When I opened my eyes, the first rays of sunshine splashed across my face. I kissed Stuart, my little stuffed lion, and let him rest on my bedside table after putting both feet on the wooden floor. I took off my pajamas, and looked at my naked body in the mirror, my little nipples were starting to grow, little by little, and under my panties my first pubic hairs were hiding. 

I turned a couple of times in front of the mirror and let my hair down, and I saw with joy that it was already covering my nipples. That summer I had let it grow, because I had heard that the boy I like preferred women with long hair. Mom didn't like the idea because she said it would get too dirty with the farm chores, but she didn't forbid me to do it either.

I pulled down my panties, getting completely naked, turned to Stuart, and parted my crotch lips as far as I could, showing my greatest intimacy to my dear lion, "Do I look pretty to you, Stuart? Would you like me to be your wife?" I said to my teddy, offering my body to him, as I did every morning for practice. My cousin, who was older now, had told me that men were only interested in seeing and having what we had between our legs, so I began to get ready for my boy.

I smiled, and kissed my little lion again before I put my underwear back on to start getting dressed before going downstairs for breakfast. Sometimes I thought about what Stuart would be like if he were a real lion. We cougars are medium-sized felines, but lions, or at least all the ones I had seen, were huge. Luckily, my boy was also a cougar, almost as big as father.

When I went down to the kitchen, my brother was finishing his breakfast, still having a slice of bread and butter left on his plate waiting for the young feline to finish drinking his coffee. He looked at me, and pointed to a place at the table where a plate of scrambled eggs, slices of toast, and a cup of tea awaited.

I sat down in my place, and thanked him for preparing breakfast for me. The aroma of the food my brother was preparing was the highlight of the morning. He was a quiet man, but very masculine and skilled with many things.

"Do you like my new dress?" I asked him as I finished breakfast while he washed the dishes.

When he turned his head, he stared at me for a moment and then nodded, "Remember to wash your plate," he told me.

"Where are the others?" I asked, as I peeked out the window and didn't see Dad or Mom near the chicken coop, which was the first place they visited in the morning.

"They left early for town. They would go to pick up Grandma and then travel to the city. The doctors have to do a complex study on her knee and told me they would be back tomorrow afternoon," my dear brother explained to me.

"Does that mean we can take the whole day to rest?" I asked excitedly. The idea of taking a leisurely stroll through the countryside, watching my beloved perspire that plaid shirt he had chosen today; enjoying the afternoon in the shelter of my room while I would hear how he secretly enjoyed his manhood, believing that no one notices what he does; returning to dine quietly and alone with that man who made my heart race, knowing that, before sleeping, he would take a long shower and I would take the opportunity to steal for a moment his underwear, which would still hold the scent of his seed. The whole situation, which was drawn in my mind, felt like a strange and intimate gift from some kind god.

"That means we're going to have to take care of everything. The chickens and pigs aren't going to wait until tomorrow to eat," my brother explained, in a tired voice as he dried and put away his plate.

"Yesssssss! Just kidding! We finish our chores first and then rest," I replied, making it clear to him that I knew what we had to do.

"I'll start with the chickens, wash your plate and catch up with me soon. Don't hang around wasting time, it's hot and I don't want to spend all day outside," the other feline told me, as he walked out of the house, heading for the chicken coop.

I stared at my brother's backside through the window as he slowly walked away. That dull yellow fur, covering his young musculature, carved by years of work on the farm, a strength that could overpower any girl to take whatever he wanted, any way he wanted. I closed my eyes and let out a moan, imagining him on top of me, as a tingle spread between my legs.

I sighed, picked up my plate and got up to wash it. As the warm water soaked the sponge in my hand, I remembered my brother in the shower again, the image fresh in my mind. A few days earlier, my parents had gone to bed early, and my brother had left the bathroom door open while he showered. I had gone downstairs for a glass of water, and seeing that strange opportunity, I peeked out the door and stared at the silhouette of the young cougar. His tail snaked as the water fell over him, seeming to call me to join him in his intimate moment of grooming. His member slowly rose as he soaped his lower body parts, and softened again as he rinsed himself off. The more I watched him, the more my legs trembled, I needed him inside me, my beautiful brother, I needed him to take care of me, to make me his female and allow me to carry his children in my womb.

I dried my hands and walked out of the house, I headed towards the chicken coop pantry, grabbed a bag of corn and walked over to where my brother was to help him feed the birds, "Daniel! I'm here!" I alerted the other feline, and started throwing the corn on the ground.

"Good... throw some in that corner, let the chickens eat separately so they don't fight," my brother told me, pointing with his finger to the other end of the place.

I nodded, and went to put corn in the area my boy had indicated. As I fed the chickens, I took the opportunity to tempt my brother, bending over every time he looked in my direction, lifting my tail and wagging my hips.

When we finished with the chickens, we went to the pig pens next to the coop. I was in charge of giving them water while my brother filled their feeders. Then we stopped for a moment to rest, watching the animals feeding. Just then, a huge rooster approached a small hen, mounted on her, and they both began flapping desperately.

"Do you have a girlfriend, brother?" I asked him as I felt a slight tingle as I watched the birds mating.

"Nah, it's too annoying and expensive. Besides, in the dorm we have a friend who acts as a girlfriend for all of us," the young feline said, sketching a smile, remembering someone.

"One of the guys in the dorm is everyone's girlfriend? But... You're only supposed to have one girlfriend for yourself, and it's also supposed to be a girl right?" I asked again, now more intrigued.

"In college things are more complex than that, plus he's a very good girlfriend, although... he yells quite a bit. I guess he still hasn't gotten used to all the love we give him," my brother replied.

"I guess he must cook and do housework very well... " I said as I thought about the situation.

"Nope, he has no idea how to even boil an egg, and the dishes are always washed by me," Daniel added, taking one more handful of corn and throwing it on the floor.

"He can't cook, he's a screamer, you have to share him with the others, plus he's a boy! He' s a terrible girlfriend!" I said, very indignant.

"That's why I told you things are more complex in college," the feline said, looking at me with a smile.

"I'm sure I'd make a thousand times better girlfriend than him!" I snarled angrily.

"Ha ha! But you're still a baby!" my brother said to me, laughing.

"That's not true!" I shouted.

"Of course it is, you're a tiny little chick!" the feline mocked again, placing a hand on my head and ruffling my hair.

With my face red with anger, I freed myself from my brother's hand, distanced myself from him a few steps, lifted my dress and pulled down my panties, showing Daniel my genitals. "See, I already have hair down there! Cousin Julia told me that when you have hair you are already a woman!" I shouted back at him, with a sense of victory as I showed him my adulthood.

Daniel stood with his mouth open, staring at me, paying special attention to my vagina, as he swallowed saliva, his face turned red and his legs trembled, trying to restrain himself from throwing himself on me.

"Now can I be your girlfriend?" I asked my brother.

"My girlfriend?" he asked in surprise.

"Yes! I'm a better girlfriend than your friend!" I said again.

The feline came over to me, pushed me against the grass and threw himself on top of me, pinning me with his hands and knees, "You are such a slut, little sister You will be a very good girlfriend!" said Daniel, panting and lifting my dress again.

"Ouch, I'll be your girlfriend, but don't be so rough!" I replied to my boy, unable to move.

"Good! Then we'll be a couple. But remember that you wanted it," he made it clear to me, Daniel, baring his teeth.

My brother lowered one of his hands down to his pants, unzipped his pants and settled in, lowering his pelvis onto mine, allowing me to feel a warm, wet tip between my legs.

"Brother, that's you... "I tried to speak, but Daniel's other hand covered my muzzle.

"Shh, now I will turn you into a real woman and you can be my girlfriend," my brother said, puffing out his chest and squeezing his hand tighter to keep me quiet.

I was excited and scared, I had never been able to feel my brother so close to me. The strength in his hands was noticeable, his heavy knees pressed on my legs and didn't allow me to move. The potent smell of male sweat could be felt, making me remember the used clothes I enjoyed while my brother showered.

Daniel began to move his hips, ramming me slowly, touching my skin all over, plunging and wetting my fur with his warm member, desperately seeking my vagina. 

I felt strange, it tickled me every time his penis reached me. At one point the situation was funny to me because I remembered the cock riding the hen, I felt like the hen, I just lacked a pair of wings to flap them while my boy mated with me.

My brother looked me in the eyes, settled his hips and rammed me again. There I felt it, his meat found its target and entered me, my legs trembled and I felt an uncomfortable tingle. The big feline gasped in desperation, while only the tip of his penis remained inside me. A moment later, he gave a hard thrust.

My eyes filled with tears as I felt a terrible pain inside me, I wanted to move but I couldn't, I tried to scream but my brother's hand wouldn't let me. His member plunged completely inside me, hurting me deep inside my body, breaking something that would never heal again.

The burning was unbearable, I was afraid and my heart was beating frantically. My brother began ramming me again, this time without fail, thrusting in and out of my vagina, tearing my insides with the barbs of his hard member, producing a violent splash every time our pelvises collided.

Daniel's movements only became rougher, forcing me to bury my claws in the dirt to make the pain more bearable. I felt my crotch wet, it burned, it hurt, I wanted to run away but I couldn't.

My brother grunted, gave one last thrust and lay still inside me, flooding me with his seed. He removed his hand from my muzzle, licked my lips and rose up, disengaging himself from me.

I lay still, my tears had dried, my eyes were red, my breathing was still uncontrolled, and my hands were shaking. Standing before me, my brother watched me. His penis, now flaccid, was slowly contracting, soaked with blood that was not his and genital fluids, below it hung the huge testicles that had emptied inside me.

Daniel took a handkerchief out of his pocket, dried his penis, and pulled up his pants, "I'm going to water the cows. You take a bath, I want my girlfriend clean," my brother ordered me.

I let out a moan and replied, "Yes..."

"Yes What? Is that how a good girlfriend responds?" asked Daniel.

"Yes, my love..." I replied, thinking about how mommy responded to daddy.

"Good girl! When you're done, get dressed in mommy's underwear and wait for me in your room. I'll be back to fuck you a couple more times before lunch." explained Daniel, settled his clothes, and left to continue with his duties.

When I stopped hearing my brother's footsteps, I brought my hand up to my vagina, slipped two fingers inside me, collecting the fluids coming out of my insides, and put my hand in front of my face. A thick, whitish liquid soaked my fingers, mixing with a little blood, coming from the same place.

I sighed, closed my eyes, and caressed my stomach. My brother had made me his girl, my boy had knocked me up. In one day, he had made me his girlfriend and soon I will be a mother. I had finally achieved my deepest dream, I just hope Stuart doesn't get jealous. I guess the little lion will still be able to sleep with me as long as our parents are home, but it will be our secret.