What Is This I Feel? (Stormwind)

A dark thrill of excitement passed through the black-furred tom as he kissed his half-sister yet again, in a way that siblings were very much not meant to kiss.

Hollyleaf let out a quiet, stifled groan, meekly allowing Breezepelt to do whatever he wanted.

Breezepelt deepened the kiss once his sister got into it, purring loudly as he slipped his tongue into her maw.

Hollyleaf whimpered quietly before melting into the kiss with a soft mewl, letting her eyes slide closed.

“Hollyleaf...” Breezepelt mewled softly. He hated seeing his half-sister this way, compared to her usual, confident self. Hoping to distract her, the tom leaned in and kissed The she-cat once again.

Hollyleaf couldn’t help or hide the shiver than ran through her body at the feeling of his fur brushing against her. She swallowed, looking up at him uncertainly, ears flat and looking so very small and vulnerable in that moment.

Breezepelt stepped over closer to her, his confident form seeming to tower over her with her head bowed low, even though there was very little actual size difference. “But nothing, Hollyleaf.” The Tom’s chest fur brushed against her shoulder pleasantly.

Hollyleaf dropped her gaze to her paws. “But...,” she protested half-heartedly. I’m a murderer! Why would you want me?

“You don’t have to be,” Replied Breezepelt earnestly, rubbing his cheek against hers.

Hollyleaf pinned her ears back. “But I’m not...,” she started meekly, “I’m not special.”

“You may be my half-sister.” Breezepelt started. “But you’re still the only cat in the clans that makes me feel wanted and appreciated and loved, for once!”

Hollyleaf again flinched slightly at heating the words, eyes rounding in confusion. “Why?”

“I love you...” The tom Murmured. Their kiss had made it pretty clear in which way he meant that.

“..Yes?” Hollyleaf asked tentatively after a moment, shuffling her paws and wincing when her voice came out slightly breathy.

“Hollyleaf...” huffed the tom, wondering from her shiver if she was feeling the same urges as he was.

Hollyleaf couldn’t help the shiver that went down her spine at the hunger that appeared in Breezepelt’s eyes as he looked her over.

“Hollyleaf...” Breezepelt huffed softly, unable to keep his gaze from trailing down his half-sister’s body. As wrong as it was... he wanted her.

Hollyleaf opened her eyes, staring into her half-brother’s amber ones, hardly able to believe what she’d just done.

Breezepelt opened his eyes when Hollyleaf pulled away, staring into her depths as they both caught their breath.

Hollyleaf eventually had to pull away after another couple of minutes in order to catch her breath.

Breezepelt purred loudly into the kiss, his eyes closed as he explored the inside of his half-sister’s mouth with his tongue. This was so dirty, and yet it felt so right.

Hollyleaf hesitantly opened her mouth for him, letting her eyes slide closed.

Breezepelt noticed that Hollyleaf seemed a little less Sure than he did, but didn’t stop the kiss for any reason, eagerly prodding her teeth with his tongue to gain access to her mouth.

Hollyleaf’s return kiss was more tentative than her half-brother’s, the slender loner having never kissed anyone before, at first having been too concerned with being a good warrior, and then living on her own with just a spirit for company.

Without hesitation, Breezepelt turned his head, closed his eyes, and kissed his half sister, full on the muzzle.