietly as he could, clenching his hands into fists by his sides.

"No-one has to know..." She assured him. "And I don't trust anyone else."

The weight of those simple words weighed on Aaron for a moment as he contemplated it. All this time, he was concerned about his own feelings in the matter, and less about his twin sister's motive and how she might be feeling. If trust really was an issue, then maybe he should let her do what she wants-- if she's satisfied then she might leave him alone. But that didn't make what they might do any less wrong-- he knew of sex and its connotations, and knew enough to know that incest was frowned upon.

"I don't get it." Aaron muttered quietly, and her hands curled around his duvet and against his chest.

"There's nothing to get. I just want my first time to be comfortable, with someone I trust." She insisted, her eyes glinting with her resolve. Her twin brother pused his lips.

"Don't you think you're a little young? Dad says people do this sort of thing at 16, not at 12..." He pointedly remarked.

"My friends do it," He lowered her gaze. "I feel left out."

So that was the crux of it, at least in Aaron's eyes. Heather was always quite social compared to him, so it would make sense that she wanted to fit in and be liked. This was just another hurdle for her.

"Can't you lie?" Aaron suggested.

"I'm bad at lying," She whispered back, rolling her hips down against him. "L-Look, it'll be fun. Right? We can have fun with it..."

"I'm not sure if I'm ready." Aaron awkwardly attempted to evade her pleading, but she slipped her body down, sliding down and lowering her head as she trailed her short muzzle along his duvet, heading lower and lower.

"Can we try?" She pleaded, doing her best to widen her eyes and pull a 'puppy dog' expression, was which strange considering her species. Aaron squirmed uncomfortably under her gaze, and Heather took his pointed silence as evidence of his crumbling willpower. With a little grin, she reached up towards the top of his duvet and began sliding it down.

The both of them wore similar coloured pyjamas, but both were subtly different. Whilst Aaron bore a T-Shirt, his sister had a tank top instead, but both had the same teal elastic pants-- though the colour was hard to see in the dark. She pulled the duvet all the way down, until it passed Aaron's ankles, and her hands moved up towards his waistline. The boy tensed visibly under her touch as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants, slowly sliding them down to expose his crotch. She was deliberately subtle and slow, but it didn't take too long for Aaron's member to be exposed.

The young boy was pretty certain that, for the both of them, this was their first time doing anything sexual. Though Aaron didn't harbour any kind of emotional attraction to his twin sister, his body said otherwise: the minute the band of his pants passed by his member, his cock bobbed upwards, twitching stiffly at full mast at barely 4 inches in length. He couldn't even remember getting hard, and the mere sight of it was embarrassing.

"Wow." Heather murmured, leaning her head forwards and reaching out with a hand. Aaron squirmed a little as her fingers touched with his humanoid, foreskinned cock, sliding along the side of his member and up towards the tip. He couldn't tell if she was teasing him or not, but he would have preferred if she just gripped it completely. Thankfully, she did after a while, curling her fingers around the length of his cock and feeling it throb and pulse in her small hand. Aaron let out something of a quiet mewl.

Heather slowly began to tug and stroke at the member, feeling it violently twitch against her fingers. Her brother beneath her huffed and shuddered from her groping, but she was more focused on the member in front of her rather than the boy it was attached to. She was both curious and strangely aroused at the sight of it. Cats can see quite well in the dark, so she could already make out the shape of it somewhat, especially the way the head of his cock swelled when she peeled back the foreskin enough to expose it.

Slowly, she brought her head forwards. Though Aaron had no idea, Heather had seen all manner of strange videos that had friends at school had shown her with their fancy phones. She'd been curious to try what she'd seen. She closed her eyes and parted her puzzle, bowing her head down until her lips touched with his cock. Aaron sucked in an audible breath and a restrained groan escaped his lips as she dragged her tongue against his frenulum, dragging the slightly rough appendage up towards his sensitive head. She tasted something odd and subtle on her tongue, but there wasn't enough for it for her to identify it. Aaron trembled beneath her as she followed what she had seen before, opening her mouth wide and bowing it over his cock.

The groan that Aaron had been restrained loosened considerably, and he let out a long and audible moan as he felt the tempting, pleasurable warmth around his cock. Heather pushed her mouth down, sinking the member further and further into her muzzle, where it grazed ever so slightly against the roof of her mouth before prodding the back of her throat, her mouth bowed almost all the way down. She let out a grunting sound and pulled back just a little, before pushing down again. The head of her twin brother's cock kissed with the back of her throat once more, and Aaron resisted the urge to thrust his hips up. He'd never experienced such pleasure before, though it was marred slightly by her rough tongue.

She didn't relent, regardless of how much he was enjoying it or not-- though she couldn't be certain either way. He squirmed and groaned as if he were in pain, but it also sounded as if he wanted more. She took his lack of fighting back or pushing her off as a sign that he wanted her to keep going, and so she did. She remembered in the videos she had seen how people tended to bob their head when they were 'sucking cock', and now that she had seen it first hand, she understood why. As she dragged her head back, her tongue followed her, sliding along the underside of his cock and causing it to throb with delight. As she pushed back down, it reacted much of the same, but was joined by the boy's quiet huffs. The more that she did it, the more he squirmed.

To say she was impatient, however, was a little bit of an understatement. Though she was enjoying seeing the way he wriggled beneath her as she licked and suckled him, there was something she wanted out of this as well. She briefly cast her mind back to those sordid videos and remembered one or two things that were prevalent in almost every video she watched. With a steely determination, she withdrew her head from his member and crawled back up his body, much to Aaron's bewilderment.

"A-Are we done already? I didn't feel anything happen..." Aaron murmured quietly, and he blinked nervously as Heather curled her hands around his waist, settling herself on top of him. Before he could ask her what she was doing, she suddenly heaved her body to the right, forcing the two of them to roll on the bed. Heather's body grew dangerously close to falling off the side, and Aaron instinctively pulled her back, shifting himself accordingly, not wanting to wake their father up. It seemed that it was heather's primary plan, for the tables had effectively turned: Heather was now laying down beneath him, and Aaron was propped up above her, his pubescent erection prodding her thigh.

The feline boy spread his lips into a thin line, aware of the connotations of this position. Thankfully, his legs were on either side of hers, rather than the other way around-- but he could tell from Heather's expression that things would soon change. With a sly smile and batting eyelashes, Heather lowered her hands down towards her hands, reaching for the waistline of her own pyjama pants. Aaron didn't really have any room to stop her, for his own pants were around his ankles and stuck on his paws, and he was sure he'd fall over if he tried to move his hands. Instead, his gaze followed her own digits, and he watched as she slipped her pyjamas past her waist, wriggling them further and further down.

Aaron's eyes had already adjusted to the dark, but it was still hard to see. Yet, nothing could mistake the sight of a supple, virgin mound. Aaron's gaze centred on the cur of his sister's lips, the way the fur sat cleanly around her entrance, the way it seemed strangely puffy and fleshy-- a stark contrast from his own turgid length. The feline's mouth grew dry at the sight of his twin's entrance, and though he was aware that this was his sister, his cock was driving his thoughts.

"H...How does it look?" She asked quietly, and Aaron shifted, sliding himself back and managing to wrestle his feet free from his pyjamas. He wordlessly sat back on his knees and tugged his shirt over his head, allowing himself to be fully naked. The trembling in his hands was still a clear indication that he was nervous, but he was also strangely aroused-- he had been so adamantly against it before, but his pubescent hormones were driving him now. He wanted this, weirdly enough.

He grasped her legs to spread them apart as she kicked off her pyjamas, and for the first time he saw her flushed expression, clearly a little surprised to see him taking the lead. Aaron felt nervous at the sight and averted his gaze for the time being, instead focusing on the warmth of her body and the supple mound she had tried desperately to show off before. He trailed his fingers down her body, and she quivered under his touch when he reached her stomach. He dragged them to her upper pelvis and then, finally, to the slightly moist lips nestled firmly between her legs.

A soft and gentle sigh escaped her lips as his fingers toyed with her entrance. He'd never really played with this sort of thing before-- he was sure some of the boys at school would remark how it's 'every man's dream' to do this sort of thing. It felt warm and squishy to the touch. The deeper he pressed his fingers, the warmer and the more malleable it drew. Heather huffed quietly on the bed beneath him and he wondered if she were enjoying this or not. He cast his eyes to get face and saw how flushed she was, her lidded expression a clear indication of her arousal. He curled his fingers against her entrance and pushed one single digit against her tender lips, feeling them tense and quiver against the pressure.

"S-Stop teasing." She mumbled quietly, and Aaron awkwardly looked over to her. She was shooting him something between an aroused and an annoyed expression, yet she didn't move. Aaron pulled his hand back and shifted in between her legs, getting into a better position. He looked down to see the length of his erection laid out against her pelvis, her tight pussy just out of view. Aaron couldn't resist sliding his hips forwards a little and watching his member drag across her delicate fur.

"S...So I just...put it in, right?" Aaron hesitated as he spoke, sliding his hips back a little, enough for him to angling his member down with a hand and press the warmth of the tip against her entrance. She squirmed beneath him and he hesitated, wondering if she even wanted to go through with it at all. To his surprise, her legs curled around his body and her ankles hooked together. She bent her legs inwards and forced him forwards, and the tip of his member slipped into her.

Aaron had never felt sure a pressured, tight feeling on his cock before. The mere sensation along would have been enough to make him pause, if Heather weren't forcing him forwards with her ankles. He shuddered and leant forwards, propping himself up with his hands as his cock bowed into her, slipping deeper and deeper. He didn't meet any resistance, to his surprise, and he quietly groaned when his pelvis finally met her own. He was fully buried inside of her and she loosened her grip around his waist, rolling her head back and letting out a sigh of pleasure, as if she'd finally gotten what she wanted.

Aaron had a vague idea what to do next, slowly sliding himself backwards and withdrawing from her by about a couple of inches, as much as his hips would allow in his position, before he pushed himself forwards again. He felt her squeezing inner walls clamp down around his intruding member as he sunk into her and the delicate warmth around the head of his cock made him moan and tremble, his fingers curling against the bedsheets beneath them.

"I-Is that good? Is tha--" Aaron began to ask, but he was surprised when his sister brought her head up, pulling him towards her with a hand and meeting her muzzle with his own in a tender, delicate kiss. Aaron had never kissed anyone before, but it was strangely...nice. The feeling of her muzzle against his own made his skin tingle beneath his fur, and he couldn't help but angle his head to the side and deepen the kiss slightly.

He stuck out his tongue, and she did the same almost simultaneously. Their fleshy little appendages pressed together in a tender animal-like kiss and the two of them squirmed, enjoying the peculiar warmth of it. Between that was Aaron's thrusts, as the boy began to pick up a slow but steady and passionate rhythm, wanting to feel every inch of her insides squeezing around him. Heather enjoyed how slow he was, if only because it gave her time to savour the loss of her virginity.

It didn't take long for their kiss to deepen considerably as Heather parted her lips to accept his tongue, and Aaron did the same so that they could be closer. As their tongues swapped saliva and their quiet moans and curling tails intensified the intimacy of the situation, Aaron began to speed up, his tender thrusts growing into relatively moderate humps that had his balls slightly slapping against her body and had Heather huffing through her nose. She clutched him dearly, grasping onto his shoulders for a while before wrapping her arms entirely around his neck to keep him close to her. Their kiss served as a way to muffle both their moans, as they weren't sure they could keep quiet otherwise.

Aaron could feel something building within him, something that he couldn't control. The more he pushed his hips and the more he thrust into his sister's entrance, the more that feeling grew, until it formed a tight pressured knot inside of him that weighed heavier and heavier on his pelvis over time. His limbs ached, but that pressure urged him to keep going-- to go faster, even. He felt unable to resist its pull. Beneath him, Heather felt more of the same, but she didn't have the same drive that he did-- she simply needed him to keep going and she knew she'd feel better and better.

Aaron bucked and thrust, plowing his hips down against her over and over, feeling the warm wetness of her insides around his cock, slicking up his movements until the sounds of their taboo sense were audible in the air. Each thrust and huffed breath accentuated by a wet slap and a quiet mewl. His movements grew heavier and more laboured, his breathing coming out in hot, heavy pants. Eventually, he had to part his lips from hers, if only to bow his head down against her neck and really hammer his hips into her, driven by his primal urges rather than anything else.

"A-Almost...almost...!" She breathlessly huffed out, forced to bite down on her lip to keep her moans to a minimum. After a few moments of wild humping, her body trembled violently and her insides clamped down harder than ever before, squeezing and periodically spasming as her body rocked with her first proper orgasm. The pleasure was so wild and erratic that she couldn't help but dig her fingers against the boy's back, almost threatening to pierce the skin. Aaron groaned and whimpered into her neck as the warm squeezing of her mound helped to bring him further and further to that unknown peak. Then, suddenly, he tipped over the edge.

With a final thrust and a shuddering sigh, he orgasmed. He pulled back immediately, if only for fear for what he was doing, but soon found his cock to be too sensitive. He plunged forwards again and resigned himself to burying his cock inside of her, tiny dribbles of seed oozing from his member as the sheer force of his orgasm washed through his body like a tidal wave, making his very knees tremble. He breathed deeply and harshly, unable to resist from peppering her neck with kisses until that warm feeling subsided. As he slipped back, he felt that tender sensitivity around his cock, but it wasn't as harsh as before. He rolled off her and laid on his back, wiping his slightly sweaty forehead.

Heather instinctively curled up against his side, the bed just barely bit enough for the both of them. The duvet and clothes lay strewn across the bed and some of them even on the floor, and Aaron felt at a loss for words. This very situation was the thing he had been wanting to avoid, yet now that it had come and gone it felt almost...inevitable. Heather seemed happy as least, gently purring against his chest, nuzzling into his fur. He absently put an arm around her and stared up at the mattress above him.

Though she'd got her way, he had a feeling this wouldn't be the end of things. Heather was a girl with lewd ambition, and she won't stop until she's satisfied.