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Zay paced around his old treehouse, boards creaking a little under him. He rounded the five foot by six foot room. Two windows, a small balcony outside the door, a hole in the middle of the floor. He groaned as he sat and put his hands on his face. "What the hell is she thinking!? How can she just... Allow it?! Here I am, busting my ass for her, and for what? Thats right not a damn thing, nothing changed!" He stood and paced some more, growling at his floor, "That sleazy bastard... He's already got her hooked, he'll break her and destroy her." He slammed his paw into the floor, "Why is it so damn hard to just leave him? What could she possibly see in this guy that's worth dealing with the cheating?!"

His ears perked as he heard screaming, looking out the window toward the house. After a moment he dropped his ears and continued pacing. "She's asking for it... She wanted this and there's nothing I can do about it! I've already warned her! She knows the risk now but... UGH!" He flopped onto the floor and groaned, rubbing his face as he fought tears, "Why is it so damn hard... Why do I want her so god damn much... Why does this hurt?"

After a couple hours he heard a car pull into the drive. Another hour or so passed before the back door opened. "Zay? Are you up there?" It was Mary.

He curled a little and rubbed his eyes.

"Zay? Honey?" She was closer, and the boards of his ladder nailed to the tree creaked. Her striped ears and hair popping up through the hole, and she turned, "Zay? Whats wrong? Zayras asleep under her bed."

He shifted his head across the floor toward her. "I told her. I showed her. But she's still with him... He told me, he's just using her, and..." He sniffled, "I don't know what else to do."

She crawled up and sat beside him, petting his face, "Sometimes, we just have to let people make the mistake before we can fix them."

His head rose, looking up at her, "I have to... Let her get hurt? Just... Do nothing?"

"Remember when I said everyone warned me? All my mistakes, your father tried warning me, helping me... Nothing went through. I had to make the mistakes to learn anything. Give her time Zay."

"It's just so hard to watch her make the mistake... I love her, mom. I don't want to see her broken."

She pet his ear, "I know, but... Sometimes you just have to."

The back door opened, "Zay Allen Reynolds!"

His ears flattened, "Is dad the first person the school calls?"

"Yeah, he's closer... why?"

"Mary, get him down here. He has detention all week," Henry yelled. "I told you he was no good! A fight! In school! You attacked your sister?!"

Zay popped up and stuck his head out the window, "I did not attack her! She got in the way! I just knocked her over, but she didn't get hurt!"

Mary rubbed her temples, "Zay... Get in the house..."

He huffed, "It was Gerald... After everything he said to me he went to kiss Zayra... I... I didn't mean to scare her."

"Zay a fight is a fight... In the house. Before your father tries to climb up."

He dropped his ears, climbing down the tree and stepping across the grass, ears back, growling quietly as he walked into the house. Henry yelling and scolding behind him. He shouldered open the door to the kitchen and was half way to the stairs to the hall when his arm was grabbed. His body turned, glaring down at Henry, "Let. Go."

"Why can't you stay out of trouble? Every year Zay you get into a fight."

He leaned over his shorter father, ripping his arm free, "Lay off. I ain't talkin' to you."

"You will not speak to me that way," Henry growled. "I am your father damn it. Now sit your ass down."

Zays whiskers were tense, the heaviness in his gut swirled and churned in fear. 'She's awake...' His growl faded, eyes falling away and slowly shifting to the stairs where Zayra was peeking around the corner. His ears lifting as he looked at her. 'I'm... scaring her.' He took a step back from Henry, turning and walking quickly.

Henry followed him, scolding, seething with anger.

Zay opened the front door, leaving it open in his haste, down the steps and into his car. He backed out of the drive, leaving Henry in the driveway. Mary on the steps hurrying after Henry. 'I'm so sorry Zayra...'

Zayra sat in her room, sitting on her bed with her paws in her lap. Mary was in the hall, trying to get Henry to calm down.

Henry was carrying things from Zays room, "No Mary, he can have them back in one month. He needs punished!"

Zayra looked out her cracked door as Henry carried Zays TV down the hall to their own room.

"Henry, this isn't going to work, he's just going to get mad. He needs help, he's confused, a little guidance goes a long way with him. If you'd just -"

"I said, 'No' Mary," Henry said firmly.

She slid off her bed and shut her door, sitting in front of it as she tried to calm down. Her body was rushing with hot and cold spells, paws trembling and an odd emptiness filling her chest.

Her phone crashed and she got up, picking it off her nightstand and sitting back on her bed. She took a breath, expecting it to be Gerald who she had been talking to since she woke up. Her chest lifting as it was.

"<Mind if I call?>"

"<Sure.>"

Within twenty seconds her phone rang and she smiled, lifting it to her face to hear his voice. The soft rumble of other voices in the background. "You okay?"

"I guess... They're done yelling, mostly, but Zays been grounded. I can't remember the last time I saw my dad this angry. Even my mom can't calm him down," She laid on her bed, facing the wall and pulling up her blanket.

"Wheres Zay at?"

"He left... Just got in his car and left. I'm worried about him, he can usually shrug dads yelling off which helps everyone calm down, but... I dunno it was like this time was different..." She sighed and held herself with her free hand.

"How long is he grounded?"

"A month... Dads taking his game station and TV even... Dunno how long that will last. Zay bought those himself, they weren't given to him like my TV was."

"Your parents bought your TV?"

"No it was a christmas present to me by Zay. It's his old TV he bought before his new one which is like twice the size."

"Thats pretty... cool I guess," he said softly. "So, he's got a job?"

"He works during the summer at the cabinet building factory my mom works at. He does the actual building where my mom does the shiny coating. The smell of the stain and chemicals messed up her sense of smell."

A moment of quiet passed between them.

"Hey Zayra," Gerald said softly.

"Yeah," she asked.

"I dunno, I just like hearing your voice," he replied.

A heat washed over her face as she blushed, "You're so sweet Gerald." She pulled her feet up, tail wrapping over them. "So did you get grounded too?"

"Only a week, I'm not allowed to leave the house. It's a minor inconvenience considering most of my friends come my way anyway."

She smiled a little, "Your brother Jackson is kinda creepy."

"He was also kinda drunk... Mom and dad tore into him pretty good."

"How old is he?"

"Twenty four. The other guys with him are cousins, all born within a year or so of each other." He sighed a little, "It sure has been an eventful day huh?"

"Yeah... I just hope Zay doesn't fly off the handle about dad taking his stuff."

"Is it just me, or does your brother have a really bad temper issue?"

She laid on her back and looked at the ceiling, "It's a lot better than it use to be... Elementary was the worst. He was nearly expelled a few times."

"Because of kids that bullied you?"

"Not always, those were his worst times, but... kids would pick on him because he looked like me, and I'm a girl. That was before he started putting his hair up. When we were little it wasn't long enough. By fourth grade they were picking on him for having a mohawk. Sometimes the smallest thing would set him off the deep end and other times nothing could go wrong."

"Weird... Guess I really pissed him off.... Sorry you got in the middle of it."

"If I hadn't he'd have really hurt you... He's put people in the hospital."

"I've got teeth too," Gerald replied, sounding a little pouty.

She wiped her eyes as a small tear escaped, "Yeah but... Zay knows how to use em. And he's got enough fur and muscle it's like hitting a rock."

"Hitting a rock?"

She smiled, "It was back in middle school... I got stuck up in a tree and was too afraid to jump like he did. He said he'd catch me. When I landed on him it was like falling down on a half cushioned rock. Then we both hit the ground."

"So he was just as built in middle school? Damn..."

"It's just how he is, he loves working out, running, lifting, being built like a model... I mean he's got abbs."

"No way, really? Abbs?"

"Six pack, but his fur hides em really well so it's more feeling than seeing. They're more noticeable when his summer coat comes in."

"So you've... felt your brothers abbs?"

She blushed and rubbed her head a little, "Erm... S-sometimes we sleep together, it's not very often, but he erm... He sleeps on his back where I sleep on my side so... It just kinda... happens?"

"Soo.... While your brothers ass out you're like... touching his abbs?"

"Nothing that creepy," she demanded. "They're just kinda there."

Gerald chuckled, "So what color is his dick?"

She bit her lip, squirming a little as she remembered watching him in the bathroom. Holding his dark purple cock out as he took a leak. "I... I dunno..."

"But he's your twin brother right? Your guys's fur is the exact same coloration, right?"

"Well yeah but... I still haven't like... seen it or anything. It's not like I shower with him or walk in while he jerks off."

"So... What color is your pussy? Shouldn't he match?"

Her free hand lowered to cover the crotch of her jean shorts, "I uh..."

His voice softened, and she could almost hear him smiling, "Come on, you can't tell me you don't know what color your cunt is."

"P...Purple..."

"Like a lavender purple?"

"N...No it's..." She squirmed her legs over her paw, fingers gently tracing the fabric of her crotch. "It's a d-dark purple..."

"Thats pretty cool. Bet it'll look great with something red in there," he commented quietly.

A shudder of warmth raced through her, followed by a shiver of cold air. "G-Gerald..." Her voice barely made it a whimper.

"Am I turning you on Zayra?"

She whined, "Maybe..."

"Are you okay with that?"

Her teeth grazed her lip, a soft happy beat in her chest mixed with the fluttering of butterflies, "Y-yeah..."

"Zayra, dinner," Mary called lightly.

She flattened her ears, "I have to go eat dinner..."

"Okay, maybe... We could play later?"

"M-maybe..." She wiggled a little and sat up, "Bye Gerald..."

"Later Zayra... I love you."

She grinned brightly and made an excited squeak, "I love you too." She waited for him to hang up and stood, holding it and the warmth in her heart as she stepped from her room. Down the steps she bound and sat at the table in front of a plate of spaghetti. She was about to take a bite to eat with her parents when she turned and looked at the prepared plate beside her and empty seat. "He's... not home yet?"

Henry grumbled, pushing a meatball around.

She looked down at her plate, ears pricking as she heard a distant rumble. 'He should be home soon, storms always bring him home...'

After eating about half of her spaghetti she got up and looked out the living room windows, looking down the street in search of a black car. The faintest sprinkle already started.

Mary came up behind her, putting a paw on her shoulder, "Henry... He's not home yet."

"He's a big boy, he'll be fine."

Mary turned toward the kitchen, "Henry, you know he's terrified of thunder and lightening. If it's going to storm he needs to be home, or at least make sure he's somewhere safe." She picked up the house phone, dialing. She paced the living room a little, "Come on Zay pick up..."

Zayra noticed a car in the distance, ears pricking as her tail rose and wiggled, 'Please be Zay please be Zay...'

The black car drove past, being the wrong design.

Her eyes turned back to the corner. 'Please Zay... Come home...'

Zay was shuddering, whimpering and sobbing on the floor behind the front passenger seat, his body. Curled into the tiniest ball he could manage, head under the front seat. He was poorly parked in a small diner's parking lot. The glow of the lights shining through the windows.

The sound of the rain on his car did not drown out the rumbling thunder that sent icy chills up his spine. 'Zayra... Zayra help me... Please. I don't want to be alone.'

There was a flash of light he could see even through his crushed closed eyelids, and he cried and whined loudly at the crashing thunder after. He coughed and shivered, 'Zayra... I need you...'

His body burned with his fear, the burning dulled for only a moment before his blood froze. The icy burn warming him and the cycle started over. He whined, trying to remember his breathing exercises, but another rumble of thunder sent those thoughts far away. He cried aloud, coughing and shivering. 'I shouldn't have left home. I don't care how mad dad was. I should have stayed home!'

Another crack laced across the sky, sounding so close.

He shivered, heart racing, panting, feeling he was out of breath. 'I'm not gonna make it... I'm gonna die.' He let out another cry, wanting anyone nearby to help drown out the sound. His paws on his ears wasn't helping, the sound of his blood rushing in waves, the sound of his heart pounding sounded like more thunder.

There was a knock, it was soft but echoed in the safety of his car.

His head shifted, shakily lifting it free of the seat to look around. A darkened figure at the other window across from him. A soft feeling of hope lead him to start to crawl toward the door. 'I just have to unlock it, they'll ask me whats wrong. Just a little-'

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, lighting up the dark rolling clouds above the rain.

He let out a wail and kicked his feet back, stumbling over his tail and falling against the bottom of the door. Flailing at the boom that followed he tucked himself back away under the seat. He cried and shivered, paws over his ears. 'Zayra... Help me! I'm sorry I yelled at you, I'm sorry I was angry with you! Just help me!'

He could hear other voices around him, but they did nothing to drown out the rumbling and crackling lightning.

A light shined into the car, steady, clear, moving without fading. 'Zayra... Please, help me... I don't want to be alone!'

Trembling hours seemed to past, the constant come and go of voices and deafening thunder cracks. Another tap at his window, this time above him, with a voice.

"Are you hurt," It wasn't a voice he recognized.

He slowly went to pull his head free, but a rumble of thunder made him nose dive back under. His face was soaked, paws drenched. His fur was matted with sweat, trembling with whimpers. A roll of thunder shook his car a little and he let out a cry as if he'd been hit, coughing and struggling to breath, a fullness coming up his throat.

His mouth opened, gasping, eyes wild as his stomach emptied, the remains of his school lunch painting the ashy grey floor before him, puddling up around his jaw. The scent burned his nose and eyes, but he did not move from it. With another cough he vomited again. 'Zayra... Please Zayra.'

Zayra was pacing on all fours in front of the window, tail dragging. The lights had already flickered a little. 'He won't be on the road in this... He's gotta be somewhere. Maybe he went to a friends house? But they would have called us about his behavior by now... To tell us he's safe... He's not answering his phone so he's gotta be too far away from it to hear it... Or can hear it and it's too far to reach...'

The storm had been rumbling away for almost an hour, the flashing lightning lighting up the dark clouds that seemed to roll. 'He shouldn't have left... I should have tried to stop him.'

The house phone rang and Mary swept it up from beside Henry, who was now also a little worried. "Hello," she said shakily.

Zayras ears lifted, slipping closer to listen, staring up at Marys face.

"Is this the Reynolds household?"

"Yes," Mary answered hastily.

"I'm officer Vandez, there's a car parked at 'Joy's Diner' on Adri crossing-"

"Oh my god," Mary sighed in relief, "Is he inside the diner? Is he safe?"

"If you're referring to the person in the car, no. We can't really see them."

Zayra leaped up and grabbed the phone, "What is he doing? Is he hiding?"

The officer hesitated, "They're on the floor in the back seat, with their head under the front passenger seat. I've been told he looked up once, then screamed and hid again. He's been unresponsive since."

Mary stepped away and grabbed her purse off the kitchen table, tossing the car keys into Henry's lap. She took the phone from Zayras trembling paws, "He's our son, he suffers from Ceraunophobia. He's terrified of thunder and lightning. We're on our way now to get him." Without another word she hung up, tossed the phone on the recliner and was hurrying out the door. "Now Henry!"

He trotted behind her, closing the door, "I'm comin, I'm comin."

Zayra threw open the van door and bounced in, slamming it behind her. Her paws fumbling for the seat belt, tears down her face. 'It's okay, he's okay. He parked the car, he's not on the road. He's okay...' She put her paws up, breathing on her fingers as her lip trembled. 'I hope he's doing his breathing exercises. I know he struggles to remember them... At least he's hiding... Hopefully he's got his music in, that always helps.' She rose her eyes from her lap to look around. "Daaad hurry!"

"I can only go so fast in the rain Zayra," Henry snapped.

Zayra growled quietly and looked back out the window. Her body shivering, trembling a little from the cold rain on her fur. 'Zay... Please be okay.'

The drive seemed to take forever, Zayra whining as she constantly looked around, wondering when the diner would show up. Finally they drove up a small hill and around a corner into the parking lot.

A few people stood around the car, taking up two spaces easily with how badly it was parked. They held umbrellas over their heads, huddled together.

Before Henry could stop the car Zayra threw open the side door, bounding over the wet ground, splashing herself with water and slipping to run into the car door.

"Zayra, are you okay," Henry asked as he started to round the hood of the van.

She stood up on her hind legs, knocking on the window as she looked in, "Zay! Zay look up, I'm right here."

The interior was dark, but she could see the long blue stripe of his tail curled up and over him. She gripped the handle, pulling on it but it was locked. With her other paw she reached over and tried the other. "Damn it Zay get up!" She jumped at a crack of thunder overhead.

Bounding around the back of the car she slipped again and tried the other two doors, banging her sodden paw on the window. "Zay! Open the door, you have to!"

The form inside trembled and finally moved, a shaky paw lifting and weakly pulling at the lock.

"That's it Zay, just a little more," She encouraged.

It popped just as a rumble sounded behind her and he retreated back under the seat with a cry.

She threw open the door, the cold air making him stiffen, yanking himself free to back away from the now very unsafe spot. She tackled him to the seat, arms around his head, pressing him to her chest. Her tail wrapped around his, pulling it up to safety as Mary shut the door, letting Zayra take the brute of his emotions.

She breathed, looking down at Zays head, his flattened ears, messed up mohawk. "It's okay Zay, I'm here."

He whimpered, paws wrapping around her, claws digging into her shirt, "Zayra..."

She shifted a little, paw patting his pockets, smelling his heavy sweat of fear. A pungent odor of vomit and the strangeness of urine. "It's okay, we'll take you home. Where are your keys?"

"I dunno," his voice cracked as he shuttered, "I wanna go home."

She hushed him lightly, "Soon, we'll be home soon." She pulled away a little, then reached toward the front seats.

His paws firm on her back, holding her still against him.

"Zay... You gotta let me up, I gotta find your keys."

"I'm sc-yip!" Another crack of thunder made him roll, pinning her to the floor behind the seat.

She squirmed, trying to wiggle the frightened almost two hundred pounds of muscled male off her. "Zay, get up. I can't-uff!"

He coiled around her, shuddering as another blinding flash of lightning rolled overhead, a warmth on her legs. Their tails smacking the door and it popped the lock down.

"Z-zay, I just..." She gripped his sweat heavy shirt, trying to push him to no avail. Laying back she sighed, petting over his ears as he hid againsts her breasts. Holding him she turned her head and saw his keys on the floor on the other side of the seat. Shifting she freed an arm, leaning against the back of the seat as she pawed around, claws tinking on the keys. Pressing her face to the seat she grabbed them, pulling them closer and finding his remote to unlock the car, hitting it twice so it beeped.

Henry opened the car door and grabbed the keys, sitting down and closing the door behind him.

Zay breathed quickly, shuttering some more.

"Alright, on our way home," Henry said.

She hushed Zay lightly, "It's okay, I'm right here Zay. I'm right here..." Her paws petting over his long quivering ears, feeling his warm tears on her chest, her right hand over his eyes.

His body shook, paws gripping her shirt, vomit wet mouth rubbing against her shirt covered breasts. "Are we there yet?"

She smiled and then giggled a little, "Not yet, but mom made spaghetti for dinner. Does that sound good?"

"K-kinda..."

She put her mouth to his head, "Shhh, you're okay. You're safe." She squirmed a little, "Zay, roll over, you're kinda crushing me."

"S-sorry," he whimpered, and slowly started to roll over. Whimpering some more.

She sat up to complete the roll, straddling his hips awkwardly and hugging him softly, stroking his face a little. "Thats better, isn't it?" She blushed faintly, her brothers snout pressed to her breasts firmly.

He still held his claws in her back, pulling her to half smother himself in her chest. The faintest thought of arousal before another crash of thunder sent the thought flying away.

"Dad, turn on his radio," She said.

With a tap the music came on, a little quiet, but dulled the booming.

"Turn it up some."

The music cranked up, better drowning out the storm. She kept her nose near his ear to speak to him softly, "How's that Zay? Feelin better?"

"Y-yeah..." He held her tighter, coughing into her shirt, sniffling and sobbing, "I'm sorry I yelled a-at you..."

"It's okay Zay, just relax, we'll talk about it later okay? Just do your breathing exercises, I'm not going anywhere." She kissed his head softly, "I'm right here."

He still coughed and sniffled, panting labored and weak. His chest suddenly retreated, and a wet warmth landed between her breasts.

"Oh... Zay," She sat up a little, turning his head as he puked again almost squarely into her paw. Biting her lip to keep from being disgusted, dumping the hot liquid to the carpeted floor and wiping it on her shirt a little that was already soiled.

He coughed and hacked, throwing up again.

"What happened," Henry asked.

"Nothing dad, just keep driving," she pet his face softly, wiping a little around his mouth. "You're okay, it's just nerves. We'll be home soon, and you can be comfortable again. Get you all cleaned up and in your jammies, and we can curl up in my room and watch a movie."

He shivered, paws trembling on her shirt. "I'm s-so-sorry..."

She stroked his face with her clean hand, "Shh, it's okay, no big deal. Just do your breathing exercises, come on Zay." She closed her mouth, taking a deep breath through her nose and letting it out, breathing near his ear.

After a few times he did the same, his death grip on her shirt lightening up.

Henry looked over his shoulder as he backed up, the rain stopping as he pulled into the two car garage.

The giant door closed, muffling the storm outside.

"See? Home safe and sound," she said softly.

Mary opened the door slowly, "Zay honey... Oh my. Zayra are you okay?"

She looked up a little, "I'm fine mom... It'll wash." She sat up, "Come on Zay, let's get you upstairs and into the shower. A nice hot shower will help you relax."

Zay slowly sat up, following her out of the car but his hind legs failed him and he dropped to all fours, crawling a step and stumbling over his tail as it came up between his legs.

She walked beside him, using her tail to gently direct him to follow, "Come on Zay, this way." Slowly he made it through the house, up the steps and into the bathroom. She shut the door softly, sighing as she slowly turned. 'He's never been this bad before. I'm covered in puke and piss... I need a shower as much as he does.' She turned and slowly helped him to his feet, his legs still visibly shaky, tail tucked.

'He needs out of these clothes, he reeks...' Softly her paws lowered and grabbed the base of his shirt. 'I'm his sister though right? I should be able to do it... Someone's gotta help him take off these clothes. I mean... I remember when he had to help me unbutton my pants one day at the park when we were kits...' She took another breath and lifted his shirt, "Come on Zay, let's get you out of these clothes."

His arms stiffly rose and let her slip the vomit and sweat soaked cloth over his head. A rumble making him drop his arms and hug her tightly with a whimper.

She hushed him softly, "It's okay Zay. We're inside, and safe. We're gonna take a shower and then watch a movie and go to bed." Her paws gently undid his belt, 'God this is dirty... He's my brother. Vomit and piss covered or not...'

A knock fell on the door, "Zayra? Do you need help with him?"

"N-no mom, we're fine, I'm just gonna get him in the shower," she turned back to him and bit her lip, closing her eyes. His body trembling around her. The button slowly slipped loose and she sighed, pulling down the zipper. 'Just... don't look down.' She gently pushed at his jeans, feeling them fall from her grip and hit the floor by her feet.

Slowly she rose her paws again, touching his boxers. Slowly she pushed them down, until they fell from her hands. 'Oh god... He's naked...' She closed her eyes, "G-Get in the... S-shower Zay... I'll be um... Right outside."

"Okay," he croaked, arms resistantly releasing her as she stepped away.

He weakly crawled into the tub and pulled the curtain.

Glancing back she heard the water start, picking up his soaked clothes, "I'll uh... b-bring you some clean clothes."

"Th-thanks sis..."

She stepped out into the hall, walking down the steps and then down into the laundry room. Mary stepping to the top of the stairs, "How is he?"

"Better, still pretty nervous, I b-better get back to him... I've never seen him this bad before mom."

"Us either honey, but he's got you... For now. I hope any girl he gets with can understand him and his needs like you can."

"Mary, I'm off to bed," Henry said.

"Okay honey, I'll be up in a little bit," She called back. Then looked back down at Zayra, "Are you gonna be okay taking care of him? I know we'd just kinda be in the way..."

"Yeah, we'll be fine mom," she replied softly. "I'm just gonna put our clothes in the wash, and put in a movie once he's out so he can calm down."

"If you can, get him to eat a little something? Looks like he threw up quite a bit."

She looked down at her shirt, "Uh... Yeah... Maybe dad should build another bathroom in the house..."

"We'll keep it in mind," She replied and stepped away.

Zayra was shifting his jeans around, pulling the cloth belt free but decided to toss it in as well. His phone and wallet bore a scent to them, but would require different cleaning. She was about to throw in his boxers when a the smell of his urine passed her nose. Biting her lip she remembered watching him go to the bathroom, stroking himself a little. The sound of the piss hitting the water.

'I wonder if... He was imagining peeing on those girls he was looking at.' Her legs squirmed a little. Then she tossed the cloth in the washer and stripped her top shirt and shorts, pulling her undershirt down over her underwear. 'I'll start the washer after my shower. I should get Zay clothes...'

Back up the stairs she went, digging lightly through his drawers for his boxers and snatching up his sleep shorts. She knocked on the bathroom door lightly before opening it a little, "Zay?"

He dropped the towel to cover himself a little, ears back.

"S-sorry," she stammered, holding his clothes out through the crack.

He took them gently and there was a rustling of cloth before he pulled open the door. His eyes looked over her barely dressed form, ears slowly falling back. "I... uh..." A rumble of thunder interrupted him, clasping his paws as a few tears fell down his face.

She stepped toward him and nosed his face, gently grasping his hand, "Come on, in my room." She lead him into her room and sat him on her bed. Turning she put a movie in her DVD player and gathered clothes for herself. "I'll be back in just a little Zay okay?"

He nodded a little, paws on his lap as he breathed through his nose.

She trotted to the shower and took off her wet shirt and bra, tossing it down on Zays wet towel. Paws on her hips she was about to shimmy out of her underwear when she looked down. The crotch of her underwear were wet from where her jeans had soaked up the piss and it bled over her crotch. Just enough to leave a wet spot.

Glancing around as if the walls might be watching, she shifted a paw to her front and rubbed the wet, male scented spot to her heat. Her legs shuttered, the rough fabric grinding against her bud. Picking up the pace she bit her lip to muffle a whimper of pleasure, gasping a breath as her legs quivered, heat twitching joyfully as her climax juices joined and mixed the already present wet spot.

Half disgusted with herself she wiggled the cloth off her hips and kicked them away, running the water for her hot shower.

Once in she lathered herself up with shampoo, greedily borrowing Marys 'Extra strength' shampoo that smelt greatly of fruit. She was rinsing when her hand fell to her heat again. Flashing images in her head of Zay bursting in and bending her over to take her right in the shower.

Knowing he was still focused on the movie, she put her hand on the back wall of the shower and bent over. She attempted fruitlessly to imagine Zay as Gerald, but it only worked for a little while. The heavy musk of a fresh clean Zay hung in the air, the softest scent of her urine soaked underwear.

Her fingers delved into her soaked hole, the water seeming dry around her. She slipped two fingers in, moaning into her lip quietly. Her body rocked with imaginary thrusts, gaining strength as the brown coyote became a colorful fox. 'Oh god Zay... Please don't hate me for this...' She pressed her face to the tile of the wall, whimpering as she shoved a third finger in, closing her eyes.

Zay was behind her, his large paws on her hips, thrusting hard into her, a foot up on the side of the tub. 'You love this don't you? Such a dirty slut.'

She let out a cry, moaning against the wall, 'Yes, yes Zay...'

He leaned over her, licking her neck and gripping her scruff in his teeth, thrusting needily into her hole. His heavy growl sending a shudder through her soaked body. 'Such a good slut.'

Her knees shook, crumpling to the bottom of the tub, butt in the air as Zay continued using her.

Back in reality her fingers delved knuckle deep, squelching her gaping hole that started to fill with water before it was dumped out from her inner walls clamping. She whimpered and let out only the tiniest of moans to keep from being discovered, crumpled up on the floor of the tub.

Zay angled himself over her, patting his knot on her folds, 'You like being pissed on don't you? You like it when big bro marks his territory?'

'Yes,' she cried mentally. 'Please Zay... I want it!' Opening her eyes she used her fingers to stretch and gape her hole, feeling the hot water from the shower pour into her heat, climaxing all the while. Once her orgasim was over, she laid there, holding her slit open so her hole filled with water before moving to sit up.

Her hole squelched and gushed water onto her paw, twitching happily as she breathed in satisfaction. After a quick rinse she dressed in her sleep clothes, and wrapped her dirty clothes in both soaked towels to take downstairs. In the laundry room she was readying the washer when the guilt hit her.

'I can't believe I came to my own brother... Pissing in me of all things. God I hope Zay never finds out about that. Any of it. I mean... I know we kissed but, it was just a kiss.' She started the washer and made some popcorn, getting a big cup of water and ice. Up in her room she set the two things on the nightstand, setting his phone and wallet by her phone.

He was nowhere to be seen.

She dismissed herself to his room to grab his phone charger, plugging it in with hers and making sure both phones were charging. With a quick look around she got down on the floor and looked under the bed, "Zay?"

He was there, curled up in a ball under her low bed, "Yeah?"

"I made some popcorn, you should eat something before we go to bed."

"Your window is open..."

She looked up at her window, sprinkled with rain, and dark rolling clouds, "Oh, sorry." She got up and shut her blinds, "There, all better."

He peeked out and slowly crawled free, up onto her bed where he slid under the covers. Wrapping himself up he sat down beside her and looked up at the TV.

Zayra yawned and sat down on her bed, rubbing her eyes, 'Boy... No wonder people hate Mondays. Hopefully tomorrow is so much less eventful. But it is the rainy season, so he might skip if he could get away with it. Make up his detentions later.'

Warmth wrapped around her and his nose nuzzled into her neck, "I'm sorry I'm so needy like this..."

"It's okay Zay, you're not yourself during storms," She leaned back against his hard chest. Her paw lifted with a kernel of popcorn, "Eat something."

His ears lifted a little and his purple tongue stuck out, sticking to the dry kernel and pulling it away.

They sat quietly, Zay eating the majority of the popcorn and gulping down water. After the movie Zayra shut off the TV and lights, crawling into her bed and feeling Zay pull her close.

Rolling a little she put her arms around his neck, holding his face to her own neck. Feeling his strong arms wrap around her ribs and stomach. Their tails twisting together, feeling one of his legs slip between hers, letting her ankles trap it. Her mouth met his head, purring into his damp tuft.

He rubbed his face against her breasts, pressing himself deeper, "I love you Zayra."

"I love you too Zay," she replied, blushing lightly.

After a few minutes he shifted and rose his nose, licking up her neck gently. His left paw trailing down her side and then up under her shirt along her back. "My precious sister..."

She opened her eyes a little, "Zay go to sleep already, it's past midnight... And we have to catch the bus tomorrow..."

He wiggled and laid his head above hers, pulling her to rest her snout on his neck. "I know... If I go tomorrow at all."

She put her paws to his hard chest, yawning widely, "But I'm tired..."

He pulled the blanket higher over them, and yawned against her hair, "I think most of the storm is over... I haven't heard any thunder in a while."

She shifted her hips, "Good..."

He licked her ear, then laid his head down against her tuft, "Goodnight sis..."

"G'night," she breathed.