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An Odd Thing to Say

Chapter Six

> I have never been in a more peculiar and unbelievable position in life.

> Yeah. How does it feel?

> I honestly don't feel much of anything anymore.

> Is that why you always feel so... distant?

> It's also why I'm doing this.

> And what are you doing?

> Grasping at memories... snapshots of non-events from years ago, just to have a sense of familiarity.

"You're acting kind of weird, you know. Not that that's--you know--weird."

"Thanks," Nick snapped.

Sarah arched a brow at him. Flipped the grilled cheese in her pan and slid it out onto a plate along with a piping hot bowl of tomato soup. She placed these in front of Nick, but the kit wouldn't even look her in the eye.

She began to cook her own grilled cheese. Swayed her hips from side to side, sending that wonderfully thick but toned ass of hers shaking. It was as if she was putting on a show for him, to tease him, but Nick bit his tongue and ignored his arousal.

"How was Orlando?" he said.

"Not bad. Kinda humid, but not bad. Downtown's pretty cool, and there's a thriving little Vietnam not far away. I got this soup, they call it Bún bò Hu?, and it's lit--"

"Yeah, cool, sounds good," Nick said dismissively.

He bit into the corner of his grilled cheese. Chewed it and swallowed without really tasting it.

Sarah turned to face him. Normally the anger on her face would have scared the kit, but he only looked at her impassively, emotionlessly.

"Is everything okay? You're being weirder than usual."

"No, everything's just peachy," Nick said. "Just... peachy." He flashed a totally unconvincing smile and looked away from his sister.

She seemed to accept his answer. Finished cooking her meal and sat down beside him. She bit into her sandwich--somehow looking radiant as she did so--and chewed a good few times before swallowing.

"What's wrong?" Nick said dryly. "Is your jaw a little sore?"

"Kind of, yeah," Sarah said.

"From biting?"

"Mmm... not just biting," Sarah said, and that was all Nick could take.

"God damn it, Sarah, stop lying!" he snarled, standing up and shoving himself away from the table.

"I knew what you were doing in Orlando. An interview for a cool job, yeah, right," he sneered. "Yeah, it was a job, alright. A handjob, then a blowjob, then--then--" he flushed, unable to describe what she had done next. It was fucking hot, too the way she put her hips and tits into it at the same time.

"Uhm... Nick, what are you talking about?" Sarah asked, convincingly confused.

"Don't play dumb with me," Nick laughed bitterly. "But fine, I'll spell it out for you. This interview you got, for this--this cool job. What was the job?"

"Austere and remote field engineering, with an emphasis on low observables," Sarah said without a trace of irony. "The program is classified, so they wouldn't say what it was, but I'm guessing it's for a next-generation drone. Probably a compact little thing. Austere, remote... it sounds like they might be stuffing it into a shipping container, which they want to be able to deploy in a few hours' notice. Pop it open, anywhere in the world, set it up, and have it in the air in next to no time."

Nick's jaw was on the floor. Sarah's jaw was chewing--slowly, judiciously. She really was sore, after all, and biting was only part of the reason.

Then Nick started to laugh. A real, true, belly laugh, like he hadn't done in a long time. He was doubled over, pointing at his sister, literally in tears--until she bopped him over the head and handed him a sealed letter.

He busted the seal. Began to read.

"Dear Sarah," he said. "Congratulations! You have advanced to the final stage of selection for the CLASSIFIED job at... At..." He looked at his sister, white as a sheet.

"Really?"

"Really really," Sarah said humorlessly. "All that's left now is a few final pre-employment checks, and... an inquiry into my personal lifestyle." Her voice wavered the tiniest bit at that.

"So... all that might be holding you back from your dream job... is yourself, and how you've decided to conduct your life," Nick said. "That's it."

Sarah nodded. She couldn't meet his eyes.

At once Nick wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. There was no lust in his actions, just pure, selfless, sibling love. She smelled nice, and was cuddly, and smooth, and soft, and in seconds she was hugging him back, silently crying.

"Shh, shh, shh," the kit said gently. "It's alright. And you'll be okay--and they can't not hire you for... you know, this," he said. "Isn't that technically slut-shaming? Isn't that illegal?"

"No. Yes. I don't know," Sarah croaked. "And even if it is illegal, they'll just lie and say that they got a better candidate. If that happens, I don't know what I'll do," she sobbed.

"You'll get a better job, then," Nick said. "Fuck them--you've gotten this far, right? Which means you're a Hell of a professional, right? So you'll find a job that's a better fit, where people aren't slut-shamers, and you'll kill it there, and these guys will regret the day they ever said no to you."

"You really... really think so?" Sarah said.

"I know so," Nick said.

She looked at him. He had hit a growth spurt recently, so he was almost as tall as she was now. Soon, he'd be taller, both siblings realized at the same time. And already, muscle was making its way to the kit's slim frame...

She grinned. Actually kissed him on the cheek and then leaned back, her chest pressing gently against his.

"Yeah, you're right," Sarah sighed, rubbing her eyes. "Even so, maybe I should... you know, cut back, just a little. It's starting to get in the way of other things."

"What do you mean?" Nick said. "I mean, you're Sarah. Sex--that's what you do."

"But there's more to life than that. And it's starting to be... not what I _really_want.

"Yeah, it's great, and fun, but it's becoming... a distraction. A way to pass time. Because what I really want, Nick, is to do big things in life. Like this job," Sarah said. "I want to take it, and kill it, and go overseas, to the shittiest, tiniest, ugliest spat of island a thousand miles in the Pacific. I want to become a freaking pilot, be the best freaking mother to six kits of my own, and another six fosters.

"And then I want to run an ultramarathon. Work my way up to CEO of a huge corporation. And the whole time, I want to love only one man.

"Sure, I'll fuck others, now and then. And sure, so will he, and Hell yes, we'll fuck them together. But what I really want, is just... stability," Sarah sighed. "And safety, and comfort, and passion, and love. I want the kind of guy who kisses you on the lips after you suck his dick.

"And while I'm dreaming," she scoffed, "I want him to be slim, and fit, and young-looking, and fucking smart, and cute, and silly, and friendly, and selfless. Be nice if he actually exists, too."

Her arms had fallen. His had too, but his paws remained on her hips, as if they were... more than siblings. More than friends, too. They both seemed to realize it at the same time and back away, awkwardly, searching for words.

This was the most meaningful interaction they'd had in years. And Sarah had just admitted--all but outright stated--that she had written that article online, which Alex had shown him, not that long ago.

It was her. It was fucking her. She had so many talents--they'd grown up under the same roof and he barely knew her, he realized. And at the same time...

She had written the article. She really was on the verge of getting a life-changing dream job. And she had aced that interview with a straight face, only to go and become the front cover of Big Wet Vixen Tits Volume Six that night itself.

It was her.

Probably. Maybe. Kinda. Sorta. Could be. Probably?

It was impossible to say. Nick had watched Big Wet Vixen Tits Volume Six back to front at least three times now, focusing on the scene with that bombshell front cover actress, and... he couldn't be sure.

She never quite showed her face, for one thing. And although her moans sounded _like_Sarah, all girls sounded kind of alike when they moaned.

Not that Nick had a ton of, you know, personal experience.

A part of him still wondered if he was a virgin. He'd gone to Third Base and then struck out, he'd hooked up with a single mother on Finder and yeah, they'd done the deed, but it wasn't bareback. Not really.

And truth be told, he wasn't that good and he knew it. He kind of... motioned his hips, a little, but he knew that his cock did all the work for him. He pretty much had to stand still, and relax, and enjoy the show.

Fuck. And now he was hard again.

The kit shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Sat up and looked around to get his mind off of things.

It was a cute place, he noted. Ancient wood carvings, a saltwater fish tank, paintings on the walls, incense in the air and culturally insensitive violin music playing in the background. It was a stereotypical Asian massage parlor, right down to the hostess in her Manchurian-style dress with chopsticks in her hair.

He looked at the little voucher in his paw. Admit one, special treatment, it said. Nick had shown it to the hostess--tried to protest--but she had waved him off and told him to wait.

And so he waited. And waited. And waited. And fucking waited.

Finally she made her way into the front of the shop. Nick looked up--and immediately flushed.

She was a tigress, trim and tiny, with long straight dark hair, and the kind of curves that didn't come naturally. Her smile was naturally seductive and when she beckoned to Nick, he was practically hypnotized to his feet, floating toward her--then he remembered himself.

"Hey, uhm, hi," he said awkwardly. "Look, I really appreciate whatever's going on--really--but I have a special request," he said. He held up his voucher, offered it to the tigress.

"My sister got this for me. Said that I looked like I really needed it--and I do. But there's someone else... who needs it a lot more than I do.

"My friend, Julia," the kit said. "She's human--you serve them here, right? Good," he said to the tigress's nod. "Well, she's had... a few hard times recently, and... she could you some helping paws. Here's her phone number," Nick wrote it on the back of the voucher, then pressed it into the tigress's paws before he could rethink what he was doing.

"Wait a second," the tigress said in accented but understandable English, "what are you going to do?"

"Jack it to hentai, play CS... call Alex in a panic, like I always do," Nick laughed emptily. "Or maybe I'll just enjoy the last few days I have with my sister, before she gets her job, and leaves forever."

"There's a story there," the tigress said, "and I would like to hear it."

"I can't. I'm sorry," Nick sighed. "It's a really private, personal matter. I don't want to talk about it. Certainly not in public."

"We don't need to be in public," the tigress said. She looked Nick up and down, then took his paw into hers, and led her into the private depths of the establishment.

It was Third Base all over again. Being led by the paw by a lady who knew what she was doing in a dark, secluded place, where he could only hear the odd masculine moan of pleasure, and the smell of sex was heavy in the air.

In moments, Nick was back down on a massage table, an overlarge bed that was padded and soft, dimly lit with glowing incense in the corner. The tigress locked the door behind her as she entered after him, then looked at him absolutely... predatorily.

"I feel like I'm stealing from the cradle," she said. "How old did you say you were? Or don't I want to know?"

"Totally eighteen," Nick coughed. "But yeah, a lot of people doubt that."

"I couldn't imagine why," she purred.

She made her way onto the table. Straddled the kit's lower legs and began to knead at his upper chest. Where there was once skin and bone, she now found muscle, and quite a bit of it.

"Not skipping your pushups, no matter what's going on," she said. "Impressive. Now, tell me, kit... what's on your mind?"

Nick paused for a moment. Where to begin? Everything that had happened recently, every weird experience, every seemingly unbelievable moment--it all seemed to start with that fateful day when Nick had accidentally-on purpose spied on his sister doing her thang.

"I honestly, truly think," he said, "I'm in love with my sister.

"I lust after her, I want her so bad, and she is the sexiest, craziest, smartest, cutest, most bad-assed-est bitch anywhere. And it's not an exaggeration... I'm not building her up in my mind," he said. He went on to explain how Sarah was on the verge of landing a dream job, and how everyone at school lusted after her, even after quite a few of them had gotten lucky with her.

He explained how she'd taught him to dance and how, in the space of just a few weeks, she'd gone from seemingly despising him to actually crying in his arms.

"Are you sure it's only she who's changed?" the tigress said. She was totally engrossed in the kit's story, resting her chin on her paws and staring up at him, still straddling him.

"Hell no," Nick said. "I used to be a whiny, demanding, annoying little jerk, now I'm... I actually care about other people. And their emotions. Not as much as I could... or should... but I'm getting better," the kit said.

"I don't want to just sit around and jack it and play CS all day anymore," he said. "I want to make something of myself... be someone... do important things. And the whole while, love only one woman. Preferably, my sister."

The tigress stared at him for a long moment. Seemed to choose her words carefully.

"Kit, that is the most bizarre, surreal, almost-believable, sappy, ridiculous, surreal thing I've ever heard," she said.

"You said surreal twice," Nick pointed out helpfully.

"Yeah, it was for emphasis," the tigress sighed.

Nick looked at her expectantly for a moment.

"What?" she said.

"Help me!" he said. "Give me some--I don't know--wisdom or something! Or advice, or--or Zen-like serenity and certainty."

"You're saying that because I'm Asian, aren't you?"

"Absolutely not," Nick said immediately. "That would be culturally insensitive.

"You wanted to know my story, and it's not because you love drama. It's because you've been in bad places before. I can tell."

"Yeah? How's that?" the tigress said.

"Number one, you're an immigrant," Nick said. "And no matter where an immigrant is or isn't from, it takes guts to leave your home, your family, certainty, stability, for a distant land, all based on a hope. And I saw you perk up when I mentioned my sister leaving forever in just a few days," he said.

"When you left home, you left someone," Nick said. "Didn't you?"

The tigress looked away. When she looked back at Nick, she could no more than nod, tears filling her eyes.

He reached down and caressed her face gently, it was as far as he could reach. Some time ago, he would have tried to find words, failed, and eventually settled on a weak, "there, there." Now he knew better than to talk. And he knew better than trying to hush her too. He simply held her, cuddling gently, meeting her where she was, doing what she needed him to do.

In time the tigress calmed. Nuzzled her face against the kit's torso and hugged him gently.

"It was really selfless of you to give your voucher to your friend," she said.

"She needed it more than I did," Nick said simply. "And I owe her... a lot. You will honor the voucher, right?" he said. "With her being human and everything?"

"Of course I will," the tigress said, looking up at the kit. "Of course I will."

Nick stroked through her hair a few times, it was like ink in his paws, perfectly straight and smooth.

"It's not fair," he said.

"What's that?"

"To be so beautiful." He was practically examining her, every contour of her face, every stripe on her coat. He grinned, noticing her blush bright red even under her fur.

Then she laughed. "You're just saying that to get your dick sucked," she said.

"Fringe benefits of honesty... hopefully?" Nick said.

She just laughed, already starting to undo his belt with her practiced paws.

"Well, if you're lucky," she said, "you might get a lot more than oral."

"But I don't have... condoms," the kit said distantly, but that was the last thing on his mind as the tigress tugged his pants down.

The bulge in his boxers was massive, the head of his cock already pushing well past the waistband. The tigress ignored his totally and tugged his boxers down too, too quickly for the kit to achieve full hardness and bonk her in the face as he had to fake-Sarah, not that long ago.

She looked down at the kit, already huge and swelling north of his belly button.

"One of the better ones I've seen," she said cryptically, and Nick squirmed uncomfortably. Please, please don't let this be Third Base round two...

But the tigress was leaning forward and kissing all around the kit's groin, just as Tori had, not that long ago. Like Tori, she seemed to be searching for something, catch, a strap, glue, bandages...

"What the fuck," she said out loud.

By then Nick was mostly hard, levitating straight up from his prone body. The tigress looked up at him from somewhere near the base of his cock. It was so thick that it blocked out most of her vision, so hot that it radiated, practically glowing, and it was...

"This is... real..."

"I, uhm, yeah." The kit cleared his throat, tried to speak in a deeper tone. "I mean, hehehe... is that a problem? Are you scared?" he lightly teased her. His paw made its way to the midsection of his cock and stroked it once or twice.

In seconds, her fingers replaced his. They were so dainty and fine against the veined thickness of his shaft, the moment he felt them begin to stroke he ground upward instinctively.

"I'm not scared," the tigress said. "A little intimidated, maybe. But also, kind of... excited." She winked at him and began to plant a series of wet, loud, open-mouthed kisses up and down the underside of his shaft. He was so thick that she had to use two hands just to control him,

Nick again ground upward instinctively, biting back a moan. The tigress giggled--he was too cute!--and stroked him more rapidly.

"That said," the tigress said thoughtfully, "since you're a little big and I'm a little," she nodded down at where her legs were crossed between the kit's, "well, little... I think that's off the table."

"Uhn... really?" Nick said.

"Sorry, baby," she said. "If I'd have known, I would have stretched first."

"Stretched? How?" Nick said, but the tigress just giggled.

For the first time, he noticed what she was wearing, a top that was a lacey black bra with an attached cloth that was sheer below the bust. She saw him looking, then reached back with a paw and let the top fall free, and kept it off to the side. She was gorgeous... not quite as stacked as Tori--let alone Sarah--but Nick sat up and reached down to grab himself a handful or two. In the process, his cock, hard and heavy, rubbed lightly against the tigress's face and snout

She winced a bit and pulled away at that.

"Oop--sorry," Nick said, but she grinned and took hold of his cock by the base.

"Just be careful next time," she said. "A big cock like this and a little girl like me... you could really do some damage."

Nick hardened up at that. Even more when she lightly smacked his shaft against the side of her face. As his lust grew, so did his boldness. He reached down, holding the tigress's face in place by the hair, and used the other to actually rub his cock none-too-gently against her countenance.

"Ooh, the kit's getting dominant--ahn!" she gasped as he actually slapped her in the face with his cock. She then grinned as his hands settled into her hair, controlling her, but permitting her motion... for the moment.

She licked, kissed, and sucked her way up to the head of Nick's cock. She seemed mesmerized by it more than intimidated by it, and spent a few moments just licking around the flared crown.

"Sssssalty," she hissed. "You must keep a healthy diet."

"Yeah... kind of," Nick said. "Assuming Slim Jim's and Snickers are healthy..."

She then kissed her way down his cock. In seconds she was kissing and then licking at the kit's balls, causing him to twitch and grind upward, a heavy spurt of precum making him jolt from the recoil. As the thick creamy spunk dripped its way down his shaft, perfectly white and opaque, she simply continued to love on his balls... first one, then the other, then she opened her mouth wide and tried to get both in. She failed--accidentally ground her teeth over the kit's sensitive sack--and then backed off, drooling, grinning.

"You taste and smell so good," she cooed to him. "I'm going to have so much fun~"

She began to jack the kit off with a half-closed paw. Blinded by lust and want, and light-headed from the redistribution of blood, Nick firmly gripped her by her hair and pulled her face into his balls. In seconds, all the tigress could smell and breathe was his sack, but she seemed to like it--more than like it. In moments she was love-drunk on the scent of his potent masculinity, sucking on his balls like a woman in need as she jacked him off still faster.

The kit almost came when she regained control of herself and slowed down. He breathed down at her in wanton lust and want, clutching at her hair, her face, her breasts, as she scooted forward a bit, pressing his throbbing cock against her chest.

"Fucking big cock makes my tits look small," she noted as she tried to wrap her breasts around him. She failed--he was so huge she could barely hold him in place--that didn't stop her from moving up and down around him with unbridled lust.

In seconds, Nick was precumming heavily, excessively even. The tigress knew that a big load was coming--opened her mouth and closed her eyes expectantly--

It was more than she could have imagined. Far more than she could have prepared for. She was coated from her hairline down in thick spunk, and that was on top of the heavy thick spurts she swallowed. When she thought Nick was done, she opened an eye to wink at him--and another stream caught her across the bridge of the nose.

"Dammit!" she swore. "That's... a lot of cum, kit!" She stroked him; though he had softened a bit, his cock was still impressively, almost unbelievably hard.

For a moment, she considered torturing the kit... or maybe making him cum again, or maybe, just maybe, half-hard, she might just be able to fit him in...

Nick felt her grinding against him. She was sopping wet--of course, that was that sweet feminine scent in the air. He wanted to get up--wanted to fuck her, or at least eat her out--but the tigress grinned and shook her head.

"I can tell you're a virgin. Or, mostly a virgin," she said, as Nick began to protest. "Well, do yourself a favor, kit. Make your first time a memorable one. Like, with someone whose name you know, not a masseuse at a shady massage parlor. Maybe even someone you love... maybe a sexy, crazy, cute, amazing, bad-ass bitch."

"Wait," Nick said. "Are you saying... I... my first time... Sarah?"

The tigress winked at him.

"I'm saying that you have to do what makes you happy in the long run," she said. "Yeah, you can have fun and distract yourself, and with a cock like this, you could have... well, a lot of distractions. And if that's what you really want, the world's your oyster.

"On the other hand, if there's one thing you want... one person," she said, "don't let her slip away. Don't let anything else be more important than her, if she's your number one."

"But I don't know what to do. Where do I even start?" Nick said. "It's not like asking your crush out. This is my sister. I still don't know if she hates me or not--what do I even tell her?"

"Why not... the truth?"

"What? No, that's crazy," Nick said.

And then he remember what Alex had told him, not that long ago, to spirit him out of an otherwise unwinnable situation.

What the tigress had said was crazy.

So crazy it just might work...