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Samantha fidgeted on the futon, nervously stroking her tail. She craned her neck to peer out the doorway to their bedroom. The bathroom door was still closed.

"Stupid. Stupid!" she muttered, then mashed an open paw against her face. Grinding her teeth, she resumed her nervous fidgeting.

Alex was going to be so mad. And knowing her brother, he was going to let her have it. She deserved it. And boy, did she ever want him to let her have it. She crossed her legs, acutely aware of the wetness between them. But she'd hurt him--far, far more than she'd intended to. And right now, her arousal was taking a definite backseat to that fact.

She heard the bathroom door open. Upright in an instant, Samantha darted out from their room to greet her brother. Biting back the urge to smile, she did her best to look contrite. Undoubtedly her ass would thank her later.

Alex's expression stopped her in her tracks. Her brother's eyes were like she'd never seen before. Red from crying, they were filled with such furious disgust that she felt insubstantial beneath their gaze. He glanced right past her, and took slow, methodical steps into their room. As he passed, he pressed the now external Strap-On-In into her paws, and then shut the door behind him.

Samantha swallowed hard. She'd anticipated a great many scenarios while she waited; this was not one of them.

"Alex?" she said. Trying the doorknob, she found it would turn but the door would not open. Her brother had likely planted himself on the other side. "Alex, can I come in?"

There was no answer.

"Alex?"

"Go away." His voice was muffled.

"Alex, please. I need to talk to you."

"NO. You don't get_to talk to me, you fucking--you... _cunt!" Her brother was practically screaming. She could hear the pain in his voice. There was a rasp in his throat, a clip to the words.

Samantha felt like she'd been punched in the gut. No, actually, it felt worse than that. There was the same involuntarily tightening, the struggling to breath, the sense of disbelief. But there was a burning in her chest too. It was like heartburn, but cramping between her shoulders, bringing tears to her eyes.

"A-alex..." she whimpered.

"Go. Away." he repeated, and there was noise as he slid their dresser into position.

Samantha stood there, numb, for what could have been an hour. When she finally shuffled away, her knees felt stiff. She found her way to the living room, and fell onto a couch. Looking down, she found she was still clutching the Strap-On-In, one paw wrapped around the bulbous knot. Though she could nearly wrap her thumb and forefinger around the entirety of the silicone, it felt enormous.

Something was bubbling up inside her, as though filling a half-empty cup in her mind. Taking a couple of shallow breaths, Samantha was almost surprise when the cup began to run over. Despair, like nothing she'd ever known, began to leak. Great, undignified tears poured down her face.

"I d-didn't... I didn't mean..." she pleaded. She wasn't even sure what she was trying to say. I didn't mean for this to happen? Perhaps I didn't mean to hurt you? She looked around for her brother, then remembered that he was currently locked in their room.

You don't get to talk to me, he'd said.

"I'm so fucking stupid," she whispered.

You fucking cunt.

Samantha began to wail.

***

Alex could hear his sister bawling. His face twisted and he pulled at his hair, gnashing his teeth as he stretched out at the foot of the dresser. Everything was a mess. And he was at the center of it.

His ass hurt so bad it was making him nauseous. Every tiny movement he made radiated pain from his tail to his navel. His chest, too, ached. Whether he'd admitted it or not, and despite how he'd made a show of being the defiant sub, he had placed a great deal of trust in his sister. He'd exposed, literally and figuratively, the most intimate part of him, and she'd betrayed him. Not maliciously, perhaps, but negligently. He'd tried to stop her when things got too much; instead, she'd knotted him. His own sister had actually abused him.

So fuck her feelings. Just like she'd fucked him.

A few more rebellious tears snuck down his cheeks, and he wiped them away.

A noise from across the room made his ears twitch--a phone vibrating. He wondered for a split-second if Samantha had gotten desperate enough to text him, but then realized the pattern was not that of a text message.

Wincing, Alex struggled to his feet. Sweet merciful Barista in the Sky, school was going to suck.

His phone never failed to disappoint. A lousy app notification, and one for _Crash of Clams,_no less. Despite himself, he opened the app, noting dispassionately that an enemy had destroyed his Reef Hall, making off with most of his pearls and ink.

Why did he waste his time on this shit? He paused for a moment, thoughtfully, then deleted the app. Perhaps it was time to clean house.

Sighing, Alex grabbed his headphones, and gingerly positioned himself on the futon. The headphones weren't the greatest, but they were certainly the best he'd ever had. They'd been a birthday gift from Sam--

--And, up went the volume. Time for something angry, full of bitterness and angst. Samantha's sobs soon faded away beneath the soothing rap-rock of Hollywood Unshed.

Pulling up his text messages, Alex slowly thumbed through the list of acquaintances, out-of-touch friends, and emergency contacts. It was a disappointing search; he hopped over to social media in desperation.

~I loved you, you made me hate me. You gave me hate, see it saved me. And these tears are deadly!~

A row of green dots hinted at the promise of conversation. He scanned the named blankly. A gleam of recognition, and the burning in his chest abated, ever so slightly. His thumbs danced across the screen; no pain there, thankfully.

~You feel bad? You feel sad? I'm sorry, hell no, fuck that!~

"Hey," he typed. Simple enough. He sent the message before his nervous, introvert nature had a chance to overanalyze everything. He waited--no response--then waited a bit longer. Finally, a tiny, grey message alerted him that the other party had seen his message. There was another wait, then--

"Hey. What's up?" Karina responded.

No emoji. That wasn't good. But she'd responded, and with more than a plain greeting. Considering the way their last conversation had ended, she had to play it cool to avoid seeming hurt or desperate. They'd been avoiding one another like the plague since their encounter at the mall last week. Maybe if he--

Oh my goodness, shut up! he told himself with a determined shake of the head. It wasn't like he could somehow make things worse.

"Just needed someone to talk to," he typed back. "and wanted to explain some stuff. Got a sec?"

Her response came again, this time much swifter. "Sure. :)"

"Well, first of all, I wanted to apologize." He hesitated, then added "For the mall."

~And I've been abused, I feel so used because of you. I'm sorry, oh, I'm sorry.~

"It's... okay, Alex. You don't have to apologize. I understand." It was as if he could feel her sadness through her words. Or maybe he was just projecting.

"Well, no, you don't." He took a deep breath.

"I really like you, Karina. And I really want to hang out with you. Go out. Whatever. :)"

A long pause followed the second message.

"...But?" she replied.

"I know that I turned you down at the mall. I'm really, really sorry about that. Things were just... complicated with my sister there."

~I wish I could have quit you. I wish I never missed you.~

"?" He could imagine the confused look in Karina's eyes. "Huh?"

A sudden awareness crept into his mind, and Alex felt his fur stand on end. He was playing with fire here.

"I have to be careful around her." He said, weighing every word. "She's hurt me before."

~And told you that I loved you, every time I fucked you.~

"Like... abused you?"

He stared at Karina's words for a long time. "I guess," he typed back, at last. "It's nothing serious. Just... couldn't handle it that day."

"And here I thought you just didn't like me. ;)" Karina said. She started typing again almost immediately after sending the message, then added, "Sorry. I probably shouldn't joke about that."

"It's fine," he said. "I could actually use some jokes right now."

"Well, buddy, you're in luck. :)" she said. "My jokes are as boundless as the sea. My dates as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite."

***

Samantha crept up to the bedroom door. Kneeling, she pressed an ear against the wood, straining to hear any sign her brother's mood might've improved. Her eyes were puffy and she rubbed one, still listening.

"Alex?" she said. Her voice was hoarse. "Can I come in?"

There was no answer.

Samantha sighed, plopping down at the foot of the door. She hugged her knees, the Strap-On-In hidden in the folds of her shirt. The last few hours had been spent sobbing in the living room, and as her tears had been depleted, a pragmatic side emerged. Their mother could return home any minute. Of all the situations she could return to, finding her crying step-daughter, dildo-in-hand, locked out of her room by her brother, was not one Samantha wanted to subject her to.

Samantha's ears twitched; inside the room, something heavy was being dragged. She stood, folding her arms to hug herself softly as she waited for Alex to open the door. When he finally did, it took her a second to meet his gaze.

The anger was gone, as was the disgust. And the pain. Where once her brother's eyes had overflowed with emotion, now it looked as though the spark had gone out of them. He stared at her, and it was as though she barely registered.

She stepped inside, nervously, clutching her tail to prevent it from touching him. It was as though he were made of glass, and if she wasn't careful, he might shatter and be lost to her for good.

She hastily tucked the Strap-On-In beneath her mattress, then turned to face her brother. Alex hadn't moved, and his eyes bore the same blank expression.

"Alex, I..." she started to say. She took a deep breath, and suddenly her throat was constricting. Tears welled up, blurring her vision as she tried to speak. "I'm so... I..." She dropped to her knees, heaving with a fresh round of sobs. "Sorr... reeey..." she choked out in a voice so high it was barely intelligible.

She felt a paw lightly on her head, winding its way through her hair. She looked up to see her brother's blurry, unreadable face a few inches from her own. For a second, she thought--and hoped--that he was going to kiss her.

And then his paw tensed, tightening his grip on her hair and yanking her head back. She stared up at him, and her heart began to pound, anxiously.

"You're sorry," he said. His voice was soft, intimate, in direct contrast to the roughness with which his paw held her. "Okay. I get it." His other paw moved up, tracing along her collarbone. He dipped it low, briefly, to squeeze her breast, then traced it back up over the side of her neck.

He slapped her face. Hard.

Samantha gasped, cheek stinging, struggling against the paw that clutched her hair. She felt her eyes water, slightly.

"And I'm probably going to forgive you soon. But first..." he yanked, hard. Samantha yelped as she was dragged off-balance, then sprawled onto her side. She felt her brother's paw on her thigh, slowly sliding up, until he reached her tail. He circled the base of it, almost tenderly, then traced his way lower, until his fingers pressed through her sweats, against her tailhole.

Samantha shivered.

Alex gave a small, cold grin. "First, I've got a promise to keep."