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Times are changing~Rumpleteazer's secret suffering part seven.
As Rumpleteazer and Mungojerrie slept, the breeze flowing through the window was the only noise heard beside the pair's quiet purr-like snoring. Gently stirred by the invisible touch flowing through the window; the pale blue silk curtain appeared as if it was breathing in unison with the calico's peaceful slumber. As midnight turned to the first hour of the new day, the wind suddenly flew into the window and caused the curtain to flip about like a angered tail. For one long moment, the enraged curtain fought against the breeze controlling it's movement before all action ceased and the gentle breathing continued. In that moment, Autumn was over.
Because of the cold, the calico siblings had been unable to leave the house for days. The first day that the fog cleared up and the temperature increased by twenty degrees was enough incentive for the restless cats to venture outside. Easily prone to cabin fever, they had broken quite a number of things by both accident and intention in their games. If they hadn't left the house today, their owners might have kicked them out; or banished them to the guest house. Not that it was with a heavy heart when they ran through the cat-door.
Strolling hand and hand, Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer had spent the morning talking and playing practical jokes on neighboring cats. Their neighbor Wendigo never looked so good as he did covered in ketchup. Still giggling about how the tom looked when the ketchup-filled balloon landed on him; Rumple imitated the way he looked when he walked by pretending to have nervous convulsions as she shook her paws frantically. Jerrie kept imitating the noise of when the balloon had landed on him before making mock noises of the shriek of panic Wendigo had made upon impact. Giggling like old times, Rumple grabbed her brother's hand again as they felt the cloud-covered sun run it's crisp, cold, rays against her fur. Swallowing every other minute, her throat sore from having laughed so much, she looked up at one of the evergreen trees, admiring the way the sun shone through it's limbs. Today has been a great day! Perhaps entranced by her adorable giggles, her brother had begun folding his arms around her petite body in an embrace. Warmed by his touch, a gentle flame had begun to burn in her chest; radiating and warming her stomach almost as if she had dranken something warm. It felt so good to touch him.
Four days and now today…Rumple thought to herself as fuzzy feelings caressed her heart. For almost a week she hadn't felt unhappy; she hadn't felt any pain squeeze her, or sickness overwhelm her. If only things could stay like this… Rumple thought as she felt her brother's paw on her chin; her head lifting obligingly as she closed her eyes softly. Waiting to feel Mungojerrie's lips caress her own. When she didn't feel a peck or even warm breath brush across her face, the queen opened her eyes in confusion.
Across the park, Jellylorum was walking towards them waving hello. Due to the angle, only Jerrie had seen her walking towards them. what is he looking at? Rumpleteazer thought as she turned her head towards the direction his head was turned. What is she doing here? The park Mungo and Rumple were walking through was inbetween Victoria grove and the bad side of London. Being at least ten miles from where Jellylorum lived on the other side of the Junkyard, there was no real reason Rumple could think of why she would be here unless she had shady business in the bad part of town where Rumple and Jerrie hung out sometimes. In her younger days she had been known as Griddlebone, a notorious queen who had given herself up for gold, catnip, and posh serroundings. When her mate died, she had lost interest in stealing, and had soon changed her name to Jellylorum and moved to the good side of London. Sometimes rumple saw old members from Growltiger's reign of crime and terror; but rarely, and now they were middle-aged and mostly retired.
Approaching with a cautious smile, obviously uncomfortable to be in this park of forgotten memories, Jellylorum stopped in front of them before taking something out of a bag slouched over her shoulder. At first, Rumple wondered if it was a piece of paper, but it ended up being a cloth embroided napkin. Handing it out between us, Jerrie seemed to be at odds to why she would be giving us something as mundane as a piece of cloth, so Rumple took it and unfolded it to see the picture. As cats were generally not accustomed to writing, Jenny practiced her embroidery to make her own invitations to little tea socials at her house. Normally, cats such as her and Jerrie…never made the guest list. Please attend between the hours of…at Jennyanydot's handsome homestead. Clear as day, in orange font, were the names: Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer. Rumple looked at her brother with a surprised expression. One tea with her and skimbles and suddenly I make her guest list? Guess its cause I didn't take anything with me when I left…Rumple glanced back at Jellylorum, who was still glancing around the park suspiciously; perhaps anxious of meeting any cats from her old life. As soon as Rumple started folding up the napkin Jellylorum seemed more at ease. " Jenny asked me to deliver this to you." Jellylorum meowed briskly before walking back towards the good side of town.
Watching her leave for a few moments, Rumple looked at her brother; feeling completely taken aback to receive such an invitation. Making a face, rumple nibbled her lip a bit before looking up at Jerrie. " Do you think we should go?" Rumple meowed; feeling a few ice cubes in her stomach. It wasn't that she felt something was…up, it felt right. Jenny was warming up to them and Rumple wasn't sure if she agreed with that. If she made friends with the Gumbie queen, she could no longer tease her. Years of not getting along had settled her feelings of indifference towards her; which now threatened to be uprooted and shaken. Judging by the look on his face, Rumple assumed her brother was feeling the same uneasiness and dread of spending a few hours in her company. He tended to avoid all situations which irked him or made him uncomfortable, so Rumple didn't think he would advise going. Almost grimacing, Mungo frowned as he held the other half of the cloth invitation to reread it over and over. Yes, the gumbie had nice sewing penmenship, but it looked too perfect. Jenny was trying too hard. He laughed a chuckle. " Skimbleshanks probably convinced her to invite us since you had such a lovely time the other night." Rumple frowned before smirking at his sarcasm. Jenny had acted like Rumple was a spook one saw in a mirror last she had tea with the queen. That must be it, she is trying to hard for Skimble's sake. Reasured, the ice cubes vanished and she now looked on the invitation with a snicker.
" Now I get to see that reaction you were telling me about." Mungojerrie meowed, imitating the face Jennyanydot's had made once when she was very worried about something. Rumple laughed heartily at it as they began walking towards cheapside, before slowing down; her laughter quieted because that same joke had happened the other night when they had almost…never mind. Feeling a blush on her face, the calico queen peeked her head up at her brother. If I hadn't pushed him so hard, what would have happened? Seeing that her brother looked just as nervous with one paw scratching behind his ears, she bit her lip to try and keep from blushing more; clasping her paws together and rubbing them to occupy herself. I can hear the crickets chirping…rumple thought, meaning that it was a very awkward moment. Neither of them had brought up what happened the other night, and judging by the silence, Rumple did not believe it would come up anytime soon.
Adrenaline lowing through her veins, Rumpleteazer looked at the nature trail ahead of them, seeing the entranceway to a downtown alleyway of shops and resturaunts, she hoped by the time they reached it the awkwardness would pass. Feeling her brother's strong paw on her waist, Rumple's blush increased but she was more at ease. Scooting a little closer to him, she batted her tail against his own until it tangled in with his and held; like holding hands. Rumple had no idea that her brother's hand had been hovering over her bum debating whether or not to make a move for the past thirty seconds before clutching her waist like a good tom. Looking up at him, she saw his devilishly handsome half-grin and purred loudly as she kissed his cheek and grabbed his hand. later, we'll have to talk about that night. If he doesn't know already, I need to tell him how I feel.
Shivers running through her body from the cold of the cobblestone road beneath her paws; Rumpleteazer walked on wobbly paws until her body adjusted to the frigid stones. Glancing up at the cloudy sky shining down upon them, Rumple could smell the moisture in the air grow stronger; the sky darken. Its going to rain soon. Lifting her nose; embracing the scent of rain wafting through her nose, she almost stumbled when she felt her brother clasp his paw around her fore-arm and tug lightly to get her to follow him. Looking at Mungo curiously, he had a playful smile splashed across his face that just made her heart melt. Sticking his tongue out for a moment, which was something the both of them tended to do sometimes when they were happy, he pointed towards Langley pub; the soft orange glow of the lanturns inside the brick-pelted building indicating a lively crowd. Langley pub, though popular among humans, was generally only visited by thieves or cats with a shady or unknown past. It wasn't a bad place to go, just that it was…avoided by good natured cats. It had been so long since Rumple and Jerrie had been there for a meal that the sheer idea of going inside brought a happy grin to the calico queen's face as she rushed inside with her brother.
Exhilerated with glee, all Rumple could focus on was the scent of pumpkin brewed ale and roasted chicken wafting up her nostrils. The chicken smells framilier… Studying the scent in admiration, it took her all but minute to register the scent. The roasted chicken mungo brought home that night, it was from here. Biting her lip, she saw no other cats in her view so she walked with Jerrie to the quiet tables in the back that were easier to steal from. It would be nice to lick the grease off of him again… Rumple thought, knowing that since she tended to be messy she just knew he would be doing so later tonight.
Setting one paw on the wooden bar often used to set one's feet on as a stepping ladder to leap onto the top of the large green-coated wooden stool, Rumple set her paw on the top and was about to jump when she felt something between her legs. Hot breath. Tilting her head back, she saw that Jerrie was in the process of following her when Rumple had hesitated when he hadn't and his face was almost shoved between her legs. Eyes wide, frozen in one place, Rumple could do nothing but watch her brother's wide eyes soften as they half closed; leaning in. Everlasting cat he's going to lick me! Stunned, her thigh muscles began to shake as she considered what his raspy tongue would feel like down there, fluid wetting her lips as she saw glimpses of that other night flash through her brain. Gushing again when she didn't feel his tongue, but his hot breath persisted to torment her, Rumpleteazer knew deep down she wouldn't mind it. In fact…
Suddenly, her brother pushed his head between her thighs and leapt up; forcing rumple onto the stool. Letting out a little shriek from surprize, the calico queen landed at an odd angle, her elbow throbbing in pain as she was on her hands and knees; her head looking at her brother from between her legs. He was now standing at the spot Rumple used to be, a sheepish grin planted on his mug. Rumple held in a snicker. Of course your all happy! You got quite the view, now, don't you? Knowing she was damp and that Jerrie now knew that, she was petrified to that position. Nurvousness keeping her from moving away. Deep down; however, rumple didn't mind him looking there. Its not like it was a new thing, he had groomed her since they were kittens. Mungo in fact had seen and tasted all of her body until they were the equivalent of about fourteen and had found out how wrong and inappropriate it was to lick each other there. Even if by accident, Rumple was sure her brother had seen her slit. But wet and aroused? That was another matter altogether.
Mesmerized by Mungojerrie's sheepish crooked-grin, Rumple tried to imagine the last time she was aroused and she knew for a fact that her brother knew about it. Locked deep in her subconscious, if not for the circumstances, Rumpleteazer would never have remembered the memory. How could I forget? The calico queen wondered as she felt fluid begin to drip down her lower lips.
Flooding into her mind, Rumpleteazer and Mungojerrie were snuggling together; Having napped most of the day. In her memory she was at that age of around twelve-fourteen in human years. At that age inbetween being a kitten and a teen. Feeling her brother's arms around her waist, the queen felt comforted and secure. Safe. Every so often, Mungojerrie's claws extended as he slept; lightly pricking against her stomach as if subconsciously being possessive and kneading to claim territory. Back then, they lived in a room at the opposite side of Victoria Grove. Still adjusting from the change to their new home in Victoria Grove, Rumple and Mungo had yet to leave the room. Perhaps it was due to the stress of the move that her body's natural clock had been put on hold; but, whatever the reason, that day was the day her kitten-hood was over.
While the young queen slept beside Jerrie, comforted by her brother's purr against her back. Feeling his warm breath caress and warm her fur as he nuzzled his nose into her neck fur; the queen had begun to create a unique scent for the first time in her life. A spicy version of her cinnamon-like scent that was in no other word: intoxicating. The creation of this scent was constantly keeping her lubricated, warming her lower lips to the point of feeling like burning, and disrupting her sleep. Waking from her dreams, the queen looked around the darkened cubby of the inside of a cat tree before the impact of her…situation, took over her body. It burns! Great Everlasting cat make it stop! It wasn't that the burning hurt, it was just under the pain radar. It was so pleasurable that the sensations almost felt like pain.
Tossing and turning in her fight against the sensations, Rumple felt the rough carpet against her slit as the image of being caressed or pounded entered her brain and Rumple's legs spread unwillingly as she stared up at the dark carpeted wall. Kneading just about everything her paws could touch, she rubbed her back and bottom against the carpeted floor of the cubby, trying anything she could to stop the strange and powerful sensations shivering throughout her body. Whats happening to me! The queen thought in desperation, trying so hard to stop rocking because she was slowly inching her crotch towards the wall, and she knew what she would do once she felt the carpet down there. She would do what her whole body was doing against the carpet and rub her slit against the carpeted wall. Twinges of fear mingled in with the confusion and dismay of the situation; panic racing through her body as she began to pant heavily and whimper. What scared her most was how badly she wanted to feel the carpet rub over her lower lips. Would it help? Would it make the burning tingles stop?. Each new sensation made more shivers flow through her insides; making her gush as she tossed and turned; writhing in pleasurable agony.
It was her constant tossing and turning that woke her brother up from his slumber. Doing what he often did to try and convince her to go back to sleep, he groomed along her shoulder a few strokes; his way of saying Its alright, just a bad dream or Lets sleep more. He did not want to wake up. In the amount of time it took for his groggy, woken-up, face to wince in irritation while running his tongue against her shoulder; Rumple's heat scent wafted up his nose. For a split second, the tom's eyes widened before lust consumed his system and his eyes softened to a heated expression. Looking at his sister in a way he had never looked at her before, he began to lick her fur in a sensual way. Enjoying the taste of her skin against his tongue; not minding the occasional strand of fur sticking to his tongue. He was wide awake now, and almost kissing her skin.
Eyes closed, paws kneading the floor, all Rumple could focus on was the unquenchable urge to rub herself against the carpet. Making whimpering moans she had never made before, she heard her brother groan when he heard her sounds; which made the burning feeling highten and she squeezed the floor as she tried to contain he urge to throw herself at her brother. As the tips of the carpet ticked between her legs, she was driven her mad with need as her paws ripped through the carpet to keep from tilting her hips and rubbing like she badly wished to. In that moment when she ripped the carpet, she had cried out a moan loudly. Not from feeling the carpet rip beneath her pads, not just from the burning warmth between her legs, but from her brother's tongue caressing beside her earlobe. Being in heat hightened every sensation. The slow licks she felt against her neck to her collar bone were so raspy, it was as if she had no fur inbetween his tongue and her flesh. Feeling his breath against her skin as he licked harder, Mungojerrie's paw that had been pushed away from her turning, gripped her stomach again. The tips of his claws pricking against her belly. The pinch, though it hurt a little, caused warming sensations to shiver between her legs like being rubbed from the inside of her skin and the queen gasped as she felt a small amount of fluid ran down her bottom cheek. Feeling the soft fluid run down her cheek made her pc muscles quiver and shake as she let out a sensual cry, almost a beg. Please… the young queen meowed, unawhere that she had moaned that word.
Rumple's scent became much stronger from gushing and she heard her brother's purr stagger as if he had gagged or had forgotten to breathe and gasped for air. Out of nowhere she felt Jerrie press his paw harder against her stomach as he let out another small groan sound and licked over her nearest breast. Icy sensations had already been tickling against her nipples during this whole ordeal, but her brother's tongue rubbing against the peak caused her small breasts to firm and pleasurable sensations to throb as blood filled her nipples and made her lower lips swell in further arrousal. Crying out another begging moan, the queen gushed again as tingling sensations traveled from her nipples to her crotch and released more of her scent. The sensations so strong, Rumple wished she could turn them off, and the only way that seemed plausible was if Mungojerrie stopped licking her; or began pounding into her. It was driving her body wild and making it do things she had never felt before. Maybe if I beg him he will stop…the queen thought as she opened her eyes to look at him and tell him to, but the darkness of the room and the hot temperature between their bodies made her eyelids feel so heavy that she closed them almost immediately after barely seeing the intense, lust driven, expression on her brothers face. St…stop…pl…please... Only concerned with how she felt, Rumpleteazer had no idea that Mungojerrie had been driven just as crazy. It didn't even cross her mind how this was affecting him. That it was taking all his reserve not to touch other parts of her body. As her heated scent filled the air, mingling with the effects teazer's moans were doing to him, his resistance was almost gone.
Feeling Mungojerrie's claws prick against her skin one last time, his paw left her stomach for one instant, before running down her body and sliding between her legs. Having no possible ideas of what to do, Mungojerrie just rubbed and touched his claws against her like he had done with her stomach; kneading and stroking harder each time Rumpleteazer moaned. Which was every few seconds. Each one a little bit louder than the last. Tears running down rumple's face, she felt like she had no control over her body; powerless to stop the sensations shivering and tingling as they caressed over her body. Tears of emotion choked her as her brother's paw rubbed between her legs harder; making her gag. Pl…ease! Jerrie!…st… The queen thought desperately, unaware of the fact that she had in fact moaned those words out. Deep down, being unable to control what was happening wasn't what was frightening…it was that she didn't want Jerrie to stop.
Seemingly out of nowhere, perhaps inticed too far, Rumpleteazer felt her brother's paw suddenly stop rubbing up and down between her legs before gripping her crotch roughly and squeezing. " Ahh!" Rumple cried out from a mixture of pain and pleasure, either one so unbelievably strong and rough that she squirmed to try and unclasp his paw from her crotch. Continuing to cry out from the pain as she tried to smack his paw away, her squirming unintentionally forced one of his fingers push inside of her; which may have felt nice if not for his unsheathed claw forcing in as well. Feeling a scratch inside of her, Rumple bit her tongue roughly to keep from screaming, her insides gripping the finger as if squeezing it with her pc muscles would force the intruder out.
The reason Mungojerrie had squeezed her in the first place was to stop himself from rubbing his groin against the carpet. Squeezing harder and harder to try and release enough energy to control the urge, when his finger pressed inside of her and he heard what he believed to be a moan, whatever control he had left welled up and claimed him. Pulling his finger out to move his paw away from her crotch; Rumple closing her legs instantly, he held both his paws near his face to keep from touching her as he burried his nose against her fur and bit softly to try and gain control again. Which was a foolish spur-of-the-moment idea, as his paw was soaked with the calico queen's heated fluids and her fresh scent rushing through his nose was too much inticement to bear.
Watching her brother through half closed eyes as he moved his paw away, Rumpleteazer knew not what to think as she just closed her eyes and waited for the painful throbbing to stop. The thin scratches made by her brother's paw when he squeezed were beginning to sting badly. Like electricity; pain was running over her crotch like a flame. Spreading her legs a few inches to let some cool air try and penetrate her crotch; she hoped the sensation would ease the painful throbs at least a little. It did, but only for a moment. The amount of time it took for her brother to crawl over her, using both his paws to spread her legs, and press his muzzle between her legs.
Having her legs spread so far apart pulled at the scratches and rekindle the stinging in a burning agony. In that same moment; however, Mungojerrie's tongue ran over the wounds in a strong but soothing manner. The pain subsiding each time his tongue ran over her. It wasn't that the pain died down, it was simply that pleasure was more powerful than the pain was, and it was what her body focused on more. Unaware of really where or how to lick the appropriate places, Mungo's tongue just scraped across her skin a sight bit randomly. At the time, he was licking over her clit; which made his sister squirm from the powerful burn beginning to form between her legs. That's too strong Jerrie! St…Stop it! The queen thought; once again crying it out. Not hearing herself speak, she had no idea that she had moaned those words in extacy; unintentionally provoking and encouraging his actions.
Pressing his paws on her inner thighs beside her knees to make them stay completely parted, Mungojerrie ran his raspy tongue even harder against her clit. The fire between her legs built up more and more as her leg and vaginal muscles twitched roughly in the pathetic attempt to jerk away from mungo's mouth. Gasping and panting loudly, Rumple was powerless to contain her noises as she cried out moans louder and louder; squirming as much as she could under her brother's grip to try and escape the powerful feeling building up between her legs.
Being too involved in the moment, Neither cat heard their female human owner's twelve-year-old child calling out for them. Crying out "Mables! Demarco!" as she looked through the room next to this one for her favorite pets, holding a brand new cat toy she wanted to give them. Oblivious to anyone but themselves, the fire building up from deep inside of her grew so hot and burning that tears ran down her face as the burning rose to almost a scorching feeling. The scorching heat radiating from inside of her outwards while tingles began to build. Like a firework one could feel, the burning flame turned into a shower of sparks and tingles inside her body as fluid was expelled from her vagina; her head tilting back and her spine lifting up as her legs had pulled back to a frog-like position. Or as much as was possible with Jerrie holding her legs down. Unsure of what had happened, only that she remembered the tingling through her inner thighs traveling from between her legs, her breath shaky and panting harshly from whatever noise or cry she had just made. Not registering that she had screamed out a loud moan when she came; her brother tasting her against his tongue before moving his head forward to lick around her slit instead of her clit to further taste her. Feeling a drop against her lip, rumple licked her mouth inbetween panting; tasting a distinct flavor she had never tasted before. Unaware to her of how aroused and desperate his need was, the drop she had felt had fallen from the tip of his cock due to the wetness inspired caused by his arrousal.
As her brother kept licking her, pushing his face against her crotch while folding his arms under her legs to cradle them in his arms, the loud sound Rumple had nearly screamed had been heard by their child owner. Walking in and hearing the noises in the cubby, she set the toy down and peeked inside before she gasped in shock. Mungo was too busy to notice or care, but Rumple heard her and opened her eyes for the first time in twenty minutes. H…Hello… Rumple thought calmly, still dizzy and recovering from her orgasm which had stolen nearly all of her energy. The human child, not knowing anything about sex or breeding; assumed that Mungojerrie was hurting Rumpleteazer and reached into the cubby while saying: " Bad Demarco! Stop right now! Don't hurt her!" The twelve year-old human cried while her hands gripped Jerrie's sides and tried to pull him off of her. Stopping his oral job for a few seconds once he felt the hands on his sides; he turned towards the entrance of the cubby and hissed loudly at their owner! Rumple had never seen Jerrie so angry before! Or at least, not for such a long time that she couldn't remember him that angry. He only really hissed like that when he had almost broken his leg once from falling down the stairs wrong while being chased with a broom.
Looking up, Rumple felt a heated blush rise to her cheeks at the view she had of Jerrie that she had never seen quite…like that, before. As Jerrie's fur puffed up angrily while hissing; to show how hostile he was towards their human, it looked like his cock pulsed and throbbed as he hissed until their human let go. Which she did almost immediately because Jerrie hissing was a very scary thing to consider, a scratch from a cat was never a pleasant thing to experience, and the girl did not want to get scratched.
The instant their human owner leg Jerrie go he licked again. Only this time he licked rougher than he had ever licked before, as if he was unsure of how long he would be able to do this and wanted to absorb her flavor and scent as much as he could. In the time it took for Rumple to feel her brother's tongue push inside of her and explore a little, their human had returned with the dominant male in toe; mumbling hysterical human words to him. The adult, who understood things his daughter didn't, understood what was happening, but also remembered that we were related, and in his mind that was not right and should be stopped. Reaching into the cubby, he squeezed his gloved hands around Mungojerrie's waist and pulled him off of Rumpleteazer. However, in the process, his claws had gripped both the carpet and her thigh while he was pulled off of her; resulting in a deep scratch on Rumple's hind leg. Hissing from pain, Rumpleteazer leaned forward with all the energy she had left to lick her wound frantically. All while she could vaguely hear the spitting and hissing Jerrie was making as he was pushed into the cat carrier and led out of the room. Rumple had looked up just as the carrier passed through the door.
Deep down Jerrie knew he wouldn't be seeing rumple for a while; possibly forever, and the look on his face…as if his heart had been ripped out made rumple feel tears welling up in her eyes; Pain tightening around her heart when the realization that they were taking Jerrie away sank into her system. Pushing past what had just happened, not understanding it enough to even consider it wrong at the time, Rumple tried to leap from the cat tree to follow him but the door was closed before she had time to leap. Feeling empty and broken, Rumple laid down and just watched the door; listening intently for sounds of the front door opening. If the front door opened, it meant they were taking him away for good, or at least to the strange place known as the vet. Not hearing that heart-shattering noise, Rumple eventually calmed down to adress her wound again, but was cold towards her owner. Why did she have to take him away? What was so terrible? What had Jerrie done wrong? Is it because I'm sick? The queen wondered, thinking perhaps that her sensations and urges were because she was sick. Laying down and resting, she spent most of the day in the cubby, where she could still smell Jerrie's…unique new scent as well as his general body aroma. His spicy scent made her feel safe, and she had never spent more than a few hours without his company before. For some reason, this depression calmed the urges enough for her to sleep.
Seven days later, when her odd new smell had gone away, Mungojerrie was allowed into the room again, to Rumple's immense happiness, and they snuggled and commenced with day-to -day activities as if what had happened hadn't happened. Sometimes when he groomed her, Rumple felt him spend a few extra minutes between her legs cleaning, but it didn't feel the same as it did when she was in heat, and he didn't seem to be so desperate to lick her anymore, so Rumple cast the thoughts off.
Every time she went in heat, Jerrie was taken away, or she herself was moved to her own little room until her scent disappeared. For a few months this went on, before they both figured out about sex via a long talk with a neighboring jellicle and the subject of what had happened seemed taboo and was never discussed again. They were related, and what hadhappened was wrong. It had been pushed aside for so long; disregarded, that Rumple had forgotten it had happened…
Looking at her brother upside down, with that sheepish grin beginning to fade from his expression; Rumple only noticed the heat still present in his eyes as he looked down to his feet before she saw his head dissapear as he leapt to the floor. Is he upset? Rumple thought, able to move again as she sat up and crawled on all fours like normal to see him sitting on the ground. Looking up at her, Rumple couldn't help herself as she examined him all over to see if he was alright. What she didn't really anticipate seeing was his erection. Biting her lips to keep from giggling, a small giggle did escape her lips and she caught him turn his head away as if shy or embarrassed. Turning so that she couldn't see it, he soon stood up with a purr and looked up at her with his tongue hanging out. Purring back loudly, happy that her brother wasn't angry, he grinned before twitching his whiskers in a 'be right back' mannerism before rushing off.
Left alone at the human-shared long table, Rumple smelt a mug of warm pumpkin brewed ale, so she put her paws on the table, leaned up, and leaned into the drink. Warm, cheery, feelings filled her as the pleasant scent registered in her system. Almost like Christmas, she could hear fire cracking in a fireplace about fifteen feet in the distance, casting light on the evergreen table-tops and barstool chair-cushions nearby; including Rumple's own orange, black, and white calico form. Preoccupied licking inside the mug, being the sneaky devil she was, she felt weight land on the stool beside her suddenly and it made her leap her head up from the foamy surface of the mug of ale. Eyes wide, she relaxed when it was only Jerrie carrying half a roasted chicken in his mouth; a playful light dancing in his eyes at seeing his sister with foam all over her mouth. She was very messy sometimes, and how she was still cute amazed the tom sometimes. Dropping the meat, he leaned in and groomed her face slowly; either admiring how she tasted/smelled or of the ale itself. Looking at his sister while doing so, Rumple's eyes closed with a soft purr as she just basked in how his tongue felt against her skin. This feels wonderful. Tapping her with his greasy paw, Rumpleteazer opened her eyes as he leaned down so that he could see underneath the table. Following suit, she could tell by the twitching of his whiskers that he was excited and had something to show her.
Almost overwhelmed with the delicious, mouthwatering, scent of the steaming hot chicken beneath her face; Rumple tore her eyes away from the meat as Jerrie pointed with his paw towards a chair beneath a table half the room away.
" See the sauce packets?" He meowed as he kept pointing. It took her a minute but she finally noticed a few packets of cocktail sauce resting on top of a chair beneath the table a good distance away. Each of the two packets were twisted so that the pressure inside the packet built up. A few feet away, a human began to walk back to his chair, unsuspecting of the prank awaiting him, before sitting down with a 'splat!'. Expecting a 'plop' sound, Rumple purred as she tried to hold back her laughter before laughing hard because of the funny noise combined with the stream of cocktail sauce that had squirted out from underneath the human's butt. Oh its everywhere! Giggling because she just realized a neighboring woman had gotten sprayed with the excess sauce, the woman had stood up and began muttering things to the man before throwing her drink at him and walking out.
Almost rolling in laughter, Rumpleteazer was on her back, laughing gaily at the specticle her brother had prepared for her, who was laughing just as hard beside her. Eyes closed to keep tears from coming to her eyes from laughing, she felt paws around her as she opened her eyes softly just as her brother began to kiss along her neck and snuggle her. Oh Mungo, its so sweet how you can always make me laugh. Purring contentedly, she hugged her brother even though it meant that her front was covered in chicken grease. Still snickering little chuckles of laughter, Mungo groomed her cheek before moving away and setting the chicken inbetween them. Occassionally making a few jokes while they ate, Rumple laughed and leaned over her meal while paying attention to him.
" uh oh! Be careful of how you eat cause I don't think she'll ask you back to tea again if you eat like that." Rumple giggled, nearly gagging on her food trying to stifle a laugh. " Oh like you'll be asked back after you start telling jokes." She teased, knowing that though lots of cats may not comprehend some of them, the gumbie cat Jenny would probably be offended by them like she had the last time she overheard Mungo telling a naughty joke. I'd be perfectly happy to leave the jellicles if you asked me to Mungo. No one gets me like you do. Purring, Rumpleteazer began to take another bite and was just in the process of chewing with a small piece of chicken hit her face and stuck there with a tiny 'splat' sound. Shivering from surprize, she looked at her brother with her pout-like angry face; her cheeks filled with air before she breathed a huff because Jerrie was just laughing at her face. I cant stay angry at that. Smiling embarrassingly, she purred and shook the meat off of her face before leaning in and kissing his cheek; returning to her food before she could kiss him back.
When Mungo and Rumple were pulling the last bits of chicken off of the bone, Rumpleteazer felt a tug on her tail. Eyes wide with shock, she turned around to see who or what had tugged on her tail. Aparently her tail was not the only one tugged on as Jerrie was curling his tail around him defensively and looking at the floor as well. Looking up at the calico pair, was another notorious calico; Grimbuskin himself.
Gazing up at the two thieves sheepishly, perhaps having had one to many licks of ale, he leaned up before shaking his rump a little in preparation to leap up on the chair. Sitting beside the two notorious thieves, he cast a particularly warm smile in Rumple's direction; making her uneasy. Here he goes again… Rumple huffed a breath. Grimbuskin was nice to fellow thieves, especially mungo, but he flirted more than Tugger. Seeing Mungojerrie, knowing Grimbuskin wouldn't try anything with a relative of a protégé, he started talking to the tom, asking how he was doing. While Mungo maybe learned, at most, two tricks from him, the older tom still thought of Mungojerrie as a student even though he had surpassed the teacher a long time ago. Which may not have been the case if Grimbuskin hadn't retired and succumbed to the drink. Now, he lived a happy life here at the pub, and occasionally woke up from his naps to see who arrived. He must have heard the cocktail packets squirt and woken up. Smiling to be curteous, she passed an anxious look at her brother, hoping he would find an excuse for them to leave before the middle-aged tom's tail found there way to her naughty places on 'accident'. Her eyes narrowed slightly. Its never an accident. Sitting there for what may have been thirty boring, drawn out, minutes; Rumple felt a tail between her legs rubbing her. Good god! I'll Kill 'im-
Expecting to see Grimbuskin's orange calico tail there, her eyes stayed widened when it was Jerrie's tail and not Grimbuskins rubbing against her slit. Blushing heatedly, Rumple's tail swished about excitedly as she felt his tail keep rubbing. It wasn't very strong, compared to if he used his paw, but every so often he would whip the last few inches so that it batted against her with a thump sound. Blushing, Rumpleteazer smirked seductively at Mungojerrie until he caught her gaze inbetween looking from her to Grimbuskin. Lifting her rump, she began to rub up on his tail, not behaving like the shy little mynx she had been. Getting the reaction she wanted; the sheepish grin as he hurriedly whipped his tail away and turned his head away to look at Grimbuskin, he replied to whatever to middle-aged tom meowed as he cleared his throat. In that one action, rumple knew. He has an erection. She thought with a mental giggle, knowing his tail hid it from view.
When Grimbusking sat up to leave, he turned to rumpleteazer and winked, sticking his tongue out happily before leaping from the chair to the table to find an open or abandoned mug of ale to partake of. Seeing Jerrie grin now that the tom was gone, he leaned in the same time she did and pressed his mouth to hers. Arms folding around each other, she blushed as warmth fluttered in her heart while his tongue pushed inside her willing mouth. Caressing her tongue against his, she parted the kiss enough to nibble and suck on his lip her tail swishing about happily as she could taste both him and the chicken. Not expecting it, but perhaps having should have since they were in a quiet corner alone again; her eyes clenched together as she felt Jerrie's right paw clasp her left breast.
Letting out a gasp-like moan under her breath, she felt her brother squeeze her as he leaned in and sucked on her tongue. Feeling his other paw on her waist, pushing her stomach into his, she let out another sound when the rogue paw trailed down to her bottom and squeezed her cheek. That, combined with the constant massaging of her right breast made pleasureable sensations spread through her body and cause her to gush. Moaning softly again, Rumple leaned her hips forward so that her belly touched his, before feeling something hard and warm poke against her body. Almost breaking the kiss, she looked down and felt a blush rise on her face. He's throbbing again. A heat dancing In her eyes, Rumpleteazer reached down with her right paw and stroked her fingers against his shaft admiringly. Thinking her heard Jerrie make a sound, Rumple moaned as the hand that gripped her breast squeezed harder before his thumb rubbed her nipple.
Eyes closing as the kiss parted, Rumple felt Mungojerrie kiss along her neck; feeling his breathing on the nape of her neck, before his mouth clamped down on her earlobe and sucked. Gushing fluid from the arrousal inspired from the cold chivers shooting all over her body like electricity; her nipples swelled up to red peaks as her fingers continued to trail along his shaft exploringly. Her legs spreading a little more obligingly, Mungojerrie's hand on her bottom stroked up her body to her other breast. Squeezing her bust and using his thumbs to tease her nipples, Rumpleteazer let out quiet sounds as she felt him press his mouth to hers again; flicking his tongue against hers before sucking on it again, nibbling her lip, and caressing her mouth with his own.
Kissing down her neck again, Mungojerrie's hands cupped around her breasts as his mouth trailed down inbetween them, his eyes open to enjoy the view before softly nibbling on one of her nipples and sucking against it strongly. Not expecting the nibble, Rumple could feel a small amount of fluid rush down inbetween her lips as her fingers finally explored the tip of his erection. Feeling wetness against the pads of her finger, she pressed a tiny bit harder against the tip; rubbing in a slow circular motion until she felt her brother's erection throb and a small noise omit from her brother's mouth as his back bent slightly from the pleasure.
Acting on arrousal, Rumple squeezed his shaft while rubbing upwards, listening to what made him make a noise or feeling for what made his erection throb and repeating the action again to keep hearing his groan-like sounds. Having paid too much attention to him, Rumple didn't realize just how wet she was, or that she had soaked the small area around her crotch on the chair. Sitting on her knees in a similer position to her brother opposite her. Rubbing against him for a while, her brother broke his mouth from her nipple and began to kiss down her chest and stomach towards her crotch. Rumple knew right away where he was going, and remembered vaguely what that had felt like all those years ago. Oh no you don't.
Lightly pushing Mungojerrie's chest, which confused him, she kissed him after bending over to connect with his mouth as she rubbed her index finger against his tip again. Bending more before her brother caught on to what she was doing and tried to stop her, if he tried to stop her, Rumpleteazer leaned down and kissed his erection. Here goes… She thought nervously, never having ever done this to a tom before. Kissing his head a few more times, she leaned down and lightly suckled while pressing the head of his erection into her mouth; sucking more as she bent her head down so that more fit into her mouth. Feeling his cock throb as she heard his breathing catch momentarily, his paws gripping softly against the back of her head and neck, Rumple exploringly caressed her tongue around his head to taste him. He tastes different than I remember. Stronger. Although it was a unique flavor, she didn't think him to taste terrible, in fact he was rather nice. After a minute she heard and felt jerrie adjust his body so that he was somewhat hunching over again, tilting his bottom forward. Feeling his arm slide past her arm between his legs, she didn't know what he was doing until afterwards, so she ignored his paw. Feeling like she was making-out with his erection, his left paw lovingly scratching the nape of her neck; running through her fur, she heard him swallow a lot to keep from gagging due to holding back sounds. Hearing muffled noises, followed by heavy panting, she could guess that he was close and tried to suck as much of him as possible; the tip of his erection tickling the back of her throat.
Not meaning to, she gagged and swallowed the head of his cock. Once by accident, the second due to her body convulsing a little from his cock having unintentionally been pressed against her gag reflex. Feeling his erection swell after the first time she swallowed; she gagged the second time as she felt fluid stream and hit the back of her throat. Choking on Mungojerrie's sexual fluids, Rumple swallowed the strange-textured fluid before she had the chance to taste it, so that she wouldn't gag again. Coughing slightly as she broke free of his cock, starting to soften in her mouth, she felt Jerrie's paw drift down to her back and softly pound against it to try and prevent her from choking. Looking up, she saw a remorseful look on Mungojerrie's face as he kept pounding. " I…I'm fine." Rumple meowed raspily, only them realizing what she had seen for a split second while lifting her head to look at his face.
Eyes wide, Rumple looked back down to discover her brother with two fingers inside of his hole; having fingered there during the last portion of her oral job. Yes, Rumple had heard that toms did that sometimes, but Rumple hadn't considered Jerrie to be one of them. Looking up at her brother's face, she found that he looked mortified to have been caught. Too stunned to even think of a comment back to that, she decided it didn't matter as she leaned up after swalling a few times, hoping he would kiss her.If it feels good to him, then he can finger there. Now I know what helps him feel good. When he not only kissed her back, but held her close to him and practically swallowed her mouth; all her worries subsided as she snuggled into Jerrie and purred a deep rumble in unison with Mungojerrie.
Locked in make-out kisses, she felt her brother run his hands all over her, slowly drifting down her body, before their little world was broken with one of the loudest gasp noise Rumple had ever heard. Mortified to have been interrupted, the calico twins looked down at an open-mouthed Grimbuskin, who was holding a mug of ale that he had brought for them. Everlasting Cat…how much did he see!? her petite body shaking from having been caught, she gripped her brother with her claws extended, as if he were her security blanket; knowing she would feel safe in his arms.
When Grimbuskin started to make a sly grin, Rumple's frightful mood turned sour. Eyes narrowing when he nodded to Jerrie. " Mungo, you rascal." Grimbuskin complemented, being quite the womanizer in his day; which was obviously seeping through in that comment. Oh That is IT! I'm not going to stay here and listen to this! Rumple started to release her claws when she felt Jerrie fold her into his arms before leaping from the chair; carrying her outside. Either sensing her mood or being ill-minded towards the middle-aged thief himself, Mungojerrie had known it best to leave before explaining anything. The elder tom had long since forgotten that they were brother and sister. At least, I sure hope so. Looking at her brother, she felt so hurt to have been watched and then treated like she was a piece of crab cake mungo had savored by that womanizing tom. If it was the other way around, in no way would he complement her, he would always complement the tom. It was just his way. If not for the fact that she was always with Mungojerrie, who knows how fast Grimbuskin's paw would have tried to grope her by now. Feeling tears well up because for some reason she didn't feel good enough; that what she had done with her brother hadn't been satisfactory, she tried to look away but her brother noticed and cupped her face; kissing her deeply. " I'm here Teaz'ah, please dont cry."
Wiping under her eyes with his thumbs, Rumpleteazer looked up at her brother as he kissed her again. Knowing what would cheer Rumple up, since the mood was spoiled now, he looked over at a jewellery store with a loud rumbling purr; his tongue sticking out for a moment. " Teaz'ah, how about we find you a new necklace for that party tommarrow?" Rumple sniffled a little, looking up at him as she kept trying not to cry more than she had; feeling ridiculous for even weeping in the first place. " Hmm?" She muttered as she tilted her head towards the pretty jewellery store across the way, her stiff tail swaying a little. Thieving always cheered her up. Not wanting to because she was depressed, she knew deep down something new and shiny sounded awfully nice, so she nodded and mumbled: "uh huh." Wiping her eyes, she took Jerrie's hand as a warm sensation overshadowed the temporary grief as he led his little sister towards the jewellery store; his fingers interlocked with Rumple's, making her feel safe and at home. Jerrie could always make her feel better if he tried to, and tonight was no different. Tonight she felt special, and it was all thanks to Jerrie.
