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Years back, when my brother and I were beginning to experiment under bed covers, we never truly thought of the consequences. We were just two horny teenagers exploring. We knew what we did was bad but thought a simple barrier and tight-lipped secrecy would protect us from the harsh world. It wasn't until our biological father barged in on our birthday that neither of us felt we knew the true ramifications of someone knowing our brotherly love went beyond 'brotherly'.

We were wrong. We were dead wrong and learned it the morning after Whiskey's threat.

Unlike the previous morning, we woke up plenty early. Jasper needed to go in for an early shift, but I only needed to go in later at noon and wanted to explore some of the neighborhood, maybe even go to the beach across from the Atlantica. That didn't stop me from watching my twin sit up from bed, then playfully strut his bare ass from the edge of the bed to the bedroom's entrance and disappear around the corner into the bathroom. Afterward, I started falling back asleep into the mattress as his masculine scent covered me like a sherpa.

A cold nose kissed my forehead, and a drop of water fell into a closed eye.

"Sorry," he chuckled as I wiped it away. His headfur remained wet. "I'm off now."

"Be safe, okay?" I murmured up to him.

"I could say the same for you, bro," he smirked when I stuck a tongue out at him. "You be safe too."

I swished my tail under the covers, muttering, "It's not a trip to Manhattan City..."

"I meant from the rain," he mentioned before eventually departing for work.

In truth, it didn't make much sense to me until the faintest sounds of tapping could be heard against the bedroom window. At first, it didn't bother me much and even lulled me back to sleep like an ASMR video, but by the time that nine o'clock ticked around, it struck me to check the weather. I cursed when it said heavy showers would be going on until the early evening. A warning for possible lightning remained under fifty percent, according to the app.

I groaned, "So much for a quick beach trip..."

I curled and relaxed my tail until boredom compelled me to take a quick shower. Then, I watched an episode of a soap opera I'd never heard of or watched before dragging myself downstairs for my evening shift.

Once I reached the complex's main lobby, the first sign of trouble came when a random resident I didn't recognized stared daggers at me. A middle-aged wolf no taller than my forehead, carrying a bag of groceries towards the elevator. He didn't say anything, except snarl when I nodded politely in his direction.

The second hint of things to come happened when I entered the convenience store. I half-expected Rodney to break out in his usual smirks at the sight of me or ignore a prattling customer he was helping to suddenly wave at me. Instead, the coywolf--leaning behind the desk, boredly handing a bison some cigarettes--practically straightened up at the sight of me. He stared like I'd grown horns in my head or a random figure behind me dropped his pants to the floor. He

However, the look he gave me didn't compare to the bison, who I'd recognized then and there as one of the other tenants of our floor. The minute his eyes fell on me, the bison sneered in absolute disgust, as if I had the audacity to breathe the same air as him, let alone enter my own workplace.

"Disgusting..." he scoffed before pushing past me out the door.

My ears remained folded as I went behind the counter. "What was that about?" I clocked in and placed my uniform on quickly, then asked a still-quiet Rodney, "Did I flip him the bird or something?"

"He...heard from Whiskey," was all Rodney said. "I did too, dude."

"Heard what from Whiskey?" I cocked my head in clear confusion, then laughed. "I think this is the most quiet and serious I've ever seen...you..."

Whatever sardonic remark I did plan to say to the coywolf drew to a screeching halt. I dropped my I.D. badge to the floor, having lost control of my shaking paws. I glared at my coworker in full understanding of the situation. I fully understood the seriousness of why he was staring at me, why the bison tenant called me 'disgusting', what Whiskey precisely said.

"Is it true what Whiskey's been telling everyone?" Rodney glanced left and right, then whispered, "You fuck your brother? Like, 'fuck' fuck your twin brother?"

Alarm transformed into full metal panic within a matter of seconds. My heart skipped several beats until I remembered how to breathe again, and felt my clammy paws shake when I tried waving him off. It was pointless. He could see it in my eyes. He knew the truth. Whiskey told him the truth and the rest of the whole goddamn building about me and Jasper!

The coywolf already noticed my panic. I misinterpreted his concern for revulsion and glared sharp daggers directly at him as I hissed at him.

"Woah, woah, calm down there, dude!" He tried reassuring me with his paws help up defensively. "Chill out, Jackson. Keep it cool. I'm not angry or anything, just...um, curious."

I tried to remain calm, yet the mindset eluded me as I stood there in a quasi-dazed, semi-horrified state. I didn't see myself inside the convenience store, but the Motel 9 where Zack Leander confronted me about me and Jasper's incestuous romance. Much like then, sheer panic gripped me to the point it didn't even feel like I was there. My spirit left my physical form, and I watched it all from a third-person perspective, until a solid question brought me back to Earth.

"Oh Jackie-Boy, are ya there? Hello?" Rodney waved his paw in front of me and sighed in relief when I blinked. "Good, I thought you went catatonic on me there..."

"Y-You're not gonna beat me up, are you?" I asked out of the blue.

We ignored a random customer who wandered in and went for the milk fridge. It allowed the coywolf ample time to get a hearty cackle out of his system. "Wow, I'm a bit insulted," he shook his muzzle and wiped some drool on his sleeve. "Nah, I ain't gonna beat ya up."

The uniform I wore suddenly felt like a lead vest, causing me to lean against the back counter. "I hope neither is the rest of the building," I grumbled to myself.

"So, it is true?" His ears perked at my lack of a confirmative response. "Holy shiiiiit. You and Jasper--"

"Yeah," I glanced away from his judgmental stare.

"And what Whiskey said--"

"He's not lying as far as I know," I shrugged.

"When's this been doing on?"

Me and the lone customer winced at his loud voice carrying over across the small store.

"Since before we graduated," I answered in a hushed whisper. "Mind being a little quieter, by the way? I don't need anyone who comes in to know what you know."

"Dude, everyone already knows what I know!" Rodney told me incredulously. "Since this morning, Whiskey's been telling anyone who's willing to listen how he could smell it on you. In fact," he leaned in to sniff the air, "please tell me you--"

"We bathe like regular people," I groaned at the mere question. "We were late and didn't put on enough deodorant, now can we please get back to work while I have a nervous breakdown in silence?"

"Sure, whatever ya want, dude," Rodney shrugged as he pulled a magazine from the front racks and began reading through it. Unfortunately for him, I didn't really fall into silence.

"Jasper's gonna need to know about this when he gets back, and I don't know how he'll react to this..." I really mulled it over and exhaled in disbelief. "Okay, I kinda do, actually, but I don't know what we're gonna do about all of Atlantica knowing about us."

"Am I really the right person to talk to about this?" Rodney asked me.

"No, but you're the only one I can talk to normally," I stood up straighter as the random customer brought up two cartons of milk. "Good morning, sir. What else can I get you?"

"Just this," the older leopard mumbled tiredly as he gestured to the groceries. After easily scanning and placing them in bags, the feline stared at me. "Say, are you the new dog upstairs?"

"Yep," I answered while taking his cash, then opening the register and giving correct change. "You live here too?"

"Yeah, but like, do you have a twin?" The leopard pressed further.

My tail went still behind me. "Yeah, why do you ask?" I asked more warily.

"No reason," he shrugged, then turned around while taking his grocery bag with him, though not before a frown appeared underneath his whiskers. He muttered, "Damn, that's sick..."

Three or four more customers came in with the same standoffish, morbidly curious attitude. If not, then they each asked inappropriate questions about if I had a twin brother, or outright asked if the rumors were true. One went so far as to try and take my picture before Rodney threatened to ban them in the store for taking photos without consent. The fact he slammed his magazine on the counter, staring down at the intimidated skunk he meant it, was enough to get him to stop. After she stormed out, I would've gone and pulled the coywolf in a hug if it weren't for two things: one, he would've likely pushed me away.

The second reason? Store Manager Randy came out of his office.

"Jackson, I need a word with you," he ordered, not asked, in a stressed voice. "Now."

Rodney had already returned to his precious magazine, but at least he mouthed the words 'good luck' to me before I ventured with Randy the far back of the store. I trailed closely behind the older canine as he squeezed into his cubicle-sized office, decked ceiling to wall in either stacked papers or printed photos of family and friends. He didn't give me any time to look at them though, rather turning his computer monitor around to show a website: Yapp!

"I don't understand," I asked Randy, "What's going on? Am I in troub--"

"Read this," he interrupted me, pointing to a certain review on the webpage. It involved the Atlantica's convenience store. Our store. "'When the food and items can be found on shelves, the service is absolutely abhorrent. So is their hiring process too! One of their workers is completely rude to customers, and another is a dalmatian who's in an incestuous relationship with his own brother, yet somehow still works there and actually lives inside the apartment building! Either stay away from this store or burn it to the ground!' End quote."

All the blood in my muzzle transformed into ice while all the spotted fur on my limbs stood up on end like a cat's. What parallel hellscape did I wake up in? I wanted to die right there in the office chair I was sitting in, or perhaps pray that World War III would break out and lead to all of New Jersey being nuked right off the map. Whichever happened, I wanted the agony of sitting speechless in that office to end.

"I've already contacted Yapp's admins, so we shouldn't worry about it staying up for long," Randy explained to me. "However, I've got a serious problem here, Jackson."

"Am I in trouble?" I asked dumbly. Randy only sighed.

"You've been a good worker, but besides this review and another that popped up last night, I've been getting phone complaints since your shift started," he said with a stoic frown. "Normally, I don't give a shit what you or Rodney or any other employees do in their downtime. It usually don't fuckin' matter, but it matters when customers tell me they can't get coffee if you're the one who's serving it to them. I...ugh, I hope you understand, but I'm gonna need your badge and uniform right now."

Almost catatonically, I complied. I stood up to blindly pull off my uniform and hand it plus my badge over. Randy then mentioned something about being able to use him as a reference, my last check being mailed to me, as well as still being welcomed to shop in the store.

"By the way," he asked as I opened the door, "is it true? You and your brother--"

Closing the door immediately shut behind me, I stormed out of the office without even bothering to thank him or apologize. The bubbling emotions in my stoic face leaked out momentarily when I passed a concerned (and slightly confused) Rodney, who dropped his magazine when he saw me. I dared not to look back. Not when he called my name or when a random customer held the door open midway as I rushed past, giving me a dirty look when he thought I couldn't see.

The elevator wouldn't come quickly enough. It probably had been used by someone living on the uppermost floor, thereby forcing me to stand in front of the metal doors and wait. Inhaling and exhaling helped calm down my racing heartbeat at first, to the point my tail uncurled behind me, only to curl up again when I heard it:

"Dude, is that the...that dalmatian? One of 'em anyway?"

"Yeah, I think it is."

"Oh shit, you're right! He's one of the incest brothers!"

I gulped down a sob, keeping my back to whoever said that. The smells of a mongoose, an otter, and raccoon wafted like second-hand smoke behind me. No matter what I tried, I couldn't resist turning around though. The species were right, all of them appearing only two or three years older than me, all dressed in light clothing and wearing disgustedly amused faces.

"Hey, is it true what that junkie's been saying?" The mongoose, dressed in an old t-shirt advertising an indie punk band, snickered unabashedly at how I cowered. "That you're being faggots with your own twin brother? That can't be true, right?"

I proceeded to open and close my mouth like a fish. A cold sweat began to form with my back to the elevator doors refusing to open up my defensive escape. I needed to get upstairs!

"Holy shit, look at his face!" The otter gasped in disbelief, his pierced rudder-like tail wagging behind him. "They're definitely incest fags! He's fucking his own twin brother!"

The confrontation gave me some extreme tunnel vision at the time, but sometime later, I did remember seeing the younger male raccoon among the trio appear concerned. Not at the knowledge of what me and my twin did in private, but more towards me as I tried appearing smaller in front of his supposed friends.

"Leave me alone..." I finally muttered.

"Or what," the mongoose scoffed, "ya gonna go cry to your big brother?"

The otter appeared to laugh at the mental image, then shuddered. "What do you two do anyway?" He asked mockingly. "Is this some Star Wars kinda incest or are we talkin' about full-on Jamie and Cersei stuff here?"

"Dude, that's fuckin' gross!" The mongoose blanched.

"Just go away and leave me alone!" I demanded as my anger and fear began boiling together. The taller mongoose tried grabbing me by my shirt collar, and I swatted his paw away at the last minute. "Don't fucking touch me!"

"Hey, we're just asking honest questions here," he growled down at me and leaned forward to flash his fangs. "Fags are one thing, but that's just fuckin' wrong."

Some of that simmering anger reflexed out, "Fuck you."

The mongoose snarled back, "Nah, I ain't into fags. I ain't into my brothers either."

A page or two of my brother's snark slipped past my lips. "You into sisters then?" I quipped without smiling, at least until my next question, "Or maybe it's your mother? I smell old pussy in your breath--"

The wind left my lungs as I fell on the floor. A swift kick to the right side of my head led to me seeing stars instead of tiled flooring. I groaned in pain at another kick to the stomach until a ding and opening silver doors made my attacker freeze. A burly older vixen shouted obscenities in what could only describe as the thickest New Jerseyan accent my ears ever heard.

"You doing fine, young man?" She asked me as I staggered up to my feet. "Those punks have always been a bother...say, aren't you that dog who moved upstairs with his twin?"

"Thank you, I'm fine!" I hurriedly went inside the elevator and pushed the button to go up. My anxiety prevented me from looking her in the eyes. "Thanks again for getting rid of them...Thank you."

"Oh! Uh, no problem," she giggled nervously. "You stay outta trouble then."

The ride up to the floor of the apartment felt slower than ever. When I stumbled into the door and locked it shut, all I could do was have my panic attack in peace. Maybe even a nap.

***

Jasper and I didn't love under rocks. The two of us were well aware something like this would happen. Sooner or later, our secret might've either been speculated in hushed voices or brought up in loud voices. In the days leading up to our exodus from Utah to New Jersey, I researched everything I could on civil law and how the state's relaxed laws on consensual incest applied to me and my twin brother as adults. The fine print didn't declare it illegal, meaning if ill-advised calls to the local cops were made about us, the police department couldn't do anything about it. Neither of us broke the law whenever the two of us locked our doors, closed the blinds, and pecked each other on the lips, let alone spend an evening having sex.

Frustratingly, it didn't protect us entirely though.

When I woke up hours later on the couch, headache blistering and paws still clammy, I checked the time to see it was a quarter past four. I'd missed noon and lunch, so after tiredly slumping thanks to my spontaneous nap on the furniture, I decided to make myself something to eat. If I didn't then I'd likely mow down anything cooked during dinner later.

"Fuck the budget and restraint," I vented to myself, "Fuck those punks, fuck my boss, fuck the rent, fuck Dad, fuck me, I'm starved!"

I impulsively decided to make myself a nice helping of macaroni and cheese, then ultimately made two servings. One for me and the other for Jasper. So, I went to work. A decent mix of salt and pepper spiced it up, plus an addition of some salami slices and a dallop of honey mustard mixed in. I even decided to add several dashes of hot sauce, because I vaguely recalled a high school classmate who boasted about adding some hot sauce to his cafeteria food. By the time I boiled, mixed, then dolloped and mixed again the macaroni and cheese into something servable, my eyes warily watched the steam coming from it.

The first forkful made my eyes sting. My tongue felt like it was on fire, and I loved each bite. For a moment, all the embarrassment, harassment, and troubles of the world disappeared as I appreciated the savory burning sensation. It even led to me not even noticing the front door open until Jasper emerged from the short corridor.

"Jackson?" He raised an eyebrow at me and the cooked food. Including the second plate I'd made for him on the table. "They let you off early or something downstairs?"

Rather than ruin the easygoing mood, I decided to only answer part of the truth. I'd wait until after dinner when we cleaned up that I'd inform him about needing to find a job. For now, I only wanted to unwind after the shitshow of a day.

"I thought I'd make us something different," came my reply.

Jasper's tail visibly wagged behind him as he licked his chops. "Mhm, guess I'll be taking that shower later then," he panted before sitting down and grabbing a fork. Moments after he stabbed some noodles and salami with a fork, sniffed it, shrugged, then bit down though, the long-haired dalmatian suddenly yelped, "Ow! Ow! Fuck, that's spicy!"

"Jas?" I asked concernedly.

"Spicy, spicy, spicy!" He jumped from his seat and waved his paw on his poor, sensitive, outstretched tongue. I promptly handed him my paper cup of water, and he thanked me as I giggled. "Ah, ah, why the fuck's this drenched in hot sauce?"

"Remember Corey Campbell during our junior year? The Australian exchange student?"

After gulping down every drop, the dog sighed. "Yeah, I remember...he used to put hot sauce on everything he ate," he recalled quickly. "Dude was fun to hang around with. The cattle dog also never ate anything that wasn't spicy unless it was sweet. I think I asked him why he did it when he once sat at our table. Can't remember though."

"'It gives you the kinda kick that's like drugs, except this shit's legal.'" I said, which earned me some chortling from my fellow dalmatian. "What? What'd I say?"

"That's the worst Australian accent I've ever heard," he wheezed.

"Wasn't trying for one, smartass!" I stuck my tongue out and bite once more into the macaroni and cheese. "I thought it'd be fun to try something different this time, thought back to the amount of hot sauce bottles he brought to school, then figured why not?"

Jasper gave a playful snarl. "Seriously, ya could've warned me," he grumbled before sitting up to grab something from the refrigerator. "Ugh, it feels like I burnt off a layer of my tongue...Meanwhile, you've got the golden tastebuds of the gods."

"Consider it payback then for senior prom night," I teased.

"I said I was sorry for going too rough, alright?" He whined before returning with a condiment bottle of BBQ sauce. "Now this is what you mix in with macaroni, Jack."

"Huh," I pondered, "Mind handing me some of that to put on?"

He did just that, and after squeezing a decent enough of BBQ sauce onto my portion, I mixed it well enough for it to not get in the way of the hot sauce. Jasper's plate required a little more though, much to his disdain. Following some trial and error and some exchanged banter, I grew comfortable in the balance we found. My brother told me some interesting things he either learned or witnessed at the auto repair garage, while I steered clear of the convenience store. For a moment, I felt happy. We weren't just brothers, but lovers enjoying the coziness of a dinner spent together after a long day.

All good things didn't last though. No sooner did I begin to put our plates in the sink did a knock at the door caught our attention. Jasper volunteered to answer it.

"Jackson?" I heard Rodney's voice.

My tail went still.

"Nah, I'm Jasper, his twin."

Oh crap.

"Names' Rodney," he replied. "I used to work with Jackson. Thought I'd check up on him after what happened earlier. Is he doing okay?"

Shit.

***

"I'm gonna fucking kill them. Let me go, you two!"

"You're not murdering some kids, Jasper!"

"No offense, Jackson, but you two are kids!"

Rodney helped me restrain Jasper by the arms and waist as he struggled making a beeline out the open doorway. The latter had just learned from the former how Whiskey told everyone in Atlantica Boardwalk Apartments about our taboo relationship, which cascaded in me getting fired from my job and harassed by customers, as well as hearing about those three punks physically assaulting me in the lobby. Safe to say, I needed Rodney's help in pulling him into the living room, then pushing him down on the couch with both our arms. The previous time I'd ever seen Jasper livid, it'd been on our eighteenth birthday when our dad kicked him out. Unlike then, however, I didn't want my brother to land at least one punch to the face, and therefore give the local cops a valid reason to arrest us.

"I can't believe they'd fucking fire you for doing nothing!" Jasper snarled and barked rabidly, still trying to break free from our grips. "I'm gonna find that fat fuck and strangle him with those dorky uniforms! Then, I'm gonna give those smug brats a diving lesson off the balcony! Nobody fuckin' hurts my brother, ya hear me?!"

"Woah, take it easy, dude!" Rodney growled at my twin. "We can't let you do that!"

The angry glint in my twin's eyes didn't register anything said.

"I'm alright, Jasper!" I repeatedly told him to no avail. "It's only a small bruise, okay?"

"It's not okay!" He reaffirmed me. "It don't matter if you didn't get a good look at their faces, we need to do something. Calling the cops isn't an option, and neither's going to Virgil at this point. I...I can't just let them get away with hurting you..."

"I know...I know, Jas," sitting down to side-hug him, placing my snout on his shoulder to nuzzle, I ignored Rodney's perplexed, slightly confused stares nearby. "Imagine how I felt each time Dad singled you out. It hurt." I gave out a morbid chuckle, "You'd be surprised how dark my imagination can get when someone makes me angry."

That seemed to do the trick. Jasper calmed down enough to wrap an arm around and hug me back, then slowly stood up. During this, Rodney had taken the time to close the front door.

"So, why can't you just report this to police anyway?" He asked us. "I mean, I get it; the cop here are corrupt as shit, but last I checked the Internet, incest is legal here, ain't it?"

"Correction: incest is legal between two consenting adults," I said.

"Sorry, my bad," the coywolf apologized.

"Do you want the long or short version?" Jasper asked the coywolf, who shrugged disinterestedly, which then my brother interpreted as wanting the 'short version'. "What we do in private doesn't concern New Jersey law, but it doesn't mean it'll protect us."

"Really? That's shitty for you," Rodney groaned in disbelief. "So, this means you two are just gonna deal with society's shitty wrath now that this whole shithole building knows?"

"Trust me, we've done our research," I nodded solemnly, tail slightly curved back. "No judge is gonna care about me getting wrongfully terminated because me and my twin just happen to be...um, well--"

"You and your brother fuck, are in love, or whatever the fuck you call yourselves," Rodney groaned and partially hid a slight shuddering, "I got it already and so do the other residents here, so there's no need to fuckin' dance around it anymore."

"Great point," Jasper agreed with the coyote-wolf hybrid. "Yes, we fuck. We're not fuckbuddies though, but boyfriends."

"He's your brother though, ain't he?"

"Yeah, he is," Jasper stood up to glare daggers at Rodney, "You got a problem with that?"

"Only if you make a big deal about it," the coywolf shook his muzzle inanely. "I've seen more shitty relationships than whatever you two got going on. You're both eighteen too, so I don't judge."

I placed a relaxing pair of fingers on Jasper's tense shoulder, squeezing it. "Thank you, Rodney. I mean it too."

"Don't make a big deal outta it, kiddo," he relaxed and pushed his paws into his thick pockets, glancing between me and my twin. "So, what now for you two?"

"...move on, I guess," came my response as I stared back at Jasper, softly smiling. "I'll keep looking for another job, hopefully one that's nearby too. We're also going to just ignore what's going on, and just keep a close eye out for trouble."

"Yeah," Jasper reluctantly nodded his head. "If anyone tries to fuck us over though, they're not gonna like it. Can you tell that to anyone who asks you, Rodney?"

The older canine couldn't help himself from laughing, "Sure thing, Jacob Candle."

Impulse led me to kiss Jasper on the cheek, while an affectionate impulse from him led to my brother turning his cheek to peck me on the lips. We laughed, especially at Rodney's reaction.

"Hey, hey!" Rodney covered his eyes and looked away, groaning, "Just 'cause I don't judge, doesn't mean I wanna see it or anything, okay?"

"Fuck you," Jasper rolled his eyes at the coywolf.

Said coywolf smugly gestured towards me. "I think that's his job, or yours?" He asked, only to widen his eyes as Jasper almost made a snide remark. He waved his paw dismissively. "Actually, never mind. Like I said, I don't wanna see or know the details!"

I smirked as Jasper held me close. Our tails wagged in tandem as Jasper and Rodney then went into a drawling conversation about growing up in Jersey versus Utah, exchanged numbers with us, and my smile wouldn't fade as I listened to them closely. I felt a little hope again. Whatever the future held for us, it felt good to have someone as an ally.