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Zay unlocked the door and pushed it open, letting her step in first and shut it behind himself. He watched as Zayra walked up the steps and into her room to change back into her jammies. He couldn't help but smile, watching her tail sway left and right gently. Her hips swaying in her jeans, with sparkly pockets. Biting his lip he followed, stepping into his own room and shutting his door. Sinking down to sit before it with a happy smile, tears welling in his eyes, 'She's mine... She's all mine. I finally got her!' Laughing gently he purred and wiped the tears from his eyes, heart beating hard, 'She's finally my girlfriend! After almost a month! Just over a month! She's mine!'

A knock fell on his door, "Zay? Did you wanna play video games before mom and dad get home? It's only a quarter to eight."

He wiped his eyes and sniffled a little, "Y-yeah, I'll uh... Lemme get changed."

"Okay," and she padded down the stairs.

With a sigh he stood, dropping his jeans and pulling his shirt over his head. He yanked up his shorts and sighed as he stepped from his room with his phone. Padding down the hall into his parents room and pulled his game station from under the bed. 'Good...' He gathered the cords and controllers, and then padded into his sisters room.

She sat on the bed, wiggling her tail as she watched him plug everything in. "So what are we gonna play?"

He sat on the bed beside her, handing her a wireless controller and smiling, "Ready to be a gear?"

She squeaked and grinned brightly, "Ready for me to save your butt again?"

Zay woke to the front door opening, head lifting off Zayras pillow as his ears rose. They'd put away the console around eleven and had fallen asleep during a movie. The movies start screen was still playing quietly and lit up her room.

"I think the kids are asleep," Marys voice whispered up the steps slowly. "Careful Henry... You had an awful lot to drink."

"Nah, I'm fine," he said rather loudly, "Kids are... fashed ashpeeps..."

Zay put an arm over her shoulders and laid back down, 'He's pretty drunk...' His jaw nestled against her tuft, smiling to himself. 'Finally mine... All mine! No more Gerald, no more heartaches, no more tears of misery! She's mine! And in two weeks when I prove to her it's not about sex, I'll start working at taking her V-card. Just gotta start working her into the idea of it.'

He stretched a little, curling around her lightly, 'Get her so wrapped around my finger she'll never want another like she wants me.' He sighed happily, arms around her firmly. He was just about to drift off when he heard footsteps in the hall, sluggish, half hazard and stumbly.

Henry padded down the hall in nothing but his boxer briefs, stumbling down the steps, mumbling something to himself.

He shrugged and closed his eyes again, nuzzling her tuft. He inhaled deeply, 'Sweetened grapes, deliciously sweet.' His body started drifting, eyes closing as he just barely tipped into sleep.

Her door slammed open and the light flipped on, "What are you kidssh doin in bed!? Ish time to paataah!"

Zay popped up with Zayra, putting a paw over her eyes, "Dad what the hell!?"

Henry had a bottle of alcohol in his paw, holding it up as he stumbled and tilted it to take a heavy swing. The front of him was wet, and the air stank of alcohol, his briefs were apparently missing so his half erect blue cock was hanging out.

"Mom," Zay yelled, sweeping a hand up to cover Zayras eyes.

"Henry?! What are you doing," Mary hollard.

Henry in his happy go lucky state started dancing, flinging the bottle and spilling booze on Zayras carpet.

Zay kept a hand over Zayras eyes, "Dad! Go put some pants on jesus! Mom he's flashing Zayra!"

Zayra pulled her ears over his hand, "I should have locked my door..."

He could feel her face was hot with blush, shifting his hand away and standing as Mary walked in with a bathrobe.

Mary approached Henry, "Honey, put this on, you're in front of the kids." She was wearing a nightgown, a soft lavender color with matching underwear.

His ears perked, 'Damn mom...' He shook his head a little, 'Quit staring at your mom shit head, thats gross! Bad enough you're into your twin sister!'

Henry grabbed Marys paws, twirling around with excited and drunk laughter.

Zay grabbed his arm, "Dad, you need to get back to your room."

She put a paw to her mouth, "Oh boy..." She ran out of the room and into the bathroom.

"Zayra, go help mom, at least she's dressed," He said, yanking the bathrobe off the floor and forcefully putting it around Henrys arms and picking him up, "Come on dad... Stupid drunk..."

Henry squirmed and wiggled, "Le' go! I ain't dun nothin! Puth me down!"

Zay passed the bathroom, glancing in at Mary who had her head pretty much in the toilet bowl, with Zayra at her side with a rag and a small cup of water. He hauled Henry into his parents bedroom and set him down on the floor. "Dad, go to bed. You're drunk."

"No, it's a flriaday and I ain't goin! No Work woo!" He spit a little before putting his arms up, tossing the robe down and jiggling his belly around.

Zay snatched the bottle from his hand, "Knock it off! Get your naked AH! Fuck!" Zays body tensed as Henry gripped him and hugged him, pressing his still half erect cock against his crotch. 'Ew ew ew ew ew!!! EW!' He shoved him, watching Henry stumble back onto the bed, "You're lucky you're drunk!"

"Playin hard to gets huh gurl, damn I lish dat."

Zay turned, stepping into the hall and closing the door. With a sigh he walked over to the bathroom, "How's she..."

Mary vomited into the toilet, coughing and sputtering, "Fuck.. I was fine until he shook me..." She wiped her mouth, sniffling and tearing up, "I'm sorry you kids had to see any of that... We're such terrible parents..."

Zayra pet her hair, "You're not that bad mom, you're just drunk. It'll all be okay in the morning."

Mary sobbed and threw up again.

She turned up at Zay, "What should we do?"

He rubbed his head, "Not much we can do... I'll grab a pillow and blanket for her, she'll have to sleep in the bathroom." His ear twitched as the door opened, Henry still bright and cheery walking down the hall drunkenly. He set the bottle on the bathroom counter.

"Wersh al the purdy latys?"

Zay put his paws out, "Dad, go back to your room." He advanced him, "Zayra handle mom." He tried to keep calm, body already hot with annoyance. 'Why can they never just stay at a friends...' With a deep breath he took another step, "Dad you have to go back to you room. Moms not feeling well, it's only two in the morning. Just go back to bed."

"Haay pretty lady whatcha doin there," Henry put an arm out and pushed at Zay, reaching out and grabbing Zayras arm.

"Dad, stop," Zay put an hand on Zayras shoulder, and another on Henrys to keep them apart. "You're scaring her, let go."

"Noshisce, she's inta me," he pulled on her.

"Zay I'm scared," she whimpered. "Dad please let go."

'Fuck... I don't wanna hurt him...'

Henry shifted around his hand, pulling Zayra close, pressing his naked crotch to her tail.

'Nope, I wanna hurt him...' Zay grabbed his shoulder, whirled him around as he rose a fist. Planting his knuckles on Henrys temple. He held his arm, lowering his arms to hold Henry to keep him from falling too hard.

"Oh my god, Zay is he okay?"

"He'll be fine," Zay answered, "I barely felt it..." He grabbed Henry's ankles and dragged him into their parents bedroom. Picking him up and slipping him onto the bed, making sure he was on his side incase he puked. With a huff he started away, pausing at a soft running water noise. "The hell is... Nope." He put his paws up, walking out and shutting the door behind him.

Zayra came out of her room with her pillow and blanket, turning into the bathroom, "Here mom."

Zay walked over to the door and looked in, picking the whisky back up with a sigh.

Mary placed the pillow on the floor, Zayra gently covering her with the blanket.

"I'll leave the night light on and the toilet open for yah okay?" She stood and sighed, flicking the light off and turning on the small outlet night light. She stepped out and left the door open, looking up at him.

He put a hand on her arm, "Come on sis, lets go back to sleep." He gently lead her down the hall, and into his own room, setting the bottle of alcohol on his nightstand. His eyes shifting and watching as she laid in his bed heavily. Looking over her and tenderly stroking her arm, slowly he laid down beside her.

Her paws shifted and gripped at his chest fur, "I'm so tired..."

Slipping across the bed he kissed her cheek, an arm slipping under her and the other gripping her upper back, "It's alright sis, they'll be better in the morning."

She let out a breath, purring into his chest, "I didn't know dads dick was blue..."

"I didn't know he was so small.. Jesus there was like nothing there," he chuckled a little.

She curled lightly, against his front, "Not something I wanna see again."

"Which part, the little dick, or the jiggly beer gut?"

She put her paws to her nose, snickering, "Don't be so mean Zay... And I ment his dick."

His hands dropped and pulled her hips close to his, purring as he licked across her cheek, "Good. Hopefully the next dick is more impressive."

She shuddered a little, her sweet arousal scent filling his nose, "Will um... I get to touch it?"

A smirk crossed his lips, purring into her near, "I'll let you do more than touch it. All you have to do is reach for it."

Her paws wound together between their chests and she cuddled close, sighing a bit and then rolling over to put her back to him.

His paw caressed her hip, lips kissing at her neck, 'All in good time.'

Zayra woke to his alarm, pulling his pillow over her head with a groan.

"Sorry sis," he pecked her cheek. "I'll check on mom and dad before I go," he pet her shoulder gently.

With a yawn she stretched and rolled to her front, 'I'm so tired still...' She heard him walk out and down the hall. She turned her head and sighed, able to peek out past her nose to his empty dim room. 'Dad's gonna be all grouchy because of his hang over and moms gonna wanna sleep all day.'

Zay returned to his room, glancing over at her and hesitating before taking off his sleep shorts.

'Oh...' Her eyes widened, getting to see every bare inch of his sculpted body. His square hips, his long strong legs. He turned just enough she could see his twin orbs of furry testicals, almost blending into the fur of his inner thighs. Her teeth grazed her lip, 'Oh fuck... I'm dating that now. God... I knew he was hot but, naked he's even hotter!'

He pulled up a new pair of boxers, and then yanked up his jeans, buttoning and zipping. His paws pulled his belt around and buckled it. Then he dug through his drawers and pulled a grey shirt over his head brushing it down over his belt. Her eyes followed him as he tucked his wallet and phone into his pockets, connecting the chain from his wallet to the loop in front.

She felt the pillow lift from her face, looking up at him with a blush and a sheepish smile, "Heh... Morning."

His ears flicked up, "Why are you so nervous..." His head turned as he narrowed his eyes.

Her claws clicked together, "Nuthing, don't be late for practice." She forced a big smile with teeth.

He sat on the bed and leaned over her, a hand on her left arm.

A shot of warmth flooded through her and she made a little gasp, "Z-Zay, um mayb-" Her body relaxed, cooling and warming in soft flows as his whiskers brushed against hers. His lips pressing against hers, as he sighed through his nose. Her eyes rolled back, closing and lifting her right arm to his left, stroking up his arm to his shoulder.

With a tilt of her head her claws found his mane, lifting herself up into his mouth as their tongues twisted. 'Zay... God why didn't I bother to try with you before. You kiss so much better than Gerald.' Her left hand lifted to grasp the back of his right paw, gasping as he broke the kiss.

They panted gently at each other, tongues free of their lips. His eyes staring into hers with a soft dazzy glow.

She rose her paws to his face, 'I know it's so wrong... but fuck does it feel right.' She pulled him down to her nose, "Promise to be good?"

He kissed her nose, "If I'm not, I'll let you stick me in a muzzle like a bad dog."

She turned her nose away with a giggle.

His paw stroked along her face, kissing her cheek, "I'll be back around noon. Unless I have to change a tire again."

"Hopefully not," she ran her thumbs over his cheek bones, feeling his jaw line. "Share the ball."

His head shifted away with a snicker, standing and double checking his pockets. "Later ZeeZee," he started out of his room. Bounding down the steps.

"Got your clothes," she called softly.

He walked through the kitchen and down the back steps. Returning up and shutting the door.

"Protein bars," she giggled.

A cabinet door opened, a little rustling before it closed, "Thanks sis."

"Drive safe," she said as she rolled over, greedily pressing her face into his pillow. With a long sigh she smiled, 'Best brother ever.'

Zay kicked the ball, sliding on a knee as it hit the net behind the goal. He sighed and flopped back on the grass, shifting his legs with a breath to put his feet on the worn grass.

Leo stood over him, hands on his knees, "You alright cap?" The cheetah wore his usual grey shirt with red gym shorts. A blue jersey on with a few torn holes in it.

His purple tongue stuck out, "Tired." He watched Leo round him and took his paw to be helped to his feet. His hand rose to rub the back of his neck, looking over the field as they all started getting back in position for another round of practice. Eyes looking over at Mr. Krizler who had his arms crossed.

"You have been pretty sluggish all morning."

Zay took a deep breath, "Parents went out drinking... Henry was wasted, stormed into Zayras room buck ass naked."

"Dude... That's nasty."

He looked over at him, leaning toward him, "Nasty is trying to get him to go to bed and having him all up on me. Old man dick all over me, ugh." He shuddered and his tail flicked up and dropped again just above the grass. Paws lifting up his face and brushing his cheek fur back. "Nasty... And the whole time Marys puking her guts up, and I gotta keep Zayra from lookin'... It was bad enough we went to bed late, and I couldn't seem to fall asleep."

"Why not?"

"Boys! In position," Mr. Krizler hollered.

Zay groaned, "I'm goin' I'm goin..." He trotted faster and took up position in midfield, his dark blue almost navey jersey shifting in the breeze that crossed the field. He looked over at a collie, James, who wore a red jersey. "Think we're ready for the game Monday?"

"Maybe... You're a little slow today, you alright?"

"Didn't sleep well," he stated ears lifting at the sharp whistle blow, foot shifting out and kicking the ball, their shin guards slamming into each other. Zay casted the ball toward the right hand side of the field where the red jerseyed human stood, waiting.

Zay dropped to all fours, darting along the grass, eyes on the ball as it bounced between players. Bounding over Nathan, a panther boy in a red jersey, and using his tail to swipe the ball from Connor, the gazelle in red leading the ball to the left field, and tossed the ball toward Michael who wore blue. "Mich!"

Michael was a chocolate lab, standing to kick the ball and juggle it toward the right, heading back for the red goal. His ears shifted, hearing Kalvin the cougar coming up on his left, he kicked the ball to his own right, giving it to Alex, another cougar.

Zay bound past Kalvin, rounding him to be closer to Alex. 'Come on Alex, we're almost to the goal. Take it! I know you're afraid of goalies... Take the shot.'

The cougar came within range. Noah, the human goalie, stood on his toes, ready to go any direction.

Zay could see Noah mouthing something, probably the same thing that came from his own. "Come on Alex... Kick it."

The cougar hesitated, glancing left brown eyes on Zay as he kicked the ball.

Zay dug his heels in, turning and swatting the ball with his tail into the goal right between Noahs legs. The momentum sending Zay to the grass, tail lifting as he rolled and falling over his head. "Damn it Alex..."

"You alright Zay," a Kalvin asked.

Zay flicked his tail off himself and rolled to his feet. As his left hand touched the grass it panged and he gimped, 'Not sprained, just twisted it a little funny turning.' He stood and huffed, rubbing his wrist a little. "Yeah I'm fine, a little dizzy."

Noah tucked the ball under his arm, "Alex, you had a great shot."

Conner crossed his arms, "It was almost perfect, you should have taken it. You'd have had it."

Alex dropped his ears, "B-but..."

Michael huffed, "Alex, you have to go for the goal, you're the one holding us back from state finales. This is why you're not on the field when things get tense. You keep freezing up and relying on others to do your job."

Zay growled, "Guys this isn't gonna help any."

Nathan growled, "If you're not gonna take the shot maybe you should just quit the team."

There was a ring of 'yeah'.

Noah shifting his weight, "Least then we can find someone willing to take the risk."

Zay growled and put his head up, ears back, "Enough!" His paws were fists at his sides, knuckles white as he lowered his head to glance at his team, "We all know Alex has issues with goalies, its first year nerves. We've all been there before." He started toward Noah, glancing back, "We're a team." His paws took the ball gently from Noah and stood beside him, "Act like it."

He glanced around, making sure everyone was looking at him, noticing Mr. Krizler was listening in. "Alex is on this team, that makes him a Northern Bobcat. Telling him to quit the team because of first year nerves isn't going to help him. And if THAT is what this team is going to do, we won't make it to finals."

The team quieted, the mix of blue and red jerseys, glancing around. A rather heavy awkwardness in the team.

Zay rubbed his head, "Fuck I'm not in the mood for this today..." His ears drooped, "First drunk dad, not enough sleep, now a frustrated team... I need coffee." He rose his head, holding the ball in both hands, "Okay okay, it's been a rough morning."

He took a breath, looking around at them, "We're a team guys, we've all got a weakness. If Alex left, we'd lose a great defender, and we all know it. He's also good in the outfield. We need Alex, just like we need everyone on this team. We lose Alex and we might as well put Zayra on the team..."

They snickered a little, relaxing.

"And we all know she's afraid of the ball," he continued. "And can't run worth a damn." He smiled a little as the tense atmosphere vanished. "So, no more picking on Alex because he's goalie shy."

Mr. Krizler blew a whistle, "That's enough for today boys."

They looked back at Zay.

"What are you lookin' at me for? Yah need permission? Get," he barked.

The boys laughed, taking off their jerseys as they walked toward the school, Mr. Krizler waiting with a net bag.

Zay looked at Alex, who slowly fell behind the group. He paused, letting the rest of the team pass him, still holding the ball and his blue jersey.

Alex glanced up and dropped them, looking away. The brown and red tuft on his head falling over his face.

He rose a brow, taking a step to the side and turning, "Alex, can we talk?"

The cougars tail flicked, "I guess... Dunno why it matters."

"Because you're part of my team," Zay replied. "Monday is our first game. I need your 'A' game, especially since it's Model."

"I know... It's just... I dunno."

Zay frowned, rolling his eyes a little with a huff, "Alex, it's okay to be goalie shy, we all wer-"

"You're not afraid of anything," Alex hissed a little.

Zays tail flicked, ears back, looking away and sighing, "I'm afraid of losing... I'm afraid of having my ass handed to me at a game I love."

"But you're not goalie shy," Alex said, crossing his arms and looking away. "Probably never was."

"Oh I use to be," Zay laughed a little, putting a hand up to rub the back of his neck. "But I've been in soccer for years. Before middle school I was in the towns junior team. Entered in at the age of seven. Practiced at home daily. I was the meaning of goalie shy, especially at the start."

Alex didn't say anything.

"Mostly because when I started playing I was afraid of hitting the goalie. Made it kinda scary when my practice goalie was my sister. I think I'm the reason she flinches at flying objects. I didn't wanna hurt her."

"I'm not afraid of hitting the goalie."

"No, you're afraid of missing. Of being blocked," Zay said. "The team, and I, would rather the goalie block it, than you keep shoving the ball off to someone else. We know you can do it."

"The team doesn't even believe in me," he huffed.

"And you're going to let a few sour boys keep you off the field?"

"What am I supposed to do," He hissed, looking up a little at Zay, "I'm not even convinced you believe in me."

Zay shrugged, ears up, red eyes lifted to his brown ones, "Not gonna lie, I'm not too convinced myself. But, if you want the team to change their minds..." He pushed the ball into Alex's paws and against his chest, letting him take it. "Prove us wrong."

Alex looked down at the ball, looking at it. Touching the stained white hexagons of the ball. "So is this why you're team captain? Because you challenge everyone to pass expectations?"

Zay tilted his head, "Nah, the ranks pretty much a popularity contest. But I am getting a little tired of having to be there to save your tail. I can't always be there, so, I'm really hoping you can prove the team wrong." He rubbed his wrist a little, "Next time may not be a twisted wrist." He turned and placed his jersey in the net, padding into the school and toward the locker rooms.

Stepping in he growled a little, Jim passing him by with a smirk. 'Asshole... Yer just lucky mama comes to get your punk ass...' He sighed and started toward his locker. He paused and perked his ears at his name.

"Dude, I think your phone is going off. It was ringing in your locker," Nathan said. "Jocks said it was ringing when they got in."

He opened his mouth to reply when a sharp automated ring sounded over the noise. With a breath he approached his locker and opened it with the key around his neck, digging in his pants and pulling out out. He slid his thumb across, "Not now mom I'm-"

The boys behind him starting making lewd moaning and slamming their hands on the locker. A couple of the jocks laughing and moaning his name, "Oh Zay, don't stop."

He turned with a sharp bark, quieting them and returning the phone to his ear, "I'm in the locker room. I'll call afte-"

"Zay," Zayra yapped on the other end.

He flattened his ears, "What..."

"I'm scared..."

"Of what, you're home," he stated, grabbing his street clothes and setting them on the concrete bench. "I gotta go."

"It's dad, he has a bruise on his head where you hit him, he's really pissed off. He was screaming and stuff and thought you were drinking again because of the bottle you left in your room. And then he grounded me because he thought I was drinking. Moms got a bad head ache and they were arguing and she's locked herself in the bathroom..."

"And where are you?"

"I took moms phone from her purse, and hid in the tree house. Dads really mad, he won't stop yelling at me," she sniffled.

"Okay okay, just... Take a deep breath Zayra, I'll be home as soon as I can." He hung up and tossed his phone in his locker, lifting his legs and shoving down the tall socks and shin guards. He stumbled off the second shin guard and tossed it in his locker.

Conner had a towel around his neck, "Zay? You alright?"

"No," he yanked his shirt over his head, "Four hours of sleep, drunk parents, now Zayras freaking out because dads pissed I knocked him out because he was being a stupid drunk. Now I'm being accused of drinking, and making Zayra drink." He shucked his shorts and grabbed his jeans, half dancing into them and buckling his belt, "Sobby sister, pissed off dad, moms got a migraine. Today is not a good day." He yanked his shirt over his head and grabbed his phone. Shoving it in his pocket it pushed his practice clothes. 'Fuckin serious... Just great!' He grabbed his bag, slamming his locker shut and turning, bumping into something big. "Hey, I got-oh.. Coach I can't talk I gotta-"

"Zay, you were pretty slow on the field today."

He groaned, "I know, Jesus. I didn't get much sleep. Stayed up late gaming, parents came home drunk, Dad turned into a pervert. Long morning training, already talked to Alex. I gotta go." He rounded Mr. Krizler, feeling a hoof on his arm.

"Zay, you need to-"

He turned with a snarl, "Not now! I need to be home! Zayras hiding in the treehouse because Henry is pissed off, drunk, and accusing her of drinking from the bottle of booze I took from Henry last night and left in my room before going to bed! We'll talk about it Monday, I have to go!"

He turned and stormed out of the locker room, trotting quickly with keys in hand as he hurried down the hall through the main room and out the front door. He padded around a line of waiting cars, over to his black one and started it. Gripping the wheel he took a deep breath. "Okay, just relax, home isn't far..."

His fingers tapped on the wheel every time he had to stop for a light or sign. Trying to keep his speed in mind until he found the last street. Speeding down it and pulling into the drive. He parked and rubbed his face, 'Home without fault...' He got out and started up the steps. He was just about half way up when he noticed clothes on the steps.

He picked one up and looked at it, 'My suit...' His ears shot up, "No..." He ran up the steps and opened the door, looking around.

Henry was passed out on the couch, wearing his boxers.

He bound up the steps and into his room, looking around at the mess of boxes on the floor. A sense of fear chilled him to the bone, jaw dropping as he looked around. His boxes were opened and dumped across the floor. It didn't look like anything right off was broken, just cast back in anger from the open closet doors. He dropped his bag and left his room, bounding down the steps and through the kitchen.

He bolted from the back door, 'Could today get any fucking worse. God I'm ready to throw in the towel already. I can't handle anything more.' He started up the ladder, bounding into the tree house and huffing for breath.

Zayra was curled up on the floor, sniffling and shaking. "Zay..."

He took a deep breath through his nose, 'She's oka...' He cocked his head, sniffing again and collapsing to the ground, hands over his face, "God damn it... I'm so fucking done today."

She whimpered, still wearing her brown, gold skull shirt, and green camo shorty shorts. "Zay?"

He rubbed his face with both hands, "I'm done... Saturday is over, fuck this shit. I'm done." He laid on his side, rolling to his back, pants stiff from the arousal that sent hot flashes through his body.

"I'm sorry," she sniffled.

He dropped his hands to the wood floor, "It's not your fault sis..." He looked up at her, "Just the icing on this shit cake of a day."

She shifted close and laid beside him, cuddling to his side, "I'm sorry I went into heat today..."

"It's not just you sis, it's not your fault. Just dad... Stupid drunk ass, shit head, dad..." He rose his right paw and rubbed his face, pinching lightly on his snout, "Never knows when to stop drinking. Swear to god one of these days dad and I are going to get into a fight. Sick of this place..."

She gripped his shirt tightly.

"I don't care what mom says, or dad. They go out drinking, dads temper has only gotten worse. I didn't even do anything this time! I was protecting you and mom from happy drunk dad."

"Zay...?" She shifted and rose her head to his level.

He turned to her, looking into her teary eyes. The cherry red irises, irritated with tears that soaked her cheeks. "Sorry... I know you hate yelling." He rolled to his side and put his arms around her, "You're okay... I'm here."

She gripped his shirt with a smile. Breathing deeply for about a minute, "You smell really good..."

He perked his ears, "I didn't get to shower after practice, I wanted to get home..." He pet her back gently, stroking over her shoulder blades. "Z-zayra..." he whispered, nose sinking into her neck. Inhaling her fragrant scent. 'She smells wonderful... Perfect...' His hips squirmed, 'Fuck... I could use a stress relief.' His bulge pressed against her legs, paw petting her hip.

"Z-Zay... two weeks..."

"Come on sis, I've had a hell of a day... Just one? I'm backed up from stress..." He rolled and pinned her, but to his satisfaction, she made no attempts to refuse him physically.

"B-but," she started, gasping a little as she squirmed under him.

"Please? You wouldn't want me to be all worked up would you? Pent up and needy..." He breathed into her neck, "I won't stick it in you until you beg for it... But no rules against grinding." His bulging jeans pressed to her cotton shorts, purring as she let out a half startled moan of pleasure.

She fidgeted, blushing and panting with excitement, "Z-Zay... I..."

He ground against her again, 'Maybe this is a good thing... She doesn't think clearly when in heat. I could start working at her resistance and have her that much more obedient by the time its over. Zay you diabolical and lucky genius!'

His knees rose to slip under her legs, "You can't tell me you don't want it. Just to dull your heat down a notch?"

"Zay..." she whimpered. Her paws gripping his shoulders, claws wound in his shirt.

He sighed heavily against her neck, "God sis... Your whimpers are sexy."

"P-promise no sex...? C-clothed only?"

"Until you beg for it, I promise," he breathed in her ear. His bulge pressed hard to her crotch, grinding and groaning, "F-fuck you're so hot."

"God Zay... Oohhh! H-harder," she whined quietly.

His hips bucked into her, pressing more firmly as he lowered his paws to her hips, "Thats it... Good girl." He purred into her neck as her hands gripped him tighter, 'God its like every fantasy is coming true! Girl moans are cute but fuck every breath she takes is hot as fuck!'

Zayra tossed her legs further up his, feet on his lower back, ankles locking together, "Zay... I'm..."

He lowered his chest to hers, feeling her firm breasts against his chest. Grunting as he ground firmly into her, "Fuck... God yes...!" He shifted, using a paw to turn her head and press her into a kiss. 'God sis... I can't wait to cum... No jerking it off to imagination! Fuck!'

He felt her paws lower, slipping between them and finding his bulge, bucking up into her hands. His bucking picking up as he felt her pull at his belt, 'Thats it Zayra... Fuck I'm hard as a rock.' His mouth broke the kiss, paws trembling a little, "Oh fuck..."

"I...I wanna touch it... Just this once..."

He sat up a little, putting his hands on her thighs, looking down at her, "It's all yours."

She unbuckled his belt, bulge still rubbing against her shorts that were noticeably wet with arousal. Her small dainty paws working at the button and finally the zipper.

A moan passed his lips, a rush of relief as the pressure of his jeans on his cock and knot faded. His boxers tented lightly, the fabric wet from his lengths natural moisture. "Go ahead sis... It's okay..."

She placed her trembling paws on his boxers, and gently pulled, shifting it down. Her paws spread lightly, and she gasped, watching as his dark purple cock slipped free and hung stiffly before her.

He could feel it throbbing, pulsing and aching. A heat on his face, ears burning hot with embarrassment, 'Fuck... I let her do it. She's got it out... Now what? Fuck! I'm the experienced one! Why am I blanking!?' He let out heavy breaths, staring down at her blue paw pads and purple fingers as she rose them. Breath catching, her hands seeming to move in slow motion as they wrapped around his shaft.

A whimper escaped him, shuddering as his cock leaked clearish white pre from his pointed tip. It drooped, bouncing lightly as he throbbed. 'Oh fuck... Fuck... My pre, on her... Oh shit.' It dropped low, and the gooie string broke. Falling to her shirt and bleeding into the fibers.

She gripped him lightly, stroking up his length and squeezing another large dolip of pre out. The angle sending the pre streaming down his shaft to coat her thumb of her right paw. She panted lightly, "Zay... It's so warm... and big."

He leaned over her, putting an arm on the floor, "Oh fuck sis..." His left paw shifted, grasping her paws and leading her along, squeezing firmer near the tip, leading her paw down over his knot every few times. "Just like this..." He could feel her hand tighten, shuddering as he tried to control himself. 'Fuck... She is a fast learner.'