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Ethan kicked his pants and underwear off from around his ankles, awkwardly wedging a toe under the bunched-up legs of his cargo pants so he could peel them off while his hands were occupied. The tiger settled back in his bean bag chair, legs spread wide, laptop balancing on the edge of an end table that his parents had thrown in the bedroom after he left for college. Over the last two years, his childhood bedroom had slowly filled with various bits of domestic refuse, old electronics, and dated interior décor. Come winter break, he pushed enough boxes out of the way to forge a path from the door to the bed and pulled the trusty beanbag chair out from the closet.

With his right hand stretched across the keyboard to type a handful of words that would make his ancestors' toes curl, he gingerly let the handful of lube he had poured into his paw run down his erection. His tail lashed against the floor, the most outward expression of his youthful libido. He clicked on a video, the runtime just long enough to let him relax but not long enough to be boring, then skipped a few minutes in to get to the good stuff, and laid back.

He sunk into the bean bag, a deep, satisfied rumble escaping his lips as his slick paw ran down his aching erection, under the weighty sack of his manhood, and to the sensitive ring of flesh under his tail. Scooting down slightly to make room for himself, he slowly pushed a finger in, letting the sensation of pressure wash over him, his penis twitching with renewed need. He internally debated his options--a quick jerk-off versus spending the next hour unwinding in a haze of porn and self-pleasure. He chose the former and slipped the finger out, squeezing his hand around his erection. The head of his penis flared, a little dribble of pre running down his fingers.

The door swung open, propelled by Riley's shoulder as she balanced two bags of groceries under her arms.

"Hey bro, I got--" She stopped, her paws skidding on the carpet. She raised her eyebrows as she took in the scene unfolding on the floor. "--wow, you don't let up, do you? Second time today."

Ethan nearly sprang out of his chair, his legs instinctively curling up to his chest to hide his dignity. "Ey!" His ears pinned themselves to his head. "Fuck, don't you know how to knock?" Once he got over the shock of the intrusion, he put his legs back down and let his hand rest in the crook between his groin and thigh. The siblings had seen each other in far more intimate contexts.

Riley motioned to the bags occupying her hands. "I was going to say, I borrowed dad's car and got you some brownie mix along with everything else since it was all you could talk about last night." The tigress shook the snow from her hair, sending little snowflakes flying into the carpet.

"Oh, thanks--hey, how did you know I jerked off this morning?" The sounds of the porn video filled the room, occupying the awkward silence between the siblings.

Riley put down the bags, extracted herself from her winter coat, and closed the door with a rearward kick of her foot. She rummaged around one of the bags and pulled out a soda, twisting the cap with the hem of her t-shirt. "Okay, first of all, your room is right next to mine, and second, the speakers on your phone project a lot more than you think they do." A playful smirk ran across the tigress's face as she leaned against the wall, her legs crossed as she made a point of letting her eyes wander up and down her brother's half-naked body.

Ethan returned the favor, screwing up his face as he tried to maintain his composure. His sister had filled out something fierce in the last few years, and even in her baggy winter clothes, the lush femininity of her form was absolutely mesmerizing. He had placed his lubed up hand around his balls, but his penis throbbed, the urgency of his libido unabated. The couple of seconds of silence that passed as Riley chugged her soda felt like minutes--the tone of casualness that Riley took when it came to their bodies and their relationship always felt magical to Ethan.

Riley placed the half-empty soda bottle on a box of thanksgiving decorations and pranced across the room, turning to look at his laptop. "Whatcha watching anyway?"

Ethan blushed furiously under the black stripes of his cheeks. "Nothing special, really."

"Hot transgender leopardess gets creampied by lion stud." She watched for a few seconds, biting her bottom lip. "Alright, that's pretty hot. She doesn't have anything on my curves, though. Or my dick if I'm feeling really catty."

"What, did you want to join me?" He said, looking up at his sister from the beanbag chair. His paw drifted back to his manhood, and he started to idly run the palm of his hand around the head of his penis. "I, uh, like it when you watch."

Riley glanced at her watch. "Eh, mom and dad won't be home for a while. Don't see why not."

Ethan scooted aside, trying to give her some room on the beanbag chair as his sister tied up her hair and started to unzip her pants. "We can put something else on if you want."

"Ah, not quite what I had in mind." She said as she stepped out of her jeans and started to peel off her t-shirt, which was emblazoned with the logo of an obscure techno-noise band that Ethan had never heard of. "If I wanted to watch you jerk off, I could just ask you to sext me." She pulled off her briefs, the tigress already sporting an erection. She reached over to his laptop, pausing the video before she closed the lid. "I could go for something a tad more intimate."

Ethan sat back up, holding his sister by her hips as she sat down on top of him, hefty thighs straddling his hips. "Oh, no complaints from me." He said, his voice softening to a breathy whisper.

Riley, her face beaming, leaned down to nuzzle her brother. "I thought not. Get my bra, will you?"

Ethan reached behind his sister's back, fingers fumbling for what felt like ages with the hooks on her bra while she ran her paws down his toned chest, the connections in his brain shorting as she wrapped her paws around his penis. He finally undid the back, and Riley pulled her paws away so she could extract her arms from the strap and throw the bra down with the rest of her clothes. She reached over to the table to grab the little travel-sized bottle of lube Ethan had used earlier.

"God, you're so beautiful, sis." He said breathlessly, paws exploring the generous curves of her body before landing on her thighs, where he gripped the soft flesh under her warm winter coat. His thumb landed over a little band-aid on her right upper thigh. His sister hadn't kicked the freshman fifteen, but the results were absolutely stunning; she had gone up a cup size at least, and the rest of the weight had given her hips a generous, maternal swell. "It's been what, three years with the hormones?"

She smiled warmly as she reached a lubed-up paw under her tail. "I know, right? About four, yeah. The tits didn't really fill out until last year, as I'm sure you've seen." She let out a little grunt as she slipped a finger into her rear, trying to spread the lube around. She pulled her fingers out and squirted more from the bottle onto her hand. "Goodness, I'm out of practice." She sucked in air as she pushed in a second finger. "I could take you without blinking back before college." She pulled her fingers out and rubbed the rest of the lube on her own penis, stroking her own soft erection.

"Are you complaining about me being too big?" He said with a chuckle. "Because that would be a first."

"No! Just complaining that neither of us has single dorms." She took her brother's manhood in her hand, guiding it in place as she slowly lowered herself down. Ethan felt the head of his penis against her ring, and he thrust his hips up, tip pushing past the muscle and slipping inside his sister.

Riley let out a gentle moan, her free hand grabbing a clump of the beanbag chair as he stretched her. She was tight, warm, and felt absolutely wonderful. Ethan, faculties escaping him as his sister took his full length inside her, let out a guttural groan, hips gyrating on instinct. Riley put her hands around the back of his head, pulling him forward to plant a kiss on his forehead as she started to ride him, those full hips undulating in slow, sweeping motions.

Ethan took her right breast in his hand, putting his lips around the hard flesh of her nipple. She mewled happily, pushing her chest into his face as he started to suckle, occasionally biting ever so gently. He could tell each time his penis touched her prostate, as she would let out a desperate little ah, her paws tightening their grip on his shoulders.

He pulled his mouth away from her nipple, planting one last kiss on her breast. "You're such a beautiful woman, Ri." He said, his voice quiet and breathy. After years as more than mere siblings, he knew all his sister's buttons, and gender affirmation had been his most reliable panty-dropper for ages.

She growled, a raw and guttural sound that oozed sexuality, and in response, she pressed her hips harder down into him, her ring clenching around him. "God, I've missed the feeling of you inside me." She whispered into his ear.

He put his hands around her semi-erect penis, stroking and squeezing it, his deft touch electing even more vigorous thrusts of her hips. "Did you remember to ask the doctor about some Cialis? I wouldn't mind doing some bottoming while we're here."

Riley sucked in air through her teeth, hands firm on her brother's shoulders as she maneuvered atop him, hips angled just right as to press his penis against her prostate. "Yeah." Her words were interspersed with little staccato moans. "Only part of the estrogen I'm not a fan of." A long string of clear pre oozed from her penis. "I would joke that I also don't have to worry about nocking any cis girls up either, but you're really the only person I sleep with anyway."

Ethan smiled and kissed his sister's cheek. "Well, I consider that quite an honor." He squeezed her breasts in his hands. "I still miss the feeling of your cock under my tail, though."

Riley pulled her brother to his chest, arms around him as her little gyrations became more urgent. "Yeah. I miss the little noises you make when I pound you into the bed." She said, a hard edge to her voice.

"Here, let's switch around. I'm losing the feeling in my legs." Ethan said, helping his sister off him. Riley let out a mewl as her brother's erection popped out of her rear.

"How do you want me?" She asked. Too exhausted and glowing with pleasure to command the use of all her muscles, she slumped against a box of clothes labeled "to donate" while she fingered herself as she waited for her brother.

Ethan stood on his knees, leaning heavily on the table. "From behind."

Needing no further instruction, Riley faceplanted on the beanbag chair, wiggling her hips as she lifted her tail aside. She reached behind to spread her round, generous cheeks, revealing herself to her brother. Ethan climbed on top of her, kissing the back of her neck as he lined up his penis and thrust into his sister in one smooth, quick motion. Riley adjusted her hips as her brother started to rut her with a ferocity befitting his striped feline heritage. Each hard thrust angled right into Riley's prostate, forcing out a cry that rang across the cluttered room.

His hands firm on her soft hips, he leaned down to whisper in her ears. "I want you to orgasm first. I love when you cum around my cock."

Riley, beyond words, just nodded in acknowledgment before wiggling her hands under the beanbag. She gripped her penis, thrusting into her palms, the fur around her pawpads going slick with her own generous pre. Ethan could tell she was about to climax from the way she moved, her thrusts shaky and urgent; he nibbled at her ears, whispering words of encouragement as she edged herself, the room filling with her unrestrained yelps of pleasure.

"That's it, sis. Let it happen." He whispered in between bites on the delicate flesh of her ear.

Her body shook under him, her hips going still as she came onto her paws. He felt her clench around his erection as he buried himself under her tail; the orgasmic contractions pushed him over the edge as his own orgasm crashed down over him in waves, each rush of pleasure bringing with it a release of his own essence.

Riley, deep in the foggy bliss of her afterglow, reached an arm around to wrap around her brother's neck, pulling him close so she could drag her tongue along the side of his muzzle. "That's it. Don't pull out. Give it all to me."

He collapsed on top of her, his legs giving out. Riley pulled her brother's arms close to her chest, pulling him into a hug as she kissed him, Ethan returning the favor as he opened his muzzle to accept his sister's tongue, where she dragged herself along his teeth and under his tongue. Even in the afterglow of their spontaneous rutting, her passion was unsated. His erection gone, he remained inside her, their hips pressed eagerly together--her body was so wonderfully warm and inviting that he felt pulled into her gravity even after his needs were taken care of.

It was minutes before either of them found the facilities, or justification, for speech. "You should barge in on me more often if this is where it gets us," Ethan said between little pecks on her cheek.

"I certainly try," Riley said, flexing her hips under her brother as they spooned.

"I--wait, what do you mean you try?"

"I think I've walked in on your masturbating on accident a total of maybe once. Don't pretend it doesn't turn you on."

"Oh my god, even the first time?"

"Definitely the first time." Riley beamed pridefully. "Man, that brings back memories."

"That was so embarrassing. I came all over myself, right in front of you."

Riley burst into laughter. "Not my fault you have an exhibitionism kink."

Ethan feigned an exasperated sigh. "Guess I can't argue with that."

"You're the best brother a gal could ask for." She whispered, their fingers woven together as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Ethan could feel his sister's own product on the back of his hand. The HRT had rendered her release clear, thin, and mostly flavorless, save for a slightly salty edge.

"And you're the prettiest sister I could ever dream of, you big sap." He said in return.

"You wanna sleep with me tonight? Might as well make up for the lost time."

He rumbled in the affirmative. "Mom is probably going to side-eye us again."

Riley laughed. "God, she is such a hypocrite--dad flat-out told me that hearing us do it from across the hall turns her on. That, and I think she's just happy you have the kind of sister that you can't accidentally pump a litter of kittens into."

Ethan kissed her cheek. "One of my favorite features of yours."

"I mean, if I was a cis girl, you'd probably still want to fuck me in the ass, wouldn't you?"

"Yup."

She sighed playfully and pet his cheek, claws out just enough to tickle his skin. Across the hall, the two of them heard the front door open. Ethan reluctantly pulled out, eliciting a little mewl of pleasure from his sister.

"Guess that had to end sometime." She said, turning over onto her back and stretching out her stiff muscles.

The two of them got dressed together while their parents chatted idly in the living room. Before Ethan turned to open the door, Riley grabbed him from behind and pulled him into a hug. Her hands ran down to rest between his legs, where she felt her brother's manhood stir again. "The rest of the day, I want you to think about the seed you put in your sister's belly. It's still there." She planted a long, wet lick up his neck, her affections eliciting an impatient growl. "We'll share a bed tonight, and you can add even more. How's that sound?"

Ethan reached his hands down to his sister's, pressing her palms against the bulge in his pants. "Like the best night ever." He whispered.

"Mmm. Love you, bro." She said.

"Not as much as I love you. Now, how about those brownies?"

***

Riley wiped the soapy water off her hands and closed the front of the washing machine with a kick of her foot.

"You need any help cleaning up?" Riley's dad said, the pre-middle-age tiger leaning against the molded entryway that separated the modest kitchen from the dining room, where Ethan and their mother were chatting over the din of afternoon sitcom reruns.

"Nope, all done." She leaned against the back of the stove, the scent of wafting brownies radiating from the oven. "Ethan and I have a system. He cooks stuff, I clean up after."

Her dad tilted his head. "Yeah, how did that kid get so good at cooking in college?"

"The dorm has a kitchen. It's our Friday night thing--he cooks for me, and we just eat on paper plates outside. He's gotten pretty good. It started with boxed risotto and went from there."

"Sounds like he's taking pretty good care of you?" He said. The way the corner of his lip tilted upward suggested there was more behind the question.

"Oh my god, are you two comparing notches on your belts or something?" Riley said.

"Hey! When you put it that way, it sounds awfully crass. I just..." he swayed his head around, searching for the right combination of words, "...like to know if my son is confident with women."

Riley slapped her hand on her thigh. "Dad, that almost sounds worse!"

"Alright, alright, no more teasing." He sauntered over and pulled her into a warm hug, the muscular arms of a machinist wrapping around her midsection. Riley made an obligatory groan of protest. "I'm so proud of you, sweetheart." He said.

"What did I do now?"

He planted a quick kiss on the top of her forehead. "For being who you were always meant to be."

"Dad, you're almost as much of a softie as Ethan." She sighed indignantly to mask the lump growing in the back of her throat.

He pulled away from the hug, his large paws planted gently on her shoulders. His face beamed with pride, and Riley forced herself to look away so she could control the flustered smile that so desperately wanted to show on her face.

"Actually," he returned his hands to the pockets of his oil-patterned work jeans, "I wanted to ask you something kind of personal."

Riley raised an eyebrow. "Shoot."

"You can say no if you want. No pressure. I just..." he trailed off again, and his gaze became fixed on the dishwasher, "...the last time I saw you naked was before you transitioned."

"Oh god, don't remind me of the New Year's incident."

He laughed awkwardly. "I kind of want to see what my daughter looks like, now that I, uh, have a daughter. If it's not rude to phrase it that way. I'm not asking for sex or anything--I just want to...know what your body looks like now." He bit his lip, his face a shifting mix of apprehension and embarrassment.

Riley broke into a toothy grin, her fingers rapidly tapping on the stovetop. "Yeah, you really have been looking at me in a whole new light over the last few years, haven't you?"

"That obvious? I mean--after you came back for winter break freshman year, you looked so different. Absolutely beautiful."

Riley blushed and licked her lips. "Alright. I don't see why not. Can't say I don't enjoy showing off."

Her dad's eyes went wide. "Wait--really?"

She nodded. "There's plenty of me to go around. Ethan and I made an agreement freshman year. We could fool around with other people as long as we did it safely and kept each other in the know. Neither of us has actually taken the other one up on the offer, though."

Her dad shifted his weight around his feet as though he was about to break into dance. He was sporting that playful grin that Riley knew from every Christmas he had given her a gift his mother disapproved of. "I wasn't actually expecting you to say yes."

"You talk to mom?"

He nodded enthusiastically. "No touching, but I can watch you do whatever I like."

She snorted. "You two are so old-fashioned. It's cute."

"She's a lot more adventurous once you scratch under the surface."

Riley glanced behind her at the timer on the oven. "Brownies have fifteen more minutes. How about you meet me in my room after?" She nodded to the living room, "those two will be gossiping over the boxed wine you got for the rest of the night. I swear Ethan is like, the gayest bisexual man I've ever met."

He pulled her into another hug, planting a much more passionate kiss on her cheek. "Sounds like a plan." There was that goofy dad-smile again.

She felt something hard touch her stomach. "God, dad, you have an erection already."

He reflexively drew his hips away from her. "Can't help it."

She returned the kiss with a peck on the cheek and patted his shoulder. "Just hold it in for a few more minutes."

The father and daughter couple spent the next quarter-hour catching up as the smell of double-chocolate brownies wafted through the kitchen--Riley's computer science major and subsequent film studies minor, dad's life at the metal shop. Quick anecdotes about recalcitrant lathes and buggy code passed between them as they found solidarity in their technical minds, even if the details of one specialty eluded the other's comprehension.

After the brownies came out, Riley had to swat away Ethan's hand once she set the glass baking pan down on the kitchen table. She told him to let it cool, but he just picked at it with his fork anyway, blowing precariously on little bite-size chunks. Their father caught Riley's attention; he motioned towards the stairwell that led to their bedrooms. She winked in the affirmative and blew him a kiss. Ethan, without skipping a beat, caught on and shot his sister a look of shocked incredulity. While their mother was distracted by her phone, she made a quick series of gestures, first pointing to her dad, then her eyes, then herself, then a jerk-off motion with her other hand. Ethan cracked an excitable grin and waved his sister goodbye as she went upstairs.

Before she even reached the upstairs hallway, her phone buzzed in her pants. It was a text from Ethan.

"I better get ALL the details."

She shot off a quick text, her hand on the door to her bedroom. "Only if you let me top you tonight. BRB."

Her bedroom had been spared the indignity of being converted to storage space after she left for college, but her mother's aggressively welcoming spin on a new guest bedroom didn't feel much better. Pastoral oil paintings adorned the walls, clashing with the flat-pack minimalist furniture that Riley had back when she still lived at home.

Her dad leaned awkwardly against a dresser drawer next to the bed. The bulge in his pants and his swinging tail caught her eye, but his face looked apprehensive, almost nervous. She shot him as warm a smile as she could muster.

"What, never had someone in the family striptease for you?" She said, her voice rising to a playful falsetto.

"I never said anything about a striptease! And as much as Ethan would like to, I have not." He said, an edge to his voice. "Just never done anything like this before. I mean, sometimes your mom and I will...listen in when the two of you get particularly loud, but that's about it."

Riley hopped up on her bed and sat up on her knees. She hooked her thumbs under her jeans and pushed down slightly, just enough to show the skin of her stomach and a line of dark, wiry pubic hair. "Well, you didn't say striptease, but there's no reason to be cold and clinical about it; you're not my doctor. I think we both could use some fun, dad." With that, she reached her hands behind her back and pulled off her shirt.

Her dad let out a quiet gasp. She watched the muscular tiger squirm out of the corner of her eye, calloused pawpads rubbing the front of his pants. "You can call me Andrew, by the way."

Riley started to undo the straps to her bra. "I like dad, but that works too. No reason to shy away from our relationship."

Andrew's voice pitched up by a noticeable degree. "Fair. Just wasn't as talked about in our day. You and your brother were the only ones in the house eager for familial intimacy."

Riley, one hand holding the cups of her bra to her breasts, slid her arms out from the straps, her eyes locked firmly with her father's infatuated gaze. "You say that, but last year you started to leave the door open when you shower."

She released her hand and let her bra fall to the bed. She put her hands on her waist and ran them up through her tummy and to her breasts, where she slowly wrapped her fingers around the modest curves, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened, poking through the soft, creamy-white fur of her chest. Her dad bit his lower lip and let out of purr of deep satisfaction.

"Fuck, Ri, you look beautiful. Like your mother when she was your age."

Riley smiled and continued to fondle her nipples. "You can unzip and take care of yourself. No reason to be shy, dad."

Andrew needed no further prompting. His hands shaking, he fumbled with the buttons on his pants until he managed to undo enough of them to pull them down to his thighs. His blue boxer-briefs were already spotted with pre. His breaths were heavy and loud, the sound of primal excitement. It reminded Riley of how Ethan sounded the night he took her under her tail for the first time. He pulled out his erection, squeezing the base before he rubbed the bead of pre forming at the top onto his index finger and ran it down the back of his length.

Riley could smell his musk, even from the few short feet that separated them. She made of point of staring at his manhood, letting him know she was watching and satisfied.

"I can tell you've gotten a lot more forward since we left for college. The way you look at me, the way you smile at Ethan when he grabs my ass," Riley said. She unbuttoned her pants and ran her paw between her legs, adjusting her own growing womanhood. Andrew started to pleasure himself in earnest, paw stroking slowly across his length. Ethan probably had a good half-inch on him, but she didn't have the heart to say anything.

"After you two left for college, your mom and I reconnected, gave us space to rekindle our love life a bit. The idea of fooling around with others seems a tad more appealing to both of us now." He lifted his shirt out of the way of his erection, revealing his soft and ever so slightly chubby stomach. Riley found it a welcome departure from her brother's swimmer's build.

Riley pulled off her pants and threw them onto the corner of the bed, watching her father masturbate as she squeezed her penis through her form-fitting underwear. "What are you thinking?" She asked.

"That I kind of wish I had negotiated a little more with your mother." There was a subtle vibrato to his voice. If he was anything like his son, he only had a few more minutes until he popped. Riley made a mental note of the box of tissues by the bedside table. She suspected that her mother had placed them there with much more innocuous intent when she redecorated, but it was impossible to be sure.

"Winter break is still young. Solstice isn't until the week after next." She hooked her thumbs under her briefs, lowering them until just the root of her penis was visible. She looked up at her dad with wide doe-like eyes. "Wanna see, Andrew?"

Her dad had had to stop what he was doing, his hands freezing in place just before he hit the point of no return, a healthy stream of pre oozing from his erection and onto the carpet. "Yes, sweetie. Please." His voice was barely a whisper.

She pulled her underwear down to her knees, slowly letting her penis fall away from the cloth, while she made eye contact with her father the whole time. Andrew took a sharp breath in, his mouth agape as he watched his daughter undress, drinking in the new but undeniably feminine form of her body for the first time. He started to stroke himself again, the motions slow and careful. He was getting close.

"So, what do you think?" She said as she fondled herself, rolling her penis over in her paws.

"God, I can see the appeal."

"Of what? Your daughter?" She said, her words laced with a dominant rasp.

"I mean, the whole girl-with-a-dick thing. I've seen porn of it. But now...I get it."

Riley smiled and stroked herself. In a brief few seconds, she strung together a sentence she assumed would hit just the right buttons. "You should ask Ethan how much he enjoys it. I still have his cum in me from this afternoon."

Her dad bent over slightly, both his paws stroking furiously at his length. He took a sharp breath in "Ri--" Yep, that did it. She scooted off the bed and grabbed a handful of tissues, then put one hand over her father's wrist to stop his stroking, the other hand, filled with balled-up tissues, cupped to catch his release. Both of his hands still around his length, he leaned onto her, head next to hers. She nuzzled into his cheek.

"I got you, Andy. Let it happen."

With a final, relieved breath, he ejaculated into his daughter's open hand, thick and unrelenting pulses of semen soaking the tissues. It was more than she expected, and his product quickly soaked through to her paw. The final spurts landed on her wrist, stretched across the coarse fur of her forearm.

He took his hands off himself and wrapped them loosely around her shoulders. He said nothing as he floated in the afterglow, and Riley merely nuzzled his chin as she balled up the tissue. The air was thick with the scent of his seed--an earthy, sweet musk that gave Riley a small headrush. Ethan was going to be walking funny tomorrow.

Andrew, his face set in an almost drunken grin, slumped against the dressers as he zipped his pants back up. Riley looked at the semen on her arm.

"Sorry about that." He said, his chest still heaving as he regained his composure. "I don't usually, uh, produce that much."

He reached across the dresser to grab another tissue, but Riley held her arm up to her muzzle and licked it off. "You taste like Ethan." Riley realized it was the first time she had tasted anyone other than her brother.

"Good to know, I guess." He said awkwardly. "Was that...okay for you?"

She leaned forward and placed another kiss on her father's cheek, this one longer and more tender. "That was tons of fun."

After she got dressed, they returned downstairs, where Ethan and his mother were halfway through the box of wine while they yelled at the contestants on a cooking show.

Riley slumped next to her brother on the sofa and pulled him into a hug. He noticed the slicked-back fur on her arm where she had licked herself, and he smelled the unmistakable scent. The two shared a knowing smile and kissed deeply while their mother poured Andrew a glass of wine. The feeling of Ethan's tongue on her own made the TV blur into a procession of unintelligible clatters while snowfall beat gently down on the windows.