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Animal Heat (MF, animal)
Anonymous Author

                                 An Animal Heat
                                   Chapter 4

      Totally naked and unashamed, Kitty rode the back of Duke through
cloudless skies over the gentle rolling hills by her sister's home toward some
unknown destination.  As the dog galloped through the azure sky, Kitty could
feel the delightful sensations of having his soft, furry back rub against her
sensitive cuntal lips, and with each mounting stride the animal took, she came
closer and closer to orgasm.

      "Kitty!" she heard some far off voice call, "Kitty!  Are you coming? Come
on, Sis, time to get up."

      The golden blonde haired girl watched as the image vanished before her
eyes, and suddenly, everything was different.  She was not flying through the
air at all.  She was in the bedroom of her sister's cabin.  It had all been a
dream, one that she would have liked to continue and finish...

      "Kitty!!  Breakfast is ready.  Are you awake yet?" Janet called from the
kitchen.

      Now that's a stupid question, Kitty thought to herself as she got to her
feet.  How could I truthfully answer no to that?  The thought of telling her
sister that she was asleep made her smile, but as she became more awake, the
smile left her lips. Oooooohhhhh, she ached all over.  Her mind still a little
foggy, she let her eyes drop to her naked body, and when they finally focused,
she could see why her muscles were so tired, and why her loins ached more than
the rest of her.  Twice the previous day she had been fucked, and the very fact
that her thighs were touching each other made her still sensitive cuntal lips
throb with a pain that reminded her of her more happy moments with her old
lover. It was a pain that she did not mind having.  As she became even more
awake, she found that she had a headache.  No doubt from all that pot, she
thought to herself.  Wow... that had been some night... well worth the aches
and pains of this morning, well worth feeling a lot worse than I do.

      As she sat with her feet hanging over the edge of the bed, having sat
back down because her feet were a little wobbly with her slight hang-over, she
could smell her sister's cooking filter through the cabin.  The various aromas
mingled in her nose, and as she picked them out: coffee, eggs, toast, pancakes,
sausage, she realized that she was ravenous.  Eating something would make her
feel a great deal better.

      Again getting to her feet, this time managing to keep her balance, she
thought pleasantly of the events of the night before. She had really thrown
herself into the orgiastic fun, and her brain still reeled from the memory of
what it had felt like to have her cunt licked and fucked so wonderfully, first
by her loving sister, and then by her sister's dog.  She would never have
believed that such pleasure was possible.  She wondered how she could match the
pleasure she had received only hours ago. Everything from now on would seem
small by comparison.  She thought of her sister, and found that Janet had
really shocked her.  She had never dreamed that it was possible for one person
to express herself so totally.  And she had never dreamed that her own need for
passionate love had been so great, that Janet could actually fill that love...
and that she had been able to fulfill her sister's need for the same thing. She
never thought she had it in her... and now that she knew, she wanted to use the
talents her sister had brought out again and again.  As she rummaged through
her dresser drawer, she found her terry cloth bathrobe, one of her favorite
pieces of clothing.  It was practical without being too heavy, and even though
it came only midway down her thighs, she found that it was exciting without
being too revealing.  A wonderful all-purpose gown.  For a brief moment, she
thought of putting on some panties, but she put the thought out of her mind.
What did she have to hide... and from whom?  Her sister was living a totally
free life here in the woods, and Kitty was determined that she was going to
share in the freedom.  She might have decided to wear nothing at all, but she
could hear the voice of Janet's son at the table, and appearing naked in front
of the young boy might be the type of freedom even Janet would not condone.

      Finally, after brushing her long, tangled hair a little, she stepped out
of her bedroom and entered the kitchen.

      "Well, sleepy-head," her sister chirped.  "I'm glad to see you finally
got up.  I hope you realize it's nearly eight o'clock."

      "Eight o'clock?" Kitty asked in a hazy voice.  "I only get up that early
when I have to go to work.  I thought I was on vacation here."  She could not
help smiling though.  She was glad that her sister had not let her sleep too
late.  She wanted to roam around in the woods some more, and now would have
more time to do it.  If she hurried, she would be able to catch some of the
animals who only came out at night before they slept for the day.  Janet placed
a plate of eggs and pancakes in front of her, and as she began to eat, she
noticed that she was feeling better already.

                                  *    *    *

      Mike Mill tried to relax as he flew at a height of thirty thousand feet
above the sun-drenched fields of the mid-west.  It had been years since he had
been on an airplane, and he had forgotten how peaceful and restful it was, but
since it had been so long, he had also forgotten the problems that can arise at
an airport.  The lines, the pushing, the shoving... he was glad that he had
left most of that behind for the harder yet simpler work of teaching migratory
farmers.  When he had gotten his sister's letter, telling him that her husband
had died, he had been very sorry for her.  The only time he had met Janet's
husband had been at the wedding, and even though he hardly knew the man, he
could see that he and his sister were very much in love.  The real surprise of
Janet's letter, though, had been when she invited him to visit her at her cabin
in the Catskills of New York.  After he had left New York City, he vowed that
he would never return to that rat-race, the same rat-race that had destroyed
Janet's husband.  When his plane landed at Kennedy International he told
himself, he would rent a car and drive out of the city as quickly as he could.
He shuddered at the thought of trying to fight the always heavy New York
traffic, especially after all these years of being away from it, but he would
do that much for his sister... that much and more.  And Kitty was going to be
there too.  That would make it all the more exciting.  He hadn't heard from or
about his younger sister in a long time.  He wondered if she had gotten
married, or had found a man at least.  She had always been fairly popular with
men, easy to get along with, easy to talk to.

      As his plane glided high above the clouds, his thoughts drifted from his
sisters to a girl he thought he might be in love with, another worker at his
camp who had decided that living in the large city was getting her nowhere.  He
had fucked her several times, and each time was as exciting as the last,
sometimes more so.  As he closed his eyes, he found that her vision returned to
him, her long full red hair streaming down her tapered white back, the full
upthrust of her perfect, dark-nippled breasts... her slender waist and the
sweeping flare of her hips and voluptuously rounded buttocks.  He could almost
feel her long legs, the fullness of her cream-white thighs... and the vee of
her bright red cuntal curls up between them...  He had been loath to leave her
for this visit with his sisters... but in the long run, he reasoned, it would
be the best thing to do.  It would make it all the more exciting when he
returned to her.  She was the most exciting, most arousing girl he had ever
met.  He himself would suck... fuck... do anything with a woman that she
wanted, but until he met Susan, he had never found a woman that would satisfy
his endless sexual appetite who was also intelligent.  In Susan he felt he had
found the perfect, total woman, and now that he was away from her, he could
feel an emptiness that he knew would not leave him until he was once again in
her arms... and her bed. Her loving made the hard work of teaching children,
many of whom could not speak English, all the more rewarding, and the two had
come to be accepted as a mother and father image in the camp where they worked.

      And then he decided that he would put her out of his mind for the while.
After all, he was going to visit the other women in his life... the only other
women he could truthfully say he loved.  And judging from the tone of Janet's
letter, it would be a visit he would not long forget.

      He was finally able to get to sleep, able to relax from all pushing and
shoving at the airport where he had boarded his plane. He knew he would have to
face the same thing when he got off his plane, but right now, all he wanted to
do was sleep.

                                  *    *    *

      Kitty felt so much better after her breakfast that she decided to pack a
small lunch and take it with her while she went wandering around the woods.  As
things turned out, however, she did not leave as soon as she wanted.  She and
her sister began talking again of their childhood, and before Kitty knew it, it
was time for lunch.  Their conversation meandered from one topic to another,
each sister not only catching up on details of the lives of their old friends,
but exploring each other's feelings about each other.  Janet told of her more
intimate life with her husband, how much they had loved each other, how he
wanted nothing but the best for her and had worked himself to death trying to
give it to her.

      "That shows a very great love," Kitty commented.  "There are not many men
who would do that for a woman."

      "That may be," retorted Janet, "but if he had really loved me, he would
be here with me today.  In a sense, I guess you could say he left me.  Not for
another woman, of course, like what happened to you, but that does not make the
pain any less hard to take."

      From time to time, as the sisters talked, Johnny would come in and listen
for a while.  When he had had enough, he would go outside and play, returning
again and listening for a while longer.  Kitty found, during the course of the
morning, that she was becoming very fond of the young boy.  He had all of his
father's traits that Kitty could remember from having met Janet's husband, and
the younger woman could tell by the way Janet acted toward her son that he had
been a child of love.  Kitty had never thought it was possible to be closer to
her sister than she had gotten the night before, but she was wrong.  As the
women talked and shared their deepest, innermost secrets, Kitty felt a fresh,
vibrant wave come over her.  Although neither of them mentioned the night
before, Kitty had the feeling that something like that might happen again.  She
was determined that she would not force it, though.  Love between people, Kitty
knew, is not forced.  It just happens.

      In time, Kitty decided that she would end the conversation and spend the
rest of the day in the woods.  She did not feel as though she had wasted time
talking to her sister, but the forest was just too lovely for her to stay
inside any longer.  She had enough of that when she lived in the city.

      "What time will Mike be here?" Kitty asked her sister.

      "Well... his plane lands around noon... figure about three hours or so to
drive up here from Kennedy... although if I know Mike, he'll probably get
lost..."  Both sisters laughed...  "I guess he'll be here around five or so."

      Kitty nodded, pleased that she would have a great deal of time left in
the day to walk around.  She wanted to be there when her older brother arrived.

      "Are you sure you don't mind that I'm leaving you all alone with all the
work of making dinner?" Kitty asked, suddenly feeling a little guilty.

      "Oh, for Christ's sake," her sister scolded lightly, "you're my guest...
and my sister.  I haven't done anything like cook for a man since... I became a
widow.  I used to wander around the woods when I first got here, so I know what
it's like.  Besides, I wouldn't want to let my cooking talents slip.  You know
what they say about too many cooks."

      Kitty could tell that her sister was sincere in her desire to do all the
cooking alone.  Again she felt a fresh wave of happiness come over her.  She
couldn't believe that it was so easy to feel good.  Yes, she thought to
herself, it will be a real shame, almost a tragedy to leave this place and go
back to St. Louis.

                                  *    *    *

      Even though Kitty had lost all track of time while she wandered around in
the wooded hills, she managed to make it back to her sister's cabin before Mike
had arrived.  She was happy that she had not missed the arrival of her brother,
and she was glad that he had called Janet and told her that he would be
arriving at about six in the evening.  That gave Kitty time to take a bath and
get dressed in a way that she knew would please her older brother.

      During her sister's absence, Janet had prepared a meal that would please
a king, going all out to make the things she remembered her brother liked a
deep pot roast, mashed potatoes and gravy and a beautiful green salad.  She had
even gone so far as to travel into the nearest town and buy a bottle of French
wine, something she knew would impress Mike.

      Janet too, decided that she wanted to dress up for him. After all, she,
like her sister, had not seen him in years, and she wanted to look her best.
Living in the woods, the nicest thing she had was a pretty cotton skirt with
matching blouse, something she only wore on special occasions.  Until her
brother had told her he was coming, she had never had a reason to wear it.

      Kitty made her appearance from her bedroom wearing a short print dress of
Indian silk, light blue and yellow in color.  Her small halter did not permit
her to wear a bra, which was fine with her, since she rarely wore them any
more.  She had wondered if perhaps the outfit was a little garish and revealing
for her brother, but her fears were laid aside when she saw Janet's reaction.

      "Sayyyyyy, Sis," the older woman said, "you look like you're dressed to
kill."

      Kitty blushed, surprisingly for her.  Then Janet made the comment that
her younger sister was not wearing any pantyhose either, causing Kitty's blush
to deepen in color.  As she lowered her head, her chin rested lightly on the
loosely hanging thin metal chain she was wearing around her neck.  She hadn't
thought about it until Janet called it to her attention, but she had indeed
dressed as though she was meeting a boy who was about to take her out on her
first date.

      However, even Janet could not hide her excitement as she waited for Mike
to arrive, and both women sat by the window, making small talk and almost
staring out, looking for his car. They were both acting like school children
waiting for their father to come home from a long trip, and this thought made
them giddy.

      And then, after what seemed like an eternity, they saw a car pull up next
to the house.  Janet jumped from her seat, but she was a little slower than her
younger sister, who not only jumped from her chair, but ran outside, throwing
herself in her brother's arms as he stepped from the car.

      "Oh, Mike, Mike, Mike, you're here!  You're finally here!" she said as
she pressed her head to his shoulder.

      Mike was a little taken aback by his younger sister's enthusiasm, and the
force of her running into his muscular body nearly threw him against the car.
Soon, though, he regained his bearings, and he placed his hands on her
shoulders and pushed her away from his slightly, his face split with an ear to
ear grin.

      "Yeah, Sis, I'm here.  Now let me take a good look at you. My God, you've
grown up.  You look beautiful, Kitty.  You really do.  I had no idea how much I
missed you until right now," said her brother.

      Kitty could not suppress her child-like laughter as she and her brother
walked with their arms around each other back into Janet's cabin.  Mike hadn't
changed a bit, as far as Kitty was concerned.  He was a little taller, a little
more muscular, more evenly tanned, but aside from that, he was the same person
she had remembered.  His faded jeans and patched workshirt added to his rugged
appearance, and everything about him exhibited the fact that he was a very
striking man, a man who knew what he wanted for himself, and would be satisfied
with nothing else.

      As brother and sister entered the cabin, Mike stopped while he looked
over Janet.  Her happy tension was obvious as she stood in the middle of the
living room, unaware of what to do as she allowed her eyes to focus on the
tall, athletic frame.  Sitting next to her was Duke, watching with interest as
the strange man entered his mistress's home.  Even though he had never seen
this man before, he could sense that he was welcome by both of the women in his
life, and that was good enough for him.  He waited for Janet to say something
that would let him know what he should do, though, as he sniffed intently,
hoping that he might be able to pick up some clue as to who this stranger was.

      "Hello, Mike," said Janet.  Her voice was low, and she was a little
surprised to feel that she was shaking all over.  She too, felt as though she
was meeting a blind date, and she wished she could have released her tension as
her sister had.  It was one of the few times in her life when she did not know
what to do.  She hadn't seen her brother in so long... and she wanted
everything to be the way it had been when they were children.  Would her older
brother feel the same way.

      Mike stopped dead in his tracks and Kitty moved away from him.  She had
never known her sister to be so tense before, but she could see that it was a
happy tension.  "Hello, Janet," her brother said, and he walked over to her and
gave her a big hug. Instantly, all of Janet's tension washed away, and she
allowed herself to break down into tears of joy.

      "Oh, Mike, you've come home.  I've missed you so much...  I was afraid
that you had changed somehow, that you might have forgotten what we all meant
to each other when we were children," she cried.

      Mike could not help but smile.  "I have changed, Jan," he informed her.
"I've become more loving, more concerned for the feelings of people.  And I've
missed you, too... you and Kitty."

      The three of them sat down on the couch, and there was a moment of
silence.

      "So tell me what you've been doing," both Janet and Mike began at exactly
the same time.  They laughed at the happy coincidence.  Kitty had to fight back
another rush of sentiment when that happened.  There was so much to talk about,
so much to catch up on that none of them knew where to begin.

      "Oh, I have to run into the kitchen for a minute, Mike, and make sure
everything is ready," Janet said, getting up off the couch.  "You know, your
coming had put me in a wild spin all day. I hope dinner will turn out all
right.  It's been quite a while since I've cooked for... well, for a man."

      The older woman left the living room, and Kitty and Mike sat and looked
at each other.  "Janet bought some wine," the younger sister said.  "Would you
like some before dinner?"

      "Yes, please," her brother answered.  "The drive was really something.  I
could use a drink to calm down."

      Kitty entered the kitchen, and she and her sister exchanged knowing
smiles while the younger woman poured three glasses of wine.  In a few moments,
the two sisters returned to Mike for some conversation before dinner.  Mike
couldn't help noticing how beautiful his sisters had become, especially Kitty.
The older brother and younger sister had always had a special relationship with
each other, and Mike was glad to know that it had not changed.

      "You know," he said, looking down at his drink while his sisters watched
him, "it never ceases to amaze me how beautiful the two of you are.  Especially
you, Sis," he added, raising his head and looking at Kitty, who was sitting
next to Janet on the older woman's couch opposite him.  The younger girl
flushed with embarrassment at his compliment.  "Oh, Mike," she replied softly,
"you were always able to say just the right thing.  You could always make me
feel good."

      "I hope it does make you feel good, Sis, because you know that I mean
every word of it," her brother replied.

      The three of them took a few more sips of their drinks, and finally broke
into an easy, friendly conversation.  Mike told them of his life with the
farmers, of the girl he had found and his feelings for her.  All the while, he
looked again and again at his younger sister.  He had never seen her look so
lovely before, and he was getting thoughts that bothered him.  She was
beautiful. Her young girlish body, the one he remembered, had matured into the
round, soft fullness of a full fledged woman, and the closeness he felt for her
was becoming something different than anything he had ever felt before.  He had
always loved her when they were growing up... loved her perhaps more than a
brother usually loves a sister.

      Kitty, too, was feeling a little different than she had expected.  She
noticed that her brother was staring at her, and even though she felt a little
uneasy with his glances, she also found that she enjoyed his stares, and she
shifted her body in such a way that her short dress rose slightly along her
thighs, exposing a great deal of her shapely legs to her brother's obviously
interested glance.  Yet she was not teasing her brother. After what had
happened between her and her sister the night before, she wanted to let her
brother know that she could express love for him in a way she had never been
able to before.  She was not certain, however, how he felt about it.  He might
read everything wrong.

      "And so," Mike concluded his story, "here I am.  Now, suppose you tell me
what's been happening with the two of you."

      Both Janet and Kitty spoke freely, the tension of seeing their brother
for the first time in so long lifted as they renewed their friendship.  Janet
told of her life with her husband and how she had felt after his death.  Kitty
told of her lover, nearly breaking into tears when she told her brother how she
had been hurt by the experience.  All the while, Mike remained silent, his mind
focusing on her words, but his eyes resting again and again on the shapely
smoothness of her legs and the full, heaving mounds of her breasts.  Against
his will, he could feel his cock lurch in his pants.  Was she coming on to him?
He couldn't be sure.  She was not acting in a teasing manner, but she seemed to
be offering him her body, something he could not quite understand.  While he
listened to her, he noticed that she had grown up in more ways than mere
physical maturity.  She was no longer his kid sister. She acted as though she
had become a woman in the years he had been gone from her.  As she described
her sex life with the man who had hurt her so, Mike was amazed that she could
talk about it so casually and freely.  That was something she would not have
been able to do in her earlier years.  She was also speaking freely of her
sexual depravation.  Mike wasn't sure if it was the liquor affecting her
conversation, but he did know that all this talk was making him very aroused...
and the object of his arousement was his younger sister!

      Janet mentioned that it was about time for dinner, and she left Kitty and
Mike alone for a few moments while she went to prepare the table.  As she left,
Mike moved to her seat next to Kitty.  She had been talking about how lonely
she felt after her lover had left her and had worked herself to a case of
tears.  In a brotherly manner, Mike took her hand and held it gently in his
own, offering her all the comfort he could.  She responded to his comfort by
letting her body go limp against his while she cried on his shoulder, allowing
all her sadness over the experience come out.  He stroked her long blonde hair
softly, gently, and he felt her body relax even more against his.  Surprised
slightly, Kitty nevertheless felt her breath shorten a bit, while impulsive
thrills of warm delight raced through her belly.  Then he drew her to him in a
brotherly hug, his lips kissing her on the cheek as her arms slipped around his
neck in response.  His open hand smoothed lightly over the exposed flesh of her
back to hug her tightly again.  Then he planted fervent kisses on her forehead,
pressuring down firmly... and even though he wanted to, he went no further.

      "I think dinner should be about ready," she whispered, her breath oddly
heavy when they broke their embrace, neither one brave enough to admit what
they were feeling for each other at that moment.  "And after dinner, Janet has
some really fine pot. Something to really liven things up a bit."

      Mike smiled at her as they stood up and joined Janet in the dining room.
"Now, that's something I could really enjoy," he told her as he placed his arm
around her waist and walked through the house.  As they were about to enter the
dining room, he could not suppress a warm feeling of love rushing over him at
seeing her again after al!  these years.  She had certainly changed.  She was
so sweet and sensitive... he could see that she had been more deeply hurt by
what had happened to her with her lover.  It seemed to him that she was afraid
that she would not be able to fall in love with another man again.  He wanted
to show her that she could.  He wanted to teach her that it would again be
possible. Too bad she was his sister.  She was such a lovely, luscious person.
It was all he could do to fight back the urges he felt to take her in his arms,
to press his lips against hers, to let himself fall freely into an embrace that
was something other than brotherly love.

      It was as though Kitty had read his mind, for just before they entered
the dining room, while they were still out of sight from her older sister, she
turned her head toward his and placed her lips firmly on his surprised mouth.
They pulled each other's bodies tightly, and it was only at Mike's insistence
that they finally pulled their bodies away from each other.  Kitty was afraid
that she might have pushed him too far, done something he did not understand,
and they entered the dining room in a slightly tense silence.


