Kissing Cousins

	After Dad’s “talk” with me, I found I was looking forward to the annual family Thanksgiving get together.  Aunt Sassy (Her real name was Sassinak.  Look it up.) had always been great to visit, and I now knew some of the reasons for that.  (Read “The Sleepover” to know why.)  
	Aunt Sassy and her husband Richard, with their twin girls, Menolly and Hilfy, lived a three-hour drive away from us, but we almost always went there for either Thanksgiving or Christmas.  They had a large house, and plenty of room for guests.  They would come to visit us on the holiday we didn’t go to their house.  Our house was a little more cramped, but we still had a good time.
	I had noticed during the last couple of visits that Nolly and Hil had been very interested in being alone with me, away from the rest of the family.  Apparently the adults knew what was going on and were glad to have quiet times by themselves, but I had been clueless.
	However, Dad’s explanation of his meeting my mother, Chrissy, explained many things to me.  He made it clear that she had made a man of him, and in the process, assured him of a lot of pleasure and happiness.  And it turned out he had some special skills that eventually led to marriage to Chrissy.  
	Dad’s story also explains how it happens that his family, who were of canine descent, joined Mom’s family, who were of feline descent.  That’s not unheard of, these days, but it led to one problem.  No matter how much effort they put into proving the scientists wrong (and apparently they put a LOT of effort into it, and enjoyed the trying), they eventually had to acknowledge the scientists were right:  Those of feline and canine descent might intermarry, but they could not successfully interbreed.  
	“Wait!” I hear you say.  “You said they are your Mom and Dad.”
	Yes, I said that.  And when Dad told me about their experience, I asked a similar question.
	“Where did I (of canine descent) and Pyanfar (if you looked up “Sassinak, you may have a clue where that name came from), my sister (of feline descent) come from?”
	Dad has a joke line he uses to explain this.  He says he and Mom realized there were plenty of stray puppies and kittens at every shelter, needing to be adopted, so they picked us up there.  
	Mom doesn’t think the story is as funny as he does.
	And it’s not true.  We were adopted, true, but from very good adoption agencies.
	My twin cousins, who happen to be close to me in age (13), are both feline, as are their parents.  And it’s clear they’re related to their mother, and mine.  They are the cutest kittens I’ve ever met.  Seeing them, I can understand why my mom and her sister were two of the most popular girls in their classes.
	So the three-hour ride to the relatives’ place was not as boring as usual.  I didn’t even bug my parents to stop at the famous burger joint that was about halfway there.  Usually we stop there, and not just because I beg for it.  Everyone likes their burgers.  Dad says I inherited his non-picky appetite.  Clearly, being adopted, I didn’t inherit anything from him.  But we still made the usual stop.  A cheeseburger, with Swiss cheese, in case you’re curious.

	We finally arrived at the relatives’ place.  We climbed out of the car and got the usual hugs.  Aunt Sassy is fun to hug; she’s well padded in just the right spots, and I can act innocent and not let on that I like it.  Uncle Richard just shook hands with me.  Menolly and Hilfy each hugged me and Pyanfar.  They each stuck their cold wet nose in one of my ears, and I thought I detected a little more wetness than just the nose would account for.  And they both seemed to grab my butt for a second, but maybe it was just my imagination.
	Their house is a large place, out in the country.  Each of the girls had their own bedroom on the top (third) floor.  They had their own play/game room up there, plus two more spare bedrooms.  One for me, and one for my sister.  Each pair of bedrooms had a bathroom between them, much like the setup had been in the basement apartment at mom and aunt Sassy’s house when they were kids.  And where they met dad, for that matter.  
	The second floor had about four more bedrooms, one of which would be where mom and dad would be sleeping, and one of which belonged to uncle Richard and aunt Sassy.  The other two were in case anyone else came.  Uncle Jason sometimes came with his wife.  He couldn’t always get away; he was a baseball coach at a big college, and he had a lot of responsibilities.  Dad always joked that Jason’s wife was his “trophy.”  I’m not sure I understand what he meant.

	Py and I grabbed our suitcases and such and followed everyone into the house.  Then we trudged up the 2 flights of stairs to get to the third floor.  It was as impressive as I remembered it, with 2 bedrooms and a bath to both sides, large windows at the back of the play room looking out over the forest, and a railing at the front of the play room looking down over the living area of the house, two stories below.  
	Py decided she wanted the front bedroom on the left, so I took the rear bedroom on the left.  I liked the view of nature out the windows, and I felt like it had more privacy.  There was actually a window looking down on the living room from Py’s room, and she liked to know what was going on.
	I would have to share the bathroom between our rooms with Py, but that isn’t much of a hardship.  We have to share at home, and our bedrooms and bathroom are smaller there.  Just be sure to lock the opposing door when you go in the bathroom.  That way the other person can’t come in.  And lock your own door when you go back in your own bedroom, and that way no one will come in accidentally.
	We had arrived just before noon, so as soon as we had our stuff in our sleeping quarters, we skipped down the stairs to the kitchen.  Mom and aunt Sassy were making sandwiches and snacks for a light lunch.  I had peanut butter and jelly, one of my weaknesses.  All three of the girls had tuna fish.  Cats.  What can I say?  The adults made small talk, and we kids discussed what food we did and didn’t like at a Thanksgiving dinner.  The girls all love turkey.  I like the stuffing.  I like cranberry sauce.  The girls like mashed potatoes and gravy.  I felt a little like the odd man out, although dad seemed to agree with me.  Again, felines and canines.
	After lunch, we kids put on jackets and went out for a walk in the woods on the back of the property.  There were something like 25 acres back there, so we could get quite a ways from “civilization” back there.  After an hour of that, we came back and went in the barn.  They kept a couple horses, and the barn had the smell of hay in it from years gone by.  Is there any better smell than hay in a barn?  I don’t know of one.  We climbed up to the hayloft, which had seemed so high when I was much younger, but now it wasn’t much more than the height of a second story balcony.  There was loose hay up there, and hay bales.  We sat for a few minutes on the bales to catch our breath, then climbed up on top of the unbaled hay. We burrowed into it, threw it at each other, played tag, and generally got covered in hay.  It was itchy under our clothes, and stuck in our fur, but it brought back lots of good memories.  There was another stack of loose hay below the opening in the hay loft, where loose hay was thrown down and then used to feed and bed the horses.  The stack reached about halfway up to the loft, and it looked like some had just been thrown down this morning.  We stood looking at it, until Hil suddenly called out, “Me first!”  Then she jumped out of the loft into the hay stack.  She bounced a little and slid down one side of it, and then Nolly jumped.  She looked back up at me from the stack, and said, “Don’t be a ‘fraidy dog!  Jump!”  As soon as she was clear, I did.  Then we all climbed back up to the loft, where Py was watching but refusing to jump, and did it again.  While we took a few more turns, Py climbed down and headed back to the house, since it was getting late in the afternoon.    
	After our fifth round of jumps, I climbed back into the loft.  I was amazed to see that Nolly had her shirt off, and Hil had her pants off, shaking the hay out of them.  
	“Come over here and help us, Johnny,” Hil said.  Then she took her shirt off, too!
	“Uh…  What do you want me to do?” I asked, hesitantly. 
	“Help us get this hay out of our clothes, hair, and fur,” Nolly explained. She handed me a comb.  “Unhook my bra first.  Then you can use the comb to get the hay out off my hair and off my back.”  
	Both girls took after their mother in coloring, too.  They were mostly white, with a fair amount of black spots.  They each had one white ear and one black ear, much like my own adoptive mother.  But below their neck, each one had some black spots.  Interestingly, each one had one black breast and one white one.  The random spots continued on down their body.  We had studied in biology class that feline coloring is very complicated and isn’t just controlled by genes, but sometimes things as simple as the kitten’s position in the womb before she was born.  That’s why identical twins often had similar, but not identical coloring.
	With some difficulty, I managed her bra.  She shrugged out of it.  I used the comb on her hair, and then combed all the hay off her back.  As I got down to her tail, she lowered her pants, too.  And her pink panties.
	“Get my butt, too, Johnny.  I can’t see it to get all the hay off, and I couldn’t reach it well with the comb, if I could.”  She leaned a little forward to make it easier to reach.  I learned, to my surprise, that not only did she have a really cute butt, but when I got down on one knee to be able to see to get all the hay off it, I could actually see her … um … pussy?  Vulva?  I wondered which word she would use?  Did she know I could see it from behind?  And was she showing it to me on purpose?  Of course, I could see the area from the front, too, but I was kind of surprised to discover how little there was to actually see from the front.
	I continued on down the backs of her legs and calves, and she seemed to be enjoying it.   I know I was.  She turned and faced me, and took the comb back.  She started working on the hay down her front.  Fronts?  Yes, although they were young and perky, she was definitely taking after her mother.
	Hil had been watching.  She wanted the same treatment.  I happily obliged her.  I tried not to think about it.  It’s just my cousins, right?  Unfortunately, I was getting… um… “uncomfortable.”  I had never seen a real naked girl in person before, and here I was with two of them.  But I soldiered on, trying to do well the work they had requested of me.  
	Then things took a turn for the worse.
	“Your turn, Johnny.  Take off your clothes, too.”
	This was going to be embarrassing.  I turned my back, trying to give my ...um… discomfort a chance to recede a little.  No such luck.  There it was, for everyone to see.  Yes, I liked seeing naked girls, it turns out.  And no, I couldn’t hide it.
	Each girl took her comb and started working their way down my body, “removing that itchy hay.”  Nolly was behind me, and Hil was in front of me.  They did a very efficient, thorough job combing the hay out of all the places it liked to hide.  They had a very matter-of-fact attitude about it.  They even made sure I wasn’t trying to hide any hay from them.  I wasn’t.  
	When they finished up, they shook out my shirt and pants (and underwear) and handed them back to me.  I dressed while they shook out their clothes and they covered up all that fun stuff I had just seen for the first time.  We looked each other over to be sure our clothes were properly in place, then turned to climb down the ladder from the hay loft.
	But just before we climbed down, Nolly and Hil grabbed me from either side, planted kisses on my two cheeks, and said, “Later!” under their breath.  It felt like a planned ambush, but I wasn’t complaining.
	Supper time came, and we all gathered around the island dining table in the kitchen.  There were burgers, hot dogs, buns, condiments, chips, salsa, potato salad, and all sort of goodies.  We finished up with cookies and pie.  For a “light meal,” I was pretty full.
	After supper, the adults settled in to talk and have a few beers or glasses of wine.  We kids went upstairs to the third floor play room, where we played some video games and talked about school, etc.  Nothing too momentous.  When it came to about 9 p.m., we decided it was about time to go to bed.  We all went to our sleeping rooms to change into our nightclothes, brush our teeth, use the restroom, etc.  All the stuff you do before going to bed.  Then we came back out to say goodnight and discuss any plans for the next day.  I had my usual nightclothes on:  An oversized T shirt and long basketball shorts.  Py had on some Hello Kitty pink pajamas.  She’s such a dork.  And Nolly and Hil had on actual silk sleepware, a loose-fitting silk top and matching loose silk boxer shorts.  Nolly’s was yellow, and Hil’s were a light blue.  I noticed (teenaged boy, here) that there was evidence of budding breasts under the tops, and what I was fairly sure were nipples.  I tried not to notice, and I tried to hide the results when I did notice.  We said our goodnights, gave each other goodnight hugs, and headed to bed.  Nolly and Hil turned at almost exactly the same moment, smiled, and gave me a wink.

	I awoke to a warm presence in my bed.  Two warm presences.  I was sleeping on my left side, as I usually did, and a warm body was spooning in front of me, and another was spooning behind me.  It didn’t take much figuring to figure out these were my cousins.  Which one was Nolly, and which one was Hil?  I didn’t know, and what difference did it make, after all?  But they seemed to be working in concert.  
	Once the girls realized I was awake, they squeezed even closer to me.  The one in front of me took my right hand and put it under her pajama top.  I never would have done that without an invitation, but once invited, I explored with enthusiasm.  The one behind me put her hand under my pajama top.  It felt great, in both cases.
	Remembering what my dad had told me of my mother’s teaching him, I began to do a little exploration under the pajama top.  The twins were essentially my age, so their breasts weren’t particularly large yet, but since they weren’t adopted like me, they showed every sign of inheriting their mother’s “ample endowment.”  They weren’t big enough yet to need a serious bra, but they definitely had breasts.  However, again remembering my mother’s instructions to my dad, I didn’t just immediately try to grab them.  I explored her fur, touching her all over, from her chin (which she raised, seemingly in appreciation), all the way down to her belly button, which proved to be ticklish.
	I worked my way around that several times, until I finally made a brief detour to her right breast.  Definitely an exciting piece of real estate, topped with a soft, bare nipple.  I circled it a couple of times, gently squeezed the nipple, and continued on my explorations.  One detour was around her beautiful butt, firm under her shorts. Dad said, “Girls take a lot longer to be aroused, so don’t try to hurry the process.”  While my right hand continued its wandering, I gently kissed the back of whoever’s neck was right in front of my face.  She wiggled against me a little, seeming to appreciate the attention.  
	While all this was going on, the girl behind me was doing her own explorations under my pajama top.  She was doing very similar to the same thing I was doing, gently rubbing my chest from my neck down to the elastic on my pajama bottoms.  That gave me a pretty good hint that I was on the right track with the girl in front of me, because I assumed they would treat me pretty much how they wanted to be treated.  This was fun.
	Eventually, GIF (girl in front) took my hand and directed it down into those pretty silk-looking boxers.  I eased my hand down to the downy fur where I assumed her “nether regions” would start.  Dad had said mom had done the same with his hand, and gave him some general guidelines on how to tell if he was making any progress on her excitement level.  I carefully extended my middle finger down lower and lower.  I felt the separation between two folds start.  Extending a finger on either side, my middle finger eventually found the warm, moist place I had heard so much about.  I kept going until I felt it slip into an opening, which was especially moist and warm.  Then I slowly withdrew my finger until I found the little nubbin at the top of the slit.  When my finger rubbed over it, GIF shuddered and sighed.  Gold mine!  I rubbed it gently a couple more times, and the results were similar.
	GIB (girl in back)  reached over and pulled my right hand back, and put in down her silk boxers.  This seemed to indicate she wanted something.  So I tried the netherland exploration on her, too.  Similar results, and a tighter hug from her.  I made one more such excursion on each girl.  The slits were moist, but not slippery, yet.
	I rolled over on my back, with one girl on each side.  Now I could see in the faint glow of a nightlight than Nolly was on my right (formerly GIB) and Hil was on my left (formerly GIF).  Both girls also rolled on their back.  From this position, I could pay equal attention to each girl, and they could pay equal attention to me.  Both cuddled up to me, and I could put a hand down each girl’s shorts.  How could a guy get so lucky?
	The girls rewarded my efforts with a wet nose (and maybe some tongue?) in each ear and a warm hand from each one on my now-fully-erect dick.  
	“So, um, girls, what do you want from me?”  I figured it might be a good idea to get it out in the open.
	“We want some fun,” breathed Hil.  
	“Yeah.  Mom said we could, and that we could go as far as we wanted, because since you’re a canine, we can’t get pregnant with you,” added Nolly, softly.
	“Most of the guys at school who would be interested in us are felines.  And that could be big trouble.  But we want some experience, and mom said she would talk to your folks to make sure you were safe and trustworthy.”
	“She said they would make sure you were prepared.  Are you?”
	“Well, as much as I can be with no actual experience, myself.  So I guess we’re going to do some cooperative learning,” I replied.  “Do you have some actual plans, or are we going to just play this by ear?”
	“Oh, by ear.”  At that, they both stuck their wet nose in my ear.  And, if I didn’t mistake it, their tongue as well.  

	I put my pillow upright against the headboard, turned on the reading light on the headboard, and scooted back so I was sitting up.  Each girl backed up against her side of me, so I could reach around them and explore their bodies some more.  I was going from breasts to tummies to pussies and back, with ample side trips and kissing thrown in.  Each girl had a hand on my manhood (well, boyhood), and each girl covered my roving hand as it explored her assets.  We were, indeed, having fun now.
	As I continued my explorations, I found that both girls’ slits were getting quite well-lubricated, with a slippery velvet.  Their sighs, gasps, and moans were becoming more emphatic and enthusiastic.  I wondered if we were going to continue this way until they reached an orgasm.  I was looking forward to it, since it had never seen a girl achieve that outcome.  I was about to ask, when they pulled their tops off.  Hil scooted away from me, slipped off her silk shorts, and turned to face me, pulling my boxers down while Nolly pulled my T shirt off.  Hil threw her left leg over my legs, then scooted up until she was rubbing her very wet pussy on me.  Nolly put her right leg over my legs behind Hil.  She put a hand around each of Hil’s breasts, keeping them pointed at my face.  I took the opportunity to kiss each one, then nibbled a little on each one.  That seemed to be what they wanted.  First the white breast, with the pink nipple.  Then the black breast, with the black nipple.  They tasted exactly the same.  What did I expect?  Vanilla and licorice?  
	I looked down to where Hil was rubbing against my penis, and I noticed it suddenly looked large compared to where it was supposed to go.  Although, I knew for a boy my age, I wasn’t particularly large.
	“This isn’t going to hurt you, is it?” I asked Hil, with some concern.
	“No, mom talked to your dad to get some idea how large you are, and then mom got us each a toy that size to be sure we were ready.  Those stung a little the first time we used them, but they’re easy now.”
	Hil looked down at where she was rubbing on me.  She lifted up a little, took my shaft in her hand, and carefully aimed it at the spot he wanted it.  Then she slowly sank down on it, the warm and slippery opening taking me in slowly until she was entirely down to my balls.  It felt so good!
	She must have realized that, because I let out a soft moan.  
	“Like that, do you?” she asked, smiling.  “It feels much better than the toy does, too.  So warm, and throbbing.”
	I didn’t tell her it was a vast improvement over my hand, too!
	She began to lift up until only the head was inside her, then sank back down again.  I could tell with the first cycle that I wouldn’t last very long.  
	Hil started to lift up and settle down in a faster rhythm.  She put her hands on my shoulders to balance herself, and Nolly reached around her to stimulate her clitoris, and things got interesting.  Hil leaned forward and, while still pumping, kissed me.  And I mean, really kissed me like I’ve never been kissed before.  Yes, there was tongue involved.  And that feline tongue, with its raspy surface, really got my attention.  I’ve heard this referred to as “checking each other’s tonsils,” and it kind of felt like that.  Keep in mind I have a canine tongue, it’s pretty long.  We were just getting a really good start when Hil suddenly shivered, pulled away from my mouth, jerkily made one more plunge with her pelvis, and started rocking with her pelvis, a long, low moan coming from her throat.  I felt a pulsing in her vagina, and her nipples got very firm and protuberant.  I thought to myself, “Bingo!”  And then my orgasm hit, and it felt like I had a firehose spurting from my penis.  I threw my arms around her, she pulled my head to her chest, and we kind of froze like that for a while.  

	When the roaring in my ears tapered off, and I felt less like a machine gun, I released my hold on Hil.  She rolled over to the left side of the bed and made a serious stretch.  I admired her nude body, and I noticed that she was pretty wet around her crotch.  In fact, I saw that she was leaking a fair amount of a sticky white liquid.  She didn’t seem to care, particularly, so I didn’t worry about it.  
	Then Nolly scooted up closer to me, still straddling my legs.  
	“I’m ready for my turn,” she said with a grin.  And she leaned forward to rub her breasts on my chest.  “I hope Hil didn’t get all the fun.  It looks like you recharge pretty quickly!”  I followed her eyes and looked down at my dick.  Yes, it was already showing interest in more action.
	I checked her pussy.  Yes, it was definitely still slippery and wet.  I reached down and grabbed both her butt cheeks and pulled her closer.  We explored each other’s bodies for a few minutes.  I applied some digital stimulation to her clitoris, kissed and sucked on her nipples, etc.  She enthusiastically returned the favor, and seemed to be getting more excited all the time.  
	“So do you have any special requests?” I asked.  “Or are you going to do the same thing Hil did?  Ladies’ choice, you know.”
	“Ah, let’s play a little while.  And then I have a thing I want to try.”  And with that, she took one of her cute breasts and held the nipple to my mouth.  I didn’t refuse.
	Nolly continued to slowly rub her well-lubricated labia on my dick.  Slowly.  Languidly.  Not enough to bring me to another orgasm, but enough to keep me well stimulated.  Where did a 13-year-old kitten learn something like that?  Or maybe it was all instinct, with a little added information from her mom.
	Then Nolly initiated a kiss, very similar to the one Hil had started.  However, there was much less urgency in it.  We explored each other’s mouth.  She had very sharp canines.  Much sharper than mine.  This gave me a little concern about some other activities I had thought might be fun.  But the kissing was very intense, and I enjoyed it a lot.  And dad had said kissing was a real turn-on for girls, usually.
	I also explored her butt.  Well, butt cheeks, maybe.  Dad had said not to touch a girl’s tail hole, unless she specifically asked for it.  Apparently, what you might read on porn sites was written by guys, and girls actually don’t like that, no matter what you read.  And that was really OK with me.  
	Nolly was clearly becoming more excited, so I broke the kiss and asked her what she wanted.  
	“First, I want some kissing on my chest and tummy.  We’ll see how it goes after that.”  She rolled off me to the right side of the bed.  I got on my knees and spread her legs, then knelt between them.  I leaned over and kissed her mouth, and then started down her front.  Ears.  Check.  Neck.  Check.  Upper chest.  Check.  Left breast.  Check.  Right breast.  Check.  Lower chest.  Check.  Tummy.  Check.  Belly button.  Check.  Lower tummy.  Check.  Then I worked my way up and down again.  But this time, I went past the lower tummy and spread her labia with my thumbs.  I saw the little nubbin that is the source of female sexual enjoyment.  I licked said nubbin.  I was rewarded with a generalized wiggle and a sigh.  
	And then she grabbed my ears.  And, with some force, she held my nose against her clit.  It had a slightly salty musky taste, not unpleasant.  I applied my tongue to her entire slit.  Tasted good.  I lapped at it a couple of times, and then I inserted it into her vagina.  Remember, my canine tongue is quite long.  It went very deep, almost to its entire extended length, when I came to the top end of her tunnel.  It felt a little like a rubber ball with a hole in the middle.  My avid internet reading came to my rescue and identified this as her cervix.  She was getting pretty wiggly by this time.
	I withdrew my tongue, gave the whole slit another lap, kissed her belly button, and raised my head up to look her in the face.  
	“Ready with your special request?”
	“Yes, Johnny, you’re doing great.  I would like to try the position mom said your dad was very good at.  She said you probably don’t have the little knot he does, but it should still feel good.”
	I remembered him mentioning a special position that took advantage of his “special equipment.”  But I didn’t recall exactly how it worked.  
	“You’ll have to tell me what you want.  You know I only want to make you happy, and even better if it feels good for both of us.”  
	“OK, Johnny, get off me for a moment.  I need to turn on my side.”  
	I “dismounted,” so to speak.  
	“So I’m going to lie on my left side.  I’ll leave my left leg straight, and pull my right leg up, as if I’m taking a big step.”
	She did so.
	“Now I want you to straddle that straight left leg, and slide up as much as you can.”
	It sounds more awkward than it is.  I scooted up her left leg, until my dick disappeared under her right leg.  She reached down with her right hand, found the object in question, and guided it into her vagina.  I couldn’t see it, but it felt great.  Not as intense as what Hil had done to me, and a different level of contact, but still great.
	“Now begin pushing into me.  Just keep it slow and steady.”
	One of the nifty things about this position was that I could reach down and play with her breasts.  And I did.
	Also unlike what Hil and I had done, I was doing most of the work.  It wasn’t hard work, mind you, but it was steady work with great pay.  
	It took much longer for this performance to bring me to an orgasm.  In fact, it might have been as much as ten minutes; several times as long as Hil had.  I noticed that although I was doing most of the work, Nolly started breathing faster and faster.  That made me want to work faster, just to keep time with her.  I saw her close her eyes tightly, get an almost painful expression on her face, and then I felt a clenching and relaxing in her vagina.  I felt the familiar electrical feeling around the base of my dick, which then quickly climbed to the very tip of it, and then my orgasm burst over me.  There was some frantic hip pumping on both our parts, I felt the firehose sensation again, and then I collapsed onto Nolly.  She grabbed my hand and held it to her lips, and I felt her hot, exerted breath beginning to slow.  This time I rolled off her and onto the right side of the bed.
	It occurred to me that I now had two satisfied by messy naked girls in my bed.  I hoped that wouldn’t be a problem with their parents.  Or mine, for that matter.  And I wondered if I should encourage them to return to their rooms before morning.  
	I pulled the covers over me, covered the twins, gave each of them a kiss and a thank-you, and fell asleep.