Welcome Home
by Winter

Chapter 8:

They woke up almost at the same time the next morning. Terry had just started blinking sleep out of his eyes when Tanya began to stir. He rolled over to face her, and was rewarded with a full view of her naked breasts as she stretched and yawned. Instead of blushing, though, he involuntarily licked his lips, remembering last night. She had tasted so good, and better yet had been to know that sucking her nipples had made her feel good every bit as much as he did. He made a silent wish that he'd get to do that again today. Maybe even more, but that felt as if it were too much to even dream about.

Terry was happy about everything they did together, and he wasn't going to spoil that by being greedy. Tanya finally opened her eyes, but she still didn't seem to be fully awake. Grinning, he moved in so close their eyes were just a couple of inches apart. She smiled drowsily, a smile that widened until she suddenly grabbed him and pulled him down towards her. He yelped as she rolled over to lie on top of him, then moaned as she kissed him. She made no effort to turn it into a deep kiss, so Terry took the initiative and pressed his tongue against her lips. She willingly let him in, and soon they were both purring happily while their minds disappeared into the kiss.

After a little while Terry was becoming aware of the fact that her breasts lay on his chest, and he could feel that she was half sitting just below his crotch. His erection was poking into her soft belly fur, and he realised that he was just a little bit away from...

He blushed. It would only take a slight move downwards, then a little push upwards, and...

Terry moaned into the kiss as his penis twitched with excitement. Surely, after all they had done so far, she wouldn't mind, would she? But he didn't dare to do it. Not yet, he told himself as he returned his attention to the kissing, letting his hands wander up and down her back. Not yet, but some day it would happen. Unless Tanya changed her mind about doing sexy stuff with him, it was bound to happen, and he could wait for it. At least part of me can, he thought with a slight giggle as he had to fight the urge to press himself up against his big sister. Just then, she broke the kiss and turned her head to look down at his throbbing boyhood. Terry blushed again, then broke into a fit of giggles, and Tanya joined in a second later.

"We'd better cool off a bit before we get breakfast started," she said, turning his giggles into squeals of laughter as she picked him up and flung him over her shoulder. "I didn't tell you that the pool isn't heated, did I? It's wonderfully chilly in the morning."

"Wha-? Oh no!"

Terry screamed all the way through the house and out onto the patio, pausing only to gulp down a last bit of air before he was drenched in freezing water. Once he reached the surface again, his howls had changed pitch to something more like birdcalls than any sounds a boy should make. Tanya was right behind him, and she grabbed him by the waist and spun him around. He drew a sharp breath through clattering teeth as he felt her fingers caress their way up the inside of his thigh.

"Did you cool down?" she purred into his ear as her hand reached his sac and sheath. "Yep, seems it worked."

"Not quite," Terry whispered back, reaching over to cup her breasts, letting his palms rub against her cold-stiffened nipples. "These are perkier than ever."

She gasped, then immediately started purring with pleasure, making Terry giggle. He ignored her disappointed growl as he pulled his hands back, only to wrap them around her neck instead. A hand slid around his back for support while another cupped his buttocks to hold him up, and he happily rubbed his muzzle against her neck.

"Got'cha back," he muttered, feeling the hug tighten. "Can we eat now?"

* * * * * *

They spent the rest of that day in the attic, except for a brief lunch break, going through Terry's boxes. Many of his old playthings went back to storage, as he felt that he was too old for them, yet didn't have the heart to part with them for good. Some of the things he didn't want anymore went into a box that Tanya suggested he could give to a children's hospital or an orphanage, a suggestion that he readily agreed to. But most of it ended up in a pile on the floor; a pile that took them most of the afternoon to clean up and bring downstairs. By the time their bellies were beginning to demand supper, though, everything was neatly squared away in Terry's room, and he was beaming with such joy that Tanya caught herself wondering if Winter Feast had already arrived, and the boy was eyeing the large stack of presents she would no doubt get him.

It was getting a bit late for cooking, so Tanya sent her baby brother off to the upstairs bathroom for a quick shower, while she herself went downstairs. It felt good to get rid of the attic dust, and if she were to be perfectly honest with herself it was something of a relief to shower on her own. The hot water running down her body took with it a lot of tension. All during the day, she had had to fight the urge to crush Terry against her chest and drown him with kisses every time he got near her. She had also had to battle bravely against her own mounting arousal, every time they sat closely together as he showed her how this or that toy worked. But now she realised that the urgency she had felt before was gone. She couldn't help playing a little with herself as she thought about last night's events, but the screaming need for release was no longer there, so she let off well before climax. We have taken the next step, she told herself. There's no need to hurry anymore.

* * * * * *

Terry's mind was divided equally between the thoughts of his toys and the hopes for another restaurant visit, as he closed the bathroom door behind him and started slipping out of his clothes. He picked out a towel and placed it so he would easily find it after he had showered, then he made his usual gagging face as he pulled the pink curtain with the little hearts aside and stepped into the tub. Before he could turn on the water, however, he was stunned again by all the mirrors. As he had thought, it was a neat feeling to be able to watch his own naked body, and now that he was alone in there he took the time.

Giggling to himself, he struck pose after pose, each more silly than the previous. He especially enjoyed watching his own behind from behind, bending over and spreading his legs, raising his tail so that he could look at his butt crack. He reached back and touched his hole, remembering how nice it had felt when Tanya had done it the night before. That thought brought with it a full set of happy, sexy memories, and Terry felt a shudder run through his body. He stood back up, still rubbing his hole, and watched as the tip of his penis protruded from its sheath. Another shudder followed as he recalled the feeling of coming while Tanya was sucking it; a feeling so strong he had thought his heart would stop.

A new idea entered his mind, and he sat down on the edge of the tub. Bending his back as much as he possibly could, he could just reach far enough down his body to give the underside of his sheath a lick. He could even lick his balls, if he stretched his tongue out as far as it would go. The sheer naughtiness of it made him laugh. Shivering with excitement, he slowly ran his tongue up until it reached the base of his now fully hard penis. It twitched at the touch, sending a shudder of pleasure up his spine.

"Damn," he muttered to himself as he gave it another lick. "I can really do it."

Using one hand to support himself and the other to play with his sac, Terry licked his way up to his tip, then tentatively took it into his mouth. The feelings he got were nowhere near as strong as when Tanya had done it, but it was still better than anything else he'd ever felt. Well, he thought, maybe except for when she had let him touch her. He giggled around his shaft as he sucked it slowly, thinking about how it had felt to pleasure his sister. The taste of her nipples, the feeling of his fingers touching her sex. Without warning, his orgasm struck, catching him completely unawares. He could feel his penis throb and pulse inside his mouth, making him tingle and shiver all over.

Once he was done coming, he held on for a little while longer until he started shrinking, then he got up on wobbly knees to turn on the shower. Part of him wanted to do it all over again, but he managed to convince himself that one more time would surely kill him. He purred with delight as he stepped into the hot jets of water, then winced as some of it ran down across his now quite sore genitals. How could it feel good and hurt at the same time? How come it was both wonderful and scary without really being either? Terry's mind was beset by questions to which he had no answers, but it didn't take long before the warm water washed them all away. At least for now.

* * * * * *

Martin met up with them as soon as they stepped into the restaurant, smiling heartily. Tanya greeted him warmly and Terry gave him a shy smile and a little wave.

"Welcome, Miss Tanya, and you too, young Master Terence. My, you look like one happy boy tonight."

"I am." He grinned, leaning closer to Tanya. "I've got the best sister in the world taking care of me now."

"What a sweet thing to say." He escorted them to their table and held out their chairs as they sat down. "And I take it for granted that Miss Tanya doesn't mind having a little brother to look after again?"

"Not for one second." Tanya turned to Terry and was almost blinded by his happy grin. "He's such a wonder."

"You should know, Master Terence, that your sister was practically inconsolable from time to time, after your departure. She really did miss you terribly."

"I missed her too, but that's all right now." Terry reached up and wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, and Tanya felt a tug at her heartstrings. How she loved him! "I'm home now."

They placed their orders and got their drinks, and as they were waiting for the food to arrive, Tanya leaned across the table to kiss her little brother's cheek. She had to fight back a teasing grin as he looked around, blushing slightly.

"That was just a little kiss for my sweet bro," she whispered into his ear, giving it a quick lick just for good measure. "You'll get a better one when we get home."

"Thanks," he whispered back, smiling shyly as he reached up to brush his fingers against her cheek. "So will you."

Terry looked around again as she sat back down, but as Tanya stole a quick glance at the other customers, she could only see happy faces. Many of the people in there knew her, and knew about the painful divorce, and as far as they, or indeed anyone, were concerned she had all the rights in the world to kiss this boy. She watched as Terry slowly ran a finger over the spot where she had kissed him, then brought it to his mouth to give it a brief lick. All the while, he had a look of pure mischief on his face. Tanya felt a stirring inside her chest. The meaning of the gesture could not be misunderstood; he was kissing her back, and properly this time.

If they had been at home, she would have pounced him right then and there, to crush him with hugs and smother him with kisses. But instead, she took a long sip of her drink, ending it by licking her lips slightly longer than she needed to. Terry blushed and looked down underneath the table, and she grinned at him as she understood that it had affected him just the way she had meant.

"Gotcha," she whispered just loud enough for him to hear. "Sweetie."

This kept up while they ate; these little games of silliness and innuendo, of teasing and flirting, and by the time Tanya had paid the bill and they were about to leave, they were both quite flustered. Martin escorted them to the door, telling them how nice it had been to see them and how he hoped to see them soon again. Tanya noticed how Terry's replies, while still polite, seemed a bit distant. As if the boy was focusing his mind inwards. He was trying but not really succeeding, she deduced with a slight smile, to keep the front of his trousers from protruding.

The cool evening air did calm down the worst of her own arousal, but as they walked along the near-empty streets she noticed that Terry's situation seemed to get worse with every step. For a brief moment, she considered dragging him down some dark side-street and help him out, but the danger of discovery was not worth it. Better to wait until they were back in their bedroom, naked and alone and ready for more fun.

At the front door, however, Terry yawned widely, and Tanya found it extremely contagious. By the time they had changed out of their best clothes, they really only had enough strength left to brush their teeth and hop into bed. Even undressing next to Terry and watching as he crawled in underneath the comforter, naked as a jaybird and completely rid of his shyness, wasn't enough to stir any erotic feelings. Instead, she joined him as quickly as she could, and they were both asleep just a few minutes after she had turned out the light.

* * * * * *

During the night, Terry dreamed of his mother. He couldn't quite recall the dream, but it left him with mixed feelings of dread and grief. At first, she had been packing his suitcase, telling him he could no longer stay with Tanya, but later on she had been packing for herself saying that she would have to leave him forever. Realising that he would be left all alone, Terry's dream-self had run somewhere to hide from everything, had run until his lungs burned and his legs were all but ready to give up on him. He had stopped when he reached a place where, he knew in the dream, he would always be alone and where nobody could ever come along who would hurt him by leaving again. There, his memories began to blur.

He awoke with a start, but when he tried to sit up he found that he was being held back by a red-furred arm. Terry gasped, but as he did his nostrils filled with a now-familiar scent. Tanya! So it had all just been a dream. He sighed, shivering as he was flooded with relief. She was really there, and she would really care for him from now on. Taking care not to wake her up, he eased his way out of her embrace and sat up. The sun had just barely parted with the horizon, and Tanya's clock radio showed 6:30. Too early to get up, but Terry couldn't lie still anymore. He buried his face in his hands, finding that he could no longer keep his tears back. Dreaming about his mother had brought back those feelings of sadness that he had all but forgotten during the last couple of days, and dreaming about losing Tanya again had been even worse.

"P-please," he whispered in between sobs. "Please l-let me stay with you. I don't ever wanna leave."

He stayed there for quite a long while, crying quietly as he tried to forget his bad dream. It wasn't easy, even though he knew that Tanya wouldn't abandon him. She had said it so many times, and she loved him, loved him more than he had ever thought possible. But still there was that nagging bit of doubt in the back of his head, that he hadn't done anything to deserve such good fortune. What had he done that justified Tanya's love for him? Was being her baby brother enough? Well, now that he thought about it, wasn't the reason he loved her back that she was his sister? Not only, he deduced. She was so kind, so sweet, so beautiful and so very sexy.

This last thought made a soft giggle creep in among his sobs. He turned around to look at the sleeping Tanya, and the sight of her made his crying abate. No worries there; his big sister was the epitome of calmness and relaxation. If she dreamed anything at all at the moment, it must have been a happy dream, because there was a hint of a smile on her lips. Terry resisted kissing those full, inviting red lips, and he even resisted reaching out for her exposed breasts. He could see her nipples through her fur, and he involuntarily licked his lips as he recalled how they had felt in his mouth. How he longed to lie down beside her and suck them again. Meanwhile he could let his hand slip down to her sex, maybe to wake her up with an orgasm...

He grinned, toying absent-mindedly with his suddenly very erect penis. He pulled the foreskin back completely, then leaned down and gave the tip a kiss. It twitched in his hand, making him bite back a giggle as he started licking it all over. But his back was a bit stiff after sleep, so he soon had to sit up straight, leaving the quest for pleasure to his hands. He lay down next to Tanya, smiling as her arm found its way across his chest as soon as his hip touched her stomach. She pulled him closer, and now her breasts lay pressed against his right arm. To keep from waking her up, he switched to masturbating with his left hand, and even though he wasn't as good with it, he soon felt the first stirrings of orgasm approach. He did his best to stay still as he climaxed, closing his lips tightly to keep back moans and squeals of joy. Afterwards he just lay there panting, tongue lolling out of the corner of his silly grin.

"No fair." The sudden voice made him start, enticing a bout of laughter from Tanya. "You're having fun without me!"

"I... I thought you were asleep."

"I was. But I woke up just in time to watch you come." She purred, stroking his stomach fur just above the tip of his sheath. "You're so cute."

"Thanks, Tanya. So are you."

He ran a hand up and down her side, from her buttock to just below her breast, making her purring deepen into something akin to a growl. If I don't watch it she'll eat me, he thought to himself, then giggled as he realised that that might not be too bad an idea. She tilted her head to ask him to share the joke, but his only reply was to lick the tip of her nose. They hugged tightly, but when Tanya nuzzled him she froze, sniffing his cheek.

"Baby, have you been crying." He nodded meekly. "What's wrong."

Suddenly, Terry had to fight back new tears as the memory of his dream returned with full force. Tanya sat up and leaned over him, rubbing his chest and trying to soothe him. Thankfully he managed to not start crying again, but he still didn't trust his voice enough to speak. Tanya laid her head down on his chest while her hand reached up and caressed his face. He was thankful that she said nothing, but waited for him to compose himself. He took a couple of deep breaths while his hand found its way onto her stomach. She hummed with pleasure as he scratched her just above her navel.

"I had a dream..." he began, his voice low. "About... about mom. She... she made me leave again. And then she was gone too and I was all alone..."

"My poor baby," Tanya whispered. She sat up and pulled him into her lap, using her fingers to wipe away the fresh tears that were rolling down his cheeks. "I promise you, you won't be alone again. I'll be with you for as long as you like. I'd like to be with you forever, if you want that."

"Really?" Terry looked straight into her eyes, and the love he saw there stopped his crying at once. He giggled. "Tanya, are you proposing to me?"

"Yes."

Terry swallowed hard, feeling his heart race and his cheeks burn. He kept staring right into her large, green windows of the soul, waiting for her to laugh or giggle to announce the joke. But all he saw was sincerity. Her eyes were a bit more moist than usual, as if she were on the verge of tears, too, and her smile was a slightly nervous one. This is real, he thought, quenching a slight bout of panic that stirred within him, forcing himself to calm down. She really wanted him to stay with her forever. Not just as a baby brother to take care of, but as... something more.

"Wow," was all he could think of to say. "Tanya, oh..."

"We can't get married," she whispered, cupping his chin and bringing his muzzle closer to hers. "But I still want to be with you. In all ways, for always."

"I want that, too." He smiled warmly, but when she tried to kiss him his smiled changed into a wicked grin, and he dodged her lips. "Shouldn't a good wife be cooking her husband breakfast by now?"

"No," she growled as he leaped out of bed before she could grab him. "She should be spanking his bottom purple!"

"Eep!"

* * * * * *

Terry was half giggling, half screaming as Tanya carried him into the kitchen, tickling his sides as she went. It hadn't taken her long to catch him, and even though his bottom certainly wasn't bruised, she had still landed a couple of good swats on it. She put him down right next to the stove, and before he could bolt again she tied an apron onto him, spanking his naked butt gently a couple more times before she turned to leave.

"Good wife, my arse!" she said with a snort, pretending not to hear the subdued sniggering coming from behind her. "Now you be a good wife and cook breakfast while I have a nice, long shower."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, saluting her. "Please enjoy your shower, ma'am."

She watched his eyes take in her naked form once more, then he turned and walked over to the fridge. He started humming some wordless melody while he bent over to rummage through it, raising his tail and wagging his hips in tune, and Tanya felt sure that he was showing off for her. Where had the shy little kit who stole her heart before she had even led him into the house gone, and where had her baby brother found such cheek? Or cheeks, she thought with a grin, battling off the urge to run up to him and grab his sweet swaying buttocks.

Instead, she left the kitchen and made her way back to the bathroom that was theirs now, no longer just hers. While the hot water flattened her fur and soaked her right down to the skin, Tanya started thinking about what to do with the day. It was Sunday, so there was no mail. She had hoped to have her biggest surprise yet for Terry completed even before his arrival, but things had taken longer than anybody had expected. Still, all was just about finished; all she needed now was the letter confirming everything.

After seeing how down Terry had looked that morning, after his bad dream, she really ached to make him happy. But she still had to wait for at least one more day, and patience had never been one of her favourite virtues. Maybe they could spend the day in the playroom smooching, or perhaps in bed going even further. No, she decided while she started soaping up. Planning the sex seemed like a bad idea; better to let it happen naturally. She was still mulling things over when there was a light tap on the bathroom door, and Terry's grinning face peered in. Somewhere, she had absolutely no idea where, he had found a maid's cap and tied it to his head, and the sight made her laugh. Her giggles died down, though when she saw him eyeing her up and down. It was his turn to chuckle now as she played shy, and did a deliberately poor job of covering up her naughty bits.

"Breakfast will be ready in five minutes, ma‘am."

"Thanks, baby. I'll be right out." She blew him a kiss, and he blushed slightly. "What are we having?"

"Come see for yourself, love."

She opened her mouth to reply, but the words froze in her throat as a surge of joy went through her. Hearing him call her love went straight to her heart, and she felt her pulse quickening. Before she could do or say anything, though, he was gone and the door was closed. She rinsed off quickly, then towelled herself dry as fast as she could. Slipping into her casual clothes, she stopped to brush her hair and face fur before walking briskly to the kitchen.

Terry was still dressed in nothing but the apron and the maid's cap when she entered, smiling at her as she sniffed the air, detecting bacon and eggs. No, not eggs, she decided. Omelette. She licked her lips, then sat down at the laid table. Terry gave her a quick hug, then served her a more than generous helping. She tasted the omelette, and was only mildly surprised to find that it tasted great. While she tried a slice of crispy bacon, Terry poured her a large glass of orange juice, then he took off the apron, hanging it over the back of a chair before he went to stand next to her. She stole a quick glance at where the tip of his penis was poking out of its sheath, and was just about to ask him to sit down to eat when she noticed the odd way the table was set.

"Only one plate?"

Terry nodded shyly and inched closer to her, and she took the hint. Leaning back to make room for him, she patted her thigh. With a squeal of joy, Terry slipped into her lap and snuggled up against her chest. She held him with her free arm, while she loaded the fork with omelette and bacon and brought it to his mouth. He opened up and let her feed him, and that was how they finished their breakfast. Tanya found the whole thing touching, and if she were honest also quite silly, but she played her part and made sure to fill up his little stomach in between her own mouthfuls.

Helping Terry to drink orange juice turned out to be a messy affair, and once they were done she ordered him to hit the shower. She watched his swaying tail as he sped off, then turned to load the dishwasher, humming the same melody Terry had sung while cooking. Before long, though, she was interrupted by a shrill cry, which almost made her drop the plate she was holding. It was coming from her bathroom, and it was a cry of fear.

To be continued