My Wonderful Little Sister- The Art of Yiff Part 1
Disclaimer: You know the drill the by now...either be 18 or older to read this or get out. ...still here? Well, I admire your persistence. Okay, you can stay, but I'm NOT responsible if your mom catches you on here...or dad if your mom is dead or something. If both parents are dead then don't sweat it....although come to think of it that is god awfully depressing, and you have my pity (something not easily earned in this world). So, read on at your own risk. Just check the tags for what may or may not be in the following paragraphs. Also, all characters belong to me Casonova, so don't get any ideas about doing a fanfic without my permish...m'kay? I think we understand each other now, so read on! cough Pervert! ;D Hey! Who threw that?
Now, before I write some words in boldface text giving the location of the current events, I'm going to do a quick summary of what's been goin' on the last two days because it's really not all that interesting, but still important plot-wise. So, to start off...god this silence is annoying. We need some rhythm metal to cover the montage sequence. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y4CZfac0N0E There we go. m/ {(>.<)} m/ Wednesday March 15th So, to start off...yes I know I said that two sentences ago, shut up...the morning after our rather successful dinner party with John's boss, John gave me a call while I was at Wal-Mart and told me that he owed me one. When I asked him what that meant, he begrudgingly admitted he'd let me and Katie hang out again, but only if we were supervised. I asked him if we could hang at Scott's place, and after describing his apartment as being a single bedroom tenement with poor sanitation, he agreed since he figured we wouldn't dare do anything in front of Scott and Trea. I almost pitied his ignorance. After work, Scott drove me to CarMax so I could finally buy me my own set of wheels and stop bumming rides off of him. On the way I called Katie and we planned to have her hang out on Friday night after she spend the day hanging with Shelly. Shelly's visit ended up getting cut short a day after she found out her dorm was being fumigated pre-emptively after a lice outbreak in the co-ed dorms started getting out of control. This in turn meant she'd have to find a hotel to stay at, and gather up everything from her room before the chemicals were sprayed, and since the spraying started at 12:00 P.M. Saturday, she'd have to head back Friday evening in order clear everything out. I didn't let Katie know, but I was secretly glad she was leaving early. I'd never gotten along with her, and after she snitched on me and Katie I've really been looking at a way to get some payback...and ding! I know just how to do that. But I won't ruin the surprise, on with the current events. At CarMax I bought a used Ford Explorer for eight grand. Sure, it had 70,000 miles on it, a replaced water pump, and body that was eight years out of date, but it was cheap. And a Ford. But mostly cheap, cause military pay sucks balls. Just ask Arctic's friend Marvin Foxe who has eat discount Chinese food and Little Caesars for all his meals because the Marine Corp dining halls serve dog food, and everything else off base is too expensive. Anyway, my new used Explorer came in a nice champagne silver color, which is great since it blends in with the road and makes it harder for cops to pick me out in a pack of speeding cars. Also, I don't care that it gets 17 MPG, I love knowing if I'm in an accident with a Smart Car or a Prius, I'm walking out of that crash not looking like that horse they had to shoot at the 2008 Kentucky Derby. And since my car is kinda old, it didn't have way to hook your stereo to your smart phone. So I just popped in my mix CD and cranked Iron Man as Scott and I pulled out of the lot and headed home. That night I made a McDonald's run for dinner, because hey...Dollar Menu. And you know what you can get on the Dollar Menu? A McGangbang. The sandwich for those on a budget. Simply take a McDouble, peel the two meet patties apart, stuff a McChicken between them, and reassemble. Voilà! You have a chicken sandwich inside a double cheeseburger, and it only cost you two bucks. Seriously, if you have not had one, you need to. I don't care if you're a vegetarian, or too elitist to eat at McDonald's, this is a sandwich that transcends cultural and economic boundaries to bring us meaty decadence on a bun. Yeah, I just critiqued fast food, that's what you do when you're too poor to pay attention. You also make lame puns that were used in cartoons from your childhood. Thursday - March 16th I went to work, picked up some groceries while I was there, and came home to play Xbox with Scott until Trea came back. Then it was me playing Xbox while Scott got killed in Battlefield 4 because it's hard to aim when you're getting a blowjob. I on the other hand just tried to not look over and hide the tent in my boxers. God it's annoying when your mate isn't around to take care of those. Other than that...nothing happened, not that I'm complaining. It'd been a while since I could just relax, decompress and forget about everything. For a while there, I even forgot to feel guilty for my dead pals over in California, Arizona, Utah, and Colorado. Annnnnnd, now that moment is gone. Damn it. Friday - March 17th Scott and put in a double shift so that we could take Saturday off. Sure, it was a last minute schedule adjustment, but Dmitri was cool about it. Being a military man himself, he had a dislike for the bureaucracy that often went into the scheduling process. Plus, our Saturday replacements had a bad habit of getting wasted over the weekend and coming in on Sunday with a hangover, so hopefully they'd be too tired to go drinking this time. After I got a text from Katie around 5:00 P.M. letting me know Shelly was on her way back to school, I hopped in the car and went to go fuel up before heading off to pick Katie up. I was leaving in the middle of rush hour, and since I-85 was basically gridlock for the next fifteen miles, I decided to take a slightly more roundabout route. I headed east until I got to Buford Highway--a practically ancient road that had been part of Atlanta since my grandmother used to live here. It had been widened a couple of times, but for the most part it was your basic five lane road, with two lanes going each way and a middle turn lane. Its speed limit varied from 45 MPH to 35MPH, depending on the town it passed through, but it was still faster than sitting in traffic crawling along at 10 MPH on I-85. Still, Buford had traffic lights, and I hit quite a few of them. It took me close to an hour to finally make it back home...well, my old home. It was kind of awkward knocking on the door to my former house, and even more so when John answered it with a stern yet indifferent expression. He led me to the living room and shouted upstairs to Katie, letting her know I was here. Naturally, being a girl, she needed another five minutes or so to get ready. Looking around, I noticed Eliza was strangely absent. Jon grabbed my attention for the moment, mainly by clapping a paw on my shoulder and holding me close to him. "Now, don't think I'm an idiot. I know what you two are gonna be doing over there," he growled. "I told you, Scott and..." "Yeah, and who's to stop them from leaving and givin' you two a little privacy? Hell, I saw the look in that cat's eyes. She's one of those free spirits father's like me have nightmares about, so it wouldn't surprise me if she'd sit and watch." My poker face must've been especially weak, since Jon huffed in amusement as he read my countenance. "She would, wouldn't she. God, I am such a bad parent for letting you two do this," he groaned, "But I'm a wolf of my word, to a fault it seems." "Still better than being a liar," I consoled. He simply glared at me. "And you're not a bad parent John, you've given me and Katie everything we could ask for...including the right to make our own decisions about who we love." That surprised him for a moment, and his face softened. He looked away pondered that phrase for a bit, and then turned back to me with his face bearing seriousness again. "Now, to the matter at hand. The last thing I need you doing is getting my daughter pregnant and her having to explain where it came from," he said as he walked over to his briefcase laying on the coffee table, "So, like any good thing, there's a catch to my consenting to let you spend the night with Katie." "What a surprise," I said while sarcastically rolling my eyes. "Let me guess, it's a box of condoms and I'm supposed to use them." "You'd think so wouldn't you," he smirked. "But no, you're her mate, that's your job." "Then what's the catch?" He pulled a police grade taser out of his briefcase. "You get Katie knocked up, and I take this to your balls. Are we clear?" At that moment I think my testicles and penis jumped inside my chest cavity and tried to hide behind my lungs. "Uh...huh," I weakly mumbled while staring at the sinisterly shiny probes jutting from what looked like a TV remote. "Good," John said while putting on a big smile as he heard Katie coming down the stairs. "Now you kids go off and have fun." "Everything all right?" Katie asked as she stepped into the living room looking lovely as ever. "Of course," John said as he gave her a fatherly embrace and then clapped a paw on my shoulder, "Kyle and I were just talking about how he's going to be good date and drive safely so I don't have to worry myself to an early grave...or send you to one with 80,000 volts of juice," he whispered out the corner of his mouth to me so that Katie couldn't hear. "Okaaaay," Katie said with a raised eyebrow, clearly a little disturbed by John's out of place good mood. "Well, I'm ready to go when you are." I led the way out the front door with the fur on my neck standing on end as I felt John staring a hole through the back of my head. I then made the mistake of looking over my shoulder to see John standing in the window holding the taser again, this time giving it a test zap and creating a brief flash of blue lightening. And...yup...my balls are hiding behind my lungs again. Wait...he did what while we were walking to the car? Oh dang, Katie how'd you get in here? Uh...the door? If you're gonna tell the audience stories you don't want me to know about, you really should lock it. I'll remember that next time. X3 So can your genitals actually get sucked into you like that? When under enough stress and fear, yes. Eeeeeh, all the more reason I like the fact that mine are already inside me. True...but mine don't... If you start to rattle off about the conveniences of the male anatomy over the female anatomy, I have two things to say to you. One, you'll have a week's worth of chickens to choke, and two...random boners in public. Remember that time in church where you couldn't take your hands out of your pockets or else people would see more of you than they cared? Ugh, don't remind me. Just making sure you get all your facts straight. ^.^ Why do you have be cute when you win arguments? I like to think it softens the pain of losing to a girl. .......yeah let's just go with that. Friday March 17 - Scott's Apartment 6:48 P.M. "When are they getting here?" Trea asked eagerly as she filled a plastic pitcher with water. "Any minute now, it takes a while to get down here from Duluth," he replied. Unlike most evenings, Scott and Trea weren't naked. Both were dressed in t-shirts and shorts (khaki cargo for Scott, blue denim jeans for Trea) while putting the finishing touches on dinner. Naturally they naughtier plans in store for later that night, but Trea figured Kyle and Katie would be more conducive to her ideas if they had a relaxing dinner first. Granted, it was a dinner on a budget consisting of Costco lasagna (which is pretty damn good regardless), Caesar salad and Klondike bars. Not the fanciest of meals yes, but for college kids on a budget, it certainly worked. Scott had moved the sofa to the side of the room and pulled a folding card table out of his bedroom closet. He rarely needed it, since he didn't have many guests over and he and Trea ate most of their meals at the kitchen counter while sitting on the barstools. He also busted out a set of four folding chairs he kept in the closet as well. Just then the oven timer went off, signaling the lasagna was done. Trea quickly donned a pair of oven mitts and removed the platter as Scott finished setting the table with plastic silverware, since the metal stuff was a pain in the ass to wash. And he hadn't bothered buying any. His parents offered to send him some, but he opted for a TV set instead. Looking back, he still feels he made the right choice. Just then his phone began to ring. "Hey Kyle, where you at?" "I'm almost there, but...I have a personal question to ask. Do you care if I borrow a couple condoms again?" Kyle nervously asked over the phone. "Uh...yeah about that. I kinda used the last good one with Trea a few hours ago," Scott replied. "What?! I thought you had a crap ton of them." "I did. And I used them." "You said you had over 200!" "Yes," Scott sighed, "Had being the important part. I was down to my last six on Tuesday." "Fuuuhhh...French! There, see? I didn't say it," Kyle said nonsensically. "Huh? Didn't say what?" "Nothing, I was talking to Katie. Look, I gotta run by CVS and pick up a box." "I'll split it with yah man," Scott offered, "I need some more too and my Amazon order will take at least another two days to get here." Shortly after hanging up, Scott gave the news to Trea. She pouted lightly, but relented since she knew it really wasn't a good idea to yiff without some form of protection. Carefully she replaced the lasagna back in the still warm oven to keep it hot until they got there. "Wanna make out till they get here?" Scott asked nonchalantly. "Could you be a little more romantic?" Trea asked expectantly. "Wanna go make out in the shower till they get here and pretend it's raining while we do?" Before Trea could so much as facepalm, there was a loud bang at the door, followed by incoherent babbling. "Who the hell is it?" Scott yelled. "I've tasted the flesh of fallen angels by damn it," came a groan through the door. Scott curiously stared at the door and prepared to call the cops when suddenly a crowbar jammed its way through the frame and started trying to force open the dead bolt. Trea screamed and froze in place, but luckily Scott was prepared. He dashed to the couch and lifted up the left cushion to reveal his hidden home security system...an M-500 shotgun. The crazed fur on the other side continued to pry with the crowbar, all the while shouting about green demons and hell coming up from the streets. Scott whirled around and cocked the shotgun, taking aim just as the door gave way and an overweight lynx with a do-rag began to charge into the room. BLAMO! The lynx was then promptly thrown out of the room as a load of birdshot peppered his torso, staining his clothes in a way that looked like he'd fallen in a puddle of tomato paste. Scott chambered another round, but the lynx had apparently calmed down now and was slowly crawling away on his knees, leaving a trail of blood behind him. "Ow! Oh fuck me...wrong house again. This...this isn't Dodge City? No...crap...took a left turn at Albuquerque again," he moaned while slinking down the hall. Scott peaked out and watched as the fur tripped down the stairs and somehow winded up in the lobby. Shrugging to himself, he closed the door and began trying to figure out how to secure it in place till his landlord could hire someone to fix it properly. "Uh...should we call the cops or something?" Trea asked as she started to calm down. "Nah, they're busy enough as it is," he replied. "Kyle lucked out by having to go to the pharmacy though, that's a hell of a lot easier than shooting a home invader." Meanwhile... Oh god why... There I stood on the hygiene aisle, trying to not look like I was interested in buying condoms. It was almost seven, and there were only two people on duty in the whole pharmacy. A middle-aged gray fox behind the pharmacy counter...and the clerk. Now, for those of you with penises, you probably know how hard it is to buy condoms unless you lack all shreds of decency and emotion. If you buy only condoms, the clerk is likely gonna stare at you funny, or make some sort of joking comment that you'll struggle to come up with a witty reply for. Now, when you're dealing with a guy your own age, it's not so bad. Especially when they high five you. No, the really bad times are when the clerk is female. Old women are one of the worst, because they often remind you of your grandmother and you can just picture her reaction if she caught you screwing some whore of Babylon (which, in my grandmother's eyes, is pretty much every girl under 30 in existence that's not related to her). The only thing worse is girls your own age. And that my friends, just happened to be the kind I was dealing with. She was probably eighteen, maybe nineteen. Couldn't really tell. She was a panther though, black furred like myself, with patches of cyan fur that had wicked up the ink from some sort of tattoo on her arm. It looked like it had originally been some sort of cliché Chinese symbol, but then she had changed her mind and now it was basically a doodle of two stick figures engaged in some form of intercourse that's probably illegal in most states. She'd briefly stopped reading the young adult novel she was holding to shoot me a glance and flirtful smile before asking if I needed anything. Being caught off guard, I probably came across as being shy as I nervously replied no. In reality, I was trying to not blurt out "condoms!" It had been three minutes now, and I could feel her staring at me from behind the counter. The problem with being tall was that my head poked over the tops of the aisles, and so she could easily tell where I was and what I was looking for. I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the task at hand. Should I get the ordinary gray box ones? They're the cheapest, and since Scott's splitting this with me he probably wants me to keep the cost down...but then again they're gray. Gray is for old people...oh god now I'm going to think of old people doing it. Stop it! STOP IT! Moving on...purple box! 'For Her Pleasure,' huh...well I do want Katie to feel good. And those ribs look pretty nifty too...although I wonder how those even help? I mean I know they're supposed to mimic a foreskin, but c'mon, they can't do that much to help. And...oh! The Ecstasy box! Feels like there's nothing there, that's frickin' awesome. It'd sure make this a lot less annoying to wear...but then again...one of the advantages of wearing a condom is that it makes you take longer to cum. Ugh, god! Why is this so hard? I passed my written exam on how to operate a SMAW faster than this and... "Can't decide huh?" "Whah!" I jumped as a female voice broke my train of thought to find the panther standing next to me. "How'd you sneak up on me like that?" "I'm a panther, we're light on our feet," she said with a sly grin. "But you've been standing on what everyone knows is the "condom aisle" for like five minutes, so I figured you've either never done this before, or you're just embarrassed that I'm gonna be checking you out when you do." "Heh...yeah," I reply unspecific as possible. "But I think I'll go with these orange ones." "Ooooh, the Ecstasy, those are great," she purred. "Really now?" I say as we walk back, realizing that my normal small talk instincts were leading me into potentially dangerous waters. "Mmmhmm, my ex used to use those all the time. Even on that bitch I caught him with in the back of his mom's minivan," she explained. "Oh, sorry to hear that," I say while hoping that we'd just drop the topic. "Yep, been like six months now. My dad was so pissed at me for dating that douche in the first place he cut me off, so I have to wait till summer before I can start my classes up again." "That's rough," I honestly reply. "Hopefully he'll come around. I know my dad's a bit of a prick at times." "Tell me about it," she said as she returned behind the counter and rang up my condoms. "So, you got a special lady these are intended for?" "N-no," I shakily reply. "Oh, special man then?" "NO!" "Whoa, calm down buddy," she giggled, "I was just teasin'. You know it's not every day I meet a military guy who's as nervous around women as you are." I paused and furrowed my brow in confusion. "Wait...how'd you know I was in the military?" "Well, I see a lot of you guys now that the war is over. Broad shouldered, short haircuts, thick arm muscles, tight rear ends," she slyly smirked at me as I tried to avoid sweating any more than I already was. "I'm surprised you're not already taken." "Heh...well you know how it is...love's kinda rough sometimes," I hastily reply while looking at the floor. "Mmm, yeah...but that can be a good thing too," she lustily purred. Oh come on, like I couldn't see that metaphor coming a mile away. "Depends on if that's your thing." "Why don't you swing by my place after work and find out," she said with a wink. "Uhh...can't my sister's waiting for me in the car to get back with the Trojans," I blurted out in a panic. I also swear I just heard a window break followed by a woman screaming in horror at something as the panther's face contorted into a mix of confusion and disgust. "Your...sister?" "Yeah...wait...no I didn't mean it like that," I say while trying to correct myself. "They're not for her, nor for me to use on her...or anything like that. At all." "She know you're buying these?" "Uh...no. Thanks, I almost forgot to buy a decoy item," I say while rushing over the gift card display and grabbed a three month Xbox Live Gold membership. "There, that too." The panther begrudgingly scanned the card as I handed over a couple of twenties. She stared at me with a slightly hurt expression, as if she thought I was lying or something, which ironically I was not. "Here's your change," she coldly replied while handing me back a few ones and coins, along with my receipt. "Thanks." "Also, tell your sister she's lucky you're not the cheating prick my ex was," she jokingly said in passing as I began to leave. "Ugh, I told you, they're not for her!" "Sure they're not," she said as a sly grin creeped over her face again. "You just happen to think of her first when coming up with an excuse." "Cause she really is waiting for me and I need to go." "You don't seem too eager to," she replied. "Tell yah what, here's my number. If you really want to prove to me you're not swimming in the family gene pool, hit me up. Don't be scared, I don't bite. Much." For reasons beyond my knowledge I took the slip of paper, maybe to just be polite. "That's good to know, but really, you ought to think about saving those talents for a guy who actually loves you for you and not your nice rack." "Excuse me?" she said, taken aback by a sudden display of confidence. "What are you saying?" "I'm saying instead of trying to tempt the next hot guy that comes in here for a one night stand that you'll likely regret and come out of feeling used, degraded, and alone, you should actually try to get to know the guy before you fuck him. You'd be amazed how acting like a girl will do wonders for your relationship," I say a tad forcefully. "Because just so you know, you're coming across as a bit of a slut right now..." She gasped and threw the closest thing she could find at me, which happened to be a Snickers bar. "Well fuck you!" "Funny how two minutes ago that's all you could think about," I reply with a smirk. "You seem like a nice girl, don't give yourself away so easily. All this flirting and innuendo is a good way to get in someone's pants, not their heart." "Ugh, you sound like my youth pastor," she groaned while doing an insulting mimicry of him, "Don't screw before you're married, wait till you're old enough to be smart to date, blah blah blah." "And yet after you broke up with your ex you were probably wishing you'd listened to him," I retorted. She paused, unable to think of a reply. I could tell that had struck a nerve, and I could feel Katie getting ready to come inside and drag me out by my ears if I didn't hurry up. Just as I turned to leave, I heard her snort lightly, and taking one last glance revealed her eyes were starting to get puffy as she held a paw over her nose. She looked over at me for a second, and then away, as if I was some sort of ghostly apparition from her past. "Here," I said while pulling out my phone and sending her a quick text with my name, "If you need a friend, I'll do what I can to help. But trust me honey, that's the only benefit you'll be getting from me." She watched me, almost longingly, as I finally left the store and walked back out to the car. Katie had been playing on her iPhone the whole time and hadn't really noticed how long I'd been, but nevertheless she was glad to finally get back on the road home. She could tell something had happened since I was still a tad sweaty on my brow, and I also looked a little more serious than I should have. "Is something wrong?" she asked. "I mean, I know buying those things can be embarrassing, but it wasn't that bad was it?" "No, it's nothing," I replied. "I just had a bit of talk with someone who needed help." "Oh, who?" "No one you know," I say. "It was kind of a spontaneous thing." Katie nodded, but said nothing. I was thankful she'd chosen to drop the subject and let us continue the rest of the trip in silence. Still, in the back of my mind I wondered just what I would say to her if that panther did call me back. Oh well, I'd cross that bridge when I came to it.
Scott's Apartment - 7:10 P.M. "What the hell Scott?" was the first thing out of Kyle's mouth as we walked up to his apartment door to find a trail of dried blood in the hallway and the door slightly ajar. "Oh yeah, had a bit of a mishap," he replied while grabbing a pitcher of water from the fridge and setting it on a rather ornately decorated card table in the middle of the living room. "Some drug nut kicked in the door and I may...just may...have had to shoot him." My ears flattened across my head, and I could feel everyone noticing my visible sign of distress. "Don't worry though, he's fine. I think." Kyle played with the door, which wouldn't fully close since the doorframe had been splintered, thus preventing the locks from holding it in place. "What'd you shoot him with? Double aught or bird shot?" "I honestly can't remember what I had it loaded with, I just know it sent him flying and on his knees back out the door," Scott shrugged. "Did you call the cops at least?" "Naw, this happens like once a week around here. You know, for a bunch of family yiffing rednecks, I'll give you southerners this: your gun laws rock. I mean it took like fifteen minutes for me to walk into a pawn shop and buy me a M-500. Back in Boston I don't think I can legally own one of these," Scott said as he helped Trea finish serving our plates with lasagna. "Uh...great..." I nervously uttered while wondering if a meth head would kick down the door during dinner. However, those feelings quickly subsided as Kyle got the bright idea to drag the couch across the floor and use it to barricade the door. "There! Fixed. Well, close enough," he said. "We ready to eat?" "Yup!" Trea happily exclaimed while holding up a pair of plates. "Please, sit down and relax. I'll be right with you guys." I almost forgot Trea was a waitress. I smiled inwardly as it became clear the whole idea of bringing food to people was a relatively routine one for her. And to my surprise, Scott and Trea had actually done a pretty good job of setting up for us. I guess the rundown apartment in the slums gave me a vibe hinting that they rarely had company, and thus didn't know how to entertain. I also realized that it's rude to not bring food to a dinner party, and that Kyle and I were empty-handed. Or pawed. I really don't know what to call these things with five digits and fleshy palms attached to my wrists. Ahem...right, I then promptly apologized as I noticed our faux pa. "Oh no! Kyle we should have brought something to go with all this, especially with all the trouble you two had setting up for us...and shooting that guy." "Don't sweat it," Scott said as he walked up and took a seat across from Kyle. "As long as you brought the condoms we're even." "Yo," Kyle replied as he pulled the box from his right cargo pocket and nonchalantly tossed it on the table. I facepalmed but said nothing as I quietly set about enjoying my food. It was actually quite good, and since I hadn't eaten a lot for lunch it was immensely satisfying. Yeah, I'm probably overselling it, but we all do things like that when we're starved. "So Kyle, how'd you get your dad to let you and Katie stay the night here? I mean he's not stupid, he knows what's going on right?" Scott asked between mouthfuls of food. "Oh he knows, he's just doing this as payback for me making him look good in front of his boss. He's afraid I'll change my name and actually marry Katie while she's still in high school," Kyle explained. "What'd he think about us?" Trea asked curiously. "He thought you were both great," he answered, "Although if he knew how...liberated...you two are, he might have second thoughts." Trea cracked a wide grin and poked Kyle's leg with her foot under the table. "Oh really? Liberated how?" I watched her suspiciously. I could see the way she looked at Kyle...and me. She had no qualms about me and Kyle mating in the same bed as she and Scott, so it wouldn't surprise me if she had something even more insane planned. I may have lived a sheltered life, but I still knew enough about today's culture to figure she had nothing short of a threesome on her mind. Which is fine, that's her kink and her choice. But there's still one problem...Kyle's my mate, and no one touches my mate. Remember what happened to Death? Yeah, you know you do. "Ahem," Kyle sputtered as he tried not to choke on his water, "Well, your boundaries are a little more relaxed than most people I know for starters." "Oh, you mean like this?" Trea giggled as she unbuttoned her blouse and let it hang open to reveal her lacy black bra. I'll give her one thing, she's got a nice chest. Still doesn't beat yours. Kyle! It's still my turn to narrate what happens. Kay, but only if the audiences leaves comments mentioning THIS specific moment so I know they didn't just scroll down to read the yiff scene. Fine, fine, I'll tell them to do that. You know I can be convincing when I have to...and NO. I know you're gonna make another joke about my boobs...did I just call them that? ...oh, great, now I'm referring to my anatomy in the third person. No wonder John keeps trying to knee you in the crotch. Want me to take back over for a bit? Sure. I'm gonna go get a pickle. Psst, in case you guys didn't know, she loves those and bananas. Is it a wonder why she gives such great blowjobs? I think not. ;D Ahem...right. Sorry, I was staring at her butt as she walked over to the kitchen. I can still hear you yah know! Mouths "FuH-K!" Okay, for real this time. I'll try to speed this along and get to the porn since most of you with relatively erect phalluses are probably groaning at me to start recalling the superfluity of naughtiness that ensued that night. Oh, and on a side note I learned that last phrase from church, true story. But back to the action! Trea had just opened up her shirt...blouse...whatever the hell you call it, and proceeded to look over at Scott like he should do the same. He hesitated though, knowingly looking at me as if to ask my permission since Katie was in the room and he was aware she was a tad more sheltered than I was (thanks internet!). Seeing his lack of motivation, Trea finished slipping her blouse off and let it drop to the floor, all the while grinning invitingly at me and Katie. "Uh...are you feeling hot or something?" Katie asked, trying to not humor Trea's obvious advances. "From the way you two are gawking at my chest, I'd say so," she replied. Damn, why'd Scott have to shack up with a smart girl? "It's rude to undress at the dinner table," Katie politely chastised with a curt smile. "Ah yes, but this isn't a dinner table is it?" Trea asked. Katie and I both tilted our heads in curiosity as we wondered where she was gonna go with this. "You see, this is a card table. And not just any card table, the one where Scott and I often play strip poker at." Katie set her fork down and looked Trea dead in the eye. A smile slipped over her lips as she watched Trea stand up, undo her skirt, and toss it aside to reveal a matching pair of black panties with a little white skull over the labia portion. "Well Trea, unless you were dealt two losing hands, I'd say you're playing the game wrong," Katie replied. "Perhaps, or maybe I just pity you and figure you deserve a head start." "That's sweet of you, but I don't play gambling games," Katie said. "Oh you're no fun. Not even a friendly wager to get you out of that lovely shirt...which when we're through here you must tell me where you got that," Trea said in earnest. Katie stroked her chin in thought for a moment. As for me and Scott, we both sat there dumbfounded as what to do, so we did the natural guy thing and continued to stuff our faces while looking back and forth at the two lovely sets of sweater meat sitting at our table. (Thank Christ Katie loves pickles, otherwise she might have heard that one). "Hmm, okay," Katie conceded, "But I don't wager on chance." "Then what do you wager on?" Trea asked. "Skill," was Katie's tersely eloquent reply. "Intriguing," Trea purred as she extended her claws and looked them over. "I think we both know which skills will be put to the test, so why not name the stakes?" Katie nodded as she stood up and began unbuttoning her own shirt. "Very well, you first." "If I win, I get to ride Kyle in the shower, just like you did the other day," she said while chewing on one of her claws, as if the very thought would send her over the edge that very moment. "What? No way, Kyle's my mate! That means only I get to do that," Katie rebuffed. "That's why it's a wager, we both have to risk something of value to win something of value," Trea explained. "So what do you want if you win?" Katie paused as she considered her options. She wasn't like Trea, she wouldn't want to yiff Scott (and to be fair to Scott, I wouldn't feel all that comfortable yiffing Trea even if he was cool with it). "If I win," Katie said, "I get to ride Kyle in your bed, and you have to watch." "Pfff, that's practically a win for me," Trea scoffed. "I'm not finished yet," Katie slyly grinned. "You have to watch...with your paws tied behind your back." That got Trea's attention. "You mean... "Yes. No touching, caressing, stroking, or anything soft soothing pleasure to aid you," Katie whispered while slipping out of her shirt in a rather sultry series of moves. Trea froze a moment to look at Katie's curvy figure, her eyes locked on Katie's paws as she unzipped her blue jeans and wiggled them off to the floor to step out wearing nothing but her navy blue matching bra and panties with lace trim. Everyone but Katie stared and drooled. "O-okay," Trea hesitantly agreed. "And Scott can't watch either. I don't want him to be tempted to help you cheat," Katie elaborated. "But he's welcome to listen outside the door." I was stunned. Katie was never like this, and part of me wondered was this a new side to her personality...or one that had been buried and was finally coming to the surface? "Paff the cheef, pleaf," Scott interrupted with a mouthful of lasagna. Trea and Katie just stared at him as they stood there looking awesome in their underwear. Hell, this was actually better than them being naked since it left a little to the imagination of which mine, if you don't know by now, is incredibly talented at pondering the indecencies of fur kind. Murr. Wait...murr is what gay guys say, never mind. And no, I'm not gonna bone Scott in this series, yeash. "Uh, Scott, do you not notice what's going on here?" I ask while passing a container of grated parmesan over to him. He swallowed before answering with, "Oh what, Trea stripping at dinner again? Yeah, that's not new." "Not that dummy, the fact that our girls are betting on who can make us cum faster." "They're doin' what?" Scott yelped dropping his fork. "When did this happen?" "Damn it Scott! You never listen," Trea moaned. "What the hell have you been doing the last five minutes?" "Enjoying your lasagna, it's kickass." "It's from Costco, I just heated it up." "And a damn fine job you did with that," he pronounced while digging his fork back into it. Trea just stared him down. "Fine, I was staring at Katie." I promptly threw my fork at him, followed by Trea doing the same thing, and lastly Katie after she managed to pick her jaw up off the floor (that's sarcasm folks). "Ow! Okay I get it!" he yelped as he tried to not lose an eye. "Why are you staring at her?" Trea demanded to know. "What's she got that I don't?" "Well..." "Don't answer that or she'll beat you to death with your own hand," I said. "Girls ask rhetorical questions, remember?" "Pshaw dude, Trea's not like other girls." "You're right, most girls make you finish having dinner with them before getting naked," I teased only for Trea to backhand me in the muzzle with enough force to cause me to lose balance and fall backwards in my chair to the floor. "It can't be her boobs, Scott. Mine are bigger," she said while pressing her own set of nipple backstops together to accentuate the cleavage. "Actually I think you two are about the same," he corrected while taking another look at Katie, whose earlier display of confidence was now being replaced by a deep blush, flattened ears, and a downward pointed tail that slightly wrapped around her right leg. "Is it her hair? I can grow mine out you know," Trea persisted. "No I dig your haircut, I was just checking her tail out." "What's wrong with my butt that it can't compete with hers?!" "Not that tail, her literal tail," Scott corrected. "It's long and fluffy, what can I say?" Trea turned to look at Katie's tail while I finished standing up. "Oh, that's a relief. I thought I was gonna have to deck you with this chair for staring a through my sister's tush." Trea grabbed her own tail and looked at it. "Yeah, she does have me beat in the fluffiness department, but I'd imagine it'd make wearing a skirt annoying if you ever lifted it too high." "Actually that can come in handy," I said before Katie lightly slapped my arm. "What? We haven't even yiffed with you in a skirt...I think." And... Dude! You're 7200 words in and there's still not a shred of yiff in here. What the fuck? Watch the language Scott, my sister's home! No duh, she let me in you know. You mean you didn't use the spare key under the mat? You honestly have one of those? Neat! What are you doing here anyway? Oh, right. Ace and Jacob got in a debate about whether or not Ozzy Osborne's going to hell to be punished or act as its lead sound engineer, and then they had to stop because your 400 or so watchers started yelling that their boners were going down and they still had no sweet cooter to paw to. They do realize they're talking about my mate, right? These are people who are sitting naked in front of the family computer while their parents are at work, do you think they're gonna give a crap about that? Right ho, what was I thinking? Fine, fine, I'll sum it all up in the next paragraph. Kyle, we need to go to Publix and get more pickles, that last jar only had six. Gawdamit! Dude, that is a lot of pickles. What, they're small? Anyway I need the keys to the Explorer. No way, you're not driving my car. Why not? You drive mine. That's different, you can't roll that car and it stops on a dime. Well then I guess you get to take me to Publix. You're lucky I love you as much as I do that I'm willing to waste a buck fifty in gas just to indulge your cured vegetable habit. Wait a minute, where you goin'? Where the fuck is our porn?! Knowing Kyle, probably in the next chapter since this one is getting too long to read comfortably. FUUHHHHHH... It's already posted silly, calm down. ...how...what...camel toe. Damn it, you broke his brain again...or...uh oh. Katie, I think you might want to not wear those yoga pants anymore. Why not? I mean yeah they're a little old and...oh crap, how long has this hole been here!? Dunno, but those panties are giving me a pretty good shot of your cooter cleavage. Ooooookay, well why Katie runs off in embarrassment to get changed, I gotta go kick Scott's ass for not telling her discreetly that she had a slight wardrobe problem. So yeah, just head on over to Part 2 and you can get to fapping there. ^_^