My Great Big Brother - I love you...
Disclaimer: Don't read this if you are underage, meaning if you are under 18 SHOO! NOW. And I know you aren't gonna listen because I did the same thing when I was 16. Sigh, so just make sure you lock the damn door so your parents don't catch you, a'ight? All characters are mine. Also, this story contains Incest in it. For the record, I don't condone it and sure as hell don't recommend it. So listen up kiddies and don't try to bang your sis. Got it? If not, your ass is grass and your dad's foot is a lawn mower. Oh, and any copyrighted names I used belong to their respective owners and I was not paid to use them. Go Steelers! And also Go Gators even though I don't go to that school. =)
Also, no real yiffs here. In interest of having plenty of plot I condensed the yiffs cause I figure by this point you've seen enough and now just care about what happens. So here yah go. ^^
June 15th 12:12 A.M. - Kyle's Room
Satisfied that her job was done, Katie carefully crept off the bed and stood back on the floor. With a depressed sigh she looked over her still sleeping brother, his face now simply bearing a broad smile as his breathing returned to normal and he continued sleeping soundly, as if nothing had ever happened. Well, that was fun, she thought. Still, she was just as horny as when she'd started, if not hornier. She figured the best thing to do was just head back to her room and try counting to infinity again. Katie turned to leave, but as she stepped away she was suddenly stopped by a strong tug on her tail. A bolt of ice cold fear surged through her heart as she froze in place and heard a gruff, "Hmm, going somewhere are we?"
Katie slowly turned her head and looked over her shoulder to see Kyle looking back at her. Even in the darkness she could make out the faint traces of a smile on Kyle's face, but that didn't do much to alleviate the fear budding in her heart. Looking down, she saw his left paw wrapped tightly around her tail, effectively holding her in place. For a moment the two simply stared at each other, both trying to read one another's thoughts. Then, after a few seconds of awkward silence Katie finally replied to her brother's question.
"Oh...uhh...how-how long have you been awake?"
"Long enough," Kyle replied sarcastically.
"Kyle, please don't be mad..." Katie started to say, but the fear in her nerves made her voice crack and trail off halfway through her sentence.
"Mad? Why would I be mad?" Kyle asked, now talking with a much softer demeanor.
"I don't know it's just...I can't take this anymore!"
"Take what?" Kyle asked while letting go of Katie's tail so she could turn around to face him.
"Not being able to yiff! I mean I know we stopped so I wouldn't risk getting pregnant, but now I'm starting to think that we maybe should have thought this plan through before committing to it," Katie explained fervently.
"Why the sudden change of heart?"
"Because...because I'm...you know..."
"In heat?" Kyle guessed.
Katie closed her eyes while looking away and nodding, embarrassment making her blush through her white fur.
"That's what I figured. You've been moody a lot the last day or two, plus I can smell it right now," he said while getting up so he sat on the edge of the bed.
"That's real comforting you know," Katie said indignantly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that," Kyle said while cupping a paw under Katie's chin to turn her face back towards him. "You know you don't have to hide your needs from me like this; I understand heat isn't a pleasant thing to go through alone."
Katie smiled and managed to look her brother in the eyes without feeling too shy. "But...but our pact..."
"I made that promise because I love you and care about you more than anyone else in the world. But how can I truly mean what I say though if I don't help you now?" He smiled and stood up, placing his paws around her hips. He then gently guided her over to his bed and had her sit down. "You shouldn't have to sneak in here like a ninja...which was very impressive by the way...because you're afraid I'll say no to you in a time of need. I'm always here for you when you need me, always."
Katie smiled back, her eyes glistening slightly as if tears were gathering in them. "You don't know how much that means to me right now," she said, her voice now firm and clear as the fear in her heart dissipated, leaving only joy in its wake.
Kyle simply beamed down at her as he eased her back onto the bed and then slipped his index fingers under her panty's waistband and slid them down her legs and off her feet, nonchalantly tossing them behind him as if he did this sort of thing every day (which secretly he did). Instantly his nostrils were overwhelmed with the alluring aroma of Katie's scent; the pheromone laced fragrance of peaches mixed a distinctly feminine smell that screamed at Kyle's brain "FUCK ME NAOW!" His mouth watered, and he actually had to bring a paw up to his lips to wipe off some drool from his maw, which hung open as he stared into his sisters beautifully swollen, dripping red pussy. He slowly leaned forward, pressing his muzzle against her slit as he pushed his tongue against her and gave a long slow lick along the outer lips of her vulva.
"Ngaaah!" Katie gasped as her nether regions were finally getting the attention they so desperately craved.
"Hmmm?" Kyle hummed in inquiry.
"Please...don't stop," she whimpered in reply.
Kyle just grinned as he dove back in and let his tongue get to work. It was gonna be a long night.
June 15th - 3:20 P.M. - Discover Mills Shopping Mall
"Katie, how many pairs of shoes do you need?" Kyle asked as he helped lug a couple of shopping backs back to his car.
"You're not a girl, so it's probably hard for you to understand," she replied while carrying a single, much lighter bag filled only with a pair of t-shirts she'd bought.
"Try me," Kyle said as he mentally punched himself for using the mall's crappily designed parking deck instead of the main lot on the north side of the mall.
"Well...okay I think the best analogy is I like shoes to how you like guns," Katie explained. "I would assume one would be enough, but you guys fill whole closets with them."
"That's in case of a zombie outbreak! Besides, the guns don't do me much good if they're in the closet, that's just where I keep the spare ammo. No, the guns are under my mattress," Kyle elaborated.
"Does daddy know you have those in there?"
"Nope. And he won't so long as Shelly doesn't go peeking in there. Fortunately, I left the shirt I wore from last night on the floor, so the room should be pretty rank by now.......what? Don't look at me like that Katie," Kyle said as he noticed his sister rolling her eyes off to the side.
"You're lucky I find your disgusting quirks amusing. Most girls aren't quite so tolerant," Katie said with a smirk.
"Who cares? I got you, don't I? All the other girls can go jump in the ocean for all I care. Except maybe for that vixen from those iPod commercials, she looks like she'd be good for making sandwiches at a superbowl party."
"Hey! Are you saying I can't make good sandwiches for a stupid football game?" Katie asked indignantly?
"Do you want to be able to?" Kyle replied as they reached the parking deck's elevator and stepped inside to ride it up to the third level.
"Huh, good point. Knowing you and your friends you'd knock back at least half a dozen each."
"At a minimum. Plus, you don't like cooking naked when my friends are in the house," he said with sly grin.
"I don't like cooking naked, period."
"What about that time where mom caught you cooking a grilled cheese while topless?" Kyle retorted.
"That's different! I was starving for breakfast, and I was waiting for my Zune t-shirt to get out of the wash!" Katie explained, her cheeks slightly blushed from embarrassment at the memory of that event.
"Of all the days I just had to sleep in..."
"Oh hush, that was before we were mates. I wouldn't have done it if you were down there," she said while rolling her eyes again.
Kyle had stopped listening at this point however. Talking about seeing Katie topless had made his mind drift back fifteen hours earlier, when he'd found Katie in the midst of giving him a blowjob in his sleep. He smiled as he recalled how he eagerly returned the favor, followed by them yiffing briefly before realizing that they couldn't go all the way, lest Katie risk impregnation. So instead they tried something Kyle had had on his mind for a long time, and experimented with the 69 position. Although a tad awkward at first, they both quickly adapted and Kyle soon found himself soaking his pillowcase and t-shirt in the bathroom sink to get Katie's cum stains out. His mind was jostled back to reality as the elevator finally reached the third floor.
Even though it was the mid afternoon, the mall was still heavily crowded, and so even the third level was mostly full of cars. Kyle tried to remember which part of the deck they had parked in, and after a few seconds he recalled it was the green section. As he led the way back to his father's Honda Accord, he noticed a pair of brown furred foxes sitting on the bumper of a beat up Impala, smoking cigarettes and playing with a pair of switchblades. They didn't seem to notice him or Katie, but they gave him an uneasy feeling nonetheless. Kyle quickly ushered Katie back to the car, and soon they were busy placing their bags in the trunk. For a moment Kyle thought he could breathe easy, but then he heard the sound of approaching footsteps echoing off the low concrete ceiling of the garage. As he turned, he saw the two foxes approaching him, both wearing sinister grins on their ugly mugs.
"Katie, get behind me and stay calm," Kyle firmly instructed.
"What? What's going..."
Before Katie could finish she noticed one of the foxes, who had a blue and white bandana tied around his head, pull out a Glock34 pistol and point it menacingly at Kyle.
"Hold it right there ese, not one more step. We don't want any trouble, but my friend and I here are almost out of smokes, and we couldn't help but notice you got a lot bags there," the fox said while gesturing with the gun towards the trunk of the car.
The other fox, who wore a navy blue t-shirt and sunglasses, simply stood behind his cohort and played with his switchblade.
"Friend, I suggest you put down the gun and walk away before I have to hurt you," Kyle said plainly, not showing the slightest twinge of fear.
"Kyle are you crazy?!" Katie whispered as she fearfully grabbed his arm and held him close.
Kyle merely shrugged her off to keep his arms free. He smiled at her comment, since he still hadn't told her about his dream from his first night back; how death himself had proclaimed Kyle was invincible unless he committed suicide. Was he crazy? Well, that was still debatable. But afraid he was not, and that meant he didn't intend to give either of these muggers a cent of his hard earned cash.
"Haha, she's got a point cabron, you are crazy. Now paws in the air where I can see them," the fox with the bandana said as he steadily aimed between Kyle's eyes.
Kyle and Katie both complied, raising their paws level with their ears.
"Alright, Jorge check 'em out and get their stuff," the fox with the gun said to his companion, who nodded and walked up to Kyle, switchblade in paw. Jorge nodded and walked over, holding his switchblade pointed at Kyle's chest.
"Don't move pendejo, or else you'll be caring your guts home in that shopping bag," Jorge said as he held out his free paw. "Now fork over your wallet, phone, and anything else you know I want so I don't have to gut you like a motherfucker."
Kyle smirked and pulled his wallet out, casually handing it over. "Oh yeah? You mean kinda like this?"
Suddenly Kyle brought his left paw up and grabbed Jorge's wrist, twisting it clockwise and straining the radial nerve in the fox's arm. Jorge instantly lost his grip on the switchblade and it fell out of his paw and into Kyle's awaiting right hand. Instinctively Jorge brought up his spare paw and prepared to deck Kyle across the face, but he hesitated as he felt Kyle press the back of his hand to his thigh. The next thing Jorge knew was pure, complete, untainted pain as Kyle stabbed the switchblade straight through his paw and into his femur bone, effectively crucifying Jorge's hand to his own leg.
"AAAAAAUUURRRRRGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
Jorge screamed in agony while his colleague stood and watched in astonishment. He didn't scream for very long though, as Kyle followed up by straight punching him in the throat, crushing the fox's larynx and damning him to a slow death by asphyxiation. As Jorge collapsed to the ground, gagging as he struggled to reopen his windpipe, Kyle turned and faced the other fox. The vulpine mugger was clearly terrified, and his paws shook as he aimed his Glock at Kyle.
"Y-you sonuva bitch! I-I'm gonna..."
"Gonna what? Shoot me?" Kyle asked while making a fist and casually cracking his knuckles. "Go ahead, point that thing at me and see what happens."
The fox didn't waste another second and fired a single round right for Kyle's head...only for it to miss by two inches and shatter a Ford Escape's back window. Kyle just grinned as the fox looked down at his gun in disbelief, wondering how he missed a target standing only ten feet away from him. Then, as he looked back up, he saw Kyle charging forth and was promptly kicked in the chest and knocked flat on his back. The fox's trigger finger clenched reflexively, and he accidently discharged another round into the ceiling. Kyle ignored this distraction though, and quickly pinned the fox's gun paw to the floor with his left paw, and proceeded to rain blows upon the mugger's face with his right.
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! CRUNCH!
The fox's facial plate gave way on the forth strike, and a piece of his nose bone was forced into his frontal lobe, killing him instantly. Kyle stood up, flexing his fingers and panting heavily as he tried to call down from the surge of adrenalin that had just helped him beat two men to death with his bare paws.
"Whew, that was a close one. Katie you alright?" he asked while checking to make sure the fox's breathing had stopped.
No response.
"Katie?" he asked again while looking over his shoulder.
Kyle's eyes widened. His heart skipped a beat, and then another as a painful surge of fear burst in his chest. "KATIE!"
There she lay, flat on her back against the cold concrete of the parking deck. She wasn't breathing, she wasn't moving. Kyle rushed over as quickly as he could and knelt beside her.
"Oh gods, Katie! Come on sis, talk to me, what happened? Where are you hurt?" Kyle frantically asked as he tried to get a response from his sister.
His eyes soon found the answer; a slowly expanding bloodstain three inches in diameter over her heart. For a second Kyle thought that this must have been some kind of twisted nightmare, as there was no way she could have been dealt this kind of wound unless...
The round that hit the ceiling.
Looking up, Kyle saw a small chip in the concrete support beam on the ceiling. Replaying the event in his head, Kyle realized the bullet hit the ceiling at just the right angle to ricochet off and hit Katie square in the heart. He looked back down at her, gently placing a paw under her chin as he looked for some sign of life in her eyes. But there was none. Just an empty, blank stare from her now slightly cloudy eyes.
"But if I were you, I'd look after that sister of yours, she seems like such a nice girl..."
Death's words echoed in the back of his mind. Kyle gritted his teeth and shouted in pure rage, grabbing his head and pulling his fur out as he screamed himself hoarse.
"Grrrr, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK FUUUUUUCCKKKK!!!!! YOU SONUVA BITCH! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!" Kyle shouted as he whirled around, expecting to see his old pal Grim standing there.
"WHY'D SHE HAVE TO BE THE ONE? YOU COULD'VE TAKEN ANYONE ELSE! WHY'D YOU KILL HER? ANSWER ME!"
Silence. Not even so much as tweet from one of the birds that had a nest in the building's rafters. Kyle sank back to his knees and held Katie's limp figure close to his, smearing her own blood on his clothes as his eyes began to burn with tears.
"It's okay sis, I gotcha. Big brother's here, you're gonna be okay. Gonna be...o...kay. O-oh my gawd..." he cried as he finally couldn't take it anymore and broke down into tears. He remembered the last time he cried had been when he was fourteen, and had broken a few toes on his right foot in a bicycle accident. That had been the most painful experience of his life up till when he'd been shot. But this, this was unfathomable. He felt like his very soul had been sliced to ribbons, and then burned in unholy black despair.
I'm sorry sis, I did all I could, but fate itself has conspired against me. But I'll always remember you, and I'll never love another girl besides you. I love you Katie...goodbye.
Two Days Later -
When the police arrived at the parking garage, they found Kyle still clutching Katie's body. It was pretty obvious what had happened, but nonetheless shocking as the coroners hauled off the two dead foxes who'd been beaten to a bloody pulp. Kyle had told them what happened, how the foxes tried to mug them, how he had killed them both in the blink of an eye, and yet had somehow failed to protect his sister. The paramedics pronounced Katie dead at the scene, as the 9mm hollowpoint bullet had entered her heart and ripped it to shreds. She'd died in a matter of seconds as the blood flow to her brain stopped. And, as usual, the paramedics did their best to lie to Kyle that she hadn't felt a thing. But he knew the truth, and that only made things worse.
For two days Kyle never left his room. He couldn't eat, he couldn't sleep, and he couldn't do anything without seeing Katie's limp corpse laying there on the pavement. Whenever he exhausted himself to the point of passing out, he'd nod off briefly before another nightmare would start. As the hours progressed, they became more frequent, and more gruesome. At first he simply saw the bullet impacting her, but as his mind became more and more tired the dreams turned more and more surreal.
The demons from his earlier dreams had now made themselves known. They'd claimed his sister and taken her from him. In his mind Kyle saw himself back in the garage, fending off a crowd of zombies as a pair of thirteen eyed demons clawed Katie into submission, and then dragged her screaming into the elevator shaft as black pungent flames of sin billowed out from the doors. And yet there was nothing he could do but watch as they carried her in took her away from him once and for all.
"Gah fuck!"
Kyle gasped as he awoke on his bed for the thirteenth time that day. His body was covered in sweat, despite the fact the air conditioning was on full blast and he was wearing only his boxers. His mouth was dry, and he felt dizzy from dehydration. Wearily, Kyle checked his alarm clock. 11:36 P.M. He'd been trying to sleep for nearly eighteen hours now, and hadn't gotten more than forty consecutive minutes of it. He slowly got up from the bed, his joints aching as from lack of use as he limped his way into the bathroom and grabbed a paper cup by his sink. He swilled down nearly a full liter of water before his stomach ached and told him it had had enough.
Exhaustion set in again and Kyle collapsed to the floor. The cold tile felt good on his flesh, and so he didn't bother to get up as he drifted off to sleep again. The dreams began again, this time taking place in his very own home.
The walls are painted with pentagrams made of blood. Black blood. Thick, and stagnant. I smell sulfur everywhere as I hold her close to me. I feel her fear as she shudders in my arms, knowing that the demons are close. I hug her tight and whisper it'll be okay, that I'm there to protect her. She nods and smiles up at me, a tear of relief running down her cheek. I wish I shared her sentiment, but I know what happens next. My room for some reason is filled with candles, and my doors and windows are missing. Strange shadows dance along the walls as the candles flicker, providing a dim yellow light that seems to forebode death, despair, and disharmony.
And then I see them. They've been here all along, hiding in the shadows. From the corners of my room they advance, surrounding my bed and besetting me before I can so much as lift a finger. I feel their claws dig into my arms as they pull me back and stab their inch long talons through my flesh and pin me to the mattress. I twist and thrash about, but it does nothing but cut tiny pieces of meat from my bones. But I ignore the pain as I desperately try to get up. I have to protect her! I WILL protect her!
But I can't. That's the sad truth I always refuse to accept. I watch as tears of blood and pure frustration fill my eyes. Another two demons grab Katie from behind and throw her to the ground. She tries to get up but they swiftly rake their claws across her back, leaving deep red gashes that stain her beautiful white fur with blood. She shudders in pain, crying aloud and filling my heart with equal agony as I scream at them to leave her alone. But the simply turn and grin, taunting me. The two that have me pinned trace their claws over my chest and stomach while chuckling evilly. I wince in pain, but I know the scratches are non-lethal. They don't want to let me die you see, I'm supposed to stay here and suffer. While Katie...she's theirs now.
I watch in horror as they drag her into the corner of the room, where the shadows seem to spread like a dark cloud and stay agape as they carry my mate into the very maw of Hell.
"KYLE! HELP ME PLEASE! DON'T LET'EM TAKE ME! OH GOD HELP! HELP ME!!! HELP MEEEEEE!"
I grit my teeth and cry her name as I look into her eyes one last time as they drag the screaming figure of my sister with them into the blackness. She desperately claws at the carpet, trying to grip onto something, but it's no use. With one last glance she looks up at me with those big, pleading brown eyes. So beautiful and untainted by the evils of this world, and yet so full of fear and agony as she suffers because of me. ME. And then she's gone, taken away into the shadows. The other two demons who'd pinned me remove their claws and quickly follow their cohorts into the shadows.
I leap up from the bed, ignoring the pain in my arms as I rush to the shadows and try to follow them. But it's no use. I run straight into the wall, fall flat on my butt and cry in pain. I punch the wall, trying, hoping, knowing there has to be some way to break through and follow them. And yet, try as I might, I only succeed in breaking the bones in my fingers as I punch and claw at the wall.
"C'mon you piece of...fuck! Just! Fucking! Open! God! Damn it!" My curses only seem to bounce off the wall and come back to taunt me. It can't be no use can it? There has to be a way right? Please, there has to be one. I have to save her, I promised her I would! I fucking promised her damn it! I'm not a liar, I keep my word. I told her I'd keep her safe. That means there has to be a way to get to her right? RIGHT? Somebody, please, answer me! I hate this silence. I can't think, it's too quiet! Ger! Shut up! Why can't I shut up! Because it's just me here dumbass, everyone knows the loudest person in the room is always you. FUCK. YOU. You're the one who won't shut up and...
I'm going insane. That must be it. This is a dream, I know it is. My sister is dead. She's been dead for days now. But why, why can't my fucking brain grasp that? Why can't it get that Katie is dead. SHE'S DEAD GOD DAMN IT!!!
And then, the wall opens. I can see past it, into a foreign realm of shadows and blackness. But I feel an unparrelled joy overcome my very soul, because now, now I can go fight them on their own turf. I can reclaim her! I will rescue her. I. WILL, SAVE HER! Katie, hold on!
Kyle awoke with a start as his dream abruptly ended. He stood up and looked in the mirror, unsure if this was really reality or if he'd awoken into another nightmare. He rushed back into his room and pressed his paws against the corners of his room. Come on, come on! It was here just a second ago! Slowly, his mind began to realize that he was definitely no longer dreaming. A panic overcame him and he jumped back into bed, pulling a pillow over his head as he desperately tried to fall asleep again.
Come on, come on! I was about to save her! Urgh! Gotta get back to sleep.
Kyle moved back into the bathroom, looking under his sink for a bottle of pills. A few seconds later he had what he was looking for, a jar of melatonin sleeping tablets. Kyle always kept them on hand for nights where he was having trouble falling asleep, and now was no different. He quickly popped one and swilled it down with some water. He stared at himself in the mirror, waiting for the effect to take hold.
COME ON! I'm supposed to be getting tired now!
He grabbed another one, not realizing that he was now taking double the recommended dose. But he didn't care. All that mattered was getting back to sleep and rescuing his sister. After ten minutes of pacing around his room he was feeling as jittery and anxious as ever. With that, he popped a third pill. Surely, that would do something. But it did nothing. Or at least, he thought it didn't. He popped two more, swilling them down with another glass of water. His legs started to feel a little wobbly, and he finally felt like lying down again. He smiled as a familiar fuzziness filled his mind
Finally...falling...asleep. Here I come Katie...just...hold on a little longer.
What Kyle didn't feel, however, was his blood slowly being poisoned by the overdose of melatonin. With too much of it in his bloodstream, his brain quickly became sedated, and his breathing became fainter and fainter. An hour later all five tablets had fully dissolved, and his blood was thoroughly diluted with the poisonous cocktail of sleeping pills. His brain's actions became slower, weaker, erratic. Breathing became labored, and as his body entered the deepest confines of repose, breathing became impossible.
When Kyle opened his eyes, he was surprised to still find himself in his room. He looked around, wondering if he was dreaming again, or if he'd just prematurely awoken again. And then he looked back down on the bed, and saw himself laying there, still as a mountain. Immediately his mind realized what happened, and that he was dead again. He tried to touch his body, wanting to make sure he wasn't dreaming. His paws simply passed through his corpse though, unable to touch that which lay in the realm of the living. The room felt cold, and turning his head to look over his shoulder he saw a familiar dark robed figure.
"What are you doing here?" Kyle sighed. His voice didn't show signs of fear, anxiety or distress. Just...exhaustion.
"Just here to finally collect on an old debt," Death replied, his scythe gleaming as the early morning moonlight gleamed off the blade.
Kyle didn't move as he looked back down at himself on the bed. What's the point in fighting it when there's nothing left to live for? And so he took one last deep breath as he felt the scythe rise up, and then he felt nothing as it cut through him. All he felt was a strange emptiness, and a longing feeling that even now, he wasn't going to see his sister anytime soon.
And with that, we only have one chapter left before this series is finally wrapped up. Till next time guys.