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Nate blinked out of his half-sleep, partially due to the ache in his neck, and partially because his inner equilibrium told him that the jet had started to descend. He tilted his head, yawning, until he felt (and heard) a pop from his neck, and tried to stretch his arms and shoulders in the cramped space of 22-F. He pressed the side of his face up to the little window and tried to figure out where he was. It was mostly futile, though, as the descent started well away from his destination.

Confirming what he already knew from countless trips, the cabin intercom came scratchily to life. "Hello again from the flight deck. We've just started our initial descent into the greater Astacola area. Please return to your seats and make sure to have your seatbelts securely fastened for the remainder of the flight. We'll be on the ground in about 30 minutes."

The seatbelt light lit up with a chime and Nate yawned again. Boredom, lack of fresh oxygen, and a burning desire to get up and get out all contributed to that. He had put away his puzzle magazine a couple hours ago and he would have had to stow them soon anyway, so he just kept looking out the window. He noticed his black nose did not leave a wet spot on the glass- he really needed a drink of water.

"Can you see where we are?" came a question from 22-E.

Nate turned his head briefly to see his neighbor, a young female canine (coyote perhaps, Nate decided) who hadn't spoken a single word during the six hour flight until now. He nodded, then turned back to the window. "I can see the shoreline now, which makes it easier to see where we are. It looks like they have us circling out east over the islands, and then we'll come in to the airport from the harbor side."

"Oh, are you from Astacola?"

Nate decided the coyote had a very pleasant voice, not to mention scent. How had he not noticed that in the last six hours? Maybe he had, and just instinctively put it aside. His carousing days were over, and a thirty-something male raccoon leering at young females would just have made the flight more awkward for everyone. He turned back from the window and smiled.

"Yeah, I was born here. But I went away to go to college and ended up not coming back."

She seemed excited now. Perhaps this was her first trip away from home on her own. Nate could relate. She exclaimed, "Oh! Well, I'm starting college here in a week."

I asked, "Oh yeah? I remember when I went off to school. Had no idea what was going to happen to me. Anyway, which school?"

"ATU," she said.

"Wow, very nice! Congrats on getting in. I know how selective they are there."

Mentally, Nate ratcheted his assessment of the young female up a few notches. Cute *and* smart. Ah, to be young again. The coyote blushed a little in her ears and said, "Thanks."

Nate could guess all the worry that was bouncing around inside her head right now, so he said, "You'll have a blast, I'm sure. Astacola is a great place to explore and you don't need a car to get anyplace. I had friends who went to ATU- it's a lot of work, but they said it was fun, as long as you, you know, got out of the box every so often."

She just nodded. Probably didn't need his patronizing advice, Nate thought. He looked back out the window, seeing definitely familiar shorelines now. He considered introducing himself, but it seemed silly. He'd know her for another 15 minutes, tops. And she didn't seem to have any more questions for him, besides.

He nearly drifted off again with his face against the window when the intercom once again popped on and informed everyone that they were cleared to land and all the usual blather. Nate centered himself in his seat and prepared for touchdown.

Nate saw the freshman coyote one last time as he passed the baggage carousel. He admired her athletic calves and faintly wagging tail, among other things. A 'coon can still look, even if he's married, right? She was watching for her luggage, and he kept walking, since he hadn't checked anything. He was only staying two nights, after all.

He headed out of the terminal with just his backpack into the cool autumn air, and looked for his dad. He wasn't sure what he'd be driving, but he knew it would be some beat-up old econobox. He didn't think his dad had ever bought a new car in his life.

Flipping open his cell, he poked the buttons with his claws until he found his father's mobile number. Holding the phone to one ear and a paw to the other to drown out the echoing sounds of buses and taxis, he attempted to ask where he should be walking, but gave up when he saw his father waving his arms down at the end of the waiting line of cars. He waved back and hustled down the line to the car- used import wagon of some kind. As expected.

He grinned and hugged his father, who exclaimed, "Man, it's great to see you! Your mother's so excited that you came for her birthday."

Nate patted him on the back and then went around to the passenger side, climbing in and setting his backpack on the floor between his feet. He realized he was a couple inches taller than his dad. But aside from that and the grey on his father's muzzle, they looked very much alike. Both still thin, same mask pattern, same fur density and shade. "At least I know what I'll look like at that age," thought Nate.

On the ride back they discussed their jobs (and the possible impending retirement of Nate's father) and Nate's kits, who rarely got to see their faraway grandparents. There were still a few details of the birthday party set for the next day to discuss- everyone had some part to play. Although Nate's mother knew all about it, it seemed better to plan a little while she wasn't listening.

When they pulled up to the house- the house where Nate had grown up, he was astonished at the changes. New siding, new landscaping, new roof... only the shape of the house was the same, really. Still small, though. It hadn't felt that way when he was a kit, somehow.

"You guys planning on selling the place? It's all spruced up!" Nate asked.

His father replied, "Nah, just, you know, ongoing projects."

Nate secretly hoped they might move someplace closer to his part of the world, so that the travel might not be such a pain, but most of their family still lived in the Astacola area, so it was a long shot.

Inside, his mom hugged and kissed him fondly.

"Happy birthday, mom!" he grinned when she let up.

"Oh, my baby! Thank you so much for coming!" she trilled.

Nate observed how she had changed in the year since he had last seen her. Still healthy, but his childhood picture of his mother, the image that his mind conjured up when he thought, "Mom", was no longer accurate. She had been a real free spirit when she was young, and she still tried to capture some of that, wearing a hibiscus flower behind one ear. But she, too, had graying fur.

Nate asked how she was, which got him a full update on everything as he walked through the house to the back room which had once been his. It had been turned into a sort of study, with his parents' computer and a daybed thing for guests. Once again, besides the shape of the room (and the tiny size), everything else had changed. He dropped his backpack on the bed as his mother continued with her news.

"...and I've been going to the gym every other day, and walking every evening. Now, your father's doctor said..."

Nate half listened. There would not be a quiz later, but he nodded in the right places and answered questions about Tina (his mate) and his kits. He felt a twinge of guilt for not being more invested in his parents' lives, but they lived so far away, it was like catching half an episode of a television series every so often.

Nate realized that the next day, he'd be seeing much of his family that he hadn't seen in years, and that he'd probably not remember most of their names. The thought embarrassed him. He had gone off to a university on the other side of the continent, and then made a life on his own, outpacing his father's lifelong career in a matter of a few years. He wondered if the rest of his family resented his leaving and not looking back.

Nate asked his mother, "So, who's RSVP'd?"

"Well... my sister and your uncle, and my cousin Shirley, my uncle Bob, my friend Rick, you remember Rick, right?"

I nodded.

His mother continued, "And your uncle Norm, with Pattie and at least one of their sons."

Nate asked, eyebrows raised, "What, no Jack?"

Rolling her eyes, she said, "No, he supposedly had some sort of "prior engagement". Some brother, eh? Maryanne is coming, though, and bringing her family, *including* the new baby."

Maryanne, Nate's cousin, was a little older than him. Last time he had seen her, she had three girls, one of which was just a baby. He couldn't believe she had *another* one at her age.

"She had another kit?? You have to be kidding" he sputtered.

His mother shook her head, "Oh, no. The baby is Sammy's."

Nate took a moment to process that. He tried to do math in his head. "Samantha had a kid? But she's only like..."

"Fifteen. I know. Father unknown. Cute, huh?"

"I... I can't imagine being a grandparent at my age. Sheesh, what a trainwreck."

His mother clucked her tongue and shook her head sadly. "It's been tough on all of them. Not everyone had as much support as you did."

So. There might be some resentment after all from the rest of the family. Or maybe his mother was just proud of not being like Jack; of Nate not being like Maryanne.

Nate changed the subject. "Well, anything need to be done tonight?"

"Oh, I'm sure you're tired from the trip. I think it can all wait until tomorrow morning. The party's not until the afternoon," she replied.

Nate nodded and tried out the day bed. It was barely large enough for him to lie down on comfortably. He sat up again. "Ooh, is Herschel's still open? I could go for a real pastrami on rye. That's one thing I just can't get in Loritane."

His mother smiled and nodded. "Same place, same Herschel even. Say hi to him for me."

The sandwich really brought him back- nothing like scents and tastes from your childhood. After dinner, he returned to the house and his mother wanted to go for a walk around the neighborhood. She pointed out houses for sale, houses renovated, and people he used to know (but mostly did not remember). Whenever they crossed paths with someone else out walking in the cool evening his mother seemed to know them, and eagerly showed him off. Nate didn't mind- his mother had always been this way. And he *had* done pretty well, considering his family was not wealthy. The walk left Nate a little embarrassed, really. He felt so out of place here.

He retreated to his former room when they got home, and logged on to the 'net using his parents' computer. He chatted a bit with his mate and some other online friends until he felt sleepy, then turned in.

His father made eggs and potatoes the next morning, just as he remembered from weekend mornings as a kit. He devoured them and asked while picking the last bits of egg from his plate,

"Ok, so party's at 3, right? What needs to be done?"

Apparently a lot needed to be done, so Nate got busy. The house was pretty neat, but the party was supposed to be partially outdoors, so there were lawn chairs to be pulled out of the shed and cleaned, and the grill needed to be cleaned, and since his father was cooking everything he needed to help with that... he was kept occupied until lunchtime. Then there was a trip to the grocery store to pick up the birthday cake and some flowers and last-minute food. Everything was ready more or less on time for the first guests to arrive, and Nate got to greet and talk with all his relatives in turn, filling each one in on his entire life in a condensed form. He played maitre d', since his mother was the birthday girl and his father was busy at the grill.

One of the last to show up was Maryanne and her family. Nate greeted his cousin warmly and hugged her.

"Hey! Wow, it's been years... how've you been?"

Maryanne replied, "Well, we're doin' best we can. Paul's still looking for work, but I got a job at the grocery store. Sammy's living with us of course, but that's ok because she can help watch Heather and Lily."

Maryanne sounded cheerful even though the situation sounded pretty dire to Nate, who had a comfortable life and a job that paid enough to support his family. He was also grateful she had mentioned the names of her kids. Now he wouldn't have to guess. He crouched down in front of Lily, the youngest.

"Hey, kitling! Last time I saw you, you were a baby like uh..." Nate looked up at the little sleeping bundle Samantha was carrying. He didn't know the baby's name. Heather (who was probably 11? 12? Nate wasn't sure) piped up,

"That's William."

Lily interjected, "He cries ALL the time."

Nate grinned, "Seems pretty quiet right now." The girl was obviously not impressed by the newcomer to her household. Maryanne just laughed and they went on into the back yard.

Nate watched after them. Samantha looked a lot like her mother- they were both fairly overweight, and obviously there was the "pregnant way too young" thing. Nate wondered about self-perpetuating cycles of behavior. At least Maryanne knew who fathered her daughters, though. Heather was also a bit pudgy, and would most likely end up as round as her older sister and mother. A cruel thought came to Nate along those lines. "Probably pregnant in a few years too," he thought. He kept his pessimism to himself, and got them all drinks and showed them the various dishes being laid out.

As the party settled into various knots of guests, Nate floated between them making comments and sharing news and listening to stories. He cruised past the "buffet" table to get some more of the chicken his father was grilling up and was taken by surprise by a paw stealing up along his back. It was a feathery-gentle touch, almost intimate, and it made his tail flick in surprise. He turned to look and found himself staring (a little wide-eyed) at Heather, whose paw was still stroking his back.

"Oh, hey! You surprised me, Heather. Almost dropped my chicken. Heh. You doing ok? Need anything?"

Heather smiled up at him and said, "I'm good... momma said you live a long way away and have a mate and your own kits, huh?"

Nate nodded, "Yeah, they're around Lily's age. But they didn't come with me. Sorry you didn't get to meet them."

"Oh that's ok. Did you play with momma when you were little?"

The way Heather took bizarre directions in her conversation was a little unnerving, but Nate rolled with it.

"Well, we didn't see each other that much. Only on holidays and stuff like that. Like this," Nate indicated the party.

Maryanne was headed for the table. Nate waved. She smiled, "Uh oh, what's she been telling you?"

Nate laughed, "She was just asking about my kits and about when you and I were young."

Maryanne gave her middle daughter a look and Heather giggled and headed off to sit with her older sister. With her daughters out of earshot, she sighed and said to Nate,

"Pretty crazy, huh? Never thought I'd be a grandmother before 40."

Nate nodded, not having a real answer for that. Samantha handed the baby off to Heather, who proudly carried him (her nephew!) around, showing off. After a bit he said,

"I can't even imagine. I doubt I could handle that. Heather seems to enjoy it, though."

Maryanne looked over the chicken, selecting a piece and adding it to her plate. "Yeah, she was totally into the whole, you know, process. She wanted to know what the baby looked like at this many weeks, how it was going to get out, you know."

Nate considered. "Good for her. I mean, I'm sure you'd rather she wait longer than her sister, eh? I assume you've given her The Talk?"

Maryanne looked a little abashed. "Well, mostly. She's just so... boy crazy right now. I didn't want to tell her all the details because I thought the first thing she'd do is go out and try for herself!"

Nate didn't want to tell his cousin how to run her family, but couldn't help saying, "Oh, you *have* to tell her. And more than that, how to *avoid* the mess her sister's in. Did you warn Sammy about what boys want before she..." Nate just gestured towards the new mother with his paw.

Maryanne nodded rapidly. "I did! It's like she did it on purpose. She claims she doesn't even know which boy is the father." Nate heard a little despair in her voice.

"On purpose?? I don't get it. She wanted to be saddled with a kit for the next 18 years, alone?"

Maryanne sighed, "I don't think she thought it that far through. I think she figured we'd take care of her and she wouldn't have to get a job right away. Maybe she wanted to upset my father too, I don't know. She's in that, you know, teenage phase where she knows everything and we all know nothing."

Nate shook his head, watching Sammy across the yard. She wasn't keeping an eye on the baby, who was still being toted around by Heather. "I'm sorry, Maryanne. I am not looking forward to when mine become teenagers..."

Amazingly, Maryanne smiled and rested a paw on his shoulder. "You'll be fine. Everything somehow works out."

Nate smiled, dumbstruck by his cousin's ability to reassure *him* even while her situation was worse. Heather trotted up and Maryanne gathered up William. Heather grabbed Nate's paw and said,

"C'mon, I wanna show you something on the computer!"

Nate let himself be led to the back of the house to his old room. Heather seemed pretty sharp with the computer, and brought up a public video sharing site. She said,

"This is my favorite song. Listen!"

Nate was not familiar with the song. The video was full of flashy lights and mostly-naked female furs of various species. It had a heavy beat and some dissonant sound samples. He pretended to enjoy it for Heather's sake. When it was over, she said,

"Ok, now show me your favorite song."

Nate considered. "Not sure there's a video to go along with it, but I'll look." He leaned down over Heather to reach the keyboard. While typing in his search, he noticed Heather tipping her head and nosing at his side, sniffing. He didn't say anything, just continued to look for a good version of his song. He found one and straightened back up. His music was from 20 years back, full of acoustic guitar and harmonized vocals. Heather giggled.

"Oh wow. I think I heard this in a commercial."

Nate snorted. She was probably right. He sat on his daybed and listened to the song. It was from when he was in high school. Heather swiveled the chair around.

"Is there where you sleep?"

Nate snapped out of a memory, "Huh? Oh, yeah, well, just last night and tonight. Then I go back to Loritane."

Heather slid out of the office chair and sat on the edge of the daybed, next to Nate. She bounced slightly.

"I like this bed. I want to sleep here too."

Nate laughed. He said, "I think your mom might object to that."

Heather said cheerfully, "Oh no, I sleep over at my friends' houses all the time. She doesn't mind."

Nate countered, "Well, this is a little different, isn't it? I mean, girls have sleepovers all the time, but how often do you stay over at your great aunt's house? Also," he poked her in the side, "This is *my* bed. No stealing!"

The young 'coon giggled at the poking and squirmed, tail lashing behind her on the bed. The song on the computer came to an end and Nate got up to close the browser.

"Thanks for showing me your song, Heather. Now go enjoy the party."

The girl watched Nate for a bit, leaning back on her paws on the bed and arching her spine a little. Nate became aware of her growing breasts when she pushed her chest out like that- they were just little handfuls, owing at least some of their size to her chubbiness, but the lines under her blouse showed she was wearing a training bra anyway. She hopped nimbly off the daybed and rejoined the party.

There was plenty of food, and plenty to drink for the adults, so the party went on well into the evening. The cake had been cut and half-devoured, the food portioned out into little take-home bags for everyone, but still people hung around chatting and catching up. Eventually, people started to look at their watches and talk about what they had planned the next day. Nate had an early-morning flight back home, so he wasn't planning on staying up forever himself.

As Maryanne was gathering her kits and things preparing to head out, Heather tugged on her shirtsleeve and beckoned her mother to bend down so she could whisper in her ear. Her mother gave her a strange look, but Heather gave her the pleading eyes and Maryanne rolled hers, saying,

"Girl, I'm starting to think you don't like our house. Fine, I'll ask."

Maryanne found Nate's mother saying farewell to her uncle Bob.

She said to her, "Heather has a bee in her bonnet for some reason and she wants to stay over here tonight. I told her I'd have to ask you. I don't mind if she does- I can come get her around lunchtime."

Nate's mother smiled at her niece, "Oh, it's no trouble. Nate's staying with us, so they'll have to fight over the guest bed, but I'm sure he'll have no problem taking the couch. And I'll put her to work washing dishes!"

Maryanne laughed, "Good idea! And thanks. She can be such a bizarre girl sometimes." She turned and gave Heather a thumbs-up sign and the young 'coongirl jumped happily and ran to Nate's mother to give her a hug. Maryanne laughed, "You haven't heard the whole bargain, girl. I think you're going to be washing some dishes before you go to bed."

Heather whined, "Awww..." as she was led away towards the kitchen. Maryanne waved goodbye and left with the rest of her family.

Nate had already retired to the computer, oblivious. He checked the status of his flight, and then started chatting with his online friends. The house had lost the din of conversation, so when Heather snuck up behind him and said, "BOO!" Nate jumped and squeaked. Heather squealed laughter.

"Very funny, kit. Hey, I thought everyone went home?"

Heather looked very pleased with herself. She said, "I asked if I could stay over here tonight and they said ok!"

Nate's mother came down the hallway behind Heather. "You did a good job on the dishes, Heather. Thank you. Nate... sorry we didn't ask you, but do you think you can sleep on the couch tonight so Heather can have the guest bed?"

Nate sighed. "I knew you were trying to steal my bed." He poked her in the belly for good measure. The girl giggled and said,

"Oh, Nate doesn't have to move. There's plenty of room for me too!"

Nate shook his head. "I barely fit as it is. The couch is probably longer. It's all yours, kit."

Heather looked annoyed, even though she seemed to have got what she wanted. Nate turned back to the computer and said his goodbyes. "Well, my flight is really early and I'm tired. I'll shut this down so it doesn't keep you awake." Heather climbed into the daybed and rolled around, wrapping herself up in the covers, chrrring. Gloating over her victory? Nate gave her an odd look and grabbed his backpack and headed for the living room. His mother brought in some fuzzy blankets and a pillow for him. She said,

"Thanks, Nate. Maybe she just doesn't want to hear screaming baby for a night or something..."

Nate nodded ruefully. "It's fine. Like I said, the couch is longer anyway. I'm gonna sack out. My phone should wake me up in time to shower and go."

He spread the covers out on the couch cushions and lay down, stretching out and popping his spine. He took off his shirt and slacks, leaving just his boxers. Pulling a blanket over himself, he closed his eyes, and let his thoughts wander until they became dreams, and he was out.

Nate slept fitfully. The couch cushions kept wanting to move in odd ways, and he tossed about. He found keeping his back to the rear of the couch worked best and tried to relax. Sleep found him again, and he was in a fairly deep cycle when Heather crept down the hall and into the living room. Her way was lit by the light of appliances and clocks and she found her way to Nate's couch and sat on the floor, looking at him intently. She moved her black nose in close to his face, carefully avoiding his sensitive whiskers. She leaned back, apparently satisfied that he was unconscious. She crawled along in front of the couch a bit and gingerly lifted the edge of Nate's blanket. It was far too dark to see anything, so she stuck her head under the blanket and sniffed about, near his belly and groin. She shivered slightly in the darkness and made a little chrffing noise before she could stifle it. Then she began to undress.

Nate's dreaming was deep enough that he was undisturbed when she carefully climbed onto the couch in front of him. When she snuggled herself back against his belly he rose out of the deep slumber, but he was still not conscious. Since he and Tina often slept spooned up, his instinct was to wrap an arm around her belly and hold her close. And further since he and his mate sometimes went from spooning to mating in the early morning hours, it was natural for his body to respond on autopilot. His slender and curved raccoon shaft slowly emerged from its fuzzy home, in case this was one of those mornings. He was still wearing boxers, and would have been tenting them if it weren't for Heather's bottom in the way. He murmured in his sleep and held Heather tightly, throbbing slightly against her. His dreams began to take a more erotic turn.

Things may have stayed that way if not for the girl's determination. She slipped her paw back behind herself, and her nimble fingers traced the curve of Nate's cock where it was pressing against her. She was as dexterous as any of her species and found the snap-opening on the front easily, flicking it open. She reached inside and felt his hot emergent flesh, and the stiffness of the bone within, and some slippery moisture as well. She withdrew her paw and guided his mature shaft out with it, letting it nestle into the fur of her butt.

The manipulation brought Nate further out of his dreams, which he resisted, as he was dreaming of the canine freshman from the plane. The warmth of the body he was spooned with was a comfort, however, and he trill-murmured, rolling his hips slightly and making his dick twitch. In his half-conscious state he churred, "Tina..." and experimentally humped against Heather. Heather wriggled in return, staying quiet. She slipped up along Nate's front a bit further until his dribbling tip was touching her most private of places. Her mother had told her mostly how this worked. How the male used his penis to squirt his baby seeds into a girl's belly. How she was not to let a boy do this until she was much older- older than her sister had been. But Nate would take care of her... he was rich, lived in a big house. He would take her away from the squalid little trailer and she would be happy. She shivered, anticipating... the mating itself, the pregnancy she hoped for, the little baby to love, the new life far away. She used her paw between her legs to open her tender young petals, rubbing the slick excitement over herself. She found Nate's tip and put it in position and waited.

She didn't have long to wait. The feel of fingerpads on his dick was enough to convince him that this was one of those mornings. He held onto Heather's pudgy belly and pushed with his hips. His slender shaft eagerly slipped into the girl's virgin passage, the curve matching the one inside her. He sighed and trilled, moving his muzzle to nibble on his mate's neck. But it wasn't there. He caught the edge of an ear-tuft, but that was all. He rose further into near consciousness. He could feel his shaft surrounded by tight, wet warmth, but suddenly the scent was wrong. And the bed... was not a bed. It was his parents' couch. And this belly he had his arm around was... his eyes opened widely. He could see the shadowy form of Heather in the darkened living room. She was trilling and whimpering softly. And oh lord he was *inside* her. How did this happen? He considered his options rapidly. She did not seem to be aware that he was awake. So. She did this on purpose. It was not his fault. But... who would believe him? He began to panic. When Heather reached down along his shaft into his boxers to massage his balls, it did not help matters. He had been such a fool! She had been flirting with him all evening and he had dismissed it. Boy crazy, Maryanne had said! At this point he was willing to go with just crazy. But what to do now?

He decided to act as if he were still dreaming. He murmured, "Mmm... Tina..." and rocked his hips a little, moving his dick in and out of Heather's little cunny. He had to stifle the urge to do more- the instinct to thrust was strong. Maybe this would work. Heather trilled again and her pussy fluttered, gripping him. He moaned. He couldn't help that. His cock stiffened and twitched inside the girl.

Heather felt the strong twitch. Was that it? Was that Nate squirting? She couldn't tell. It had only been maybe a minute since he went inside her. It was a very strange feeling, having something moving and alive in her vagina. She had tried a pen before, but it was not curved like Nate was! It was starting to feel good, starting to make her feel funny in the belly. She trilled quietly again and whispered, in a lower voice she hoped sounded like Tina's,

"Mmm... Nate, I want another baby... please squirt your seeds in me."

Nate's ears perked. Ahh, so this was it. The poor girl thought she wanted a kit like her sister! Whatever her pre-teen reasons were for this insanity, he suddenly felt relief. And a dirty little twinge of excitement as well. She wanted him to cum inside her! She probably thought that's all there was to it. All he had to do was give her what she wanted and pretend to sleep through the whole thing. His relief came from the fact that after he had had two kits, he had gone in for a vasectomy. There was no way, even if Heather was mature enough to be ovulating, to impregnate her. Thus the lustful part of his male brain began to assert itself. She wants it, and you can pretend it never happened! When's the next time you're going to fuck a virgin, huh?

Nate began to hump against her bottom, not hard, but he tried to get in deep, to feel if he could. He didn't encounter any resistance and Heather didn't make any pained noises, so he eased off on the restraint. He kept his upper body still, trying to seem asleep up there, while his arm held her belly and his hips rolled against her, thrusting his adult raccoon dick into her in a slow steady rhythm. She began to trill and moan, which pleased Nate- she was at least enjoying it. He moaned his mate's name every now and again to reinforce the idea that he was dreaming of fucking her, instead of his young cousin.

Heather could feel Nate seeking deeper inside her, and the strength of his arm around her. She was surrounded by his musky scent and her head swam with the feeling of being mated by him. So, it wasn't over yet! This was fine with her, as the tingles she was feeling were only growing stronger. She put her paw over her belly, imagining the little seeds swimming inside, making a kit, or maybe two! grow inside her. Then she imagined living in Nate's house with her new babies. She churred happily and wriggled her bottom back against Nate's belly.

Nate had the vague notion that he should feel guilty for what he was doing. Even if he couldn't actually impregnate her, she was his cousin! And not even 13 years old! But he found he couldn't stop. Her young cunny was squeezing him and she *wanted* it. Even if she shouldn't want it and probably needed some real guidance instead of this, he was going to do it. And the thought made the merry little pervert in his mind very happy. He humped faster, his cock growing a little thicker as he neared his climax. If it were Tina, he would have backed off, stretched the mating out for longer, made sure that she came. But he was supposed to be asleep and for once just took what he wanted. He held onto Heather's belly and thrust a last time, burying his cock deep inside the girl. A moment later he twitched and unloaded a tremendous gout of semen into her, coating her eager young cervix. He shivered and held on as several more spurts followed, and he murmured, "Tina... shooting my kits into you..."

Heather felt the sudden increase in speed and intensity and she had to keep from crying out! The tingling got very strong and she wriggled against her cousin as she reached for... something. She didn't know what she was trying for, but it was just out of her reach. But then all of a sudden Nate stopped and she could feel the blooming warmth inside her, and his twitching, and she knew he was squirting. This was it! He was making her pregnant. The thought helped her reach that spot and her sex exploded in a wave of throbbing joy. She had to hold her muzzle shut to keep from waking the whole house.

When the twitching stopped, Nate did his best to lay still and act asleep. His cock slowly pulled back out of Heather of its own accord, its purpose fulfilled and left a sticky trail of 'coonsemen from her fur to his boxers. She took a while to recover, biting on her fingers now. Her pubic fur was matted and sticky and she could feel the seed leaking out of her. She covered her mound with a paw to keep it inside. She'd never get another chance! She then rolled carefully off the couch and grabbed her clothes, and tottered off back to her own bed, her paw still cupping her vulva. She curled up with a smile on her face and let the remained warm waves of the orgasm lull her to sleep.

Nate was relieved she went back to her bed. That was the only conceivable flaw in his plan, of course. If she had stayed, and they were discovered... but it hadn't happened that way. He imagined her disappointment in the coming months, when she found herself not pregnant, and then imagined poor Maryanne when Heather found some boy who *wasn't* fixed. He sighed. What could he have done? He supposed he could have stopped the whole thing when he first woke up fully, and had some sort of... frank discussion with the girl. Probably that would have been better than what he *did* do. He felt a wave of panic again. If she were to get it into her head to ruin his life, she could. It would be *over*. One trip to the hospital would confirm whatever she wanted to claim. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep- his flight was in a couple of hours. He looked forward to escaping again, and supposed that might be what Heather was looking forward to. Looking to him to provide the lifeline.

His phone woke him out of his fitful dozing, the sun not up yet. He showered and got his stuff together, and greeted his dad, who was driving him to the airport. He wasn't bothering with the shower, and looked comically bedraggled. Before leaving, he poked his head into his old room, and saw Heather sleeping, curled up in a ball. He sniffed the air, and couldn't tell if he actually detected sex musk, or if it was just his mind playing tricks. He wanted to check flight status, but desperately didn't want to wake her. He closed the door quietly and headed out, backpack over his shoulder.

"Let's go," he said to his father. He had never wanted to leave someplace quite as badly as he did now. He hoped, when he got home to his family, his separate world, he could put this insane episode out of his mind. Would Tina be able to tell? She knew him so well, always knew what he was thinking, somehow. He had cheated on her! The first time in ten years of being lifemates. And his body, at least, had enjoyed it. The circling maelstrom of possible disasters plagued his mind all the way to the airport. He said his farewells to his sleepy father, encouraged him and his mother to come out to Loritane to visit soon, and joined the mass of people leaving for someplace else.