Chapter 22

It was about half an hour before my lunch break when my cell phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and picked up. "Hey Dean, what's up?"

"Sammy? You need to come home." His breathing was a little heavy, but his voice didn't sound distressed.

I frowned. "Can this wait a little longer? I've got office hours since finals are in a week, and then I've got one more class myself. After that I'll be free for the rest of the weekend."

He sighed irritably, and I could almost hear the eye roll. "Sam, it's been almost six months since our honeymoon. I need you right now."

I looked at the calendar for March and did the math. "Oh. Oh! Shit! But you weren't showing any signs yesterday or this morning!"

"Sorry 'bout that, man. I did start feeling kinda antsy yesterday, but I thought that it was just stress from dealing with that douchebag over his Thunderbird rebuild. And that jumping you after dinner last night was only blowing off steam."

"Uh, okay. Let me talk to the professor and call a friend about getting notes for that class. I'll be home soon!" I hung up and left my little cubby.

When I got home, I found Dean lying on our bed, one hand idly fondling his engorged cock, the base of the blue vibrator visible between his sprawled legs. Astrid was curled up on his chest, and his other hand was rubbing her ears. As I got closer, I could see his features had taken on a feline cast once again—slit pupils, wide irises, pointed ears, sharp fangs and claws, and dappled hair. I could also hear the rumbling of his and her purring over the buzzing of the vibe.

"It's kind of disturbing to see you petting that innocent kitten at the same time that you're jerking off," I commented as I started undressing.

"Hey, it wasn't my idea to have her join me," he retorted, his eyes moving over me appreciatively.

"Well, she'll have to move—she's way too young to be part of a threesome!" With that, I scooped the little Wegie up and deposited her on her cat bed.

By the time I returned to the bed, my husband had the vibrator out and placed on his nightstand, though his legs remained spread open. I settled between them and bent down to take his lips, inhaling the rich, heady scent of his heat.

Were you starting without me, baby? I murmured while fingering the slick seeping from his entrance.

Just warming up. Playing with the toys ain't fun without you, Sammy! He kissed me back enthusiastically to emphasize his point.

I don't know . . . I think I may have to do something to keep you from getting into any more trouble!

I got up and opened the bag I'd brought into the room with me. Dean's eyes widened as I took the padded spreader bar out of its packaging. I slid the bar under his hips and then fastened the cuffs on each end around his wrists and ankles.

See you picked up some new goodies on your way home, he noted as he tugged on the restraints experimentally.

Yep. Are you comfortable—the cuffs fit okay? Same safeword as before, right?

Once he nodded, I went on, "The rules are, no sounds at all from you except if you need to use your safeword, and no cumming until I say so. The more noise you make, the longer it'll take before I let you cum. And if you cum without permission, then you get punished."

"Aw man, this is payback for Valentine's Day, ain't it?" he complained.

"Revenge is a dish best served cold, big brother. And you're already breaking the rules!"

He opened his mouth to protest indignantly but caught himself when he saw my smirk. I reached into the bag again, pulled out a pair of vibrating nipple clamps, and loaded the batteries. He gasped loudly as I attached them to each of his sensitive nubs and turned them on, then glared when I chuckled.

"Dude, if you keep this up, you won't get to orgasm until dinnertime!" I told him, shaking my head.

I studied my lover for a moment while stroking my member, trying to decide what to do first. I climbed back onto the bed between his legs, and he shivered under my fingertips as I lightly ran them up his sides. I leaned down to kiss him, nipping gently at his plush lower lip until he opened his mouth. As we kissed passionately, I slid a hand down the center of his torso to caress his groin, my fingers drifting over his cock and balls. He sucked in a deep breath but managed to stay silent as my fingers curled around his shaft and jacked it rapidly.

I then shifted down until I could take his length in his mouth. He trembled and yanked on the cuffs but didn't make a sound as I used the experience gained over the past year to give him the best blowjob I could. As I sucked and swirled my tongue, I looked up to see him biting his lip, his face flushed and strained from the effort to not climax.

I pulled my mouth off his member and sat up, lined up my own cock, and slowly pushed into his dripping hole. He gave a short whine as I stretched his tight passage and buried myself to the hilt. I commenced a series of long, steady thrusts, making sure to brush against his prostate with each pass. He felt amazing, his channel hotter and wetter and his emotions needier and more ardent due to the heat.

I smiled down at him while he tried to pant quietly and continued to move in and out of him. I normally preferred our lovemaking fast and hard, but since the goal now was to push my brother to his limits, I maintained an unhurried pace, enjoying how he quivered and contracted around my shaft each time his sweet spot was stimulated. Eventually my pleasure reached its crest, and I shoved deep inside him as I groaned and came.

I caught my breath for a moment, then lifted his hips up and pushed them back, bending him nearly in half. I began plunging into his velvety passage and picked up speed until we were rocking the bed. Dean gritted his teeth, his breath whistling between them, and thrust his pelvis against mine while I pounded into him. I moaned as his slick walls flexed around me.

Damn, Dee, you feel so good! Making love to you is always the best thing ever, but now is unbelievable! I told him, surging through his heated depths.

Feeling his arousal barely held in check eroded my own self-control, and I ejaculated with a shout. Without withdrawing, I removed the nipple clamps and flipped him over. I adjusted the cuffs to relieve any strain on his joints, leaving him sprawled on his belly with his knees splayed and ankles pulled up. Then I stretched out over him and rolled my hips, sliding in and out of his sopping channel. I hadn't factored in the added stimulus of his over-sensitive nipples and cock rubbing against the sheets in this position however, and the other man suddenly climaxed with a loud wail.

I pulled out with a disappointed sigh. "Oh Dean, look at what you've done! You were doing so well! But now you need to be disciplined."

He tried to turn his head to look at me and whined, "C'mon, Sammy—gimme a break!"

I shook my head. "You knew the rules when we started. And they haven't changed, so no talking!"

I pulled the spreader bar down to the back of his thighs and nudged his knees up and together, which in turn pushed his ass up into the air. I then delivered a series of ringing slaps, alternating between each cheek, ten to each. I didn't hit particularly hard, as embarrassment was the goal, not pain—I was never interested in hurting him. He yelped in surprise at the first strike but was able to stifle any further noise.

I rubbed his reddened buttocks soothingly. "You did very well taking your punishment, Dee. I'm going to add a couple of things to help you obey the rules from here on. Remember, you can always use your safeword if you want me to stop."

After he nodded, I snapped the leather cock ring tightly around the base of his shaft and fitted a ball gag into his mouth. He glared at the sight of the gag but opened his mouth without protest when I brought it to his lips. I sat back to admire how he looked, with his ass raised enticingly, his back curved down to where his shoulders and head rested on the pillows, his arms stretched back towards the spreader bar now resting near the backs of his knees.

"Now there'll be no more talking or cumming without permission. You can safeword telepathically, but no other sounds out of you! You still have to make up for all the noise you just made before you'll be allowed to cum again."

Dean's chest heaved in a silent sigh, but he arched his back further to better present his ass for my pleasure. I patted his back approvingly before retrieving the vibrator from the nightstand and inserting it deep into his waiting entrance. I turned it to its highest setting and proceeded to work it in and out of his snug passage rapidly, rubbing against his prostate repeatedly. He trembled as his desire built up again under the onslaught but kept silent.

I played with him using the vibe for a while, until I could no longer resist the sight of his pink pucker yielding around the thick rubber member. I withdrew the toy and tossed it to one side, then sank my cock into his heated depths. He relaxed slightly as I slipped inside him before pushing back on my shaft eagerly.

You like my cock better than that big vibrator, don't you? I crooned as I drove repeatedly into his damp channel. Don't worry—you'll get plenty before we're done. Do you want more now?

My lover nodded fervently and squeezed tightly around my length. I took a firm grip on his hips and began to ride him hard, hammering into his rounded ass. He rocked back just as forcefully into my thrusts, his breath wheezing harshly around the gag as he strove not to cry out. Meanwhile the bedroom echoed with the resounding noise of our bodies coming together.

Having just ejaculated twice in quick succession, I was able to last for much longer this time before cumming for a third time. I kept thrusting, my cock feeling as stiff as if I were the one wearing the ring. My husband was shaking underneath me with the need to orgasm, and he shuddered violently as I reached around to stroke his weeping erection.

"Can you take one more, baby, or have you had enough?" When he nodded his head to the first and shook it to the second, I told him, "You're amazing, Dee! As a reward, I'm not going to remove the gag, but you can make as much sound as you want."

He immediately started whimpering while I jerked his swollen member, and that grew into a sequence of increasingly louder screams as I pounded into his taut passage over and over. He shoved his pelvis back, impaling himself on my cock, and then forward, ramming his own shaft through the tunnel of my fingers. As we moved together, his need and love propelled me ever closer to the peak of my pleasure. My passion abruptly crested, and as I filled his depths again with my seed, I undid the cock ring. He gave an enormous shout as he clenched almost painfully on my length and drenched my fingers with his cum.

As the last tremors of his orgasm passed, Dean slumped over in a sated stupor. I hastily pulled out and undid all the restraints, including the gag, then rearranged his limbs into a more comfortable position. I went into the bathroom to get a damp washcloth to clean him up properly and into the kitchen to retrieve the glass of juice and chocolate bars I'd left out for this purpose.

By this point, he was starting to stir again, so I rejoined him on the bed and pulled him into my arms. I slowly gave him sips of the juice and bites of the chocolate until they were gone, and then I carefully rubbed his arms and legs to ensure there were no sore spots from being held in place by the spreader bar for so long. And all the while, I was praising him for how well he did and telling him how much I loved him.

It didn't take much longer for him to recover, and he looked up at me with a slow smile. Well damn, that was something fucking different! You obviously got some experience with this dom/sub thing, darling. You do this before with Jess?

Yeah, we played around with it a few times. Although . . .

Lemme guess—she was the one cracking the whip! His grin widened. Sonofabitch, I wish I coulda gotten to know that girl!

I wish you could've too, Dee, I said a bit sadly.

Hey kiddo, I didn't mean to upset you! He tried to sit up, a concerned expression on his face.

I tugged him back down. I'm not upset, not really. I did love her at the time, but even then I knew it was a pale imitation of how I felt for you. I think I'm more feeling regret that I cut you out of my life so completely during those years. We both would've been much happier if I hadn't, if I'd shared that part of my life with you.

But as you've said before, we can't change the past. What's more important is how you're doing right now. Are you feeling better? Did you enjoy what we just did?

He snuggled against me, a heavy purr rumbling through his chest. I'm just fine, Sammy. It ain't something I'd want to do as a lifestyle thing, but it's definitely fun to play around with sometimes. In fact, after we've both had a well-deserved nap, maybe we can try it again. Though this time I'll be the one dishing out the spankings!

Dean shook me awake the next morning. "Sam, Sam, wake up!"

I grumbled and tried to roll over, feeling the need for more sleep. We'd played around some more with discipline and restraints, as well as broke out some of our other toys, alternating that with breaks for food and rest, well into the previous night. And our sleep was interrupted a couple of times when his need drove him too far, and the only way to calm him down was with more lovemaking. Needless to say, I wasn't in the mood to get up yet.

Unfortunately, my brother didn't get the hint. "C'mon dude, wake up! I think something's wrong with Astrid!"

That made me sit up. "Is she sick? Do we need to take her to the vet?"

"No, it ain't that. I think she's possessed or something, and I ain't talking 'bout the usual kitten crazies!" He dragged me out of bed and out of the room.

He pulled me all the way into the family room, where Astrid was calmly sitting on Hannibal's head and washing his ears in front of the fireplace. Dean picked her up and set her down near the wall, then grabbed a laser pointer off one of the end tables.

"So I got up a little while ago to make breakfast, and while I was waiting for the coffee to brew, I decided to play with her," he said. "Now watch this!"

He clicked the laser pointer on and waved the bright red dot around on the floor in front of the kitten. Her little face grew intent, and she tried to pounce on it each time it moved. He then moved the dot up the wall, and without hesitation she chased it all the way up to the ceiling.

"See, that ain't normal! I could see momentum letting her run a foot or two up, but that's ten fucking feet!" he exclaimed. "I didn't get any EMF readings near her, at least no more than we ever get in this house. Couldn't test her with salt or iron 'cause then she decided to sit on Hannibal."

I watched bemusedly as Astrid pawed at the ceiling a couple of times and then calmly walked back down the wall. Once she reached the floor, she strolled over to the dog bed and sat next to the pup with her tail curled over her feet. She looked up at me with wide green eyes and meowed inquiringly.

"Huh! I think I know what's going on, and if I'm right, there's nothing wrong with her. But I need to make sure first. Go get one of the heavy blankets out of the closet," I told the other man.

He nodded and hurried off. I turned off the lights and closed the curtains, leaving the room dimly illuminated. When he returned with a throw blanket made of thick fleece, I moved the kitten away from the hearth and tossed the blanket over her. I then crouched down and lifted up an edge, careful to let in as little ambient light as possible.

What I saw under the blanket was pretty much what I expected. Instead of complete darkness, there was a pale eldritch glow, centered on Astrid. The tips of each of her hairs emitted a faint light, and the end of her fluffy tail shone brighter, while her eyes resembled two tiny green lamps.

I beckoned to my husband and moved aside to let him peer under the shrouding fleece. He took a look and stiffened, radiating shock. I pulled the blanket off, and we watched the eerie radiance slowly fade. She looked at both of us and mewed again.

Dean picked her up, cradled her protectively against his chest, and demanded, "What the hell's going on then?"

I grunted as nearly one hundred pounds of hellhound puppy climbed into my lap, Hannibal having decided that he deserved some attention too. Once he settled down, I replied, "So get this—the Norwegian Forest Cat was named after the legend of the skogkatt, which also means 'forest cat.' According to the lore, the skogkatt was a large fairy cat which lived in the mountains and could climb sheer rock faces that no other cat could. They were supposed to be massive, big enough that two of them drew the goddess Frejya's chariot. Jörmundgandr, the Midgard Serpent, is said to have once disguised itself as a skogkatt during a test of strength against Thor, and the god didn't think it unusual that he couldn't lift the cat off the ground."

"So, what—d'ya think that the 'sneaky neighbor cat' was actually a skogkatt?"

"Either that, or the breeder that Astrid's mom came from has some very interesting bloodlines! This might explain why Hannibal's so fascinated with her—he can tell she's not a normal cat," I pointed out, and the pup whuffled in agreement.

"Was he interested in any of the other kittens at that lady's house?"

"No, so maybe she's the only one who inherited any skogkatt traits. And before you ask, I had no idea about this either. I only looked up the myth because I thought it was interesting that the breed was named after it," I said.

"Is there anything we need to worry 'bout? Are they dangerous?" he asked while rubbing Astrid under the chin.

"Nothing ominous about the skogkatt in particular. There's more lore about fairy cats elsewhere, particularly the Celtic cait sidhe, which was rumored to devour souls and to actually be a witch in disguise. I think the last bit got confused with stories about familiars. And since I couldn't find anything about having to take one down in any hunter's journal, I suspect the first is just more of the same bullshit that got cats persecuted alongside supposed witches throughout the ages."

"Well, nothing's coming after her here! Pretty sure Hannibal would eat any dumbass who tried. Wouldn't you, boy?" He placed the kitten on the armchair behind him and then leaned over to gently shake Hannibal's head by the muzzle. "Wonder why we didn't notice anything before though?"

I shrugged. "Maybe she wasn't old enough? Her abilities could still be developing. Speaking of which, some of the tales about fairy cats mention that they can . . . um, talk. I don't know if that's true or if it applies to the skogkatt, but we should be prepared just in case."

"Awesome! Are you gonna start talking to Daddy sometime soon, little girl?" my manly big brother cooed. "Probably start bossing us all around, huh?"

"So you mentioned something about coffee?" I inquired plaintively. "I'd get it myself, but I'm kind of buried right now under a whole lot of puppy."

He stood and stretched. "Okay, I'll get you a mug. But you better get yourself dug out soon, 'cause I got plans for you after breakfast!"

Once I'd convinced Hannibal to nap somewhere other than my lap, I sat at the breakfast bar and unabashedly ogled my husband. He was wearing nothing more than a Darth Vader apron to protect his bare skin from grease splatters and humming Paint It Black as he fried up eggs, bacon, and bread. He moved about the kitchen almost as if he were dancing, confident and graceful.

He eyed my erection as he set a full plate in front of me. "As tempting as that is, you gotta eat first, kiddo. Don't want you fainting on me!"

"Eat quickly then!"

After polishing off breakfast in record time and piling all the dishes in the sink, I grabbed him by the waist and lifted him onto the counter. He put his hands on my shoulders and ducked his head down to kiss me while I ran my hands down the outside of his thighs to his knees and then back up the inside to his groin. I opened my mouth under his talented lips and let him slip his tongue inside.

You were driving me crazy earlier, with that perfect ass hanging out of that apron, I growled as he delicately licked inside my mouth. Wanted to fuck you right then and there!

There ain't anything stopping you now, baby boy, Dean purred.

I placed a hand on his chest and pushed him to lie back on the island. I then wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and swallowed the rest of him down. He moaned and combed his fingers through my hair as I sucked on his glans and licked up and down his shaft. Two fingers from my other hand slid down his perineum and into his slippery passage, where they crooked to rub against his prostate.

Does this feel good, Dee? I murmured, my tongue swirling around his member and my fingers slipping in and out of his hole.

Fuck yeah, Sammy! But I need your cock!

You'll have it soon enough. But first I want to make you cum from this!

I bobbed up and down his length several times before pulling back to lap at his slit and jerk my curled fingers rapidly along his shaft. At the same time, my fingertips relentlessly pressed and tapped against his sweet spot, causing him to keen and squirm. A few moments more, and then he cried out and ejaculated into my mouth.

I swallowed and straightened up, then tugged him towards me until his hips were over the edge of the counter and his legs supported on my arms. I thrust up into his waiting entrance, and we both moaned as my cock was enveloped by his hot channel. I started driving into him hard and fast, listening to him mewl each time my member punched against his prostate. He in turn braced his hands against the back of the breakfast bar, wrapped his legs around my torso, and rocked his pelvis in time with my strokes.

More, darling, ahh! Fuck me more! my lover panted. Need you, ahh, love you!

Needing more leverage, I pulled him down further, so that most of his weight rested in my arms, and began hammering into his silky passage. He grabbed hold of my shoulders, tightened his legs around my ribs, and threw his head back with a shout as I pounded his ass against the island. I kept surging into him forcefully until I felt him shake and clamp down as he climaxed, then followed him into orgasm.

Dean collapsed back onto the counter, breathing heavily. Goddamn! I think we committed a few health code violations in here, dude!

I leaned against the island, my sides heaving. I won't tell the health inspector if you don't. How are you feeling?

Mmm, not quite done yet, but I can wait a bit for round two. And make sure we move to more comfortable surroundings! He sat up and kissed me. I know you can't afford to miss any time next week, so I'll make sure to start taking the suppression potion tomorrow night.

Thanks, Dee. But until then, I'm all yours!