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Like, Meow and Stuff	By : FairySlayer Category: +G through L > Littlest Pet Shop Views: 3077 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Littlest Pet Shop or have any connection to the property (via Hasbro, The Hub, etc.) whatsoever; no one pays me to write this stuff. And, yes, they are two too cute.

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The twin girls were in the large bathtub of their luxurious private bathroom. The two were identical in their petite forms and pretty, if often bored-looking faces. The only major differences were that Brittany’s hair was dyed black as opposed to Brittany’s hair, which she preferred to leave stark white, and their hair was parted on opposite sides. Though they usually had on their thick mascara and lipstick to cover it up, now it was obvious that they were albinos, with reddish eyes and pink lips. Yet perhaps the girls were even more beautiful because of it. Their skinny bodies did reveal modest, firm breasts, and their almost-straight waists were perfect for allowing distinct hips and nicely rounded behinds without breaking form.

Brittany swished the water around herself a little, but was otherwise pensive, occasionally staring at her sister’s narrowed eyes and tense lips. But finally she couldn’t stop herself from speaking. “You know, we’re totally gonna get her.”

Whittany fought off the urge to roll her eyes at her only true friend. “Yeah, I guess.”

Without showing a hint of emotion, Brittany suddenly got up out of the tub and yanked a fluffy towel off the counter, barely wrapping her dripping body as she briskly walked out. Her sister was speechless at first, and then she slumped down, letting her chin sink into the water. This was new.

With some bit of trepidation she left the water and dried herself off thoroughly. Only then could she slide on her lacy pink pajamas. They were made of fine silk and had tiny bows of different shades all around the neckline, buttons, and waistband of the bottoms. They were a bit small for her, but that only made how they felt against her skin more enjoyable every time she moved. It was a small consolation as she approached their bedroom without knowing what to expect.

Whittany stepped inside the mostly dark room, lit only by the delicate little lamp on the nightstand between their twin-size canopy beds. She heard her sister by the closet and could make out her form quickly dressing for bed. Even though the dark-haired girl usually took the lead she didn’t consider either one of them “the alpha,” so she decided to wait. If there really was something wrong Brittany would say, but she hoped that there really was nothing and her imagination was just getting the better of her.

But just as she pulled down the covers and sat to get into bed, Brittany walked straight over to her. She was wearing a cat suit similar to ones they’d worn in an attempt to get the better of their unwitting nemesis, Blythe Baxter.

With bright blue eyes, long brown hair with the most adorable bangs, and an ever-present aura of happiness no matter what, she seemed almost angelic to the twins. However Blythe had rejected their advances of friendship when she was brand-new to the city; even worse, for a while she had started acting like their friend and hanging out with them, with all three having lots of fun until the girl decided to go back to her old loser friends. Worst of all, Whittany didn’t even understand why they wanted to be friends with her in the first place. At times it seemed like Brittany was more determined than she was, though honestly that alone would be reason enough for Whittany to try so hard.

The dark haired girl snapped back to the moment. With this sudden development Whittany realized that her sister only wanted to surprise her in an attempt to please her. And herself. Brittany had settled her knees into the mattress and was visibly struggling to keep her hands off as she kissed her sister’s cheek. Whittany sighed. “Sorry, but not tonight, okay?” Still, she didn’t try to move away.

Brittany sensually rubbed her nose against her unresponsive sister’s face before kissing her on the lips. “Why not? It’s been like three days now. And you’re the one who said we should always do it together.” She made sure her sister noticed her sliding the tip of her tongue across her lower lip, and then she ran that lip up from Whittany’s chin to her mouth before giving her a more-than-sisterly kiss. “You know going without it makes me a little crazy.”

Whittany moved her face back. “It’s not like I’m the boss of you or would get mad at you, you know. If you really need to. But...” She stopped as Brittany raised her hands, her fingertips turned to make pretend paws, and nearly touched her face. The horny catgirl relented and instead rested her hands on Whittany’s while bringing her face in close.

“Kitty cat just wants to, you know, lick you.” Brittany moved her mouth to her sister’s ear and breathed heavily, slowly. “Anywhere.” The hot breath alone sent a small rush through Whittany’s body, but when the word registered sparks went off inside the raven-haired girl’s pussy. She let her head go back as Whittany placed smoldering kisses on her neck, her shoulder. The white haired girl kissed down her neckline while unbuttoning and pulling down on her sister’s pajamas. She then licked her way down the middle of Brittany’s chest as more skin was exposed. When the last button was undone Whittany quickly pulled her arms out of the top.

Brittany’s eyes glinted as she put a loving hand on the back of her sister’s neck and guided her to lie down on top of the covers. She straddled her darker sister’s knees and began suckling on one of her breasts while playfully pawing at the other. Whittany let her body go limp and just enjoyed the tingling sensations. Realizing this, Brittany wasted no time getting off of her so she could pull off Brittany’s pajama bottoms too. Whittany had let herself relax too much to raise her perky bottom to help, but the silky PJs slid off with relative ease and gave her an even tighter sensation than when she’d put them on. She was in Heaven, and the best was yet to come.

When Brittany leaned over her, face to face, she smiled. Then Brittany gave her a lusty kiss for just a few seconds then showed her a wicked smile of her own. “I know you’re tired and stuff but I don’t wanna rush too much, okay?”

“Mn-hmm.”

The cat girl held Whittany’s face gently in her hands and moved in for a much deeper, wetter kiss. The dark-haired girl gave only enough resistance to show she was enjoying it but little enough so Brittany would know she was in full control. After all Whittany knew she’d be getting what she wanted, and had wanted for the longest time, so as far as she was concerned her sister could do anything else she wanted to her too.

Brittany broke off the kiss and lovingly brushed the hair out of Whittany’s eyes. “Can I just say that you’re definitely the prettier one?” Whittany remained silent. “I know you totally hate it when I say that, but I know it’s true because looking in the mirror doesn’t feel nearly as special as when I look at you, okay?”

Whittany felt her face go flush and her cheeks pull themselves into a bashful smile. Sensing her sister’s embarrassment, Brittany pretended not to notice and just lowered her mouth onto Whittany’s left breast. Slowly, hungrily she licked and mouthed the firm A-cup mound as if it were magical froyo that gave the eater an unlimited clothing allowance. She grabbed Whittany’s chest with her left hand, pressing in the palm as she squeezed and her fingernails grazed the pale flesh of her sister’s nipple. Now flush with arousal, Whittany moaned freely as her sister continued.

After a minute or so Brittany moved her attentions down across her sister’s ribs and belly, stopping to relish the taste of her fleshy mons as she licked with delight before reaching her first stop. Pursing her lips tightly over the upper part of Whittany’s labia, she blew out slowly, making loud purrs while causing the folds to vibrate hard against her sister’s clit. Brittany raised her head from between the dark-haired girl’s legs and smiled when she saw her sister breathing hard and heavy. She returned to her sister’s pussy, pawing against her inner thighs and groin while laying long, wet licks up the outside of Whittany’s perfectly smooth lips.

“Mrr...” Brittany purred then kissed lower. She pressed her mouth in and used short strokes to lick deeper between her sister’s folds. She found a pleasant surprise waiting for her. “Mrowr!” She lapped up the honey that had begun to drool out of her sister. Whittany’s legs trembled, and Brittany quickly landed a play bite on the inner thigh, drawing a yip of surprise. She giggled then returned to business. She began nuzzling her sister’s hot, moist opening with her nose while lapping at her taint, then she worked her head up and frenched her pussy, going out of her way to coat her entire mouth and chin with the delicious juices she’d elicited plus her own drool. Then Brittany went back down, wetting her upper lip and nose as well as she crossed the taint again.

Then she took the plunge. Still in-character, she used her knuckles to part Whittany’s firm, round bum cheeks and laid a kiss on the outside of her butthole. She thought back to the few times when the two would be fooling around, getting hot and heavy, and Whittany would get quiet before asking if she could lick Brittany’s back door even though it was obvious she really wanted it the other way around. “But I mean, really, I just think it would feel nice ‘cause you’re so good. And seriously, it’s not like I’d ever want to make you kiss my butt in that other way or anything...” It was too cute, but too disgusting to think about. Except when Brittany got too horny and couldn’t stop from thinking about doing all kinds of weird stuff. Tonight she was desperate and didn’t think about the consequences.

Next she landed a wet, sloppy kiss that reached almost right into Whittany’s sphincter, just stopping short. Brittany was thankful that they both maintained superb hygiene, and having just gotten out of the bath helped too. She darted her tongue in and swished it, gently at first but pressing harder with each pass until she was convinced it was okay. The white-haired girl pressed her mouth in tighter, almost forming a seal with her lips and nose, and started kissing with vigor as Whittany moaned and raised her knees, spreading her thighs as hard as she could.

While still making out with her sister’s back door, Brittany slid her fingers up between her sister’s slick folds, running them up and down the entire length. Her other hand joined the first, pressing her index and middle finger partway into Whittany’s opening. She stirred them while flexing her fingertips, giving the moaning, gasping raven-haired girl a little massage. When her first hand found Whittany’s clit she began running circles around it and simultaneously slid her other fingers deeper, then started plunging them in and out in a steady rhythm. Whittany’s feet came off the bed and she struggled to keep them up while also fighting the urge to wrap her thighs around her sister’s head. She shook and squirmed so much that Brittany’s fingers kept losing their targets. She briefly put her arms under and around her sister’s thighs to hold her steady, but her neck was hurting too and all that fidgeting didn’t help.

Brittany pulled away and got up on her knees. The other girl’s eyes opened and looked at her with worry. Before she could ask the cat girl grabbed her waist and said, “Shhh. Kitty needs you to roll over.” Whittany eagerly complied. Brittany jumped off the bed and grabbed her sister’s ankles, using strength that surprised her sister to pull her down so that her knees were almost off the edge of the bed. Whittany spread her legs while excitedly kicking her lower legs in the air a little before trying to get up on her knees. Brittany forcefully pushed her body back down onto the bed while hissing.

Whittany tried to raise her behind again only to elicit an angry growl and kitty’s claws sinking into her butt cheek – just enough to let her know Brittany was serious. “So then do you want my butt off the bed so you can..?”

Brittany let out a loud “MROWWR!” while straddling her sister’s upper body with her own head pointing towards the foot of the bed – right over her sister’s delicious bottom. The dark-haired sister remained compliant as the kitty pulled her arms to the side and over Brittany’s lower legs, then she bent her knees hard. Only when it was done did Whittany realize that her sister had trapped her upper arms, immobilizing her with her face nearly pressed into the mattress; when Brittany hooked her ankles together behind her head she knew things were about to get serious.

The white-haired twin palmed one of Whittany’s butt cheeks to the side and she dove in, growling as she licked and sucked her sister’s behind with vigor. “Oh fuck! Yes, that’s it! Oh...oh!” Whittany cried out into the mattress. Brittany snaked one hand under her sister’s thigh and began to playfully graze Whittany’s clit with her fingertips. Her other hand still pressed her sister’s ass cheek aside while she resumed her finger-banging. Whittany wasn’t even trying to keep quiet anymore, and her muffled cries of pleasure drove lust-crazed Brittany to close her knees even tighter and start rubbing her pussy against Whittany’s neck and back through the satin costume. She also started plunging her fingers even harder, being sure to hit the G-spot whenever she could. Her other fingers were now well lubricated with the juices that had drizzled in the meantime, making it easier to draw fast circles around Whittany's clit. She made a point of grazing her teeth against the inside folds of her bum cheeks.

Whittany felt a shock when she felt her sister’s hot wetness on her neck and it sent her flying towards the edge. Her thighs tensed up and her lower legs occasionally kicked the air as her breaths became ragged. “Oh yes! Please! So close! Ah! Ah! ... Ah!” Brittany began working both hands even faster, and she pressed her tongue in harder and deeper than before, all the while straining her back ever harder as she mashed her groin against her sister’s neck.

All of a sudden Whittany stopped kicking and spread her legs wide, the muscles going tight as her orgasm hit. Brittany stopped pumping and instead began gently stirring her sister’s insides. Knowing that her sister’s clitty would be very sensitive, she relented with her lower body and loosened her legs’ grip on Whittany’s upper arms; she ground only lightly against her now too. With her other hand she just rubbed the upper part of Whittany’s labia as the girl’s insides tightened up and released. Waves of soothing warmth ran through her young body while more juices ran down Brittany’s hands and onto the bed.

Whittany’s breathing finally slowed down so Brittany took her hands away from her sister’s sex. She gently pushed those firm cheeks aside and began licking and kissing inside her sister’s butt while getting up on her knees. The bottom girl turned her head sideways and sighed with delight at her afterglow and the added pleasure. Soon as she started to get comfortable though Brittany landed a play bite on the inside of one cheek. Whittany yipped, then rubbed her eyes as her sister climbed off of her. She got up too quickly and wobbled until Brittany caught her. After regaining her balance she slid her hands around Brittany. “That was like the most awesome one I ever had,” she whispered in her ear before giving it a gentle kiss. Then as she slowly unzipped the cat suit she added, “So, I guess it’s time for me to pet the kitty, or maybe she wants to try it too...”

“I’m good,” Brittany said softly before going to kiss her sister on the lips. She hesitated, then suddenly turned aside to kiss her on the cheek instead.

Whittany immediately understood what was the matter. She grabbed her sister’s face between her hands and pressed her mouth in deep, giving Brittany a long, hot, tongue-battling kiss for a good half minute. The light-haired girl looked back in surprise. “C’mon, it’s not that gross,” Whittany said. “And I definitely won’t be grossed out by something I wanted for so long. Hmm...” She gave Brittany another heated kiss on the lips. “Nothing will stop me from kissing you.” Then she yawned wide, ending with a little sniff.

Brittany giggled then guided Whittany over to her bed and sat her down. She grabbed the pajamas off the floor, but when she offered to help put them back on Whittany pouted and shook her head. The smile reappeared as Brittany dropped them on the floor and then quickly discarded the cat suit too. Whittany raised her bottom as Brittany lifted the covers, then Whittany got in first, facing the far side of the room; Brittany got in behind her and spooned her, resting one arm over her sister’s waist. She gave Whittany a kiss on the back of her neck, but when she tasted what remained of her own juices there she felt a bit naughty again, so she started licking her sister clean. Whittany giggled at first, but then she put her hand over Brittany’s and gently stroked it as she let the feeling and the sound relax her as she drifted off to blissful dreams.

Soon enough Whittany’s breaths slowed as she fell into a very satisfied deep sleep. Brittany carefully extracted her arms from around her sister and waited a few moments to make sure she didn’t stir. Then she carefully slid out of bed, giving her sister one last kiss on the back of her head right after putting the covers back. She reached behind one of the bed curtains and pressed a button in the wall, one long push followed by the code “–···, ·–··” twice. She went straight to her closet and put on a shiny black bathrobe before carefully opening the bedroom door and slipping out. She moved quickly down the hall, fighting back her urge to play with herself and get some much-needed relief. However she knew that the moment she came she’d have a "regretgasm" about kissing her sister there, ick, so she rushed into the bathroom and spent several minutes rinsing with mouthwash and brushing her teeth and tongue.

Brittany threw her toothbrush away then quickly followed the dim floor lights down the hallway. She came to the open door of their dimly-lit study and went inside, locking the door behind her and heading straight for the desk. Her robe fell into a pool at her ankles before she sat naked in the plush velvet chair which was almost right up against the desk. The rolling office chair, no matter how ergonomic the cushions or comfortable the leather, was downright dangerous for what she had planned. Next to the chair was a small table atop which there was a silver tray, with a box of tissues and a pump bottle of hand lotion. She moved the mouse and the screen came to life, revealing four security camera views: two views into Blythe Baxter’s bedroom and two in her bathroom.

Brittany pulled her legs up onto the chair’s arms and then leaned forward to tap a few keys. A listing appeared: Morning | Afternoon | Homework | *** | Shower | Bedtime. The girl excitedly selected *** and then leaned back in her chair. The display flickered and then showed two frames side-by-side of Blythe at her desk. Brittany could feel herself getting wet again. She licked her fingertips, getting them nice and slippery, and then pushed them into her mouth and started sucking gently.

On screen, Blythe put her papers in a binder then closed all of her books. After she put everything in her backpack the brunette slumped back in her wooden chair and sighed heavily. She stretched and yawned, letting her flowery pink blouse slip out from under her tight blue jeans. Blythe smiled and took in a sharp breath before stretching even more and wriggling her hips, seeing how much of her midriff and waist she could reveal. Then she smiled wide and started unbuttoning her blouse.

Brittany brought her other hand up and started squeezing her breast. She put her fingers to her lips and murmured, “Mmm, done with your homework already? So what are you gonna do now, you naughty girl?”

The brunette pulled her arms free and let the blouse drape over the back of her chair. In a snap she unclasped her bra and dropped it on her desk. Her head went back, her eyes closed, as she began feeling and gently squeezing her B-cup breasts with both hands. Soon she was feeling her tummy, then she stretched her body out straight on the chair. With one hand she unbuttoned her jeans while the other slipped right down into the front.

After wiping some drool from her lips, Brittany brought two fingers to the top of her slit, sending a shock through her body. Then as she started sliding up and down inside the folds she found that she was much wetter than she knew. Her face scrunched up as she struggled to keep her hand moving slowly. “Omigosh, I’m not gonna last...” She pulled her other hand away from her chest and jabbed one of the keys a few times, making the video jump ahead.

Blythe finished shimmying down her jeans and panties to bunch up at her knees. One hand cupped over her pussy and she began fingering herself in earnest. The brunette rolled her head and licked her lips slowly, taking time to savor the feel of her tongue tracing them. Then she bent her head down as far as she could while lifting one of her breasts. Sticking out her tongue as far as she could, she was just barely able to lick all of her nipple. As she leaned back again, just pinching her nipple instead, she rolled her hand forward and penetrated herself with her fingers. The way she started moving made it clear she wasn’t going to take her time.

“That should be me,” Brittany moaned her lament as she started to work her pussy with both hands, shakily driving her fingers into her vagina. Her other fingers shook over her clit in a vibrating motion. Every few seconds she switched hands, making sure to coat her entire sex with her sweet juices. Brittany squirmed in the chair, even raising her butt off the seat as her legs writhed in pleasure. “Oh fuck yeah, you stuck up little bitch. What? You think this is gonna make you more popular with me?”

“Aw yes!” came Blythe’s tinny voice through the speakers, taking Brittany by surprise for a moment. But the white-haired girl didn’t stop fingering herself more and more furiously, shaking her clit even faster as she continued to watch. She began humping the air, imagining her snatch was in the blue eyed girl’s face. Still she kept an eye on the screens, enjoying both the side and straight-on views as her and her sister’s number-one enemy played with herself.

Blythe’s head was moving down to look at herself and then falling back as she bit her lips. She gasped through her nose and started whining and squealing. “Yes yes yes yes yes...!” she mewed while picking up speed. Then just for a second Blythe leveled her head and her eyes opened wide as she showed a big smile.

Without thinking at first, Brittany imagined that Blythe was looking right into the camera... “AGH!” Her whole body went rigid as her orgasm crashed over her, waves of pleasure racking her body. She creamed her hand while continuing to pump her pulsing insides as quickly yet delicately as she could. Her muscles strained and one of her legs twitched uncontrollably as the heat began to spread from her groin and overtake her entire body. Slowly she relaxed, letting herself back down into the chair as she took the hand from her pussy and carefully licked her fingers clean, all while watching Blythe enjoy her afterglow as well. Brittany slumped back in the chair, her legs hanging limply over the wooden arms and her butt resting in the big wet spot. On the screen Blythe tried to stand up and immediately started to topple. “Whoops!” *CRASH*

Brittany could only laugh weakly as her eyes slowly closed themselves. “Oh Blythe Baxter, the things we could teach you...” With that, her head lowered onto her shoulder and her mouth fell open. The air felt cool against her naked body but it was refreshing. The events of the night replayed themselves in her mind, and she found that what she’d done for her sister didn’t bother her nearly as much as she’d expected.

She felt drool being dabbed off her lips and then her legs were carefully lifted off of the chair’s arms. Brittany let it happen, not even reacting when a pair of hands gently massaged the indents from the backs of her knees. She snuggled in her robe as it was wrapped around her and started to doze off again while being carried back to her bedroom. Upon being placed back in bed, sans robe, she curled up around Whittany again before the covers were replaced. In no time she was lost in a deep sleep.

As he closed the bedroom door behind himself, their butler François smiled brightly and chuckled, “Je baise adore mon travail!”

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