Luna provided a nightcap.

The two siblings and their intrepid feline companion were lying in Alan’s bed, huddled together as the storm raged outside.
Catrina had soon fallen asleep clinging to her brother’s side, her head placed into the nape of his neck. Her even breathing tickled the hairs on Alan’s bare chest, while her blissful expression twitched occasionally, evidence of a vivid dream.

The young man in the middle lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling—he could not find sleep just yet. Too much had happened that day and his mind was racing. He would be sent away from the villa for the first time, a dream he nearly thought impossible. He would see home again, his uncle, his aunt, and above all his cousins. For the first time in his life, he would be doing something important, work alongside someone with power. And then, to top it all, his sister revealed their life-time companion Luna to be a magical being, a shapeshifter. He still could not quite believe it. He would travel with her and would have to trust her with his life if necessary.

All his thoughts and concerns spinning in his mind, one came to the fore more often than the others: Catrina.
He would have to leave his sister behind—his greatest friend and confidant. He knew he would miss her the moment the carriage got underway. But what about his older sister? Would she be alright alone with their father? She could stand up for herself, but could she defend herself if things went sour? Now with Luna going away as well, would she be lonely? Could meaningless sex fill the gap of both of her best friends leaving?

Unknown to Alan, Luna lay awake beside him, also lost in thought.

Should she make a move on him now or wait till they are both alone? She could feel her most intimate parts tingle at the sight of the longing in his eyes earlier. He wanted her as much as she him, but maybe not with Catrina right beside them. And if she did make a move, how far should she go?

Unlike the little brother, the shapeshifting feline knew exactly that he was not asleep—his breathing was different.

She came to a decision and languidly turned to face him, her night-vision revealing every detail.
‘Cannot sleep either, Alan?’ she whispered to him.

He only turned his head to her—he did not want to disturb Catrina’s slumber. Unlike his feline friend, he could not make out much, her frame only illuminated by the occasional lightning flash. The faint hint of colour of blue silk and bronze skin.

‘I am nervous, lost in thought. Sleep does not come easily with my mind so occupied. Is it the same for you?’ Alan whispered back.

Luna scooted closer to him. Propped up on one arm, she laid her hand on his chest next to Catrina’s face and draped one leg across his. She caressed his chest, drawing slow circles, and rubbed her knee along his leg.
‘Aye, I’m excited at what the coming days and weeks may hold in store for us. But we really should find some slumber,’ she sighed. ‘I know one thing that always makes me very sleepy.’

Alan did not quite pick up on her advances but greatly enjoyed her touch, his manhood slowly but surely reacting to her.
‘Pray tell, I could really use it. I do not want to be late in the morning,’ he perked up at the suggestion.

Luna slowly, deliberately slid her hand down lower on his body, savouring the feeling of his modest pectorals and faint abdominal muscles. She halted her caress just short of his underclothes.
‘A good orgasm always makes me sleepy, love,’ Luna moaned in his ear.

The young man drew in a sharp breath and hoped it did not wake his sister. Luna was suggesting something he had only dreamed of. A girl wanting him, caressing him, touching his most intimate places. All his adolescence he had pictured what it would be like, and to his shame many of those daydreams featured the woman sleeping at his side—Catrina. The feline beauty next to him seemed like a gift from the Gods to him—sensual, playful.

She did not wait for his approval, the look on his face told her more than he could have ever put into words. Her hand went to pull the string and carefully opened his breeches.

She watched closely, as Alan’s manhood was revealed to her for the first time, already slightly engorged with his desire. It was not very large yet, but she knew it would grow further at her touch.

She brought her gentle hand to it very slowly, as if it would startle and run from her, had she moved any faster. When she finally made contact and leisurely ran her finger down the underside, she felt the intense warmth of the pumping blood in his phallus. She reached the tip again with her index and grasped the shaft in her hand fully, bringing her slender fingers around to caress even more intensely. Her thumb tenderly pressing into the frenulum.

Alan stifled a contented moan. Somebody other than himself was touching his penis for the first time, it felt divine. Filled with intense pleasure and lust, his heart quickly brought his rod to full mast in Luna’s silken grasp.

Luna let out a little purr as it grew in her hand. She saw that her new lover did not overly excel in endowment, but it was far from small. In fact, it was bigger than average. She did not move, only holding it in her hand, for a long moment.

Playing with Alan’s manhood made her excited as well, a tingling in her entrance and her petals slowly wetting and leaking her sweet nectar. She wanted to be caressed herself too but could not in their current position—and he was not taking the initiative.
She threw a quick glance to Catrina, still cuddling her little brother’s opposite side, intently watching the rise and fall of her breathing. She was still fast asleep.

Luna took the opportunity and let go of her new favourite plaything. She sat up for a moment, grasping the bottom of her new silken shirt, lifted it off in one quick motion and threw it to the foot of the bed.

This time Alan did not look away while blushing. He tried his very best to make out her curves in the darkness, hoping against hope that there would be more lightning flashes.

When Luna settled into her draped position again she did not bring her hand back to his penis to continue her ministrations, but gently took his hand that laid between them.
‘Touch me too, love,’ she purred to him.

She slowly brought his hand to her perky breast and moaned with pleasure as it made contact. Alan’s fingers rubbed ever so lightly, afraid he would be too rough in his inexperience. When his fingers found her small, brown nub, his feline partner purred in approval, telling him he was doing something right.

As she became sure Alan would continue exploring her body on his own, her hand made its way to his phallus once more, missing the feeling of his scalding flesh.

This time she was not content with just holding it, she ran her grasp higher and lower on his shaft, coating and revealing his glans with every stroke, making him moan with bliss.
The young man—to his own surprise—was not lost in his own pleasure, he wanted to explore more of her. He took his turn to slowly bring his strong hand down her body. Her skin was covered in a luxuriously soft blonde fuzz, which tickled his fingertips. He glided down her taut belly, eliciting cooings from the feline seductress. Reaching the coarser hair of her trimmed pubis, he had nearly arrived at his prize.

The cat-girl lifted her leg, that had been constantly caressing up and down Alan’s splayed leg, to give her lover easier access to her already flushed cleft.

A jolt of pure pleasure went up her spine as his fingers touched her petals and spread her leaking honey. Alan marvelled at the strange and unfamiliar sensations he felt touching Luna’s precious flower. She was so wet and hot, did all girls get this wet when aroused? Was it only her? Was it because she was with him? So many different thoughts assaulted his mind, not to mention the unfathomable pleasure she was giving him at the same time. His finger brushed a fleshy sphere at the summit of her entrance and Luna moaned with wanton lust. The clever young man decided he should touch that special place more.

Luna continued her leisurely wank of his substantial manhood and he felt that familiar feeling creep into his loins—he would not last much longer.
‘Luna, I’ve never felt like this before. I—I’m about to break!’ he told her in a hushed whisper.

‘Don’t hold back, Al.—Mmmh—Just keep touching me—I’m getting close too!’ she whispered back.