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This is is a softcore furry novella about a freshman in high school and his best friend's older sister, who is a senior in the same school. This chronicles the events of our protagonist, Ethan, who is being teased in a very sexual manner by Sharina, the older sister. Each night after one of his pseudo-sexual encounters with Sharina, Ethan has an explicit dream about her. The question is: will he ever be able to have an explicit encounter with this intimidating, and very attractive older girl anywhere other than in his dreams? Or will he be forced to accept the limited pleasures and remain in a world of fantasy? Read on to find out.

This is technically chapter two. If you enjoy it, I highly suggest going back to read chapter one and watching my profile to stay posted for further chapters! (This particular chapter has an alternate ending that involves omorashi; you can find it and the link to the associated omorashi picture on my profile.)", "writing": "\t“Dude, she keeps piling on homework. She gives us one assignment on the board everyday, but like, she randomly piles on this other stuff right before class ends, too. I'm getting sick of it.” Anthony shifted sideways and put a leg over the armrest of the old recliner.\n\t“Yeah, that sounds annoying.” \n\t“Yeah, it's like, dealing with her and then having to do a bunch of math problems from Whitaker everyday.... Every. Day. It isn't even fair; I don't get why all these teachers give so much homework. Maybe they're conspiring against us or something.”\n\t“Maybe you're being taught by the Russians.” I rested my legs on the table in front of me. \n\t“I wouldn't be surprised! Somebody seriously needs to contact the U.N. about this. Maybe get some sanctions issued or something....”\n\tThe door connecting the garage to the house opened. Anthony's sister, Sharina, walked in. She glanced at us in her usual, blasé way, as if we were only slightly more interesting than dirt on the ground. We both went silent for a moment, but otherwise ignored her as she moved toward the laundry room.\n\tAt least Anthony did.\n\tI pretended to ignore her. I said nothing, kept my expression static, and even shifted a bit on the couch, as if I were making a statement of just how undisturbed I was by her presence. Yet my eyes went to her like a wolf's to its prey.\n\tI'd been mislead by our first promiscuous encounter several weeks prior, both by her strange actions and by her brother's complaining. She walked around in her underwear and in the nude far less often than I'd been led to believe, and it turned out her usual attire when at home relaxing were thin, cotton running shorts. The sort that covered just enough to be considered shorts and were just loose enough to avoid being classified as underwear.\n\tShe would strut around as if oblivious to the fact ninety percent of her legs were practically on display, and would even wear them in lieu of jeans sometimes when she went out with friends or to school.\n\tIn this particular case, she was wearing a pair I'd never seen before. They were midnight blue with stars and crescent moons reaching all around; a bizarre design when compared to the sleek set up of her usual shorts, which were each a solid color with white trim along the hems and up toward the pockets.\n\tAnother peculiar thing about this pair of shorts—a detail I am sure only my eyes would catch in the few seconds I could see her in motion—were that they shifted more intensely with each step. This meant that compared to her usual shorts, these were either shorter, tighter, or a bit of both.\n\tWhen she disappeared into the laundry room, I turned away, both casually and quickly, facing straight ahead just before Anthony caught me ogling.\n\t“But yeah, Mrs. Stanley is killing me. I really wish I would have gotten Deerhue or something.”\n\t“Yeah, Deerhue is the easiest. He practically never gives any homework at all. And he is funny as hell, too.”\n\t“I've only talked to him a couple times, but from what I've seen he's pretty great.” Anthony sighed. “Then again, compared to Stanley, just about anybody would be great.”\n\t“Deerhue [i]is[/i] great.” Shirina's voice echoed from the laundry room. “You don't know what you're missing.”\n\t“You had Deerhue, too?” I looked toward the doorless opening to the laundry room, hoping to see her body bound into view.\n\t“Yeah, he was one of my favorite classes. He was always telling stories instead of teaching us anything.”\n\t“Yeah,” I laughed, “that sounds like him.”\n\t“Wow,” Anthony rested his head in his hand. “You guys are lucky. Stanley is the [i]worst[/i].”\n\t“Everyone hated Stanley when I was a freshman. Thankfully, she doesn't teach any higher classes. For babies only.”\n\tAnthony frowned. Several moments of silence passed before I spoke up.\n\t“Does that mean you're in her class, then?”\n\tAnthony immediately began to cackle. If he ever spoke back to Sharina, he'd have to deal with her 'wrath.' I personally found her terrifying myself, but as a guest I could afford the occasional witticism at her expense.\n\tSeveral moments of silence passed with no response. Anthony shrugged, but I could see worry in his expression. I made an equally worried motion with my lips. \n\t“Anyway,” I finally said after about ten seconds of silence. “Mrs. Stanley might be terrible, but she isn't the worst. She is no Koegler. Koegler was the devil.”\n\t“I didn't have Koegler—thankfully--but I heard very bad things.”\n\t“Yeah, he was terrible. He wouldn't ever let anyone talk, he was always giving people detentions, and he wouldn't let anyone go to the bathroom, either.”\n\tSharina exited the laundry room and headed toward me. I was sitting at the far end of the couch, my legs still reclined on the table. Without a word, she laid down on the couch and draped her legs over my lap. She kicked my hands off the armrest and claimed the spot for her feet.\n\tThere was silence in the garage. I looked over at Anthony and saw him looking at his sister. He looked up at me in confusion.\n\t“What are you doing?” There was an irritated twinge to his voice.\n\t“Nothing.” She scooted closer to me. Her groin pressed against my side and her feet now extended off the side of the couch.\n\t“...Seriously?”\n\tI chanced a glance at her. She stared down at her feet and acted as if I were a part of the furniture. Her tail draped off the side of the couch and swayed back and forth in an astonishingly casual manner. \n\t“Um, okay, then.”\n \tContinuing to ignore her brother, she shifted again, rubbing her groin against my side, before lifting her pelvis up and scooting further, resting her butt on my lap. 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She was still staring down toward her feet, but when I looked over, she met my eyes.\n\t“I'm uncomfortable.” She shifted again, practically grinding her nearly bare bottom into my lap.\n\t“You're... uncomfortable?”\n\t“Yes.” Again, she shifted, though somewhat differently this time. “I have to pee.”\n\tThat string of words triggered something in me, and before I realized what I was doing, I had flagrantly begun to stare at her groin. The boxers weren't tight like panties or briefs, but I could see a point between her legs where the fabric met her flesh and flattened out. Along the side of her legs, there was a small opening that terminated in black, presumably at her fur. \n\tI only ogled her for second, knowing she was watching me, knowing Anthony was watching me. I forced my eyes to retreat, but not before running up the entirety of her sleek legs one more time.\n\t“Then go pee.” Anthony jumped into the discussion, the irritation more prevalent in his voice.\n\t“No, not yet.” She shifted again, going another inch forward, now slightly past my lap. “Unless Ethan wants me to get off.” She looked over at me again.\n\t“Uh, I'm alright like this.”\n\t“I thought so.”\n\t“Tch!” Anthony crossed his arms.\n\tI attempted to keep my eyes off of her. Not out of any sort of modesty, but out of a sense of embarrassment. Yet they moved on their own, periodically coming back to the female form before me.\n\tI looked over at her belly and noticed her shirt had rode up, and saw the very sensual white fur that comprised her torso poking through. I imagined myself reaching out and touching it, and I wondered what she would have done. I thought myself strange for thinking of that of all things, when I could have reasonably imagined myself touching any part of her.\n\tIt just looked so soft and with it, she looked so vulnerable. I believed that if I'd grabbed the fat of her thighs or reached down and squeezed her butt it would have elicited surprise and mild outrage; however, if I were to reach forward and stroke the silky white fur of her stomach, she would melt in my hands and the rest would follow suit.\n\tThis time, I was the one who shifted uncomfortably. Her groin was inches from mine and her warmth emanated through my pants. So much of her body lay before me, exposed, and she kept [i]shifting[/i], grinding herself into me. Despite the suddenness of the event and my intense shyness as a result of it, I felt myself reacting physically. \n\tThe head of my member rose and pressed against the top of my jeans. Could she feel it? I tried to relax myself, but the intense arousal caused me to frequently tighten, which pressed my penis against her butt. The first few times she remained still, but after a couple of involuntary flexations, she started to react.\n\tWhenever my lower body tightened, she squirmed, nearly imperceptibly, but just enough so that I could feel it. She'd sometimes look over at me and press down on my groin with her butt, and each time I'd see a small lift disrupt the sway of her tail. I enjoyed the fact Anthony might notice the tail motion, but would forever be ignorant to what it meant.\n\tI realized in that moment that my previous description of her as the prey and myself as the wolf had been a great error. \n\tBut, there were worse ways to go out.\n\tSharina looked over at me and I reflexively met her gaze.\n\t“I better go pee.”\n\tAnd with that, she rolled off me, got to her feet, then left the room.\n\tHer tail had been nearly still and her expression had expressed little more than her usual, blasé attitude.\n\t“What the fuck....” Anthony looked over at me.\n\t“I have no idea.”\n\t“Dude, she is nuts.”\n\t“Yeah, well,” I chuckled. “If that's nuts, she is free to be as crazy around me as she wants.”\n\t“Tch. Come on with that, man.”\n\t“Can you blame me?”\n\t“Yes, I can blame you. How are you going to [i]let[/i] her stay there?”\n\tI shrugged. “You mean you wouldn't have done the same?”\n\t“No!” He looked at me like I was crazy. “Of course not! 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My hips reacted and I pressed my member against her butt. She reacted along with me and writhed on the spot, rubbing her bottom against me in return.\n\tMy hand slid up her leg and I dragged her boxers up as far as they would go on one-side, revealing the crevice between her thigh and groin. I slipped free of the boxers and kept going, further up to her stomach, to the area that I wanted to touch more than any other.\n\tI rubbed my hand on the white fur of her stomach and my body quivered with pleasure. Her eyes closed and she arched her hips upwards with physical delight. I saw her lips spread an inch as a moan slipped out.\n\tI kept sliding up, keeping my hand beneath her shirt as I went. I wrapped my hand around her breast and felt a soft, squishy sensation—exactly how I had always imagined they would feel. Her nipples pressed hard into my palm and her hips gyrated in a circular motion, rubbing against my dick as they moved.\n\tI pulled my hand away and brought my face down to her thigh. I kissed the top and slid inward. My face grew hot as she spread her legs, as I got nearer her groin. When I tried to look up her boxers, all I saw was black. At first I thought it was her fur, but this black seemed darker, more mysterious, more desireable. \n\tThe pleasure around my groin intensified. I was filled with an uncontrollable desire to lick her, even if had to rip the boxers out of my way and leap forward. I found myself positioned between her legs, looking up at her; I could see her face past the mounds of her breasts. She peered down at me, a strange, yet undeniably characteristic blasé in her expression.\n\tI slipped my hands beneath her and pulled my palms against her butt. Her facial expression did not change, but in some unspeakable way, it now showed of pleasure, and I could sense the coo undoubtedly slipping from her throat. I pulled my hands back, attempting to slide the boxers down with them, but my fingers went limp.\n\tI reached up, grabbed the boxers. I tried to tug them down, but they wouldn't move. I could see the material bulging from my fingers beneath, but my hands would not respond. I felt the sensation of my hands coming back to me, but they remained still.\n\tThe sensation in my groin reached an apex. Everything started to fade and turn to black. I felt overwhelming desire to see her free of her underwear, a fervent, driving obsession. \n\tMy eyes opened.\n\tI reached down and felt my crotch. I'd had another wet dream about her. I sighed heavily and let my hand fall back by my side.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\t“Dude, she keeps piling on homework. She gives us one assignment on the board everyday, but like, she randomly piles on this other stuff right before class ends, too. I'm getting sick of it.” Anthony shifted sideways and put a leg over the armrest of the old recliner.
\t“Yeah, that sounds annoying.”
\t“Yeah, it's like, dealing with her and then having to do a bunch of math problems from Whitaker everyday.... Every. Day. It isn't even fair; I don't get why all these teachers give so much homework. Maybe they're conspiring against us or something.”
\t“Maybe you're being taught by the Russians.” I rested my legs on the table in front of me.
\t“I wouldn't be surprised! Somebody seriously needs to contact the U.N. about this. Maybe get some sanctions issued or something....”
\tThe door connecting the garage to the house opened. Anthony's sister, Sharina, walked in. She glanced at us in her usual, blasé way, as if we were only slightly more interesting than dirt on the ground. We both went silent for a moment, but otherwise ignored her as she moved toward the laundry room.
\tAt least Anthony did.
\tI pretended to ignore her. I said nothing, kept my expression static, and even shifted a bit on the couch, as if I were making a statement of just how undisturbed I was by her presence. Yet my eyes went to her like a wolf's to its prey.
\tI'd been mislead by our first promiscuous encounter several weeks prior, both by her strange actions and by her brother's complaining. She walked around in her underwear and in the nude far less often than I'd been led to believe, and it turned out her usual attire when at home relaxing were thin, cotton running shorts. The sort that covered just enough to be considered shorts and were just loose enough to avoid being classified as underwear.
\tShe would strut around as if oblivious to the fact ninety percent of her legs were practically on display, and would even wear them in lieu of jeans sometimes when she went out with friends or to school.
\tIn this particular case, she was wearing a pair I'd never seen before. They were midnight blue with stars and crescent moons reaching all around; a bizarre design when compared to the sleek set up of her usual shorts, which were each a solid color with white trim along the hems and up toward the pockets.
\tAnother peculiar thing about this pair of shorts—a detail I am sure only my eyes would catch in the few seconds I could see her in motion—were that they shifted more intensely with each step. This meant that compared to her usual shorts, these were either shorter, tighter, or a bit of both.
\tWhen she disappeared into the laundry room, I turned away, both casually and quickly, facing straight ahead just before Anthony caught me ogling.
\t“But yeah, Mrs. Stanley is killing me. I really wish I would have gotten Deerhue or something.”
\t“Yeah, Deerhue is the easiest. He practically never gives any homework at all. And he is funny as hell, too.”
\t“I've only talked to him a couple times, but from what I've seen he's pretty great.” Anthony sighed. “Then again, compared to Stanley, just about anybody would be great.”
\t“Deerhue is great.” Shirina's voice echoed from the laundry room. “You don't know what you're missing.”
\t“You had Deerhue, too?” I looked toward the doorless opening to the laundry room, hoping to see her body bound into view.
\t“Yeah, he was one of my favorite classes. He was always telling stories instead of teaching us anything.”
\t“Yeah,” I laughed, “that sounds like him.”
\t“Wow,” Anthony rested his head in his hand. “You guys are lucky. Stanley is the worst.”
\t“Everyone hated Stanley when I was a freshman. Thankfully, she doesn't teach any higher classes. For babies only.”
\tAnthony frowned. Several moments of silence passed before I spoke up.
\t“Does that mean you're in her class, then?”
\tAnthony immediately began to cackle. If he ever spoke back to Sharina, he'd have to deal with her 'wrath.' I personally found her terrifying myself, but as a guest I could afford the occasional witticism at her expense.
\tSeveral moments of silence passed with no response. Anthony shrugged, but I could see worry in his expression. I made an equally worried motion with my lips.
\t“Anyway,” I finally said after about ten seconds of silence. “Mrs. Stanley might be terrible, but she isn't the worst. She is no Koegler. Koegler was the devil.”
\t“I didn't have Koegler—thankfully--but I heard very bad things.”
\t“Yeah, he was terrible. He wouldn't ever let anyone talk, he was always giving people detentions, and he wouldn't let anyone go to the bathroom, either.”
\tSharina exited the laundry room and headed toward me. I was sitting at the far end of the couch, my legs still reclined on the table. Without a word, she laid down on the couch and draped her legs over my lap. She kicked my hands off the armrest and claimed the spot for her feet.
\tThere was silence in the garage. I looked over at Anthony and saw him looking at his sister. He looked up at me in confusion.
\t“What are you doing?” There was an irritated twinge to his voice.
\t“Nothing.” She scooted closer to me. Her groin pressed against my side and her feet now extended off the side of the couch.
\t“...Seriously?”
\tI chanced a glance at her. She stared down at her feet and acted as if I were a part of the furniture. Her tail draped off the side of the couch and swayed back and forth in an astonishingly casual manner.
\t“Um, okay, then.”
 \tContinuing to ignore her brother, she shifted again, rubbing her groin against my side, before lifting her pelvis up and scooting further, resting her butt on my lap. She lifted her butt for a moment to readjust her boxers, and then let it fall back on my crotch with a plop.
\tI looked down at her groin and could tell I'd been wrong about the shorts—they were actually boxers, and remarkably thin ones at that.
\tI meditated on the situation, letting the thought sink in that, for reasons unknown and utterly unguessable, her groin was inches from my cock, and her exposed legs, coated in her silky black fur, were splayed out before me like a tray of appetizers at a party, so close I could reach out and sample the hors d'oeuvres.
\tThough, I did not dare touch or move, and I definitely did not fulfill some depraved dinner-party metaphor. Instead, I acted like a deer caught in headlights.
\tOn reflex, I chanced another glance at her. She was still staring down toward her feet, but when I looked over, she met my eyes.
\t“I'm uncomfortable.” She shifted again, practically grinding her nearly bare bottom into my lap.
\t“You're... uncomfortable?”
\t“Yes.” Again, she shifted, though somewhat differently this time. “I have to pee.”
\tThat string of words triggered something in me, and before I realized what I was doing, I had flagrantly begun to stare at her groin. The boxers weren't tight like panties or briefs, but I could see a point between her legs where the fabric met her flesh and flattened out. Along the side of her legs, there was a small opening that terminated in black, presumably at her fur.
\tI only ogled her for second, knowing she was watching me, knowing Anthony was watching me. I forced my eyes to retreat, but not before running up the entirety of her sleek legs one more time.
\t“Then go pee.” Anthony jumped into the discussion, the irritation more prevalent in his voice.
\t“No, not yet.” She shifted again, going another inch forward, now slightly past my lap. “Unless Ethan wants me to get off.” She looked over at me again.
\t“Uh, I'm alright like this.”
\t“I thought so.”
\t“Tch!” Anthony crossed his arms.
\tI attempted to keep my eyes off of her. Not out of any sort of modesty, but out of a sense of embarrassment. Yet they moved on their own, periodically coming back to the female form before me.
\tI looked over at her belly and noticed her shirt had rode up, and saw the very sensual white fur that comprised her torso poking through. I imagined myself reaching out and touching it, and I wondered what she would have done. I thought myself strange for thinking of that of all things, when I could have reasonably imagined myself touching any part of her.
\tIt just looked so soft and with it, she looked so vulnerable. I believed that if I'd grabbed the fat of her thighs or reached down and squeezed her butt it would have elicited surprise and mild outrage; however, if I were to reach forward and stroke the silky white fur of her stomach, she would melt in my hands and the rest would follow suit.
\tThis time, I was the one who shifted uncomfortably. Her groin was inches from mine and her warmth emanated through my pants. So much of her body lay before me, exposed, and she kept shifting, grinding herself into me. Despite the suddenness of the event and my intense shyness as a result of it, I felt myself reacting physically.
\tThe head of my member rose and pressed against the top of my jeans. Could she feel it? I tried to relax myself, but the intense arousal caused me to frequently tighten, which pressed my penis against her butt. The first few times she remained still, but after a couple of involuntary flexations, she started to react.
\tWhenever my lower body tightened, she squirmed, nearly imperceptibly, but just enough so that I could feel it. She'd sometimes look over at me and press down on my groin with her butt, and each time I'd see a small lift disrupt the sway of her tail. I enjoyed the fact Anthony might notice the tail motion, but would forever be ignorant to what it meant.
\tI realized in that moment that my previous description of her as the prey and myself as the wolf had been a great error.
\tBut, there were worse ways to go out.
\tSharina looked over at me and I reflexively met her gaze.
\t“I better go pee.”
\tAnd with that, she rolled off me, got to her feet, then left the room.
\tHer tail had been nearly still and her expression had expressed little more than her usual, blasé attitude.
\t“What the fuck....” Anthony looked over at me.
\t“I have no idea.”
\t“Dude, she is nuts.”
\t“Yeah, well,” I chuckled. “If that's nuts, she is free to be as crazy around me as she wants.”
\t“Tch. Come on with that, man.”
\t“Can you blame me?”
\t“Yes, I can blame you. How are you going to let her stay there?”
\tI shrugged. “You mean you wouldn't have done the same?”
\t“No!” He looked at me like I was crazy. “Of course not! She's my sister!”
\t“No, Anthony,” I laughed. “I mean with a hot girl, like, a different one.”
\t“I mean... that's different! ...She's my sister. It's weird enough just watching it happen.”
\t“You could've closed your eyes or something. I don't know.”
\tNot long after, we went back to his room to play some games, and the day finished with no more interruptions.
\tThat night, I went to bed thinking about my experience with Sharina, and fell asleep with her on my mind.

\tI was back in Anthony's garage, but Anthony was not present this time. I could feel something on my lap: warmth, weight, something soft pressing down. Pleasure radiated from my groin up my spine, and when I looked down to see the source, I found Sharina splayed out, shirt disheveled and boxers riding up on one side.
\tI rested my hand on her thigh and squeezed. Her thighs were almost squishy, and I could see the flesh as it bulged up in my hands, sending a strong sensation through my body. My hips reacted and I pressed my member against her butt. She reacted along with me and writhed on the spot, rubbing her bottom against me in return.
\tMy hand slid up her leg and I dragged her boxers up as far as they would go on one-side, revealing the crevice between her thigh and groin. I slipped free of the boxers and kept going, further up to her stomach, to the area that I wanted to touch more than any other.
\tI rubbed my hand on the white fur of her stomach and my body quivered with pleasure. Her eyes closed and she arched her hips upwards with physical delight. I saw her lips spread an inch as a moan slipped out.
\tI kept sliding up, keeping my hand beneath her shirt as I went. I wrapped my hand around her breast and felt a soft, squishy sensation—exactly how I had always imagined they would feel. Her nipples pressed hard into my palm and her hips gyrated in a circular motion, rubbing against my dick as they moved.
\tI pulled my hand away and brought my face down to her thigh. I kissed the top and slid inward. My face grew hot as she spread her legs, as I got nearer her groin. When I tried to look up her boxers, all I saw was black. At first I thought it was her fur, but this black seemed darker, more mysterious, more desireable.
\tThe pleasure around my groin intensified. I was filled with an uncontrollable desire to lick her, even if had to rip the boxers out of my way and leap forward. I found myself positioned between her legs, looking up at her; I could see her face past the mounds of her breasts. She peered down at me, a strange, yet undeniably characteristic blasé in her expression.
\tI slipped my hands beneath her and pulled my palms against her butt. Her facial expression did not change, but in some unspeakable way, it now showed of pleasure, and I could sense the coo undoubtedly slipping from her throat. I pulled my hands back, attempting to slide the boxers down with them, but my fingers went limp.
\tI reached up, grabbed the boxers. I tried to tug them down, but they wouldn't move. I could see the material bulging from my fingers beneath, but my hands would not respond. I felt the sensation of my hands coming back to me, but they remained still.
\tThe sensation in my groin reached an apex. Everything started to fade and turn to black. I felt overwhelming desire to see her free of her underwear, a fervent, driving obsession.
\tMy eyes opened.
\tI reached down and felt my crotch. I'd had another wet dream about her. I sighed heavily and let my hand fall back by my side.
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