Behind the closed door, a tumultuous storm was underway. The water thrashed and waves tall and wide broke and crashed against one another. Tidal eruptions and torrential winds whipped the foam of the sea about in a maelstrom great enough to swallow a solid continent.
	A knock. “Hey! You two finish up in there, okay? Ice-cream and then bed.”
	Mother nature had spoken, and peace was brought back to the world.
	”Yes mom!” The twins called back from the tub. They ceased their quarreling and concluded their bath.
	On the walls and floor, and even as far as the mirror, it was a murder-scene of bubble-splatter. It slowly fell and pooled, creeping like sludge down the tile and glass, and on the floor.
	Finished with her scrubbing, Lauren stood up. The bubbles about her clung to different parts of her body, including a large puff that gathered at a distinct junction below her navel.
	Her sister stifled laughter, which made her look down. She giggled, and reached down to work some of the froth to where she wanted it, collecting it about her hips. “There,” she whispered, making it look as though she were wearing a pair of bubble-underwear.
	Whether finished with her own bath or not, Alexis stood up and made to do something similar. She gathered some foam and placed it on her shoulders, scooped more and settled it on her tummy, and finally dipped down to hug some more against the sides of her own hips.
	She saw her sister's bubble-underwear and raised it with bubble-lingerie, leaving her soft chest and vibrant, pink slit nearly the only things not covered.
	Both of them began giggling as the bubbles started to quickly lose structure and crawl down their bodies, gathering over their mounds and dripping from between their legs.
	”It's like he just cummed in us,” Alexis whispered, standing with her legs a bit apart, allowing a sizable ball of bubbles to eventually fall away from her groin.
	Stifling their giggles, they heard a noise from beyond the door. They clasped their hands to their petite chests and stared toward the entrance to the bathroom. But the door was still shut, their antics still shrouded and secrecy.
	Hastily they splashed each other free of their bubble-outfits and stumbled out of the tub, reaching for the hooded towels to dry off.
	They had gone very far outside of their own characters in the last week. They made certain to quell their usual brashness in curiosity and also pay attention to not mix up each other's clothing from the morning.
	They kept their antics behind closed doors, in the privacy of only one-another. Aside from today when they deliberately came from the Colonel's without wearing underwear underneath their clothes, not a sock was mixed up in the other's bag.
	Thankfully, it was sort of usual for them to situate the hooded towels around them and scamper through the house nude toward their rooms. With recent events in mind, they absolutely loved the thrill of the wind against their damp, bare mounds, which made the dash go by much quicker.
	To the parents' eyes, it looked like they were just in a more competitively heated race than usual.
	From behind one closed door to another, Alexis slammed their bedroom door shut, though turning around to lock it quietly.
	Lauren spread her arms and her sister came in for the hug. Their tummies pressed together as they freed the towels from off the other's shoulders. Their embrace in the buff lasted only a few seconds, the separation motivated by ice-cream, and chased into the walk-in closet.
	Though originally lined on either side with outfits intended to separate them by twin, the sisters had grown to disregard the dichotomy and homogenize the whole thing only just recently. The only semblance of order was that one corner on one side had their day-outfits; the other corner their pajamas and gowns; the other corner-and-a-half on the other side their dance leotards, tights, and dresses; and then some cold-season clothes tucked away in the last corner, the rest packed away until the season actually hit.
	To them, the closet was spacious. It was definitely a boon, considering between the two of them there were a lot of clothes, and without the closet it would have been a family nightmare to manage all of it, let alone everything else. Always at the back of the closet was a plastic step-ladder that they used to stand on to get whatever clothes they wanted down. It had super-glue holding one of the steps in place, because when they bickered and struggled, finding a spot that was stable and could support both of their weight was not always in their minds.
	Also in the back was a mirror. It was leaned against the wall, so it looked a bit upward, but it was big enough that both of them could stand in it and gauge their reflection. Alexis used it to self-consciously check her rear in a bent-over position while her sister retrieved the pajamas.
	”Whattaya doin'?” Lauren questioned, retrieving a pair of nightgowns that looked similar.
	”Trying to see if I can see my cutie like this,” she replied, and bent over more, resting her hands on the ground, her stance transitioning into one of the stretches they do in warm-ups. But instead of a pair of tights and a leotard to cover her, the fur on her butt-cheeks reflected the overhead light and her pink lips were left exposed and a little pronounced in the exaggerated posture.
	”Look later,” Lauren said with irritation, “I want ice-cream.”
	Alexis felt the soft fabric drape over her back and block her view as it was tossed onto her upheld rear. She stood up, letting it fall off of her, and squatted down to pick it up.
	The gowns her sister had gotten were of a similar style. Hers was red at the shoulders, orange dominating the majority of the torso, and purple where the seam rested just above her knee-caps. Her sister's was white where hers was red, and an icy-blue where hers was orange.
	It was a pair of themed gowns they had gotten that resembled the rising and the setting sun. They gave off a sheen, reflecting the light above in the ruffles that collected around their bodies. They both loved these, and the other nylon gowns they had, because of how smooth they felt.
	While Lauren was still tracing her hands across the slippery fabric to smooth it over her body, Alexis ducked beneath the clothes to the little dresser-drawer that had the matching underwear. Retrieving the two pairs of panties, she tossed the ice-blue colored ones to her sister, keeping the twilight-orange ones for herself.
	Pulling the gowns up and holding them by their chins, they shimmied the cotton panties up their legs and tied the loops about the bases of their tails. Mounds modest, they let their gowns fall in unison and scurried out of the closet before their mom came to get them.
	”You guys settle down, now,” their mom said as they power-walked into the kitchen. “Dad went to bed early so wait till you get back to your room before you start rough-housing.”
	The twins nodded compliantly as they watched their mom dish them each a small bowl of mint chocolate-chip ice cream.
	They took their servings and scampered to the table, where their spoons were already waiting. Mom came to sit with them, huffing as she slumped down opposite Lauren. She watched her little girls eat for a moment or two, knowing full well the sugar would wire them up for another hour at least before sending them crashing down into their beds. It was Friday night, and already past nine—their usual bedtime was at eight.
	From the hall, the gentle rumble of the washing machine stopped, and a low buzz signaled the end of the load. Silently she dismissed herself to go change it to the dryer.
	Alexis's eyes followed her mom's bushy white tail as it swayed with each step. Then, the black kitten abruptly jabbed her spoon into the other solid scoop of ice cream, for she ate her ice-cream one whole scoop at a time.
	Lauren noted that her sister abruptly stopped eating her ice cream, and gave her a curious look, pulling her spoon from her mouth. Her black-furred twin grinned, and pulled the spoon up after a few more seconds, quickly licking it free of the melted cream.
	Then Lauren's eyes followed as her sister shifted in her seat, taking the spoon below the table. Her clothes rustled, and then suddenly her sister gasped and shivered.
	Looking toward the hall, Lauren set her spoon in the melted ice cream as well. Her heart thundered as she counted the seconds by, getting to twenty before deciding it was ready. She pulled the spoon out and quickly sucked it clean of the ice cream, pulling the hem of her gown up and the crotch of her underwear aside as she did. She quickly pressed the spoon to her nethers, and felt the cold chill against her tender lips. She braved it further, pointing the spoon toward her entrance and slipping it in just a bit.
	Her sister's eyes went wide and her face grinned with both excitement and jealousy as she righted herself in her chair. She had seen how her sister was pushing the spoon into her entrance, shivering and breathing heavily.
	”You guys okay in there?”
	Lauren quickly pulled the spoon free and pushed her hem down, the panties only half-returning to fully cover her privates. She looked toward her mom with a half-petrified expression as she turned the corner.
	”Laurie ated too fast,” Alexis stated, covering for her sister's deer-in-headlights gawk. “I tol' ya 'da slow down.” She admonished, the spoon against her cheek distorting her words.
	Bringing her hand to her forehead, Lauren pretended to soothe the headache the brain-freeze gave her.
	”Both of you need to learn to slow down, if you ask me.” Their mom teased, sitting back down.
	Lauren did her best to eat, and silently readjust her underwear at the same time. She wound up giving up, opting to close her thighs tightly and leaning forward, instead.
	With their mom in their presence, they quietly finished their servings and proffered their bowls for her to take. With a sigh, she collected them, and ordered them off to their rooms—quietly.
	Only their feet made noise as they dashed off for the night.
	Their room was on the completely opposite side of the house from their parents'. Since it was single-story, the house was fairly modest, but it was built for a family of five. There were two bedrooms on one side, including the master where their parents slept; one bedroom toward the back, and another two on the other side. The kitchen and living room were pretty much one big room, with a work-room sectioned off entirely. A large playroom took up the space that led to the twins' room, the other bedroom, and the bathroom.
	Theirs was the only house in the cul-de-sac that did not have a garage.
	This time, Alexis was the first to pass the threshold, running to jump on their bed. Lauren shut and locked their door, and turned toward the bed.
	She spotted her sister's orange rump beneath the nightgown, and charged forward.
	Alexis squealed when her sister's muzzle went to forbidden territory, rolling over and batting to get her to recede. Giggling, her sister pulled out from beneath the nightgown, and hopped up on the bed.
	”We don' wanna make noise yet, stupid!” Alexis whispered her scolding. “We gotta wait till mom goes to sleep, too.”
	Lauren huffed. “Well then cover up yer big orange butt,” she retorted, reaching down and pulling up the front of her sister's nightgown.
	Alexis gave her a stink-face, but did nothing to straighten out the nightgown, leaving most of her panty-covered groin exposed.
	After a moment of relative stillness, the white kitten began to stir. She sat up, raised her heels, and pivoted on the bed, to lie back down with her head near her sister's ankles. She lifted her rear up, and hiked the hem of her own nightgown up to the small of her back.
	She gazed toward her sister's crotch, and widened her own just a little. Her eyes flitted up, and she saw her sister looking at her display. She grinned, and lifted her arm up to rest on her sister's shins. With her thumb, she pulled the tangerine-colored crotch of the panties aside.
	The twins jumped as their mom rapped on the door. “I know you didn't brush your teeth,” she warned.
	Groaning, the twins shuffled off the bed and opened the door. Their mom pointed to the bathroom and ushered them along when they dragged their feet. She followed her daughters in, to ensure they brushed thoroughly and didn't skimp on mouthwash.
	”You two are about due for a grooming,” she commented, taking the fur-brush to straighten their hair. “I'm just glad you two aren't as fluffy as your father.”
	They brushed, flossed, and used their mouthwash, all while ignoring their mother as she thinned their coats. All too eager to get back to their room, Alexis broke away while her sister was snagged so their mom could finish her task.
	Lauren huffed, earning a light scolding from her mother. “You don't want to be ugly like your sister, do you?” She questioned, earning a giggle from the girl. After a few more tense moments of Lauren wanting to get away, she was finally released.
	Like a cloud in a time-lapse, Lauren bounded toward the room and locked herself in with her sister. But when she looked toward the bed, her sister was gone. “Lexi?” She called, hairs on the back of her neck pricking up—this wasn't the first time this meant an ambush attack.
	”Closet,” came the black kitten's voice.
	Lauren double-checked the lock and made her way into the narrow walk-in. “Whatchya doin' back in here?” She saw her sister standing in front of the mirror.
	Alexis had the hem of her nightgown clutched in her paws, lifting it up to examine her panty-covered mound. “Ch—checkin' to see if I... um... look sexy in... in my undies...” she said.
	Lauren stepped directly behind her sister and took over the task of holding up the nightgown. “Yer not gonna start whinin' about being fat or something, are ya?”
	The kitten gave a huff. “No!” She nudged her rear back to bump into her sister. “I just... was hoping Justy would... y'know,” she lowered her voice. “Stick his dick in my cutie again, today...”
	Lauren rolled her eyes. “Why did'n'ya just ask him to?”
	”C—cuz... I'unno!” The black kitten huffed in frustration. “I'm 'fraid he'll get annoyed at me if I ask all the time...” She trailed.
	Lauren grinned, swaying the hem of the nightgown teasingly. “Afraid of askin' him if you can sit on his lap all naughty, with his cock in you all day long?”
	”Laurie!” She mewled.
	”Think if you look sexy 'nuff he'll say yes?” She teased, taking a bit of delight in how her sister's cheek-fur started to puff with embarrassment. “You sure he cares if you wear undies?” She questioned, dropping the hem.
	”He looked like he liked the ones Ashy wore the other day...”
	”I'unno...” She said with a dubious inflection. “He prolly doesn't notice 'em with how fast they come off. Heck,” she stepped into the mirror and lifted her own hem, showing off her pale white legs and the icy-blue-colored triangle that concealed her mound. “I bet he would'n'even notice if we swapped each other's undies.”
	Alexis scrunched her face. “You actually betting?” She challenged.
	The white kitten's cleaned teeth showed in the mirror. “Sure,” she said.
	”How much you willin'?”
	”Um... Let's say three.”
	”'Kay. How do we test it?”
	”Easy. Tomorrow, before we go swimming, you try 'ta give him a good look at your undies. Then, later, we'll switch, and try to get him to look at our undies again—but you can't hint or anything, cuz if you do you au'maduck'ly lose.”
	The black kitten pursed her muzzle for a few seconds in thought. “Yer on,” she stated, proffering her outside hand while still looking in the reflection.
	They shook.
	After the bet was sealed, Lauren pulled her sister's hand toward her.
	Alexis turned to face her sister as her hand was guided underneath the gown. She pressed her fingers against the slightly damp fabric, and rubbed the cotton over her sister's downy-furred crotch.
	Lauren's whiskers twitched with her cheeks. Her sister took charge right away, petting and rubbing from the back of her clad slit to the front. She began breathing heavily through her nose, and finally her lips fell ajar. She widened her heels and held her sister by the shoulders, biting her lip when the rubbing fingers began pushing up firmly. She raised up on her tip-toes, the touch pleasing but her instincts shying from it.
	After a moment, the touch fell away altogether, and Lauren's heels eased down.
	Alexis lowered as well, dropping to her knees. She crouched low enough to dip her head beneath the hem of her sister's gown. Within the gown, the smell of her sister's femininity was well-contained and captured. It further saturated her nostrils as she slid her fingers into the elastic band of the icy-blue panties, and began shimmying them down.
	She felt her sister's hands pressing onto her head on the outside of the gown. When the panties fell to the ankles, she freed one of her sister's feet by tugging up on the calf.
	For a few seconds, Lauren's weight shifted entirely on the grounded leg, and her sister forced her stance to be wider still when her pad finally touched the carpet. She held her breath, and then closed her eyes when she felt the touch.
	Alexis prodded her index finger against her sister's petite slit. She could barely see her own digit slide up into the warm, slick passage of her sibling's most intimate of places. The knee to her right quivered, and the hands pressing against her head buckled, the fingers trying to grip but slipping on the smooth nylon.
	Lauren's jaw fell relaxed as the finger slipped out and back in. Each time, it pushed in more firmly, more deeply. She bent her knees just slightly to keep from trembling, putting herself in a bit of a horse-stance. She began rubbing the gown around her, encouraging her sister.
	Alexis's cheeks began to burn when she heard her sister try to catch and hold onto the moans that threatened to leave her throat. She grinned, slowing her fingering so she could add another soldier to the ranks. She slid both fingers as far up into her sister's snug cunny as she could. The pink flesh of her passage was more smooth and delicate than the fabric around her body. When she was well inside of her sibling, she twiddled her digits and tickled the slippery flesh.
	Lauren fought to keep as quiet as she could, doing well to only let out guttural clicks and quiet whimpers of pleasure. Her thighs tensed and her knees began to tremble again, and she wiggled them back and forth to try and control the erratic movement they wanted to make.
	Then it all came crashing down.
	Lauren felt the rapid, strong strokes of the tip of her sister's tongue assaulting her clitoris. From her wide stance and the distraction of the turbulent fingers, the pleasure that erupted from her tiny button toppled her over the edge.
	Her pelvis bucked, accentuated by the way her sister reached up and pressed her hand to the base of her tail and helped push her. She tightened her tummy to keep from speaking the voice of her orgasm. The suppression of her inhibitions intensified the pleasure that much more, it last several seconds longer before it left her committing her weight to her sister for support.
	Alexis slid her fingers free from her sister's thoroughly quenched flower. Its nectar even dripped onto her hand for a few seconds until the puffy pink petals gently sealed together.
	Lauren fell back on her rump, the practiced tumble executed purely through muscle-memory as she sprawled out on the cream-colored carpet. She gazed up at forest of hanging garments, her pupils lazily chasing the sparkles that fizzled over her eyes.
	The afterglow lasted only a few moments before she recovered, able to sit upright. Her sister was squatting, facing her. Lauren's eyes fell to the orange panties exposed between her sister's fanned knees, the gown scrunched up at the base of her thighs.
	A toe ventured forward.
	”Eep!” Alexis uttered, clasping her hands over her groin and tipping backwards as the toe threatened to push against her nethers. She giggled when her sister pounced, squirming and batting at the groping hands.
	After a time, the struggling was more an aide than an impediment, and the fur on the black twin's chest caught the light above in a waxy sheen. Her sister chucked the dusk-themed nightgown toward the closet door, leaving her modest only around her pelvis.
	Lauren pressed a finger to her lips and shushed her sister. “You wanna make mom come in here and cetch's half'a-nekkie?”
	The black kitten's white teeth beamed as she lashed with her hands to the hem of her sister's gown, and tugged it up her sister's body.
	Lauren huffed as she was disrobed by her sister, the garment landing with a bellow underneath their leotards, in the shadow. “Fine,” she stuck her tongue out. “Just nekkie.” She scooted back and tugged at her sister's panties.
	Alexis lifted her hips and swiveled to the side, reaching back to undo the tie around her tail. She worked free of the panties more than the panties worked free of her, as she fumbled toward the closet door. She shut it quietly, and turned off the light.
	Still seeing wiggles of purple light in her vision, the black kitten reached out into the darkness and carefully walked forward. Her sister must have done the same, because they met sooner than she expected. Their hands bumped into each others' arms, and they quickly guided one another into a nude embrace.
	Fingers groped rears and pressed against the smalls of backs. They pressed their pelvises forward, trying to put as much pressure against their downy-furred mounds as possible. They began to breathe heavily as they fought to draw a sting of pleasure by rubbing their clitoris against the other's bony pubis.
	Their lips came together in a kiss, their flat, chubby chests leaning upon one another. Their nipples grew pert and sifted through freshly-groomed long fur, occasionally clashing together to send a tickle of tingles through their immature bosoms.
	Their kiss broke, each uttering heavy breaths that filled the dark-cramped room as they supported each other for balance. The mutual teasing sent heat to their groins, chests, and cheeks; just enough to make their limbs twitch and quiver with anticipation.
	”I really really wish you were a boy,” Alexis whispered, the sensations making her giddy with excitement.
	”Cuz If I was, you'd want me to fuck your cutie all the time?”
	”Uh-huh,” she sighed, almost disappointed that it wasn't true.
	”What if you were the boy? Then I could taste your cum whenever I wanted...” Lauren's voice trailed, also with a bit of disappointment.
	”Nnnnngh!” Alexis grunted with frustration, grabbing her sister and catching one of her legs between hers. She huffed with need as she tried desperately to grind against the soft fur, tickling and teasing herself but not gaining the kind of satisfaction she wanted. “Mmmmh... I really need a big dick in my cutie right now...”
	Lauren giggled. “You're silly when you're like that.”
	Alexis whimpered. “Don't make funn'a me...”
	”You get all into it,” the white kitten smiled in the dark as she reached down. “Wonder what he'd think if you told him how you wanna just climb in his lap'n...” She trailed, licking her muzzle with her tongue as she slid two of her fingers into her sister's sex.
	Alexis mewled and her legs instinctively snared her sister's hand.
	”Whoa,” Lauren muttered. “You're all hot and slippy inside,” she wiggled her fingers, teasing her sister's smooth and tender passage. She took a kind of visceral glee in the way her sister's knees began to tremble and how her rump raised up as if she wanted to get away. “Now I kinda wish I had a dick, too...” She thought, feeling how her sister's passage squeezed so strongly around her fingers. “I bet it feels good for him when he puts it in an' iss'all snuggly...”
	Alexis bit her lip to keep from crying out. Somehow being in the dark made it different, like she could focus on the tingling and the pleasure without any distraction. Glitter dazzled her in vision like the static on an old TV, intensifying with every moment. But then, just as she was getting some traction toward that blissful treatment of ecstasy, the fingers abruptly retreated.
	”Calm down,” Lauren shushed, scolding her sister's guttural pleas to continue. She pushed away.
	”You—”
	Lauren shushed her sister more harshly.
	Teeming with both pleasure and anger now, Alexis reached down to try and keep the yearning in her cutie sated. She was distracted by the soft glow that broke the darkness. Her sister stood at the door, peeking out.
	Her rhythm slowed, only now realizing what her sister might have been alerted to. With only the barest bit of attention to her groin, she managed to quell her excitement to focus on straining her ears.
	The rift of soft, gray light caste into the closet as her sister darted away. She heard the rustle of fabric, and the light was interrupted once more. Then, the door was pushed wider, and Lauren stepped through the threshold with a twirl.
	Closed back in the dark, Alexis rushed toward the door, clumsily bumping it and finding the knob. She peeked out, only to see her sister's yellow eyes glaring expectantly back at her, face just a few inches away.
	”Shut the door.” She hissed.
	Meekly. Alexis obeyed. Heart racing with adrenaline, she heard her sister's footfalls and the thump of the bedroom door shutting.
	She listened for more noises, but above the thrum of her heartbeat and the vibration of her nervous purr, she could not pick up anything else. For some time, she remained still, as if to move would break the walls of the house away and show her bare bottom to the world.
	At some point, it crossed her mind to dress. Quickly after that thought, came one similar to the previous, though less extreme: Her mom catching her nude in the closet, and her sister pointing and ratting her out.
	She heard the door shut. Her eyes and heart pulsed, and she quickly darted to where she thought her gown was, unaware it had been at her feet. She groped in the darkness, but found only the ball of her fist as the dim beam of light streamed into the closet, catching on her black-furred arm—and no doubt on her rump poised toward the entrance.
	But just as quickly as the light had come, it was cut. Back in the dark, there was a stillness. It lasted several seconds.
	”Laurie?” Alexis whispered.
	There came a fwump from behind; an article of clothing had been thrown sharply to the ground.
	Alexis remained on her hands and knees, for there was little point in turning about in the darkness. Her whiskers twitched when she felt her tail ensnared in a grip.
	”I checked for mom and dad,” she said in a normal tone; louder than they had been talking thus far. “There's no lights under the door.”
	Alexis let out a sigh of relief. “For a secon' I thought ya was gonna tattle on me.”
	Lauren giggled. “Huh-uh,” she said, lifting her sister's tail. “'Sides...”
	Alexis's ears twitched, and her body began to tingle as she felt her sister's pubic mound press against her aptly-angled cutie.
	”Then I wouldn't get to have fun en'ee-more.” Lauren began to grind her pubic bone against the presented vulva. Over the next moment, the motions became firmer, until she held onto her sister by the thighs, bucking forth. The actions caused her mound to be veritably dampened by the nectar of her sister's flower.
	The teasing tribadism against Alexis's cutie abruptly fell away. Amidst the heavy breathing and suppressed mews that managed to trickle from her blushing muzzle hidden in the darkness, she reacted with a gulp and began croaking in frustration.
	Until she felt the intrusion.
	The moan that escaped her was uncontrollable; unbridled. After it vibrated from her throat, she felt embarrassed and worried. But those feelings fell away as the intrusion began to deepen. Holding her breath and seeing colors in her eyes, the object went still for just a second, before slowly turning inside her.
	Lauren smiled with an almost fiendish delight. Though she could not see the expression on her sister's face, she could tell by the radiant warmth and by the way the petal's of her sister's cutie twitched and squeezed together at her fingertips, that her actions were turning her sister into putty.
	In the back of her mind, she wondered just how it felt. The brush handle was similar, but very different, to the dick she had squeezed into her own little cutie. It was similar in that it was fairly long, and stiff. But, it was not quite as thick, lacked the sensual heat and tender softness of the flesh, and the handle was molded in a double-helix.
	”How much do you like it?” She asked, leaning forward just a little.
	”K—k—keep going!” Alexis panted. “M-m-move it in'n'out l-like—ahhhh!” Her upper-body slumped to the ground, arms limp and cheek brushing against the carpet. Her abdomen began to clench and her cutie began to squeeze as the makeshift dildo receded. She could feel the way the double-helix plastic put pressure on different points all about her sensitive tunnel. It was almost confusing her with how strangely it touched her walls, and yet in that confusion more pleasure could be found.
	The handle of the brush was worked in and out of her body. It was nowhere near the real-deal dick, but she pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind. She was able to draw upon her one and only experience of taking the thick phallus into her innocent depths, and dousing the coals of lust with creamy cum.
	She imagined it in front of her, offered to do with it what she wanted to her heart's content. She crawled upon his lap, spread her cutie with one hand and held the prize by the fingers of the other. As it slid into her fantasy-self's depths, she kissed him and he helped to pull her down until her clitoris nestled against the soft fur of his sheath.
	Lauren could tell when her sister was about to cum by the way her body quivered with anticipation, and then suddenly stilled. She pulled the brush-handle from her sister's cutie slow enough not to discomfort her, but fast enough that she could lower her muzzle toward her sister's nethers and press her puckered lips to the yearning flesh. She grazed her rough tongue over her sister's clitoris several times, until Alexis was sent over the edge.
	Lauren's heart practically melted. The odor that saturated her nose, pressed against the bottom of her sister's vulva, filled her sinuses with a musk that made her giddy. The muscles of her sister's intimate depths rippled and clenched over her muzzle and tongue as she coaxed the sweet sap from deep within the pith of her innocence. She turned to one cheek, and began to nuzzle the twitching petals, dampening her face in the same vein she dampened her crotch moments before.
	Alexis's orgasm eventually subsided, and she rolled onto her back with exhaustion. Her knees hurt and her neck ached with a crick. As the twinkling stars left her eyes, she felt the weight of her sister straddling her hips.
	Lauren let out a giggle. “I think I like girl-cum just as much as boy-cum.”
	Alexis took a moment to catch her thoughts. “G—girl-cum?” She asked.
	”Uh-huh,” Lauren replied, using her sister's downy fur as a means to pleasurably tickle her labia. “It's diff'rent from boy-cum. But I think I like both.” She ceased her self-teasing and moved to lie on top of her sister.
	Alexis wrapped her arms around her sibling as a reflex. They rolled over and, feeling amorous, began to kiss and tongue-wrestle.
	The sensual kiss was short-lived as Alexis had to catch her breath again. Lauren spoke her thoughts: “I dunno about you, but I'd rather we just had a brother. Then we could both fuck him—you could sit on his dick and I could taste his cum.”
	”Yeah...” Was all Alexis could haphazardly respond.
	Lauren began to feel sleep coming on, and so she began to panic. She slapped her sister's buttocks, stirring the black kitten.
	”Wha'wazzat for?” Alexis grumbled.
	”We gotta put our clothes back on an' get in bed.”
	The black kitten mewed. “I don' wanna put clothes on...I like being nakey more.”
	”Duh,” Lauren got up, “I don't either, but we can't get caught.” She fumbled in the darkness for her clothes, and found a pair of panties. She pulled them up her knees, and heard her sister shuffling about. The underwear made the damp, matted fur more apparent to her skin when she fitted the elastic band about her waist.
	They found their gowns and reluctantly made themselves decent for sleeping. Their heated play began to take its toll on them, the pleasure of their quivering muscles leaving them almost as relaxed as a vigorous dance practice.
	Alexis led the way to the door, not bothering to turn on the light as she opened it. Their room was lit only by the soft, neon-white glow of the nightlight near the locked entrance. As she stepped into the room proper, her sister sidled up behind her and lifted the hem of her gown, exposing her thighs and underwear. She felt the pressure of her sister's palm on her mound, pausing; the mixed feeling of anticipation and weariness making her body quiver with both excitement and reluctance.
	“Hey, Lexi?” Lauren began to rub the soft cotton covering the downy fur.
	”Yeah?” Alexis replied sleepily.
	”If you wanna get Justy to let you sit on his dick, maybe make him excited by wearing a sunny-dress. That way y'can lift it up and show him yer undies real easy.” She tugged on the front of the elastic band. “Y'can give him a good, long look, too—then we'll swap and see if he notices.”
	Alexis giggled. “Okay. I'm gonna enjoy my candy.”
	Lauren huffed, dropping the gown. “Move!” She gently shoved her sister. “I wanna go to bed.”
	They lumbered toward their bed, and dragged themselves up onto the mattress. Without bothering to get beneath the covers, laying upon the comforter, they met once again in the middle of the bed. Their bodies pressed together, hands occasionally reaching down toward their groins, and the hems of their gowns creeping ever up their waists and bellies; they eventually drifted off to sleep, to dream of their most wild desires.