Big Brother - Stormy Night
#1 of Big Brother
Eric awoke to the crash of thunder from a summer storm, a particularly loud crack nearby bringing the ocelot to muzzy consciousness. Yawning as he glanced around his room, he noticed a feline shape in the doorway that quickly revealed itself as his younger sister as she darted in across his messy bedroom to the bedside.
"Are you awake?"
"Mmh.. yeah. What's wrong, Sara?"
"I'm scared.. the storm's really close.."
Eric gave a soft sigh. She was eleven, only three years younger than him, but she still often turned to him for protection and comfort. "Well.. do you want to sleep with me, then?" he offered, wriggling back to make room for her on the twin bed.
Sara nodded eagerly, climbing into bed beside big brother. Eric smiled as she cuddled in against him - it was nice to have someone to curl up with, after all, and her slender body was warm against his.
He petted softly along her side, over the thin fabric of the oversized shirt she wore as a nightie as she nuzzled at his bare chest; with the heat of summer, all he wore was a pair of boxer shorts.
Eric petted down, letting his fingers brush along her leg and feel the softness of her sleek pelt as she put an arm around his middle, pressing close. He was slender himself, a few inches taller than her and a few broader in the shoulder, but built lithe and graceful and not yet full-grown.
As Sara brushed her fingers down along his spine, purring softly as she drifted off towards sleep, Eric began noticing he was growing more awake rather than less, his fingers petting back up along her thigh of their own accord, dragging the bottom of her shirt up a little along the way.
He leaned in, nuzzling softly at her ears and giving them a little kiss as his fingers drifted further around and back onto his sister's rump. Then he realized two things - the first was that she wasn't wearing any panties, his fingers simply brushing over silky fur, and the second was that she purred louder and pressed herself up against his front in reaction.
That led to the third realization, which was that his cock had, as it was prone to do at inopportune moments, begun to stir.
With his sister pressed up close against him, his awkward squirms merely rubbed his shaft against her warm body, causing it to grow yet firmer, and the redness of his blush was invisible in the dark.
He couldn't seem to stop stroking his fingers along her rump, though, exploring the softly padded curve by touch as she purred and wiggled it slowly in reaction as she hugged him close, pressing her flat chest to his.
Sara's upper leg shifted, sliding over her brother's, and his fingers found themselves tracing downwards from rump, along soft fur to discover a warm slit with a slight dampness to it.
Eric bit his lip, fingers pausing, and his gaze searched over Sara's expression, finding only her smile, feline eyes closed and face relaxed.
He knew he shouldn't go any further, or even as far as he had, but curiousity got the best of him; after all, he reasoned, what could it hurt?
So he traced along the curve of where dampened fur parted for skin, smoothing out the fur where it had become mussed, feeling the slight roundness of her lower lips and the curves they created.
Sara gave a soft mew, shifting a little so that her legs spread further and those folds parted just a bit, giving his careful fingers a touch of the slightly slick skin within and his nose a whiff of the combination of sweetness and musk that made up her scent.
This time, Eric couldn't help groaning softly, his hips giving an involuntary thrust to press his hard teenage shaft against his sister's sleeping body. She stirred, and he caught his breath, but she only nuzzled up at his shoulder sleepily before snuggling against him and growing still again.
Eric drew his paw away from his sister's crotch, but only to bring it towards his own, tugging down his restrictive boxers to let his cock poke free, sliding under Sara's shirt to press against the fur of her belly.
She felt soft, warm, her fur silky as his hard cock rubbed through it, sliding against her trim belly as Eric rocked his hips slowly, giving a ragged purr at the sensation.
His shaft left little droplets of wetness in her fur as he pressed harder, growing less careful in his eagerness as he rubbed his teenage shaft against another for the first time, the sweet scent of a female inflaming him - even though underage, and his own sister. He moaned softly, shuddering a little as his hips rocked, and gripped at her rump with his paw, holding her close against him.
As he thrust against her belly with dripping cock, Sara stirred, wiggling herself against him. He was too aroused to stop, though, rubbing his barbed shaft against her soft fur, slipping back and forth as she awoke to that grinding, the heat of her brother's shaft rubbing at her belly.
Eric didn't even notice her eyes opening, the change in her posture as wakefulness returned. With the eagerness of teenage hormones, his shaft began twitching, spurting out sticky seed onto Sara's fur as a shudder ran through his whole body and he gave a low groan, hips rocking slowly as his shaft pulsed out hot whiteness to cover his sister's belly in white stripes.
He hugged her close, then, purring at the release he had found, relaxed and ready to fall asleep now that his teenage urges had been, for the moment, satiated.
Happy and warm, Eric began to drift off, only to be jerked awake again by a soft voice.
"Big brother?" she began, her cum-spattered body pressed to his, "What was that?"