Best Laid Plans

Delia bent over in front of the bathroom mirror and smiled at a job well done. Fresh from a shower, her fur shone with dark seductiveness and she was filling out the rear of her vibrant-orange footie pajamas quite nicely. She unbuttoned the jack-o-lantern back flap to expose her juicy, round, coal-black plump-rump to the reflection. Her topaz-yellow eyes sparkled. Tyler had no idea what he was in for tonight, the black cat thought to herself, devilishly.

Her parents were literally seconds from leaving for a late-night, Halloween dinner party that would see them back home past the small hours, and her obnoxious kid brother, with no friends to trick-or-treat with—and a big sister with better, adult things to do—was due to knock himself out on sleep meds. Her folks were so preoccupied with their evening that it was a trivial matter to swipe their “his-and-hers” enhancement pills. Delia stood back up, faced the mirror and frowned. Unzipping her front, the nineteen year old feline deigned a look at the expansive flatness that was her chest. Too bad there wasn't a pill for that, she thought, pouting. No matter! No male could possibly resist the junk in her trunk, or the mesmerizing caress of her feline tongue. She held up the bottle of male-enhancements. He'd be too hard to think, anyway. She was going to have that mastiff stud by the balls, guaranteed!

Her self-aggrandizement was interrupted by a knock at the bathroom door. “Delia, hurry up already,” complained Sam, his voice bitter. Young as he was, it wasn't lost on him who's fault it was he had to stay home.

Flustered, she slammed the bottle down, knocking some other product to the floor carelessly. “Piss off, twerp! I'm almost done!” Delia shouted back. She twisted open the equivalent female bottle and popped two of the tiny caplets in her mouth. She shoved the bottle in her pocket, zipped up her pajamas and opened the door, shoving past her little brother.

Sam said nothing further, he was already too frustrated and disappointed. It was so unfair. What the hell did Delia have to do that was more important than going trick-or-treating? Chalking it up to “stupid girl shit” didn't fit, he's seen plenty of girls of varying age go out and celebrate. He was gonna have to sit in middle school next week listening to the rest of his class laugh it up about how much fun they had and how sick they got off their cargoes. Sam rubbed his eyes, blinking away the bright light of the bathroom. He left his glasses in his room, hoping to fall asleep quickly enough to avoid the sounds of merriment outside. He grabbed the bottle on the edge of the counter—where he always left his sleep aid—and downed two of the little blue pills with water. Did the coating taste funny? Who cares. He shut off the light and walked back to his room, moping.

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“FUCKING USELESS DOGMEAT ASSHOLE!!” Delia hissed as she threw her phone across the room. She sat on her bed in a huff, crossing her arms and legs. Going fucking trick-or-treating?! He'd miss plowing this prime, pitch-black pussy—risk-free, she made sure to mention—to go playing dress up with kids and single parents for candy?! “Well I can't just ditch my kid sisters, they love Halloween,” she repeated to the empty room in an unflattering manner. When the fuck did big, dumb, hot guys grow consciences?! She bet he wouldn't have said no if she had TITS!!! She huffed again, opening her zipper. Her face and body were in the midst of a drug-induced heat, and she absentmindedly rubbed a hand down under her pajamas. That stupid mutt and his standards just left this needy kitty without anyone to plug her leak. Indignant, yet defeated, Delia sat up from her bed to find some toy she could make use of when she heard something.

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What the hell was in that bottle?! Sam sat up in his bed with his bedside lamp on, having no idea what to do. His dick was harder than concrete, and no matter how much he tried, he couldn't make it go down! He rubbed and jerked and humped as hard as he could. Nothing! He was scared, there was a pressure building in his forehead, and his penis felt like it was gonna explode! Something was clearly wrong, but he couldn't tell what, or figure out who to ask. Delia would just laugh at him. What was he gonna do?!

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Perking her ears, she recognized a soft sobbing coming from down the hall. Her self-righteous indignation died in an instant, and she felt an immense weight in her chest. She pinched her nose and cursed under her breath, the irony stabbing at her like a stake through the heart. She suddenly felt like the biggest bitch, ruining someone else's night while even her intended fuckmeat's out making people happy, even if she wasn't one of them. When did she get so selfish?

More sobbing from down the hall caught her attention, and Delia had had enough. It was too late by now to get ready and plan a route through the neighborhood, but somehow, someway, she'd make this right with Sam. She owed it to him. She made her way down the hall to his bedroom door. A light was on. Maybe he was trying to read. She gently knocked on the door, saying “Sam, you okay in there?” She heard a small panicked noised and a shuffle of bed sheets.

“I'm-... I'm fine!” he lied, the panic in his voice sounding more like recalcitrance through the door.

Undeterred, Delia opened the door and closed it behind her. Sam was laying on his side facing away from the door, and she got the impression he was avoiding her. Understandable, she thought, but it wouldn't stop her. She sat on the bed and laid a hand on his shoulder. “Look, I get it,” she began, “I really fucked up tonight. And I'm really, really sorry.” Sam sniffed and made a motion like nodding. “I know its too late for trick-or-treating, but, maybe we can raid the pantry for some sweets or something...?” she suggested.

“N-no thanks... its okay,” Sam replied, shakily.

Delia pouted her lips. “Come on, Sam, I'm really trying, here.” She noticed his hands holding something. “Hey, what do you have there?” She pulled his shoulder to roll him on his back.

“Don't!” He yelped, unable to stop her. Unburdened, Sam's rock-hard erection sprung into full view. Eight inches long, girthy, and sporting delicate barbs, his was a cock fit for a king. At least, Delia certainly thought so, and looking further south gave her a glimpse of his visibly swollen balls, clearly overburdened with seed. The sight made her burning nethers twitch and drip.

“Holy shit, baby brother,” she gasped, the drugs in her system dampening her inhibitions, “what do you feed this thing?” She'd peeked in on the boy's shower rooms more than once. None of them were packing this much in their jock straps. She'd all but forgotten Tyler's name in the presence of Sam's superior instrument.

“I-I think there's something wrong with my sleeping pills.” Sam muttered, his head slumping in his shoulders. “Its too hard, and it won't go down!” He paused before adding “Don't laugh.”

Delia immediately pieced together what happened and the heat in her body blazed. She grinned with barely contained lust and said “Laugh? Are you kidding? This thing's amazing!” She gently wrapped her fingers around his throbbing member. “In fact, you just helped me figure out how I can make tonight up to you.” She bent down and pushed her face uncomfortably close to Sam's, noses almost touching, “you... wanna pop your cherry?”

Her breath was like fire and her hand was super soft around his shaft. His chest shivered and the first word to come to mind jumped from his lips barely above a whisper. “O-okay...”

Delia's hungry yellow eyes flashed, and her breath was somehow hotter in his face, “good choice.” Her hand started rubbing up and down his shaft, and he immediately drew in a sharp gasp of air. She sat back up and got into a better position on the bed, laying between his legs, staring at him from behind his massive cock. She got into a steady pace with her strokes and felt his little hips quiver. How was she enjoying this so much? He was her little brother! But watching his member slide under her hands, feeling it throb, and still being under the influence of her own sex-pill drove any and all remaining hesitation from her mind. All Delia could think of was having a very happy Halloween with her baby brother's baby-maker!

She dragged her brushy tongue slowly up Sam's shaft, past his barbs, and right off his tip in a single motion, then did it again. Her brother's breathing became heavy and loud. Good, let it all out, she thought. They had the house to themselves, after all. “That feel better, sweetie?” she asked, “are big sister's kisses making it all better?” Sam couldn't reply, and she giggled. Finally Delia opened wide and wrapped her lips around his yummy cubhood.

“Woah! Wuh. Duh. Deliiyyeeeeah!” Sam spluttered. She found it difficult to get more then halfway down her brother's length, and wondered what the fuck she was thinking throwing the night away for Tyler's meager bone.

She pulled off his cock, spittle trailing from her lips and said, “I'm so sorry I made you miss trick-or-treating Sammy!” she bobbed on his dick some more, and he enjoyed a thrill when she called him 'Sammy'. She pulled back again and said “but this is way better, don't you think? So come on, do you forgive me? Pretty please?” Speechless, jaw hanging slack, Sam couldn't respond any more coherently than a dumb nod and a 'uh-huh'. “Oh, no” she said, playfully, “I didn't mean like that.” Before clamping her mouth down on his member. Without warning, she kicked her pace up to eleven, sucking and stroking like a machine! Sam's hands gripped the bed fabric and his bright-yellow eyes bugged in his skull! Before long, he could finally feel that familiar rushing feeling at the base of his shaft, and his lungs heaved out a toneless roar of pleasure and relief! Delia's eyes flashed for a second, catching the first shot right in the kisser, before she opened her mouth to let her kid brother's baby-batter spray all over her ecstatic face and tongue.

“Haaaaahaahaahahahaha~...” she blissfully laughed and moaned, licking and lapping her brother's penis clean. “Wow... that sure wash a loth of forgivenethsh.~” Her words were slurred from a mouthful of his seed. She took a moment to slosh it in her cheeks before gulping it down in one go. Delicious as that was, her loins were still on fire, and she was glad to see Sam's cock wasn't going to settle for just a blowjob, either. “But you're not done yet, are you?” Sam shook his head silently, the motion making his member adorably imitate the gesture. Delia smiled wide, and got up to turn around. “Before we continue, these pee-jays are just soooo hot,” she mock-complained, wagging her long tail and big, jack-o-lantern butt in Sam's face. A big wet spot made the face look like its nose was running. “Would you mind unbuttoning your poor sister's flap?” With shaking hands, Sam obeyed, and the bright-orange cloth fell down to reveal his sister's glistening wet pussy, practically steaming.

“Ahhhh~” she moaned, relieved, “Thank you~.” She wagged her rump side to side in front of his face some more, entrancing him with the display. She cooed and purred, “Oooooh~ its so hot and wet~! Be a good brother, and kiss it better~?” Without a word, Sam clamped his hands to either side of his sister's wide ass and gently dove his face into her rear. He licked, lapped and sucked his lips against hers, and she sang out in ecstasy for the whole empty house to hear. His feline tongue brushed and tickled in all the right places. She rocked and thrust her hips against Sam's face and his hands just got a firmer grip as he went on. Her tail coiled lovingly around his head, and Delia knew she'd never look outside the house for sex again!

“OoOoOhHhHh~! Ohhhfffuck! Oh Sammy~,” she moaned, pulling away from his face, now red and sweaty. “Oh baby brother, I can't wait anymore~!” Delia grabbed firm hold of his member, still hard as ever, and brought her hips forward to meet it. “Big sister needs to sit on your cock~! Please~? Can I please pop your cherry now baby brother~?” She begged as she madly humped and rubbed her wet slit against Sam's shaft. Without waiting for an answer, she lined it up and plunged herself down on it, singing out in bliss. Sam moaned too, his eyes almost rolling back in his skull, but returning to be transfixed on his sister's irresistible booty swallowing most of his penis. She bucked and bounced and rode her brother's baby-maker like it was her life's mission, moaning things like, “thank you, oh thank you Sammy~,” and,  “your cock is the best~,” or, “so~! BIG~!” Sam let his hands wander around his sister's hips and waist, pushing his fingers under the fabric of her pajamas, making her giggle.

Delia leaned all the way back against her little brother, letting him wrap his arms around her waist, and his hips suddenly went into automatic! The sudden motion was just enough to finally push the rest of his length into his sister's hungry pussy and her voice caught in her throat at the shock. She could see her lower abdomen bulging out underneath her pajamas with every thrust, not to mention feel his heavy balls spank her plump butt, and her voice warbled with motion as she muttered, “OoOoHhHh mMyYyYy GgGgOoOoDdDd BbBeEeEeSsSsTtT hHhAaAlLlLoOoOoWwWwEeEeEeEnNnNnNn EeEvVvVvEeEeRrRrRrRrRrRr~!”

Sam's voice was more coherent, but huffing and panicked, as he said, “D-Delly~! I'm gonna-~ I'm-! I'M GONNAAAA~!” She didn't answer him. It was fine for him cum. Great, even! Her pill guaranteed zero-ovulation, so she was ready for a night of risk-free creampies. What she wasn't ready for was seeing—and feeling—her belly momentarily balloon outward with the sheer volume of her kid brother's cream filling! Sam's limbs went limp, and his still leaking dick popped out of his sister. Delia's face flushed bright red and her tongue lolled out to one side as the excess loads spilled out of her and eased the pressure on her poor uterus. She sat up and flopped onto her elbows between Sam's legs, rubbing her leaking crotch against his still erect member.

This time, Sam lined his member up with her pussy as she descended, swallowing his tip again. She cooed and looked back at him. “Oh, still want more? Mmmm, good boy~,” she purred, and started bouncing again. Her little brother let his head fall back and rested his hands on her cheeks, occasionally bucking his hips. Before long, though, he felt another rush of energy, and found himself sitting up on his knees and taking his sister from behind! “Woah! Oh wuh- Wow! Sammy~! Mmmm such a good brother~!” He pounded her big, black bubble-butt as hard as he could, grabbing handfuls of it through her pee-jays. His big sloshing balls 'slapped' and 'plapped' against her happy kitty-clit and their tails coiled affectionately. Delia's claws reflexively dug in and out of her little brother's mattress, and her head dipped down to once again watch her stomach deforming from her brother's massive cock. Without warning, Sam let out a sharp grunt, rammed his hips forward and flooded his sister's cunny with another blast of cum! Her jaw dropped as she felt her belly grow bigger than a watermelon, and huffed as she was allowed to release it after her brother pulled out.

Their pajamas were completely soiled by now, but they didn't care. The drugs and their musk were driving them deeper and deeper down this taboo rabbit hole. Delia laid back toward the head of the bed, resting her head on the pillows, pulling Sam by the arms on top of her. They joined in a kiss, long and with plenty of tongue. Sam made to unzip his sister's Pee-Jays and she grabbed his hand, hesitant, before letting him continue. He got the zipper all the way down and opened her top to expose her vacant chest. Before Delia could nervously ask if he was okay with not having tits to touch, she gasped, feeling his face on her chest. He rubbed and snuggled his head all over her front and even kissed and licked at her nipples. She could feel him purring so hard against her chest. He really didn't care? “Oh Sammy~...” she muttered, wrapping her arms around his back and bringing him up for another kiss.

Soon his member was bobbing against her slit, wanting to play again, and she helped guide it in. They both arched their backs as he hilted inside her, and adopted a steady pace. Sam's balls still audibly sloshed with every impact against his sister's juicy cheeks, as if simply producing an endless supply of semen, which Delia distinctly didn't recall being a listed feature of the male enhancement pills. Her thoughts turned to smoke when she made eye contact with her brother, huffing and thrusting away on top of her. His face was bright red and his expression showed he was really giving his all to please her. She grabbed firm hold of his little butt in appreciation. Soon they both felt his member throb and grow stiff, and noticed his balls jump and tighten! With just enough time, Sam increased his thrusting, causing his sister's legs to raise and straighten out, and moaned out “I love you Delia~!”

“I love you too, Sammy-cat~!” she moaned back, her toes curling high in the night air. With a shared shout of pleasure, they made another sticky creampie inside her. Before even letting Delia's abdomen empty out, they just slumped into heap on top of one another, panting and purring. Finally, the elder feline glanced over at the nearby alarm clock. 1:00am. Their parents would be back soon. They slid apart and she sat up on the bed, glancing back at Sam's member. It was still hard, but only just. She could tell they had almost burned through his portion of sex-drug. She grinned and said “One more for the road, Baby bro~?” She laid down across his legs and took his member in her mouth. Rubbing his balls and stroking his shaft, she affectionately serviced her little brother's big dick as he relaxed and enjoyed it.

“Oh Delly~,” he muttered, barely keeping his eyes open. A sudden jerk of his hips rewarded his sister with a mouthful of warm, thick baby-batter. Then another, and another after that, all of which she gleefully swallowed, and showed her satisfaction with a lick of his tip and a happy purr.

“Thanks, that was a big one~,” she said, seeing his erection finally shrink. Sam was barely holding on to consciousness, and Delia pulled the covers over him. She kissed his forehead, turned off his lamp and stood up. She zipped up the front of her soiled pajamas and closed up her back flap, the jack-o-lantern now looking like it was drooling from every corner of its mouth. She made to leave, but first she stopped in the doorway, turned back and said “Happy Halloween, little brother~.” Then she closed the door.