The discussion was spirited and hot.
Morgan, the mother, Fuzzy, the largest son, Milo, his brother and Little Bit, his sister were in their corner behind the sofa.
Little Bit was doing the haranguing. "I can't believe you did it! You're not supposed to!"
Fuzzy twitched his tail in annoyance, "How do you know it was me? Maybe Milo did it."
Milo stopped grooming his stomach and thigh, he hadn't been paying particular attention to the spat. "Did what? Look, I told you all I wouldn't play with the toilet paper roll again and I haven't."
Little Bit glared at Milo. If she could have slapped her forehead in irritation she would have. Instead she turned her attention back to Fuzzy. "I could smell you! Milo may have done it too but it was your scent I smelled."
"Well, it's not possible anyway. I don't know why you're picking on me," Fuzzy complained petulantly.
And with that Fuzzy launched an attack against Little Bit, getting her in a headlock and using his back feet on her belly.
Milo looked like this was going to be a good match so he leapt in, jumping on top of both of them and biting Fuzzy on the back of the neck.
Suddenly Morgan joined the fray with a hiss and a swipe of her front paw that made the young cats jump apart.
"I'm afraid it *is* possible. It's what the humans call genetics. I'm an Ocicat, an accident of cat breeding. Your father is the Seal Point Siamese down the street and he has three testicles, an accident of nature. That's how it's possible, I would guess."
Fuzzy wiped his face with his paw and hung his head. "It felt so good."
Little Bit was triumphant. "I knew it!"
"Yeah but sister, how did you know it was me? Where were you?"
Little Bit glared at Fuzzy, twitched her tail. "You may be bigger than me but I can still take you. Just you remember that."
"You're evading the questio..."
Little Bit leapt to the top of the sofa and took off through the living room in a dead run, ignoring her brother's scrutiny. "Stupid tom!"
Fuzzy launched himself after her.
Milo went back to grooming.
Morgan laid her ears back, thought about going hunting in the yard tonight and then curled up for a nap.
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Kelly Simmons reached over and hit the snooze button on the alarm. She didn't want to get out of bed. She rolled over and looked at her husband and smiled.
She was a petite woman in her late 30's and her husband was a hulk of a man in his 40's. He had sleep apnea, wore a mask to bed hooked to a compressed air machine. That solved his snoring problem and his brain suffering oxygen deprivation while he slept.
Because of his weight and a coronary bypass and all the drugs he was on for his high blood pressure their sex life had taken a marked dive from where it had been.
Now, as she stretched, she felt like she had been double fucked and despite the aching in her hips and her aching breasts and nipples she loved the slick, warm feeling of the fluid leaking from her sex onto her thighs. It reminded her of their days when they were engaged and the early years of their marriage.
She felt good.
She felt wonderfully slutty.
Those little blue pills were a wonder drug.
She couldn't go back to sleep so she swung her legs out of bed, put her feet in her big fuzzy bedroom slippers and headed for the kitchen.
Fuzzy immediately quit chasing Little Bit and headed for his mistress. Milo, who had been cat napping, also jumped up and ran to the kitchen.
The two young cats rubbed their mistress' ankles and calves thoroughly before sitting in front of their food bowl, waiting for acknowledgment.
"Hi guys. Want some breakfast?"
Fuzzy meowed in the peculiar way of a Siamese. Milo got up and head butted the back of Kelly's calf.
"Okay, okay. Here."
She bent over and scooped some wet and dry food into their bowl. Morgan and Little Bit came leisurely strolling in and joined the boys for breakfast.
Michael Simmons rolled over on his side, turned off his breathing machine and pulled off his mask. He sat up and immediately noticed two things.
His crotch was wet and sticky and smelled of delightful feminine musk.
He smiled, chuckled to himself. Kelly must have taken him in his sleep.
Hope she enjoyed herself he thought to himself as he pulled on his sweat shorts and headed for the kitchen.
Fuzzy immediately looked up as Michael came into the kitchen and sniffed the air. It was the unmistakable scent of his sister and it was emanating from the master's crotch.
"I knew it! I knew it! You were there too, you horny little queen!" Fuzzy hissed, laid his ears back, exposed his front fangs then slapped at Little Bit with his paw.
"I wasn't about to let you two have all the fun," Little Bit hissed back, laying her ears back in challenge.
"Hey! Hey! Don't make me separate you guys. Eat nice. Fuzz, I expect you to behave like a gentleman. Quit picking on Little Bit."
Morgan interjected as she nuzzled the dry food away to get to the wet. "Behave you two. Mistress is right."
Fuzzy let loose with a plaintive Siamese meow as if apologizing; at least that's how Kelly interpreted it.
"Morning honey, I guess you slept well," Kelly greeted her husband with a sly smile, a warm kiss on the cheek and a cupping of his crotch through his shorts.
Michael smiled, "Uh, yeah, had a lot of fun," he ventured tentatively then kissed her back, giving her ass a squeeze.
Milo innocently speculated, "They don't have a clue, do they?"
"None," Morgan said, as she started her post breakfast grooming.
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The day in the Simmons' house was routine. The master went to work. The mistress worked at home. The young cats spent the day alternating between feverishly playing together and napping.
Morgan spent most of the day outside, in the shade of the large Oak tree in the front yard.
"Hey, Morgan...care for some company, babe?" It was Larry, the father of the kittens. He was sauntering through the yard.
"Might as well come lay about for a while, Larry. Just watch out, if mistress sees us together she might throw something at you."
"Nah, I bet she's real mellow all day."
Morgan looked at her erstwhile lover with astonishment, "You know?"
"Hey, it's the talk of the neighborhood. I told Fuzz and Mi they should do the mistress." Larry looked very pleased with himself.
"You are incorrigible."
"That's why you like me."
Morgan didn't say anything; she just whipped her tail for a minute or two, her right ear laid partially back, to show her disdain.
The two spent the day sleeping and grooming.