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Zayra woke in her own bed, curled up in a ball from the early morning chill. Tail tucked around her body with a soft shiver. Her alarm hadn't gone off quite yet, so she rolled over and tapped her phone. Only four... least another hour before I have to get up. Rolling back over she faced her wall and sighed.

He's going to Cassandra's today... After school... for that test. What exactly do they do during the test? What does she have to do? Collect samples probably but like... A blood sample? Stick a Q-tip in his sheath?Is he going to pretty himself up before he goes? Her hand rubbed her eyes tiredly, yawning before nestling her face against the lavender tip of her tail.

Hardly slept, I'm exhausted... Stomach hurts too... Probably just nerves or something... I'm kinda hungry too so maybe I'm just hungry... I could get up but I'd wake mom and dad making my own breakfast... Not even hungry for anything though. Nothing sounds good... She rolled again with a huff, arms around her stomach with a soft groan.

Wish I'd gotten more sleep, especially with gyms pre-test today... God I don't even remember all the vocab words... Her brow knit as her gut flopped. Maybe that ice cream isn't agreeing with me... I feel sick... I hope I don't throw up at school...

Rubbing into the pillow she sighed again and closed her eyes, What am I going to do about Zay though... What if he will cheat on me... With Cassandra or anyone else in the future. What if he knew I'd check him for a girls scent... Of course he knew, he knows everything! ... Except all the basic differences between plant and animal cells... And basic algebra... And... How scared I am...

She took a deep breath, Okay... Just... try to get some more sleep, I've got an hour and then I can just take a shower and go to school and try to get today over with quickly... With her eyes shut she let herself drift. Ear flicking at Henry's snoring down the hall. Feeling herself start to drift away her body felt like it was floating, just tipping over into sleep.

An alarm went off, not her own but her parents, waking her with an irritable groan. Throwing her pillow over her head she squeezed her eyes shut, feeling tears. So much for another hour of sleep...

Zay's alarm went off next, then her own vibrated on the nightstand. Her stomach lurched and rolled as she gripped it tightly. With as bad as it hurts maybe I should try throwing up... Might feel better... Should try eating first see if that helps.

Slowly she found her feet and made her way downstairs, digging in the fridge and cabinets for cereal makings. Climbing up on the counter she pulled down a box of lightly sugared square cereal and set it beside her. Ear twisting as she heard her mother walk in.

"That hungry for breakfast huh," Mary said gently. "You sure you don't want an egg or something?"

"No, I'm not feeling good and it's all that really sounds good," she climbed slowly back off the counter and sat at the table. . Pouring herself a bowl she let out a huff, spooning the sugary cereal and milk into her mouth. I hope today is over quick... School cancellation, let out early... Something. I just wanna go back to bed.

Mary stroked her ears gently, "You okay honey? You look exhausted."

"I didn't sleep well last night... Stomach's bothering me," she rubbed it slightly as she spoke of it. Leaning into her mother's hand while she tried to hold back tears.

"Well you didn't eat much last night... We'll see how you're feeling after breakfast. I'd hate to keep you home."

"I have a practice test today," she whined. "I don't wanna try and have to make it up. I'll be fine..."

Mary smiled gently and leaned over, kissing her daughter's head, "Still pushing for perfect attendance. Yah know if it wasn't for you, I doubt Zay would have such good attendance. Or such good grades this late in the year. If you're feeling up to it you can try taking a pain pill, might dull anything... Unless..."

Zayra's ear twitched and perked, "Unless what?"

"Well when's the last time you pooped?"

Zayra's ears flattened, "Mooom I'm not constipated!"

"It's just a curiosity question honey bun, it's not like I can force you to drink any prune juice," she turned away and rummaged in the fridge and pulled out the egg carton, "Are you sure you don't want a scrambled egg?"

"Yeah I'm fine," she said before grumbling her mother's words into her cereal. Once she finished her first bowl she did feel a bit better, the twisting and lurching had stopped for a bit at least.

Zay came down stairs and ruffled her unbrushed hair, "Shower's all yours."

"Zay what is your father doing," Mary asked as she laid some fried eggs on a plate.

"I think he's still getting dressed? I dunno, heard him in your guys bedroom."

Mary laid the two fried eggs on the table in front of him, with a slice of toast that was already buttered and a couple slices of bacon. "Well he better hurry up if he wants his eggs warm."

"I'm coming, just having issues with this damn shirt," Henry barked as he trotted down the hall. "Are you sure you picked up the right size shirt? This one doesn't seem to fit at all... Anywhere."

Zayra turned and looked at her father who wore a white undershirt, trying to button a light grey shirt with a soft purple plaid design, "Is it new? I've never seen that one before..."

Zay turned a bit and laid down his fork, "That's because it's mine... Honestly I don't know if it even fits me anymore."

Mary giggled and helped Henry out of it and held it up, looking at the tag of the collar, "Oh god, now I feel old... It's Zay's from his seventh grade dance. Before he had that last growth spurt and grew almost a foot."

"Must have gotten mixed up in the laundry when I had my closet tossed," Zay said as he stood and took it from Mary.

"Who did you take to the dance," she asked. "I don't think you brought her home."

"I think it was Rebecca Maltin..." he dusted it gently with a hand, looking at it carefully as he spaced out a bit. "Couldn't dance at all before that. Can't remember how many times I stepped on her feet, but she was determined to keep me on the dance floor." He started up the steps to put the shirt away.

Mary sighed gently and glanced at Henry, "Guess we'll have to go through your good shirts and make sure none of them are Zay's."

Zayra looked back down at her bowl with a soft breath, He's had so many girlfriends... He's even had boyfriends... Real girlfriends, with dates, and kissing, and caring for eachother... And sex... 3 virginities that he knows of... Even admitted that he's had sex with more people than he should have for his age.

She stirred the remains of her milk, appetite no longer present. So she rose the bowl and drank it, then got up and started for her room to grab clothes for school.

Zayra was sat in drawing, her third period class. Her head rested in her hand, elbow on her paper as she stared at the small gord her table had been told to draw. Occasionally her eyes would glance down to improve a small shade difference, careful to take the color of the plastic gord in account.

The orange was darker than the yellow stripe in the middle, the brown stem still had bits of glossy plastic paint. On the yellow stripe, in the middle, one of her table members had drawn on a face. Including it she couldn't help but sigh.

Her head rose as her hand dropped to rub at her still aching stomach. Breakfast had dulled it but the pain was becoming a nuisance. Sometimes it cramped hard enough that she had to pause and wait for it to pass. Maybe some gym class warm ups will help... Maybe I'm just worried about the vocab test.

Another cramp washed over her and she laid down her pencil, rubbing at her stomach with both hands. God I hurt though... I wonder if it has to do with Zay, am I having one of those weird things where I expect something seriously bad to happen? Like with the snake or his fight with Gerald? But worse... God it hurts... Her head hit the table, grimacing with a huff.

"Alright class, clean up," their rather young rabbit teacher said from her desk. "Make sure to catch up on any missing assignments. Your drawing book is to be turned in this friday for grading."

Zayra closed her sketch book and shoved it in her bag with her pencils. Hopefully the gym practice test doesn't have too many sport rules questions or whatever... I wonder what Zay's up to now... He had math today I think. Probably have our pre-test this Friday... Not looking forward to that... Wonder if Zay wants to study English tonight... Or more on Biology, I know he's still struggling in that.

The bell rang and she got up, trotting with her backpack on her shoulder into the hall. I guess we'll just have to figure it out after he gets back from Cassandra's... I mean a simple test shouldn't take that long right? A couple swabs and done... He isn't gonna get an answer right away... But I don't know where Cassandra lives, it could be a long drive...

Someone came up beside her and bumped her hip with theirs, "Hey, you doin' okay today?"

She jerked rather suddenly in surprise before taking a deep breath, "Yeah Zay I'm fine... My stomach's just upset..."

He hooked his thumbs on the straps of his book bag and leaned forward to try and see her face, "Like... Something's in my locker? Like I should text mom and check up on her and make her count her fingers?"

"I don't know," she looked down at the floor as they walked, "Maybe I'm just hungry... It's not getting worse it just... hurts."

He curled his tail with hers as they walked, continuing to watch her carefully as she kept her eyes away from him.

I should have checked his phone when I had the chance... Any pictures he might have had he probably removed already. Or maybe he made plans with Cassandra to have sex after I'd given back his phone. I can't believe I didn't look... She looked up as Zay stopped her in front of her gym class.

"Are you sure sis? Yah seem tense..."

"I'm fine Zay," she said gently. "Just a little hungry."

He swung his bag off to hang on an arm and unzipped one of the smaller front pockets, digging in he rummaged around, "Here, take this then." He handed her one of his granola bars, but it looked a bit flattened from being in his bag. "Eat it before class starts and you should be feeling better by the time you dress out.

She looked at it and angled her eyes up at him, "How long has this been in your bag?"

His ears flicked back and darkened a bit, "Ehh... Maybe since the beginning of school? I don't remember packing it but I just haven't eaten it... I keep forgetting it's there."

Her ears twitched and lips twisted in a small pout. Well at least it isn't expired or anything. "Why remember it now?"

"Was diggin for a pencil," he said shouldering his bag again. "Besides, it's either that or the poptarts I never bothered to eat when we took the bus, and I'm sure they're crumby as hell."

She smiled a bit and turned, "See you at lunch Zay."

"Have fun with your pre-test, I'm sure you'll nail it," he trotted away and up the steps.

She found herself wolfing the granola bar down, despite the peanut butter side tasting like it was cheap stuff made with reject peanuts. In the locker rooms she changed into her gym clothes and hurried out to do the class warm ups. The jogging did help her stomach, but the dry air made her lungs and throat burn and ache.

After warm ups they all sat around the gym with a small booklet for the pre-test. She was careful to sit away from anyone else, on the floor with her back to the wall, clipboard in hand with her mechanical pencil in her fingers. Though her stomach continued to bother her in the back of her mind, she felt good about the test and turned it in before sitting and listening to music.

Zayra sat in the passenger seat on the way out of the parking lot. Hand over her stomach that she rubbed firmly.

"Is it still bothering you," Zay asked, both paws on the wheel.

Her head bobbed gently, "Do you think it's about Cassandra?"

His ear twisted toward her, "Dunno why it would be. It's not like she's going to be the one doing the test."

Zayra turned toward him, "What do you mean?"

"All of the tests are done by her husband Frank, he's a doctor. He takes all the samples and ships em off to get worked on with dozens of other patients."

"So... Cassandra is kinda just there?"

He shrugged, "Sometimes she is, sometimes she isn't. Since she put aside time for me she'll probably be present just to bug me about you and to visit a bit."

She laid her head back, ears splayed, "How exactly do they do an STD test?"

"Swabs, piss tests, blood test, and examination. I usually get the full test because it makes me feel safer. I'd rather come back clear for everything than miss a test and be carryin' it." His paws spun the wheel. "Especially after Kathy, hell knows who she's rolled around with."

"Do you think she had anything?"

"Probably... Probably the same thing goin around school," he leaned back in his seat with a heavy sigh. "So... I'm just gonna drop you off at the house okay?"

"How long until you're back..." she asked.

His ears splayed, but his eyes didn't stray from the road, "Maybe a forty five minutes? An hour at most. They don't live all that far and the test doesn't take long. Most of it will probably be Cassandra with her hundred questions and me trying not to tell her I'm dating my sister..."

Zayra let out a breath, picking at her claws, "Just an hour..."

"Mostly drive, it's like fifteen twenty minutes to get there. Take a few swabs, piss in a cup, maybe get my finger pricked, and fifteen twenty minutes home."

Her eyes rose to glare at him, tears welling already so they glistened in her reflection of his own red eyes. "Promise?"

He smiled at her and took her left hand, pulling it away from her right hand claws and hold it tightly. "I promise sis. You can even sniff check me when I get home. At most top coat will have a sex smell, but that's only if Cassandra doesn't shower before I get there."

Zayra squeezed his hand, "I'm not sniffing your crotch again..."

An ear twisted toward her, a smirk on his lips, "You didn't complain last time."

Her teeth grazed her lip as she looked out the window, lavender of her ears darkening, "Doesn't count... You like... shoved my hand in your pants."

"I don't remember it quite like that," he chuckled. However his thumb ran over her knuckles, "But uh... if you ever wanted to just play with my balls I'd be okay with that..."

"You would be? Why," she turned to look at him again.

His ears darkened, "Well... I guess you could say I have a thing for it... They're sensitive and I swear sometimes just a little fondling is enough to make me cum..."

She managed a soft giggle, "So... last night... Was a turn on?"

"Aside from the awkward situation to it yeah..."

For a while they drove in silence hands held firmly together on Zayra's leg. Then a stone hit her gut as he pulled into the driveway and stopped, but did not turn off the car.

She sucked in a breath carefully. "So... Just an hour..."

"An hour tops, most of it depends on traffic. I'll call if anything comes up okay?" His hand rose from hers to brush his still scabbed knuckles across her cheek. "Okay?"

Defeated she leaned into his hand, managing a broken, "Okay."

He leaned toward her and pressed his lips to hers as they trembled, "It'll be okay. Schools almost over, then we can enjoy our family camping trip... Just the two of us in a tent under the stars, sharing a sleeping bag as usual. It'll even be our sweet sixteen."

She sniffled as his brow pressed against hers.

"I won't promise not to wish for birthday sex though..."

Zayra snickered a bit and rose her hand to wipe a tear from her eye before it spilled over. "Thats fair I guess..." She pulled away and wiped her other eye. She opened the door and climbed out grabbing her bag before she turned, "Is there anything you want for dinner?"

"I ain't picky, there might be some left overs, but better ask mom first. Never know what she's planning and just hasn't told us yet."

"Will do," she replied. Then took a deep breath, "Drive safe."

"Always, now I gotta get going. I haven't taken a leek since lunch."

She closed the door and started up the steps, ears flicking as she watched him back out of the drive and drive off. With a sigh she kicked over the welcome rug and picked up the spare key to unlock the door, dropping it back on the stone porch and placing the mat back on top of it.

Tossing her bag down she closed the door and turned on the TV to play some reality TV crime show while she stripped toward her room. Gathering her sleep clothes and heading for the shower. Once in the bathroom she sat on the toilet and laid her head in her hands, tears spilling over as the twisting of her gut worsened.

I want to just curl into a ball, it hurts so much and I don't know what it could be... What if Zay gets in a crash or something? What if mom or dad never come home... It hurts so much... She stood and flushed before climbing into the shower.

Her paws lathered her body, then ground onto her stomach as she stooped over. Can I just throw up now? Maybe I caught something... With a deep breath she quickly finished her shower and climbed out to dry off.

Once in her jammies she flumped on the couch, curled up on her side with her arms around her stomach and watched TV. Phone in hand she messaged Mary about dinner plans, but knew it would be a bit before she replied. Instead she turned her attention to distracting herself from the pain in her stomach.

Just an hour... twenty minute drive there, twenty minute drive back... Ten minute test. Just a few swabs and peeing in a cup. How long has it been? I don't even remember what time we got home, has an hour gone by already? He hasn't called to say he's late...

What if he lied about the drive? What if it's shorter and it gives him extra time to have sex and clean up so I don't notice?

Her paws rubbed at her stomach, tears spilling over her eyes as she writhed in both pain and fear. A lump lodged in her throat she wished she could just throw up.

Just before credits ended she heard a car pull in the drive, Probably dad... I should have known Zay would be late. He's probably knot deep in Cassandra!

The front door opened, shut, then she could feel a presence over the back of the couch. She just sniffled and wiped her tears away.

"Cassandra says hi."

She popped up turning to look at him with wide eyes, "Y...You're back..."

"I told you I'd only be gone an hour tops, a swab here a swab there, piss in a cup and a little blood sample." He reached back in his pocket and pulled out a small sucker with clear wrapping. "Here, I got one for you too."

Her paw rose and she took it gently, looking at the flat, blue, hard candy on a stick. "S-so... how'd it go?"

He rounded the couch and sat by her feet, "Went like they usually do, quick. With Cassandra basicly standing over me asking questions."

She sat up, one leg folded on the couch the other on the floor, "S-so you didn't do anything...?"

Zay turned his eyes toward, then his head, "Do anything? Is that what those tear streaks are for? You thought I was banging Cassandra?"

Zayra's ears flipped back, darkening as a rush of blood stung her ears in embarrassment.

He put a hand on the couch as he leaned closer and put his forehead to hers, free hand lifting to hold her cheek, "I didn't have sex with her. I could have if I wanted to, but I won't do anything like that unless you tell me I can."

She sniffed, "If I tell you you can? Like... if I give permission?"

He scooted closer and pulled her to his chest, "Zayra, I admit, I am one hell of a horn dog. I can't deny that. But I love you and the last thing I want is my twin sister thinking she can't trust me because I, as your boyfriend, did something as stupid as cheating on you." He rose her face to look at him, using his thumbs to wipe her eyes, "You are my world, and I've nothing to live for without you. Yes I want to have sex with you, and I'm a bit pent up from not getting off on some good old fashion pussy, but if it means your comfort and your happiness..." He pulled her nose to his and smiled as he stared into her teary eyes, "Then it's worth it."

She sniffled and rose her hands to his arms, "You deserve to be happy, and I don't even know if I'm doing this whole girlfriend thing right..."

Zay snickered and kissed her nose, "I have the best sister in the world, and a fantastic girlfriend. Yeah I like sex, but you're more important than railing ass. I can wait..." His ears flicked back and his red eyes turned away, "Granted your heat and horny smell really make it hard..."

Zayra giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her nose in his fur as she inhaled. Sweat... Cologne... Some arousal but not much... With a soft breath of relief she lounged on him, pressing him back to lay on the couch. "I'm sorry Zay..."

His hand brushed her ears, "Yer fine sis, finals, stress, the whole Gerald thing, yer having a rough time. I get it."

"On top of this stupid stomach ache," She said with a huff.

Zay pulled her close with a squeeze and pet along her back, "Did you eat something that didn't agree with you? Caught a bug?"

"I dunno it's been like this for a couple days now... It just seems to keep getting worse."

For a moment he was quiet, resting his head on hers while he rubbed her back. "Hey sis... Whens the last time you had your period?"

She looked up at him, "My period...?" Almost as soon as she said it she felt a shudder run through her spine, fur prickling up on end. My period! I don't have a pad on! She bounced from the couch and bolted up the steps into the bathroom. Quick to slam the door and fumble with her sleep shorts to shove them down. Her ears flushed with heat and eyes welling up with tears as she noticed the heavy smear of blood across her favorite pair of purple cotton panties.

Sitting she took a moment to collect herself, then moved her underwear and the awful feeling plumted into her gut. Her navy blue shorts had an odd darker wet spot on them. Why me... Why does this happen to me... With her head in her hands she sniffled at her own embarrassment.

After a few minutes a soft knock fell on the door, "Sis? You okay?"

"No," she choked and wiped her eyes with the back of her hands.

"What's wrong?"

She gripped the hem of her soiled underwear and shorts, squeezing her eyes tight, "C-can you... Get me a new pair of underwear... and s-shorts..."

There was a moment of quiet, "Yeah hang on." Then his footsteps fell away.

Tears dribbled down her cheeks, sniffling as her nose started to run. I can't believe I had to ask my brother to go get me new clothes... I can't believe I bled through... She jumped a bit as a knock fell on the door, then it cracked open, Zays hand showing for only a moment as he tossed the clothes across the bathroom to land within her reach.

"Do you need anything else?"

Wiping her tears again she sniffed hard, "N-no... Thanks Zay."

"I'm gonna call mom and ask about dinner, I'm getting hungry. You need anything just bark." The door closed softly before he walked away.

She let out a heavy sigh and used some toilet paper to wipe herself down to clean herself up a bit. Then kicked her dirty clothes away and pulled her clean ones to her knees. Digging under the sink to pick out the new package of pads and open it. With a pad on she wiped one last time for good measure and got up, adjusting her underwear a little to make sure the pad didn't leak out the front.

Finally she flushed and picked up her soiled clothes, wringing them in cold water until clear. Then with them in hand she made for the kitchen, glancing at Zay who was on the phone with his head in the fridge.

"I mean I could try and throw something together... Honestly this fridge looks bare..."

"Well if you'd stop eating so much we'd have more leftovers," Mary sassed through the phone before Zayra trotted down the steps to the small laundry area.

"I'm starvin mom..." the fridge shut and the freezer opened. "Oh we have fish... Yah want breaded or not? I could go for some fish, been eating a lot of chicken lately... Baked fish sounds good. ... 'Ight, I'll get it in the oven, dad should be home soon." There was a heavy clatter of what almost sounded like rocks. "Nah we got it mom, and I don't want dad to over season it... Unlike dad I like a little lemon pepper with my fish, not a little fish with my lemon pepper... ... Kay, see you in an hour."

Zayra worked at using some stain remover on her clothes blood spots and then tossed it in the washer before padding back up the steps. "So fish for dinner?"

Zay tossed a cooking sheet on the stove and reached up to the top of the fridge for the box of aluminum foil. "Yeah, you want lemon pepper on yours or garlic?"

"Lemon pepper," she said gently, rubbing her arms gently, feeling odd in her tighter grey shorts.

He laid the foil on the tray and his ears perked, turning to face her. "Hey... You okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine," she said gently and padded into the living room to sit on the couch. Attempting to distract herself with the TV.

Zay rolled in his bed to look at his ceiling, ears back with a worried frown. He could hear his sister in the bathroom, an unusual thing for her. An ear flicked as the sink ran, for a rather long time. She's not washing her hands... She must have had a leak again... Dads still snoring... Moms probably awake but not bothering to move...

Finally the water stopped and she returned to her room, but he distinctly heard the elastic of her mattress sheet pop off a corner. Shit... She got blood on her bed too? Should I get up and help?

He rolled to face his wall, pulling his feet up as he crossed his arms, I dunno... She was so embarrassed this morning she barely ate dinner. If I let her know that I know what she did maybe she'll be too embarrassed to sleep... We have school in the morning...

I know I'm her brother and I want her to be comfortable but knowing her she'd still be so embarrassed... I can't say I wouldn't be either in her place. I mean... she stripped me down to my birthday suit after I puked and pissed on not only myself but her... As the memory replayed in his mind his ears darkened with a blush. God I'm pathetic... Fucking hard ass Zay puke and piss scared of thunder and lightning, stripped by my own baby sister because I couldn't even find the will to move...

His tail came up in front of him and he held it in his hands, using the tip to cover his head with a huff. Yeah... I'll just leave her be... I think that would be best. Maybe I'll try talking to her tomorrow, find a way to put her to rest about it... I don't want her to be so embarrassed... Makes my stomach upset.

Morning rolled around and his alarm went off, rolling to pad around for his phone to make it go silent. Slowly he sat up and yawned, stretching his arms up before smacking his lips. Gathering his school clothes he went for his morning shower, kicking the door shut and tossing his clothes down, stripping and lifting the toilet seat to relieve himself.

With a heavy sigh he rose his head, eyes turning toward the odd color in the white sink. His ears lifting with a brow as he noticed her grey shorts and the orange underwear he'd brought her were in the sink. Soaking in some water that was a little pink tinted. Sighing he turned away and showered.

Once out he ruffled his hair before doing it up in a mohawk, checking it a bit as he went to rinse the comb. Fuck it, I need the sink... He set the comb aside and drained the sink, wringing out her clothes a bit before setting them aside to rinse his comb and wash his hands. Then gathered his clothes and trotted out.

He passed Zayra in the hallway but didn't say anything, tossing his clothes in his hamper. Gonna need to do laundry after school... With wallet, phone, and belt he headed down the steps for breakfast, noticing the table was empty of plates or food, Henry wasn't present yet.

Mary clattered a pan onto the stove, "You don't usually beat your father to the table. Wonder if he's having issues with his tie."

Zay leaned back with his hands in his pockets, "Or got himself in a shirt that's mine... Whats for breakfast?"

"Eggs, how do you want yours, bacon master."

"Over easy's fine," he said as he stood and rummaged in the fridge, "Dads gonna want his gross sausage right?"

"Yes," Henry said as he trotted down the steps, "And it's not gross."

His tail flicked as he pulled it out, "Is to me."

"What is that thing you like to say... Picky eaters don't survive the zombie apocalypse," Henry stated with a breath of a chuckle. Pouring his coffee in a mug.

Zays right ear flicked a bit as he used some bacon grease out of a jar to grease another pan, flicking on the stove. "Sausage requires lots of seasons and aging, and bacon is thin strips of good old fashion meat... Bacon wins." He pulled out a few strips and laid them in the pan, using a fork to push them around the grease.

Just before the bacon was done Zayra padded down the steps with an armful of clothes, headed for the laundry room.

Zay tried to keep his eyes on the bacon, tail flicking a bit.

She came back up after starting the washer and sat in her chair.

"Zayra honey how do you want your eggs?"

"Scrambled," she said, paws in her lap. Ears folded back with a dark blush.

After six pieces of bacon were done he laid them on a plate and then dug in the freezer for the sausage patties. Once they were done he set them on another plate with Henrys sunny side up eggs and laid them on the table.

Pulling out of the driveway after breakfast Zay nestled back into his seat. Eyes glancing over at Zayra who was looking out the window. Is now a good time? Should I put her at ease? That I don't mind a little blood, I know it's natural and she can't help it... I mean yeah it's kinda gross but... She's my sister, and my girlfriend, I don't want her to be embarrassed because she bled through, or had a leak, or just because she's bleeding... Shit...

As a brother I shouldn't care it's her thing, but at the same time I'm her boyfriend and I should be encouraging and show tolerance of a completely natural and necessary thing... Fuck!

She curled her tail around her feet, "So... do you think you're ready for finals next week?"

"Could use some more work in Biology, and maybe math. I still don't have that parentheses crap down." His eyes craned over to her, "Could we... Study after school? I've got a practice test on friday..."

Her shoulders rose in a shrug, "I suppose we could. I need to work on my english..."

He let out a soft breath of relief, but his hands tightened on the wheel, clearing his throat. "H-hey sis?"

"Yeah," she replied gently, eyes still out the window.

Zays tail puffed and flicked then reached over and took her hand to hold it tightly.

She turned to him, shifting in her seat, and her hand gripped back, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he said quietly, feeling a little more relaxed as her thumb ran over his bare knuckles. "This whole boyfriend brother stuff is confusing as hell..."

"What do you mean?"

Sighing he shrugged, "I dunno, it's just confusing. Where do I draw the line? When should I be a brother and when should I be acting like a boyfriend?" He could feel tears forming, but he wiped them away before they spilled over, "I just want to do this right... I know I'm going to screw up but I don't want you to hate me for it..."

His ears were back, dark with a blush as tears continued to want to spill. God damn it... I'm a fucking mess... I want my own fucking sister instead of dating any other girl in the world. Why did this have to be us... A hand touched his face and he sniffed as she wiped his tears away.

"Zay... Even you said it, you're my brother first. I don't know what I'm doing either but I know we're gonna make mistakes. We can get through it though.... Together..."

With a ragged breath he sighed and squeezed her hand tight in her lap, pulling into the line of cars to the school parking lot. "Thanks sis... I needed to hear that."

Pulling into a parking spot at last he sighed heavily again and slumped in his seat, still holding Zayras hand tightly.

She, however, pulled away, "Come on Zay, you need to wash your face."

With a half smile he got out and followed her, taking her hand again as their tails curled together. Parting just long enough to use some cool water to help with his puffy eyes and salt streaks that were forming where tears had spilled over. Then going to class.

Zayra was wondering down the hall for social studies, looking down at her phone as she walked with the hoard of people. "<I am so ready for school to be over. All these practice tests and reviewing is driving me nuts.>"

"<No kidding, Mrs Lacri was not happy with my scores. I suck at poetry... and spelling...>" Zay replied.

"<At least you don't forget how to spell 'of' and have to look it up.>"

"<Didn't you do that last year? Did a whole book report with 'ov'?>"

"<Yeah, had to stay after class to write it on the board a hundred times...>"

"<Still not as bad as sunday school when we were little... I will not kiss boys on the cheek because its a sin... a thousand times... Mom was so mad.>"

Zayra turned a corner and an arm wrapped around her shoulders, a hard body pressing close to her side.

"Boo," Zay chuckled. "How's your stomach?"

Her hand tucked her phone in her back pocket, the other falling to her stomach as if to reassure herself. "Better than yesterday for sure, but lunch was terrible."

"It was, it hardly classified as edible cardboard tacos. I think they got a cheaper brand of refried beans, I thought it was lumpy clay..."

Stepping into class Zayra plopped down and pulled out her notebook and social studies textbook. "Did you finish the study guide?"

"No, but I did what I could. Still can't remember what general lead the revolution for anthro rights..."

"Colton Haxford," Zayra said, rummaging around for her pencil bag.

Zay was also digging, "Crap... hey sis you got an extra pencil? I can't find mine."

She pulled out the net bag and tossed it on his desk. "Trying to find my big eraser...Got it." She sat up with a massive eraser, worn around the edges. Her tail shifted to her side to curl with Zays as he dug through her pencil bag and pulled out a blue mechanical pencil.

"Thanks sis."

"Just make sure I get it back," She said. Opening her textbook for her study guide.

After class started they were deep into correcting their study guide, flipping through the booklet. Zayras ears twitching every time Zay yawned. Her stomach twisting and an uncomfortable gush of blood every time she shifted on the hard seat. Quietly rubbing it to help sooth it.

The hour long class drew on in a crawl, enough that Zay seemed to keep dozing off beside her. The noisy scrapes of Mrs Johnson writing on the chalkboard would make him open his eyes again but they drifted close again.

The lavender and pink kangaroo laid down the chalk as she turned, "Now then, I expect all of you to have completed your study guides. No excuses now..." Her blue eyes craned onto Zay, picking up a small wooden ruler by the chalk board and smacking it with a loud crack.

His ears shot up, eyes open and blinking slowly.

"Zay are you sleeping through my class?"

"No Mrs Johnson," he replied gently.

"Good, so I expect a good score on your final," she laid the ruler down. "Monday will be our last day to review, your final will be Tuesday, so be sure to study hard. Everything in the final is in your study guide so there is no excuses for a bad grade." She turned to the clock then nodded, "And remember to have a good weekend."

The students started packing up their things, Zay yawning a bit as he packed his textbook, then handed back the pencil. "I wonder what mom wants to do for dinner... Doubt there's enough chicken... Could do fish... again..."

"Cereal sounds good," Zayra said. "Or ice cream... Or mac and cheese..."

"Mac and cheese does sound good," Zay commented lightly. "Think we're out of it though... Mom needs to go grocery shopping again..."

"Could just make a mayo, katchup, pickle sandwich..."

His lip rose, nose wrinkled, "With dads wheat bread..."

She giggled, zipping her bag closed and sitting up to set her phone on her desk and turn up the notification and ringtone. "We could stop for something on the way home."

"True... I could ask mom about it... Bucket a chicken... or maybe some family meal..." He whipped out his phone and started texting. "So how much of the study guide did I miss?"

"I don't know, I wasn't watching you sleep," she stuck her tongue out.

"I wasn't asleep... dozing... and thinking..." He laid his phone down as he slouched, paws pushing at his jeans a bit.

Her ears darkened, noticing a rather firm bulge on his crotch. Her nose turned away, eyes darting around to see if anyone had watched her eye her brothers crotch. As the bell rang she got up, shouldering her bag as Zay came up beside her and wrapped their tails together.

In the hall with dozens of noisy students she kept herself close to Zay, laying her head on his shoulder as he laid an arm around hers. In the main hall she felt his whiskers on her head by her ear.

"Might need a bit before we study, been fighting a boner since lunch."

Her ears laid back and darkened, "Why?"

"Jason's got a new boyfriend and they were suckin face like no one was watching. I swear to god if a teacher hadn't told em to stop they'd have fucked on the table." He pulled her against him tighter, whispering right in her ear, "So all I wanna do is pin you on the couch."

Her paws pushed at the hem of her shirt, ears burning hot as her folds twitched. A shudder up her spine at an uncomfortable gush of warmth flooded her pad, "Z-Zay... We're at school."

"Not for long," he chuckled. Trotting down the few lobby steps toward the main entrance, "Besides, I swear I'm getting a wift of excitement from you."

Zayra whimpered, reaching up to grip her ears and pull them to hide the burning lavender.

He gave her a sly smile leading her to the car and pulling out of the parking lot. However he didn't say anything, just pulled at his lengthening chin hairs. Seeming to maul something, but the bulge of his jeans was apparent, slipping along the right side and pressing against his phone in his front pocket.

Her paws crammed between her thighs, ears burning with a blush. Shy memories flooding her head of all they have done before. Her folds twitching, shudders as she leaked into her pad. If I wasn't on my period I might humor him...

Pulling into the drive they climbed out and trotted up the steps, Zays keys jingling as he unlocked the front door.

She closed it behind her and tossed her bag on the couch, "Did mom have any dinner plans?"

"Not that I know of," he said, tossing his bag by the stairs as he stepped up them. "I might hit the shower."

Zayra watched him disappear into his room and sighed a bit, turning to walk into the kitchen and check it for any food left out. Well she didn't leave anything... Still she might have a plan. I'm not all that hungry though. I can wait. Turning back into the living room she laid out on the couch with her Nutrition study guide and book.

Reading through a few passages she flicked an ear, half realizing Zay hadn't started a shower yet. Wonder if he's distracted by his ph.... Her ears twisted back as she heard footfalls down the hall and stairs.

Then without much warning his legs straddled hers and his large paws pressed against the couch cushions by her ribs. "What cha doin?"

She blushed lightly, feeling his bulging jeans against her tail, "Working on my nutrition stuff... Why?"

He purred and laid his chin on her shoulder, "Yah know half this stuff is common sense right?"

Zayra felt a lump in her throat, a rattled gasp leaving her as his hips ground down against her tail. "Z-zay."

He hushed her gently, running his nose along her neck as he inhaled deeply. "Mmm... God you smell good when you're turned on."

A cold shiver raced up her spine followed by a flash of heat, folds twitching with an unsettling rush of fluid. "Zay... I'm on my period... I c-can't..."

His nose rose up to the base of her ear, hot breath against her earring before his lips wrapped around her flesh.

Tendrils of pleasure swelled in her gut, paws gripping the couch cushions with a soft groan.

His hips pushed against her harder, purry growls into her ear with an occasional huff.

Even though she couldn't really feel his bulge through both of their jeans, the rocking movement of his hips drove her high. Grinding her bud on the pad in her underwear, helping her fantasize what it might feel like to actually have sex. However, despite the intimate moment a sudden burst of fear yanked her from her fantasy and she pushed her back to his chest. "Zay wait."

He paused his grinding, lifting himself up and put an arm around her ribs, "What?"

She turned around and sat, pressing her knees together, "I'm on my period Zay, I don't wanna make a mess..."

His ears splayed and fell back, sighing almost defeatedly. Eyes wondering away and then back as he smiled, "I got an idea." He took her hand and lead her up the stairs toward the bathroom.

"Zay what are we doing?

He drug her in and closed the door, flicking on the light as he turned and pressed her against the wall. Burying his tongue past her surprised lips. His hands ran down her sides, groping her hips, pressing his bulge against her groin.

Zayra couldn't help but whimper under his touch, hands lifting to rake the fur at the base of his neck, feeling him press harder. What could he have in mind... He promised no penetration until I was ready! Her leg rose as his hand slid under her thigh, leading her further against him.

His lips fell away as she panted for air, hands sliding up under her shirt and tank top, heavy kisses on her neck. "Fuck sis... You've really gotten good at this..."

Biting her lip she let out a whined moan, trembling as his teeth raked her fur, lips sucking her hide into his mouth over his tongue. "Z-Zay... Oh god..." her claws raked across the back of his neck as his own railed up her back.

Purring his claws picked at her bra, releasing the hooks. Then his hands pulled her shirts over her head, tossing them to the floor. Lips returning to hers, distracting her with pleasure as he escorted her bra off her arms and to the ground before he kicked it away.

Her hands fell down to his chest, gripping his shirt with a soft wheeze as he filled her mouth again. Light headed, a little dizzy, and her knees ready to buckle under her. "Zay... Zay slow down."

Large paws slid up her sides, one running around down her back to hold just above her tail. The other ran it's thumb over a nipple as he cupped it. Panting into her parted lips with a tickle of a saliva string between their wet tongues. "Sorry... Just can't get enough of you."

Zayra gripped the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and helping it over his head. Swallowing a lump in her throat she explored his chest. The soft white fur that coated his lean muscled frame. Feeling each hill and valley down his front. Her leg fell back to the floor as her small paws ran down to his cloth belt.

Her hearing was a bit waterlogged and distant, deafened with their heavy breathing and the thumping of her heart in her chest. Her pretty blue claws picking at the metal rings of his belt, freeing the cloth and letting the two ends dangle. Thumb running over the coppery button before her, zipper strained with his bulge that extend right across his hip to his pocket.

With a pop and zip his jeans were undone, rewarding her with an excited moan against her neck and another rough kiss into the tender spot under the saliva wetted fur. Biting her lip she pushed at his jeans, a shudder up her spine as their naked chests pressed together.

His hands were exploring her back, raking at her to keep her close while he ground his jeans against her hands. Then his hands dropped down and groped both jeaned cheeks in his hands and pulled her firmly to his body. A soft but deep growl echoing from his chest as his hands kneaded her contained flesh.

Zayra pushed his pants off, boxers falling free, ears dark with a blush while his cock bounced to stand perfectly erect against her stomach. "Zay... I dunno about th-"

His tongue rose up her neck, cutting her off with a soft moan. "Shh, don't worry about a thing." His large hands slid around and unbuckled her leather braided belt, popped the button and tore the zipper down as he opened her pants. "Just go with it, and trust me."

She gulped over a lump in her throat and grasped his face in both hands, kissing him deeply. Distracted by his broad tongue across hers and the tender clack of teeth, she barely felt her pants fall away, left only in a pair of old bloodstained, blue panties. Ears burning in embarrassment, feeling his hands trace around the worn elastic around her hips.

His movements didn't stop. Grinding up against her, moaning each breath into her mouth eagerly. Then his hands shifted up to the top elastic and hooked it with his thumbs. Lips muffling a whimper as he pushed them down to fall on her pants around her ankles. Lifting his hands back up to pull their naked bodies together and lead her to step away from their fallen clothes.

Zayras tail tucked a bit, half shuffling as she tried to keep her thighs tight together to prevent any drips. "Are you-"

"Yes, I'm sure, now hush and get in the tub," He ordered. Holding her arm gently as she stepped in.

She lifted her leg, straddling the tubs side for only a moment before she saw red drip to the white side. "Zay-"

"Get in, it'll rinse off."

Stepping away into the tub she sighed, ears back and tail tucked. Hands awkwardly trying to cover herself.

Zay stepped in with her, hands taking hers to pull them away from her body. His ears rose, smiling down at her with his soft cherry red eyes, "Relax sis. It's not like it's the first time I've seen you naked." His form shifted close, pressing his pointed tip against her soft belly fur while his whiskers brushed against hers. "Hopefully not the last time either."

A shudder made her fur stand on end for a moment, mouth agape to accept his tongue. Noses pressed together as he breathed a sigh.

His flesh throbbed against her, knot pressing to her mound. Teeth finding her lip gingerly as he broke the kiss. Hands trailing down her arms to hold her sides while he ground up into her.

Zayra sucked in a breath as his knot pressed on her bud. Sending shivers up her spine as tendrils of pleasure started to fill her stomach. Her hands fell to his shoulders, feeling the bare muscle under his soft fur. I can't believe he wants to grind on me while I'm on my period... This is so gross!

His hands pulled her closer as he pressed his chest against hers. A hot pant of a breath filling her lungs as she breathed it in. "Press your knees together."

As she did she felt his hand drop, a rush of fear as his hips pulled back and he directed his rock hard cock down. Smearing his precum along her stomach and down to her mound. With her hands on his chest she protested, "Zay wait, you promised you wouldn't penetrate."

He smirked and kissed her lips, "I won't. Just keep your legs closed."

Grumbling she obeyed, ears burning as she felt his tip slide between her thighs. Followed by tickles of pleasure as the top of his shaft parted her folds just enough to grind right against her bud. Slipping further until he pressed his knot to her mound.

He let out a gasp and held her buttocks tight, pulling her lightly from the wall as he started to thrust. Slow and gentle, but his hands were hard.

Zayra grit her teeth to hold back a moan as the wet slick noises echoed around them. Each thrust driving her higher. Fingers wound into his chest fur, eyes closed as she laid her head against his throat, tucking under his jaw.

His head pressed to hers, panting as he thrusted. "Oh god sis... Ohh fuck." His hips slapped into hers faster, letting out a hot pant against the back of her neck. "This so beats a stupid fleshlight... Oh fuck sis..."

She pressed her head to his chest, knees trembling under her, "Zay... I'm... I'm gonna come..." She could feel his cock throb, a hesitation in his pace before he sped up, slapping into her mound. Opening her eyes a rock plummeted into her gut.

Bits of red soaked into the sheath around his knot and dots that speckled around his white furred groin.

She pulled her head back, "Zay, Zay wait. You're getting blood on you."

His left hand rose to the back of her neck and pulled her close to him again, laying her head on his shoulder. "I don't care... A little blood ain't gonna stop me from loving you."

Tears welled up in her eyes a bit. He... He doesn't care... He's gonna have blood stains and he doesn't care... Clawing at his shoulders she pushed her hips to his, earning her a hearty gasp from his lips and his fingers pressed into her soft malidable flesh.

His lips trailed along her head as he breathed, panting into her hair, yanking her eagerly into his body. Claws raking her fur.

Her mind grew foggy, biting her lip with a groan. Her hands slid up to his shoulders as his body dropped, altering his angle while his back arched to lick up her throat and along her neck. Half slamming his hips up against her with a quiet growl.

She kept her knees pressed together, trembling and weak as he drove her higher. "Z-Zay..."

His breath came out in a huff, ears flicking back with a slow grind of his hips, "Fuck Zee you feel amazing." His large paws ran up her back raking the softness up to her shoulders. His lips trailed across her cheek and found hers.

Zayras knees shook as their tongues pressed together, breathing in each other's breath before he filled her mouth. Trailing along his teeth and curling her tongue around his, playing back and forth. She felt her back press against the cold wall, moaning into his mouth between pants of air.

Again his claws raked down her body, but this time he grabbed her hips and spun her around, pressing her face to the wall as he drug out her hips to bend her over.

She put her hands to the tile and blushed, looking over her shoulder, "Zay what are you doing?"

"Chill, just wanna try a different position," he slid his cock down the crack of her ass, sending a shudder up her spine.

She could feel a gush of blood from her slit as it gave an aroused tremble, ears flattened back in her embarrassment. Knees still pressed together she whimpered, feeling his tip against her, parting her folds to grind right against her. He's so close... He could stick it in! Just... One little move and he's in me!

Zay moaned by her ears as he thrusted close, smacking his hips to her rump. "Fuck sis... you're so warm." His hands slid up her sides to her chest.

Her teeth grit, another shiver flooding through her as his large warm hands and rough paw pads grasped her breasts. With her head against the wall she panted, tongue hanging out, threatening to drool. Her whimpers heightening in pitch until her legs shook and a broken gasp left her mouth gaping, eyes rolling back as her blood soaked warmth trembled and gooed.

His pace quickened, his head pressed to the back of hers, a whimpered huff of a growl tickled the fur between her shoulder blades. "God I love the way you come." His hands sinking down her front, holding her at the crease of her thighs. "I can only imagine how good it really is wrapped around my cock..."

Zayra let out a little whimper, I dunno if thats a tease or a threat...

He put his lips to the back of her neck, "You've no idea how badly I wanna rail you sis... Just imagining it makes me wanna cum." He let out a groan and pant on her fur, kissing deeply into her neck.

She panted with him, eyes closed as he thrusted, looking down past her boobs to her bloodied crotch. His purple cock popping out from between her slick thighs before sinking away from her. "H-harder..."

His claws scraped at her skin as he started pulling, "Fuck... fuck sis more... Moan for me."

She couldn't will her eyes open, biting her lip roughly, "Please Zay... Harder... I wanna come again." She swore she could feel his tongue roll past his teeth. She whined as her pleasure started to rise again.

His large hands held her tight, claws raking fur, cock spreading her thighs, smearing them with blood and precum. "Louder sis... We're home alone for at least another hour... The neighbors ain't gonna hear us..."

Zayra grit her teeth hard, pressing her hips back against him to meet a thrust, claws scratching the tile. "Harder... Please!" She felt his back press to hers, his hot breath making her fur stand on end. Fit to crumble under his weight, knees jelly as he let out a low growl in her ear.

She couldn't hold back her pants and gasps, face hot and ears burning. Skin crawling as her body felt icy under his heated touch. Her eyes rolled back and closed, assaulted with fantasies of his tip slipping, stuffing her as full as possible. Of every wet slap that echoed in the small bathroom his knot against her folds. Her quivers his throbbing flesh.

Zay grunted, shifting his footing just a little, but his hands slipped down to her thighs so his arms tightly held her hips. Arching his back his pace picked up, nose and panting lips brushing across her neck to her shoulder, "Oh fuck yes..."

She couldn't find words, just moaning quietly, trying to keep her knees pressed together. I'm gonna come... He's gonna cum!... Oh god Zay don't stop!

His lips shifted to the back of her neck, she could feel his teeth grit as he caught some of her fur, hissing through his teeth. "Just a little more..."

A broken whimper passed her lips, eyes still squeezed shut, mind flooded with the singular thought of his flesh burried deep in her. "C-cum in me..."

For half a heart beat there seemed to be a pause, then his teeth grabbed the soft skin of her scruff and pulled with a slam of his hips.

Zayra let out a startled cry, back tipping, pushing her butt up. Causing his cock to grind right across her bud. Her body tensed, trembling uselessly as her pleasure boiled in her stomach and chest. Tendrils of pleasure down her back from her scruff. Feeling his soft moan of a growl through his teeth.

Then it was like a rock slammed into her stomach, followed by a rush of heat and pleasure bursting through her body. Her legs shook, a broken gasp choked back, leaving her mouth gaping.

He yanked back on her scruff with a rumbled growl, pressing his hips against her with the softest humps. The first rope smacking the tile wall, splattering and pouring into the tub.

For a few moments all she could hear was panting, feeling his teeth on her skin as he still held her. The pain was light, and she almost didn't care as her hot and cold flashes washed over her body.

Finally he let go, hands shaking a bit on her thighs, lips kissing at her scruff while catching his breath. His hands rose up her front and wrapped around her ribs, hugging her close, "You okay?"

Her head bobbed, "Yeah... A-Are you?"

He purred into her neck, cuddling to her, "Yeah..." His lips ran across the side of her neck then up to her cheek where he kissed her, sighing heavily. "We should probably take a shower..."

Her ears splayed, shifting her knees apart while pulling away, "Just maybe?" Her eyes taking in the otherwise horrifying sight. Blood caked her thighs, soaking her white fur and drips trailing down her inner thighs, even speckling the tub between her feet.

Zay rubbed the back of his neck a bit, "Are you sure you're okay? There's... an awful lot of blood... I don't think I slipped in..."

Zayra rolled her eyes a bit, "I'm fine... Just a little weak." She stepped around to turn her side to him, ears shooting up as warmth squished between her toes. Looking down her ears flicked back, "D-Do you feel better?"

His ears darkened with a blush, "Yeeaaahh..."

She stepped back a bit, "Go ahead and start your shower... I uh... Have to pee..."

"Yah sure you don't wanna try some watersports since we're already in the tub? I mean..." He looked away a bit, "It's not like we can get that much messier..."

Zayra scrunched her nose, "Do you usually pee in the shower?"

"No, but no point in getting out when yah gotta go," he said light heartedly. "Besides, you're dripping... and you stepped in jizz."

She looked down at her foot, smearing cum along the bottom of the tub. "I dunno... I've... never... um..." Suddenly she felt like crying. Pee?! In front of him? I'm already dripping blood, stepped in cum, lets just toss on another bodily fluid! I still struggle peeing when someone walks into a public bathroom! How am I suppose to pee in front of him!?

He put a hand on her head and pet her ears, "You're overthinking it again. It can wait sis but you still gotta clean up before you can get out." He reached over and turned on the water, checking the temperature before pulling up the tab to turn on the shower. Pulling the curtain shut.

Zayra let out a breath and stood under the water to wash her fur, trying to ignore that Zay was standing right behind her, probably eying her rear end. Using her paws she rubbed her crotch and legs to rinse out the red before stepping back and letting Zay have his turn to get wet. While she lathered she couldn't help but squirm her legs. Blatter feeling uncomfortably full. Shoulda peed before we left school... I really gotta go!

Zay was distracted, pulling off the hose to rinse down the cum from the wall. Hanging it back up he rubbed his hair between his ears, "So... Are you craving anything for dinner?"

"Not really," she whimpered.

He turned to her, then his eyes glanced down as her knees pressed together, "Are you dancing?"

"No... maybe... The warm water isn't helping," she splayed her ears with a dark blush.

He smirked a bit but stepped around her, pushing her under the water to rinse. His hands gently lathering her back.

She could feel her eyes sting, but wasn't sure if it was nervous tears or the soap from her hair. If her blatter wasn't so full she'd be almost comforted with the gesture. Feeling his hands in her fur, rubbing gently in places he knew she could reach just fine. Extra tingles crossing her skin.

"There, rinse off and go pee sis."

She stepped further into the streaming water, then back out of the way to wring herself out before stepping onto the bath rug. I hope he's not upset... He seemed like he really wanted to try it... Sitting on the toilet her ears flicked back, knees pressed together with a towel clung to her chest. Her eyes closed, doing her best to ignore him as he continued washing. Finally she let out a breath, relief washing over her.

The shower shut off and he shook before climbing out and grabbing a towel.

Her ears darkening as she saw him stark naked and still dripping wet. He wasn't all fur, the matted strands clung to the ripples of muscle along his entire frame, even along his hips and thighs. Contouring to each soft hill and valley, making them even more noticable despite the ashy black color.

He dried his hair and rubbed along his ears, "So... Anything sound good for dinner? I'm starving..."

Awkwardly she pressed her knees together hard, squeezing the fibers of the towel in her grasp. "There might be some canned soup or something... Maybe some mac and cheese?" Attention broken from his muscled frame she noticed that his pearly white fur was stained a hue of pink but he didn't seem to really care.

I suppose we did wash it off pretty quick... Unlike with me where it stains for a few days because I have to basically sit in it...

He stepped out of the bathroom, and she heard him push open a door.

With a heavy breath she gathered her dirty clothes, tucking the towel carefully to prevent any dripping in the hallway. She was just about to make the journey for clothing when Zay popped his head in and offered out her pajamas and a pair of blood stained underwear.

"Not taking the risk, go ahead and get dressed sis, I'll see what I can find for dinner," he said with a soft smile.

She took them, blushing darkly, "Th-thanks..."

He disappeared down the hall to get dressed.

After shimmying up her panties with a carefully placed pad she tossed on her clothes, hung up her towel and padded out. Tossing her dirty clothes in her hamper she let out a half relieved sigh before heading for the kitchen to find Zay setting a pot of water on the stove.

"Found some baked beans and mac and cheese, don't have any hot dogs but I'll text mom or dad to pick some up on the way home."

She nodded a bit, then turned.

"Hey Zayra," he said gently.

Ears lifting she turned back to him, "Yeah?"

He smiled gently, "Come here." Offering a paw toward her.

Hesitantly she complied, being pulled into a rather tight hug. She smiled a bit and cuddled into his freshly showered form, purring as she inhaled his sweet earthy smell.

His lips pressed by her ear, "I would avoid begging me to come in you unless you're willing to take the risk of me actually doing it. It was way too tempting."

She swallowed over a soft lump in her throat, "D-did I actually say that out loud?"

"More like moaned it, but yeah it was out loud... It was hot, don't get me wrong it was hot as hell to hear and I about nutted on command, but... Next time I can't guarantee I won't do it when you beg in a heated moment." His lips kissed her cheek, arms giving her another squeeze. "I just don't wanna do anything until you're actually ready..."

She put her arms around his ribs and laid her head on his collar bone, "Thanks Zay..."