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Zayra stood in the hall as the bathroom door shut, grumbling and whining. She had already played in the shower to relieve some tension, but now her ache was pure arousal. With a huff she retreated to her room to lay out on her bed. Her paws slowly glancing along her shorts as she squirmed her legs. 'That asshole... I bet he's loving the idea of me being turned on by his scent...' She bit her lip as her fingers bore into her shorts, 'That hot needy musk...'

Her hand fell away and she pouted, 'Jerk...' Rolling to her side she huffed again, eager, yet unwilling. Slowly her paw rose and she started rubbing her heat through her shorts. Biting her lip she could feel excitement start to swell in her stomach. She was just about to slide the cloth aside when her phone went off.

With a sigh her paw fumbled for the cellphone and she smiled brightly.

"<Hey babe, was wondering what you were up to,>" Gerald texted.

"<Nothing much, sitting around, being lazy. What are you up to?>"

"<Just finished my homework, math sucks.>"

She giggled through the muzzle, tail swishing along the sheets as she pulled her knees up. "<Right? The alphabet belongs in my soup not in my equations.>" Her ears perked as she noticed the bathroom door open and Zay padded down the hall into his room. She got up and gently shut her door, sitting down on her bed again with a sigh through her nose.

He pushed her door open, hanging on her door frame, "Hey Zayra."

She squeaked and fumbled her phone around till she held it tightly. Muffling a demanding 'what' through the muzzle.

"Movie?"

She perked her ears then sighed, slumping her shoulders and nodding. 'Guess we normally do... And with him not having his TV anymore he'll wanna watch it in here.'

He walked in, movie already in hand as he approached her TV. He popped it in and crawled into her bed, laying down and wiggling his tail happily. Resting an elbow on her pillow, left paw on her sheets. "Come lay down sis, you look tired."

She flopped on her side in front of him, glancing back as she noticed he scooted closer and spooned against her back. Shirtless and clean, but there was still the faintest musk, the slightest hint of grape. A shudder raced through her as she felt his arm fall over her ribs.

About mid way through the movie her phone rang.

She sat up and looked at it, 'Gerald?! Crap, and I'm still in the muzzle.' She went to mess with the buckle but a large paw gripped her phone. The black clawed paw dwarfing her own and slipping her phone free.

"Don't worry sis, I'll handle it," he said. He wrapped his right arm around her torso as she rolled to try and take the phone back, reaching as he answered it. "Hey Gerald."

She whimpered, ears back but she could still hear.

"Zay? What are you doing on Zayras phone," He growled.

"She's a little... tied up," he stated. Then he sat up and rolled, pinning her under him as he lightly sat on her stomach to keep her from sitting up.

"I wanna talk to Zayra, put her on the phone."

Zay tisked him lightly, "Sorry 'G' man, but she can't." He smiled down at her, "Big bro says no."

She could feel tears welling in her eyes, a soft whimper escaping through the muzzle. 'Zay... Please he's still my boyfriend.' Her paws rose to try and get the muzzle off.

He gripped her hands in one paw, lifting the phone from his face, "You leave it alone or it stays on longer."

She whined and put her paws on her chest.

"Put Zayra on the phone Zay," Gerald growled.

Zay tilted his head, returning the phone to his ear, "How about... No." His tail wiggled lightly against hers, "Like I said Gerald, she's a little tied up."

With another whimper she rose her hands and pressed her palms together, pleading with a whine. 'Please Zay, he's my boyfriend, lemme talk to him!'

"You really wanna talk to him that badly?"

She nodded, blinking her big cherry red eyes up at him.

He seemed to be mauling the thought and he leaned over her, phone on her pillow. Using a finger he tapped the screen and the phone bleeped, ending the call. "You wanna call him back?"

Zayra could almost feel her brain rattle with her nod.

"Still don't know why you bother with that low life... You deserve better... But if you really wanna waste your time on him, and take your muzzle off for the call..." A smirk crossed his lips, eyes staring deep into hers. "I want a kiss."

'A kiss,' she thought quizzily. Then her eyes widened, ears flattening as heat flushed over her face. 'Like before!? Like when he was giving me my heat suppressant?!'

He shifted down to put their noses together, still smiling, "Is that a no? That's fine, I'll just leave you in your muzzle."

The phone by her head rang, and she glanced over to see the ID name. 'He called back? Oh no... Zay please!' She turned back to him, whining and sniffling a little. Then she nodded, 'Just a kiss, then I'm all Geralds again.'

Zay undid the buckle and slipped the muzzle from over her nose. He lowered himself, the heavy scent of his arousal flooding over her like water.

She pecked his lips and reached for the phone.

His paw was closer, shoving the phone off the bed and onto the floor with a thud, "What was that? You call that a kiss?" His paws grabbed hers and pushed her to the bed.

"You said 'a kiss' not what kind of kiss," she demanded.

He frowned, ears flattening, "Yer lucky I don't make you give me a polish kiss for that..."

Her head tilted as she blinked, "A what?"

"Never mind," he stated coldly. He perked his ears as the phone quieted, "Oops... Guess you better get on with that kiss."

She squirmed and pulled at her hands, "Zay that's not fair! You know I'm dating someone, kissing you is cheating!"

He growled, silencing her as she flinched, "And he's not making out with girls at school? It's one kiss, versus his dozen or more."

Her mind blanked a little and she turned away, an ache in her chest. 'But he loves me... He's calling me.'

The phone was ringing again.

"You wanna talk to your shitstain boyfriend or not?"

"Yes..."

Zay snorted, "I'm just askin for a kiss."

She turned to him, "You're my brother, shouldn't you be all 'gross girl cooties'. We're siblings!"

"Don't yell at me," he grumbled, narrowing his eyes. "And you wanted it before, you pretty much begged for it."

She growled and turned away again, tears burning her eyes, "That was before... You pressured me into it. I don't like it."

Zays ears tipped back and from the corner of her eye she could see his lip tremble a little.

'That tremble... I hurt him?' The pain in her chest sunk into her gut, making her stomach upset. A swelling pain forming in her chest like she'd been stabbed by some phantom knife. She turned to him and looked up at him, his matching cherry eyes were starting to glisten, but still looked like he wanted to say something. "F-fine Zay I'll-"

"Nevermind," he got off her and stalked across her room to the door.

She sat up and watched him, "Zay? But I thought you-"

He whirled and snarled, "I said nevermind moron! Talk to your lousy boyfriend who treats you like a cheap whore!" He slammed her door and then his own.

'W-whore,' she thought to herself. 'But I'm not a whore, I'm still a virgin.' She pulled her knees up and hugged herself as tears spilled over her cheeks.

The phone on the floor rung again and she got up, picking it off the floor and answering it, "Hey Gerald."

"Your brothers a dick," he grumbled.

She sat on her bed heavily, her free paw in her lap and she let out a breath, "Yeah..."

"You okay babe?"

"Yeah I'm fine," she said softly, using a paw to wipe tears away. "I just wanna hear your voice..." She laid down on her bed with a sniff.

"Just my voice? Never thought my voice was that attractive."

Rolling she faced the wall, feeling a little better just having his attention. "How was school?"

"It was alright I guess," he replied, then went into talking about his day. Anything interesting he had found in school.

As he spoke she found herself slowly becoming sleepy, relaxing, purring and pulling her legs up to curl around her phone she put on speaker.

"Zayra?"

"Hmm," she mused gently.

"You're awfully quiet, am I boring you?"

A smile crossed her soft lips and she felt herself wanting to drift off, "No. I'm just tired... Hearing you helps me relax, so I'm all-" she yawned widely, "... Sleepy..."

He softly laughed on the other end of the phone, "You're so cute Zayra."

Her tail wiggled and thumped the bed gently, "I love you Gerald."

He breathed gently, "I love you too Zayra. Don't you ever forget that."

Zay was laying in his bed, he could hear Mary downstairs getting dinner around, Zayra had fallen quiet hours ago. He sniffed and kept trying to keep his upper lip stiff, 'I hurt her... I forced her. She doesn't like it and I pushed her into it.' He pulled his blanket up over his head and hugged himself, tail wrapping over his feet into his hands, 'My sister... I want her so badly and I'm still just pushing her away. Then I said she was a cheap whore. God I say stupid shit when I'm mad.'

Rolling to face his wall he pulled on the sheet, grumbling and letting out a sad sigh. 'I'm not even hungry to stress eat... I just wanna sleep.'

For hours he laid around and kept his eyes shut, refusing to move to eat as he laid in misery. 'All I want is her. I want to be the reason she smiles, to be the one who's going to kiss all the bad things away. I want to protect her, but I can't even stop myself from hurting her. I want her so damn badly!' He coughed as a sob started to kick in, but he curled up tighter and gripped his tail, using it to muffle himself.

At some point he'd fallen asleep, waking up to his cell going off for his morning alarm. He got up and tapped it, sitting on the edge of his bed and looking down at his paws. With a breath he picked at them. His body felt heavy, weak and useless.

Zayra walked out of her room, clothes in hand as she paused.

He looked over, not remembering his door being open but it was. His ears lifted, half hopeful but then fell again and he looked away from her barely clothed body. Half ashamed and embarrassed.

After his shower he dressed in dark baggy jeans and pulled on his belt. Once it was buckled he pulled his shirt over his head and pulled the bottom hem to make sure it fell over his belt. He didn't care the first half inch or so of his blue plad boxers hung out because of how low his pants held. Picking up his hair gel he noticed he was getting low. 'Gonna have to get more this weekend.' He took a decent glob of it and rubbed it into his tuft to soak it well before taking a comb and brushing it up to stand on end, working it back over his head to help it blend into his mane on his neck. Washing the comb of any residue he stared at the running water, paws working over the comb.

He sighed and put his comb in the drawer by the toilet, checking his mohawk was straight and neat before nodding to himself and walking out. In his room he snatched up his phone and shoved it in his front right pocket, his earbuds in his front left. His hand then shoved his wallet in his back left before clipping the chain on his front left belt loop. With a quick glance around he picked up a bottle of cologne and gently spritzed himself before walking down for breakfast.

At the table he sat beside Zayra, stirring his oatmeal a little before adding brown sugar and a little butter to it. He was afraid to look over at her, in case he'd meet her gaze by accident. His gut wrenching a little with every gulp of warm oatmeal. 'I just want her close... God why do I hurt so damn much.'

"Zay," Henry asked.

"What," Zay replied, not lifting his eyes from his breakfast. What ever mood he'd been in was quickly turning to anger.

"You alright," Mary asked gently, putting a hand on Henry's arm and looking across the table. "You don't seem... well. You've barely eaten at all."

He tossed his spoon in his bowl, "I'm not hungry." He got up and went to his room, snatching up his backpack from by his door and stalking out to the car. He tossed his bag in the back seat and plopped into the driver's seat. With his paws on his face he leaned back, feeling his lips tremble as tears burned his eyes, 'Why do I keep making mistakes. Why do I have to be attracted to my sister!? The one person I've wanted this badly and it's my sister! That special something and every attempt to grab it and keep it chases it further away!'

The passenger door opened and Zayra sat down, putting her bag by her feet and tucking her tail down before shutting the door. Her paw reaching back and pulling the seat belt over to buckle. She still sat quietly, wearing a plain grey shirt, and a black tank showing out the bottom. She was wearing light blue short shorts, just barely long enough for dress code.

He buckled and turned on the car, slowly backing out of the drive. Down the street the car interior was quiet, just their breathing and the hum of the engine. He bit the inside of his lip, wanting to say something, anything to fill the empty silence. Finally he tapped the stereo and put on some music. Though the silence was filled it felt like an ocean was sitting between them.

A paw fell on his arm and he jumped, looking at her hand and over at her. "Zay, you slowed down..."

He looked at his speedometer and sighed, touching the gas heavier to up the speed. "Sorry," he whispered, still biting his inner lip as the emptiness seemed to be swelling and filling him with more. He could feel his lower lip tremble, tears stinging his eyes as his vision blurred, "Sorry..."

"Zay," her paw gripped his arm tightly. "Zay!"

His eyes rose and he hit the break just before rear ending a car, eyes wide as he breathed. Swallowing saliva as he whimpered, "I'm sorry..."

"Zay, pull over before we get hurt," she said.

He flipped on his turn signal, slipping into the turn lane and pulling into a giant store parking lot. He drove to the back of the parking lot, where there were almost no cars, but away from the road. As the car stopped he felt tears spill over his cheeks. His hands lifting to wipe the tears away before she could see them. "I'm s-sorry..."

She unbuckled and reached over, putting the car in park. "What's gotten into you? You've never been like this. This isn't like you at all."

"I don't know, I just... I'm sorry," he sniffled and couldn't stop the tears, the wrenching emptiness, the fear of being alone. Images of Zayra marrying Gerald, beaten bruised, sitting in a dirty living room while Gerald was in another room having sex. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry!"

Her paws grabbed his arm, "Zay, stop, we're alright."

"No we're not," he shouted, "You're letting him walk all over you and it makes me sick! How long will you let him get away with it Zayra? You've seen him kiss other girls, you have picture proof of it and you've heard of him having sex with others, and you act like it's nothing. He's walking all over you like you're trash and you allow it!"

"Again about Gerald?! It's none of your business Zay, I don't know why me dating someone and being serious-"

"Serious?! Really? It's been almost a month, congratu-fucking-lations you might get a one month anniversary at last! But as far as he's concerned you don't mean shit to him!" He threw off his belt and turned, "You let him get you so goddamn depressed I can't even ignore it, you know that's bad and it's like it doesn't matter. He's got seven girls to dote over, you're number eight.

'Stop being so goddamn delirious. He doesn't love you, if he did he wouldn't kiss or fuck other girls. We wouldn't have gotten into a fight and sent to detention together! Or glaring at each other in the hall after every class. He would always answer your text messages, and hunt you down to sit with you at lunch. You would always know where he was because he would tell you!"

Her ears her back, tears pouring down her face, sniffling and making little gasps as she tried to breathe. "B... b-but he..."

"He doesn't love you, he just loves to hurt you because he wants to hurt me. He wants to make you miserable, he doesn't care! You can't trust him!"

She threw open her door, skirting across the parking lot on all fours as she sobbed and cried.

"Zayra?!"

He opened his door and stood, looking as she ran between cars and nearly slammed into a cart as someone came out the door. 'Zayra...' he fell back into his seat. 'I'm sorry...'

Zayra was curled up in the quiet clothing isles, it was still early so not many were around. She'd tucked herself under the round rack in the middle, using her tail to cover herself and hide better. Shaking and sniffling under her tail her tail she was muffled, quieted and undisruptive. Everyone around her oblivious of her presence.

'I know he made a few mistakes... But he says the girls are just friends, they don't mean anything to him, at the end of the day I'm the important one... right?' She wasn't sure if at some point she'd fallen asleep, but she pulled out her phone. 'Crap... It's almost eleven, we missed so much class today... Almost not worth going at all.'

She swallowed a lump in her throat, rubbing her face on her tail as she took a ragged breath. 'I don't understand why he cares so much, why can't I just make my own mistakes.' Scrolling through her phone she noticed Gerald hadn't messaged her at all. No questions as to why she hadn't been at school yet. 'M-maybe he's just busy...' Her head fell against her tail, her thumb scrolling through their lovey dovey texts, a faint smile at every 'I love you' but it faded at every string of one way messages. Scrolling on she felt her ears flatten, an an ache form in her chest.

'<Whos the lab girl you were kissing?>'

'<She's just a friend, hun, no one near as important as you.>'

Something inside her broke. A decorative red and white vase, sitting neatly on a little table until it was bumped. The vace tipping, and as if it was in slow motion it wobbled and fell. Hitting the ground and crumbling. Pieces of red and white material lying about on an open dark floor.

Scrolling through her messages again every 'I love you' became a foot that crushed the already broken shards. Every 'Goodnight' a stomp. Every 'Good morning' another foot. Every 'I miss you' was like someone leaping to stop and bang around the mess of rubble. 'He was right...'

Someone pet her face.

Lifting her eyes from her phone she peered into his eyes, the cherry red irises that glowed with an odd internal light. The soft sweetness that seemed so familiar, but so much deeper. It drew her in, and sent fuzzy cotton feelings to fill her empty chest that felt it had crumbled into her gut like sharp stones. His own eyes were irritated from crying, cheek fur damp. His throat shifting as he swallowed a little.

Her hands dropped her phone and reached for him, holding his face in her hands. Her thumbs brushed along his strong jawline, feeling his cheek bones under his soft fur. A sniffle rattled out of her, "If I can't trust him... Who can I trust?"

He half smiled, shifting closer as he pet over her cheek, "You know you always have me."

"But... You're my brother," she whimpered.

"Yeah, but you know me better than anyone else in this world," he stated softly. "I know you aren't happy with Gerald, you think you are when things are alright, but in the big picture..."

"I'm really n-not..." She admitted softly. "It hurts Zay... To see it, to know it's there but put on a brave face. I wanted t-to... To prove I could be on my own."

"You don't have to be on your own... You weren't born alone, you will always have me."

She sniffled and slipped closer, shifting her tail away as she nestled into his arms, gripping his shirt as she coughed, "I just... I thought... Just maybe..."

He hushed her lightly, petting over her back and head, "You wanted to prove you could do it. That people thought wrong of him. That it could work and he could change."

She sniffled and rubbed her face against his chest, "Z-zay... I wanna go home."

He kissed her head, "How about we go get a milkshake? Then head to school. If we don't show up at all mom and dad will be pretty mad. And I still have detention today."

She looked up at him, "I c-could go for a m-milksh-shake..."

He pet her cheek, "I bet you could." He slowly sat up and stood, brushing himself off a little and putting out his hand, "Come on sis."

She sat up and put her paw in his, feeling him lift her to her feet. Her legs wobbled and she held onto him. "M-my legs are weak..."

"It's okay sis," he put an arm around her back, taking her hand and letting her lean on him. "We'll stop for a milkshake on the way to school."

She gripped his shirt and hugged at his chest. Her ears staying back as they walked past people who kind of stared at them, or took second glances.

Out in the parking lot she looked up at him, "Zay...?"

"Yeah sis?"

"Would it be faster if you carried me?"

"Probably... Piggy back," he asked turning toward her.

She smiled a little and nodded, watching him turn his back to her. "I er... hope I'm not too heavy..." She put her arms around his neck as he kneeled down.

"Zayra you're not gonna be too heavy, just get on already," he said softly.

She pressed her chest to his upper back, paws down on his chest to hang as he stood. Her legs lifting to wrap around his hips, feeling his large paws grope her thighs and pull her up as he stood straight and continued walking.

"See? Yer fine," he stated. "You're maybe a hundred and forty pounds."

She set her chin on his shoulder, leaning on his neck, "Is that good or bad?"

"It's decent," he said gently. "You're within healthy range." His ears tilted, "Well, for someone of your age, gender and height."

"What's your 'healthy range'?"

"Ehhh, about one sixty, for my height, but I'm closer to two hundred because of muscle mass. Muscle weighs more."

"And you don't feel fat?"

"Only if I eat too much," he joked gently. "I feel fine, and I've still got my six pack, that's all I'm worried about."

Her paws gripped at his shirt, "Do... Do girls ever like... just randomly touch you? To feel em?"

"Sure, lots of girls wanna give me a hug or come up beside me just to run their hands over 'em. I don't mind much, except when I'm dating but then I've usually got both arms around her so nobody gets the chance."

"So... You don't cheat on your girlfriends? Even though you could because of how many girls there are in school that wanna be with you?"

He sighed, "I've done my fair share of cheating, and karma got back at me with girlfriends that cheated on me. I haven't cheated on anyone since the cheating girlfriends started. Got a taste of my own medicine... Nasty stuff too."

Her tail shifted around his, "But... Didn't you say you were in an 'open' relationship? What is that?"

"Eh, that relationship was weird but nice. Basically I got to bang two girls whenever I wanted to, but also got to bang others with both girls permission. And they in turn, got to bang other guys with my permission. It was fine for a while but then the girls started having relationship issues and were trying to make me pick a side..."

"What did you do?"

"I told em I wasn't gonna pick sides, and if they wanted me back they could call me when they stabilized their relationship again."

"So... Did they?"

"Yeah, turns out the unsettlement in their relationship was the 'open' part. Once they closed off their relationship to only allow the occasional guy they shared things turned out fine."

"How many times have you had sex," she asked quietly.

His head turned a little to glance back toward her, "Why do you ask?"

Her shoulders rose and fell, "Dunno, just curious."

Zay mulled the question a little before sighing, "Probably more than I should have for my age..."

"How many virginities have you taken?"

"That's an oddly specific question Zayra," he commented. "I dunno, most girls never mentioned if it was their first time or not. Maybe three that I know of for sure."

"Are you friends with them still," she mumbled quietly.

"You know the weasle girl at church? Madeline?"

"The altar girl?"

He nodded, "Yeah that one. I took her card. Right before church."

"Thats gross Zay," she huffed.

He snickered, "Sinful is the term Madeline prefers. She's about as christian as me. She's only an altar girl because her parents wanted her to be. I've had sex with her in four different rooms in the church."

"What rooms?"

"Gonna turn me in Mrs. Detective?"

She nuzzled into his neck, holding his shirt, "No, I'm just curious."

He smirked and gently unlocked the car, "Why so curious?"

"Girls at school said having their V-card broken hurts... And anyone who's a virgin in high school is... Lame."

He laughed aloud, "That does not make you lame Zayra. It's just peer pressure to make girls who can't keep their legs closed feel better." He opened the passenger door and let her slip down and sit.

She sat quietly as he walked around and slipped into the driver's seat. Once their seat belts were on he started the car and started driving out of the parking lot. She kept her paws in her lap, looking down at them as a feeling of guilt washed over her. 'We're gonna be so late to school because of this. Because of me... And I don't even know what his problem was this morning.' Her ears flattened as she looked out the window, watching other cars flash by. 'He was pretty upset after I refused to kiss him... Could that be it? He's frustrated I didn't do what he asked?'

They stopped at a fast food place and ordered a large vanilla frosty. Zayra holding it in her paws as he drove, sipping on it a little before occasionally holding it out in front of him letting him take a drink hands free. There was a soft awkwardness to it, but it put a soft cotton feeling in her chest and a fluttering in her stomach.

In the school parking lot they got out and were walking with their bags on their back side by side. Her hands itched, twitching and longing to hold his hand. Hesitantly she reached for his paw, slipping her fingers over his paw pad gripping his hand.

He looked down at her, ears up, blinking his eyes but then a soft smile crossed his lips and he held her paw in return. He lead her into the school, stopping at the front desk and lowered his ears.

The elderly human printed two paper tickets, "Fifth period just started."

They each took one and started through the main room, taking a left at a halfway hall just outside the main gym where Zayras class was.

His hand started to slip free, "I guess I'll see you later sis..."

'Should I do it? Will he hate me? Will we get in trouble?' She glanced around, making sure she didn't see anyone before grabbing his hand and standing on her toes, her paws grabbed his face as she pressed her lips to his.

A shudder raced through her body followed by a blinding heat. A weakness that made her knees want to buckle.

Zays arms wrapped behind her back, between her bookbag, and pulled her closer, dragging her away from the doors and pushing her up against a locker.

She made a weak gasp, her mouth falling open a little, looking up into his eyes as he paused.

His head turned, eyes closing as his lips parted against hers and his tongue filled her mouth. His body shifting to press her against the locker and into the kiss, ears back.

Her eyes closed as warmth flooded her body, paws grabbing the straps of his backpack before lifting them and grabbing his mane. Her claws of her left hand trailing back to pull at his shoulder a little. With her eyes closed she smiled.

Tasting the vanilla shake on his breath, and the smallest traces of toothpaste. Though watery it sent shudders through her body and made her knees shake as they threatened to buckle. The sound of his breath and light panting moans into her mouth. The soft smacking sound of each completed kiss, a nibble on their lips.

A paw grabbed her hip, claws pulling up through her fur and pulling on her shorts. He pressed himself to her body, other paw caressing her face. Lost in his mouth she panted, smelling his soft arousal that filled her with need. Her body feeling weightlessly heavy, as if her bones turned to wet noodles.

He pulled away, ears perking and twisting, his paw dropping her leg, but he put his arm on the locker, leaning over her as his eyes shifted around the hall, and then back to hers. "That was gutsy..."

She swallowed a little, lifting her paw to her lips as the flutter feeling still remained. "I uh... I ..."

He leaned toward her and kissed her cheek, whispering gently, "That's what I wanted yesterday."

Her paws gripped his shirt, blushing darkly, "I er... figured."

Without warning he licked her cheek and straightened, "Better get to class sis, we're already late as is. I'll see you at lunch."

"Oh okay," she said with a soft tail wiggle. With her fingers on her lips she opened the door, handed the slip to her teacher and pittered toward the locker room to change.