Welcome Home
by Winter

Chapter 5:

Terry floated above the clouds, feeling the heat from the sun wash over his naked body. Invisible hands carried him hither and yon, sometimes spinning him around so that he could look down on the ever-changing cloud-scape and marvel at its beauty. The hands were all over him, caressing every inch of his body and gently pulling on every strand of his fur. He giggled softly as one stroked his tail, then patted his rump. Closing his eyes and sighing contentedly, he let his mind conjure up the image of his sister.

He remembered kissing her, kissing her deeply and passionately, but was it real? Surely something so heavenly had to have been a dream? But no, he could still taste her on his lips, still feel her scent fill his nostrils. His tail wagged happily as he thought about Tanya and about how much he loved her. What a pity she wasn't with him now, she would have loved the clouds. Terry giggled again as the hands played with his hair for a little while, then caressed his face and made his nose twitch as they touched his whiskers. Then a soft, white pillow rose up from the clouds and pressed itself against his head. He had never felt anything so soft, so utterly comfortable to sleep on. The hands just held him now, rocking him gently while he slept.

He woke up when someone patted his shoulder, gently shaking him back to life. For a second he didn't know where he was; the warmth and the softness that surrounded him made him believe that he was still up there, among the clouds, but then he opened his eyes. The bathroom! He was in the bathtub, with Tanya. And he was resting against her, sleeping in her lap with his head... his head snuggled up against her breasts.

An inch in front of his nose, he could see a pink nipple amid Tanya's fluffy white chest fur. He sat up, unsure whether he should feel embarrassed or excited, but Tanya decided it for him. When he looked up at her face, she was smiling so warmly it made his heart flutter, and he beamed back a happy grin of his own.

"We'd better get out now, sweetie," she whispered. "The water's getting cold."

"Okay." Terry stood up, stretched and yawned. "I dreamt that I was flying."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I was up among the clouds, and everything was so soft and warm and..." His voice trailed away as he realised what the fluffy cloud pillow had been, and he blushed slightly. "Everything was just great."

"That's good. Hop on out, and I'll dry you off."

"Okay." He lifted his foot to step out of the tub, but then changed his mind. "But Tanya, I haven't washed yet."

"Don't worry, I managed to wash us both while you slept."

"Oh." Terry recalled the hands that had been touching him, all over his body, and he blushed again. "D-did you wash me all over?"

"Every inch of you. Don't be embarrassed, honey, I had my eyes closed while I washed that bit."

"Okay."

They were both out of the bath and wrapped in towels before Terry caught on, and realised that he'd had his leg pulled. Growling with mock-anger, he punched his sister's arm, and that quickly led to a wrestling and tickling match. Their towels soon vanished, and they chased each other up and down the upstairs hall. In the end, Tanya caught him around the waist and flung him over her shoulder. He squealed indignantly and snarled loudly all the while as she went back to the bathroom to let the water out of the tub and turn out the light. A tickle to the ribs changed his protests to giggles, though, and he hardly even noticed that she carried him past the door to his room and down the stairs.

* * * * * *

Tanya entered her bedroom and flung her brother unceremoniously onto her bed. He grunted as he bounced a couple of times, then he lay still. But only for a moment, because she immediately attacked him and started another tickle-wrestle. They rolled around and around on the bed, screaming and laughing and making a mess of blankets, sheets and pillows. It didn't end until Tanya had pinned Terry down on his stomach with his head buried beneath a blanket, and was tickling his sides all the way from his armpits to his hips.

The boy screamed and kicked and thrashed about, but was unable to get away. In the end he yelled that he had to pee, so she let him up and pointed the way to her bathroom. He didn't even have time to close the door behind him, and soon splashing noises could be heard, followed by more splashing as Terry washed his hands. Tanya smiled to herself. He's such a well-raised boy, she thought. So their mother had at least done that right. The momentary bitterness vanished at once, however, as Terry sauntered back into the room, his fur standing on edge and his face flushed from all the laughing. He giggled as he saw that she was watching him, suddenly not seeming shy at all despite his nakedness. She patted the bed next to her, and he lay down with a happy sigh.

"Stay with me tonight, would you? Please? I don't want to be alone."

"Me neither." He smiled, leaning his cheek against her shoulder. "I'd love to stay."

"I'll be right back."

Tanya got up and rearranged the bedclothes, making Terry laugh when she moved him around as if he had been just another pillow. Then she turned out the lights. It was nearly dark; only a couple of moonbeams lit the room. Despite that, she could still feel Terry's eyes all over her body as she slowly walked back to the bed. He held up the comforter for her, and as soon as she had slid in beneath it he snuggled up to her, draping an arm around her waist.

She could feel his slightly ragged breath right beside her muzzle, could smell the peppermint of his freshly brushed teeth. He must have taken care of that before their bath, she realised, because afterwards there had been no time. Again she marvelled at what a good boy he was. She kissed his nose, and was rewarded with a crystal bell giggle, then a soft purr as she laid an arm over his shoulder and pulled him even closer to her. The kiss was returned, this time on the mouth, but since Terry kept his lips closed, so did she. They just lay there pressed tightly together for a little while.

"Good night, Tanya," he whispered. "Sweet dreams."

"You too, baby. Love you."

"Love you too."

* * * * * *

When she woke up the next morning, Tanya still had her arms full of boy. She let out a long, purring moan of pleasure, making a silent wish that every morning would be like this, forever. Terry was so warm and soft, and felt so right as he lay there snuggled up to her. His cheek was resting against her breast, and she wondered if he were dreaming about clouds this time, too. Or maybe he was having another kind of dream, she mused with a grin as she realised that his little erection was pressed against her hip.

Unable to resist the temptation, she reached down and touched it. This time was different than last night. Back then she had just helped a poor boy relieve himself, now she was feeling him up. The naughtiness of it all made her blush, and a feeling of guilt crept into her mind. She ignored it, however, focusing instead on what she was doing. Terry's penis was hot to the touch, and it twitched as she rubbed it lightly. He moaned in his sleep and pressed himself closer to her, nuzzling her breast. She smiled. Was this purely an unconscious act, or had he been up to naughty things of his own during the night?

She eased her way out of his embrace, then pulled the comforter down as she sat up to get a good look at her little brother. Again, the guilty feeling reared inside her mind, and again she pushed it aside. After the way they had kissed and cuddled last night, she felt certain that everything else was just a matter of time now. Time, love and perhaps a little patience. But right now she didn't feel patient as she leaned in for a closer look.

It was no more than three inches long, and about as thick as her thumb. The shaft and the foreskin that covered the tip were the colour of... well, skin, and when she pulled it back to uncover the head she found that it was a bit darker, almost red. The sheath and the sac were covered with a soft, white down that tickled her palm as she touched them. When he grew older, she knew, this fur would turn dark and coarse, but that was still years away. Terry was breathing heavier, now, lost in some dream that seemed to be quite erotic, judging by the way he would groan every now and then. Tanya leaned down and placed a kiss on the tip of his penis, enticing a moan of pleasure from the boy, but then she stood up and tucked him back in beneath the comforter.

It wasn't an easy thing, letting go like that, but this was the patience bit. What mattered more than anything was that she mustn't hurt Terry in any way, or scare him. Better to let it happen naturally. She felt certain that Terry would want to have sex with her if she asked him, but she wanted to give him time to decide on his own. Leaving him to sleep in, she went about her morning business, then started the shower running. Once her fur was thoroughly soaked, her fingers automatically homed in on her sex, and she closed her eyes as the first shiver went down her spine.

* * * * * *

Terry woke up with a start, gasping as he sat up in bed, casting the comforter aside. He only just had time to realise that he was alone before something started happening to him, something he had never felt before. He gasped again as a shudder went through him; his mouth opened and closed without a sound escaping his lips. Jolts of pleasure shot through his body, all seemingly emanating from the same place. He reached down and grabbed his throbbing erection, and the touch set off even more good feelings. With a loud groan, he fell back on the bed, his back arching up as the strongest spasm yet hit him. All he could do was to cry out, then collapse in a heap of suddenly limp muscles.

The feeling lingered, even though it wasn't as strong anymore. Just as well, he decided, or he might have fallen apart. Whatever had just happened, it had been so good it almost scared him. His conscious mind began to drift away, but a full bladder kept him from going back to sleep. Instead, he pulled himself out of bed and stumbled towards the bathroom. Only after he had started peeing did the memories of last night begin to come back, and a wide grin spread across his muzzle. He had got to stay with Tanya all night! All the hugs and kisses, the wrestling and the tickling. All the nakedness... And then he had gone to sleep in her arms.

Still smiling happily, he flushed the toilet and hopped into the shower. But before he could turn the taps, he froze. There was a strange smell in there; not unpleasant, but oddly familiar. Tanya. She had smelled like that when she had joined him in the upstairs bathroom last night. When she had helped him... helped him pee. He blushed deeply at that particular memory, but the thought also made his nether regions stir again. Licking his lips involuntarily, he took a deep breath through his nose. Actually, it was a rather pleasant smell. He made sure to fill his nostrils with it a couple more times, before he started the water running.

Twenty minutes later, Terry strolled back into the bedroom, drying his fur with a towel. As he sat down on the bed, he realised that the smell was there, too, although nowhere near as strong as it had been in the shower. He knew it was Tanya, but she didn't smell like that all the time. Feeling a bit confused, he decided to push the thought out of his mind, and instead he thought about what had happened just as he woke up. The word orgasm was something he had heard of, and he knew it was supposed to be something that made you feel really good, but that was the end of his knowledge. How it had happened, or why, was something he didn't know.

Still, it had been good. Very good. These thoughts made him hard again, and he blushed as he realised that he had no clothes down here. Everything he owned was packed away in his room upstairs. The smells coming in through the open bedroom door told him that Tanya was cooking breakfast. He could hear her as she moved about in the kitchen, which meant that that door was open, as well. A door from which she could see the stairs, and surely him if he tried to make a run for it.

But should he run? After all, she had seen all of him last night, and he had been hard back then, too. She had even touched his erection when she helped him pee, and then she had touched him again as she washed him while he was asleep. By all rights, he should be able to feel casual about being naked, yet he couldn't help blushing again as he absent-mindedly touched his hard penis. There was no way he could make it go down enough to be casual about it.

So, either dash upstairs for clothes and have Tanya watch his naked butt disappear up the stairs, or walk into the kitchen naked as the day he was born and hard as a rock. Wrapping himself in the towel seemed like a bad compromise, because she had asked him not to be shy, and the towel would feel like a token of shyness. He was saved, though, as Tanya came into the bedroom just as he was drying his hair. His first thought was to cover himself up, but he resisted it. Instead he just grinned back at her as she fired off another of those smiles that seemed to hit him like a punch in the stomach, only in a good way.

"Ready for breakfast, baby?" she asked, acting as if she hadn't noticed that he was naked. Yet, he had seen her eyes lower ever so briefly. "I've got pancakes waiting for you, with blueberry jam."

"Great!" He got up and went over to the hamper to dispose of the towel, then he walked up to Tanya and hugged her. "Good morning."

"Good morning to you, too." She laughed, leading him out into the entrance hall. At the foot of the stairs, she patted his butt and pushed him up the first few steps. "Go get dressed, now."

Giggling, he ran upstairs, but at the top of the stairs something made him stop and turn. Tanya was still watching him. With another giggle, he turned his back towards her and wiggled his rump, lifting his tail high, then he dashed towards his room, grinning as he could hear her laughter all the way.