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Zayra could feel the bed rocking under her, her hips sore from being in the air. Her claws dug at his back, clawing at his fur with whimpering moans, "G-Gerald slow down... Oh god I'm gonna come...!"

His pink tongue found her neck, licking heavily before lifting his pinkish brown nose up to kiss her lips. "Good girl... Come on me."

Her legs were trapped over his thighs, her arms under his. "G-Gerald! Ohh!"

A rush of pleasure shot through her, but still she felt him continue. Pleasure rising again, nose down, watching his pinkish red flesh fill her purple slit.

"Thats a good slut, take it just like that..."

Biting her lip her eyes closed for a moment, "Oh god you feel so good."

"I'm so close," a voice that was not Gerald replied.

Her eyes opened, looking down at the purple knoted cock that beat against her slit, the white fur of their stomach. Lifting her gaze up their hard chest to their purple nose and cherry red eyes. "Z-Zay... Oh god... Yes!"

He shifted up, grabbing her legs and putting her knees over his arms, trapping them further up as he leaned back over her. His hips slammed on hers, bouncing her on the bed, "Thats it sis, God you're so tight."

Her arms rose and wrapped around his neck, claws at the base of his neck, "Yes Zay, don't stop..." Her voice broke a little bit, tongue falling from her mouth as she purred and moaned. "Don't stop... Oh Zay please! Harder!"

He grunted, gritting his teeth, "Just a... little more... Fuck sis. Almost..."

She dug her claws into his fur, moaning loudly as his knot made a wet slurpy pop and a heat flooded her lower body. Her pleasured waves crashing on her harder, feeling like she was going to drown in it all. Her nose shifted to his, leading him into a steamy kiss as they panted into each others mouths. She could feel his drool falling on her tongue.

His arms shifted to cradle her, letting her legs relax around his, petting her gently, "I love you sis."

"I love you too Zay," she panted, wrapping her arms around him more to pull him into another kiss.

"Zayra... Zayra," he said softly, but it sounded more distant. "Zayra wake up."

"Huh," she said softly into the kiss.

Someone was shaking her, "Zayra wake up."

She shot up from her bed, clonking into something with her head as she yelped and reeled back onto the bed, "Ow!"

"What the hell Zayra," Zay said, rubbing his head. "Ohh that smarts... Ow. Since when did you have such a hard head?"

She rubbed her head as well as she sat back up, "Why was your head so close?"

"I dunno, I just came in to wake you up," he stated standing, wearing jeans, chain, and a dark shirt. "Get up lazy butt and get your shower, you've already slept in."

"Slept in?"

He nodded, still rubbing his head, "Yeah, your alarm was going off the whole time I was in the shower. Hurry up, moms almost got breakfast ready."

She sat up and was looking at him as he spoke, eyes dropping down to glance momentarily at the crotch of his jeans that seemed stretched and bulged out. 'Weird...' her eyes following him as he walked from her room. 'I can't believe I had another dream about Zay and I having sex.' She sighed, paws in her lap for a few moments before she stood and started her morning routine, making sure to pick up her pace.

Down at breakfast she wore a pair of skinny jeans and a dark shirt, slipping into her seat she glanced between Zays shirt and her own. 'Oh thats right, mom got us both one...' Picking up her fork she looked down at her pancake breakfast, shoveling away. She was almost finished when Zay grabbed his bag, heading for the garage.

"Hurry up Zayra," he said.

She shoveled faster, shoving the last big bite in her mouth as she put her plate in the sink and grabbed her bag, patting her butt to make sure she had her phone. With a wave she departed, bounding into the garage and slipping into her seat.

The whole car stank of vinegar and baking soda, but was less noticeable than it likely would have been before.

He already had the garage door open, backing out into the street and starting away. "So... What were you dreaming about?"

Her ears perked and she looked around, dropping them as she looked out the window, "Uh... N-nothing really."

"Yeah, that's bull," he stated. "You were moaning in your sleep, not just a little either. Moaning and whining? Squirming like a worm. What were you dreaming about?"

"It's nothing, it was just a dream," she turned her body as best she could in the seat belt.

"Was it sex?"

She grumbled, "Zay..."

He shrugged, opening his paws on the steering wheel, "I'm just askin'. Like you were with the muzzle yesterday."

She huffed and crossed her arms, "It's not important."

"I didn't have to tell you anything about the muzzle either... Come on sis play fair," he stated softly.

A hot shudder raced over her and she felt a dark hot blush on her face, "I was... It was about... me and Gerald... We were having sex..."

A silence fell from him, and a tension that made her want to roll the window down with how stuffy the car felt. "Was that it?"

She pressed her legs together, holding herself away from him, "He er... turned into another guy, but I didn't recognize him."

The tension seemed to subside a little, "Another guy? What did he look like?"

She bit her lip, "He... Was a fox..." She slouched in her seat, "I'd rather stop talking about it..."

He shrugged, "Fine..."

After the tension settled down she licked her lips up to her nose, feeling a little dry. She paused at the taste of maple syrup, licking at her mouth to clean herself, 'Must have gotten syrup on me when I shoved that big bite in.'

"What are you doing," Zay asked.

"I found syrup,"she stated simply.

He stopped at a stoplight and grabbed her arm, leaning over as he pulled her. His wet tongue licking from her chin to nose, half folding around the corner of her mouth, meeting her tongue.

A fire burned in her chest, to turn, to meet his tongue fully and have that steamy make out that made her dreams leave fluttery cotton feelings in her chest. Her skin crawled to press herself to him and his muscled frame. Bury her tongue in his mouth until they were both a panting mess of arousal and need, yet also so satisfied.

She felt him pull away, paws itching to grab him but she buried them between her legs. Her body burned with hot and cold spells, similar fluttery cotton feelings in her chest. 'I want him... but he's my brother. I can't have him like that, I can't have him like I can Gerald.'

"Ick, did you use the butter flavored stuff?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Yah know the regular stuff is just as good? And you can use actual butter?"

She shrugged, looking out the window as a tear streaked down her face, 'I hate that I love you... But you make it so hard not to.'

Zay was laying back on a bench, lifting the hundred pounds of weights up before bringing it down.

A lion named Ken was his spotter, making sure Zay didn't tire out and drop the weight on himself. "Twenty four... Twenty five."

Zay could feel his body was hot, a little achy from the heavy lift day. He'd feel it more later, but his chest was aching and his stomach was upset. 'Can only imagine it is Zayra, upset about Gerald again... God it's only when she's like this that I wish we weren't twins, I hate feeling her pain.' He took a breath, arms suddenly feeling weak, closing his eyes as he pushed the bar up.

"Come on Zay, fifties easy for you."

He kept pushing, but his arms felt like wet noodles, his chest aching as his heart throbbed, pulsing and aching. Beating like he was running the mile at full speed. 'Zayra... Shit... Just... Push damn it!'

A warmth filled his eyes, followed by burning.

The bar lifted and was set back on the rack above him, "Zay? You alright dude?"

He slipped down, sitting up as he put his paws to his face to wipe the tears away. He felt cold, empty but full.

Mr Krizler stepped over, putting a hand on Zays shoulder, "Zay? Why are you shaking?"

"I'm fine..." He leaned over and picked up his water bottle, taking a slow drink, 'I'm okay, just... it's all Zayra. She said she was a big girl and could handle herself... If I want her, I have to... let Gerald break her.' He took a breath, slowly letting it out.

Another twist in his gut as the lukewarm water hit it like a rock. A shudder racing up his spine, eyes burning as tears welled up.

"Come on Zay," Mr Krizler said, patting his back. "Nate, spot on Ken too."

The leopard nodded, already standing over a rhino.

Zay lowered his head and started to stand but his legs shook. With a single step his left leg gave out and he landed on the ground, sitting between his feet.

"Zay," Mr Krizler kneeled down, touching a hoof to Zays face. "What happened, did you cramp up?"

Zay pushed at the boar's hooves with his paws, "I'm fine coach, just feelin' a little weak."

"You're sure?"

He put a paw on the bench, shakily standing, "Yeah, I'm fine. I just... I need to text my sister." He turned and whoozed a bit, putting his hand on his head, 'Easy Zay, just take it slow. Zayras freaking out, yah just gotta calm her down a little.' He walked slowly over to a chair and sat, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

"<Zayra? Tell me what's wrong,>" He messaged quickly, setting his phone on the chair beside him as he took another slow drink of water. 'My puking Monday probably isn't helping either.' With a few more deep slow breaths he picked up his phone again.

"<It's nothing Zay, leave me alone,>" she had replied.

On the floor his tail twitched, "<So it's Gerald. What's he doing now?>"

"<It's nothing. Focus on your weightlifting!>"

His lips twisted in a small frown, lip twitching in a silent growl, "<I would if you weren't distracting me. My stomach's upset and my chest hurts, the hell is wrong?>" He took another drink, eyes glancing up to find a few spotters watching him curiously. 'I'd move to the hall but until Zayra calms down I'm kinda afraid to get up.'

Mr Krizler walked over, sitting beside him, "Whats going on?"

He sighed, rubbing his head with a hand, "My sisters stupid boyfriend is giving her anxiety problems. The more worked up she gets the worse I feel."

"So it's a twin thing?"

"Yeah, it's a twin thing... Doesn't help she's an emotional ball of tangled twine more often than not... normally I can ignore her minor flare ups but..." He put his head in his hand, letting his bottle dangle in the other between his knees, "Her boyfriend is aggravating."

A hoof was placed gently on his back, "She'll probably leave him eventually. Just a matter of time."

He sighed, dropping his hand from his face, "That's what everyone says... Let her make her mistake... But it's so draining, watching her, seeing her ups only be less horrible downs. All because her boyfriend wants to get at me by hurting her."

"Zay, you've got more important things to think about than some high school drama. You've got an opportunity to be a professional soccer player. You can do amazing things that most people can only wish they could do."

Zay looked up at him, "But she's my sister... We grew up together... If I can't be the big brother I'm suppose to be, how am I supposed to be a professional soccer player with a team that's constantly looking to me? Adoring fans, and little kids who wanna grow up and be just like me..."

"Now yer over thinking it," Mr Krizler said.

Zay flattened his ears, 'Really? I thought I was doin pretty good... Ugh what would he know anyway. It's not like I can just tell him 'I'm in love with my sister so the whole thing is kinda hard to ignore'.' He sighed and looked at his phone, "<Look sis, I dunno what the problem is, so I can't fix it. But you are going to tell me eventually. Got it? I love you Zayra.>"

He felt his aches and shaking slowly start to fade, 'That worked...?'

"<I love you too Zay...>"

With a sigh he stood, shoving his phone in his pocket, "Welp, time to redo a set."

Sliding into lunch Zay left his bag by his normal seat, "Sup boys."

Jason, Kalvin, and Mat were there, already with food.

He left his bag and trotted straight to get food, greedily accepting the pizza rectangle, pudding blob, and mixed veggies. 'Sweet! Pudding!' Back in his seat he purred, taking a big bite of pizza. The cheese stringed a little between his lips and the rest. Shifting his tongue to drag in more cheese his teeth made small snaps until the final string broke.

"Hungry much," Jason said.

Zay put the back of his hand to his mouth as he chewed, looking over at them as he fought his mouthful. 'I'm so hungry, like that protein bar I had waiting for the bell never existed. Or the giant breakfast I had.'

Mats brown eyes lifted from Zay to beside him, darting back and forth, "Uh... dude..." His paw lifted, pointing.

Zay perked his ears. A faint, soft grape scent. He swallowed hard and turned, looking up at Zayra.

She gripped her bag, "Um.... C...can I.. erm..." Her red eyes were irritated, and her cheeks wet, prickled and matted from crying.

Zay kicked the chair beside him out, "Park it."

Without much hesitation she plopped down in the chair, slowly taking off her bag to set it by his. She kept looking down at the table, paws tucked away in her lap.

He put a paw on the table, startling her, "Go get food."

Her head rose, ears still down, Uh... N-not yet..."

Zay perked his ears and turned, spotting Gerald with the gazelle girl Jenn. 'Oh that slimy bitch!' He turned back to the table and shoved the rest of the pizza in his mouth. His tail shifted to wrap around Zayras chair and pull her closer. 'Cheating on my sister is one thing, cheating on my sister with a girl I'm tryin to tap! Oh boy you just started a damn war!' He felt weight on his shoulder, turning slightly to see Zayra leaning against him.

Her arms rose to wrap around his elbow and hug his arm to her chest. "You're stress eating again..."

He leaned toward her, putting his head on hers as he swallowed, "Sorry... but he pisses me off."

She sniffled a bit, and turned to hide her face against his upper arm, wiping her tears on his sleeve.

His head turned and he sighed against her far ear. "Sorry sis..." His eyes shifted a little as Gerald and Jenn moved with trays to sit at a table on the far side of the room. "Alright sis, go get some food and come right back here okay?"

She nodded a little.

His paw slipped behind her and grabbed her phone from her back pocket just as she went to stand. Having no studs or sparklies the case slipped free easily, 'And I'll take this.' He shooed her along and smiled, noticing the lines had grown quite long. Once she was far enough away he turned and tapped her phone.

Jason slipped into her seat, "She's got a code?"

"Line code.... Hmmm..." He slipped his thumb pad up one section, down the middle and up the other.

The screen opened.

"Contacts... Gerald..." He withheld a growl as he scrolled through her frantic texting to get his attention, calling him out on seeing him with girls only for him to apologize for his phone dying, turning it off, or putting it on silent. Demanding there was no other girls, just friends. 'And she believes this shit? I mean bullshit is bullshit.' He looked over and saw Gerald stroke Jenns arm. 'Time to teach this little shit what I can really do...'

He stood, "I'll be back." He didn't care if his approach was noticed but it wasn't, Gerald and Jenn making googly eyes at each other with only a couple odd people around them. Probably Jenns friends as they were mostly girls. His tail flicked and smiled as one of the girls got up in front of Jenn with her picked clean tray. As she departed he slipped into her seat, pushing her phone she had left to the girl beside him. "Sup Gerald."

The table fell a little quiet, and then some of the girls whispered, "Oh my god Zay's at our table!"

Gerald forced a smile, "Oh uh... What's up... Zay."

Jenn looked between them, smiling but a little confused, "I didn't know you were friends with Zay."

Gerald laughed a little, "Uh... Yeah, friends."

Zay smiled pleasantly, putting on arm on the table, his right paw holding his jaw as his elbow balanced on the hard pressed wood table. "Yeah we go way back... Like two weeks right? Think you've even been over for dinner."

There was an unsettled feeling from Gerald. His eyes a little darty, like he was trying to find an escape, "So uh... What's up Zay?"

"Ah ya know nothing much," He rose his head off his hand, waving it a little to gesture to the air. "Just typical school work, a little sore from weightlifting." He put both paws on the table, leaning forward like a puppy looking up at Gerald, "Tending my sisters broken heart cuz her boyfriend won't answer his phone, but here he sits beside a girl. Phone in front of him."

The other girls gasped, silence falling over the table and anyone else who was in earshot of the echoey room of voices.

Geralds mouth opened a little, eyes darting.

"Yah know Gerald if you wanna get in a girls pants, it's call honesty. Jenn and the other like seven girls, at least have the right to know you're dating my sister, who is over at my table. Sobbing her poor little heart out to the point I can't focus. You know what stress eating is right?" He reached out and picked up a french fry from Geralds tray, "It's what happens to me when my sister has anxiety attacks. Like the ones you cause her. And it-" he swallowed, "-Never ends well for either of us because when I stress eat, she stress eats, and when she stress eats, she gains weight." He leaned over to the lion girl beside her, "Fine lookin' girls like you lot, I'm sure you understand how she gets when the number on the scale goes up."

Zay picked up another french fry and flicked his tail, smiling just as cheerily as before, "So, Gerald." He bat his eyes as cute and girlishly as he could manage, "Keep your dirty filthy, cheating paws off my sweet-" He closed his eyes and wiggled his nose,"-Precious little sister." His eyes opened, paws on the table as he perked his ears, "Kay? Great! See you in detention." He grabbed another fry as he stood and popped it in his mouth, "Later girls."

Back at his own table he pet Zayras head and sat down, picking up his fork to take a bite. "Oh I feel so much better."

Zayra turned to look at him, "W-what did you say?"

He looked over at her and smiled, "Don't you worry your little head sis." He pulled her head toward him and kissed her tuft, watching past her ear as Gerald put his hands up.

The girls growling and scolding him, kicking him from their table. Jenn however was crying, one of the girls trying to comfort her.

Zay was wondering down the hall towards social studies, expecting Zayra to already be there. He turned down a hall and spotted who he was looking for.

Jenn was at her locker, seeming a little sluggish, tail down. As she went to close her locker Zay turned and stepped in front of her. She jumped and dropped the two books in her hands that fell to the floor. "Zay... Oh my god I-"

He got down and picked up her books, standing as he offered them to her, "Sorry about the whole thing at lunch. Gerald's had it comin' for a while."

She tentatively took the books, "I didn't know... When I asked he-"

"Said he was single?"

She nodded, a tear streaking down his face, "He was so nice. I mean... I know we'd only been dating a day or so but... He was so sweet, I didn't think..."

Zay stepped up close and put a finger under her chin, lifting her snout up, "You didn't know, so it's not your fault."

"So... You don't hate me? For... dating Gerald?"

"Well... You cut things off with him right?"

"Yeah, I even blocked his number cuz he wouldn't stop apologizing. He said Zayra was just a friend, but... You wouldn't lie would you?"

He snickered, "Me? I confess I'm a pretty good liar, but not when it's about my sister. Gerald's been over for dinner once, since then, my mom won't let Gerald come back." He leaned towards her and his lips touched hers. "I kinda lost my cool in front of you."

Her body shuddered under his lips, a heat of arousal filling his nose.

He put a hand on her arm, leading her to press her against her locker, "I didn't want Gerald to ruin you. You deserve better than him."

She blushed, "I... Z-Zay..." the books fell again to the floor and her little hoof hands rose to his chest.

He let out a breath against her lips, "Can I?"

She pulled on his shirt, burying her mouth in his as she moaned.

Zay purred, pressing her firmly to the locker, a paw trailing claws up her hip. His tail shifting lightly in the hall, feeling the gaze of onlookers. 'Man this is the first upper classmen I've kissed in a hallway.' Slowly he pulled away, licking his lips lightly, "Hmmm. Can't say I know many herbivores that'll kiss a predator after lunch."

She flattened her ears, "I didn't taste anything so... that's good right?"

"Well I did kinda wash the pizza down with the vegetables and pudding..." He licked his teeth, "Of course.... I'm never really sure if they put meat in the pizza anyway."

She giggled, wiping her eyes a little of old tears.

He rose a paw and caressed her cheeks, "Now then, I better get to class. Big brothers a full time job." He pecked her cheek and lifted his tail, balancing the books beside them for her to take.

She took them gently, "Wow... I didn't know you could do that."

"With a tail this long I gotta. Nothing's worse than getting it caught in a door," his tail slowly lowered back toward the floor. "Catch ya later Jenn," he said turning away.

"Later Zay," she said sweetly.

Walking into class he sat down and put his tail around Zayras chair, feeling her empty confusion. Watching her stare rather blankly at the book they were suppose to be reading.

He put a paw on her arm and then shifted his paw up to hold her hand.

She jumped at his first touch, and then smiled, lacing their fingers together as best the size difference would allow. Then she looked down at her book, eyes following along.

Sitting in detention Zay noticed Gerald was actually sitting away from him, a gloomy cloud over the coyotes head as he texted away on his phone.

Zay put his headphones in, working on health homework while listening to upbeat music. His head occasionally swaying to the beat, tail swishing to fluff on the floor. 'Destroy his poor excuse of a standing, will only take a couple days and everyone who knows me and all their friends will distance themselves from Gerald. Even more than before. Rumors, Geralds nothing but a cheater. He causes Zay to stress out.'

Mrs Lacri clapped her hands, "Detention is over."

Zay shoved his things in his bag, standing and stepping to the beat out the door. He walked past Zayra who stood to walk beside him. He put an arm around her, starting up the ramp he glanced back.

Gerald was walking out of the room, glaring at them with a half hurt look.

Zay twitched his lip in a smirk, 'Good luck gettin' a ride now. My dad ain't here to do the 'civil' thing.' He flicked his nose and tail, wrapping it with Zayras as they walked away.

In traffic Zay grumbled and groaned, starving hungry and eager to be home so he could shove the muzzle on Zayra. He mused a little and looked over at Zayra, "Hey..."

"What," she asked, not turning from the window.

"Chicken sammich? They won't be home till like six so... We could just stay out until like five thirty."

She turned and looked at him, "But you're grounded."

"Yeah, and? Long as neither of us tell they'll never know," he replied. "Come on sis, I'm starving, and if we go home I have to make food first."

She sighed, "Fine... but I'm not really hungry..."

His ears dropped back and he put a hand on her leg, "Sis?"

"What," she said coldly.

He was quiet a moment, 'She's really down. Not a lot of ways to get her out of this...' He sighed, pulling into a restaurant and leading her in. He ordered four sandwiches, her chicken sandwich and three drinks.

He walked with it over to the table she had chosen by the play center and set the tray down. Placing her box in front of her, "So how was your classes today?"

She looked from the center and shrugged, "Was okay I guess. Didn't focus too much in any of em..." She opened her box and picked up her sandwich, taking a bite before reaching for the drinks and hesitating, "Why three.

Zay pushed one toward her, "Drink this one first."

She picked it up and took a sip, ears flattening as she drank heavier just to get the contents to slip up the straw before perking and her big eyes brightened. Sucking down the vanilla shake as her tail wiggled thankfully under the table. As she took a breath she licked her lips, "Thanks Zay."

He picked up a few fries, "You're welcome sis." He watched her eat, noting how the sauce from her sandwich made a mess on her lips, and sometimes dropped to her paws that she would lick clean. It was just by chance the sauce was a mayo base, so it was alarmingly white. Smeared it looked almost watery. His eyes struggled to break away from it, watching her lick her paws of this white substance.

'This is all really arousing for what it really is...' He shoved a bite in his mouth, tail finding hers and coiling around it. 'If we ever get to... I'd totally coat her in cum.' His sheath became tight, 'Ow...'

She leaned back in the seat as she finished the last of her sandwich, tail flicking with his as she crossed her legs. The shake in her paws as she slurped on it.

A rush of heat crossed his face, and he pictured her hot mouth around his rod. Slurping and sucking on it just as much with her big cherry red eyes gazing up at him with her pleasuring murring. His sheath tightening further, tail twisting on hers as he stared.

Her lips lifted away from the straw and she blinked, "Zay?"

He huffed a little, feeling his blush, "Y-yeah?"

"You alright? You're staring, it's kinda weird," she commented gently.

Zay smiled, flicking his tail with hers, "Yeah I'm fine." He shifted his feet as he went to return to eating, taking another bite of his sandwiches and purring a little. Looking up again he noticed her eyes shift to gaze in at the children playing in the big play set with three giant tube slides. "Whatcha lookin at sis?"

"Just watching them play," she stated.

"Yeah, noisy things... Destructive, loud, bratty."

She smiled a little, "Yah know you were pretty destructive when we were kits... And pretty loud..."

He flicked his ears, "Yeah, but that was then... Doesn't mean I wanna try and have my own."

She put her cheek on her hand, watching them with her big cherry eyes. The softest smile as she watched them.

He turned and followed her gaze as best he could, seeing kids of different species run around, climbing in and out of tubes. They laughed loudly, screaming in excitement and dashing about in no particular order or fashion. 'Maybe they're playin' tag?'

"I wouldn't mind having kids..." She sighed softly.

"Why? Babies are just as bad," he stated. "All they do is scream, eat, poop and sleep..."

She frowned, flattening her ears as she turned to him, paw dropping to the table, "Zay, they're something created by two people. They are a person all their own, fit to be coddled and loved. They are to be taught, and learned from. No child is the same as another." She looked back at the window, "We aren't..."

"Thats cuz yer a gross girl," Zay snickered with his tongue out. "With cooties," he added before taking another bite.

"And you're a gross boy," Zayra replied sticking her tongue out, "With gross cooties." She remained silent for a while as Zay worked on finishing his four sandwiches. Another smile crossing her face, "I still want one... All my own."

"Yer afraid of kids," Zay pointed out.

She pouted and sat back, crossing her arms, "I am not... I just don't like other peoples kids. If I had my own I'd raise em my way. If I had a boy he'd be a little gentlemen."

Zay shuddered, "Bleh, tuxedo babies..."

"Mom still has pictures of you in a tuxedo... Little six year old you lookin all spiffied up," she wiggled her nose with a giggle.

"Yeah, well I can still find that picture of you in the tub with a butter tub on your head," he chuckled.

"Pretty sure that one was you," she stated, "Mine was a ship, yours was your captain hat."

"It wasn't me," he demanded playfully, "Says 'Zayra' right on it, and it was your butter bowl mom painted flowers on."

The two laughed quietly together before refilling their pop drinks and departing. In the car Zayra laid her head against her seatbelt and purred quietly.

Zay was turning down a road not far from the restaurant when he stopped at a light, glancing over as he went to speak but paused. 'She's asleep?' His ears picked up her slow, steady breathing, and a smile crossed his lips. 'Precious little sister,' he thought to himself as he gently touched her paw on her lap.

Her fingers twitched but gripped his thumb.

He couldn't help but think about the idea of children on the way to the house. 'I know mom said we were difficult as kits, but were still well worth every sleepless night... Dad disagrees half the time but only with me. Would raising a kid be so bad?' He turned into the drive and parked, turning off the car. 'I mean... I ain't gonna lie, the idea of cumming in a girl is fine and all, but to make a kid? And raise it? I don't want any sleepless nights... I don't want trapped down like some slave to little things that puke and spit, and shit all over the place... Diapers? Ew!'

He shuttered a bit, looking over at Zayra as she woke up.

Up in the house they went and Zay unlocked the door, turning after Zayra was in and closing it. With his back to her he smiled, "Zayra, go take your shower."

She looked at him, eyes bright, ears up, "Uh... Okay..."

He made sure she was in the shower before bouncing into his room and locking his door. It didn't take long for him to dig, the idea of pounding sweet pussy making him rock hard. Remembering Zayra licking up mayo from her paws. Fleshlight in hand he grabbed his lube. Plopping on his bed he squirmed out of his jeans and boxers, kicking them away as he put a little lube in his toy and thrusted up.

He could hear the shower, but his fists were slamming the fleshlight on his knot. 'Oh god... Fuck yes! Feels like it's been forever since I let off a load!' He groaned as he lifted his hips off the bed, closing his eyes.

Zayra bounced on his flesh, groping her breasts. 'Yes Zay! Oh god harder!'

He held her hips tightly, growling as he pressed his knot to her, 'Zayra... Oh fuck.' He rolled over and shoved her to the bed, growling and groaning as he slammed his hips down into her. 'Zayra.... Oh god Zayra...' He gazed deep into her eyes, purring and whimpering, 'I love you sis... I love you so much Zayra.'

Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close, feet in the air, 'Zay, ohhh god yes! Please Zay... Knot me. I want it.'

He pressed his head to the pillow, whimpering as he grit his teeth, 'Yes, I'll shove it right in. Paint your fucking insides with cum!' His hips rose and fell from the bed, groaning and whining. 'Just a little more!'

'Breed me Zay,' she squealed. 'Gimme your kits,' she whined, gripping at the back of his neck, pulling him harder into the pillow.

He huffed, groaning as he struggled to lift his sore hips, 'Zayra...' His knot slammed against her folds, ears tipping back as his eyes rolled back. His cock throbbed and pulsed as he filled his fleshlight with cum, shoving it out the other side and caking his sheets.

He squirmed a little, rolling to his side and panting, 'So good...' He sat up, glancing down at the wet cream mess on his sheets, also soaking into his shirt on his stomach and chest. 'Oh.... Right... I forgot my loads so big lately.' He got up and pulled off his bed sheet, tossing them in his hamper and perking as the bathroom door opened. He took off his cummy shirt and pulled his pants back up.

Grabbing his sleep clothes he opened his door, then his ears lifted and he snatched his muzzle up, stopping her in the hall with her dirty clothes.

Her head rose to look up at him, then a darkened blush as his musk hit her like a rock. She almost whoozed as he stepped closer and dropped his clothes on his tail. Her pleading eyes and soft whimpers catching the movement as he rose his muzzle and slipped it over her nose.

"Deals a deal sis," he kissed her cheek and continued on down the hall toward the bathroom.