The War of the Pussy

"Let me go get her." You say, referring to your mom. This needed to get decided quickly, the longer Chloe had her little Muff the more she would become attached to it. The more everyone would get attached to it, you and El had taken a shine to it already yourselves. This had to get dealt with quickly.

Your cousin looks worried but she nods and says. "Aunt Helen will let me keep her, I know she will." You weren't so sure.

You head to your mother's office and knock lightly once more. You hear her get up off of her chair and walk across the room, the door opens and she smiles when she sees it is you. She glances down and recognizes your clothes. "Hey Jesse, this better not be another one of your surprise visits." She says with a playful wink.

You giggle. "No, not this time. Um, listen. We need you in the kitchen." You get serious again. "Uh, Chloe found that cat she hit yesterday and, she sort of brought it home with her."

"She didn't!" Your mother scowls. "I told her we'd talk about it first." She storms toward the kitchen in a huff, you following close behind. Despite everything that was going on you can't help but admire her wide womanly hips as she goes. Mmm, mmm!

As your mother comes in your grandparents quickly excuse themselves. They didn't want to get in the middle of household business. "This isn't any of our business, we'll just go chill out and leave you guys alone for a bit." They head out of the room, each of them giving Chloe a look of 'good luck'.

Chloe instantly scoops up Muffin into her arms and holds it protectively. The confused kitten licks its milky whiskers then proceeds to groom itself with its tongue and paws.

Your mother glares at it.

Chloe gives your mother a pathetic crooked smile. "Hey Aunt Helen...um, look who I found."

Your mother crosses her arms and shifts her weight to one leg. Uh oh, she meant business. "Chloe, how dare you bring that scroungy street animal into my house, the thing is probably rife with disease." That didn't start well at all!

Chloe looks at it. "She is just skinny...and I think she's beautiful. Let me clean her up and you'll..."

"Chloe, I said we were going to talk about this BEFORE you got a cat. Before! I don't mind you living here, but you are in my house now. You don't just get to do whatever you want."

Chloe was at a loss, she was unaccustomed to dealing like this with her aunt. "Uh...she's hurt though...cause of me."

"If she's hurt she should see a vet, a vet at an animal shelter. Chloe, we might end up getting a cat but not before we discuss it...and NOT one straight off the street!" Your mother states firmly.

Chloe's bottom lip juts out and her huge eyes widen, her eyebrows going up and together. Wow, you thought Elsie had a good pout...Chloe was the fucking pout champion! She looked so pathetic and sad and hopeless. "But...but...please?"

Chloe was reeling, she didn't know what else to say. She desperately wanted to keep her Muffin, but she couldn't form the words to make her case.

Unfortunately for Chloe she was up against a seasoned vet who had raised three kids of her own. "Don't you look at me like that. That won't work on me." You might have gotten away with that tactic, but your sisters rarely did. You assume it had something with you being a boy previously, you weren't sure why that mattered but it seemed to. She had a soft spot for you.

Your mother lands her knock out blow. "Besides, cats and babies don't mix." Oh shit, if this was a baby vs cat thing...Muffin stood no chance at all. Your mother wouldn't take any risks concerning her new baby. "Put it back in the box, we are taking it to the shelter right now." The decision had been made.

Chloe was in despair. "But...no, I won't do it...but I can't take it to my apartment...oh no! What am I going to do?" She looks at her pussy and strokes it unsure of what to do.

Elsie had seen enough. "Now wait a second Mom. Are you saying that we might end up getting a cat anyways? If so, why not make that decision now? If you're going to let her have one it may as well be this one. We have it and Chloe loves it already." It didn't take your twin bond to know that Elsie had her heart set on keeping the cat too. "We three will look after it, you won't have to lift a finger to do anything for the cat. I'm sure Chloe would gladly buy its food and litter and all that so it won't cost you a dime either." Chloe was nodding vigorously, overjoyed Elsie had taken over the debate. "And I am sure the cat and the new baby will get along splendidly, besides, I think I read somewhere pets are actually good for kids. Something about the immune system or something."

Your mother was unconvinced...but this was just phase one of the Elsie offensive. This had laid the groundwork for what was to come. The arguments assuaged reason, now to go for the heart.

Your mom stamps her foot. "In the box, now! We're taking that flea ridden thing out of here this second."

Elsie sighs, her shoulders slump. She turns and takes the kitten from Chloe who didn't want to let it go...but does. She sniffles as tears begin to well in her big eyes. "Noooo...please don't..."

Elsie gives Chloe a supportive look. El then says sadly. "Come on Chloe, lets go find a better box. This one is falling apart." As the pair of them mope out of the room El suddenly turns and deposits the kitten onto your mother's chest. "Could you just hold her a second Mom, while we find a box."

Taken off guard your mother reaches up to support the kitty. Chloe and El leave the room. Your mother looks down at it. "Uhh...Jesse, could you take this thing?"

"One sec Mom, let me get rid of this old box." You were stalling for time, you take your time as you reach down and pick it up.

By this point, after the stress of the day combined with the effects of a full tummy, the tired little feline was looking for a comfortable place to sleep. It could not find a better place anywhere than upon the massive bosom of your mother. It begins to knead and purr. Muffin was playing her role to a tee. You see your mother flinch a bit as its needle sharp claws nip at the flesh of her creamy smooth cleavage. Before she knew it Muffin had settled in between her soft plump tits...and had fallen fast asleep.

You are hiding your smile as you finish crushing the gross old box and stuffing it into your trash. You watch and actually see the exact moment that your mother's heart melts. She is staring down at Muffin with a sudden adoration. "Awww, the poor thing is so tired."

You nod. "She's had a rough go of it out there in the big world all by herself." You decide to twist the knife, just for good measure. "I sure hope the shelter can adopt her out...or else...well, you know what they do with kittens that don't get adopted."

The battle was won. Flawless victory. You couldn't help but be impressed by Elsie's masterful technique.

After a bit Elsie and a despondent Chloe reenter the room, a smaller better box in hand. Chloe tries one last time. "Please Aunt Helen, please let me keep my pussy! I'm begging you!"

Your mother looks up with a kind motherly smile and the two notice the ball of white fur sleeping soundly in her cleavage. "Okay Chloe, we can give it test run. We'll try her out for a week, to see if we all get along." You all knew damn well there would be no week long trial, it was official. Muffin was now a Bailey. "First thing though, you can't feed her cow's milk. It's no good for kitty's. We'll go get her some proper food."

Chloe and El hold hands and jump for joy, you rush over to join them. All of you squealing like kids on Christmas morning. Your mother scolds you, gently. "Shhhh...she's sleeping." You all break into a girlish giggle.

You are grinning wide, this called for a celebration. "Hey guys, this calls for a celebratory treat. I made some brownies. Want to try them?"

Chloe and El smile and say "Yeah!"

Your mother nods as well. "Oh yes, I am starving. I've been smelling those baking all afternoon."

El grips your shoulder and looks into your eyes. "Oh, I can't wait to try them." She adds. Thank you for making them...for me.

You smile back at her, your heart overflowing with love. I hope you like them.

She assures you. I know I will, cause you made them.

You head to the counter and grab the green plastic container. Green means good.