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Monday morning Zay rolled over with a groan, paw reaching out and tapping around for his alarm clock. He whimpered as he couldn't seem to locate it this morning. He rose his head from his pillow and tapped the 'off' button. His head flumping back onto his pillow with another groan and a yawn. He pushed himself up a little, paws on the floor before he stood.

He grabbed his clothes for school and decided to race Zayra to the shower. Stepping out he heard her alarm go off. 'Snooze you lose.' He trotted to the bathroom and shut the door, taking a quick shower and brushing his fur, using his gel on his tuft to get his normal mohawk. He stepped from the bathroom, hearing his parents already downstairs starting breakfast and felt paws on his chest. He looked down at Zayra who was looking up at him with her big glittery red eyes. "Whut..."

She shifted close, her paws shaky as she gripped his shirt gently.

He twisted an ear toward the steps and grabbed her behind her back, pulling her close roughly and smiling as he leaned down, nose tilted away until he could nuzzle her cheek fur. He inhaled slowly, already smelling her arousal, "Mmm, want me to give you your pill again?"

She nodded, blushing darkly.

Zay couldn't help but feel his still sheathed cock throb, he was going to make out with her again. Didn't matter how nasty the pill was, he was going to bury his tongue in her mouth. He passed her, pecking her on the cheek, "Take your shower."

She nodded and stepped back into the bathroom, gently shutting the door as he walked away.

He went to his room and pulled on his belt, then shoved his wallet in his pocket and his phone in his front right pocket. He made sure he had his earbuds and walked along to the kitchen. He paid little heed to his family, being his usual antisocial toward his parents. He opened the little medicine cabinet and pulled out her bottle, shaking one out into his paw.

"What are you doing?"

Zay perked his ears as his father spoke, then turned, looking over his shoulder, "Getting Zayra her pill. She said her heat was bothering her this morning." He put the bottle back and started back through the kitchen.

"She's perfectly capable of getting the pill herself.

Zay flicked his tail, one foot on the steps, "Sorry? I'm being a good brother, quit complaining about it." He stepped up the short set of stairs and heard her getting dressed. He tapped on the door.

She peeked out and her big eyes blinked at him.

He held the pill between his fingers, then popped it in his mouth, pushing the door open so he could get through, grabbing her and burying his tongue in her mouth.

She gripped his shirt and stood on her toes to push up into the kiss.

Zay could feel the painful bulge in his jeans, 'She remembers a little from the last kiss~' He pinned her back against the wall next to the door and took her paws in his, lifting them to around his neck. Almost instantly he thrusted against her hips, feeling her paws grip the fur of his neck. He dropped his paws and grabbed her hips and lifted her up, bulge pressing roughly against the crotch of her jean shorts.

After about a minute he pulled away, saliva stringing between their tongues that hung out of their mouths.

He licked his lips, tasting the pill on his tongue, but too pleased with the tingling sensation on his tongue of his sisters touches. He breathed against her neck, "Good girl sis, now swallow your pill."

She gulped a few times and panted, hips wriggling in his grasp, "Zay..."

He pressed his bulge harder against her, grunting a little as he groaned, "Hush, we have to be quiet."

She put her nose into his neck as she shivered a little.

He held her and continued grinding, speaking into her neck, "How's it feel sis? Are you enjoying this?"

She breathed past the base of his ear, her hot breath tickling the fur, "Uh huh..."

He smiled and nosed her ear ring, "Good, now be good and finish getting ready for school. A little perfume wouldn't hurt either." He tenderly set her back on the ground.

She wobbled a little and whimpered as she put a paw to her mouth, swallowing a few times.

He stroked over her ear and kissed her cheek, "Good girl." Then he turned and stepped out and into his room, picking up his cologne and spraying just enough to drown out his own aroused scent and Zayras that clung to his clothes.

He could still taste the pill in her mouth, the mint of toothpaste, and the tickling pleasure around his mouth where their tongues met. The tip of his tongue tingled from where he had teased hers.

He perked his ears.

"Zay, better come eat, you better be leaving soon," Mary hollered from down the steps.

Zay left his room, flicking off the light as he shut his door. He paused and looked in Zayras room, stepping over to pick up her phone and shove it in his pocket before leaving and half bounding down the steps. He slid into his chair, already catching the whiff of Zayras perfume. He picked up his spoon and bowl, shoveling oatmeal into his mouth. He was about four gulps in, with maybe two left when his eyes peered up at something glaring.

Henrys red eyes were alight with anger.

'The hell is his problem this morning?'

There was a slipping noise and he leaned forward a little.

The tension in the kitchen tripled easily.

"Henry! We're not sending him there," Mary demanded.

Zay licked his lips and lowered his bowl, looking down at the small advertisement of an all boys boarding school. "Uh... No?"

"You won't have a choice," Henry said.

Zay pushed it back, "You'd prefer to send me to a place where drugs and other 'forbidden' items are currency? It's like prison but with less butt sex."

Henry growled a bit, "Zay, if you don't straighten up we will send you to a boarding school."

Zay flattened his ears, "Straighten up? You mean pretend you're god of the house." He got up, leaving his unfinished breakfast on the table and scooping up his bag, "Zayra le-"

"I will take Zayra to school today," he said sternly. "She doesn't need to be around your jackass behavior."

Mary slammed her bowl down, "Enough!"

The house fell quiet.

Zayra sitting awkwardly in her chair, tears in her eyes as she fought to not sniffle.

Zay could feel the swirling fear in his gut, dismissing it he turned back for the table.

"Kids finish your breakfast," Mary stated more calmly.

Zay picked up his bowl, scooped out the last of it and set it back on the table, grabbing Zayras bowl and putting a spoonful in her mouth, "Come on Zayra."

She sniffled a little and swallowed.

Once the bowl was finished he took both bowls and set them in the sink, "Zayra get in the car."

She got up and started toward the door, but her fists rose to her eyes and she bumped into the doorframe of the kitchen and yipped.

He took her paw, grabbed her bag and lead her out, walking her to the car and opening her door. He made sure her tail was tucked out of the way and shut it, looking back as his ears twitched, hearing his parents arguing quietly.

He got in his side and pulled out of the drive, zooming away down the street. He put a paw on hers, "It's okay sis, Dads just moody."

She sniffled, "I dunno why I feel so guilty... Like if I wasn't here dad wouldn't have such an issue with you."

Zay flattened his ears and stopped at the stop sign, "Sis, you know I need you. You're my sister, and my twin. Without you I've got nothing to live for."

She coughed and put her paws over her face. "I'm not worth it. I can't do anything right, I'm a nobody."

He could feel the cocktail of emotional turmoil filling his chest and stomach. He eruptly pulled to the side of the road and flipped on his hazards, turning to her, "Zayra Jay Reynolds don't you dare say that again."

She sniffled a little and looked over at him, face wet, nose running.

"You're my sister, you're worth the world to me and then some and you know it. You're a talented writer and artist with potential to be even greater. Your heat is causing your depression and dads shit this morning didn't help, but you ARE loved and you know it."

Her bottom lip quivered, and she unbuckled herself, reaching for him.

He took off his seat belt and wrapped his arms around her holding her head to his mane and sighing, "It's okay sis... It's okay."

After a few minutes she calmed enough he was satisfied and pulled away, placing a kiss on her cheek.

They buckled back up and he started back onto the road, taking her paw and holding it firmly.

Zay laid in the back yard, it had been at least a year since he'd bothered to just lay back and chill out. He had his headphones in, phone on his stomach as he looked up at the sky and clouds. He could see a few branches of the tree that the old rickety treehouse was still in. He took a breath and let it out slowly. 'I've been rushing her too much... All I can think about is her, how I want to adore her like a girlfriend... Like any girl I've hit on.'

He licked his teeth a little and had a moment of muffled insects and the door opening before the next song started and drowned everything out again. He felt their presence, but it was not one he was worried about.

Zayras ever resting face appeared above him, looking down at him curiously. She rose a paw and tapped her ear.

He pulled a bud out, "What."

"Moms said she didn't want to cook dinner, so it's fend for yourself tonight. If you want the leftover pork chops in the fridge you better get em before dad gets home."

He looked up at her and locked eyes, then shook his head to clear the dirty thoughts that started to fill it. "Alright, I'll lick em before dad gets home."

She tilted her ears back, "You okay Zay? You've been a little... distant since monday morning."

He felt a lip pull at a slight grimace. "I'm fine, don't worry about me." He couldn't help but think that came out too harsh. Part of him didn't care, so he ignored her mildly hurt gaze and let her walk away. 'I need to do something... I need to back off. If I keep laying on my affection like I have I'll break her for sure. Her heats driving me nuts! I've gone through her heats before with no issue but now... Now I'm being effected. I just want to pin her and breed her...' He blinked a little, feeling his jeans suddenly get a little tighter on his crotch as he imagined tying her pretty slit and making her stomach swell like Madelines had.

Zay pouted and let out an annoyed groan as he slapped his paws on his face and whined, "Fuck this isn't helping at all! What the hell is wrong with me?!" He laid his paws out on the grass again, frowned, tears forming in his eyes. 'I don't want to hurt her, but I feel like if I don't stop or slow down I'm going to and then I'd be no better than the asshole guys who only want her to get their dick wet! What am I supposed to do as a big brother attracted to-'

"Zay honey, are you okay?"

He perked his ears and looked up at the back door where his mother stood. After a few blinks he sighed and looked back to the sky, "Yeah mom I'm fine." He could already hear her walking toward him, leaning over and looking down at him just like Zayra had, but with more worry.

"Zayra said you'd come lick your pork chops but haven't yet. Then I heard you cuss out loud. Everything okay honey?"

He looked up into her big red eyes, then sat up and turned a little on the grass, "Mom can I ask you something?"

She sat in the grass with him, "Sure. Got thirty years of wisdom to share."

He sat and faced her, "There's this girl at school... I've known her a long time and never found her attractive before, in a sense of dating or sex. But now it's like... she's all I can think about. I can look at other girls and still feel like I usually do about girls, but... when it comes to her I want to do so much more."

She rose a brow and tilted her head and ears a little, "So... you're in love with her?"

He sighed and looked away a bit, "I don't think so... when I think about her all I can think about is sex. It's getting to the point of thinking dirtier than I'm use to..."

"Is she in heat?"

He paused a moment, picking what he said next carefully, "She was yesterday, but this has been going on with me since I broke up with Kathy."

Mary put a finger to her chin, "Never did figure out why you broke up with her, Kathy seemed so nice, was even pleasant with Zayra."

"Kathy was making Zayra do her homework... Zayra told me and I put a stop to it the morning I found out. Kathys been pretty pissy since."

"Oh... Well she seemed nice here... but I suppose that's perfect reasoning for dumping her."

Zay flattened his ears, "But... the girl?"

She wove her paw a little, "Right right. You might actually have feelings beyond physical attraction with this girl but her heat is blinding the love of her personality. Maybe your incident with Kathy made you see this girl in a new light but your body's stuck on her heat at the moment. Just wait until after her heat, your body probably sensed she was going into heat soon, mixed emotions, worsening as her heat progresses. Once her heat is over you should be able to tell if you like her for more than her fertility."

He slumped his shoulders and pouted a bit, "I just worry I'm going to do something stupid before her heat is over... I feel guilty for wanting her like I do and know I should better respect her. She's a good person, she's super sweet, shy, and caring, even though she's antisocial and weird, but she deserves to be thought about as more than some..." He huffed and glanced at her, then back at the grass, paws gripping his ankles a little, "More than some cock sheath slut..."

His mother blinked a little, "That first part makes it sound like you do love her personality..."

He groaned a little, "I do, I know her personality and how she is but I was never attracted to her before. Personality or physically. She is pretty yes, and I can't deny she's always been attractive but I've never personally been attracted to her before. Now she's the only girl I want to have sex with and I feel guilty and dirty because all I can think about is sex and knocking her up."

Mary's eyes widened a little, "That's her heat talking I hope... I ain't exactly fond of the idea of my baby boy Zay being sexually active, much less knocking up a girl at 15..."

He slumped again and sighed, pulling his knees up and placing his arms on them, "I just... don't know what to do about this girl... I respect her too much to hurt her, but it's like my mind isn't my own anymore and part of me doesn't care if I hurt her."

Mary pet over his right ear, "Have you tried talking to her about it?"

He shook his head a little, "Kinda afraid to approach her about it... I don't wanna scare her off."

She pursed her lips, "Zay I think you really do love this girl, you're just afraid to admit it to yourself."

He half frowned and sighed, ears back as he sighed. 'Do I though? I know I love her as a sister, but can I love her as a girlfriend? As a possible relationship? It's illegal, if we get caught I'll be sent away for sure. Either by the government for the closest thing to rape they can get, or by my own parents for having sex with my sister...' He looked up at her again, "What if... I'm not supposed to um... love her that way."

"Suppose to? Like gods got some big marriage plan for you to love someone else? Forbidden love?"

He shrugged, "Forbidden love, sure..."

"Zay you and I both know you're not religious, you put on a good show for your father but I've seen that symbol in your car."

"Zayra made that," he replied.

"She just goes for the coffee and learning, she's not any more religious than you are. But either way you make your own choices Zay. I don't care if this girl is actually a guy and this is you coming out of the closet at gay."

He rose a brow and tilted his head, 'That's comforting I suppose...'

"The important thing is that you're happy and you're safe. No drugs, no stds, no unprotected sex."

He remained quiet for a bit, and whimpered, "So what should I do? I don't wanna scare her off."

"Just take it slow until her heat is over. Stop and think before doing anything, what is her heat making you think and what would you be thinking if she wasn't? Treat her like a typical 'want to be girlfriend' girl."

'Stop and think... Sounds so simple but I already know it's way harder than it sounds.' He nodded a little, "Any idea where I should start?"

"Probably introducing yourself? Becoming her friend? Maybe some unofficial dinner dates? Trips to the movies? Just treat her like a good friend, get her to warm up to you, you know how to do that, Mr. Popular."

He huffed, "Yeah, 'Mr. Popular' ... Soccer starts next month, already signed up."

"About damn time," she wagged, "When's the first game?"

"I'm guessing around the twentieth. Tryouts are going to be on the second, a wednesday of all days."

"You'll do fine, only the eighth year you've done soccer through the school system."

His ears twitched and he heard someone pull into the drive, "Dad's home, better go lick those pork chops." He rocked forward and bound for the house on all fours, pittering up the steps to the porch and opening the door into the laundry room. He turned down the hall and up the steps into the kitchen just as Henry opened the front door.

They looked at each other.

Henry scowled, "What?"

He shrugged and started for the fridge, "Nothing, was kinda expecting to get yelled at or something." He opened the fridge and pulled out a flattish tupperware container, opening it as Henry turned the corner.

Zay shoved one of the boneless pork chops in his mouth, letting it hang out as he turned to look at him.

He grumbled, "Really? Gonna eat it cold?"

Zay pulled it out of his mouth and licked it, then picked up the second and licked it as well. "Nope, just licking them to claim them." He closed the fridge and opened a cabinet to pull down a plate, dumping the two on and setting them in the microwave with a cover.

Mary walked into the kitchen, "Hi honey, how was work?"

He smiled at her, pulling her into his arms and kissing her, "It was work."

Zay stuck his tongue out and leaned against the counter beside the microwave. 'So... just start slow with her. I'll probably try to ride out her heat a little more quietly, maybe do some dinner and stuff. Warm up to her better.'

Zayra bound down the steps in her shorty short pajama bottoms and a tank top, her pink bra strap visible against her black fur. "Hi dad," she pittered over to the fridge and opened it, pulling out the milk.

Zay opened the microwave just at the first ding and pulled out his steaming pork chops. He licked his whiskers as he shut the microwave and sat at the table with a fork and knife.

Zayra sat with a bowl of cereal and chewed happily beside him.

Henry put his head in the fridge, "Mary there are hardly any left overs..."

She looked over from the cabinet of bowls, "So make something or eat cereal. I don't wanna cook today. There should be meatloaf still in there, maybe even that vegetable soup Zayra made."

Zayra looked up, "I think Zay ate the soup."

He swallowed hard, "Yeah, it didn't make it, it's been gone. Meatloaf should still be in there though..."

Henry poked around and eventually settled on week old meatloaf.

Zay gently wagged his tail across the floor, bumping into Zayras. He paused and looked at her a bit, then curled his tail under hers and over before letting it rest. He shoved a large bite of pork chop in his mouth and proceeded with dinner.

Zay was parked in his weight lifting class, already dreading the mile run. It wasn't that he couldn't do it, it was that he was always slowed down by Zayras faster gym classmates getting in the way. The guys being macho and trying to cut him off, or the girls swarming to try and run beside him.

His teacher, Mr. Kizler, was a beefy warthog, despite that he still had a pot belly. He snorted and shuffled through the papers, "Alright kids, let's take attendance."

Zay rolled his eyes a little, yawning. He was pumped up to run, but pent up to fuck. Zayras heat had been growing steadily worse, to the point he was afraid of being alone with her for too long. He flicked his ear, rubbing his temples a bit as the thought of breeding his sweet sister filled his head.

"Zay Reynolds," Mr Kizler said gruffly, sounding irritated

Zay looked up, then noticed vibrating in his pocket. He flattened his ears and dug it out, mumbling quietly, "The hell is texting me." He lit up the screen, messages still rolling in from three different numbers. 'Zayras bullies must have found those pictures. Idiots. Girls flirt with me, when I flirt back it's either good or about to get ugly.' He muted the three numbers and put his phone away, "Sorry, just a bunch of girls."

A few of the guys sneered, mumbling among each other. "Zay always has girls text him. He never shares numbers. I know right, at least spread a little love around..."

Zay rose a brow at them and then at the teacher.

Mr. Kizler returned his eyes to the paper, "As you all know, today we are doing the mile. We've been training all month for this; today is your test. We will be sharing the track with Mr. Lazerus's gym class." He lowered his board and nodded, "Alright, weather's nice, outside track."

Zay hopped up and pittered through the door and down the hall, sitting on the metal banister in the middle and sliding down and trotting ahead and down a ramp into the main hall. His tail flicked as he saw Mr. Lazerus's class walking out of the four double doors in a horde.

Most of the girls almost instantly cooed the moment one laid eyes on him, pausing in hope of walking with him.

Zay quickly located Zayra, back of the group weaving her way past the other girls. He started for her, but was swarmed by the awaiting girls. "Heh, mornin' ladies." His ears twitched and he found himself partially corralled by the chicks out the school doors and down the sidewalk toward the football coarse.

Once both classes were gathered on the grass, Zay well surrounded and forcing a smile, Mr. Kizler clapped his hooves together, "Alright kids, alright listen up. Get in groups of two, half of you will run first, doesn't matter what class."

Zay flattened his ears as the eight or maybe nine girls around him almost broke out in a fight right there. He shifted to all fours and tucked his tail a little before slipping away. He sighed as he sat next to the rest of the guys, partially hiding. "Hey... Hey Kevin, help."

Kevin, a golden retriever, snickered. "Okay, okay."

Zay sat next to him and sighed heavily, "Yer a life saver."

"You say that every time we have to pair up."

Zay snickered, "But it's true, who else can I rely on to save my tail from girls." He scooted closer, trying to ignore the teary glares and pouty lips of the girls. He turned and noticed Zayra sitting awkwardly next to one of her own classmates. His eyes locked with the the coyotes face, seeing a smug look on his mug.

He was about to growl when a whistle was blown, ears perking as his attention instinctively moved toward the noise.

Mr. Kilzer put his hands on his hips, "Alright, now that you're all partnered up, one of you will run first, the other will record their partner's lap and time. Insure your partner's name is on the slip of paper that Mr. Lazerus is handing out. The rest of you, get to the starting line."

Zay shifted an ear back toward Zayra as he stood, looking over his shoulder at the pair.

Zayra got up and stepped up beside him, holding her arm as the two walked toward the starting line.

He shifted his tail to lift hers up, "Your tail is dragging, whats up?"

She looked up at him, "Nothing just... Gerald doesn't normally talk to me."

"You like him," Zay asked. He could feel a little pain in his chest, as if her answer would hurt.

"He's cute... I guess. I know some of the girls think he's a jerk or rude but he's been pretty nice to me."

Zay turned his head back to 'Gerald' the coyote. "Is that so..."

Zayra claimed a spot near the most inside line, swallowing hard visibly.

He on the other hand was farther from the middle, but he knew it wouldn't matter. He'd be done first, as always.

Mr. Lazerus put a paw up, whistle in the other, "On your mark! Get set!" The whistle blew.

Zay took off at a slightly pushed pace. Once ahead of the herd he picked up some more speed, lapping Zayra and then the rest of the runners. Crossing the start line he heard the girls cheering his name.

He tried to ignore it, 'One more lap and then leave everyone in the dust.' He kept his pace, knowing his lungs hurt, but he'd survive. He was gonna make it. Once he neared the start line he watched Kevin move in close, smiling as the girls cheered.

"One more lap Zay," he hollered, tapping his watch.

Mr. Krizler nodded, "Come on Zay, beat your record time!"

Zay got closer and sped up, pushing himself farther. He was less than a hundred feet from the start line and he made a final dash.

Kevin had a finger on his watch, arm up to keep the line in sight. "Four sixteen! Come on Zay!"

Zay grit his teeth and was less than a step from the line, pushing off with both legs for a jump and flipping in the air with half twist, landing on the other side and bowing. He yipped as Kevin nearly tackled him to the ground.

"Four twenty! That's five seconds faster than last time!"

Zay put his paws on his friend, "Dude! Save the bro hugs for later! Come on it's just five seconds." He half dragged his retriever friend off the track, getting snatched around the neck in a choke hold and a hoof on his head. "Awwwe come on chief yer messin up my hawk!"

"Dat a boy Zay, you'll beat state champion records by the time you graduate at this rate!"

Zay whined and pushed at the arm, "Yeah yeehh... Erg cap... air..." He gasped as he was let go and stumbled as he was given a rough slap on the back. He stepped away and laid down in the grass with a heavy sigh, "Ugh..."

"Dude, fan club," Kevin said.

Zay yelped as the girls swarmed him, cooing. "Oi oi ladies, woah slow down."

Mr. Lazerus hissed, "Girls! Focus on your teammates and leave Zay to catch his breath."

The girls pouted their retreat and Zay flumped down to the grass, yawning as he panted.

Kevin sat beside him, paws on his ankles staring, "That flip was a waste of time... You could have been at 6 seconds instead of 5, or maybe even 7 or 8..."

Zay opened an eye to look at him, "Yeah... and? It's freshmen year, Kevin, not the state olympics."

The dog put his paws up a bit, "Nuthin, just saying that you're wasting time."

Zay heard a few others cheer as some others finished their mile run, and then a few others have one more lap. His head turned, sitting up on his elbows as he saw Zayra nearing the start line at seven minutes.

Gerald stood by Mr Lazerus, "Two more laps Zayra."

There was a soft groan, "Not again. Chicks gonna be the last one to finish and give the rest of us less time to finish our miles..."

Zay sat up and watched her, ears perked.

She wheezed and gasped, pushing herself further. She stumbled a little and continued in a slow run. A weak run.

He watched her, yapping softly, "Come on sis..."

Zayra continued, getting lapped, occasionally walking but always moving.

Mr. Lazerus kept an eye on her, everyone lapping her and leaving her the last person on the track for her final lap. "Come on Zayra!"

Zay flattened his ears as he picked up her whimpering, wheezing, gasps for air. He got up, standing and trotting next to the track in the grass. "It's okay sis, you don't have to push yourself so hard."

She whimpered, sniffling a little. "Zay... I'm..." She wheezed and closed her eyes, wiping tears away, "F-fine..."

He trotted beside her until she crossed the start line, taking her paw and leading her to the grass.

She wheezed and gasped, crying as she grabbed her dry throat.

The twins sat together, Zay pulling her into his lap and stroking over her ears as he felt her tremble, "Shhh, it's okay sis. You did great." His ear twitched as he picked up a giggle.

"Yeah, at fifteen minutes forty seven seconds. She's asthmatic, should have expected a slow time anyway. I can't believe Zay coddles her so much, she's such a loser..."

His lips twitched, holding her ears down, so she didn't hear. 'I'll have to remind them of their place.' He took two slips of paper, writing down Kevins name on one, and Geralds on the other. His arms refused to allow Zayra off his lap, petting her ears while she recovered from her run.

Zayra weakly got out of the car, holding the straps of her bag as she walked up the steps to the porch, Zay close behind. She stood next to the door and waited for Zay to unlock it. She dropped her bag and whimpered, "My chest still hurts from gym..."

Zay pet her head, "You did fine sis... You just go take your shower, I'll make you a little somethin to eat." He gently pushed her up the steps.

She sighed softly and went to her room, grabbing her sleep clothes before heading toward the bathroom. She shut the door gently and pulled off her shirt. Starting the shower before finishing removing her clothing.

After her shower she went down to the kitchen for a bowl of sugary cereal. Sitting heavily before scooping up the rainbowy grain and stuffing it in her mouth. He flattened her still damp ears as Zay pet her.

"I'm off to take my shower, be good," he gave her a kiss on the head.

"I'm takin a nap after I eat," she said taking another spoonful, not looking as he trotted up the steps. Once her cereal was gone she drank the milk and placed the bowl and spoon in the sink. Yawning before heading to her own room. She closed her door and huffed, feeling hot and stuffy. She took off her shorts, feeling a little better as she plopped down on top of her bed and hugged her cool pillow. 'Just need a little sleep, I'm so tired...'

Zay stepped out of the shower, grey sleep shorts on but shirtless, his towel hung around his neck rubbing his wet tuft and mane. He smiled as he stepped into his room and picked up his phone, sitting on his bed as he looked through his text messages.

A smile crossed his face, looking at Brineys threatening messages and pleading. He scrolled up and smirked darkly. The brunette human with pretty hazel eyes was naked, on her knees before his purple cock sucking what remained. Just above it was another, of his covered cock in her pussy while she had a giant smile on her face.

Zay flopped back on his bed, "<Well well well, did I hear something about my precious angel of a sister being a loser?>"

"<I didn't say anything! Get pissed off at Nancy! She said Zayra was a loser not me.>"

Zay couldn't help but giggle a bit, "<Maybe you should rein your bitches in Mrs. Queen Bee. Or I send that lovely picture to Nate.>"

"<He'll beat your ass!>"

"<Oh lol honey, all I'd have to do is show him our lovely text messages. You were so giddy to get a piece of me. Even questioned about relationships, and you denied it, claiming you were single. Fuck what was said after, Nates a jock. He'll see your words and it'll be all your fault. Oh how his heart would break.>"

He smiled and looked up at his ceiling, waiting for her reply. His phone buzzed after several minutes.

"<Fine, but I hope you rot in hell.>"

"<I'll see you there.>" He then tossed his phone aside and stretched before hopping up. 'Wonder if Zayras asleep. I want some cuddles.' He stepped into the hall and opened her door quietly, peeking in and perking his ears, eyes widening as he bit his lip. 'Ohh shit..."

She lay on her bed, cuddling her pillow while lying on her front. Her right leg was extended out across the bed, the left lifted more to give him perfect view of her pink cotton underwear.

He opened the door farther and smiled a little, 'Picture perfect... Need my phone for this shit!' He grabbed his phone hastily from his room and quietly padded into her room, pulling up the camera on his phone. He tenderly dropped to a knee and snapped a picture of her underwear, then stood and held the phone high to get a full body shot of her black band tank, and bright pink underwear. He shifted his shorts to take his cock out stroked it, placing it near her paws and setting the soft paw pad on him before taking another picture.

He then hovered it near her snout, pre dribbling out as he took another picture. Fear welled in his chest, worried she'd wake up at any moment. He took several other suggestive pictures and backed out of her room, leaving her door cracked and shutting his behind him as he turned on his game console and played music from his TV. Meanwhile he flopped on his bed, eye boggling his sisters frame while he thumbed the leaky tip of his cock.

He looked at the one with her paw on his cock, eyes rolling back as his paw squeezed his cock. 'Oh fuck!'

He imagined Zayra between his legs, using her little paws on his cock, stroking him roughly. The warmth of her mouth breathing on his cock and knot while she stroked harder. 'Does bubby like this?'

He whined, 'Oh fuck yeah I do. Don't stop sis!'

She thumped his tip, pressing on it a little and making his hips buck, her left paw dropped away, suddenly and roughly groped his balls.

He gasped and arched his back, biting a knuckle as his cock erupted.

His imagination faded away between ropes of cum, the pain in his index finger bringing him to. He let go of his paw and sighed, panting happily.

He was just about to roll over when the touch of warmth penetrated his fur. Throwing himself up he groaned and pouted, "Well shit..."

The bed sheets, his chest, and his sleep shorts were well coated in his sticky cum. The fluid beginning to bleed into the fibers.

With a paw on his forehead he groaned again, "Damn it Zayra..."

Zayra woke and purred as she stretched, paw patting around for her phone to check the time. She smacked her lips a bit as she used a paw to rub her eyes. A message notification was on her phone from about a half hour ago. She didn't recognize the number at all so she tapped it.

"<Hey it's Gerald, got your number from one of your friends. Hope that's not creepy.>"

She cooed, "<A little, but I don't mind. Makes me feel more important. Whats up?>"

"<Nothing really, just finished my homework. You?>"

She giggled and flopped on her back, "<Just woke up from a nap. Mile run exhausted me.>" She noticed light from the hall and sat up, 'Weird I thought I closed my door...' She got up and pulled on her shorts trotting into the hall. 'Doesn't sound like mom or dad are home.' She approached Zays door and knocked, "Zay?"

No answer.

She pushed open his door and saw him sitting on his bed, eyes glued to his T.V. with his headphones on. She stepped closer and sat beside him, kissing his cheek.

He paused his game and took off his headphones, "Sup sis. Enjoy your nap?"

She nodded and laid her head on his shoulder, lifting her phone as it crashed a notification.

"<How was your day after gym? You seemed pretty worn out.>"

Zay was playing his game, feeling Zayra close to him. He was glad he had changed his bed sheets long before she woke up. Even though his attention was primarily on his video game, he kept noticing her on her phone. In his distraction he died in his game, taking the opportunity to look over her shoulder, "You ain't normally such a social butterfly."

She yanked her phone to her chest to hide the screen, looking up at him. "Just talking to a friend."

He flattened his ears, "Alright alright, damn."

She laid down on his bed, phone above her face as she giggles.

He turned his back to her and continued gaming, 'Probably one of her girlfriends...' He didn't stop gaming until their parents came home, deciding then was a good time to hide in his room and do some home work so he avoided an argument with Henry.