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Zay was doing laps, his punishment for being late. He had his headphones in, and was doing his laps easily, but his mind was completely elsewhere. He wanted to pin her and make himself drunk on her. He could still taste the vanilla on her lips, the faintest toothpaste, and the sugary oatmeal she'd had for breakfast.

'God that kiss was more of a turn on than the last one... The one on the bed, or the one in the bathroom. She was more than just into it. Feeling her grab me like she was going to get it weather I wanted to give it or not. God it was hot.' He turned a corner, smiling to himself. He'd struggled to keep his boner down but he couldn't help but imagine his desires.

'Pinning her to the lockers... Fuck I'd tear her clothes off and knot her right there. Make her squeal, make her come on me.' He paused, feeling his knot swell uncomfortably, 'Damn...' He took a break and walked a bit. 'She's at least come to terms with Gerald cheating, she knows she can't trust him now.'

The door opened into the weightlifting room, Mr Krizler stepped out and snorted, "Alright, come get changed, lunch in five minutes."

He finished the lap, bounding down on all fours and slipping into the room. He then galloped into the small changing room for the guys and took his earbuds out, putting his phone on the bench in front of his locker. Once back in his street clothes he grabbed his bag and pocketed his phone, putting his ear buds back in.

He couldn't help it, even though he'd been horribly late, even if he had detention with Gerald after school, he couldn't help but have a bounce in his step. His hips swaying as he half danced to the music playing from his phone. As he walked into the main room with his bag the bell rang and he walked out.

Bouncing down the hall, his feet fell to the beat as he half raced down the steps and into the lunchroom. With his bag at the table he slipped into line. He couldn't help but want his sister already there, holding his hand, eating beside him.

As he set his tray at the table he saw her, ears lifting.

She was holding a book in her hands, looking at the floor.

A growl rumbled from his throat, watching as Gerald had his arm around her, smiling like the fool he knew he was.

Mat looked up, "What is it?"

"Watch my stuff," Zay said, rounding tables as he advanced Gerald who sat Zayra down at a table of his own male friends.

One of Geralds friends put his paws on the table, "Gerald, Zay's coming."

Gerald turned a little, "What's he gonna do, hit me? I dare him to."

Zay came up behind them, pulling on Zayras chair, "Up, now."

She stood and grabbed his arm that pulled her to his chest, quivering in his grasp.

Gerald popped up, "What are you doing? She's my girlfriend. She can sit where she wants!" Drawing attention from few tables that quieted, watching, curious.

Zay picked up her bag, "That's comical coming from you. I've said it before, and I'll say it again." He was growling, "Keep your dirty cheating paws off my sister!" He pulled Zayra away, keeping an arm around her, hand firm on her side.

Zayra had her paws up, wrung together as she sniffled, "Th-thanks Zay... I couldn't s-say anything, I was so sc-scared."

He glanced back, snorting a little as he lead her to his table and sat her down. "God he's a resistant asshole..." Plopping down beside her he pet over her ears, "Don't worry, he'll back off."

Jason put a spoonful of mixed vegetables in his mouth, "So uh... I take it you and Gerald aren't... Together anymore."

Zayra looked down at the table, "I guess..."

Zays tail twisted with hers, "It's for the best Zayra, he's not worth it. Wasn't from the start." His hand fell to her arm, "You can't trust him."

Her ears twitched a little and she looked up at him, her big sweet cherry red eyes, "R...Right."

"Go get some food sis, you can forget all about him," he smiled gently. "I'll be right here."

She looked around, gently gripping his arm, "Will you at least walk up with me...? Please... I don't wanna go alone, he might follow me."

He got up, taking her hand gently, "Alright sis, lets go." He walked beside her up to the lines, standing with her quietly. As she stepped into line to get her milk and tray he stepped away. Waiting until her card was scanned to walk with her back to the table to eat.

After class Zay held her hand as he walked toward his last detention, his sister on his right, left paw gripping the strap of his backpack. As he walked a smile crossed his lips, 'When's the last time I got this feeling? Like I've got cotton or butterflies in my chest. Just being around her... Oh yeah... Back in elementary school. In Mrs.Gibsons class... First day of third grade.'

Mrs.Gibson was a round hippo of a woman. Polite and caring, ever careful with the small children around her. "Alright kids, settle down." She held a small little foam soccer ball in her hands. "We're going to play a game. I'm going to toss the ball and someone will catch it. Who ever catches it says their first name and then their favorite thing."

He distinctly remembered watching, waiting, a moment and a chance. Then glancing over at Zayra who never made an attempt to wave her arm for the ball. The movement of white and black caught his attention as it flew low, just by his desk where he was standing with excitement. He shifted left, taking the ball to his hip. It bounced only a little and he used an ankle to bounce it straight up into his hands with a grin.

There was a moment of quiet and his ears popped up, "Oh right.. Uh... I'm Zay." He put an arm back and rubbed the back of his neck with a grin. "And my favorite thing is soccer." His tail wiggled on the floor, looking around for a target to throw the ball at. His smile faded a little and his eyes turned to his sister.

Zayra, wearing a pretty pink shirt and a pair of pants. Her paws tucked in her lap, ears back and eyes to her desk. She hadn't rose her hand at all.

He looked at the ball and gently tossed it at her.

She jumped as it landed in her lap, picking it up as she looked over at him with her big eyes. A clear flush of fear.

He sat down, whispering quietly, "Go ahead."

She shakily stood and fidgeted.

"Wow I've never seen twin brothers before."

"They look just like each other."

Zayra wrung the foam ball, "Uh... erm... I uh..." She took a deep breath, "I'm uh... I'm Zayra. And.. my favorite th-thing is... books..." She threw the ball and sat down quickly, sticking her paws back in her lap.

Once the game was over they started working on english stuff before being dismissed for lunch.

Zay held Zayras hand as they walked into the noisy lunch room. They got their food and sat next to each other to eat, curling their tails around one anothers. After lunch they ran out to the playground, running up onto the toy set and squealing down the big slide.

Running through the tire chips Zay noticed a group of boys from his class. Watching them in the shade of a tree. He turned to Zayra as she took his paw.

"Zay, I'm thirsty."

He held her hand and led her to the wall of the school near the stairs where a water fountain was. He stood nearby watching her as she drinked away at the water. "Don't drink too much you'll have to pee before recess is over."

She kept drinking.

He shifted his ears as he heard footsteps, claws on concrete. Turning he noticed the boys from the tree were walking up.

"Hey girls," one of them said, decent sized rhino kid. "You wanna come hang out with some real boys?"

Zayra wiped her chin with her paw, slinking behind Zay.

Zay tilted his head, "I am a boy..."

The rhino sneered, "Oh sorry, hard to tell when you look like your sister!" They exchanged high fives.

He lowered his ears, frowning a little, "Clever..." He eyed the Rhinos outfit. A purple shirt with ugly green pants. "Did you dress yourself this morning or is your mother color blind?"

The rhino growled, "Don't talk about my mom!"

"Touchy subject," Zay questioned. "Did she drop you out out of a tree," He crossed his arms with a soft shrug, "I think you hit every ugly branch on the way down."

Zayra pulled on his shirt, "Zay... I wanna go..."

The rhino snorted and stepped toward him, shoving him.

The two small foxes stumbled and Zay sat on the ground between Zayras legs. He rose his head with a growl, "Jerk! You can push me all you want but don't you dare hurt my sister!"

"Awe the little fox is so angry now," the rhino jibed. "What are you gonna do about it. I'm bigger, meaner and older!"

Zays tail twisted on the ground as Zayra found her feet, hearing her run off. "You might be bigger, but you're a wuss! Nothing but an oversized baby!"

The kid went to shove him again but Zays fist crossed and hit the rhino in the face, scraping his knuckles on the rhinos rough hide, knuckles popping with the force he'd put behind it.

Still Zay ended up on the ground, kicking and growling as he half flailed and kept scraping the knuckles of both fists with punching on the rhino's hide.

Finally there was a sharp whistle and the rhinos friends bolted off. A cheetah woman walking over, "Vencent! Get off him right now!"

The rhino backed off, "He started it!"

Zay sat up, "Did not! You did!"

"Enough, both of you are going straight to the principal's office!"

"Zay," Zayra got to the ground beside him and picked up his hands, "You're bleeding. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, they barely hurt," he said. He knew that was mostly a lie. They stung and ached, like every time he split his knuckles open after that fight. He got to his feet and the rhino shoved him again, harder, sending him straight back to the ground.

"This is all your fault!"

Zay growled but Zayra took his wrists, "Come on Zay, you need to get to the nurses office." Leading him back to his feet and inside.

She stopped in the bathroom to grab a bunch of paper towels and hold them on his knuckles as they bled over his paws, soaking the fur.

In the nurse's office, the nurse wasn't present.

Zay sat on a chair, looking at his knuckles as the blood coated the ugly brown paper towels. "Zayra... Are you okay?"

She climbed up on the counter and opened a cabinet, "I'm fine Zay, I just fell on my butt."

He watched her carefully, her paws pulling down a large container and setting it by her side before hopping down. He looked down at the floor, noticing a drip of blood. He could feel the pain more now, the stinging and aching. It made his paws and eyes burn, tears welling in his eyes that he tried to fight and hide.

She took his hands, "Zay? Let's wash your hands okay?" She held his wrist as he stood, turning on the cold water and gently washing around his knuckles. She was trembling just as he was, red in the sink.

Once most of the blood was washed away he shivered, letting her gently dry them with clean paper towel and dump some peroxide over his hand. "Ow ow owie, ow Zayra it stings." The tears fell over his cheeks, whimpering as his teeth grit. "Zayra..."

"It's okay it's cleaning it," she replied calmly.

He looked over at her, ears back as he watched her. Her normally cold paws feeling as stiff as his own. 'Man... I have the best sister ever. She's smart, and pretty... And gentle. Even if we look the same we really are different.' He sat back down as she started to bandage his hands. Watching her left a flutter in his chest, knowing she'd never ask for anything in return for bandaging his hands. The embarrassment of feeling useless, with a pride of knowing he'd always be with her.

Zay paused in the hall, leaning over to peck her cheek when his eyes glanced at her phone that she'd been staring at. His lips lifted in a growl, "You're still talking to him? Seriously?"

Her ears dropped as she looked up at him, "I uh... I didn't... But..."

"Mr. Reynolds, you best get to your seat," Mrs.Lacri stated a little snappy like. A normal tone for her in all truth.

Zay lowered his ears, glancing around before perking, "Mrs. Lacri? Can my sister sit with me and help me with some homework?"

The secretary bird rose a feathered brow and nodded with a blink, "I see no reason why not, as long as you get work done."

He hooked his arm around hers, and lead her in, sitting her down in the desk beside him, and scooting close.

She glanced over at him, "You know you don't need me for school work..."

"Your grades are better than mine in just about every subject... except gym. Now shoosh and at least fake it."

"But he's..." Her ears shifted, Geralds voice coming through though the door.

"Yes Mrs. Lacri," he said walking in.

Zay felt her press to his side, whispering gently, "Yeah, and if you go home, he'll text you. Here, you can't." He took her phone and silenced it before placing it before her. "If you text him... When we get home..." His lips rose and in the softest whisper he could manage, "I'll spank you."

Her ears perked, a blush flushing over her face as her eyes darted around, "Z-zay..."

He pulled his phone out and set it on the desk, making sure it was on silence before pulling his math book out of his bag. As he worked slowly through his math homework, noticing her taking advantage of the time as well, he curled his tail around hers.

With his math work done he was out of home work, so he put it away in his bag. Leaning over his eyes glanced back.

Gerald was sitting right behind him, glaring with a twitching lip.

He blinked a couple times and them smirked, sitting up as he put an arm on the back of Zayras chair. He pressed his headphones into the jack and gently put one in, sitting quietly as his music started playing.

She put her things away and glanced over at him. Her ears lifting as her mouth started to fall open.

His paw rose and pulled on her arm, pressing her head into his shoulder so she couldn't look back. He rose the second ear bud and offered it to her. Staring down at her, feeling his lips twitch as she slowly lifted it and put it in her ear, cuddling to his arm. Turning lightly he pressed his lips to the top of her snout, whispering against her fur. "Don't pay attention to him."

Zayra laid still, feeling Zays shoulder against her cheek, and her heart aching. She could almost feel the glaring eyes of Gerald behind them. 'This sucks. I wanna go home. I wanna curl up and watch horror movies...' Her eyes lowered and she perked an ear a little.

He had his phone in his lap, playing a game he had muted. He was connecting colored dots, but they could not overlap. As he played she scooted closer. Her eyes darting around carefully and then she bit her lip, her paw itching. She could see the lump in his jeans, the softest scent of his thick arousal.

Her hand rose and she twitched her fingers, 'I just... I just wanna touch it. Just a little touch."

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

Zay looked up and reached over, pulling her ear bud out, "I want pizza for dinner."

"Ye-yeah, pizza sounds good," she pressed her hands into her lap between her legs. "Popcorn too. Might need to stop for some pop if you want any, I think we're out."

He got up and grabbed his bag, turning with a growl. "What..."

Zayra looked up and her ears dropped, standing and grabbing her bag, "G-Gerald..."

He stepped sideways, pulling Zays seat back to block off Zay as he turned.

Fear and joy flushed through her, the hunger in his brown eyes. 'What is he gonna do... He looks so angry.' She squeaked as he pulled her close and her eyes widened as his lips pressed to hers, mouth forcing hers open and pressing his tongue in. Her legs quivered, melting a little as her arms grasped at his shirt.

For a moment everything felt right with the world, her eyes closing to accept his embrace. Deep in his mouth she purred. Then a feeling hit her in the gut, like a punch or a kick. There but not. She broke the kiss and felt Gerald get pulled away.

"Mr. Faleran," Mrs. Lacri screeched. "The nerve to do such a thing before me. You are lucky it is after hours or I would have you sent straight to the principal's office!"

A hard hand grabbed her wrist and pulled, yanking her out of the room and down the hall.

She stumbled a little, "Zay slow down I-"

"Don't even talk to me," he snarled, stopping and turning. His red eyes were wide and wild but glittered and tears were welling on his eyelids. He turned away and pulled her along, "We're going home."

She squeaked as she pattered to follow, "Zay I-"

"Stop talking," he demanded. "I don't wanna hear it!"

There was a sinking feeling in her gut, whimpering as she was pulled along and half shoved into the car. Her ears lowered, bag at her feet as she hugged her tail. Her paws trembled as she buckled herself, eyes following Zay as he started the car and drove off. "Zay... Please-"

"Don't fucking talk to me," he said.

"I don't want you driving angry, you start speeding," she cried.

He went to speak but stopped and sighed, turning on the music, "Then stop talking.. You'll just piss me off."

Her nose fell to point at her lap, tears streaming down her cheeks. She kept perfectly still as they pulled up to the last turn toward the house. Sniffling as he pulled into the drive. 'How as I suppose to know Gerald was going to kiss me?'

He turned off the car and stepped out, "Zayra." He grabbed his bag out of the back seat. Rounding to her door and opening it, "Get in the house."

She got up, holding her bag as she started up the steps to the porch. Standing just behind him as he unlocked the door, but he pushed her in. "Zay can-"

"No," he said. Turning and locking the door behind him. He tossed his bag on the ground, "Go take your shower... Now." His voice was dark, eyes still glittered with tears.

"O-okay..." She put her bag in her room and grabbed her clothes, trotting to the shower. Something told her to hurry, like if she took too long Zay would come bursting in through the door to drag her out. She quickly dried her fur with a towel before yanking her grey short shorts on and a brown tank top with gold skulls. Trotting from the bathroom with the clothes she noticed the TV in the living room was on, music playing a little loudly. She tossed her dirty clothes in her hamper.

She was about to walk out of her room when she spotted his muzzle on her floor where she had pushed it after their argument. Her paws picked it up and she swallowed, 'A deal is a deal... maybe if I put it on he won't be so mad.' She slipped it over her nose and buckled it firmly on the back of her head.

Then she started down the steps into the living room, glancing around before hearing a pan clatter in the kitchen. With her ears up she peeked around the corner of the fridge and watched him.

He stood in front of the oven, setting the timer before flicking his ears, "Dinner in fifteen minutes..." He turned, ears perking as a flicker of surprise passed his face, "Don't wanna talk about it then huh?" His tail swung over the floor as he put a hand on her arm, "That's fine." He lead her into the living room and hugged her close as he rolled onto the couch, a hand lowering to grope at her thighs to heft her legs up.

She squirmed a little and laid still, lowering her paw to lace her fingers with his, pulling his hand up and between her breasts. Letting his knuckles press against her chest and feel her heart beat through her fur.

After a few minutes he sighed, sitting up on an elbow, "Pretty sure I told you not to talk to Gerald..."

She rolled a little and looked back at him and nodded, 'Fuck is he gonna like spank me or something?'

He lifted the remote and changed the channel to a cartoon, then set the remote on the floor. His left hand slipped over her side, resting on her hip.

Her eyes trailed from his dark clawed paws and over to the TV. As her attention focused on the cartoon she felt his hand shift and rub between her legs over her shorts. Her ears shot up as she lowered a paw to grab his wrist, just to try and push his paw away.

He growled lightly in her ear, "I told you not to talk to Gerald, and you go ahead and let him kiss you? You're lucky I haven't spanked your butt red." His paw slipped firmly over her shorts, pressing up against her folds, "I wanted to make out with you when we got home, but I know where your mouths been."

She groaned a little, her folds quivering under his firm rubbing, 'Zay stop! I'm your sister! This.... Fff this isn't... ohh...' Her paws loosened as he rubbed, her folds trembling under his paw. Leaking warm fluid into her underwear, 'We shouldn't be doing this...'

His other hand shifted under her, lifting and groping a breast through her shirt and bra. Breathing hotly against her neck as his hands shifted around, "Thats it sis... Gerald won't do this for yah will he?'

She muffled a moan into the muzzle, feeling the hot bulge of his jeans press against her tail, 'Gerald never even tried...' She purred and whimpered, feeling his paw rub back and slip between her folds, rubbing the fabric above her hole. Her chest pressed out into his paw, moaning as her legs squirmed, 'Ohh fuck! Z-zay I'm...' She rose a paw and gripped his mane, the other grasping his hand tightly over her mound, 'I'm coming...'

His paw was relentless, rubbing over her folds as she squirmed, making her whimper and whine, "That's it sis, good girl."

Her body was hot, chills of cold on her skin though her inside felt like she'd melt. 'I can't believe my own brother just made me come. He rubs better than I do and I put my hands in my underwear!' She rolled in his grasp, dislodging his hand as she rose a leg and placed it on his hip, burying her muzzled snout into his neck.

His scent was heavy, pure arousal filling her nose, his paws on her back and thigh to pull her closer. His own hips pushing to rub his large bulge against her, speaking into her soft neck. "You liked that didn't you? Such a naughty girl," he teased playfully.

His voice was whispers, seductive and made her folds twitch anew. 'God Zay this is so damn wrong...' her hips shifted to grind her mound over his lumped jeans. 'But I want it.' She felt one of his hands lift her shirt, his large paws rubbing over the fur of her back. Her own paws lowered to pull at his shirt. 'I wanna touch em... I wanna feel what girls love about him.'

His paws left her shirt and rose to the back of her head, pulling at the clip and tossing the muzzle off as he rolled to pin her to the couch. Knees pushing her legs open so he could grind his bulge on her crotch and press his mouth into hers.

Zayras paws shifted under his shirt, feeling his soft fur and the hard muscle beneath. Her fingers traced over each little hill of his abbs, slipping around his ribs to feel the hardness of his back. Her claws raking through his fur as he ground just right against her shorts, making her cry out a little with a gasp, "Zay."

His body shuddered from ear tip to tail and his paws slipped under her body, holding a hand on her butt to keep her steady, "Fuck Zayra...

Her paws clawed at his back, purring as her legs rose and shifted around his hips, "Oh god Zay..."

He pressed her into another kiss, moaning quietly as he ground his firm bulge against her. Leaning forward to press himself deeper into the kiss, hips lifting to more firmly hump against her.

A wift past her nose, something not arousal. Her paws dropped and pushed at his chest, squirming and wiggling her mouth free.

He growled, "What? I've got a raging boner, now is not..." He paused, sniffing a little, then his nose lifted and he sniffed again, "What's burning?"

"Zay! The pizza," she wiggled and pushed at him.

His ears dropped, pouting and groaning as he got up, "Stupid pizza..." He walked into the kitchen and there was a clattering of metal. "Well it's not completely ruined... Just a little brown... er than normal."

Zayra sat up, putting her paws in her lap. Her ears dipped back as she could still feel his bulge on her crotch, his tongue in her mouth, and his paws on her body. As he returned she bit her lip, eyeing his still clothed body, the bulge that seemed to have shrunken some from the break.

He plopped on the couch and sighed heavily, rubbing his face with both paws with a groan.

She rose a finger, touching her lips a little with a knuckle as she chewed a thought, 'I really wanna continue. No ones ever made me feel so... Wanted. Gerald never even moaned my name during a kiss, and Zays kisses feel different. Dirtier... but better.' She crawled across the couch toward him, lifting herself up a little as her paws fell to his thigh gently.

His head rose and he perked his ears, eyes glancing toward her, "W...What?"

Her eyes darted between his eyes and his lips, still debating. 'Will he like it? I think he'd like it? Is now a bad time? Crap! I'm spooking! Just kiss him already!' She leaned forward and her lips fell against his, ears back as she scrunched her eyes closed with a whimper.

After a couple heart beats his paw rose and caressed her cheek, his own lips pressing into the kiss.

Murring into his mouth her paw slipped across his jeans and groped the warm lump in his crotch, 'Wow, it fees so big. And I thought he looked big! Bet he's hung like a porn star! And it's so warm.'

His hips shifted up into her paw, breaking the kiss, "F-fuck sis."

Her ears shifted as she heard a vehicle pull into the drive, "Moms home."

His ears perked as well and he stood, wobbling and pulling on the legs of his jeans, "Double check, if it's dad we're really in trouble."

She bound off the couch and peeked through the curtain, "Eek! It is dad!"

His ears rose and he looked around, "Quick, grab that air freshener from under the sink, spray it around the room and on the couch as much as possible! And yourself!" He turned for the steps.

She grabbed the muzzle, heart racing at three hundred miles an hour, fear sending hot and cold spells through her like a wacked up roller coaster from hell. "Zay catch," she tossed it at him.

He turned and snatched it out of the air, walking into his room.

She ran into the kitchen and dug for a bottle of air freshener, whipping it out as she could hear mumbling, disgruntled murmuring as he gripped the handle and found it locked. Squeaking she sprayed around the room, focusing more on the couch than the air, and then spraying it down her front and back.

The door opened and she put the bottle behind her back, grinning sheepishly, "Hi dad."

He closed the door, a brow raised, "Hi... Zayra..." His nose sniffed the air, "Did you kids burn something?"

She let out an internal sigh, "Zay forgot to set the timer for pizza so it got a little burned. He went upstairs to take a quick shower since we got distracted with TV."

He nodded a little, "Okay..." He put his keys on the table by the door and walked into the kitchen, "Little more than burned..."

She sighed gently, seeing Zay walk from his room to the bathroom.

Henry walked toward the steps, pizza slice in hand, "I'm gonna go change clothes. Your mother and I are going out tonight for romantic dinner."

"Okay," she said, inching toward the kitchen to put the air freshener away. 'That was close! I thought for sure dad would freak out and smell us.' With another breath she walked over to the stove and grimaced, "Yeah... Just a little burned..."

The pizza was dark brown all the way to the middle, the crust edge black.