[b]Sibling Cross-Play[/b]

Kylan and Nayeli had barely gotten the door open, returning from their classes for the day, when they were greeted by Diya’s cheer from the living-room: “Welcome home!”The little female Feline came practically skipping into the entry hall, latching onto her brother’s shirt with both fists, and shoved her lips against his in a needy kiss that surprised him almost as much as it did Nayeli. “How are you feeling, brother?” Diya purred with a sly look after breaking the kiss, “Did you have a good day?”

Kylan blinked at her again, his head tilting for a second, before his brain caught up with the transition from campus to home and finally picked up the cues his sister was giving him none-too-subtly. With a snicker, Kylan rubbed his nose against hers. “Yeah, it was a pretty good day, but I’m definitely glad to be home. Now what’s got you so happy... and does Nayeli want to hear about it?” he asked, subtly reminding her that they weren’t the only pair in the hall right now. The mood he was picking up from his sister was definitely the horny sort, which their taller housemate still wasn’t [i]entirely[/i] comfortable with. 

Diya giggled in understanding. “Probably not, though I don’t mind sharing if she does.”They both looked up at the Lioness in question... and she promptly gave them both a smile and an affectionate pat on the head. 

“Thank you, but if it’s something personal between you two, I’m just glad you’ve had a good day,” Nayeli promised, taking her things to the breakfast nook where she usually studied and greeting her mother in the kitchen as she past it. 

Diya let her get good and out of earshot before turning her sly smile back to Kylan.  “Sooo... a package I ordered a couple of weeks ago finally arrived today,” she explained quietly, tracing one finger down Kylan’s chest and tummy, “I was tempted to wrap it up as a present for Deep White... but I don’t want to wait that long.  How would you feel about a little cross-play tonight?” she asked with a grin.  

Her brother quirked a brow, tilting his head. “Cross-play?”

She nodded firmly, leaning in closer to whisper teasingly in his ear. “It’s a strapless dildo. I’m going to be the rude, crude, pushy boyfriend, and you can play the timid, submissive, near-helpless girlfriend I’m getting my way with.”The color rising in Kylan’s cheeks, and the sudden pounding of his pulse under her fingertips, told her exactly how that idea struck him without him having to say a word. Diya’s smile turned downright devilish. “That’s about what I thought. Now get upstairs and put some panties on that cute little tail,” she insisted, swatting his rump playfully to get him moving, “And the white shirt that pairs with my black one.”

Kylan swallowed, and thoughtlessly dropped his backback right behind the door to go scurrying up the stairs with Diya on his heels, to change into one of their themed outfits they used mostly to tease and arouse each other... 

It was only a few minutes later that Diya peeked her head around the corner of the kitchen, spotting the rest of the family just getting settled in around the dining table in the next room as Tuli prepared to serve dinner. The little Feline cleared her throat loudly to get their attention, still hiding everything except her head around the corner, where Kylan was also waiting next to the stairs leading up to the bedrooms. “Uh... so... Kylan and I kind of got ahead of ourselves,” she admitted sheepishly, “It’s just a game... but a rude one, and I thought we should warn you before we come to the table. We’ll knock it off and go change again if it makes you uncomfortable,” she promised, “But we’d kind of like to keep the flow going, if you can tolerate it.”

When their only response was curious looks, she motioned for Kylan to follow her, and they both stepped around the corner into plain sight. Kylan held his head low with a blush, and his hands behind his back, so that they could clearly see the clean white tee-shirt with flowery pastel script across the front spelling out “Daddy’s Little Slut”. The matching high-cut skirt underneath it flashed hints of his panties with each step he took, though not [i]quite[/i] enough for them to make out the “Business” stamped over the groin or the “Party” across his bottom, so long as he didn’t deliberately bend over. A thin red ribbon trailed from the pink, heart-studded choker around his neck down to Diya’s pocket like a leash, and a couple of flower-themed clips added a feminine touch to his hair. He’d even put on a subtle, pink shade of lipstick. 

In contrast, Diya’s black tee-shirt had “Bad Daddy” stamped in rough, blocky letters on the front, half-tucked into a baggy set of denim pants that looked deliberately cut down the thighs and across the knees, and frayed along practically every edge. The wider-than-necessary legs reached all the way to the floor with length to spare, hiding her feet entirely. There was a pronounced bulge behind the zipper that nearly exposed the waist-line of the boxers underneath, and a spike-studded collar and cuffs completed her “bad boy” look. She tried hard to pose with a smug confidence as the pair let the rest of their family take in the sight... and decide whether or not they could sit at the table with it. 

Sarahi covered her mouth with an obviously blush... but also seemed to be trying to hide a grin. Tuli made no such effort, but also made no comment. Neither of the little twins bothered to look at Oro, fully expecting his disgust, but fixed uncertain looks on Nayeli as the real crux of the question here. 

The Lioness rubbed her bright pink cheeks with a sigh. “I would appreciate it,” she began slowly, “If we could all be respectful to each other at the table. That said, you don’t need to change, and so long as nobody is [i]actually[/i] being belittled here, I won’t complain about anything else.”

Beaming a grateful smile, Diya gave Kylan a firm swat on the rump, staggering him a step toward the table with a yelp. “See? Told ya it’d be fine!” she declared in the deepest voice she could convincingly manage, “Now get that tight tail to the table, you pretty little—”She caught herself before the next word got out, cleared her throat, and returned to her natural voice. “Eh, no, I’ll drop the act over dinner actually. ‘Disrespectful’ is kind of the theme of this game. Thanks for putting up with the rest,” she added more sincerely with a little bow toward Nayeli in particular, then quickly added an apologetic rub to Kylan’s butt. “Sorry about that.”

Kylan broke his embarrassed look for a second to giggle, swinging his hips to flip the sides of the skirt a couple of times. “It’s alright. If I didn’t like the game, we wouldn’t play,” he said, more to reassure Nayeli than his sister. 

Oro scoffed and rolled his eyes as the pair finally and fully came to the table, and Kylan took the seat across from the Rabbit. “Ehe... so, entirely [i]un[/i]appealing, or a little [i]too[/i] appealing for comfort?” the little Feline asked at Oro’s scowl, trying to smooth the hopelessly short skirt across his thighs. It was a futile gesture, of course. The length was deliberately chosen to show off the panties to anyone who could see the general level of his legs when he sat down, or to the entire room if he bent over. 

The Rabbit sneered, and opened his mouth to answer... then gave a sideways look to Nayeli and seemed to reconsider. “A lot closer to the first one,” he growled at last, and let it go at that. 

On Nayeli’s other side, Sarahi giggled, fanning her burning cheeks with her hand. “I’m getting a lot of second-hand embarrassment over here,” she admitted with a grin, “But I also get the appeal. It’s kind of like my infatuation with dirty-talk, isn’t it?”

Diya grinned, and nodded. “Probably,” she agreed, then thanked Tuli as the Lioness handed them each a plate with a home-made hamburger and pile of seasoned potatoes, “We’d wear this kind of thing around home sometimes, but it was easier to keep out of Mom and Dad’s sight in that house.”

Nayeli shook her head, pausing before she got the first bite of burger into her mouth. “I don’t mean to say that what goes on in the bedroom should be brought to the living-room,” she explained quietly, “But I would be much happier if you did [i]not[/i] feel like you have to hide anything you enjoy from us. I want us to be comfortable being honest with each other, even about personal things.”

A tingle ran up Diya’s spine that had nothing to do with her arousal. “Gods forgotten,” she sighed quietly, “I never meant to be part of your family... but it’s super nice to be part of your family.”

Nayeli blushed for different reasons now, and Tuli reached over to pat Diya’s denim-covered thigh. Then the older Lioness asked with a bemused smile, “Not to be nosey, but where do you [i]get[/i] these things, anyway? I’ve heard of designs like this, but it’s my first time actually seeing one worn.”

Diya giggled, flashing a grin. “Looking to add a few to your wardrobe?”

Tuli giggled right back, shaking her head as Nayeli gave her a shocked look, “No. A couple of my regulars would have enjoyed it, I don’t doubt, but Owl Eyes maintained a more dignified air. I guess I’m just surprised by the thought that there’s an adult novelties shop around this town that would carry them. But you probably order them online, don’t you?” Tuli admitted. 

Kylan nodded, but it was Diya that explained, “Yeah, pretty much any ‘adult’ purchase we make is online. Just walking through the door of a novelties shop would be a hassle for us,” she admitted with a bit of a sigh, and not the pleasant kind this time. She gestured over the very subtle swell of her breasts, completely invisible under the simple tee-shirt, with a grimace. “It’s not even our size that’s the real problem. It’s the whole... ‘underdeveloped’ part of our condition.”The twins were actually well within the standard range of height and weight for a number of Rodent Kinships, and both Canines and Felines were known to vary widely in their body-types... but adults of both kinds tended to be recognizable by clear facial definitions and larger ears or noses, both of which were lacking in the little siblings. Females, in particular, could be readily picked out by their “assets” most of the time. “Sometimes I catch myself looking forward to the day I actually start to get some wrinkles.”

Tuli quickly leaned over to give her a hug. “Oh, dear, I was just making small-talk. I’m sorry,” she said softly and sincerely, “I didn’t mean to imply anything about the way you look, or to spoil the mood.”

The smaller feline returned the hug genuinely, with the faint beginnings of a purr, reassuring the older Lioness that she hadn’t crossed any egregious lines. On Diya’s other side, Kylan chuckled, “It’s okay. Upsetting her a little might actually be good for this little game,” he added, twirling the ribbon dangling from his collar with a giggle before leaning in close and lifting his voice into the smooth alto he used when playing at being female, “Isn’t that so, sweetheart?”

Still wrapped in Tuli’s arms, Diya turned toward her brother just enough to offer him a smirk and a wink from between the buxom Lioness’ breasts, answering in her mock-male voice, “You shut your trap before I shut it for you.”They shared a brief giggle, then set into finishing their dinner as quickly as possible without embarrassing anyone at the table any further. “Just leave the plates by the sink tonight,” Diya continued in her man-voice as the pair slid out of their seats, “My girl here will make sure they’re all good and clean before she goes to bed, won’t you, babe?” she asked with a teasing pat to Kylan’s rear, “That’s what girls are good for, after all.”

Kylan tucked his chin and turned his face a little away from her, hugging one arm across his belly shyly and even turning his knees and toes together. “Yes, but... there are [i]other[/i] things we’re good for, too...”

“Oh yeah?” Diya asked back with a smug grin, catching the ribbon dangling from his collar again and gently pulling him away from the table with it, “Come show me a couple of them, then.”

Her brother tossed a wink over his shoulder and blew the rest of the family a quick kiss before falling back into his shy, submissive posture and following his sister into the hall and up the stairs. Sarahi’s giggles chased after them... strengthened by the nauseated look on Oro’s face, before the Sha’khari trotted around their wife to ruin his mood with a firm kiss... 

The door to their room clicked softly shut behind them. “Well now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Diya asked the blushing Kylan standing beside their bed. 

He shook his head slowly, never lifting his eyes from the carpet. “No... and, if it’s any comfort, I don’t think you’re... underdeveloped... at all,” he added quietly, fidgeting nervously and refusing to meet her eyes. 

Diya rolled her eyes, but flashed a smug grin back at him. “Well I definitely have [i]one[/i] part that’s not,” she warned as she unzipped her fly, revealing the strain in the boxers underneath. They decorated in a pattern of eggplants shoved through the center of donuts. “I hope you saved room for dessert, babe.”

It took her a moment to fish the free end of the dildo out through the slot in the front of the boxers... and Kylan’s chin went genuinely slack when she did. “Holy... I mean, uh, sweetheart... you’re [i]huge[/i],” he whimpered anxiously, staring at the toy standing out from between her legs. One end was hooked up inside her, with her muffin riding in a ribbed “saddle” designed to tease her pearl while she used the other end on her partner. That end, which Kylan was staring at, was only a little thicker than the mock-up of Oro that was his favorite, but ended in a flared head that any Horse would be proud to claim. 

Diya’s grin never faltered as she strode across the room, putting one arm around Kylan’s back and the other behind his head, and pulled him into a firm, lip-biting kiss. The end of the toy sticking out from between her legs slid between her brother’s thighs, teasing his sac and taint through the thin panties he wore beneath his skirt. Kylan moaned into her throat, and Diya slid the hand behind his back underneath his shirt, then back around to the front and up his lean chest to pinch one of his nipples sharply. Her brother squealed briefly, clinging to the front of her shirt with both fists, being discreetly careful to avoid putting any kind of pressure on her own nipples. 

She pulled her face away from his and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “...Safe-word’s in effect now, okay?” and waited for him to nod against her shoulder before backing up to seat herself on the edge of the bed, thighs spread wide and suggestively stroking this thick rod of silicone reaching up from between her legs. “Help me get in the mood, babe. Show me those tits,” she insisted with a sly grin, running her tongue over her own lip and whiskers. 

With a bright blush, Kylan rolled his shirt up his chest until he could tuck the hem under his chin. He’d neglected to put on a bra before dinner, leaving his soft belly and chest bare to her sight. The patchwork Feline cupped his hands underneath his pects as well as he could, in gestures like he was lifting and separating them as much as he was able, and even delicately rolled his thumb and forefinger around each small nipple. 

Diya watched him tease himself with a growing shine of lust in her eyes, pressing down firmly on the dildo each time she stroked it, so that the subtle ribs hiding her pearl pressed and slid across it stimulatingly. “Oh fuck, this works better than I thought it would,” she whispered in genuine arousal, motioning for Kylan to come closer. She kissed his chest when he came within reack, playfully licking the nipple she [i]hadn’t[/i] pinched earlier, and reached up with one hand to gently rub and caress his ear. 

Taking a firmer grip on that, she pulled his head down until he was forced to kneel in front of her, with his muzzle hovering over the flared head of the dildo threateningly. “Open wide, babe,” she purred, continuing to slowly press his face down, “And suck it good.”Kylan swallowed nervously, but complied just as the silicone touched his lips... and had to work a little at getting it comfortably through his teeth and over his tongue without gagging. Diya gave him a chance to get situated and take a deep breath before she pulled him in firmly, pushing the head of the toy all the way to the back of his throat and causing the saddle to stimulate her clit again. “Oh fuck,” she whimpered sincerely, guiding Kylan’s head by his ear in short, quick bobs that felt like they thrust directly against her pearl, “Fuck... you’ve got a great mouth there, my pretty little bitch...”

Kylan slapped her thigh twice, and she immediately let go of his ear, letting him pull back and take a good breath. He coughed a little over her knees, but before she could ask if he was alright he’d sucked the flare through his lips again. Adjusting his head to a better angle, Kylan managed to work the shaft all the way into his throat deep enough to press his nose against the bit directly above her pearl. Diya gasped, clinging to his head and hunching over him as he began bobbing up and down again, stimulating her with each gentle fall. “Ooooh, what a good girl,” his sister sighed above him. 

It wasn’t more than a couple of seconds later that she pulled his head up and pushed him away. Kylan tilted his head curiously as the toy pulled completely free of his lips. “Did I hurt something?” he asked quietly, though he knew he couldn’t have actually hurt the lifeless silicone he’d been sucking. 

Diya’s smile was wide and lusty, though, as she cupped a hand to each of his cheeks and practically hauled him to his feet by his head. “Opposite,” she promised, pulling him forward into a hard kiss just before taking his shoulders and turning him around to face the dressing mirror leaning against the wall beside their closet. Leaning against his back, with her chin resting on his shoulder where he could see her coy smile, she whispered in his ear, “I can’t wait anymore. Time to put out, babe...”One hand wandered underneath his shirt again, sliding it up his chest to hold him against her, while the other lifted the back of his skirt and hooked fingers into the hem of his panties. 

“W-wait!” Kylan gasped, putting his hands behind himself to cover his rump as she pulled the “Party” side of his panties down, “We can’t!I’m not ready!”

His sister quirked a brow, shoving her hand behind his to give his exposed cheek a firm pinch, making Kylan squeal (though he didn’t actually try to get away from her). “Excuse me?!You’re not trying to blue-ball me here, are you? I clearly told you I’d be getting some tonight, and I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer,” she growled, trying to sound angry for the sake of the game. She’d learned some time ago that her brother liked the thought of someone wanting him so desperately that they wouldn’t stop for anything, including his own begging. If he [i]actually[/i] wanted to stop, he’d have to use the safe-word (which he clearly had not). Playing out just this kind of scenario was what had prompted them to implement one in the first place. 

Rubbing his stung bottom, Kylan cast her a hurt look over his shoulder... while discreetly spreading the cheeks beneath his tail to flash her a view of his tight hole. “B-but... you don’t have any protection on. I could... get pregnant...”

She tried hard not to snort. She shouldn’t be laughing at it. He was playing his role thoroughly, while making a convenient excuse to make clean-up easier later. But the sheer absurdity of the suggestion somehow always struck her as hilarious, regardless of how reasonable it seemed in-character or how often she heard it. She (gently) bit his shoulder to disguise the sound. “You’d better get me dressed quick, then!” she growled, claiming one whole cheek of his rear with a possessive squeeze, “Or you’ll just have to suck it up and hope to be lucky!”

He leaned over, and had to take a couple of short steps to get within reach of their nightstand. Diya turned with him, to keep her fingers hooked firmly into his panties, stretching the back out enough to have a clear view of his tail-hole as he bent down to open the lower cabinet. Kylan pulled a string of condom packages out of it, and the bottle of their favorite strawberry-flavored lube, laying both on top of the nightstand. He remained bending over, resting his knees on the top of the nightstand, while he tore the first package open and reached behind himself to find the tip of her toy and awkwardly roll the thin rubber sheath down it. This was followed a little less awkwardly by his hand, cupping a palmful of the flavored lube, stroking a good, thick coat across the surface. 

Diya took a grip on the base of his tail with one hand, pulling him a little roughly around to face the mirror again... where he could appreciate the faces he made as she spread his cheeks with her other hand and got him centered. Kylan had to stand on the tips of his toes briefly to get over the end of the toy, gritting his teeth as the flared head stretched and then slid through his back-door, and Diya was careful to support him with her hands so he didn’t fall onto it too quickly. She adored the strained little faces he made as he settled himself as snug against her as he could, working his way down to a seat in her lap with a kind of embarrassed persistence. 

When his butt touched her thighs, Diya slid her hands around under his legs instead, leaning back and lifting him. His weight settled firmly against her hips then, pushing a pleasured little squeak out of him, and grinding the textured saddle against her pearl. Diya was already breathing heavily against his cheek as he laid his head back on her shoulder. “Oh, brother, you look adorable,” she cooed thoughtlessly, breaking her character for a moment as she stared at their reflection in the mirror. With his knees held high and wide, they were both flashing a gorgeous view of his penetrated posterior in the mirror, with his stretched panties barely concealing the rest of his anatomy convincingly from sight. Diya thought the dildo might have actually been pretty convincing as a dick if she’d chosen a better color than the bright grape-purple. 

Kylan kissed her cheek, taking a couple of unsteady breaths of his own, then nodded to indicate he was as ready as he was likely to get. Diya slid her hands a little closer to his rump, still on the backs of his thighs, and lifted him just a couple of inches... before practically dropping him back into her lap. Kylan winced, but didn’t complain... even when she dropped him a second time. Then his sister kissed his cheek apologetically and muttered in his ear, “Sorry. Much as I’d love to, I’m not strong enough for this.”

Her brother just nodded understandingly, nuzzling her cheek with his own, and set his feet on her knees. With a little effort, and help from her hands underneath his rump, he managed to lift himself up with his legs and then lower back down in a more controlled fashion... although he couldn’t keep it up for long, either. “Heh... this is... kind of exhausting,” Kylan admitted, “Maybe it’s just a bad position for us.”

Diya giggled in his ear, then slapped his stuffed tush sharply. “Alright, you lazy thing,” she declared in her man-voice again, “I guess I’ll just have to do this the [i]easy[/i] way, then!”

“Ack!” he squeaked as she pushed him forward, sliding him right off of the toy [i]and[/i] her legs and dumping him into the floor on all fours, “I’m sorry, honey, I’m sorry!Please be gentle!”

Taking his hips and rolling him onto his back, his sister smiled down smugly at him while folding his knees up to his chest. She made sure to get the toy nested snuggly up against its target again before answering simply, “... No,” and plunging into him hard. 

Holding his legs down with a hand on the back of each knee, Diya rocked him as hard as she could, bouncing his small, smooth sac against her belly with each thrust. She was sure he was dripping by this point, but the panties still stretched between his thighs was keeping that part hidden from her. Nothing could hide the little squeaks and mewls he was making each time she invaded him, though, or the lusty looks he was trying to disguise as ashamed. “Ah... anh... gah!Stop!” Kylan whined, reaching down to rest one hand between her breasts as if to push her away, “It hurts!”

Diya kept going. “Tough cookies, my little bitch,” she growled. He [i]still[/i] hadn’t used the safe-word, and his voice lacked the little hitch she was familiar with hearing when he was enduring real pain. His sister did pause long enough take the ribbon attached to his collar and quickly wrap it around both of his wrists, “tying” them close to his chin, where he couldn’t interfere with her again. The she took the smooth length of his dick in one hand, stroking it down to the base even as she thrust her own up behind it, pushing even more passionate moans out of him. 

Diya broke first. Each thrust against Kylan’s rump pressed her pearl against the back of the toy, sliding that ribbed texture firmly across it. With a deliberately dramatic yowl, she ground against him, causing each pleasured pulse of her orgasm to make the toy buried in his butt twitch as well, and Kylan whimpered encouragements and soft pleas for her to enjoy it. 

“Oh... fuck... ,” she whispered, hunching low over her brother and gifting him a quick, grateful kiss on the lips as the peak of her pleasure passed, “Thank you... Kylan.  Mmm... I needed... that.” With eyes closed, she rubbed her nose softly against his, struggling to hold herself up as the afterglow set in on her. “What do [i]you[/i]... need now?” she asked breathlessly, giving him one more kiss, “Want me... to lick it? Different position? Put yours.. in me?”

Kylan chewed his lip with his own eyes closed, wrists straining against the leash holding them tied to his neck. “I’m really close,” he admitted with a whimper, “Just keep... going...”

With a smile, Diya eased back to less aggressive angle, letting him rest his ankles on her shoulders as she resumed humping his rump at a gentler pace. One hand rubbed lightly up and down his belly and chest, but she paid the most attention to her other one, carefully stroking his throbbing manhood [i]just[/i] the way he liked with each thrust. She felt the tension rise in him, and quickened the pace of her strokes just behind the cutely pronounced head, until his toes curled up beside her ears and a groan forced itself through his tightened throat and the milk came spurting out in streams up his belly. 

Diya waited until he had finished, then wiped her hand on the underside of his skirt and gently pulled out of him. With her legs still a little wobbly from her own orgasm, she pulled the bulbous end out of herself and stripped off the condom, depositing it in the wastebin beside the bed. Then she dropped the toy on top of the nightstand, to be cleaned later, and crawled back over to lay on top of her brother for a cuddle and a breather. “Mmm... I love you, Kylan,” she whispered, kissing his cheek gently as she settled in. 

“Love you... too, sis,” he panted, still recovering from his own climax, and returned the kiss sincerely. Diya laid her head down in the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of him and wafting her every exhale against his neck. Kylan chuckled, and patted her back. “Don’t fall asleep yet,” he warned, “We still... have dishes... to do...”

“Mmm, I hate you, brother,” Diya whispered with a smirk, in the exact same tone she’d used just a second ago, “Why do you have to be so responsible?”

“Hmhm... it’s what a girl is good for, or so I’m told,” he grinned, beginning to get his breathing under control. Diya slapped his chest, but lightly, then lifted her head to share one more genuine kiss on the lips before reluctantly pushing herself to her feet and going to fetch some decent pajamas to wear downstairs for their evening chores.