Dela knocked on her big brother's bedroom door. Devon answered the door; fur still tousled from sleep. "What?"
Dela hesitated. "I didn't mean to wake you up..." she said. Devon shrugged. "Doesn't matter." He opened his door further to let her in.
She went in, stopping by his full-length mirror and spinning in a slow circle. "Do I look okay?" she purred. He nodded. "You look fine, sis."
She smiled. "You think Lucas will like my outfit?" She had chosen a pure white bikini top and miniskirt, as well as white thigh-high boots. They stood out against her smooth black fur, showing off her almost-developed figure.
"Of course," Devon smiled. "Any man would..." Dela blushed a little.
Devon sat on his bed. "I don't know what you see in that asshole anyway..."
"You're jealous!" she accused him.
Devon sighed and shook his head. "No, not jealous. I just don't want to see my little sister get hurt..." Dela patted his cheek, smiling. "You're so sweet," she giggled. "Lucas has never hurt me... and he won't. You'll see."
Devon looked as if he wanted to say more, but he shook his head again. "I hope you're right..."
The phone rang and Dela rushed out of the room to get it. Devon could hear her sweet voice as she answered the phone in the hallway. "Hello?"
Devon's ears perked, listening to Dela's side of the conversation, feeling only slightly ashamed.
"Hi baby..." she crooned. There was a pause. "What? No!" he could hear the frown in her voice. "But... hello? Hello?" He heard the phone being slammed down. "BASTARD!" his sister screamed.
He rushed out of his room to find her sitting on the floor, crying. He kneeled beside her. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"He dumped me!" she cried, sobbing all the harder. Devon gathered his sister into his arms, holding her close as she cried, stroking the fur on her back where it was bared between her bikini straps and her miniskirt.
She looked up at him, green eyes huge and sad. "I should have listened to you..." she whispered. He smiled at her. "It's okay," he soothed her, wiping the tears from her face and straightening her whiskers.
She leaned her head against his chest, sighing, feeling his heart beat against her cheek. One of her paws slipped down his side, coming to rest at the waistband of his boxer shorts. She could feel his heart quicken just a little.
Dela pulled back and gazed into his eyes, full of compassion, and something else... something she'd never thought to look for. Just a tiny bit of lust glinted there!
She shifted in his lap, and could feel the hardness of his manhood through his light cotton shorts. She lifted a paw to his face, smoothing his cheekruffs. Then, ever so slowly, she tilted her head back and brushed her lips against his. It was like an electric shock. They sprang apart guiltily, neither meeting the others' gaze. "I... I'm sorry..." Dela stammered.
Devon looked embarrassed. "It's just as much my fault," he admitted. "I shouldn't have reacted like I did." He gestured vaguely to his lap. Dela looked away. "You couldn't help that..." she murmured. "It's a normal reaction, right?"
He looked away again. "I... was... thinking things I shouldn't have been thinking." Dela sighed, looking back at him. "Me too," she admitted. He looked at her, surprised. Their eyes met, and Devon sighed, taking his sister's face in his paws.
"I love you, Dela..." he murmured, leaning closer to kiss her again. She only pushed closer, opening her mouth to his tongue. He crushed her roughly against him, breaking the kiss to kiss along the edge of her jaw, and down her throat.
Dela let out a soft moan, moving slightly in his arms, head tilted back, eyes closed. Devon nuzzled down to the top of her bikini, then lifted his muzzle, looking at her questioningly. "Go on," she purred throatily, not opening her eyes. His paw brushed over her covered breast lightly, almost reverently. Watching her face carefully, he noticed the way her contented smile grew slightly as his fingers brushed over her nipple.
He reached behind her to untie the strings holding the garment to her body, pulling it away, and letting it fall to the floor as he brought his tongue to her nipples. He licked and suckled them, delighting in her pleasured purring.
Dela's paws rubbed slowly over her brother's back, her claws raking gently through his fur. "Oh Devon," she murmured, pulling his head up so she could kiss him again. Kissing him was so very different to kissing Lucas, she thought. Her brother's rough feline tongue felt better against her own that Lucas's lupine one had. And Devon's soft black fur, so much like her own, was a delight to touch.
Dela curled her tail around Devon's arm as he picked her up, carrying her back into his bedroom, laying her gently on the bed. She looked up at him, smiling. "I can't believe we're doing this..." she whispered.
Concerned, Devon pulled back. "Would you like to stop?"
Dela shook her head. "I want you, brother..." she purred, squirming impatiently beneath him. With a low chuckle, Devon reached beneath his sister's miniskirt and tugged down her underpants, carefully pulling them over her boots and dropping them to the floor, before letting his paw return to stroke the damp fur on the lips of Dela's sex.
She moaned, slipping her own paws beneath the waistband of his shorts, caressing his tailbase gently. He shivered against her, purring softly.
Dela gasped softly as her brother slid one pawfinger inside of her. He smiled. "You like that?" he murmured to her. "Oh Gods, yes...!" came the breathless reply. He kissed her hard, almost bruisingly, stiffening with a gasp of his own as Dela's paw brushed his hard shaft, wrapping around it instinctively.
Devon moaned, using his free paw to tug down his shorts, his tail curling around his sister's arm. Finally, Dela pulled back. "Please, Devon... I want you now!" Devon was all too happy to oblige, pushing himself deep into Dela's sex, gasping with pleasure as her hot wetness engulfed him.
She clutched at him tightly, eyes closed tightly, breathing heavily as he began to thrust into her slowly at first, then with increasing speed. "Dela..." he moaned softly. "You're incredible!" Dela answered him with a deep kiss, bringing her legs up to encircle his waist, her hips rising and falling with his.
Dela could feel herself rising to climax swiftly as her brother pounded into her. Just the very realization that this was her BROTHER making love to her so fervently was pushing her over the edge.
"Oh..." she moaned, bucking beneath him, pulling her mouth away from his to bite at his shoulder.
He groaned, trembling, gritting his teeth as he lost his rhythm, and his control. He shot his load deep inside her, crying out in passion. Dela grabbed him tightly, almost crushing him to herself. "Devon!" she screamed, her body shuddering all over, before she lay still beneath him, panting.
Devon looked down at her, his fur damp with sweat, breathing heavily. Suddenly he climbed off her, sitting on the edge of the bed, and dropping his head into his hands. "What have I done?" he muttered.
Dela sat up, laying a hand on his shoulder. "Devon?"
"I shouldn't have let that happen," he berated himself. "I'm sorry, Dela..."
She nuzzled the back of his neck. "What are you talking about? It was wonderful..."
He sighed. "What if Mum and Dad find out?" he murmured. "We'll be kicked out of the house!"
"They don't have to know," Dela said, taking his hands. "I won't tell them." Devon looked up, and sighed again, burying his face between her soft, furry breasts. She stroked his headfur softly. "I love you, Devon, my brother," she murmured. "I always will..." She licked at his ears gently, holding him close and rocking him in her arms until he began to purr contentedly.