I Love You Twice: Sleep with Myself
#11 of I Love You Twice
I Love You Twice: Sleep with Myself
By Green
Kelly Parrish, a sixteen-year-old Maine coon who prided herself on her exceptionally fluffy pelt, blinked twice as she woke up. It was one of those occasions where a person wakes up in the middle of the night for seemingly no reason at all, normally leading to a shrug and a roll-over as they go back to snoozing.
This was not Kelly's reaction.
Closing her eyes, she moaned bitterly, a sound quite at odds with the soft purring emanating from the young feline's body.
"Nooooo... Dammit, why now?"
Beneath the covers, her legs gently rubbed together, something she was not consciously aware of. Blindly, she reached for the other side of the bed, reached for David Parrish, the man who was both her lover and her older brother, and encountered only sheets and pillows. This time she said nothing but whimpered quietly. Kelly, you see, had just been in the middle of a very explicit sex dream, and, as these things tend to go, she had woken up right in the middle of The Deed, well before she'd reached even imaginary relief. Reaching under the covers, she gingerly snuck a hand into her pyjama pants and confirmed two things. One, just as she had feared, her brother's member was not really inside her. And two, her labia were swollen with need and slick with desire.
This exact scenario had played itself out on a few prior occasions. Kelly had responded by sneaking into Dave's room and having her way with him. Dave normally hated being awakened in the night, but somehow he'd never complained when the first sight to greet his groggy eyes was his little sister's face, smiling as well as she could with his already-stiff cock in her mouth. To this point, he'd been too much of a gentleman to return the favour, suffering in silence when a dream gave him blue balls, but Kelly frequently encouraged him to surprise her that way, finding the idea of waking up being stimulated by her love an intense turn-on.
The problem in this particular case was that sneaking into her brother's room and fucking his brains out wasn't even an option. He had been invited to hang out at a friend's cottage to celebrate the long weekend, and it was only Sunday night. He'd been gone since Friday and wouldn't be back until late Monday, which was an awfully long time for the poor girl to go sexually frustrated, a condition her soulmate had once jokingly referred to as "pink ovaries". It was a lot funnier when she wasn't actually soaking wet and aching for his touch.
Rolling over and trying to ignore it wasn't very effective, as elements of the dream combined with some of her favourite memories kept flitting to the front of her mind. She knew he would be back soon, but she still missed her Davey. She missed his silly jokes and slightly crooked grin, the one that showed off his dimples. She missed the way their purrs synchronized when they were very close. She missed feeling his warm body against her own, the feeling of his fur, short and coarse compared to hers, running through her fingers. And of course, she ached for the feeling of his flesh inside her, the glorious sensation of making forbidden love to the man who had become so much more than an older brother. She whimpered again as the mental image of his prick spasming through an intense orgasm appeared and refused to go away. She loved to watch him ejaculate; the sight fascinated her almost as much as it turned her on. One of the things Dave did that she normally didn't like was making her ask him out loud to do certain things, like go down on her or push inside. As embarrassed as she normally was to openly say these things, right now she would have begged on her knees if it meant her brother would extinguish this flame and give her some peace.
"Aww, fuck it."
That was it. She could take no more. Kicking the blanket off of herself, she wasted no time in hooking her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her pyjama pants and tugging them down her thighs, her tail twitching with the strength of her need.
"This won't be as good as Davey, but sometimes..."
She left that thought unfinished, gasping as she pressed her fingers against her sopping mound, feeling exactly how much pleasure the simple action brought her.
"God, I really need this..."
Sighing in relief, Kelly began to trace her fingertips up and down along her labia, closing her eyes and pretending it was her brother's confident, black-furred hand and not her own. She tried to do as Davey did and tease herself a little, but practically the instant she felt her clitoris peeking out from its fleshy hood, she made a beeline for it, shuddering as she squeezed the small nub.
"Y-yes, right there, Davey, right there..."
Moving her other hand back down to continue playing with her lips, she slightly extended a single claw, sticking it ever-so-slightly into the space between her inner and outer lips, running it along the sensitive flesh and biting her lip to keep from groaning out loud.
It wasn't long before she was unconsciously rolling her hips, her tail twitching agitatedly between her legs beneath her. Unable to stand the emptiness even one second longer, she took the fingers that were teasing her vulva (retracting any extended claws, of course) and slid them into herself, moaning and arching her back as a shudder ran from the crown of her lustrous brown hair to the tips of her curling toes. Pushing her fingers as deep as she could, she reached out with fingertips to rub and stroke the more sensitive parts of her vagina, the ones she could reach anyway. Squeezing down on her fingers, she wished it was her brother's thick prick instead, but she would make do, thinking for the thousandth time that she should invest in a sex toy for situations like this one.
Kelly continued for several minutes, writing on the bed as she played with herself, mercilessly fingering her love tunnel and rubbing and stroking against every part of her clit. Writhing on the bed, she knew she was close, and released her clitoris, quickly moving the hand under her T-shirt to squeeze and grope one of her breasts, allowing the heel and thumb of her other hand to take over love button duty, the extraordinarily sensitive organ not really requiring finesse at this point anyway. Pretending she could feel her brother's body above her, his erection between her lips, his teeth giving her shoulder the kind of lover's bite that only felines can really appreciate, she whimpered once more as her climax built and built, every nerve in her body ready for the inevitable explosion of pleasure.
When it finally came, when she finally came, she whispered a single word, "Davey!", and then let out a feral yowl as her orgasm exploded throughout her compact form, lifting her butt off the bed, her parts convulsing against her fingers within her, her tail flicking about like it was trying to free itself from her pelvis, and pleasure, white-hot pleasure burning throughout her entire being.
Soon she lay, purring and panting and sweaty, against the bed, an enormous Cheshire smile stretched across her muzzle. Enjoying her own personal afterglow, she ignored her discarded pants and merely rolled over onto her side, the fur on her groin, thighs, and hands, not to mention the sheets, fairly soaked in her juices. Remembering Dave's love for her scent and taste, she curiously brought a hand up to her face and licked gently at her fingers, giggling at the mental image of how Dave would react if he saw her doing that. She still planned to have her way with him as soon as he got home, but this did take the edge off her fraternal lust. Closing her eyes, she imagined the pillow was the white star on her brother's chest, something she often used as a target for nuzzling against, and remembered the feeling of his arms wrapped tightly around her. Soon enough, she would be able to hear him say it back, but for now, as she drifted off to sleep once more, she was satisfied to whisper softly into the night.
"I love you twice, Davey."