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Zay was sat in his biology class, last twenty minutes of school for the year. He could have sworn he was staring at the clock for months with how slow time seemed to drag. They had already finished their movie since their test had been on Wednesday. The movie was short and sweet. A couple 'kids tales' from the internet that had been animated.

He could feel Kathy's gaze on his back while he played a racing game on his phone, but he did well to ignore her. Though as the chair pulled out beside him he glanced over at the pretty floppy eared dog. "What do you want Kathy..."

"I wanna get back with you..."

His ears flicked back, eyes not moving from his game, "Why? Gerald stop talking to you so instead of plotting your revenge you're gonna beg?"

She had tears in her eyes, but he had a hard time believing they were real. "Is it so hard to believe that I love you... Okay I was a dick to your sister, I needed help with my homework and your sister has better grades than me and she was easy to convince to do it..."

"Convince? You mean bully... I didn't even know you were asking Zayra for "help" until she broke down crying in the car because she hadn't finished your homework yet."

"Okay, I fucked up, please Zay..." Her brown eyes glittered with tears, dripping down her cheeks as her mascara started to run. "I know I screwed up, but I love you..."

He licked his teeth, car crashing into the hay bale on the side of the race track. "Too little, too late."

"But you've only been dating for a few months, you dated me off and on for almost two years."

"Yeah, and you cheated on me off and on for almost two years. And you're seriously going to ask me to ditch my girlfriend for you? The one who demands my attention to the point my grades start failing, and slapped on fresh mascara to come over here and cry and beg for me back after you had your boy-toy Gerald attack me and my sister? Does your cousin know you pretended to date Gerald to go over to his house?"

"Please Zay," she sobbed, sniffing noisily, "I'll do anything to prove it... Anything, we can go do whatever you want this weekend."

Zay grabbed his bag as he stood, "The only thing I want to do this weekend, is pack for my week long family camping trip to celebrate me and my sisters sweet sixteen without some needy, dramatic bitch trying to guilt me back into a toxic relationship." He slid past her chair into the isle between tables, "Now leave me alone." He tossed his bag down by an empty chair with another student and sat.

The room was quiet for a little bit before they awkwardly tried to move on from it. Returning to their phones, books and conversation.

Kathy sat by Zays old seat and sniffled, using a tissue on her eyes as she cried quietly.

He kept his ears down, grumbling a bit. Then his eyes turned to the gazelle beside him who reeked like he bathed in piss and cat litter. "What..."

His beady green eyes turned away, "N-nothing!"

Fuming he waited, ages it felt like, until the intercom came on.

"Good afternoon Brackstard High. Please remember to clear out your lockers before you leave today. Seniors remember that graduation recital is Monday June seventeenth at three pm. Graduation is on Tuesday the eighteenth at three. To graduate you must be at graduation." Mr Dillan continued, "That said, I hope everyone has a great summer vacation."

Then, as if angels came from heaven for a single note, the bell rang. A cheer rang through the school as students flooded into the hallway on the home stretch. Zay was quick to leave the room, ears back to shield his sensitive ears from the hooting cries of joy around him.

Almost down to the second floor he heard his name behind him. Looking back he saw Kathy, cheeks black with mascara. I hope that stains... Turning away he continued down the stairs, refusing to look back again as she tried to keep up.

He was on his way through the lobby when Jason and Matt stepped in front of him.

"So eager to bail before end of year goodbyes," Jason joked.

Zay looked over his shoulder, but didn't see her. "Kathy's begging for me back. Mascara running and all."

Matt snickered, "She ain't hurting too bad, she was 'tongue in cheek'-in' some bulldog guy earlier today in the hall."

Jason looked at him, brow knit, "Was a labrador dude at lunch."

Zays thumbs hooked into his backpack straps, hands open, "Its Kathy. She's dating every semi popular guy and any dude with over seven inches. She's the school whore..."

"You dated it," Matt remarked.

"I tapped the damn thing too, dealt with her lies and cheating, and the rest of her bullshit. She can apply fresh mascara all day long and crocodile tear it off. Not goin back. Better things to do and a sister to look out for," Zay huffed. "And already taken."

"Yeah, so when are you gonna tell your besties who your lady friend is," Jason crossed his arms and gave a gentle nudge of a smile.

His ears perked a bit, "Maybe when you hit honor roll."

Matt flicked his ears back with a rough laugh, "Oh... burn Jason."

"Yer lucky I hate school, or I might actually try," the dobermans eyes narrowed. "You'll tell me eventually, you always do."

The wolf smiled, "Before or after you get him drunk."

"After," Jason laughed, "Tequila makes him chatty."

"And it makes your clothes come off," Zay laughed back. His eyes lifted as he spotted Zayra, walking out of another hallway and looking around. "Anyway, gotta go guys. Family camping trip on Sunday, and I gotta make sure Zayra packs more than her notebooks."

Jason's tongue rolled out, lips lifting in disgust, "Blek, nature. Message me on Selex when you return to civilization."

Matt nudged the dog with an elbow, "I'll be on about ten, moms dragging me to some church thing this evening but it shouldn't take long."

Zay started around his friends, "Catch yah later boys."

Jason turned, "Yo, my parents are bailing to the Bahamas next month, you able to come hang for a few days?"

"Text me what days and I'll talk to mom. And make sure to push your parents to send your little brother to someone else. He was a buzzkill."

"He's off to grandmas, I've got the house."

"Talk later," Zay barked and turned to trot up behind Zayra and wrap an arm around her, "So how was your day?"

She huffed, ears back, "Slow, had my last two finals today... Least I got to watch a movie in gym."

"What movie?"

"Cinderella," she smiled and leaned against his side, "An oldie real life version, it was pretty bad. The over dramatic scenes were way too much, but it was funny."

"So, you ready to pack for camping?"

"I'm just ready to go camping and going on long hikes while dad struggles to keep up. And see Uncle Xander again, I know he's probably itching to get off the farm for a couple days." She pushed open the door as she excitedly trotted out

"Yeah, he probably spent all day making sure his cows got plenty of hay so he can have a day or so. I'm just glad he lives nearby so he can keep taking care of them and make it back to the campsite in time," Zay followed closely grabbing her arm to stop her. "Watch the tail."

Zayra stepped over a komodo dragon kids tail who spotted their bright colors and smartly tucked his tail closer to his body. "Yeah, it's really the only time of year we get to see a lot of him. And grandma and grandpa are coming with their camper too."

"Wonder if Xanders gonna bring his beat up old trailer, it's the best place to crash during storms... And it always rains when we camp as a family."

She held his hand tight, "Grandmas isn't too bad either."

"Yeah but they have a huge leak in the back window," he grumbled, stepping down off the sidewalk between a few cars and starting into the parking lot. "And grandma hates T.V and has her own dumb opinions on my issues..." His ears flicked up, hand on his chest as he made a comical mimic of an old lady, "'He ain't grown out of it yet cuz you keep babying him.'"

Zayra put a paw to her lips as she snickered, "She'd be even more angry if you threw up in her camper."

His ears dropped, head up with a groan, "My god she'd never let me live it down..." At the car he threw his bag in the back seat, unlocking the doors so Zayra could get in. Panting a bit as he rolled down the windows, "This cars gonna be the death of me... I should have gone for that silver one."

She giggled as she buckled, "But you like this one because it looks cool."

"Yeah that's fair," he started the engine and checked his mirrors and surroundings, "And the silver one had like triple the mileage already. For the same year, not happening."

Zayra bound into the house and up the steps into her room. Sitting on her floor she unzipped her bag and pulled out her binders and notebooks to set them on the bed before dumping the rest out on the floor and shaking it. Pencils, pens, markers, and erasers with bits of paper and pencil shavings scattered her carpet.

With a huge smile she abandoned her bag and opened her dresser, "Gone for a week... So... two long pants... all my shorts... jammies..." Gathering her list she hastily bundled them up under her arm, waddling back to avoid stepping on a pant leg that dangled down.

A throat cleared by her door and she nearly jumped out of her skin as she turned around.

"Jesus Zay, don't sneak up on me like that," she demanded with a breath.

He smirked, "Just here to remind you to pack underwear. Since you usually forget and mom gets you new ones... Every time..."

She grumbled, "Least I get new ones, aren't you still wearing the same boxers from middle school?"

He flicked his ears back, "No... Maybe... At least I remember to pack mine. And remember to pack your pencil sharpener, not like I got a pocket knife to sharpen 'em for you."

Zayra got up and dug around in her drawers, grabbing a handful of her bikini bottom underwear.

"Hey sis," Zay asked from her door.

She jumped again, "Zay!" Turning she glared at his huge grin, "What..."

"You should pack a couple pairs of your pretty panties. Those pink lacies were kinda cute."

Her ears turned dark and heat crossed her face, mouth gaping as she tried to find a reply of some sort but her words failed her. Finally her lips pressed together firmly. He... he wants me to pack my lace underwear?! Why?!

His eyes blinked, waiting patiently with a cocky smirk, "So is that a 'yes master I'll pack my pink lacies'?"

"W-What for? We'll be camping," she kept her voice hushed. "In a tent like ten feet from anyone!"

He shrugged, voice remaining normal in tone, "Your point? You, me, in a tent, under the stars... Sharing a sleeping bag, because you get too cold on your own." His arms crossed, raising a cobalt blue brow, "We may not do anything at camp, but there's more than enough woods to hide away in."

Her blush burned hotter, "B-but..."

"Come on sis, be adventurous. I promise we won't take any big risks."

She gulped hard and gently pulled them out, wad up in a ball in her hand, "O-Okay..."

"Oh and remember your bathing suit," he said gently. "I wanna get in the lake at least for a day."

She tucked her underwear in her bag, then rummaged around to make sure it all set in neatly. Then she got up and packed her notebooks against the back, and scrounge up a few pencils, a pen, and an eraser to add to her bag. The rest she picked up and put in a box on her dresser. "Bathing suit..."

In her much smaller closet, compared to Zays, she pushed across some hangers. "Ugly dress, ugly dress..." She picked up a hanger and looked at the one piece bathing suit. It was busy with a slur of tropical flowers, but the colors had faded a bit over the years. Her ears flicked back but perked again as a car pulled into the drive.

"Dads home," Zay said from his room.

"Okay," she pulled the bathing suit off the hanger and tossed it in her bag, hanger left in the closet. "All my clothes are packed." looking at her backpack she put her hands on her hip. I'm missing something... Oh! Pads. Down the hall in the bathroom she grabbed a handful of her period pads. Just in case... I know how my heat gets. Once packed away she stood and stared at it again.

Henry came up the steps, "You two already packed up?"

"Mostly," Zayra replied, "I think all that's left is bathroom stuff."

"Mom should be home soon. Zay can you get the camping stuff out of the garage? The dishes need to be washed before we leave tomorrow."

"Yeah," he said.

Zayra grumbled a bit, "That means I have to do dishes..." But she walked down the steps behind Zay into the kitchen to run some water.

It was almost eleven before Zayra returned to her room, checking her door before digging in her nightstand. Pulling the piled pencils and pens forward and picked up a little wrapped box. She took a breath and tucked it in her bag. There... Packed.

She then curled up in her bed, feet sore from being on them. Cuddled up in her blankets she wrapped her tail up and hugged it, purring into the softness. Just barely tipping off into sleep her bed tilted and she popped her head up.

Zay hesitated, "Sorry, wasn't trying to wake you." Then he crawled into bed beside her and spooned against her back. Tail curled around his feet and hers as he laid his head on her pillow. His left hand on her side.

She laid her head back down, scratching an itch on her whiskers with her pillow. Feeling his bare chest against her back, hips pressed to her rump, knees up almost to the back of her own. I wonder if other siblings are ever this comfortable... We don't know many twins, much less ones like us... Do they ever lay in the same bed and feel like the night couldn't be safer. Like the world just feels calmer... Is it normal for sisters to sleep with their brother and feel like the world just let out a sigh of relief?

His breath fell against her neck, head tilting to rub against the back of her head and up against her ear. On her side his hand twitched, claws pulling at the fabric of her shirt.

He's... not just my brother though... Not anymore... A cotton stuffing filled her chest, and she rose her left hand to lace into his fingers and pull his arm to wrap around her. Hugging his hand to her chest. My brother... My boyfriend... I don't know if we can make it work... But as wrong as part of me feels... She lowered her face and squeezed his hand tighter, inhaling the smell of their hands. Dish soap, musty garage, a bit of corn chip, and the sweet vineyard of grapes after a heavy rain. At least this part feels right.

Zayra woke to Zay stretching out, the cold chill on her back as he rolled away from her. Hugging her arms she shivered a bit, eyes blinking open to squint at the light coming from her window. The chirping birds were already active and the sun was plenty up. "What time is it?"

He yawned, smacking his lips together as he reached over to her nightstand, half squishing her under him as he picked up her phone. "Almost eight. Moms gonna wanna be on the road by noon, it's like a three hour drive to the campsite and we have to set up before dark."

She pulled on her blanket and grumbled, "Just a little longer..." Her ear twisted as he let out a huff of a laugh and purred as he laid back down behind her. Smile fading a bit as his hips didn't return to hers. "You okay?"

"Morning wood," he grumped, "Tempted to start grinding on you but mom and dad should be up soon. And it won't be easy to hide the smell." His nose buried into her neck, "So... yeah... I should probably get up and handle it though..."

I guess helping would be a bit too risky right now... And even if I wanted to help, I'd have to get out of bed... Unless... She rolled over to face him, tossing her leg over his before pressing their lips together. Her right hand dipped down and caressed the lump in his sleep shorts.

His hips bucked up, pushing her over to pin her to the bed, tongue filling her mouth with a soft moan before he pulled away. "You are such a fuckin' tease..."

Her tongue stuck out, ears up and eyes bright, "But will it help?"

At first his eyes narrowed on her, but a soft smile bloomed across his lips, "It'll do... Now, get up and get dressed. We're goin campin' today." He stepped off her bed and stretched, morning wood more prominent and tenting his shorts.

Zayra watched him go, smiling to herself as she did before she reluctantly got up to find something to wear. Dressing in a pair of shorts and wiggling into a grey shirt she double checked everything in her bag. Still need to pack bathroom stuff. She paused and waited a moment. But Zay is in the bathroom... Jerking off... I'll just go eat breakfast.

Bounding down the stairs she climbed up onto the counter and pulled out the cream of wheats to set by her side. Opening the drawer under the stove to find a nice sauce pan to set on the burner. She was stirring it diligently when Mary came down the steps and started to make coffee, "Morning mom."

"Morning honey," she kissed Zayras head gently then started to pull out bowls. "Your father should be up soon, we've still got a few things to pack up before we leave."

"Okay, I've got some stuff to get out of the bathroom," she said and lifted the pan off the burner to carefully fill the four bowls, still succeeding in spilling some onto the counter top as the hot cream of wheats poured over the side funny and ran along the pot. "Dang it..."

"Just clean up after yourself," Mary said as she used a foot to push aside the long and deep tote full of their kitchenware for camping. "Henry honey!"

"Yes love," he answered from the hall.

"Did you remember to pack the can opener?"

He came down the steps, "Didn't we buy one last year and leave it in the tote so we don't have to wonder if we forgot it?"

Mary scratched her head, "I can't remember... Zayra honey did-"

"Yeah, I rinsed it off and put it back in the tote," she said as she started to rinse the messy pot.

Zay appeared from behind Henry, still shirtless but rubbing his eyes a bit, "Did we pack the lighter?"

Mary turned, stooped over and opened a bottom drawer, pulling out a long lighter before tossing it in the tote, "Done."

"Anyway... Breakfast is done," Zayra picked up a bowl and smiled brightly.

After their breakfast it was a bit of a blur as they ran in and out of the house and garage dozens of times. Blankets, tents, extra tent stakes, cookware, backpacks, towels, sleeping bags, bathroom supplies, chargers. The whole nine yards until the back of the van was fit to burst and spilled over with backpacks on the seat between the twins to rest on during the trip. At their feet was a small cooler yet to be filled with anything to drink.

Mary shut her door and sighed, "Everyone in? Phone chargers, headphones, cell phones? Packed everything?"

Henry adjusted the mirror a bit, "We always forget something..."

"That's half the fun," Zay said from behind him. "But... birthday presents," his grin was ear to ear.

Henry glared at him, but Mary reached over and grabbed the keys from his hand, "You forgot to pack them?"

"At least we haven't left yet," she ran up the steps and into the house.

He huffed, ears back with a grumble, "Not like he deserves it..."

"Heard that...," Zay pouted, "At least I ended with a higher attendance and average grade... and fewer detentions."

For a moment the old fox was quiet before he looked into the rear view mirror, "Did you just brag about having fewer detentions than last year?"

Zay shrugged, "And fewer fights?"

Henry turned, hand on the arm of his seat as he eyed Zay questionably, "We should have taken you to the hospital after the last one."

Zayra flicked her ears back, Do they have to argue now? We haven't even gotten on the road yet!

"It wasn't that bad," Zay growled a bit, looking out the window.

"Not that bad? You were attacked and beaten up!"

His arms crossed over his chest, "You say that like it's the first time I've been a bit roughed up from a fight."

"Are you two arguing again," Mary snapped as she sat back in her seat, setting two colorful bags at her feet, overflowing with bright tissue paper.

Zay huffed and slumped in his seat, "No..."

Henry turned back and took the keys in his hand to turn on the van. Then he pressed the radio and started playing some old christian music.

Zayra laid her head on the pile of bags, ears back, already knowing it was going to be a long drive. Digging in her pocket she pulled out her earbuds, slipping them in and scrolling through her music to drown out the radio. Laying her phone by her side she crammed her paws between her thighs to keep her fingers warm, curling her tail around her feet.

A hand reached over and rubbed her ear, making her look up at Zay who had his phone in his lap texting. Listening to his own music, lounging back with an arm thrown up on the back of the middle seat. His red eyes focused on his phone.

She watched the smallest smile cross his lips, frowning at him before her music quieted for a notification. Picking up her phone she looked at a text.

"<You packed your toothbrush right?>"

"<Yeah,>" she replied, then her brow knit further. I did pack it right? I could have sworn I did... I went into the bathroom, grabbed all my shower stuff and my hair brush... I even had my toothbrush in my hand and used it! Why wouldn't I pack it?"<Great now I'm second guessing myself!>"

"<That's okay sis, you can use my toothbrush. But only if you agree to wear those underwear you brought,>" he included a winky face emoji.

Her ears darkened, holding her phone close as if her parents might see the text, "<Fine... But only if I forgot!>"

"<Fair... Fair... but... What if I asked you to wear them for our birthday? Just because. I'll consider it a birthday present.>"

Her lips pursed into a tight line. I did only get him a new pocket knife since his broke... He's just so hard to shop for... I guess I could wear a simple pair of underwear for our birthday. She sighed, "<Fine.>"

"<Don't fine me, it's not like I'm gonna pull your pants down and check to see if you're wearing them... Around family at least...>"

She huffed a soft laugh, "<You're so weird Zay. Wanting to see your sister in some pink lace boyshorts.>"

"<Yeah... But you're not just my sister.... Honestly though, you have a great looking ass.>"

Zayras ears perked as they pulled into a gas station, watching Mary turn with a twenty in her hand.

"Your father wants pepsi, I want a coke, vanilla if they have it. Yes you can by some candy, grab a bag of jerky while you're in there. No pepper."

Zay grabbed the money, throwing off his seat belt and hopping out before Zayra could unbuckle, "Keep up sis!"

She snorted, grabbing her phone as she opened the door and tucking it in her back pocket. Quickly she trotted to catch up to Zay, walking beside him. Her ears lifting as his hand gripped hers, lacing their fingers together. Turning to him she couldn't help but blush, squeezing his hand tighter, "D-Did you mean it?"

"Mean what," he asked as he opened the door for her.

"Your last text," she whispered.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, whispering in her ear in a soft but dark tone, "Yer damn right I mean it. And I look forward to catching you in 'em."

Her paws pushed at the front of her shirt, Oh god that was hot to hear... Her folds quivering in her shorts, wetting her underwear. "You're so weird..."

"I know," his hand braced her head, giving her a wet sloppy lick over her cheek and snout as she tried to push herself away.

She stood at the front of the isle, using her sleeve to wipe her face as he walked off chuckling. Smiling a little with a giggle before trotting after him.

Bounding out of the van Zayra stretched, arms high in the air, "Mmm!! Finally here!"

Mary rubbed her back with a soft groan, "Gettin' too old for these long car rides... Welp, let's unpack the van and start setting up the tents.

She smiled, looking around the rather large open area around their camp site right against the treeline. "So when is everyone else coming?"

Henry opened the back of the van, "Well Catherine said she'd be here tomorrow after church... Grandma and Grandpa will probably be here after church too... Your cousins should be here tomorrow evening..."

Zay peeked around the van and helped lift out the tote of kitchenware. "When is Uncle Xander suppose to be here?"

Henrys brow knit, "Didn't know he was gonna try and camp this year..."

Zayra watched as her father turned to Mary who held their backpacks and pressed them to Zayras chest to take.

She smiled a bit, ears up, "It's Xander, any reason to get off the farm he'll take. Besides, you know he would never miss his favorite nieces and nephews birthday." She clambered into the van and dug at the pile in the back to pull out a tent.

Zayra waddled with her arms full to the picnic table and set the bags down, "I didn't know we were his favorite..."

Henry grumbled and they set the big tote beside the van.

Zay rose a brow, catching her gaze and shrugging with his hands up before helping Henry lift out the heavy cooler full of ice and food. "Makes sense to me, I mean Dillan, Janis and even Charlie are little spoiled brats."

"Janis adores you," Mary said.

"Yeah in the most uncomfortable way possible. She's only a step cousin and is creepy as hell when she tries to hit on me," Zay growled a bit before letting out a sharp yelp and stumbling back. "Dad!"

"Watch your language," Henry growled, "She's still your cousin."

Zay flicked his ears back, "Doesn't mean you gotta set it on my foot!"

"Boys," Mary barked. Hushing at least three nearby camping spots who looked on. She took a breath and glared at them both, "We are on a family camping trip. This is to relax and enjoy the twins birthday before work picks back up again."

Henry kept his ears back, grumbling something incoherent.

Zay grumbled and dug in the back of the van again, "So where are we setting up your guys's tent?"

"How about just under the oak tree, ground looks clear enough. Put our cots against the tree," Mary said gently. "Zayra honey can you put our bags there as well?"

She nodded and obeyed. Trotting too and fro from the van to their tent spot, to the picnic table.

Finally after a few hours the tents were up, the sun starting to set.

Mary and Henry's tent was green and brown with two small extra areas. The rain cover was stretched out over it, a flap extended out over the door to help shield it.

Their own was red and brown, a far simpler tent with the rain cover over top a size too big for it. Their things already tossed inside.

Zayra climbed in and started to lay out a blanket folded in half. Then a single grey sleeping bag on top. I mean... I don't usually use mine anyway. And we're dating now so all the more reason to not have to right?

Picking up her blue sleeping bag she unrolled it and folded it neatly. Laying it at the head and tossing their pillows on top. She then adjusted their bags over to the side out of the way.

"Hey dad, can you grab the lighter," Zay asked. "Dad?"

Zayra poked her head out and looked around.

Zay was kneeling at the fire pit with some wood logs and paper stuffed in a few places, "Mom?"

She clambered out and perked her ears, "Where did they go?"

Dusting his paws he got up and walked into the netted dining tent, "No clue... I know they were talking but they were still here..."

Her ears flicked back as she trotted toward him to help him dig, "Is it just me or was Dad really mad Uncle Xander was coming..."

He pushed a few cups aside and swiped up the lighter, "Yeah that was kinda odd, even for him..."

She put the lid back on and turned to rummage in the big red cooler, "Kinda makes yah wonder why... Like... What could Uncle Xander of all people do wrong?"

With a couple clicks he lit the paper, "Maybe he's worried that he'll outdo him again with presents?"

She pulled out a bottle of water, "Maybe.... But I like the stuff mom and dad get me."

"That's because you're easy to shop for," Zay snickered. "Unlike me."

She shrugged as the cap popped, "That's fair I guess... But still, mom and dad try their best. They did get you a dvd player."

"And Uncle Xander got me a game station which can play DVDs," he said. "Same Christmas."

"Didn't dad get you a TV next," she rose the bottle to her lips, drinking happily.

"Yes which was fine until we had to move it... Heavy ass tube TV of nightmares... my poor dresser," he grumbled.

"Only cuz you bought a flat screen."

He stepped into the dining tent, staring at her until she took a breath.

Offering the bottle she watched him chug it before offering it back. "So what now?"

Digging in his back pocket he flipped out his phone, scrolling. It rang for a moment.

"Yes Zay," Mary answered, sounding a little irritated.

"Tents are up, fires started. We got a dinner plan," he asked.

"There's hot dogs in the cooler and bread in the basket in the back of the van. We'll be back soon."

"Where did you go," Zayra piped up.

"Just needed a walk," She replied. "Don't wait on us, there's some roasting prongs in the van. Make sure you clean em before you use them."

"Okay," they barked together and he hung up.

Zayra hopped up and was about to step out when Zay grabbed her hand and drug her instead. "Z-Zay what are we doing?"

He opened the tent, gently pushed her in, and closed it behind himself.

She sat on their bed, watching, nervous, but suddenly aroused. "Zay mom and d-"

His body fell over her, hand at her side, lips pressed against hers. His other hand led her legs around, dragging one up to lay on his hip. Filling her mouth eagerly with his tongue and accepting hers in return.

She purred, hands lifting to his shoulders. "We're gonna get caught..." However her claws caught his shirt, pulling him closer. God I wish I could be as good as him... Just kissing and I'm so turned on...

He pulled away to pant in her mouth, "Only if you moan too loudly." His hips pressing into hers, nose falling aside her cheek down into her neck where he inhaled deeply. "God you smell so good... Turned on and a little needy."

Her ears burned, flicking back as she squirmed under him, creaming in her underwear. "Z-Zay..."

A gurgle echoed from between them.

She blinked and looked at him, "Are you hungry?"

He sat up and placed a hand on his stomach, "Jeeze I guess that was me..." Then a smile crossed his face and he ducked his head, playfully nibbling at her neck and collar bone while he made scarfing noises

Zayra burst out into laughter, pushing and squirming. Contorting her body away to block access to her neck but he shifted to tickle the other side of her neck. "Zaaay stop I'm gonna pee!"

"That's what you always say," his hands grabbed her ribs.

She let out a squeal and tried to roll over, tears forming in her eyes before she snortled. "Uncle uncle!!"

"Zay are you tickling your sister," Marys voice drifted over the campsite. "I thought you two were hungry."

They paused and he lifted his ears, letting her breathe heavily, "I'm starving, but nothing beats Zayras snorting." He unzipped the tent and stepped out, "Come on sis, or I'm burning your hot dog."

She flailed and rolled to her feet, zipping the tent haistally behind her, "You are not cooking MY hot dogs! You always burn em!"

"It just adds a little flavor," he laughed, pulling the long prongs out of the van carefully.

After a hearty meal of hot dogs and beans they curled up in their tent, Zay laying the flashlight by the door before crawling carefully into the sleeping bag.

Zayra shifted a bit, letting him slide in behind her and spoon against her back before zipping it up. She sighed, claws on their pillow with a soft smile as his hand pet her ribs. "Goodnight Zay," she whispered quietly.

"Goodnight Zayra," he slipped his arm under the pillow. "Ready for trails tomorrow?"

Musing she nestled back against his chest, "And Uncle Xanders chilli." She found herself purring, lacing her fingers into his.