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"Mooom! Devan won't get out of the bathroom! I have to get ready! It's picture day!" The ocelot's voice bounced down the walls of the hallway, shrill and bell-like as it tolled in her mother's ears downstairs. Her foot stamped against the carpeting, making her short skirt splay up momentarily on her thighs before it settled once again. She held a small makeup bag in one hand and her hairbrush in the other, waiting to the side of the single bathroom door in the family's home.

From downstairs, another voice bounced back up. "Sapphire, you just have to be patient! It's his picture day too! I'm sure your brother is trying to look his best too!"

However, inside the bathroom with the de-humidifier running loud enough to create a sound barrier, Devan wasn't combing his hair or brushing his teeth. Instead, his towel laid spilled out over the floor at his feet while he hunched forward, gritting his pointed, feline teeth while a hand gripped around his naked length. His barbs flared already into his palm, telling him it'd be soon. His breath hitched, coming out in fast bursts that jetted out into the mix of steam already in the air. "Come on... Come on..." he grunted, suddenly stiffening and spasming once as a short burst of cum spurted out over his furred palm. For another second, he twitched with the secondary trickle, then sighed out a long breath of release, washed his hands, and shook his head to make the hair that shot out across his forehead lay relatively flat. Then, he plucked up his towel around his waist and rushed out into the hallway- right into his impatient sister.

"Devan! What takes you so long!? Do you shower twice? I've been waiting for a year! A year, Devan!" Then, she paused for a second and flipped her hair. "Well, that was hyperbole, but I have been patiently waiting for a very long time, and I am no longer patient! I will never understand why you need so much time locked in there!" She had one hand notched on her hip while the other waved about in her face, pointing towards his sassily. However, Devan's eyes weren't on here exaggerated hand movements. Instead, his gaze wandered from her feet, covered in the start of her dark purple stockings. They stretched up the length of her slender legs till mid-thigh, where he glimpsed her bare fur beneath. Now, while his mother and him had a deep, mocha shade swirled into the copper of their fur to give it a deeper quality, Sapphire had been mixed with a glossy white; she had a sheen in her fur like chrome with mere flecks of the copper color like glitter throughout. Even the mere glimpse of her patterned coat from where her stockings stopped to the lower hem of her skirt was enough swirls and dots to have Devan's eyes tracing through a visual maze until he inspected the layered frills of her skirt, a soft muted lavender to compliment the socks. The skirt flared at her hips, giving her the appearance of faint curves beneath despite her innocence, then it sat high on her waist with a simple black lace crop top over top. At last, he saw her face. Even with her pouted lips and impatient expression, her eyes struck him. As equally rare as her fur color, her eyes were a swirl of lavender and violet purples like something from fantasy. Every time Devan saw them, he couldn't help but think his sister was the most exotic creature he'd ever seen. The perfect mix of fantasy inside something so innocent and sweet, with her flat chest clear under the tight top, with the erotic edge of just how unique she was to counter her youth.

He swallowed, feeling his cock twitch beneath the cover of the towel once despite his sheath trying to hide it away once again. He coughed softly, looking away when a soft pink flooded onto his cheeks before he waved dismissively at her. "It's all yours now, so relax!" Then, he rushed down the hall to his bedroom, mind racing, to repeat what he'd done in the bathroom all over again one more time before breakfast.

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"Kids! You have twenty minutes before the bus comes! Hurry up and come eat!" The eldest ocelot in the house, their mother Marie, shook her head before brushing her wet hands against the kitchen towel. Bacon sizzled in a pan to her right while omelets waited in another beside it, cheese melted over top and little flecks of shredded chicken peeking out from inside. She glanced down at herself, a curvy form squeezed into a simple, black dress that hugged subtly around her hips before tapering off to a clean hem just above her knees. "Understated and professional..." She rationalized, bobbing her head and running nervous fingers through her hair before checking the time again. "Kids! Hurry up! Now!" Footsteps started to patter against the stairs above her head, removing the worry that they wouldn't eat before racing to catch the bus and leaving her again with her own worries on her mind. Marie looked to the calendar, the day circled with red with bold, pink marker spelling "PICTURE DAY" over most of the square while a neater, black font said below, "Market Team Meeting."

"It'll be okay. You know your presentation... The kids will be just fine tonight. Right! I have to tell them I'll be late!" Just as she turned with the sudden reminder, Devan hurried down the stairs with an opened button-down flapping at his sides. The shirt was in a deep, burnt orange shade that seemed to brighten his copper fur- an astute fashion selection for a usually clueless boy. Behind him, his sister raced with her backpack threatening to topple her down the length of the steps before her feet got her to the bottom.

"Guys, tonight I have a meeting in the next town over, so I'll be home really late. I put money on the counter that is for you to order a pizza, and there's more leftovers in the fridge if that's not enough food. The neighbor's number is on the fridge in case there's an emergency. My cell phone number is there and the number for the meeting room, plus 911 is speed dial 5-"

"Mom, we know." Two brilliant purple eyes stared up at her with a twinkle in them before Sapphire leaned onto tippy toes and pecked her cheek with a quick kiss and grabbed her breakfast.

She blinked, but then nodded. "Okay then, you two both ready for picture day?" She handed each a plate full of the warmed food, leaning over the counter to listen as the youngest of the pair chattered eagerly about how her background was steel gray to make her purple pop,and how she was practicing her smile last night and that she thinks this could be the year that she gets a good one! All the while, Devan just hunched over the table shoveling bacon into his mouth and eyeing his sister, an idea brewing slowly. If their mother was to be out of the house all night, home so late, perhaps she could be convinced if he was extra responsible and reassuring that she should stay in the next town over, giving the two siblings the house to themselves, giving him the house alone with his younger sister.

"Mom, if it's going to be so late, why don't you just stay the night there? It's a Friday night, so we don't have to get up for school tomorrow and I'm old enough to watch Sapphire-"

"Hey!" She pouted at him, ears folding back against her head in disagreement, but her older brother just ignored her and continued.

"We can get pizza and I'll make sure she's safe in bed and the doors are locked and you can come home in the morning when it's not night driving, that's safer anyways." He nodded his head, giving his mother a wide-eyed, "Aren't I responsible?" look. For a long moment, their mother just stared down at him. The slender, triangular ears atop her head twitched, folded, and straightened while her fingers fidgeted together nervously. "You are almost fourteen, that is right... I suppose... maybe, that'd be okay...."

With a small beep, the reminder alarm on Marie's watch gave its message and her ears jolted upright. "Okay! I'll stay in Appleton tonight, Devan will be in charge, and you have to go to the bus! Now!" She spread her arms out, ushering the two towards the door. Minutes later, when she saw the bus pulling away with two familiar faces peering out from its back windows, she finally let out a long sigh of relief. "Made it through the morning!" She shook her head, refilled her coffee mug, and headed out into the rest of her day.

At the schoolhouse, Devan veered away from his kid sister, but even without her voice in the back of his mind while she chattered at her friends on the bus, he couldn't keep his mind off her. For weeks, since he'd stumbled onto a new kind of video, she seemed an all new creature. He could, by now, recall the video to mind like he had it on DVD inside him. Pushing play, he faded out from his chemistry class and drifted into a sharp memory of what started this all...

A leopardess, small and petite, lay tucked beneath a single blanket on her bed. Her eyes were closed smoothly, with her chest rising and falling with the peaceful, steady beat of sleep. At the edge of the blanket, the camera scrolled around to see the tip of her tail, idly twitching with the dream that played behind her eyelids. With every little jerk of her tail, the veil of her comforter would lift briefly to give a dim look inside it's hidden space. The swell of her pert rump, peeking out from small, lace panties winked out from the covers. The shape of her pussy, outlined with the fabric, showed through the dim shadows. Her fur, the dusty gray white coated in swirled, black dots looked so much like Sapphire's, with her own coloring so much like the leopard side of their lineage that if Devan didn't question it, his mind could picture her in that place, beneath the blanket, with her pert ass peeking out from the pale pink panties.

Suddenly, the door gave a small creak and another leopard peered in. "Sis?" He murmured, easing open the door and stepping inside. With his own tail twitching and swishing behind him, he made his way to the side of the bed. Bending, an inquisitive hand prodded her shoulder. "You sleeping?" His eyes perked up, noticing the way the blanket rippled with her tail's movements. He ducked lower, seeing the way the curtain pulled away to show her bum beneath. For a second, the brother pulled back respectively. The movie seemed it'd be a bust, just a strange clip lost amongst the other, regular porn videos, but then he hooked his finger beneath the blanket. Easing it back, her entire body came into view. Slender, petite hips with the faintest hint of curves-in-progress showed against the backdrop of pale blue sheets. Her legs pulled up, showing off her speckled fur up the length of her legs before a frilly nightgown covered her stomach with a mixed array of pink hues making up the tiny dress. With a beat of hesitation, the elder sibling eased onto the side of the bed. His hands ran up the fur of her leg, feeling the way it slipped like silk beneath his palm, tickling there against his own fur with the same, matching pattern.

"S-sis?" He asked again, though softer now with no true motivation to rouse her. His palm pushed against her with more pressure and found its way higher till he groped against her bum. The thin lace of her underwear offered a laughable amount of protection as his fingers began to slide against the outlined curve of her mound. Devan swallowed, watching with a hitch in his breath as a finger pushed between two, clothed lower lips and rubbed between them. The fabric dampened, soaking up the wetness beneath it. He leaned in closer, seeing where her clit made a bead beneath the fabric, stiff and wanting. A little sigh left the girl's lips, momentarily freezing him in place, but then she merely rolled in her sleep, parting her legs even further.

He re-situated, shifting so that he could sit over her knees, hovering as to not put any weight onto her, while his nose nudged down against her panties. He could smell the sweetness of her sex, the faint musky flavor of her pussy. He swallowed, pulling back with a flush showing through white fur. Hands glided down the tops of her thighs, letting the fur and flesh rush beneath his touch. A raspy growl escaped his throat, a bubbling from somewhere deeper, but still his hands worked slowly. They inched back to her sex, tracing along the lower lips of her sex, starting to rub over the little bulge from her clit. The button seemed to pulse with life, her heart beat trapped inside it while his finger rubbed the textured lace down against the sensitive skin. Her scent thickened in the air, building into a wider cloud around his head while he focused on that single point of pleasure, using her button until her body gave a small twitch and another gasp puffed out through parted lips.

His eyes swept up, seeming to notice the way her hair, loose and damp presumably from a shower, spilled down her shoulders. The frilly nightgown covered her breasts with lace and tuffs of fabric. His paws shifted up, settling onto her hips and starting to slide upwards. The skirt of her night dress lifted, showing the downy fur of her flat stomach up the length of her torso before he stopped, pausing beneath her breasts and touching her shoulders. His fingers glided down her arms before returning to the dainty straps keeping the garment up on her chest, tugging it smoothly off her shoulders. As the thin material fell from her breasts, he paused. Her nipples, stiff in the cool air, formed a bright bud atop her otherwise downy white chest. The smallest growth showed beneath it, the first swelling of her budding breasts leading up to the dots of her nipples on top. One hand cupped around one of the meager shape, squeezing gently before he leaned over and swirled the the raspy edge of his tongue over the sensitive thing.

"A-ah.." she panted, body giving a shiver, but her eyes didn't open. He paused, freezing with lips over her breast until she seemed still again. His other hand swept down, scooping beneath her sex again so that his fingers could start to trace the wettening crease between her lower lips. His teeth nipped at her sensitive bud, teasing it up harder so that it beat against his tongue with the speed of her heart rate which seemed to lift with his exploration. Her small body began to shift, pushing flush to his hands with little, timid rolls of her hips while she slept. Her cheek, resting against the pillow still, remained calm even while her lps broke apart with a little whimper. Her faint sounds egged him on, encouraging him while his fingertips began to push aside the little barrier of her panties and sliding just beneath to the softer velvet edge of her sex, but then he eased over the lace once again and pushed the panties to her harder.

The thin fabric was soaked through with her juices so that it clung flush to the fleshy parts of her sex where only the softest fuzz of fur still grew. His fingers began to find the dip of her opening, pushing so the fabric eased inside her, letting him start to gently force his fingertips just inside, feeling the heat of her squeezing around him and the panties. His mouth swapped to the other breast, leaving faint crescents on her skin from his teasing, suckling lips on the opposite side, peeking out through mussed, wet fur.

"Ooh..." A little sigh left her lips, jolting a second of panic through her brother, but this time he didn't even pause but just expected her to calm again. His fingers pulled away, easing the fabric aside to push his fingers up to her sex. They pumped naked into her pussy now, feeling the way she squeezed tightly around the thin girth of just a finger. Faint, lewd squelching filled the air as he humped into her thigh, letting himself lose the control that'd been keeping him so constrained. For a full minute, just his hungry groping filled the screen. With a tender sort of lust, he finger fucked her, tugging on her pert, pulsing nipple, and sliding his escaped cock through the soft, silky fur of her thighs, using her as she slept.

Then, with a low growl, his dick twitched madly, spilling sticky cum into her fur. Both his eyes went wide, a soft bolt of uncertainty filling him before he eased back, rubbing his spunk into her so that it seemed more like a smear of odd lotion on her leg rather than a puddle of cum. Then, his thumbs hooked into her panties and yanked them down her legs, peeling them down the entire length until the wet, fragrant bundle dropped off her toes and into his palm.

With his prize taken, the leopard slipped back out of the room, leaving the girl splayed over the bed with her nighty riding up and down at once, leaving her exposed while sun began to pour in through the open window to illuminate the glittering wetness of her naked, stripped sex.

"Devan? Excuse me, Devan?" Devan suddenly jolted to attention, staring into the wrinkled face of his chemistry teacher who held a beaker in one hand and a pair of safety goggles in the other. "We're about to do a demonstration and I'd hate to explode your face off while you slept! Would you put these on?" The goggles were thrust into his face, leaving his cheeks burning pink while his mind reeled back to reality.

"Gosh, at least he thought I was sleeping..." Devan though, shifting to feel a sticky wetness inside his boxers. For a few minutes, he stiffly watched the various chemical reactions they'd been learning about, then he waved a hallway pass and slipped out to go to the bathroom. Cleaning himself up, Devan stared into the mirror, still thinking of his sister superimposed onto the sleeping leopardess. "Would that really work? Should I?" He thought, imagining the empty house, the non-existent risk of his mother coming in at the wrong time, but bedtime would be hours after they got home! Hours of privacy wasted!

"Maybe there's another way.." He thought, landing on his topic of contemplation as the bell for next period rang. Then, for the next hour, his mind rolled over this issue while the rest of his class foolishly paid attention to literature class, "What am I actually going to learn from Flowers in the Attic anyways? Psh!"

****

"Hey Devan!" A hand suddenly waved in front of his face and broke his wandering concentration and brought it back to the present in a crowded, even overfilled lunch room swarming with the overlapping grades in their school. His closest friend, a massive grizzly, was talking with pepperoni pizza dangling out of his jaws. "Did you even hear what I said?"

"Huh? Wha? No. I was zoning." He looked sheepishly down at his food, hoping eating would put his overactive imagination back on track. Somehow he'd drifted from English into Math and to lunch without ever fully returning to reality, instead, he was mentally undressing his younger sister. He could see her little skirt, folded up around her waist to show the purple lace beneath, barely covering the small folds of her sex that'd be pink and puffy with building need.

"Dude, you're doing it again."

"Shit, sorry. My mind is just wandering..."

"Normally, I'd let you trip however you wanted, but I figured you'd wanna know about what I heard today." The boy paused to swallow a mouthful of creamed corn before swigging his milk and continuing. "Aparently, at the gas station just down the road, you know Lickity Split? Anyways, in the bathroom, the machine apparently dispenses this little dissolvable tablet called Horny Goat and it makes whoever takes it super horny. You know Brad? He put some in his girlfriend's drink at dinner yesterday, just as a joke, apparently she was all over him! It like triggers their heat!"

It all clicked.

Devan wouldn't have to wait until night fell to have his way with his way with his sister, he could make it so she was so desperate she came right to him! "Dude! This is the best thing you've ever done!" Devan blurted, slapping his friend's shoulder before the bell screamed out its call to send them all to their final two classes where Devan drifted somewhere outside of his own head, imagining how the night would go.

****

"Devan, where are you going? We have to catch the bus!" Devan turned at the sound of his name, seeing his sister's wide violet eyes staring up at him suddenly. Her skirt spun out around her thighs, momentarily sending Devan's mind racing away, but then he refocused with a shake of his head. "I was thinking we could walk home and stop at the milkshake shop downtown before hand, it's Friday after all! We should celebrate!"

For a second, the younger girl didn't seem to believe him. She glanced back down the hall towards the opposite side of the building where the various buses would line up. Then, she looked back at her older brother with a shy smile spreading over her lips. "Do you have money then?" He chuckled, tugging his backpack up onto his shoulder before putting the other hand onto her back and turning her towards the doors. "I do. I've got enough for whatever your little heart desires." She squeaked with excitement, hurrying in front of him slightly while he hung back, watching her long legs spilling out of her skirt and her little hips swaying madly out the doors. "Then, I'll get what I desire..."

For a split second, his impatient, internal lust reared up, sending an image of tackling her against the wall through his mind. He could see her chest up to the brick, with two hands groping onto her hips hard, lifting her ass right to his crotch. The people in the hall would gasp, shock and confusion shooting through them but his focused locked onto the juicy, young pussy just beneath those tiny panties. He'd tear them, tugging them away and slamming inside...

Devan shook his head, gulping in the fresh air through the school's doors. "God, I've got to get laid." He thought, watching as his sister waited already on the sidewalk, her hands on her hips sassily. "And I better not keep her waiting!"

****

"Where are you going? Ice cream is further down the road." Sapphire looked at Devan with a fierce look, momentarily channeling her feline fierceness to send a little jolt down his spine. Even standing almost a foot shorter than him, her eyes were sharp when she shot him such a look.

"Uhhh. I just have to pee quick." Devan glanced at the Lickety Split, sudden excitement shooting through his as he remembered his idea, re-running through the plan in his mind. "Why don't you pick out a flavored lemonade? We can share it during the rest of the walk?"

Again, Sapphire blinked at him, slight confusion wrinkling the spot on her brow. She nodded, mulling over her brother's actions as he headed towards the grungy bathrooms. She moved in the opposite direction to where the little gas station had their infamous lemonade stand with flavored syrups and mixes to be added however one wished.

"Devan sure is being nice..." she mused, biting her lip with a rush of giddiness. She felt, like most little siblings, a mixture of intense attachment and acute affection for her elder brother. When he scoffed at her or headed away from her at school, she felt a stab of insecurity at the distance, but now, he'd welcomed her right to his side at the school and was welcoming the time with her! Plus, he'd offered to take care of her tonight! "Perhaps we can watch a movie together and-and he'll spend the night with me too!" She thought, excited to actually be accepted into her brother's life. Recently, he spent all of his time hiding out in his room, but she missed when they'd lounge together in the living room reading magazines and playing the Playstation side-by-side. He'd taken the console to his room now, locking it away along with himself and she missed them both.

"But now, he seems to be changing! Maybe mom was right! It was just a boy stage! Boys sure are silly!" She chuckled, leaning onto the counter to order while her brother was fishing out a small packet off the little tablets, skimming them in the dim, flickering light of the men's room before he tucked them into his pocket and went to find Sapphire waiting by the cash register.

"Pick something?" He asked, fishing out his wallet and handing over a few bills to the bored looking jackal manning the stand before he looked down at the glass, swirled with colors. "What's you get?"

"An atomic bomb!" she announced, staring up at him suddenly to measure his reaction.

"A mixture of lime extract, extra lemon, and a blast of blueberry for the fruitiest, sourest mouth explosion ever?" He filled in, stealing a line right from their childhood sell of their concoction, made years and years ago at the stand with their mother holding the money and them holding each others hands instead.

"You remember!"

"'Course I do! That's the best drink I've ever had! We should have patented it!" He chuckled, stealing a drink before they headed back into the warm glow of the afternoon sun. The heat tickled against his fur, letting the wind rush through it while it baked and toasted until the yellow haze of light. Beside him, Sapphire bounced at his side with cheerful steps. He watched her lips, toying with the straw as she took, long lingering drinks of the tart treat before handing it over to him, letting his lips settle onto the same mark as hers. The innocence in the act only made it sexier as he imagined how the night might bring their lips together for real.

Minutes later, her lips hugged around a thicker straw- made bulky to allow for the flow of creamy milkshakes at the hut of an ice cream shop, "Mike's Milks." A massive bull, named Milk, ironically ran the shop and made the best milkshakes in the area. Sapphire, hunched over the counter with her legs swinging beneath her, sucked up a mixture of spiced cinnamon ice cream with bits of fried dough for a cinnamon sugar, state fair, mini donut milkshake that was topped with actual, hot, fresh fried mini donuts that'd melt their way down into the ice cream and have to be plucked out as one finished, just then ready to be eaten. Devan, ready to challenge the name, had ordered a "Better Than Sex" that had double fudge chocolate ice cream with chunks of salted caramel swirled inside along with homemade fudge in three flavors (chocolate, maple, and rocky road) and then topped with a brownie and melted marshmallow goo.

"God, this is like a heart attack..." Devan groaned, sitting back to stare at his not-even-half-empty shake glass with wide eyes. Beside him, Sapphire looked up from her near constant slurping with confusion. "Huh? This is nothing! Milkshakes are the best! And this, this is the best milkshake in the world! So this is the best thing in the world!" Sugar fueled her voice, giving it a booming and throwing volume that filled the little shop. Her eyes glittered, catching the light while the copper of her fur sparkled around them. Devan just stared, suddenly filled with a renewed rush of lust. It was one thing to find her exotic, sexy with her mixture of innocence and alien quality, but he now remember her spunk and her energy, only wanting her more. When Sapphire leaned over to take a drink of water, he mimed stealing a drink of hers only to add in the crushed powder from the pills. Then, he sat back as she finished the shake in a long gulp of melted cream and the secret, added ingredient.

****

"Can you get me some water? I feel so hot!" Sapphire laid her hand against her forehead again, leaning back on the couch. On the television screen, a movie played with explosions obscuring any plot. They'd been watching for about an hour and with every passing minute, Sapphire felt like another few degrees had been added in the room. Her body pulsed with its own furnace inside, generating heat like a fireplace. Her heart seemed to race too, at first she thought it was just the movie getting to her, but as she got more distracted with her body heat she noticed it pulsing in her ears.

Her fingers pressed to her forehead, but then she fidgeted suddenly feeling a twinge somewhere else. Her eyes went wide, checking the doorway that her brother had disappeared through before she shifted again, feeling her hips rock just enough to rub her clothed sex to the heel of her foot tucked under her. She almost moaned it felt so good.

"W-why do I feel like this?" she mumbled, rubbing at her thighs nervously. Devan rounded the corner, bringing her a glass brimming with ice cubes. The feline yanked it to her lips, gulping down the coolness as if it could quench the fire that flickered inside her.

"Woah there. You feel alright? Don't make yourself puke." Devan warned, eyes sweeping over her body. Behind her rump, her long and slender tail shivered like a leaf in a storm, jumping from the edge of the couch to the opposite side of her body every second while keeping up a steady wobbling in the tip. Nervous energy ran through the feline like electricity. Tipping his nose up slightly, the older ocelot breathed in deeply, nostrils flaring enough to catch the faint spice of the earth sweetness of sex.

Oh yeah...

"Seriously, are you okay?" He repeated, moving in closer to pull her against his side. Instantly the faint pressure of her soft body against him sent a rush of excitement. His hand curled around her side, pressing to her hips and sliding down to her thigh, rubbing her soothingly.

A small blush glowed underneath the layer of her patterned fur as rounded eyes tipped up to her brother. Sugar and lust swirled in her head, further clouding biased thought process as she curled into his side. "I feel... funny."

Devan let his fingers inched a little further on her thigh, just sliding naturally over it to keep up his rubbing, but extending the reach so with each motion his fingertips would just barely reach the curve towards her inner thighs. Sapphire felt a twinge in her lap, a new level of the heat washing over her with that teasingly close touch. Her hips squirmed slightly, instinctively. "Funny how, Saph'?"

"I-I..." Her tongue seemed too big for her mouth, making her stutter nervously. Something told her not to reference the heat that seemed to burn through her crotch, like a fire started down in her little cunny. "Funny like... a fever, but not. I feel so hot..." Her hand waved at her face, giving her a faint wash of cool air before it fell again to curl over her stomach shyly. Her toes twitched, curling as Devan inched his fingers down her thighs further, letting him pet just beneath the hem of her skirt. A rush of excitement sped up his spine at the advancement and the way the fabric tickled along his knuckle, reminding him as he caressed her fur just where his hand sat, where it crept.

"I don't feel sick, but I don't feel... right." She continued, looking up with a small pout in her jutting bottom lip. "D-do you know what's wrong with me? Am I food poisoned?" Sapphire blinked her round eyes, staring at her brother with an unwavering, expectant look until his head shook with a reassuring chuckle.

"Oh, sis. I think I know what's wrong." He paused, giving her a long look from the hair that fell over her eyes with shy, sheepish hiding down over her frilly skirt to where long stockings covered her legs to her dainty toes. "Do you feel sorta hot all over? Not in your head, but in your body?" Her head gave a nervous little bob.

"Does the heat seemed to sink down into the pit of your stomach?" His free hand tapped against the center of her stomach, sliding down over the waistband of her skirt and hovering above the line of her waist, just above her crotch. "Even lower maybe..." With a little puff of breath, her hips bumped up to his fingers. Faintly, he felt the slope of her mound glide under his touch before she squeaked with shyness and dropped her butt back to the couch.

"D-Devan?" Her breath whispered against his neck, tickling through the fur while his hand followed her hips down. The hand on her thigh continued to knead gently into the flesh, totally letting his fingertips brush to where her leg met her crotch, tantalizingly close. His opposite hand slid directly over the curvature of her sex, cupping over the fabric of her skirt and letting his fingers press to her clothed pussy. Gently massaging, he already felt her hips giving needy, impatient twitches in response. Her body responded even before she knew how. Her smaller body writhed in tighter to his side, slumping into him while her head used his chest as a pillow. Every little pant that escaped then washing out over his chest or hitting the underside of his chin.

The hand on her thigh started to glide the hem up now, following up the inches of her thighs until a new material brushed to his fingers. Lifting up the garment to show the edge of her panties, Devan's breath caught. Subtle, delicate lace edged over soft, pink satin panties, speckled with navy polka dots while a damp patch already spread out from between the faint outline of her lower lips. Lightly, his fingers rubbed along the dark splotch, pushing his touch up to the very opening hiding under the thin fabric.

"A-ah... Devan..." she gasped. Two, small hands clutched onto his arms, but not in a 'stop' manner, in an intense clutch. Her breath hitched and puffed out in ragged little whines as she pulled back to murmur in his ear. "Y-you're making it worse. When will I feel less hot?" she whined, voice strained with a desperate kind of desire. Devan's fingers pulled back wet, almost sticky even indirectly after teasing to the opening of her pussy. He glanced down, watching the liquid sparkle and gleam in the light before his fingertips curled under the hem of her panties. "Do you want me to fix it?" Her head bobbed, a desperate whine stretching from her mouth. "P-please, bruder?"

Oh God...

His cock throbbed in his jeans, tenting them up now with an impatient amount of force behind the straining zipper. It throbbed, pulsing with every little whimper that left her lips. For a second, his fingertips eased her panties to the side. Heat washed out from her pussy and her scent thickened all around him, but then he grinned and leaned down. His lips brushed against her ear, lightly kissing the edges of the sensitive appendage. "Will you help brother too then?"

"O-oh! Of course!" She looked up with both eyes filling her face again and a hot blush tearing over her cheeks. Devan just grinned back, soaking up the sight of her so needy, yet so sweet at the same time. So lustful, but without knowing what she really wanted. Slowly, he tugged down the zipper of his jeans, releasing his cock into the air with a bounce up to his stomach before it stilled, jutting upwards proudly with the barbs dotting down its length and the tip glistening with precum already. Then, he pulled her hand gently to him. Turning his head, he murmured into her tall ears, so adorably oversized for her head. "Now just squeeze on it and slide your hand up and down... just explore a little and I'll do that for you too." As he pulled back, his tongue playfully traced the edge of her ear only to send a gasping moan into the air.

"W-wha! That tickled!" She exclaimed, though her cheeks flared with a deepening blush. Smirking, Devan nipped and nibbled at her head, relishing in how she started to shiver and twitch against his side. Her small hands, curiously hugging around his cock, shook right along with the rest of her. At the same time, listening to the faintest airy moans, Devan plunged a finger into her. Her voice, previously unsure and shy, broke out with a long yowl. All four eyes in the room went wide.

"Shit, are you okay?" Devan mumbled, suddenly questioning his plan for her and feeling a stab of guilt. But, then her hips rocked up to his fingers and he felt her pussy, already insanely tight, give a hard squeeze around the digit until it practically sucked it forward. "D-Don't stop!" she sassed, voice booming and sassy once again like the girl demanding their way to the milkshake shop.

"W-whatever you say!" He mumbled, leaning down to nip and kiss along her neck, finding that she'd giggle and moan in intermixed bursts. His fingers hurriedly fucked the needy, soaked sex of hers until lewd slurping filled the air. At the same time, her hands squeezed around his shaft just as he'd said, keeping time with his fingers with her own pumping motions, rubbing over the prickly little nubs. His tip was drooling, her sex was leaking over the sofa with copious, sloppy juices.

"B-bruder! This isn't helping!" She whimpered, her voice breaking out with a desperate moan. Her hips would thrust up, riding into the motions of his finger while her body quivered on the sofa. For a moment, he thought she'd cum right there, clutching his arm and whining, but then she'd still again with a huff of desperation. Suddenly, her pleading eyes dropped to what she held in her hands.

"That's the real deal, isn't it!?" Her eyes fixed onto him, locking there with that fierce, shockingly adult feline look that nearly had Devan purring. Her soft, gentle hands suddenly gripped onto him tighter. "Devan! Will that help me?" she whimpered, rubbing herself to his finger with a building lust. He could only bob his head, feeling like his voice was lodged in his throat. For a second, it seemed like she'd be taking control, clambering onto his lap, and solving the problem herself, but then he looked down to see massive, pleading puppy-dog eyes on the girl's face while her bottom lip pushed out into a quivering pout. "P-please, Devan? Will you fix me? I feel so hot and wet! I need you!"

"Oh Sapphire.... How can I say no to that." His hands slid up onto her hips, lifting her up from the couch and bringing her over his lap. For a second, her skirt fluttered up around her body, shielding his view of her sex as it lowered down already lined up with his jutting tip. The lithe feline squirmed in his hold, impatiently lashing her tail and whimpering until the thick cock head pushed to her sex. Then, her breath hitched. Feeling the first inch sink down into her tunnel, the siblings moaned out together. Sapphire's voice, higher, rang back from the ceiling with an echoing chorus of gaspy cries while Devan's left more in a groan, warbling low in his throat before it morphed into a mere growl of air through his teeth.

Holding onto her tighter, he paused for a second as he imagined her inexplicably tight sex would be struggling to adjust to the sudden girth that stretched it out. Her body clenched on him, squeezing and relaxing in alternating pulses that seemed to milk even just that single inch of his tip already.

"W-what are you doing?" Sapphire demanded, grabbing onto his shirt to steady herself before fixing her eyes on him.

"I'm letting you adjust-"

"Don't stop! I want it all!" Her little hips squirmed, and Devan lightened his hold to let her and gravity sink her down onto his shaft. His head fell back, suddenly feeling her heat entirely swallowing his cock. Her wetness squeezed out and leaked over his lap, matting their matching patterns together while she hugged tighter around him, milking over his length with the contracting squeezes of her desperate, wanton heat. "F-fuck... Sapphire..." Devan groaned, feeling her grabbing onto his chest while her butt gave eager little bounces that fucked her over his lap. As he watched, too overwhelmed to do anything quite yet, the little ocelot tucked her heels beneath her and started to ride over his lap on her own. Her fingers grabbed for him to steady herself, but then her lips parted and she moaned out into the air. Devan just stared at the sight of the little school girl, with her skirt riding high up on her waist, squatted over his lap. Her eyes were clamped shut, momentarily letting his focus wander to the way her lips fell apart with her horny noises. Her shirt slipped to the side, showing her bared, furred shoulder while her sex winked in and out from beneath her skirt, giving him glimpses of his head stretching apart her lower lips and piercing down into the hot, glistening pink of her sex over and over.

Suddenly, the fingers clutching to him tugged and brilliant purple eyes now open stared hard. "H-help me, Devan! I want it faster! Harder!" He swallowed, feeling a spurt of precum shoot inside her at her words. A little twitch of interest showed her in eyebrow while a quiver ran down the girl's spine. "Did you like that, bruder? Your thingy liked that a lot..." She giggled, leaning into his chest as his hands grabbed onto her butt, forcing the panties to stretch and tear to allow him to grope and bounce her ass over his lap. Her head tipped back, letting her eyes track his while she murmured against his chin and lips. "I like the feeling of you inside me... It's so big, but I'm stretchy, aren't I, bruder?"

He felt her purr against his chest, a loud rumbling that vibrated her warm chest too him while he used one hand to cup under her chin, guiding her face to his before he flicked the tip of his tongue to her nose. "Oh you're a stretchy one alright. I'm shocked, makes me wonder how else you'd like this..." Both eyes popped open, her lips pecking his chin with loving, sisterly kisses before his fingers guided her into a longer, deeper french kiss where their tongues tangled into one another. A sloppy, lustful moan bloomed in his mouth from her, staying trapped inside the unbroken kiss until she tugged away. "I want to try more ways! Variety is the spice of life, bruder!"

He chuckled, watching the sassy lilt in her voice break way into a warbling moan before he lifted her from his lap and gestured at the foot rest, "Wanna try it on your hands and knees? Like a real little kitty would in the wild? Wanna fuck like a real feline?" He chuckled, fluffing pillows to prepare for missionary on the couch that'd cradled her tender head and allow him to lift up her hips and get deeper, but when he turned back the girl had leapt onto the square ottoman. Her butt thrust up in the air with her panties peeled part way down her thighs. Her face was tipped back looking at him while her fingers froze on her panties and her tail danced up in the air, giving him a full exposed view of her sex. The fur of her butt seemed to make a heart where the dots faded in and out before a brilliant faded white covered her sex. The little pucker of her tail hole dotted between her pert cheeks before the pink crease of her folds glittered with her soaking juices. Both thighs were matted, made a mess of from the amount she dripped out. Her stockings soaked up the rest, rolling over twitch the amount of wetness clinging to the fabric.

"Were you not serious? I wanna fuck like a good, little kitty! Like in the wild! Nice and hard, right?!" Her tail flicked. "Fuck me like a kitty, bruder!"

He leapt right in behind her. His drooling tip rubbed along the line of her sex, smearing his precum over her naked slit and then piercing into the hot wetness of her cunt. A yowl started to bloom from her lips as he plunged into her sex. He watched as her back arched, thrusting her butt back into him harder as her ears folded with delight. Her toes curled into the fabric of the ottoman, lightly tearing through the faux leather while she clutched to it. "Come on, burder! Harder! Wild!"

He grabbed onto her hips, holding tighter before he hunched over and slammed his hips forward. She gasped, grunting with the sudden weight of his hips slapping into hers but her body shook with pleasure. Her pussy spasmed, starting to constrict even tighter around him, contracting with mad pulses.

"A-ah! I f-feel like I'm gonna explode!" She squealed, voice breaking with another crying moan while he started to hammer into her sex. Lewd, wet noises intermixed between the muted slap of their furred bodies hitting together. His fingers found her tail, curling into it like a handle that coupled with her hips to yank her back onto his cock, feeding her over the barbs that began to tug and lock her onto his cock. Her voice was louder, shrieking through the house as he clutched onto her. His back quivered, shaking against her hips as his cock stiffened and jerked. Then, with a low growl, he started to cum.

With the first spurt of hot, gooey cum inside her the little feline seemed to break. Her voice arched up in volume into a pure, animalistic cry that rang back from the ceiling in an endless, circling echo. Her pussy clamped onto him, spasming madly before a gush of cum followed after his own orgasm. All the build up, matched with the drugs coursing through her system that triggered it all, and the sudden and instinctual pleasure at being filled with jizz set her off like a geyser.

Devan rode through his orgasm with stars at the edges of his vision before he slumped forward, feeling the little girl beneath him give out as hers pettered to an end. Looking back, cheek against the torn foot rest, her voice came out weak and sleepy. "B-bruder?"

He blinked, clearing away the haze from his orgasm as he panted. Pleasure still ebbed through him, giving his face a goofy grin and glow. "Yeah?"

"That was better than a milkshake..."