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Zay ran his thumb over his busted lip, it had scabbed over during the night, and was still a little puffy and sore, but at least he wasn't drooling. He'd already bit it once, and it had ruined his appetite for their oatmeal breakfast. Down the school hall he trotted, hand on the one strap on his shoulder from his hasty escape from math.

A few people stared at him, noting his still bandaged hands that were bleeding through the wraps. Closer ones would see his still busted lip he'd already taken a habit to lick. The taste of blood was annoying, but he couldn't help it. His cheek was also a little swollen and tender, but he was thankful his eye wasn't black or anything.

He was almost to the lobby when he paused, looking down at his phone. His eyes then searched along the lockers ahead of him, sighing as he saw his target.

The girl was a coydog by the looks of it. Coyote but her ears were rounder and one was floppy. She also had an odd golden red coloration along her back, with matching hair that was up in a messy bun. Her brownish hazel eyes were bright and happy, mouth open with a huge grin to show off her pink and green braces.

Holy mouth full of metal... Never took Gerald for a braces type, Jesus... He padded closer, eyes up as the group of girls turned toward him and shyed from him. Typical... This shouldn't be hard. He stepped out of the way of a couple other students and approached them, hand on his backpack strap. "Hey Debra."

Her eyes widened, tail wiggling behind her on her skirt, "H-hi Zay." Her head drooped, hands in front of her as she blushed darkly. "W-what brings you to... um... this hall..."

"Actually, you," he replied, stepping a little closer. He ignored her friends as they shuffled back. His tall body warm, cologne still noticeable, scent boiling off him as he laid his free hand on the locker beside her.

Her eyes got big, tail tucked but wiggling as she pressed her lips together. She smelt of cigarettes, but was actually pretty light so she probably didn't smoke herself. There was also a strange odor that hovered on her. Not really foul, but not pleasant for sure. Her fur was even a little greasy like she hadn't bathed in the last week, or didn't really wash. Maybe she was so eager for soft fur she used conditioner. "Oh sweet jesus... Y-you're even hotter up close," her voice strained a bit, squeaking to finish.

He leaned toward her a bit, but paused, looking down into her hazel brown eyes that looked back so excitedly. I hate making girls cry... He let out a sigh, lifting his head away, "You ain't my type."

Her ears flicked back, eyes blinking as the excitement faded.

"I don't know you. The hell were you thinking dumping your boyfriend so close to your one year anniversary, that's incredibly rude. I don't even dump a chick in February so the poor thing at least doesn't hate me so much.

'But you? Two days before your anniversary for a sliver of a chance to get with a guy who doesn't even know you exist. It's deplorable, it really is. What were you expecting? Me to come after you and scoop you up like some lost puppy? Even if you didn't want to be in the relationship with your ex the least you could do is give him a better reason than making him jealous."

She stammered, tears glistening as one fell down her cheek, "I...I..."

"I'll tell you now, that ex of yours cares about you. Enough that he didn't think anything through and came after me. He used my sister, my tiny innocent sister, to get to me because you told him you broke up with him for me. Every fight we had, every sleepless hour worrying about my poor sister who he abused and cheated on to disrupt her emotionally and effect me.

'He loves you so much he'd do anything to win you back. Including but not limited to stealing one of my friends phones, and jumping me with two of his friends. If you don't love him at least be fucking honest about it because I'm done handling your mess." He straightened, dropping his arm as he looked down at her.

She lowered her gaze, trembling with a soft sniffle, "I...I'm sorry... I didn't... I didn't know he'd do something like that." She rose a hand and wiped her face.

Zay dug in his pocket a bit and pulled out a folded up tissue, taking her hand and setting it in her palm. "Go talk to him, he at least deserves that much, doesn't he?"

She pulled the tissue close, sniffling as she used it to dry her eyes, "Yeah..."

He took a couple steps back, something made him want to say more, but he let out a sigh and turned away. No... I can't comfort her, she needs to go to Gerald for that. I don't care if her little circle hates me for it... He stepped up into the lobby and around to climb the stairs.

Just before lunch Zay trotted down past his locker, approaching Verri who had her hair pulled back into a ponytail. "Hey Verri."

She turned and smiled, but it faded, "Oh jesus Zay what happened? You look awful."

He stuck his tongue out at her, "I thought the wraps made me look tough, yer so mean." His hand dug in his back pocket, pulling out her phone and offering it to her, "But I guess I'll give this back anyway."

She gasped, taking it from his paw, "Where did you find it? I thought I'd lost it!" She tapped it and flipped through the screens. "Doesn't look broken..." she let out a sigh of relief.

"Some asshole had it," he stated. "He texted me with your phone and jumped me with a couple buddies."

With a paw on her mouth she looked up at him, "They used my phone to jump you? Do I know them?"

"Doubt it, but I think we figured out our differences either way. I just wanted to make sure you got your phone back," he smiled lightly.

She lunged forward and wrapped her arms around his ribs, "I'm so sorry Zay."

He sucked in a breath, "Easy with the sides, they're kinda sore."

"Oh sorry," her grip lightened as she laid her head on his broad chest.

He patted her head, "I'm honestly just glad you weren't in any actual danger."

With her ears up she slid back eyes up to meet his, "I was in danger?"

"The text I got was that you were being followed by some creeps and hiding in the gas station on fifth street. I dropped everything to go pick you up to take you home. Then three guys jumped me while I was looking for you," He flicked his ears back.

"Y...You did that? For me," her eyes sparkled with tears.

He ruffled her hair, "Don't gimme that look, I'd do it for a lot of people. I bet those guys won't bother with it again either, three on one and I still wiped the floor with em."

"But you got hurt..."

"You didn't know, I don't hold it against you. I'm just glad you're safe," he pat her head. "Now I need to get to lunch before the soup line gets too long."

"It's pizza soup today," she stated.

"All the more reason," he felt her pull away, turning a bit with a wave, "Catch yah later Verri."

"Later... Oh! And thanks for everything Zay, you're the best," she beamed with a small wave in return.

Zayra flumped onto the couch, groaning with a stiff back. "Zay you've got a game today..."

He sighed a bit, dropping his bag by the stairs, "Yeah, but I'm not gonna get to play. With my sides as bruised and sore as they are I ain't gonna be able to do shit on the field..." He rounded the couch.

Her ear flicked as he snickered and popped up. His massive body laying against her back, gentle but he was still heavy as hell. With a squeak she stuck out her arms, "Zay you're crushing me." A gasp rattled up her throat as his hard bulging pants pressed against her jeaned rump and tail.

"Sorry for the boner sis, but I can't really remember when I last got to cum," his lips trailed along her neck. "Help a pent bro out?"

She bit her lip, already her folds were twitching like mad and fluids leaking from between them. Hell when did he last cum? Saturday? I came on Monday... Couldn't hurt I guess. Getting fingered by him is so much better than doing it myself anyway. She flicked her tail aside to the floor, purring as he ground against her harder.

"Say it out loud," he said with a grin.

"Please," she whimpered a little. Her ear flicked as his phone went off, watching as he sat up and answered. With a paw to her mouth she muffled another whimper, feeling his hips grind against her with an evil smirk.

"Yello..." His humping however stopped, ears dropping back with an annoyed grumble.

It was Henry, "You remember you have a game tonight right? Are you even going to be able to play in your condition?"

He slid back and sat between her feet, "Yes, I remember, and no probably not. I was barely making it through weight lifting. And before you say it, yes I know this is the last game of the year for us. Next week is finals."

"Your mother mentioned going out to eat tonight, what do you kids want? She was thinking of that lobster place that just opened."

Zayra sat up and placed her hands on the couch, looking over at the rather disgruntled Zay.

"Sounds fine to me, if it's got fish I'm sure Zayra won't mind it either," he replied, doing pretty well to mask the emotion on his face. "Gotta go get ready dad, catcha later," he didn't give Henry the chance to reply, hanging up and grumbling. "Mood killer... Every time." He let out a breath, "I'ma go get ready."

She watched him get up and walk away, ears back in her own disappointment. Laying her head on the couch and pouted, But now I'm horny and pent up... Maybe he just needs a little working up again! Her ears popped up and she hurried to her room, stripping off her school clothes only to wiggle into the special green panties. Her paws pulling up the shorts and into the shirt.

She opened her door and noticed Zay in his own room, shirtless and texting, but still in his jeans. Slowly she trotted closer, "Hey Zay?"

"You got dressed quick, in a hurry to leave?"

Her ears folded back as she sat on the bed, paws between her thighs, "No... I just thought... You'd be happy to see me in it." Her fingers fidgeted, Well it was half a plan... Like I know how to approach him and just... ask for sex.

He flopped back onto his bed, phone on his chest with an arm strewn across the sheets. "Part of me doesn't even wanna go... I'll just be a benchwarmer... Man this years sucked for soccer..."

Her eyes turned over to him, and gently laid beside him, head resting on his arm. "At least you got in a few games this year. And with Mr Krizler all better, you should be able to start with the rest of them next year. Everyone in school already knows you're the best soccer player in the area. You're basically undefeated and have record goals."

Zay laid his head against hers, "Yeah..." His large ears splayed with a whine, "But my fingers are so stiff and sore I can't even unbutton my own pants..."

Her eyes turned up to the ceiling, the faded grey blue paint. Her ears burning with a blush as his words started to whirl in her head. He can't get his pants off? Is that why he's shirtless sitting in his room?

He rolled to his side, cuddling to her side to bury his face in her neck.

She giggled, his nose and whiskers tickling at her neck. Squishing her cheek down against his snout she hugged at him. But her smile dissipated as the warm lump of his bulge pressed against her leg. I thought he said dad was a boner killer, I haven't even done anything yet... Her knee rose, rolling to lay on her side and slip her leg between his.

With his teeth on his lip he purred, hips grinding against her, "God I'm pent up. All day I've been fighting a boner, and I swear my balls feel ready to explode."

She noticed his dark ears, blushing herself as she nosed under his neck, "C-can I help?"

His paws stroked along her back and sides, "I suppose we got time. Just don't expect any fingering in return, rather not light your cunt on fire..."

She sat up a bit, "Oh yeah I forgot you kept putting on your ointment. Doesn't that hurt on your hands?"

With a shrug he rose his hands to her face and pulled her close, "Yeah, but better my hands than my dick. And it doesn't wash off very well so I can't even jerk off in the shower."

Their heads tilted, pressing their lips together.

Zayra slid her hand down his front, stroking over his soft fur, and hard hills of his abbs. Blue claws teasing the hot bulging jeans, thumb grasping the cloth and pulling. I can do this... He's my boyfriend... And he's horny... I can do this! Just pull on this end... pull up a bit and...

He moaned into her mouth as the button popped free, "It's all yours sis. Do whatever you want to it."

Panting her red eyes met his, "But if we take too long you'll be late for the game..."

"I don't care," he replied against her lips, "I want to spend some quality time with my girlfriend."

She felt his lips press against hers again, a warm flutter in her stomach as her skin crawled with a level of need. Pushing back she opened, offering her tongue into his mouth just to receive his. She could taste their school lunch on his breath, savory fajita soup, but he'd eaten the apple sauce first so there was a soft hint of apple. The last remnants of this mornings toothpaste. As her tongue curled with his she found a penny flavor. The metallic taste quickly dulled all other tastes, filling both of their mouths until she pulled away. "You're bleeding again."

Sure enough his lip was trickling, purple tongue licking at it as he sat up. "Sorry sis, guess it wasn't as scabbed over as I thought."

She got off the bed and paddered out of his room.

"Zayra, wait..." He called lightly as he sat up.

Into the bathroom she grabbed two squares of toilet paper before returning. She slid into his lap, putting the paper to his bleeding lip to try and dry it. "You shouldn't keep licking it, the saliva weakens the scabbing. Did you use salt water this morning on it?"

"No," he said gently, hands on her hips and wrapping around her back. "It stings worse than mouthwash..."

"Make sure you use some tonight, it'll help. I know it hurts, but it'll help prevent infection and heal faster," she stated calmly. Her body falling against his in a half hug, holding the paper to his lip.

His hands pulled gently on her hips, grinding his unbuttoned bulge against the nylon cloth of her shorts. "Sis... Will you gimme a hand with this... My soccer shorts won't hide it and the last thing I want is everyone seeing my boner..."

Blushing she pressed herself against him, rolling her hips in a soft slow circle, "Okay. Hows this..?"

He growled gently, fingers pressing into the fabric on her rump. "Perfect, don't stop." He pulsed under her, throbbing through the cloth. "Take as much time as you want sis... I played with you till I was content," he breathed into her neck, pulling her down against him hard to grind together. "Now its your turn."

Her hands grasped at his shoulders, body growing hotter as trickles of pleasure bloomed in her lower body. I can do whatever I want? Play with him to my heart's content? Her hand pulled away, dropping the paper as she gripped his jaws and pressed into his lips hard. Blood or no blood, I love the way he kisses me.

He toppled back onto the bed, hands squeezing her butt harder, "Mmff..." His tongue trailed along hers, breath filling her mouth and lungs. Just as greedily he inhaled hers, claws raking her shorts.

Her hands slid down his body back to his jeans, picking at his zipper while her free hand caressed the bulge. It's so warm... And long. Her fingers stroked along the elongated tent than ran across the right side of his jeans. Grasping it she felt it pulse, a heavy moisture slowly leaking through the fabric from the natural lubricants.

With a moan his hips rose into her hands, "Oh god sis... Don't stop." Breathing hard he lifted back into the kiss. His voice had almost been a whimper, cracking past his lips as his hands rose up under her shirt. Claws raking down her fur to earn a hearty moan from her lips.

Flesh hot she found her way into his boxers, grasping his rod in one paw while the other yanked at his pants to free it. Stroking up the length to feel a bead of pre soak into the fur of her finger. "Jesus Zay... You're so hard."

With his right he held her head, left pushing at her shorts to slide his fingers across her underwear. His head fell back to the bed with a groan, "It's sensitive too... T-take it a little slow okay sis? I don't wanna come too quick."

Fingers wrapped around the purple flesh, her tongue slid along his. Swirling around in the saliva and blood before pulling back, lips bit as they swallowed for a breath only to return. Hot vibrations and tingles raced from one end of her body and back again, and the burning itch of her slit dulled only when it twitched. Her underwear soaked, including the fur between her thighs from his heated touch.

With another clawing down her back she let out a sharp gasp, back arching toward him to grind her mound on his flesh. "Z-zay," she choked, a death grip on his shaft as she stroked it.

He didn't answer her, moaning between weak pants. Paws pushing on her thighs to grind up against her, her bud able to be felt through the sheer fabric and soaked panties. Shakily he rose his feet to the bed, pushing himself up into her with heavy, slow thrusts. Squishing his shaft in and out of her grasp.

Zayra rocked forward and started meeting his thrusts, sliding back as he thrusted up. Groaning as his claws left her back, dropped down her leg, and then pushed at his pants. "Zay... We're gonna be late."

He pulled her closer, pressing their noses together with a growl and a thrust. Ears splaying at her moan, "Don't worry about it... Just focus on me sis, I want you here." His knot pressed against the groin of her shorts, right against her soaked folds just under the wet cloth.

She grit her teeth, sliding the damp shorts against the pulsing flesh in her hand. "I'm not gonna make it..." Her eyes met his softened and aroused gaze, feeling his whiskers on hers. A faint weightlessness in her body but a pressure inside that drew her hips closer to his. That look... I love that look...

Refusing to break their gaze she continued to work his shaft, inhaling his breath with a burning lust. Light headed, hot, and reaching her peak she ground against him slowly, smiling almost drunkenly as he groaned through it. The sound making her burning ears tickle with her excitement, urging her paw to continue to work his throbbing length.

His moans grew, paws on her hips as he pushed and pulled at her. His tongue seeming to have trouble remaining between his teeth, slipping into her mouth to drag her into another heated kiss. The blood was still off putting, but the tingling from his tongue against hers sent tendrils of pleasure down to her groin.

The messy licks across the others tongue amplified each touch. The room starting to fade away around them until all that remained was the soft sheets and mattress under them. With a breathless gasp their lips pressed together, tongues out to pant, saliva stringing between the two slick lengths of purple flesh.

Rather suddenly he shifted his paws to grab her wrists, holding her hands away from his cock with a whimper. As his jeans hit the floor his legs fell back to the bed. "E-easy Zayra... F-fuck..."

Her eyes dropped, looking down between their bodies at his throbbing flesh. The whiteish pre leaking freely from his tip that bounced against his soft belly fur with every hard pulse. Her gaze returning to his face to watch him groan and writhe under her. Not fully in pain, but not complete pleasure. "What is it?"

After a couple moments he laid still, "I... I didn't wanna cum yet..." His hands stroked up her back, pushing up her shirt again as he pulled her down to his body. "Wanna do something kinky?"

She wiggled her tail, finding his to curl with, "Like?"

His hands pulled her up, kissing her lips gently, "Try out a polish kiss?"

She rose her head, ears twisted with a raised brow, "Polish kiss? ... Whats that?"

Zays lips twisted in a devilish smile, "You know what an australian kiss is right?"

With a soft tilt of her head she mused, "Yeah... It's like a french kiss but down...." Blushing her ears flicked back, "Down under..." Oh god oh god oh god... Pole-ish! I should have known, god I'm an idiot! He wants to stick his dick in my mouth! What if I choke on it? Or in that one video where a guy came and she threw up!

His large paws stroked her face, "Hey, don't panic about it, I know what to do. It's just an intro into oral. I want to teach you how, but I know it'll take time. You're not deepthroating me yet."

Her ears flicked and eyes gazed down into his, "Yet...?"

With his lips pursed he glanced away, ears noticeably darkening with a blush. "W-well... I wouldn't exactly be against you deepthroating me... when you're ready. But I know how you work, if I don't offer, you won't ask."

Well he's not wrong... I guess it couldn't hurt. Her body shifted off him and sat before his pillow, He knows what he's doing... She placed her paws on the bed and took a breath, "Okay... Just promise you'll be gentle... and not hate me if I throw up..."

He snickered, rolling slowly to his knees, "You worry too much. If your gag reflex kicks in, it's all my fault, deal?"

Bobbing her head she felt her ears burn, watching as he nestled between her legs and loomed over her. His bare body hot with arousal as he leaned over and kissed her lips. The still pulsing cock resting on her mound. I remember this... From my dream when I was still dating Gerald... Granted we were in my room and both naked, but... The same position.

Slowly he lowered himself further, hands behind her slipping up her back under her shirt. His knot pressing against her crotch, "Relax sis, just focus on me." His nose touched hers, gaining her attention as their eyes locked.

Her lips parted, breathing in his scent, almost able to taste his arousal on the air. Flooding her senses as his tongue filled her mouth once more. Almost instantly the soft awkwardness vanished from her mind, pressing her chest up into his with a paw down to stroke the length of his shaft between them. Thumb pad running over his leaky tip while her tongue slid across his.

With breathless pants his hips collided with hers, knot pressing on the cloth over her clit. "Good girl... You've really gotten good at this."

A gasp passed her lips as he ground his flesh against her, "G-good at what?"

With a gentle laugh his tongue found hers, murring into her mouth, then his teeth found her lip. Noses together he pushed his weight into her hand, "Your kissing is driving me nuts sis. Little more practice and you'll be a pro."

Zayra went to reply but it tore from her throat in a pleasured moan as his claws raked down her back. Her own painted nails across the middle of his back to his side. "Oh god Zay-!"

For a couple breaths he paused, smiling down at her. Her legs quivering on his thighs and on the bed. Knees pressing on his sides a bit while her body trembled beneath him.

As she relaxed her eyes gazed up into his, noting the soft gaze in his red irises. Then the feel of his large paws slipping back up under her shirt. As she went to protest it was too late and he pulled his old jersey up over her head and tossed it to the floor.

The thudding in her chest picked up, wearing her dark purple bra as the only cover on her chest. "Zay..." it was all that escaped her before the soft look hardened and his fingers yanked at the shorts. Tossing them away as well before his long arms wrapped around her form.

Her free hand grasped at his shoulder, the other trapped beneath him as she stroked with his thrusts. His hard massive body over her, pinning her as he almost threw his weight into her. A shudder raced down her body as an animalistic growl rang in her ear against her neck.

"Moan for me Zee... I wanna hear you moan my name," he grunted. Hips angling to grind right on her wet panties, knot pressing the cloth between her folds.

Oh god... The only thing missing is the feel of him IN me! It's even hotter than I imagined! Her nose tucked into his neck, panting hotly against his fur with soft whimpers. "Please Zay... More."

Groaning he pressed into her, an obvious shudder through his body, "Oh fuck sis... Don't stop."

She could feel the pulsing speed up, better matching her racing heart. Tongue licking up the length of his neck, "Ha... Harder Zay... Please... I'm close."

The bed slammed into the wall with his thrust, a growl tearing from his throat. "Fuck sis, don't say shit like that... I'm trying to not shred your underwear today..." With a moan he pressed his hips forward, "Yer not makin it easy."

Her knees pressed harder on his sides, tongue past her teeth as she rocked up into him, stroking down. "I can't help it... Please Zay... I'm so close. Don't stop!"

He popped up, sliding up her body as his dick popped from her grasp and bounced before her nose. A rush of thick male musk drowning her, heavy enough she could taste the sweetened sweat and arousal.

Without a thought her mouth opened wider, accepting the length into her muzzle. Ears burning as he placed a paw on her head and pull her over it. Muffling over the cock she coughed as it neared her throat.

"Oh jesus christ..." he whimpered above her. The pulsing length on her soft and warm tongue. Hips rocking back and forth only an inch, purple flesh getting knicked by her upper teeth. "F-fuck... Zayra careful with those teeth would yah?"

Oh, guess I am grinding on him. She opened a little more and pulled her lip over her teeth a bit as a guard. With a gurk her paws held his hips, He's gotta be close now! Her mouth watered with the thick salty sweetness of his flesh and pre-cum, drooling off her tongue.

Her eyes rose up his abbed stomach and muscled chest that swelled with every breath. His own eyes soft, seeming to struggle to remain open. Her ears splayed as his free hand pet over her right ear.

"Thats it sis... God your mouth feels amazing..." His large paw shifted around and down under her chin, the other remaining behind her head as he thrusted across her tongue. "R-ready sis?"

Her head bobbed, giving a soft suction over the three or four inches in her lips.

"Lift the back of your tongue to protect your throat..." His breaths were labored, taking one of her hands to caress his knot, "Don't swallow any of it. Just let it fall out..."

Her eyes shifted down to his purple knot, jaws moving along the few inches in some attempt at a proper blow job. He smells so good... Sweaty, sweet... No wonder porn stars love having a dick in their mouths. Soft and warm, but god it feels like a rock under it all! He's so hard, throbbing...

Her paw shifted along the shaft outside of her mouth, pinkie on the knot to cup it lightly then back up the length. Eyes turning up as he whimpered and moaned, hips twitching with his grit teeth. Back down she watched and felt his knot swell, pulsing a size bigger until it was twice the original size.

He held her head firmly with a pleasured groan, head hitting his wall with a solid thunk and heavy breath.

Zayra squeaked as the first hot rope slammed into her tongue, flooding her mouth, the second dribbling past her lips, and the third started a stream down her chin over her breasts. Jesus christ, how does he cum this much!? Her hand continued to stroke along the exposed shaft, milking at him as the cum poured over her chest.

His pulsing subsided after a few moments, and slowly he pulled back, "Say ahh."

Her jaw fell open, tongue still hanging out, coated in his sweet fluids, "Ahh."

Zay backed up a bit, bending over with a hand under her chin. His tongue licked over his whiskers hungrily, diving for her mouth to slip over her own tongue.

With her hands on his shoulders she purred, their tongues wrapping together to share the puddle of cum. His hips returning to grind on her body with a satisfied moan.

A shock of vibration made Zayra pull away and sit up, digging between her legs and pulling out his phone. "Oh no it's dad..."

Zay grumbled as he took the phone, tapping the green button, "Whats up?"

"The games already started, where are you," Henry asked, a clear disappointed tone in his voice.

"We got a little distracted," he replied as he leaned back over and licked quietly at Zayras chin. Sinking further as he lapped at the cum that had fallen over her breasts.

"Distracted for an entire half hour?"

"Time flies when yer having fun," he replied, licking over her bra and angling himself to lap under it.

Her hand flew to her mouth as she whimpered, his tongue brushing over her nipple. ZAY, you're on the phone with dad! He could hear any of this!

Henry grumbled on the other end, "Well hurry up and get your butt here, your team is waiting for you."

Zay sighed, "Alright fine, we're on our way..." He didn't wait for Henry to respond before hanging up. "God he's annoying sometimes... Just lemme enjoy my treat in peace."

Zayra blushed darkly as he returned to licking at her chest, purring and cuddling to her form. Her hand stroking over his neck as he trailed his tongue up between her breasts. "D...Do you feel better?"

With a smile he turned and looked up at her, tail wigging over his feet, "Yes, much better." Then he ran his hand over her thigh and pressed his thumb to her wet underwear. "Granted I think I got a little ahead of myself. I don't remember you spazzing out in pleasure."

Her ears darkened with blush, folds already twitching under his hand but couldn't stop him as his thumb ground up against her bud. A rocket of pleasure up her spine as his hand held her rump steady, his grin as she rose her feet to rest on his thighs. Her body trembled beneath him, lips gasping as he returned her to her peak that seemed to have vanished earlier.

Rocking forward he placed a hand on the pillow by her head, tiling her hips up with a push on her button. His hot breath on her neck, with his body wafting off his thick sweat and arousal that filled her lungs with every gasp. Damp but soft fur in her paws at his sides. His lips trailed up by her ear, sighing a soft laugh and smile. "Yah know... If we didn't have to be at that soccer game I'd keep doing this until mom and dad came home... Maybe convince dad to take mom out on a date... Just so I can keep teasing you until you're begging me to fuck you..."

Her left paw rose to her mouth as she moaned, knees pressed harder to his lower ribs, "Z-Zay-!" Her mind already picturing his heavy body rocking into her over and over, knot on her folds like in her dream. Non existent wet slaps filling her ears as he drove her closer.

"Yah like that idea don't you," his whiskers tickling just by her earring. Voice soft and smooth, with a darkened undertone, "You're so close aren't you? Twitching like crazy, soaking wet..." Thumb slowing on her bud as he grinned against her fur, teeth pressed to the side of her head.

Her teeth bit her lip, groaning as she dropped her paws to his hand, just on the edge of her climax. "P-please Zay... Don't stop." A shudder racing through her, as if knowing what was to come.

"What do good girls say when they want to come?"

Heat rushed over her body, ears aching with heat but she leaned her muzzle against his face, panting against his jaw. Paws grabbing at his hand to try and work it against her. Don't make me say it... Just make me come, please!

His hand rose away, gently pushing hers up to her stomach, "Ah ah... I wanna hear it. It's music to my ears."

Her legs kicked out with a squirm, fingers laced in his to keep her from touching herself so close to her climax. "P-please... Master..." She could feel him shudder over her, his tip bouncing with a throb despite his knot still being inflated.

"Please what," he breathed.

Her eyes glanced away, closing with a gulp, "Please... make me come."

Rather suddenly his paw dropped, thumb lowering to flick over the we cloth on her bud, holding her hips down while his knot pressed against her covered folds. "Such a good girl... Now moan for me sis."

Zayra didn't need told again, toes flaring out while she rose her hands to grab at his fur. Claws raking his lower back, lips against his shoulder. Her eyes struggled to remain open, the pleasure making them heavy as it weighed on her entire body, so close to tipping over. Finally it did, a chill dropping from her ears to her toes with a spasmic shudder, but it didn't stop.

He continued to rub on her bud, making her ride it out longer than she ever had before. Letting her writhe under his muscled frame, smiling down almost evily as her paws rose and gripped the pillow, the other up on his headboard. The wet sounds of her soaked heat echoing up to their ears for almost a whole thirty seconds before he slowed.

With great gulps of breath her breasts rose and fell, head laid on the bed while her entire body trembled from aftershocks. Her legs twitching closed around his hips. Purple tongue out past her dark lips, the soft lavender of the flesh inside her mouth glistening with saliva as she panted. Red eyes dulled and glassed over, just weakened slits.

His nose ran up against her cheek, "How was that? I think that was even better than in the living room."

She didn't even attempt an intelligent response, still struggling to think of any words to reply with. But a content whimper escaped her lips, shaky paws lifting to wrap around his neck and hold him close.

He purred, arms slipping under her shoulders to nestle down gently on top of her. A soft rumble of a purr vibrating from his neck as he kissed her gently. "Precious sister..." He shifted an arm free and pet her bangs out of her eyes, "Why don't you catch your breath and I'll get ready for the game."

She let out a breath and small nod, eyes drifting away to the wall. Arms gently slumping off him as he slipped away with a soft chuckle. It didn't take long and the sudden absence of his body brought a chill to her front. Memories of his shaft, knot and fingers on her folds made them twitch, aftershocks still vibrated though her limbs.

Weakly she sat up, hearing his drawer shut as he slipped into some loose boxers and then started searching for his uniform. Her head laid on the pillow, looking at his tall muscled but lithe frame. Even though his winter coat his muscles flexed as he moved, pulling up his jersey shorts. Then his back muscles shifting as his arms rose to slide the forest green shirt over his head.

Turning he turned to look at her, pulling the hem of his shirt down to make sure it was flat. Staring awkwardly for a moment as the lavender of his ears darkened.

Her tail rose to cover her crotch, head turning away with her own blush, "I should probably rinse off or something... I probably smell like cum..."

He padded over and picked up her clothes from the ground, "You'll be fine, I was pretty thorough with my tongue job, and the arousal scent should air off before we get there if I leave the windows down. Besides we'll be up front away from mom and dad."

Slowly she sat up, unable to stop herself from covering her bra and breasts, I know he's seen me naked before... So why do I feel so awkward being in my bra and underwear around him? He's even said that he thinks I'm sexy... Still... I guess he is my brother though... Her head shook a bit, eyes turning away. He is my brother... and he knows me better than anyone, and I know him...

She glanced up at her twins red eyes, his blue lids blinking over them gently as he gazed down at her. Gently she took her shorts and slid them up her legs, standing to pull them up against the underside of her tail. Then she noticed him put the jersey shirt over her head, squirming her arms into place before she pet it flat. "Are you sure no one will notice the cum? Or that it's yours?"

"It's not too far off your scent Zayra, the only people who have the best chance of picking it out would be mom and she had work today so I doubt her sniffers working too well." He stepped over to his nightstand and grabbed his wallet, phone, and keys. "Lets get going before-"

His phone rang in his hand and he looked down at it, ears splaying. "Before dad calls again... Jesus it's already four thirty?! They should be having half time soon, lets get movin sis."

Following closely out of the house her legs felt a little weak still. Sighing in the car as he drove down the street toward the school. While she looked out the window her thoughts drifted around. I know him... His favorite color is red. Wishes we could have a pet dog... Doesn't like pineapple or kiwi... Likes the smell of leather... Loves being outside. Prefers 'shoot em up' games...

Her face slumped into her paw pad, eyes out through the glass of her barely cracked window. Ears down to keep the wind off them. He's more of a muscle head, bad at math, could care less about history or science. His favorite part of boy scouts was the field trips, but he was one of the best helpers with everything else. He's always got a cool head, thinks things through and has a plan or at least can wing it like it was planned...

As the houses flicked past them in bland colors her eyes focused on her reflection. A weight settling in her chest. He's got half the school eating out of the palm of his hand. He's got people who basically spy on others for him... He had sex with girls just to control them. He's my twin brother, I know him... Her eyes turned to look at him.

Zay sat looking rather bored, mohawk up, ears partially splayed back. His left arm was up on the window with his hand propping up his head a bit with his fingers. Red eyes forward, his resting face always looked a little angry, but really it was the mohawk that gave the impression. His black whiskers calm while he waited for the greenlight. His phone in his hand, wrist on the wheel while he texted with his thumb.

Don't I...?