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The day was almost over, Zay had his head rested on his hand while he chewed on his pencil in boredom. The open book in front of him had only a couple small pictures, the black words bleeding together as his vision blurred before he jerked himself back awake. Too tired for this shit... I want a nap, but I know Zayras gonna bug me about that biology review. And I'm hungry... Maybe we can stop for something on the way home. Though pizza does sound good.

The image of a steamy pizza filled his head, mouth watering until he was forced to lick saliva from his lips to keep it from dripping. Starving and we've still gotta drive home for it. His red eyes rose to the clock that ticked away steadily, Five minutes left... It's always the last five minutes...

The room was quiet aside from soft wisps of paper, breaths, and the skribble of pencils. The teacher sat at her desk, glasses perched on her nose while she graded papers. Other students still busy at the few questions that needed answered, but most were done and their books were packed away.

His thoughts drew him to Zayra who was playing a color matching game on her phone. An ache in his lower gut beckoned for his attention, I have to pee... It's not gonna wait till we get home either. Guess I shouldn't have guzzled at the fountain right before class, but god I was thirsty. The steady tap of his claws on the desk echoed in his ears, eyes on the clock.

The door opened, and the large moose leaned in, "Zay Reynolds."

He slumped, tail shifting as he stood and trotted toward him, a hand closing the door behind him. "Whats up Mr Dillan."

"About friday," he started, "We found out who took the snake, so you're off the hook. Still not sure how he got it in your locker though."

With a hand on his hip, he shifted his weight, "Probably gave it to Gerald, who gave it to Kathy, and Kathy put it in my locker. Her perfumes been hanging around my locker for the last month so I bet she was trying to figure out my combination. Can I get my lock switched?"

"Not this late in the year," he replied, "But I'll let you put a pad lock of your own on it as long as I get the combination lock back."

As he pondered a little his hand stroked his chin, pulling at the soft hairs that were a little longer than before, I swear this thing gets longer every day... But anyway, I can use the combination lock for my gym locker and just use my gym lock for my school locker. That should work... "I'll figure it out, and make sure the lock gets left on the last day. Is that all?"

Before the principal could answer the bell rang, ears flicking, "Yes thats all. Now stay out of trouble." He turned and started to trot away.

Zays ears flattened, tail flicking before he stepped out of the way of the door. Stay out of trouble... Trouble found me... With a smile he took another step back and took his bag from Zayra as she offered it. "Come on sis, lets go home and make pizza, I'm starving." His arm hooked around her shoulders while they walked, tails twisted together.

On the way through the lobby, dodging bodies, they passed a restroom. The sudden ache from before returned and Zay stopped, taking off his bag, "Here, I gotta take a leak first."

"It can't wait till we get home," she questioned, holding his pack in her paws.

"Two minutes ZeeZee, chill," he stated as he rounded a couple people and stepped into the blue tiled bathroom. It wasn't busy, but a few guys stood at the urinals, and Zay took no time claiming one by a cougar and unzipping. With his sheath pointed down he let out a breath he didn't realized he'd been holding. Ohhhh fuck... His ears splayed a little, enjoying his moment of quiet while he emptied his bladder.

Though the room itself was quite aside from the splashing of urine and jingle of belts. Even the soft grunts of someone taking a dump in one of the stalls. Voices drifting in from outside, after school activities and dates, giggling and other laughter. And someone talking, but he couldn't quite pick it up, beckoning to someone softly.

A rock fell into his gut, head swirling a bit, Holy head rush. What the hell was that?! He tucked himself away and zipped, stepping over to the sink and washing his hands as the pit of his stomach twisted. That's not hunger... Somethings wrong with Zayra... Maybe Geralds texting her, asshole must of thought of a good reply. He dried his hands and made sure the front of his mohawk was still straight between his fingers, and started out.

Free of the bathroom he perked his ears and started glancing around over the heads of the crowd. Not against either wall... Where is she...

"Get off me," she stated, somewhere.

His ears twisted forward, catching a flash of blue across the lobby hall. Between the crowd he could pick out Gerald, pressing Zayra against the wall with her wrists in his hands. You're asking for a beat down now... He started forward, arm blocking peoples advancement, drawing attention to himself.

"N-no stop it," she cried weakly.

"Just one kiss, for old times sake," he chuckled. "Come on Zayra you use to love my kisses, just one."

Heat vibrated across his shoulders, hackles up as his teeth bore. "Gerald!"

The crowd closest to him stopped and turned, making it all the easier for him to advance the last couple steps before he gripped the coyotes backpack and yank, throwing the teen to the floor.

"I told your little punk ass to stay away from my sister," he barked. Eyes wild as he began to approach him.

Gerald stumbled to his feet and threw off his bag, "What are you gonna do about it Zay? You can't keep her from me forever!"

"Fight fight fight," the group gathered began to cheer.

His blood was hot, body itching as his claws bore against his paw pads. I could end this little fucker right now, break one of his hands so he'll never lay it on her again. The cheering rang in the air, drowning out anything else in his head, thoughts fading as Gerald rose a fist.

Just past him was a couple teachers, Mr. Dillan with eyes on Zay.

Lets see how hard you hit bitch...

Geralds fist hit him in the cheek, knocking his head aside and causing him to stumble back a step. His ears rang with the roar of the students around him. Now it's self defence. His right fist surged up into Geralds gut, folding him over and his left shoved him to the floor.

Zay body lowered and grasped his shirt, yanking the lighter coyote off the ground and slamming him into the wall. "Touch my sister again asshole. I fucking dare you!"

"Zay put him down," Mr. Dillan ordered, shoving students aside to make way.

The crowd hurried along, accepting the fight was now over, and not wanting to get caught egging it on.

Gerald pushed himself off the wall and the two stumbled back, a fist lifting to throw another punch. However he was thrown to the right while Zay leaned left, rolling onto the floor and pinned. "Get off me fucker!"

Zay plopped onto his thighs and rose his scarred knuckles, lips pulled back in a snarl.

"Zay stop," a voice screamed.

Zayra... In his hesitation he was knocked over and pinned himself, but he didn't resist, head on the floor while he panted under Mr. Dillan. He kept his ears flat, emotions swirling in his gut with force from the trembling vixen nearby.

"I told you to stay out of trouble and you turn around and start a fight?"

Zay grunted as his arms were pulled funny behind him, "I didn't start it, check the cameras, you saw him hit me first! Ow, my arm doesn't bend like that old man!" With grit teeth he groaned in pain, "Ease up I'm not resisting!"

"Dillan easy with the kid," the lynx officer said as he pulled Gerald off the floor. "Second time I've had to pull you two apart, you boys need to do some serious talking."

Gerald growled and kicked a bit, ripping his arms free and and shoving the principal.

Zay rolled over and narrowly missed a kick, grabbing his other foot and pulling to send him to the floor, "Knock it off before you get us both in more trouble." He yipped a bit as his ribs were kicked at, getting to his hands and knees as the lynx re-pinned Gerald. On his feet he dusted himself off, then had his upper arm grabbed by Mr. Dillan. "Oi, I'm the innocent one here."

He snorted, "Yeah, and I'm the president. Ben will you cuff them both, at least until their parents get here."

Zays ears dropped, "Oh no... No no no, don't call Henry, I'll never hear the end of it. Call my mom." With a grunt he was shoved against the wall and cuffed, "Fuck... Zayra call mom, tell her to come to the school." He was jerked on and stumbled a bit, "Alright alright I'm comin!"

Gerald pulled at his own arm, cuffed behind is back as he spat, "This is all your fault Zay! You and that fat ugly sister!"

His paws carried him forward and their heads clonked together. As the world blurred and spun he stumbled, knees weak while he tried to focus, "Say whatever you want about me, but don't talk shit about my sister."

Ben, the lynx pulled on Gerald, "Come on, you should know not to talk about a girl like that."

As Zay regained himself he was sat in a chair in the office, one eye shut from his temple that throbbed. His body trembled as the adrenaline in his blood started to fade, a chill over his hide while he sat there quietly.

The lights buzzed above them, the couple teachers standing around to make sure they both remained seated. His ears twisted as he noticed the school officer Ben lead Zayra through the office and into a room where she was sat down. Head up to watch and listen.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"Gerald is my ex boyfriend, he was cheating on me and Zay convinced me to break up with him," she half whimpered. Ears back and shoulders slumped in her fear. "Since then Geralds been trying to get back together and Zay's been making him stay away. He was pushing me into a kiss when Zay came out of the restroom and pushed him."

"Do you think Gerald was really cheating on you if he'd try this hard to get back with you," he asked gently.

"Yes... I saw him kissing other girls... Zay said he's just trying to use me to hurt me... to... hurt him."

Gonna be at least a half hour before dad shows up, maybe an hour or forty five minutes before mom will get here. Shit... Last thing I want is Henry being all "You're suppose to respect people" and "Talking is better than fighting" and that bleh... Disgruntled he pulled up his feet, laying his head on his jeans, Man... The things I do for my sister. I can't even remember how many times I've been sent to the office for fighting. Suspended... nearly expelled in middle school for that guy in seventh grade.

Lost in his thoughts he almost didn't notice Zayra sit beside him with a sigh. Her head falling to his shoulder, "I hate Mondays.."

He leaned over to lay his head on hers, a soft distant smile on his lips, "Yeah... Now might be a bad time but... I'm hungry."

She giggled and put a hand on his back, purring quietly as she nuzzled into him, breathing into his neck. "Are you hurt?"

"Nah, might bruise but nothing I haven't had before," he angled his head and kissed her cheek. "Just hope dad gets stuck in traffic so mom can get here first..."

"If only you'd be that lucky."

His chest felt heavy, knowing that she was uneasy, fearful of what was going on around her. It made the hunger in his gut fade, even drawing a tear to his eyes while he chewed on his lip. He shifted a little and dropped his knees, hands sliding from under him to rest in his lap. "That's more comfortable," he stated and leaned back against the chair and wall. "Don't worry sis..."

His hand rose to stroke her cheek, heads pressed together gently. Dozing in and out as he breathed into her hair, inhaling the soft sweet grape. It calmed him, lulling him like a lullaby as his eyelids got heavy. He could feel her fingers on his chin, petting the longer hairs smooth. The faintest scent of corn chips off her soft paw pads.

Her hand slowed, and he caught it before it fell, thumb on her blue pads. Her eyes were dull and empty in tiredness.

A smile pulled at his lips while he started to drift to her breathing and the hum of the lights. Gently he laid their hands on the arm of the chairs, cheek against her hair. It was quiet, aside from voices, and his once hungry stomach was settled as cotton crammed into his whole torso. A flitter where the rock had once been down in the pit.

Someone kicked his foot paw, yanking him from the blackness, ears up as he sniffed and sat up. His confusion fading as he looked up at a very unhappy Henry. His ears dipped back with a gulp, a glimmer of fear in his chest, as his tail pressed against the back of his legs. "Uh... Hey dad..."

Henry crossed his arms, ears back a hair with his whiskers twisted into an expression of disgust, "Two in the same month, you've got two weeks before schools out and you're on one hell of a role." His tone woke Zayra, and she cowered against Zays arm.

A shot of pain went through his ear as Henry reached out and twisted it, "Ow ow ow!! Dad!" He stumbled to his feet, hands reaching up to grab his wrist, still cuffed, "Leggo! I didn't start it this time. At least hear me out!"

"Henry let go of his ear," Marys voice called lightly as the door opened from the hallway. She wore dirty jeans and a stained up shirt, her purse in the crook of her arm, "At least let him talk."

Zay stroked his ear with a soft whimper, tendrils of pain still making his ear ache, "Gerald forced Zayra into a kiss and I may have thrown him to the floor. Then he hit me, and we fought. There... I was just protecting Zayra, and then defending myself."

Gerald's rolly mother was there, least she looked like his mother. Dressed in an old grandma dress that had flour on the front. She twisted Geralds ear, barking at him, "You did what?"

"Mum it's not like that! I-I was tryin to get back with her!"

"Chur pa is going to have a strict talkin with you! We raised you better than that, you know you shouldn't pressure ladies so much. Besides I never heard of you datin a fox, what happened to that blonde girl, ain't you dating her?" She twisted his ear harder and he let out a cry, tail tucked between his legs.

"Ow ow, ma, it's... It's complicated," he whimpered.

Zay heard a shift of paper and turned, putting up his hands as he flinched, seeing Mary swing a small agenda book from her purse. "Why am I being beaten?!"

She smacked his head, "Because I'm in the mood for it. Proud as I am of defending your sister, you still caused a fight in school. And it's only monday!"

The smacks didn't really hurt, it was just humiliating, the ebaressment made his ears burn, but he shoved it aside with a breath. "Alright alright, I'm sorry. Damn...."

Mary shoved her book back in her bag, "How about you go apologize to Gerald."

Gerald's mother was still scolding him, the coyote boy had his cuffed hands in front of him with his tail tucked. Ears folded back while his eyes glistened with tears, but there was an underlying anger that looked ready to burst.

"Now you go apologize to those foxes, and then we're going home."

Zay looked over at Ben, who was standing nearby with Mr. Dillan, offering his wrists, "Can I get my cuffs off first?"

Ben shrugged and pulled his keys off his belt, holding Zays wrists as he unlocked the cuffs. Then stepped over to Gerald and did the same.

Zay huffed and rubbed his wrists as he approached Gerald, standing a good six inches taller than the coyote.With an extended hand he avoided eye contact, "Sorry... For. Throwing you to the floor and hitting you in the gut..."

Geralds lips tensed, twitching while his eyes flashed in disgust. With a turn of his head he looked back at his disgruntled mother, and rose his shoulders. His hand reached out and grasped Zays, "Yeah... Sorry... For hitting you in the face..."

They shook a bit, and then Zay took a step back, turning to Mary, "Can we go home now, I'm starving."

Her left ear flicked a bit, "I have to go back to work, but yes, as far as I'm concerned you two can go home and make dinner. We'll talk about this more when I get off work."

Geralds mother tapped her foot, clearing her throat noisily, "Don't you have something to say to her Gerald?"

He lowered his ears further as he grumbled, taking a step past Zay with his hands in his pockets. Approaching Zayra with Zays eyes on his back like daggers, with a breath he hunched his shoulders, head down. "S-sorry for... Calling you fat... and ugly..."

He could see the fear in her eyes as she took a hesitant step away, fur ruffled. Close to the one she had once loved enough to overlook his flaws, now terrified of his presence. Zay offered his paw and couldn't help but smile as she padded over and wrapped her arms around his ribs. With a smirk his hand pet over her hot ears, other arm around her back to keep her close.

"It's... fine Gerald..." She managed, struggling with words. "Can we go home now?"

Zay turned to Mr. Dillan and Ben, "Assuming we're done here..."

The moose nodded, "While you were asleep it was decided a few days detention for the both of you." His eyes turned to Gerald who refused to make eye contact. "You'll serve your detentions on non-practice days, Zay."

Mary elbowed him a bit, "We'll talk when I get off work."

Backpacks in hand, the family moved into the hall Zay shifted an ear toward Zayra, then Henry as he heard him grumble. The tension in the hall wasn't near as comforting as Zayras chest against his ribs. The twin lumps were warm, soft, and contoured to his body, though she did whimper a little and shift to not be squishing them so hard.

Mary cleared her throat, "I left out some hamburger to thaw this morning, when you get home Zay I want you to get out the grill and do some burgers."

His tail curled gently with Zayras, "Can do mom."

"Good... and you're grounded," she added as she started down the steps. "One week, dishes."

"What," he demanded as he trotted down the steps, abandoning Zayra. "You can't be serious, dishes?! You know the dish soap fucks with my hands."

"Then wear the gloves we bought you," she turned the corner. "And maybe that'll teach you to find different ways to get the job done than violence."

A sense of defeat fell through him, watching his five foot factory worker mother step down the stairs. God she can be a bitch sometimes... That soap causes my paw pads to dry out and itch, and the only ointment that helps smells like really bad mints... He tucked his paws in his pockets, Rough paws are awful for jerking off, even when soaking wet. And the ointment is like applying vicks do your dick! A shudder raced up his spine at the memory. At first it was fine, home alone and enjoying himself one winter evening, then the burning started. The thought made him pause in the hallway and put a hand on the wall. Embarrassing doctor appointment...

Just waddle my twelve year old ass into the doctors in tears. He was jerkin off and got the ointment on his dick thats why his crotch is on fire! .... Never did that again... Was kinda nice when Zayra took over dishes since I took on all the yard work to get out of it. Least she doesn't have an allergic reaction to the dish soap mom loves so damn much...

He stepped outside and took Zayras hand, walking across the parking lot away from their parents who had parked much closer to the school. Once he heard the engines start behind him his tongue fell from his teeth, "Had to shake hands with that lowlife..."

Her head turned away, fingers on her lips, "Least you didn't have to kiss him... I can still taste his morning cigarette..."

"Wait you mean he actually got his nasty tongue in your mouth?"

She huffed, ears back as her eyes became distant, "Yeah... It was gross..."

For a moment, he looked at her, watching her slide into her seat as he rounded the front of the car. There was something in his chest, but it didn't hurt it was just heavy. His paws itched, heat vibrated across his shoulders, but not as hot as before. Imagining the thought of Geralds tongue in her mouth, then him smoking a cigarette.

His hands remained tight on the wheel as he pulled out of the parking lot and into the street. The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth, knowing exactly what a cigarette tasted like on another's lips. His tongue licked over his teeth, just as his hands squeezed the wheel. I ain't kissing that... His eyes rose to see Henrys little old red car behind him, then ahead, whiskers twitching. It's not quite five o'clock... If he gets caught in five o'clock traffic then me and Zayra could get a little alone time... I only need like five minutes.

His foot got a little heavier on the gas, turning the wheel down another street. In his side mirror he could see Henry falling behind, pulling into a busier street where he weaved between cars to put more distance between them.

A hand fell on his arm, drawing his attention to the worried expression of his sister.

"Don't worry, I just want a little alone time with you..." He gently pushed her paw back into her lap, stopping for a red light. "Can't do that with dad in the house." His hands spun the wheel left, car roaring down the street past a semi. Get a few more of those between us and he'll get stuck in traffic.

Finally down their street he pulled into the drive, "Inside." He threw his door open and grabbed his bag out of the back seat. Ushering her up the steps and into the house where he kicked the front door shut. Heart pounding in his ears and behind his ribs he took her hand and lead her up to the bathroom. "Now then, much as I'd like to have my turn in your mouth, you've got an issue to take care of first."

Her ears flattened, "Issue?" She tossed her bag by her bedroom door on the way, padding into the bathroom with him. "What issue? I know Gerald kissed me but..."

Zay glanced back with a raised brow, "And I ain't stickin my tongue in a dirty mouth." He picked up her pink toothbrush out of the cup by the sink, and handed it to her, "Now you're going to be a good girl and brush your teeth... Thoroughly..."

Hesitantly she took the simple toothbrush, blinking in her confusion, but her ears dropped further.

A burst of dark excitement filled him as she turned and applied toothpaste to the brush. Her obedience as she began brushing, leaning forward over the sink as it frothed and foamed. Soft rump extended out with a tail flick, jeans tight around her firm flesh.

He crossed his arms over his chest, a little turned on by the fact she obeyed him. Not a complaint, and as soon as she was done, he was going to bury his tongue past her lips. His foot stepped toward her and carried him behind her, wrapping his arms around her ribs. Their hips pressed together, squishing her against the counter.

"Nnn! Zay," she barked with her mouthful.

"Make sure you get behind your teeth, I don't want a hint of his cigarette," he leaned against her, head on her shoulder as he smiled. The mint toothpaste dribbling down off her lower lip to splash into the sink. "And the roof..."

Her eyes rolled a bit but she huffed and turned the brush over, scrubbing along it. She pulled the brush from her teeth and closed her mouth, bending forward but he growled, turning to look up at him.

"Tongue too," he grinned, showing his pearly whites, "Not a hint."

Her tongue fell from her mouth with a splatter of foam, scrubbing along the purple length with the soft bristles.

His hips pressed into hers, shifting her tail aside as he ground against her. A hand slipped to her front and unbuckled her belt, then her jeans, wiggling them down so he could grope at her front. With his breath on her neck she moaned, fingers pressing on the bud of her slit. "Spit."

She placed her hands on the sides of the sink and spit, "Z-zay... Don't tell me you're turned on by me brushing my teeth..."

His other hand rose and stroked up her throat, "Nah, I just like you following orders. Thats the big turn on for me. Now, mouthwash."

Her eyes turned slowly to the bottle of mint mouthwash, "You're not serious... You know that stuff hurts."

"Only cuz you got a dirty mouth. Do it, and I'll keep you distracted," as he spoke his fingers pressed up against her panties and slid to the side. "Better hurry, dad could be home any minute. Then he'd ruin our fun, and you wouldn't get to come."

He watched her weigh it in her mind, and pick up the bottle, dumping some into the cap. His fingers slid across her left fold while his nose breathed heavily into her neck. She hates mouthwash... How it stings her tongue because of her poor brushing... Bet she'll cry, pretty tears down her cheeks... A groan escaped him, hips thrusting up against her underwear.

Her head tipped back and with a whimper she slammed the cap down. Sniffling as the fluid hung in her mouth to do it's work.

His fingers swirled around, eyes on the mirror as he watched her tears gleam and streak down her cheeks just as expected. Moaning his head laid against hers, "Thats it sis, good girl. Clean every inch, every trace of that damn ex of yours."

She put her paws on the back of the sink, leaning over it, legs dancing on the floor between his feet. "Mm," she muffled through the liquid and her lips. However her folds quivered around his finger tips, the velvety flesh thick with her arousal fluids that soaked her silky fur and underwear. Fingers trembling on the tile of the back of the sink as her body shook in waves of pleasure.

Her scent was intoxicating, egging him on as it filled the air from her neck and between her legs. Driving his fingers into her warm, and making her cry out.

The mouthwash fell into the sink, drooling off her tongue as she panted, "Zay... Zay I'm..."

"Not yet, I wanna hear something first," he whispered, "Say please."

"Please," she whined as she rose a foot off the floor.

"Please...." He left it a question, open for more.

A dark warmth crossed her ears, teeth grit as he drove her toward her climax, "Please Zay. I'm so close." Swallowing under his paw and grasping at his wrist, but she didn't pull at his hand, she just held it with her trembling fingers.

His tongue trailed up the side of her neck, fingers pulling out to just his dull claws, "Try again." He could see the bliss on her face, and the rush of almost fear, ears burning hot with blush.

"P-please..." Eyes squeezing shut as she bit her lip, a gentle whimper echoing up her tender throat, "Master..."

With a shudder from his ears to his tail his hand surged back into her, rocking her hips between his and his hand. His hard breaths against her shoulder, voice low and stern, "That's it, gonna be a good pet and come on me aren't you?"

Zayras body tensed, folds tight around his fingers as her velvety inner walls clenched and pulled at him. Legs shaking like leaves beneath her, pants around her knees, with small droplets of her fluids on the crotch. "Zay," she croaked, chin soaked with saliva that dripped down to coat the back of his hand.

He purred, leaning against her back as his soaked paw stroked up the crotch of her panties and up under her shirt. "How was that? I think you came harder than last time."

She whimpered incoherently, shuddering with a small whine.

Purring into her neck he wrapped both arms around her ribs, one up under her shirt. "Precious sister. I figured you were submissive enough..."

"S-submissive enough?"

"Remember when you said you liked being pissed on? In the car on the way out to eat? That's a good sign of being a sub, and then you chose Master over... sir, bro, daddy... Or just begging me to let you come. I mean I only had to tell you to try again once." His ear twisted at the sound of a car, "Dads home..."

She turned a little, "W-Wait but-"

He put his hands up with a shrug, "We gotta clean up." With his clean hand he grabbed the bottle of air freshener from the back of the toilet and shook it. "You should probably take a shower, you're already half naked anyway."

Her eyes got big, "Zay don't you dare..."

"Gotta cover the scent," he pulled the trigger and began sweeping the room, making sure it went over his head to sprinkle down on him and then he spun. Stepping behind her he stood in the hall and leaned in to set the can back down while she coughed and wove her hand. "Love yah sis!"

She picked up a box of tissues and threw it at him, "Dang it Zay!"

He squeaked and bounced down the hall, letting the box hit the wall, and she slammed the door. He skid to a stop at the top of the stairs, looking down at Henry with his hands on the floor. Plopping back on his butt he kicked his feet out onto the stairs, "What..."

The older male flicked his ear, "What was that about?"

He glanced away and around the stairway, "Uhh... nothing?" Carefully he stepped down and put his arms up to put his hands on his neck, "So, we've got all the fixings for burgers right? I thought I killed off the pickles. I can't have a good burger without pickles..."

"Yes, your mother bought another jar of pickles..." Henry set his lunch box on the counter and started unpacking it.

Zay on the other hand dove into the fridge and pulled out a jar of pickle sandwich slices. Tongue on his whiskers he popped it open and pulled one out, crunching on it with a wiggle of his tail. His paw slipped in to pull out another.

"Zay!"

His ears twisted, pickle dripping back into the jar, "What? I'm hungry."

"Then go grill the damn hamburgers, and quit eating out of the pickle jar."

"Okay okay fine..." he put the second slice in his mouth and put the jar back in the fridge before trotting down into the garage and opening the main door.

Zayra laid in her room, stomach full of her dinner but fluttered with butterflies. The feel of a strong phantom hand around her throat excited her even though it made her shiver in fear. Powerless... Weak... God I was a mess but... I loved it. I mean granted he made me brush my teeth and got all funky with it but.... The way he spoke to me just... Her fur puffed up with a shudder.

She rolled to her side and faced the wall, knees up and head on her hand. Eyes distant against the pale lavender of the wall. He never did kiss me like he promised. I wonder... She sat up and listened carefully, Henrys snoring in the far room down the hall, but nothing else. In just her jammies she stepped into the hall and gently pushed open Zays door.

He was on his bed, phone in hand above his head texting. "Sis you should be in bed... It's like eleven."

"I couldn't sleep," she said gently and stepped closer to his bed. Crawling in over him she laid at his left side, paws against her shirt between her breasts. Her nose nuzzling into the soft fur of his neck that still bore the scent of his body wash. The scent was comforting, a little musky without being unpleasant in the slightest; grapes, woods, earthy like with a touch of sweet.

Her eyes glanced up at his phone as he texted away to Jason.

"<Dude I'm telling you, Kathys got like five people lookin for dirt on you. You should watch yourself the rest of the school year Zay. Once summer hits all dramas erased and she'll wanna try to get back at you now.>" Jason messaged.

"<I ain't too worried. I know Gerald is probably one of em but I think he's going to crack soon. Wish I knew what his problem was but he's so low on the food chain not even my best resource girl can get any info on him. Must've been someone Kathy swept up in the hallway to do some dirty work.>" Zay replied, thumbs tapping away at the rather small keys.

"<Lol maybe. Still, just be a little more careful? Last thing I want is to see you off the team cuz you got into some big fight.>"

"<Seasons almost over anyway, was kinda surprised we got any games since we couldn't play in the fall with the rest of em. Still it was nice of the other schools to play with us.>"

"<You're just saying that because you whooped their asses. I mean hell you went up against model twice...>"

"<Coach said a lot of the other schools weren't as into soccer so we kinda just got stuck going against Model. Hopefully next year we'll start in the fall with the rest of em. Haven't whooped that high strung private high school team yet, all the snoodys from the private middle school, fit to be knocked down a notch... or two or three.>"

She placed a hand on his chest, "Zay its getting late... You should go to sleep."

He rose his arm and slid his hand under her head, just to pull her closer to him and purr, "Soon sis, just go to sleep."

Her leg slid over his to cuddle tightly to his side, eyes sleepily looking up.

"<You mean Carmen? Aren't they called the Red Arrows?>"

"<Something like that... Anyway I gotta hit the sack. Not all of us like having naps during first period.>" He set his phone aside and plugged it in before rolling toward her with a yawn. "Alright sis you win."

She smiled as he curled over her and tucked his sheet in behind her, paws on his chest stroking up through his soft fur. Lips pursed her eyes rose to his, knees pressed together around his leg, "Um... Zay?"

He laid his hand on her shoulder and yawned again, smacking his lips, "Yeah?"

"You um..." Her voice softened to a whisper, "You... never kissed me... Like you said you would. Even after I brushed my teeth, and used the mouthwash..."

"Hmm... Guess I didn't..." He propped himself up on an elbow and stroked her arm, smirking. "But we were interrupted," he said gently as he lowered his nose. "Just keep your moaning down, I'd hate to have mom and dad come check on us."

Their lips pressed together and she purred, feeling his hand lift to cup the back of her neck. This... This is what I wanted. All that embarrassing work brushing my teeth and using that nasty painful mouthwash. I only did it for kisses... But it was fun to call him Master... He felt so hard and got so eager, it really turned him on! She felt his lips part and did the same, accepting his broad tongue while offering her own.

Warmth filled her body as she inhaled his breath, fingers gripping his chest fur to pull him closer. Tingles danced through her mouth, along her tongue and were swallowed to cast tendrils of pleasure right to her legs. His rough wet tongue, the soft ribs of the roof of his mouth that made him smile as she tickled him.

She could taste his dinner, the beautifully grilled hamburger he had mixed seasoning, onions and green peppers into before patting into perfect patties. Laying them out on the basic gas grill to cook, a smell so savory surely the neighbors commented their jealousy behind their fenced in yards. Her paws rose to his cheeks, wrapping her fingers in the soft fur of his jaw line and pulled him deeper with a quiet moan.

He hushed her as he turned his head, tongue licking over her whiskers with his hand down her arm. "You know moms a light sleeper."

"S-sorry," she whimpered, pressing her lips back to his, "I can't help it." Her body heated and cooled under his touch, leg shifting tighter around his. Heart in her throat, greedily taking in his hot breath, while her tongue slid against his. The sharp but soft smacks of their lips with each completed kiss echoed in the air between them.

He let out a soft gasp as her leg rose further between his, knee caressing against his bulging sleep shorts. "Easy with that knee sis."

"Sorry," she panted across his tongue, lowering her leg a bit down his thighs.

With a soft groan he ran his hand down her hip to her leg and pulled it back up, "I said easy, not to stop." His groin brushed across her leg, purring in her mouth as his hard on throbbed. His ears splayed, pressing into her mouth harder. Hot body rolling over onto her, trapping her under him.

She rose her arms, wrapping them around his neck to hold the soft fur of his mane. Head becoming light and foggy as they breathed back and forth. Her left hand fell down his back, clawing lightly over his shoulder blade with a purr.

His ear twisted and he broke the kiss, ears high as he turned toward his wall. A paw over her mouth, but he didn't speak, or even hush her. A shot of fear rattled through her spine as she realized their fathers snoring at stopped.

A bed creaked, and the tired grumbles of Henry could be heard as he opened the bedroom door. Footsteps down the hall, a clearing of the throat and the light flicked on in the bathroom. The glow filled the hall, casting beams through his room toward his TV.

Neither dared move as the sound of liquid on water rang through the house with a heavy sigh. Tears ready to spill over in her eyes from the idea of being caught in their current position. Once the stream turned to a trickle, there was a noisy rush of water, and Henry returned to the bedroom. Bed creaking as he rolled into it to rejoin Mary.

Minutes passed, and finally there was a rattled snore.

Zay let out a sigh and rolled to lay on his back beside her, "I swear he's got the tiniest bladder... And is always a mood killer..."

Zayra rose her paws to her face, wiping her eyes and then pulling on his sheet. "Least he didn't walk in... You did notice he didn't wash his hands right?"

"Or turn out the light," he commented looking down at his door by the foot of his bed where there was still a glow. "Go figure..." He rolled toward her and wrapped his arms around her, nestling against her body. "Get some sleep sis."

She wiped her lips a bit of his saliva, tongue on her teeth as she grimaced and shuttered, tongue falling from her teeth, "Bleh..."

"Bleh? What you bleh-ing?"

"You had pickles..." She whimpered.

"And they were delicious," he purred into her head, tail wiggling under the sheet.