8 comments/ 20957 views/ 13 favorites I Love You, Lil Ch. 01 By: Vioan This is the second part in what I hope to become a rather lengthy series, all revolving around the girl named Viona. --- Very important note: The story describes the girl's entire life up to the point when she is around twenty-two years old. No character under the age of eighteen engages in any sexual acts whatsoever. It takes a while before the characters turn eighteen, but no sex will happen up to that point. --- This story is dedicated to and inspired by a very good friend of mine. You know who you are, and I love you dearly. --- August 16, 2008 Lily was different today. As if she had broken a cup and felt guilty about it. Everything she was doing had an obvious, awkward I don't feel comfortable vibe to it. The two safety pins in her right ear even seemed to sound sad when they'd jingle against each other today. I wasn't enjoying it. Both of us had a bad day now and then, but we were usually able to talk about it. After all, we were sisters and lovers. We shared everything with each other. Any difficulty we'd face would always be so much easier to conquer with one another's help. It had always been like that. For a while, I thought she'd spill it, so I didn't ask until after lunch. She just sat there, poking a last chunk of bread with her index claw. I glanced up from my phone while my fingers darted over the keys, texting my friend that I wasn't going to be able to see him today. "Lily." "Mmm?" she answered, distracted and reluctant. "What's the matter, sis?" "I don't know." Please no, not this. I dreaded this answer so much that I hadn't even dared to think about the possibility of hearing it. I stood up and walked over to behind her back. My hands comfortingly squeezed her shoulders, but she kept poking that piece of bread. "Something bothering you?" She finally looked up at me. I saw her lip trembling, and my heart skipped a beat. This wasn't good. "Vivi... I really love you, but..." More tension. More reason to think I shouldn't have asked. More reason to continue asking anyway. My voice turned shaky like the vibrator I still vividly remember her using on me the night before. "But what?" "I think should stop dating." The world exploded. I cried and begged through her explanation and didn't hear a word of it. --- September 24, 1985 The music was way too loud, and talking was next to impossible, except for the people who cared to go outside, running away from the party's ear torturing abience. Michelle was nineteen years old and having a rough time, while simultaneously having the time of her life. Or maybe the beer and cocktails made it seem like that. "Michelle, ma belle!" A familiar, male face was looking at her. She vaguely recognized him, and he knew her name, so they were probably friends. She shaked her head and walked past him. "Fuck you, ass." Being named after a song by The Beatles was one thing, but costantly being reminded of it was another. All her life, she had vowed to murder Paul McCartney if she ever got the chance. Stumbling on her way outside, she immediately fell into the arms of a tall, handsome feline. His furred arms and chest felt warm, and she was yet again reminded of the fact that she was one of the few humans on a furry party. Her main reason to come here was to find out whether furry people were able to speak, and whether their brain was indeed so much smaller than a human's. She had no idea, though. The first thing she knew when she arrived was that she immediately got a free cocktail, and her noble, biology induced intentions were forgotten on the spot. "Hey, will you be okay?" Michelle clumsily stood up again and looked up into his eyes with a nod. She had spilled her glass all over his pants, but neither of the two actually noticed this. "Of course I will! Wuh... Why are you growling at me?" "I'm not. That's called purring." "Well yeah, caaaare. It's the same thing." She looked around, and saw the party building twirling and moving around. When she looked up into his eyes again, he pressed his feline lips against hers, and she didn't resist. Minutes later, they were sitting around the corner, secluded by nothing at all, and she was bouncing up and down in his lap. Whimpers, moans and cries all were ignored by their surroundings, and even they didn't really know what exactly they were doing. The next morning, Michelle awoke in her apartment and groaned. The hangover was way unbearable. While she was brushing her teeth, her eyes suddenly went wide and she dropped her toothbrush, her hand remaining motionless next to her mouth. She sat down on the floor and sighed, grinding her teeth against each other as she realized what had happened the night before. Her hands found her face and she cursed. She didn't even know his name. --- June 10, 1986 "You're almost there, Michelle. Try to keep controlling your breath." Michelle groaned, cursed, moaned, cried, screamed in protest, but we couldn't be stopped. When my sister was born, things got even worse for our mother. The baby had little cat ears, and a tail that was already more flexible than her arms and legs. When Michelle grabbed the kitten's hand to count its digits, five needle-like claws tickled her finger. The doctors and nurses were all astonished, thinking they were part of a fairy tale. Things got even worse when Michelle realized that her daughter had a twin sister. I, Viona, was born seven minutes after the girl whose name would end up being Lily. No Lianne, Lilandra or Liselot. Just Lily. A simple name that would define and color my world from the day we were born. Our mother hated us, and was depressed for years. She spent several hours per day working hard for her money, and had to spend every dime feeding her two little monsters. Each time when we'd meow or purr, she'd turn the radio louder and tell us to shut up. We grew to be what you'd call hybrid cathumans. Our bodies were furless, except for our big ears and long tails. We had claws with sheaths, and when we were young, we meowed more than we spoke. I myself had sharp fangs instead of normal teeth, and my canines were notably long. Lily's teeth were similar to a human's, though. By the time we were four, Lily and I still only had each other. We were exceptionally intelligent, but oblivious to the world outside our house and garden. By this time, we were able to team up on mice, rabbits and even birds, which we caught and ate raw - like real kitties. Our mother did feed us, but she never cared to make enough for the two of us, often even giving us one plate with barely enough food for one child. Lily was my best friend. We shared everything we had, and did everything together. We were like siamese twins. Our happiness together frustrated our mom even more, as if she was jealous of how close we were. She'd often get annoyed over simple things like when we'd be giggling a bit to much, and her favorite way of punishing us was by merely sending one of us to our bedroom, while refusing to allow the other to follow. Until we were six, we never realized that we were any different than our mother. When we first went to elementary school, we were surrounded by humans, who did nothing but bully us. Our ears and tails were pulled, we were called names, and we were generally seen as filthy animals. "No! Don't use that pencil! Those kitties had it earlier." We were used to it; life with our mom was much of the same. School suddenly became better than being with our mother though. When we were thirteen, one of the teachers once told us he had a nephew just like us, and he began loving us as if we were his children. He protected us from bullies, bought lunch for us when our own money got stolen, and convinced our mother to put a little bit more effort into us. Mister Janssen. For half a year, things were gradually improving. Mister Janssen occasionally visited us, and helped our mother with the heavy burden she had. Our fourteenth birthday was the first one we celebrated. Three weeks after our mother finally bought both of us our first bras, Mister Janssen was caught trying to seduce a girl in our class, and he was forced to move to a different school. My mother shrugged it off, and life went back to what it had been. --- June 10, 2002 "Do you, Viona Vanwonderen take me, Lily Vanwonderen, as your wife?" I giggled and mouthed those two words to her. She slid the second of the two stolen rings around my finger, and we were married. We exchanged happy birthdays for the one millionth time that day, and we hugged. The hug lasted for several hours, and we eventually fell asleep in each other's arms. It wasn't until the next day that we realized our mother hadn't come home. She was probably having her brains fucked out by a person she had met only a few hours ago - like she did about once or twice every week - but now it was two nights in a row. This had never happened before, and both of us were ironically worried. There's something about the relationship between a mother and a daughter; both are undeniably supposed to love each other, no matter what. In our situation, there had never been any love, but there had been a peculiar kind of affection. When we were thirteen, Lily had been hit by a car, and our mother was crying her eyes out in the hospital while she waited, unable to deal with the possibility of having to give her daughter away. When Lily was eventually allowed to leave the hospital, she was nearly suffocated by our mother's enthusiasm when she hugged the little girl's head to her chest. Now it was the day after our sixteenth birthday, and our mother was gone. At first we didn't let it bother us, but a day turned into several days, and days turned into weeks. After our exams, we awkwardly told our teacher that our mother wouldn't be able to come and talk about our results, and he eventually made us call the police. Our mother was found in a forest near the Botrange on the first of July, and everything showed that she had shot herself in the head, in the middle of nowhere. She died at the age of thirty-six, and took a four months old fetus with her. Life went on, but it was incredibly hard. Financially it was okay, and even the work we spent in household didn't change very much. We had been able to cook ever since we were toddlers, and were perfectly able to take care of ourselves. We missed our mother simply because she was our mother. --- August 1, 2004 I woke up to the feeling of Lily slipping out of bed. With a sly smile, I caught a glimpse of her breasts before they disappeared behind the folds of her white bathrobe. We were eighteen now, and had changed drastically. Five years ago, everybody had mistaken us for identical twins, but now people often even thought we were just friends who happened to be joined by the hip. While we had both always had brown, straight hair, my hair had decided to become curly when I was seventeen. I did everything to make my hair look as beautiful as Lily's again, but to no avail. Apparently, my body had simply liked being the odd one out. We had developed similarly during our puberty, but when she stopped growing breasts and getting taller, I continued doing exactly that. At 5'4", I was now three inches taller than her, and I was blessed with a 34C bosom while she contented herself with a B-cup. She was even more thin and less curvy than me, and I usually outweighed her by five or ten pounds. Even my ears had become larger than hers. I've always known I was good looking, but my fondness of Lily made me jealous of her. She was extremely attractive, and wore glasses which were like picture frames to her large, green eyes. I had grown to worship her, and she felt the same towards me. When I closed my eyes again and thought about Lily - who was now downstairs already - , I suddenly went through a realization that made my smile fade into a thoughtful, seemly emotionless expression. I was in love. Everything made it evident. I loved watching her do anything she'd ever do, and I often blushed when she caught me doing exactly that. My life was never complete without my sister, and whenever I needed to decide something important, I'd consult my sister and let myself be guided by her wise advice. Her presence was everything that was important; all else was trivial. I yawned, and covered my mouth with my left hand. The feeling of my cold ring against my lips made me smile again, and I opened my eyes again to look at it. Such a beautiful little thing. I had often wondered who we had stolen them from; the engravings in it were incredibly hard to read and we never figured them out. "Lily?" I called out. "Yes, Vivi?" Silence. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what. After a few seconds, I surprised myself as I blurted out the most genuine thing I had ever said. "I love you." More silence. Now I wanted to hear her say something. It took her ten seconds, but my nervous brain thought it was an hour or two. "I know you do, little dyke." I laughed and sat up, rubbing my eyes. The blanket fell down and I didn't bother covering my breasts when I called out again. I was uncertain, but had a point I wanted to make at any cost. I really loved her. "Come here, Lily. I mean it." She didn't respond, but I saw her appearing in the doorway. Her tail swayed sensually. Actually, she moved sensually in general. "And you need to show me your tits for that?" "Shut up and come here." Now it was her turn to laugh, and she flopped down next to me in bed. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close, while she reluctantly did the same. I had no idea what to do, and I knew she'd be taken aback if I kissed her. Her eyes told me my love was mutual, though. The only difference was that her love was merely sisterly. We quietly lay there for a minute or five, holding each other close. She began purring contently, and I returned the rumble, closing my eyes and perking my ears up to listen to her. I was suddenly jerked out of my little trance by the sound of her voice. "Don't fall asleep on me, Vivi." I weakly opened my eyes and looked into hers again. She was already returning the stare before I started it. I inched up a bit, slowly bringing my face closer to hers. "Lily..." She smiled at me, and I saw her eyes glancing at my lips a time or two. I continued moving up in her embrace. Her eyes kept looking at me, alternating between my eyes and my lips. I must have held my breath for over a minute without even noticing it. The tension was enormous, and I eventually gathered my courage. Just as I closed my eyes and pressed my lips forward, Lily was suddenly gone. She was running all over the place, as if she had a whole lot of things to do but couldn't decide which she'd do first. "I'll go get breakfast ready, Vivs." "Sure!" I feigned agreement, while I actually felt like punching her. She knew I wanted it; what could possibly have made her retract? I rolled over to lie on my front and buried my face in the pillow. People and their fucking useless boundaries. When I heard Lily busying herself downstairs, I rolled over again and quietly fingered myself to a mindblowing orgasm. The day was rather uneventful, and I spent most of my time tanning outside. Our garden was quite secluded, and I have always been a person who feels very comfortable in the nude, so I tanned naked. While I was doing my front, Lily sat down next to me and gave me a greeting smile. I was purring softly, and turned on my side to face her. The day was quite warm, and Lily was wearing a beautiful yellow dress, which was modest yet showed off her light curves. "Flaunting again, are we?" "Ah shut up. You know I hate tanlines." She smirked and lay down on her side, facing me. Her eyes were fixed on my breasts, and I shifted uncomfortably. "Now who's the dyke?" "Hey, you were the one hitting on me earlier, Vivs!" I rolled my eyes. Are you doing this on purpose? I felt like punching her yet again, before shredding her clothes off her body and making passionate love to her. I wasn't going to, though. God knows why. I guess I was scared. With a shrug, I rolled over to lie on my front. She did the same, with her right side touching my left, and I heard her purring. I wondered what she wanted, but it appeared like she just wanted to be close. I felt her tail coiling up around mine and I casually returned the grip; that's something we usually do. Our own special way of snuggling. "We need to go to the mall today, Vivi. I don't know what to cook." "Order pizza. I feel like being lazy." She smiled and nodded. It was quiet for a few minutes again. I was enjoying the sun, while I had the impression that Lily was lost in thought. My faint, content smile faded when she spoke again. "Do you think mom regrets not loving us?" Bang. There it was. One of the questions I had never dared to ask myself, especially since I had always pretended that she actually loved us. Of course she did. She was our mom. Moms love their children. Yeah right. I didn't know what to say, and I thought it over for a while before giving it a lame shrug. "I don't know. Why do you ask?" "You know... Sometimes I had the impression that she was trying to change." "I guess. Like when that Janssen guy started coming over?" "Yeah. I think all she missed was a husband or so." "She fucked and dumped every potential husband, Lil." "Vivi!" Oh right. I was supposed to be respectful towards the dead. Because the dead were respectful to me too... Or were they? Something told me that our mother hadn't even thought about how our lives would change when she'd leave. She had always been selfish, and I wasn't really thankful for anything she had ever done. "Look, Lily. Mom was a pathetic, egotistical slut. She-" "Vivi! Stop it!" "But it's true! Don't y-" Another bang. This time, it was her fist and my face, something that had never happened to me before. Sure, we went through some fights, and we clawed at each other's cheeks sometimes, but a punch like this had never happened before. It snapped me out of my rant though, and I immediately felt sorry. Despite my negative feelings towards our mother, I gave in and shrugged, painfully rubbing my cheek. And here I was, thinking that our only defense was our claws and fangs. "Ugh... I'm sorry, Lil." "Just realize she's our mom. Don't be so selfish." Some more silence followed after I nodded, and I gradually became a bit more comfortable with my sister's presence, so I rolled over on my back again. I could sense that Lily was contemplating something, and when I looked into her eyes, I found her gaze fixed on my face. She was smiling very faintly, but her eyes showed she was going to say something very sincere. I perked my eyes up and returned the smile as she spoke. "About this morning, Vivs..." My smile faded again and I nervously broke eye contact. Suddenly, I felt like hiding my breasts and sex or running away from her, but I calmly controlled my breath and looked up at the sky. "What did you want?" I blushed and sighed, shaking my head and whispering softly. "I don't know..." Lily gathered her thoughts and shifted uncomfortably in turn, but then gently cuddled up to me, her left hand caressing my right cheek. "I think it's wrong, Vivi. I don't think I'm gay... And I certainly don't think it can be a good idea to hook up with your own sis." I nodded and sighed again, turning my body to hug her tightly. Her tail sneaked to my ass and coiled up around mine, which showed me she wanted to comfort me. I returned the tailhug, and we lay there for some minutes, but eventually she slowly slipped away. I Love You, Lil Ch. 01 "Alright, time to go to the Colruyt. See ya later, Vivi." She went off, and I fell asleep soon after. --- August 4, 2004 Please, Lily, stop doing this. You have no idea what you're dragging me through. Ever since three days ago, I had stopped looking at her as a sister, and started seeing her as a lust object. Anything she'd do would make me want to scream in desire. Although I had masturbated five times already during this short time span, I was wet at any given moment, and unable to tell her. When she smiled at me, my heart fluttered. When she hugged me like so often, and pressed her breasts against mine; when she coiled her tail around mine and briefly touched my ass; when she gave me a slice of bread and her fingers touched mine; when I lazily watched her getting dressed in the morning - it all made me cringe in desperate love for Lily. Today, we had decided to go to a party. Just out of the blue; a party hosted by people in our town to celebrate everybody's eighteenth birthday. The posters in town all had various ways of saying that 1986 was the year in which miracles happened. And miraculous hybrid creatures were born - indeed. Lily and I weren't part of the host, but we hoped to receive some positive attention, if any attention at all. With our nightlife activities in mind, we were getting dressed up. Of course, we never went to a party before, and it was incredibly hard to find the right clothes. I had finally decided to wear a black, tight dress, that showed off my curves and offered quite some cleavage. This was a deliberate choice; maybe people wouldn't notice my ears and tail if they were distracted by tits. Lily, on the other hand, was still changing from one bra into the other, while she already knew which dress she was going to wear. She constantly made me tell her what her boobs looked like, and had my attention constantly focused on them, even when they were naked during a bra change. I wondered whether she was going to have her mind made up by the time my juices reached my ankles. Eventually I sighed and pointed to the black bra that had looked quite good under her similarly colored dress. She wanted to continue trying it with the other bras, but I insisted she listened. She did. "Whatever you wear, you're goreous anyway." "Says you. Just look at your boobs." Come on, stop talking about boobs already. I simply smiled and shrugged. I don't think we had ever looked that pretty before. And the way we were dressed up somewhat similarly would finally make people realize we were twins again. I wish we weren't, though; I'd have been much happier with her being a single lesbian girl who lived down the street. "Ready?" "Let's go." "You're driving." "Uhhhh, kidding? We're walking. I want to be able to drink." "So you're a drunk dyke now." She's really doing it on purpose. I almost cringed. Why did she have to keep on repeating this? Either she had no idea what she was doing, or she was having a good time teasing me. I had to live with it, but I barely managed to. A few drunkards were already heading back home while we walked to the party. We held each other's hand and had our tails curled up around one another, making us look like the couple I wished we were. The clothes seemed to work; despite people usually avoiding us, we heard people whistling to us here and there, which felt strange but very nice. We only had to walk about fifteen minutes, and when we arrived, it was clear that nobody had thought about the possibility of catgirls joining the fun. The music was incredibly loud and to big ears like ours, it was deafening. I pulled out two pairs of earplugs and handed one to Lily before putting the other in my own ears. Much better. There were many familiar faces, and some people were even drunk enough to say hello to us. We acted all bubbly and nice and joined the fun. This was actually pretty awkward. During these Eighteen Year Olds parties as we called them, the crew (which consisted of almost all eighteen year olds in the area) all wore similar, rather baggy t-shirts, with a big "1986" on the front, and all their names on the back. Although they looked good, the girls certainly didn't look sexy or cute in them. Their curves and breasts were very modestly concealed. Lily and I, on the other hand, caught quite some glances. I wasn't used to this, and soon found myself wishing I hadn't used a pushup bra like this one. I'm not bragging when I say we were the best looking girls of the whole bunch. "Damn, Lily, why did we never do this before?" No answer. I looked around. "Lily?" Finally, I saw her, and I smiled widely. She was talking to a guy from school who was obviously hitting on her. She seemed to be a bit tentative, but quite content. I was proud to be her sister. My attention was diverted quickly though. Suddenly, somebody was talking to me, although I didn't catch what he said. His name was Matt - short for Mathias - , and we had been in the same classes for six years, every year again. He had never really payed me much attention, but now he offered me a drink. I graciously accepted. He was obviously drunk, and it didn't take him long before he asked me to go outside with him. Of course, any sane girl would have declined. But I, with my lack of experience and zero knowledge about men, went with him. Outside, it was chilly by now, and I swayed my tail as I sat on his lap. He was looking around, and receiving several approving glances from what appeared to be his friends. It was at that moment that I realized he hoped to kiss me right there, and I soon found an excuse to go back inside to Lily. It was now silent. Well, not actually silent, but way more quiet than it had been. From what I heard, the DJ had decided to play a slow song, and various couples were dancing two by two, clumsily yet beautifully swaying to the music. Guys held girls, girls pressed themselves against guys, and both seemed to enjoy it. I let out a sharp meow when I suddenly felt a jerk on my arm. A girl I had never seen before pulled me onto the dancefloor, then grabbed me by the waist. My eyes went wide, but I smiled and moved along. Immediately, I could feel and see several pairs of eyes throwing glances in my way, but I just kept looking into the girl's eyes. She abruptly leaned in, and just when I thought she'd kiss me (I'm such a horny slut), her lips found my left ear and yelled into it. "Go check out your sister. She's in the bathroom." My eyes widened again, and I looked into hers. She encouragingly nodded towards the bathroom door and I scurried to it. Lily was sitting on the floor against the wall and holding her head. A frown came over my face, and I quickly knelt down next to her, asking her what was going on. She was barely able to talk, and her mouth smelled of the disgusting beer. Two girls, including the one I had danced with for five seconds, helped me as we brought her outside. She was able to move her feet, but her legs were unable to carry her weight. Once outside, she sat on the floor again, and we fed her loads of water. One glass after another. She was constantly leaning against anybody who'd sit down next to her, and whining about wanting to go home. Her beautiful ears were hanging down, and her tail had lost its sway. "She'll be okay, Viona." I just nodded everytime I heard this. I was so extremely concerned I must have seemed like a mother watching her child on its way to death. One of the girls was more worried about me that about Lily, but the others were having a help the kitty tournament on my sister. I let it all happen and waited until Lily was able to stand up again, and we started heading home. I supported her all the way. When I finally dropped her on the bed, she immediately closed her eyes and was most likely giving in to sleep. She was so incredibly beautiful, and I had to snap my eyes away from a stare before I began undressing her. The beautiful dress had gotten dirty, and I tossed it aside with a grimace. When her bra and panties were off, Lily was still lifelessly trying to doze off. I felt the tension rising again in my heart and between my legs. A few seconds later, I was naked myself, and I snuggled up to my sister. Holding her close, I pulled the thin sheets up over our bodies, and looked at her peaceful face. She was incredibly adorable. "Lily?" "Mmmhmmmmmmm?" "You're beautiful." She smiled and blearily opened her eyes. "I know, Vivi." What happened then still makes me shiver all over when I think about it. I closed my eyes in an attempt to sleep myself, and a second later, I felt her lips pressed to mine. I gasped, but immediately returned the kiss. Lips parted and our tongues met within seconds. We were breathing each other's air, tasting each other's saliva, and leeching each other's warmth. Our touch broke briefly as I spoke. "Lily... I need you." "Mmm, Vivi..." I kissed her again, but on her lower lip this time, my kisses turned into licks, and I started on my way down her chin and neck, to her collar bones and breasts. I felt and heard her panting, and I was on fire. My desire was intense, and it was finally happening! Three days had seemed like an eternity to me, and I was already leaking my juices onto the bed by the time my lips reached Lily's right nipple. She squirmed and grasped both of my sensitive ears, which made me shiver in delight. But then, reason took over again, and my conscience started clawing into my face. She's drunk, you moronic freak! She doesn't know what she's doing, and you're going to rape her if you keep this up. I licked her nipple, but all lust was suddenly gone. My pussy stopped leaking, and instead I started crying with my eyes. Hiding my face against her shoulder, I muffled my sobs against her skin. She was so drunk that she didn't even notice I had stopped, and she was sleeping seconds later. My egotism made room for exhaustion, and I eventually fell asleep, with her hands still loosely grasping my ears. --- August 30, 2004 "Oh my god, Vivi!" I jerked my eyes open and immediately felt a jolt of adrenaline shooting through every nerve of my body. "Lily! Fuck, Lily, no!" She just stood there, eyes wide open and holding her shopping bag. Why on earth was she home so quickly? I quickly pulled the sheets up over my body, although she had seen me naked so often before. Though, unless she had been hiding things from me, this was the first time she had walked in on me masturbating. My cheeks must have been as red as I had been a few weeks ago when I fell asleep while tanning and burned my entire face. "Go away! Fuck, Lily!" Lily scurried off, and I rolled over on my front. Fuck, fuck, fuck! How could something like this happen? I had been masturbating almost twice per day by average during the past month, and successfully been hiding it every single time. And now, when I used my tail for the first time, she had to walk in. She was never going to talk to me again. Oh god, I felt like such a pathetic slut. Fingering had never been a really big deal. We had talked about that, even, albeit with the staggering voices of hysterically giggling school girls. Even I knew that everybody masturbated, and that it was no sin to do so. But fucking yourself with your tail? Disgusting! The few times when I had thought about it before, I had felt like throwing up. And right now, I had been doing it. My tail's was still inside me, and the fur was stained with the blood of my hymen. I felt so filthy. Pathetic, worthless whore. In ten minutes, I got showered and dressed. When I reluctantly walked into the kitchen, Lily was cooking. Spaghetti, yummie. I blushed and slowly sat down at the table, watching her move about. Her tail had that typical, beautiful sway. "Lily?" She sighed and put the tomato down, then immediately sat down at the table, facing me. "Yes, Viona?" Viona? When did she start calling me Viona? She had always called me Vivi practically since we were eggs. "I'm sorry about that. I thought... You were going to the mall!" "I know. I forgot it was Monday." Oh right, Monday. The mall wasn't even open today. I should have known, but my blood was so busy in my cunt that it had forgotten to keep my brain functioning. I didn't know what to say. She didn't even sound or seem angry. Maybe she was trying to push the negative thoughts away. I had no idea how she could, but she seemed to be okay. "P-please don't think I'm some kind of freak, Lily." Great. You just told her exactly what you are. I looked up into her eyes. From behind her glasses, her green orbs stared back at me, and her expression was completely neutral. She seemed to be gathering her thoughts, but I was impatient; I needed some kind of confirmation that everything was okay. Say something! She said something. "Do you... Do you do that often?" I already wished she hadn't said anything. What was I going to say? I had masturbated at least fifty times in thirty days. I took the lame way out by pretending her question had been different. "Not at all... That's the first time I ever used my tail." Her eyes widened, but she seemed to be content with my answer. She reached over the table and grabbed my hand. I felt her claws softly digging into its back. "You know what, Vivs?" "What?" "Relax already. Can't you see it's not a big deal to me?" I looked into her eyes again. She was right. The smile on her beautiful lips reassured me, and I returned it. A shy chuckle left my lips, and she squeezed my fingers together. I nodded. "It's not a secret, anyway." "What isn't?" "That you masturbate. Goes without saying... Everybody does it." I blushed again and I suspect she did too, since she suddenly stood up and turned away from me. I mustered all my courage, and tentatively spoke again. I must have had the tiniest voice in the world. "Do you use your tail?" She faced me again and seemed to be lost in thought for a moment. Her lips showed a warm smile and she shook her head before attacking the tomato again with the kitchen knife. "I've tried. But it really hurt." Here we were. Sisters and best friends, and finally talking about sex and and what comes with it. I felt nervous, but I was incredibly anxious to continue the conversation. Her tail's tip was twirling rhythmically, which showed she felt the same. I stood up and moved towards her, then turned and sat up on the counter, curiously watching her hands as she prepared dinner. Her eyes met mine again and we both smiled. "So, Vivs... How did it feel?" My heart skipped a beat, but I dropped my inhibitions and answered. "Painful. Really. But it felt good, too. And it tickled." She was smirking and once again focusing on the food. After about ten seconds of silence, I continued. The tension was enormous; I could feel it. "I didn't come though. You were home too quick." Suddenly, she was laughing. Her tail swayed again, and she put the knife down before approaching me and pulling me into a hug. I tentatively returned the embrace, gently patting her back with my right hand. Her body felt so warm and soft, I would have fallen in love if I wasn't already. "So, Vivi..." "Mmhm?" "I've been thinking for a while now." "About what?" "I think I want to give it a try." I cocked my head, not understanding what she meant. She was going to masturbate with her tail? It's obvious that this wasn't what she meant, but I had no idea what it was. When she stepped back and pulled me off the counter so that I was standing in front of her, I realized. I let out a curious meow, and she stood up on her toes, pressing her lips to mine. I held my breath and wrapped my arms around her again, returning the kiss with all my heart. I had never felt so special, and began purring out loud against her lips. Her lips parted, and I felt her tongue prodding against my lips. I let out a soft whimper, and opened my mouth, clumsily bumping the tip of my tongue against hers. Up to this point, I had never known how rough the surface of her tongue was. A clear feline trait, which sent tingles all over my body. I stared into her deep eyes and she looked back. She then closed her eyes, and I did the same, focusing on the wonderful kiss we were sharing. My hands roamed up and down her back, and I felt her pressing her breasts against mine as she stood a bit higher on her toes. After what could have been half a minute or two hours, I broke the kiss, and we both stood panting, looking into each other's eyes again. We pecked each other's lips again and I suddenly felt her right hand cupping my left breast. My entire body flinched and tingled. I had never loved her so much. "I love you, Lil," was all I could say. "I love you too, Vivi. Let's go." Suddenly, she was pulling my arm and I immediately followed, knowing where we were headed. We went back into the bedroom and she led me onto the bed, following soon afterwards. This time, my hand found her breast and gave it a squeeze as we kissed again. She let out a soft coo and I smiled, moving my hand down and grabbing the hem of her black t-shirt. As I pulled up to just under her breasts, she softly batted my hand away, before taking the shirt off with her own hands. I had seen her breasts a thousand times, from when they had first started growing to this very day. I had seen them naked at least twice every day, and never felt special about it. Today, the mere sight of her bra made me jump, my fur and standing on end as I lay eyes on this beautiful girl before me. My lips instinctively found her collar bone and I immediately reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. Without a hint of reluctance or resistance, I slid it off her chest, revealing two perfect mounds and stiff, pink nipples. We both gasped, and I kissed her collar bone one more time before quickly moving down and taking her nipple in my mouth. I was inexperienced and eager, so I wasn't going to bother with teasing or postponing. I wanted to taste every part of her, and that was exactly what I was going to do. Lily's back arched, and she pressed her soft chest against my face. I flicked my tongue over her nipple and gave it a light nibble, then wrapped my lips around it and gave it a tugging suckle. Again, she arched her back, and her hands found my ears in a way, similar to when she had been drunk out of her mind. She squeezed and pinched the thin flesh, and I let out a soft moan against her nipple. After a few minutes, I felt her starting to squirm below me, and I finally released her nipple. I looked into her eyes again and saw her grinning at me, although her cheeks were flushed with a blush and her lips were struggling to contain her whimpers. I softly kissed her chest between her breasts, and started sneaking my lips downwards, determined to reach the forbidden fruit between her legs. When I encountered her jeans, I didn't hesitate and quickly unbuttoned them before pulling them down, along with her lace panties. Her pussy was had the rich aroma of feminine arousal, and I became entranced as I looked at her beautiful folds and their soft, dark brown curls. When I pulled her pants off her legs and tail, she was stark naked while I was still fully dressed. Her body was presented to me in all its wonderful glory, and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The moment I touched her lips with my fingers, Lily bucked her hips and let out a soft moan. I smiled and combed her pubic hair with my fingers, then carefully kept my fingers entangled in it as I leaned it to give her a first lick. A very lustful moan escaped her lips again, and one of her hands moved to the back of my head, combing through my curly mess of hair. I Love You, Lil Ch. 01 "Oh, Vivi," she breathed. "That's so good..." She sounded a little bit like she was singing her moans, and it sounded beautiful to my perked ears. I softly brushed my lips against the hard nub I knew to be very sensitive, and her body jerked with another loud moan. Finally, I slid a finger into her already wet passage. She squeezed my digit and let out another moan, grinding herself against my hand. My lips found her clitoris again, and she tensed up when I started softly sucking on it. I started moving my finger in and out of her ever so slowly, and when I tried to slide a second finger in, she flinched and meowed softly in protest. It was obvious that she hadn't been masturbating as much as I had; she was incredibly tight. Her panting filled the air around us, and sensed she was already near a wonderful orgasm. She must have repeated my name a hundred times by the time I lost my mind and slid a second finger into her, regardless of how much she protested. I had to squirm and wiggle my fingers for a bit, but they eventually slid in all the way, and she cried out loud. For a moment I thought I had really hurt her, but when I felt her pussy beginning to drip more juices, I knew I had fingered her to an orgasm. I smiled happily and slid my fingers out ever so slowly, licking them clean afterwards. As I glanced up at Lily's face, I saw her chest heaving up and down in a labored panting, and her lips were still parted in a frozen moan. I was the happiest person in the world. When I slid up and snuggled up to her, we kissed again. She wrapped her naked arms and legs around my body, and I tasted the hunger on her lips this time. She seemed to be biting my mouth in eagerness, her arms wrapped around my neck and pulling me yet closer. A frantic sigh escaped her lips into my mouth. "I love you, Vivi." "I love you too, sis." I gasped, then realized she was pulling my shirt up quite greedily. Unlike what she had done, I simply brought my arms up above my head to let her undress me. When she t-shirt came off, I immediately got goose bumps and felt a shiver running through my spine. Oh god, she's going to fuck me! She cupped both my breasts and immediately hooked her finger tips under the fabric. Even though she was still inches away from my nipples, they were almost painfully poking against my bra, begging to be released. I gasped against her lips again, then let out a pleading moan, my arms wrapping around her body again. Her hands suddenly changed directions. They moved to below my breasts, then her fingers forced their way under the cups, pressing firmly agains my breasts as she slid her hand underneath my bra. It hurt, but simultaneously felt so wonderful that I lost control of my body and had to arch my back. Lily was purring now, and soon slid a hand away to reach behind my back and unhook my bra. I immediately threw the bra off, tossing it off the bed. Her hands found my breasts again right away, and gave both nipples a firm pinch. I squirmed and let out a cry, my fingers curling against her back. I moaned out loud again when she suddenly moved her head down to my breast and took my nipple into her mouth. It felt incredible, and I could already feel an orgasm building inside me. Surprisingly, she was doing exactly the opposite of what I had done. When I made love to her, I was so eager that I didn't linger anywhere until I was finally licking and fingering her. She wasn't just lingering; she was actually turning my breasts into the focal point of the situation. How could she know they were so extremely sensitive? I was groaning and moaning in pleasure, and my pussy felt like it was going to explode. I had never had an orgasm before by just touching my breasts, but now it was going to happen. Every muscle in my body tensed up, and several tidal waves of intense pleasure rushed through me when she pinched and twisted my right nipple while firmly sucking on the other. If I would have died and gone to heaven that moment, I wouldn't have minded. "Fuck, Lil... Oh god!" Lily was apparently surprised by how quickly I had reached my climax. She chuckled softly and I smiled at her, letting out another moan as she teasingly tugged my nipple with her bare teeth. Releasing my nipple at last, she spoke again. "You're so gorgeous." I shook by head and started relaxing. While I came down from my blissful throes, I felt her undoing my shorts and pulling them down along with my panties. My thighs felt as if I had peed myself. For a while, I thought we were going to snuggle and relax some. However, this was not Lily's idea of how things were going to unfold. I had my eyes closed and held my arms out, but instead of feeling her body against mine, I felt her lips on my pussy. I sighed softly of pure delight and opened my eyes again, smiling down at her. "Haven't had enough yet, mmm?" She smirked and took the skin of my inner labia between her lips, then shook her head, tugging the delicate flesh back and forth. I let out a soft hum and threw my head back, moaning in ecstasy. She purred against her skin and her lips were lightly trembling, which sent shivers through my spine. It didn't take long before she found my clit and pulled up its hood a bit. I shivered again when I felt the cool air caressing the little bundle of nerves, but it was the rough texture of her tongue that made me go completely crazy. I started begging her, surprising even myself as I was, for the first time in my life, completely able to shamelessly moan into the air. "Ah yes, Lily! Lick my clit, j-just like that!" Lily gladly listened and did as she was told, and kept flicking her talented tongue over my clit. My body began squirming and writhing as I felt myself nearing another orgasm already, and my I alternated between moans, soft whimpers, and loud screams. It felt so much better than anything I had ever dreamed of. When she thrust twe fingers into me, I had another piercing orgasm, but she didn't let it bother her. Keeping up the pace with her tongue, she began vigorously fingering my dripping pussy, making me scream as I squirmed from one climax into the next. I literally lost count of how many peaks I reached, but I honestly wasn't paying attention to the specific number. The only thing I knew is that this was doubtlessly the best thing I had ever experienced. Eventually, after Lily felt me becoming increasingly exhausted, she slowed down, and pulled her fingers out. I held my arms out again, and she now hugged me, pressing her lips against mine. I could taste myself on her lips and tongue, and I could feel her wet fingers caressing my back as we embraced. Our voices kept quiet, and we let our bodies and eyes do the speaking. God, I was so happy. In a moment of distraction, I turned my head and checked the time on my alarm clock. Four in the afternoon. We had enough time left to explore ourselves and each other further, and to talk about our future. Our future. I still feel warm when I think of how good the mere thought felt. --- Hope you liked it! More to come, definitely. If I can get myself to dedicate some time to it. Comments/ratings/feedback may be able to motivate me though! ;) Maybe even suggestions for what's to come... Remember that I'm a very inexperienced writer.