My Wonderful Little Sister- New Friends
Disclaimer: You know the drill the by now...either be 18 or older to read this or get out. ...still here? Well, I admire your persistence. Okay, you can stay, but I'm NOT responsible if your mom catches you on here...or dad if your mom is dead or something. If both parents are dead then don't sweat it....although come to think of it that is god awfully depressing, and you have my pity (something not easily earned in this world). So, read on at your own risk. Just check the tags for what may or may not be in the following paragraphs. Also, all characters belong to me Casonova, so don't get any ideas about doing a fanfic without my permish...m'kay? I think we understand each other now, so read on! cough Pervert! ;D Hey! Who threw that?
Scott's Apartment - 7:35 A.M. It was morning, and after a rather uncomfortable night on the couch I was now eating some Captain Crunch cereal while listening to music off Scott's phone. The two lovebirds were still sleeping, which doesn't surprise me considering how they went at it last night. I don't think they realize how thin the walls in these apartments are. At least they have a room on the tenth floor, which is also the top one, since it gets annoying to hear people walking above you all the time. The only problem is that Scott's budget for housing was pretty small, so the building is kinda located in the middle of a ghetto in southern Gwinnett county, just inside the I-285 perimeter. And yes, we call I-285 "The Perimeter" because it's basically this giant ring of a highway that encircles the main metropolitan area of the city. Traffic is an utter bitch 80% of the day, and the cops are about as plentiful as hookers in a Dutch tenement building. Trea, Scott's girlfriend of about six months now, was certainly nice. She and I talked quite a bit during dinner, mainly about me and Katie and what we'd been doing the last few years. Scott had accidently let it slip that Katie and I were siblings, but instead of being creeped out by it, she thought it was hot and now wants to actually meet Katie. I get of a weird vibe when I'm around her, but then again I get the same thing from Scott. They're both kinda bisexual, although neither will admit it, and also okay with having an open relationship (to a degree at least). I'm just waiting for them to invite me into the shower or bedroom one night. Looking out the window into the decrepit parking lot, I mused on what I was going to do today. Scott was on Spring Break like Shelly, but he still had to work later in the morning. Trea also had work, as she was a waitress at Applebee's while Scott held a part time job at a Wal-Mart. The good news was that Scott's shift finished around 1:00, so I wouldn't be alone for too long. My main plans for the day were to get back home and retrieve my clothes, credit card, and Xbox. I knew John was probably still mad, and getting there before he got home would spare me another lecture about defiling his daughter. "Ugh, Kyle do you have to listen to that crap this early in the morning?" Trea groaned as she and Scott wandered out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. "Well the cable is out, and I didn't want to eat in silence," I said. "We don't have cable," Trea sighed exasperatedly while grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and tossing a slice of leftover pizza into the microwave. Scott had gone to the bathroom, and now it was his turn to stumble into the kitchen. Only unlike Trea, who wore a robe along with a sky blue bra and panties, Scott was completely naked. Trea choked on a sip of water as she noticed him, pushing her shoulder length auburn brown hair out of her eyes as she looked at him in disbelief. "Scott! Did you forget Kyle was here?" "Huh wah? No, no, it's just he and I don't care if we see each other's gravy pipes. We showered naked together enough to learn to stop giving a crap about nudity," he groggily said while wandering over next to Trea and giving her a peck on the cheek. "Kyle is he serious? I can never tell with things like this," Trea asked me. "Yeah, he's right. By the way, I like what you did down there with the man-scaping," I said commenting on his freshly trimmed pubes. "Thanks," Scott replied while looking through the fridge for something readily available to eat. "I tell yah, one thing I don't miss about the military was not having a private bathroom to trim myself in. I always had to take care of things when I was on leave or something." Trea was still in awe at how we could openly talk about such things, in front of her no less. "Did you two guys screw when you were in the army or something? How come I didn't know you were like this Scott?" "Marines." "What?" "We weren't Army, we were Marine Corp, big difference," Scott corrected her. "And when you have to bathe and share tight quarters with fifty men, you learn to stop being homophobic and just take everything as it is." "What does that mean?" "It means we don't care if we see each other naked, or compliment each other on the finer points of personal grooming," Scott elaborated. "You mean I got dressed for nothing this morning?" she asked. "Actually no, I don't think seeing you naked would be a good thing," I said. "Why not? I'm not shy, and Scott doesn't care if you look. He knows you," she replied. I looked over at Scott as if to ask, is she serious? "Yeah man, I don't care. Look all you want, it just builds up my ego for snagging a hot girlfriend," he said while drinking Dr. Pepper straight from the two liter bottle. "You'd let me yiff her if I asked wouldn't you?" "Hmm, maybe. Depends on my mood," he answered nonchalantly. I just rolled my eyes while Trea mischievously grinned at us both. "So, Scott can you give me a lift back over to my house later? I need to get some stuff from my room so I can buy my own car and stop bumming rides from you." "Sure, but I won't be back till like 1:30. Hey, why don't you come with me?" "Why would I do that?" "Because I just remembered we need another guy to help me in the electronics department to do inventory. It'd be part time and on the same schedule as me," he said eagerly. "Come on, it'll be fun." "Working at Wal-Mart is not my idea of fun," I replied. "But I got nothing better to do, and I could use some spare cash. You sure your boss will hire me?" "Hell yeah, he fought in the Gulf War. The second I let him know you're a war hero like me he'll sign you on in a snap," Scott said while grabbing a fistful of Frosted Flakes from the box since apparently bowls are too mainstream for him. "Sweef," I mumbled through a mouthful of cereal. "What time we goffa leaf?" "Oh, in about thirty minutes," he said. "I'll go shower real quick, then it's all yours." As he left to go was himself I looked over at Trea who I realized had been checking me out this whole time. "So what time's your shift end?" was all I could think to ask. "Oh, around 3:00. I'm close enough I can just walk to work, but it still takes me like fifteen minutes to get there." "That's kinda nice though, you get plenty of exercise that way," I replied honestly. "Don't I know it, although with the way Scott's been acting lately I don't need the extra exercise, believe me," she giggled to herself. "Sorry, I shouldn't tease you like that." "It's okay, you guys gave me a pretty good idea of what goes on here last night," I said with a smirk. "Oh god...Scott said you were asleep when we were going at." "I was. The walls in here don't block sound very well," I chuckled as her ears flattened in mild embarrassment. "I'll have to keep that in mind. That explains why the grumpy old woman down the hall gives us the stink eye whenever we bump into her." "Heheheheh, yeah that might be why," I laughed. "So what are you gonna do while you wait for your shift to start?" "Oh, laundry probably. It's starting to pile up. Plus I need to straighten this place up a bit, especially if you're gonna bring your sister over here," she said with a hinting smile. "As much as I'd like that, I doubt that'll happen anytime soon. I mean the whole reason John threw me out was because I've kept nailing his daughter behind his back, he's not gonna let me anywhere near her." "So don't let him know that, just have her pretend she's off at the mall or something." "That might work, 'cept she'd have to be with friends or something. Plus he keeps a pretty tight leash on her, she'd have to be able to prove she was with someone and not just me," I replied. "Friends huh? Listen, I've got an idea. All you need to do is get her over here, okay?" "I'm listening," I said, a little intrigued at just what her plan was. 11:00 A.M., Peachtree Ridge High School Another day, another boring series of lectures at school. I was annoyed that my Spring Break didn't come for another week, and by then Shelly would be back up at college. Despite her intense dislike for Kyle, we both sort of had an understanding that I loved him, and she at least respected that. Still, that didn't stop her from doing what she thought was best for me by ratting him out to daddy every time she caught us. Still, she was my big sister and I loved her all the same. I mean we'd been best friends longer than half the kids at my school had been alive. As I pondered this while walking down the hall to the cafeteria, I couldn't help but notice a trio of girls standing by their lockers whispering amongst themselves. "Shh shh! There she is!" they hissed I casually glanced their way, causing them to pretend they weren't staring at me. Once I passed them I could hear them start up again. I guess they don't realize how good a wolf's hearing is. I dropped a pencil and casually took my time picking it up, making sure it wasn't too obvious I was eavesdropping. "You think she's really that way?" "Yeah, Drew showed me her Facebook, she's totally hitting that!" My brow crumpled as I tried to comprehend what they were saying. Drew? I don't know anyone by that...wait...do they mean Drew McDonnell? That creep I dated for a couple months back in freshman year? And what's this about my Facebook, I hardly use that to talk to anyone save for Shelly, mom, and...Kaylin. Oh no... I rushed into the cafeteria and found Kaylin sitting in her usual spot, and by the look on her face she seemed quite distressed. Calming myself as I sat down next to her, I pulled out my food from my cooler pack and whispered to her. "People talking about you too?" "Yes!" she said in a hushed voice. "Rachel Wright asked me how long I'd been seeing you. And at gym this morning, Nikki asked me if you and I'd be interested in...in...oh god it was so sick." I heaved a long sigh and shook my head. "I thought people knew it was a joke, I didn't think all those fake love letters on each other's pages would make people think this about us." "That's just it, our friends still think it's a joke. The people asking me these things aren't even friends with me on there!" That raised quite a few red flags, as Kyle would say. "Then how'd they find what we wrote?" "I don't know!" Suddenly, a boy standing somewhere behind us somewhere yelled, "Hey you two, no holding hands!" "Shut up over there!" yelled one of the cafeteria workers. Kaylin blushed and scooted away from me a bit. "I can't take this much longer. Guys keep asking me if I'm full on gay or just bi, girls ask me if I want to experiment with them...it's just too much!" "It'll be okay, I'll talk with the school counselor and find out who's been spreading rumors about us," I said compassionately. "In the meantime, just keep your head down and don't give anyone the satisfaction of letting them get to you." "Easy for you to say," she whispered, her voice cracking as she stifled a sniffle. Looking around the room, I could see several groups of people staring at us. Pointing, whispering, glaring, and worst of all accusing. This had to stop, and fast. Fortunately, I think I know just who to blame. Wal-Mart, 12:15 P.M. The nice thing about working at Wal-Mart was that my uniform was simply a blue vest that went over my normal clothes, which at the moment were a white t-shirt with a fake Facebook logo that said, "Your Face. 3 million people dislike this." Not the classiest thing to wear to work, but Scott's boss Dmitri thought it was funny. Oh yeah, a few things about this guy: one, he didn't serve in the Gulf War, it was the Iraq War back in '03. Second, he never fought for the U.S., he was a Russian Spetsnaz commando in charge of hiding the fact that the Russians had been preparing to sell Saddam Hussein yellow cake uranium. Of course, when I first heard this I had my doubts, but Dmitri's tattoos in Russia characters, paired with his thick accent and biceps that made mine look like strands of spaghetti now have me starting to believe. Also, being a badger, he certainly looks like he's from the Eastern Bloc. His story was the CIA managed to contact him and convince him to defect to the U.S. with evidence of Russia's involvement in helping Saddam hide his WMDs. In return, Dmitri would get a fat pension and asylum in a cozy Montana cabin for the rest of his life. And he would have too, had things not gone hilariously wrong. For you see, while he was lifting a USB flashdrive that had all the info he'd need, he forgot that his pants pocket had a hole in it, and so as he was walking out of the building the flashdrive fell out. So, when he showed up at the rendezvous with a CIA tactical team ready to help him fake his death and escape the country, they were more than a little miffed that he suddenly couldn't find the evidence he was supposed to be bringing. They still took him, since he could reveal the mole in the Russian military who contacted him (which always bugged me since moles aren't supposed to do that kind of thing), and brought him back to Washington D.C. Since he didn't have the evidence they were looking for, other than his own words detailing the operation, all he got was asylum (it's up to here I'm still debating whether or not his story is complete bull or not). With nowhere to go, he headed south for warmer weather and ended up in Atlanta, where he ended up finding a crappy job at Wal-Mart. However, after being there for over ten years he got promoted to being the department head of the electronics and entertainment section, where he got to yell at another employee for not lifting with his legs. "Niet! Vat are you doing you dumb yokel? Scott, get over there and show him how it's done," Dmitri said while waving at Scott to go assist in lifting a 47" LCD TV box. Technically I didn't work at Wal-Mart yet, as there was still a large amount of paperwork that needed to be filed. But since I didn't have anything better to do, I figured I might as well get some on the job training from my soon to be co-workers. Scott and I headed over and began carrying the TV to its proper place on the shelf behind the fake living room display. "What'd I tell yah? Ain't he awesome?" Scott asked me as we set the box down. "He does have a certain charm," I said while glancing over as he directed a rather confused customer to the auto department. "What makes you think this guy's telling the truth though?" As if on cue, I suddenly heard a woman shout as I looked up to see an orange feline and a hyena dressed in hoodies with neckerchiefs tied around their faces. The cat held a knife, while his cohort tightly clutched what looked like a Ruger M1911 knockoff, but it was hard to tell from where I was standing. Scott and I froze, unsure of what to do as the hyena brandished his weapon at the surrounding shoppers while the cat got to work stealing iPhones from a nearby display case. "What do we do?" Scott whispered to me, not wanting to attract the hyena's attention. "Just wait, when they try to make their getaway we'll tail them and ambush them at the exit," I whispered back while slowly inching my way out of their sight. Suddenly, Dmitri appeared from around the corner holding a baseball bat he'd apparently just lifted from the nearby sporting department and dashed towards the hyena. The crook turned and aimed at Dmitri, only to feel every bone in his paw shatter as Dmitri swung the bat across the hyena's outstretched gun hand. The M1911 discharged into a nearby shelf as the hyena dropped it and yelped in pain. The cat at this point noticed his friend's plight and rushed over to help, grabbing Dmitri's bat as he wound up for another swing. Dmitri reacted by letting go of the bat with a shove, knocking the cat on his back. At this point, I had no doubt Dmitri had been telling the truth about his background, as he drew a four inch long knife from an ankle holster and turned to face the hyena, who'd made the mistake of kneeling down to pick up his gun. Dmitri kicked the robber in his chest and hoisted him up by the neck of his shirt with his left paw, while he held the knife precariously close to the hyena's throat with the other. "Not so tough now, are you mudak?" he taunted. Just then the cat had finished standing up and drew his own knife, rushing Dmitri from behind to stab him in the back! Or at least...he would have had Dmitri not leaned forward and jutted his right foot behind him and into the feline's groin. Turning to face his now downed opponent, Dmitri tossed the hyena on the floor next to his partner and sheathed his knife while shaking his head disappointedly at them. "You two, get ze hell out of my store," he muttered. "Go, before I call cops and throw you in jail!" Seconds later the store's manager showed up with a pair of security guards. "What the hell is going on over here?" he almost yelled. "Ees okay, I take care of eet," Dmitri said pointing to the two crooks groaning on the floor. One of the guards jaws dropped as he looked up at Dmitri. "You did this?" "I am, how you say een America, Professional Russian?" "I think you mean professional soldier," the manager corrected. "But good work none the less. Alfred, keep an eye on these two while I phone for the police." "You no need cops," Dmitri said, "They von't be back here anytime soon." Both the muggers looked up him as he said this and nodded vigorously. "Damn right! Who the hell is this freak, Russian Godzilla?" Dmitri lightly kicked the hyena again. "Shut up yokel, and get your ass out of my store." Both furs slowly stood up and then took off running for the nearest exit, leaving their weapons, stolen goods, and in the feline's case, his wallet behind. The manager simply chuckled as he picked up the wallet and pocketed it, no doubt planning to inform the police when Dmitri wasn't around. "Huh, you know what? I think I'm gonna enjoy working here," I said to Scott. 2:00 P.M., Blackmon Residence Thankfully the traffic wasn't too bad, and despite getting off work fifteen minutes late we still managed to make it to my house by 2:00. Scott didn't feel like coming in, and to be honest I wasn't sure how things would go, so I felt better knowing he was taking a nap in the car. Slowly I walked up to the front porch and rang the doorbell. A few seconds later I heard the padding of feet walking over the foyer's hardwood floors, followed by the deadbolt unlocking. The door opened and I was greeted with a cold stare from Shelly. "What are you doing here?" "I just came to get some of my things, then I'll be gone," I answered her. She stepped aside and let me in, turning to face the kitchen. "Mom! Kyle's here." Eliza walked out of the kitchen, a glass of tea still in her paw. "Kyle, I didn't expect to see you back here anytime soon." "I just need the rest of my clothes, my cash, and my cards. Then I'll be out of your hair forever, I swear." "Kyle it's not like," Eliza started to say before pausing to rethink her words. "I mean, John doesn't want to keep you out forever. It's just you won't stop...er...disobeying him." I just coldly gazed at them from a thousand yards away. "I didn't survive World War III just to have the man the U.S. government considers to be my father keep me from the one thing that has kept me from blowing my brains out the last eighteen months." That got their attention. Then again, threats of suicide usually do. "Kyle...if you really feel that bad maybe you should see someone. I know John's therapist is great, he always came home looking so refreshed after coming back from Jeff's clinich." "Eliz...mom," I started to say, unsure of what to call my so called parents after finding out I was adapted those many months ago. "I'm fine. I have Katie, and nothing's gonna keep me from her. But for now, I'll let John have his way. If he doesn't come around, he'll be very sorry when Katie leaves the house for college." "Damn it Kyle," Eliza swore, which made me blink as she was usually so mild in her mannerisms, "John's not doing this to hurt you. He loves you, whether you know it or not, and he loves Katie just as much." "I find that first part hard to believe..." "Shut up! You know what you're doing is wrong." "And yet it doesn't seem to stop me," I admitted. "Then again, it's only as wrong as our society perceives it to be." Eliza shook her head. "I'm not gonna debate the morality behind it because I know you two really do love each other, and that's enough for me to accept it. But Kyle, Katie's only seventeen and the way you two are acting...hell...you're lucky you're not a father right now. Think about it, do you really want to make Katie suffer through a pregnancy while she's still in high school?" I paused to think about that. A sudden swelling feeling in my gut told me that Eliza's words had some truth to them, and I pictured just what it'd be like if Katie got pregnant. The first few months we'd be able to hide it, but by month four it'd become clear what was going on. The doctors would want to know who the father was, and if it led back to me I'd have some explaining to do. Technically since we're not genetically related, I can't be thrown in jail for incest...but I can certainly be ridiculed into an early grave by my friends and family. Not to mention that Katie would become notorious all over school as the girl who bore her brother's child. I shuddered at the pain and humiliation that would bring. To cap it all off, once the baby came around we'd have to care for it, and that costs a crap ton of money that I didn't have. "No...you're right, I don't want that." "Good. Then promise me that if you're gonna go behind our backs with Katie...that in future you'd at least practice good judgment...okay?" I nodded, but said nothing. My mind was still playing back a nightmare that had yet to occur. Without saying another word I went upstairs to gather my things. Sigh...out of all the days the school counselor had to be on sick leave, today had to be it. At least it was Tuesday, which meant he'd likely be in before the week was over and thus Spring Break started for me. I knew that if this rumor wasn't killed quickly, it'd spread even further and possibly get to people I knew personally. It was getting to be so bad that Kaylin refused to sit near me on the bus ride home. Fortunately, no one had the guts to come over and tease either of us on the ride home. I stared out the window, a little disappointed since I knew Kyle wasn't going to be home to greet me. Heck, I didn't even know when I'd see him again, a prospect that further depressed me. I tried to push thoughts of him out of my head, since they only seemed to make me feel worse. As the bust pulled up to my house, I noticed it stopped earlier than usual. I got out, walking onto my neighbor's lawn to discover a royal blue Ford Mustang parked in front of my house. I'd never seen it before, and to my surprise there was a Thylacine asleep in the driver's seat. My curiosity peaked, I wandered over and tapped on the window. The young fur shook awake, blinking a few times to clear his vision as he looked up to see me staring down at him. Turning the key to put the car in battery power, he lowered the window and perked his ears, while his eyes seemed to study my face with a sense of familiarity. "Um, who are you, and why are you in front of my house?" I asked politely. "Ah ha, you're Katie right?" "What? How'd you know that?" I was a little shocked...how'd this boy know my name? "I'm Scott, a friend of your brother's. He's staying with me now ever since...well...you know what happened. You were there." I cracked a smile. "I think I've heard of you...he said you two were in the Marines together." "Ayep, that's right. I was one of his few friends that didn't die," he said with a bit of morbid humor. "But yeah, he's told me all about you. And I mean ALL about you." I blushed, as I could tell front the tone of his voice he really did know everything. "Soooo, Kyle told you...how we're not just siblings?" "Yep. Don't worry, I think it's cool. So does my girlfriend, Trea. You'll love her when you get to meet her." "Wait...how many people did Kyle tell about us?" "Just me and Trea, and we know to keep it on the down low," Scott replied. "Now, question...before you go inside...is there anything you need to be home for this afternoon?" "Not particularly..." I hesitantly answered. "Why?" "You want to see Kyle again right? How about today?" "You're serious?" I asked, a burst of excitement swelling in my chest. "How? What do I need to do?" "First, get in the backseat, and keep your head down." "Whoa...hold on. I don't even know you, and you want me to hide in the back of your car?" Scott shrugged. "If I was trying to kidnap you, wouldn't I have drugged and tied you up by now? Besides, I obviously know things about you only your brother could have told me. So, the real question is do you miss him enough to trust me?" I paused and took a deep breath, and then opened the rear door and climbed in. "I trust you." He smiled. "Good, then I think we're gonna get along just fine. Now, if you'll just give me a second here," he said while pulling out his phone. I had just finished stuffing the last of my shirts into a backpack I'd left in my closet, and picked up my three extra pairs of khaki cargo pants as I headed out of my room and back downstairs. I tried not to dwell on the past too much, despite cold nostalgia chilling me to the bone as I recalled all the glorious times Katie and I had yiffed in that bed, or cuddled...or even just talked and shared a laugh. I bit my lip as I felt a tear form in one of my eyes. It wasn't fair how my life had turned out, and not just because I was getting kicked out of my childhood home...no...there were a lot of things that weren't fair. I'd lived through things that would have killed most other people, but in return my mind felt like it had aged a thousand years. I'd slept good last night, yet I was exhausted now. I couldn't think, I could only flashback to the phantasms of the past that never seemed to leave my mind. Ba-bing! My phone chirped with a text message. I dug a paw into my jacket's pocket and retrieved it, looking at the screen with indifference until I'd finished reading it. Then my heart raced, and suddenly I felt as young and virile as Greek Olympic athlete...minus the nudity and homosexuality. I rushed down the stairs, nearly trampling Shelly as she walked past the bottom stair in the kitchen. "Ach! Jeez Kyle, what's the rush?" "No rush," I answered, "Just want to get back to Scott's. We picked up a copy of the new Elder Scrolls title that came out last November, and we're gonna play it on my Xbox," I said while holding up my Xbox 720. "He's on a budget and can't afford one, so we're gonna share mine." "Ah, well that's smart," she said. "I'll never understand what you boys see in mindless videogames though." "And I'll never understand why you can't get used to me being with your sister," I replied. "Ugh, maybe it's because I've had the displeasure of seeing your stuff on her face, and your mouth on her...ugh god I don't want to see that!" I laughed and shook my head. "The body of a wolf is nothing to be ashamed of...but then again...seeing your sister get railed by your brother is also the thing of nightmares so I can see why you're angry." "It's not just that. Mom was right, you've been a selfish pig this whole time. You risked getting her pregnant for your own pleasure, and that's just disgusting." I scowled at her, my tone become quite serious. "Everything I've done for...or to your sister was for her benefit...whether to protect her or pleasure her. Maybe there were some risks involved, and maybe we did get careless, but don't think for a second I don't love her and wouldn't do anything for her." "Oh wow, so you're some kind of hopeless romantic now? If you really loved her, you'd have not taken her virginity when she was fifteen and risked getting her knocked up," she haughtily fired back. It took all I had to keep from ripping her head off right there. I came close and simply grabbed her by the scruff of her blouse and pushed her against the wall, fangs bared and my face only an inch away from hers. "You want proof that I love her? How about the fact I don't knock out every tooth in that smug face of yours? I know Katie loves you a lot, and that's why I'm never gonna hurt you. But just remember that she's the only thing keeping you out of the hospital right now." Shelly just stared at me. I'll give her this, she's no coward. Unflinchingly she replied, "And just remember that the only reason I haven't told the cops is because I love her, and seeing you get thrown in jail would break her heart." I cracked a smile and let her go. "You know, for a complete bitch, I think I actually like you Shelly." With that I headed for the front door, leaving Shelly to stew in her repressed anger as I walked back out to the car. Scott opened the trunk for me as I approached, and I carefully laid my Xbox in first, followed by my clothes and backpack. Casually I climbed into the front passenger seat and smiled as Scott started the car and pulled away down the street. "Hey sis, you can sit up now," I said. Katie happily sat up and reached behind my ear to give me a light scratch behind it. "So, miss me already did yah?" "Like you wouldn't believe. I take it you and Scott have gotten acquainted now?" "Mmhmm," she nodded, "I think we'll get along just fine." Scott grinned and glanced over at me. "So, you two wanna go anywhere special first, or should we just head for home?" "Let's get back, I don't want to leave my Xbox in the car," I replied. "Get back where?" Katie asked. "Scott's apartment. It's about thirty minutes down the road in south Fulton. Forty-five to an hour if the traffic gets bad, though." "And what are we gonna do there?" she asked, caution evident in her voice. "You'll see," I replied with a grin. Back inside the house, Eliza noticed Shelly doing some basic yoga stretches in the living room while watching Oprah's latest self-absorbed daytime show. "Shelly, where's Katie?" "Huh? I dunno, is she even home yet?" "Well her bus came by at 2:30...but she never came inside," Eliza said. "Maybe she went over to Kaylin's to hang out," Shelly suggested. "She didn't tell me she was going to." Shelly paused and thought for a moment. Wait...Kyle's friend was parked out front when the bus came by... "Ah, I'm sure it's nothing," Shelly said while picking up her phone and prepared to shoot a text off to Katie. "Uh oh," Katie said as we rode back to Scotts. "Shelly wants to know where I'm at." "Don't worry, there's a plan for this. Tell her you made a new friend named Trea and you're going to hang out with her this afternoon," I replied. "And she'll believe this why?" "Just do it, trust me. Scott's got a fake address and phone number you can give her too if need be," I explained. Katie replied as told and a few seconds later happily said, "Wow, she bought it. But what happens when I get home and they want some details?" "That'll be up to you," I replied, "Remember, I'm not here with you." Katie nodded, apparently getting the gist of the plan. We made small talk the rest of the ride to Scott's, rehashing stories from the past and keeping up with what was going on in the present. Upon arriving at Scott's I could see Katie was a little confused. For one thing, she probably wondered why we were in such a rough neighborhood, but for another she was probably wondering what we were gonna do. It was around 3:15 when we finally got there, as school traffic flooded onto I-85 and slowed us down a bit. We tried to ignore the curious glances of a couple of Scott's neighbors who were talking in the hall, no doubt wondering what a second couple was doing in an apartment already known for its prurient soundtrack. As we entered Katie looked around curiously and struggled to come up with a valid compliment for Scott's dump of an apartment (that I was partially to blame for messing up, to be fair). "Huh, you got a nice place here Scott," she managed to say as we walked over to the kitchen counter. "Thanks," he replied. "Yo Trea! We're back." Trea appeared a couple seconds later, stepping out from the bedroom...in nothing but her panties with a pink paw print over...well...you can probably guess. I probably should have averted my gaze right away, but how often does a naked cat girl greet you when you get home? Besides, Trea was built pretty nice. A lithe feline build, C cup breasts about the same as Katie's, and soft sandy brown fur covered most of her form. Her chest, tummy and a triangular patch between her eyes down to her nose on top of her muzzle were cream colored, providing a nice contrast with her dark brown hair and lighter brown body fur. Katie stood there, speechless. I stifled a snicker as I watched her stare at Trea in disbelief. Katie had gotten used to seeing nude girls in the locker rooms at school (at least I'm assuming she had), but seeing your brother's best friend's girl freely prancing about the house was something different altogether. Plus, in the locker rooms everyone was trying to quickly cover themselves, while here Trea seemed to almost be flaunting herself. "Hey there! So you must be Katie," Trea happily greeted her. "I've heard so much about you, it's nice to finally meet you." "It's...nice to meet...Kyle didn't tell me...umm...should I...?" "Look away? Why? I take it you like what you see," Trea giggled suggestively. "Not in the way you'd like me too, sweetie," Katie fired back while skeptically raising one of her eyebrows. "Always the cute ones," Trea sighed. "But please, make yourself at home. I just got back like a minute before you walked in, which is why I'm still partially dressed, as little as that may be." "Kyle, aren't you gonna say anything?" Katie asked while looking over her shoulder at me. "Do you want me to?" I replied. Katie promptly slapped me in the ribs as she realized I was still staring. "C'mon Kyle, have some decency." "I don't think I'm the one you need to be telling that," I mentioned while pointing over to Scott, whom was now in the process of tossing his shirt through the bedroom door and unbuttoning his jeans. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Katie gasped. "Afternoon yiffs, as usual," he replied. "Probably should have mentioned that back in the car." Scott proceeded to sit on the sofa while Trea grabbed him a can of Dr. Pepper Cherry from the fridge and kneeled on the floor before him. Katie watched in horror as Trea gently removed Scott's throbbing Thylacinehood (try saying that 3 times fast) and slowly licked him from the base of his shaft up to the tip before sinking her mouth down onto him and began audibly sucking on him with appreciable vigor. I just stared and tried to ignore the fact that my dick was now poking my left paw through my pocket fabric. "Uhh...maybe we should go," Katie said as she headed for the door and took me by the wrist. "Go where? I don't have a car and the streets around here aren't exactly safe." Katie growled at me in a low whisper, "I'm not staying in this room while those two do it on the couch!" "I can still hear you," Scott called from his perch. "But you two are free to use the bedroom, Trea and I won't mind." "Thanks but...eep!" Katie gasped as I pulled her into a hug with my paws on her butt. Her chin rested on my chest as she looked up at me with a bewildered expression on her face. I replied in turn with a kiss to her nose and a grope to her lovely rump. Her eyes turned downward, and I quickly realized she'd noticed my throbbing erection pressed up against her. Looking innocently up at me, she slowly smiled and deftly undid my pants, followed by tugging on my shirt collar as she led me into the bedroom. My mind had never been more conflicted now than it had ever been...even counting that first afternoon where Kyle and I became mates. On one paw, a couple of furs I barely knew were having oral sex ten feet away from me like it was nothing, and they were offering their own bed for me and Kyle to yiff in. Ordinarily I'd have been taken aback by such lewd behavior, but today...today was an exception. For you see, on the other paw I had just recalled every glorious, hot, passionate time we'd been together. The very memory of our first time got me worked up and sent a burning, painful desire aflame in both my heart and my loins. I needed to be with him as much as he needed to be with me...and knowing Kyle he was probably suffering even more than I was. I slammed the door behind us as we hurried into Scott's bedroom. It was a rather small abode, with a queen sized bed in the center of the ten by ten room. Kyle surprised me with how fast he managed to strip down to his green and blue plaid boxers, but then again I was already peeling my hoodie and t-shirt off and we hadn't even started making out yet. That changed a second later as Kyle pressed me against the wall and pushed his muzzle to mine, kissing me roughly as his paws slipped down and began undoing my jeans. I just gripped his shoulders, marveling at their firm, well-toned feel--guess those pushups he does every morning actually pay off. My jeans were soon lying around my ankles, and casually I kicked them to the side as Kyle briefly stopped kissing me to give my shoulder a quick love bite. Slowly he nibbled his way up the side of my neck, sending shivers up and down my spine and causing my claws to dig into his pelt as I felt him lovingly lick at the bite marks he left. Our lips met again, this time parting as in unison as our tongues lashed out at each other, playfully fighting between our maws as his paws slipped behind me and began undoing my bra. With unusual luck he managed to undo both hooks on the first try (usually it takes at least four), letting it fall as his paws quickly grabbed at my chest and began massaging my breasts. While I don't mind it when Kyle plays with my boobs (did I just use that word?), they're certainly not the key to sating the burning need between my legs. "Ugghh! Oh yeah baby, don't stop," Scott's voice moaned through the walls. Kyle and I both paused to listen and giggle as Scott's delight became more vocal. "Hah, hah...yeah...OH GOD, NO! Damn it, it's all over the soFA: " "Just get some paper towels and mop it up before it stains," Trea replied in exasperation. Kyle burst out laughing, and I couldn't help but join in while also making a mental note to burn anything that touches Scott's sofa. "I guess he was really pent up," Kyle said. "I know the feeling," I said with a grin before shoving Kyle with both paws onto the bed. It's rare that Katie takes the initiative when we yiff, so when it happens I know I'm always in for a wild ride...in every sense of the word. I was a little dazed from my sudden fall to the bed, and the next thing I knew Katie was straddling me on all fours, her paws holding my shoulders down while her face hovered only a few inches over mine. For a moment we just stared at each other, smiling in the blissful peace of being together again after so long. My nose tickled as a few strands of Katie's hair hung down and brushed against me. Normally she wears her hair in a ponytail, but on the drive home she'd decided to let her hair down. I reached up and gently brushed it out of her eyes while tugging her down so we could kiss again. However, just as our lips met I heard the door slam open, followed by Scott and Trea walking in...both completely nude...and Scott still sporting his aussie boner. "Dude! What the hell?" I cried as Katie gave mortified yipe and covered her breasts with her arms. "I knocked my Dr. Pepper over while Trea was working me, so now the couch is sticky...well, stickier, and wet. So you two are gonna have to share the bed with us," he explained. "Oh no, no way!" Katie said. "I may be screwing my step-brother, but I'm not about to have an orgy with two furs I've known for less than twenty minutes." "It's not an orgy as long as you and Kyle don't join in with us," Trea countered. "Which you're both more than welcome to, FYI." "Not helping," I told her. Scott shrugged as he hopped up next to me on the bed while Trea opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out a Trojan for Scott. "Hey you guys need one?" she asked. "We've got plenty, I get'em in bulk off Amazon." I paused to think for a moment as Shelly and Eliza's words began ringing in the back of my mind at that moment. "Sure." Katie looked at me curiously, since this was technically the first time we'd bothered using some form of birth control besides pills. Heck, most of the time we were basically playing Russian roulette with Katie's womb, something that luckily left with me with no regrets. Katie climbed off me and stood on the floor as Trea mounted Scott and sank his wood into her. Katie and I both blushed, but made no effort to stop watching them. Trea just grinned. "You two don't know what you're missing. Scott really knows how to lick a chick, Katie. Five bucks says he gets you off in under ten minutes. And Kyle, you know my butt's still free. I've always wanted to see what it feels like to have two men in me at once," she said with a tone that I couldn't quite decipher whether it was just teasing or if she was actually serious. "Sorry girl, but I'm a one woman wolf," I replied. "Aww, Scott you really need to find some hipper friends." "Most people that you'd consider hip have genital warts and have naughty videos of themselves posted on the internet," Katie replied jokingly. Trea just stuck her tongue out. "Well, you two need to either fuck, join in or leave. It's getting' kinda creepy with just you two watching me." I nonchalantly waved my arm over my head as I led Katie back into the living room, leaving Scott and Trea to bang their mattress headboard against the wall. "Now what?" Katie asked me with a dejected expression. Not missing a beat, I opened the door to the bathroom and gave a tug on her panty's elastic. "Why plan B my dear," I said in a fake (read, terribly imitated) British accent. Katie just raised an eyebrow and looked at me curiously, but conceded with a shrug as I closed the bathroom door behind us. Surprisingly, Scott...or Trea, probably...kept the bathroom in pristine condition. I took off my boxers and motioned for Katie to finish undressing as well, and then stepped into the glass shower cubicle. Fortunately, the shower was surprisingly roomy four by four feet, allowing us to both easily fit inside. I noticed a smile coming over Katie's face as she followed me in. "Hmm, I like where plan B is going," she purred while one of her paws daintily fondled my wolfhood. A murr escaped Kyle's muzzle as I wrapped my fingers around him and gave him a few light strokes. From the way he throbbed in my paw, I could tell he was doing his best to not just pin me against the wall and ravish me, although to be fair I'd probably have enjoyed that as much as he did. But no, he kept his composure and did his best to try and salvage our ruined moment of romance by wrapping his arms around me and hugging me close while lightly kissing the top of my nose. I couldn't help but giggle, both from the tickling sensation his lips gave my nose, and because I could feel his heartbeat through his chest into mine. Reaching behind him, he turned on the shower. "Might as well get clean while doing the dirty, eh?" I smiled while rolling my eyes. He always did have a way with making a witty comment during our romantic escapades. However, the second the water started actually spraying he promptly jumped and turned me away from the nozzle so he took the brunt of the water jet. "COLD! COLDCOLDCOLDCOLDCOLD.....waarrrrrrmmmm," he sighed in relief as the water finally reached its adjusted temperature. "Right...probably should have turned the water on before we stepped inside." "You goof," I chuckled as we turned back around so we could both get wet. Releasing me from our embrace, he opened his right fist to reveal the condom Scott had given him. For a second Kyle studied it, as if unsure of whether to use it or not. I knew in my heart we should, since wasn't on the pill, and we knew damn well that if I got pregnant we weren't gonna murder our first kid before he was even born. After a few seconds of contemplation though, he came to and ripped the wrapper open. It was a little funny watching him try to figure out which end to roll on, but he managed to get it in the end. "Ready sis?" he asked with an eager grin. "Yeah...but...how's this gonna work?" He stared at me, puzzled for a second as to what I meant before he noticed that our genitals didn't exactly line up. Him being a full nine inches taller than me wasn't an issue when lying down, but when we're standing up...yeah it was kind of a big deal. "Like this he said," while putting his paws on my shoulders and turning me around so I faced the tile wall. Katie caught on quick and braced her paws against the wall while spreading her legs slightly and lifting her tail to give me a perfect view of her bright pink pussy lips and gorgeous bum. I kneeled behind her and gave her twat a few pre-emptive licks, savoring the spicy tang of her flavorful juices before standing up and placing the tip of my rod against her swollen labia. She ground back against me, panting softly while looking over her shoulder at me with an almost pleading stare. I could tell she wanted this as much as I did, but I wasn't quite ready to take her just yet. Gripping both of her luscious breasts in my paws, I pressed myself up against her and gently nibbled the side of her neck, rubbing myself against her twat all the while and making her quiver in anticipation. "Ready?" I whispered. "Mmmhhmm!" she groaned back from behind gritted teeth. And with that, I sunk myself into her hot depths yet again. We cried out in unison, and for a moment my knees went numb and I almost stumbled onto the floor. It'd been so long it felt like my first time all over again! Katie felt so tight and wet that I nearly blew my load right there, her hot walls clenching firmly around my member that now lay firmly hilted within her. I noticed her claws scratching against the tile, and from the way she shook against me, I could tell she was as pent up as I was. "Feels good I take?" I playfully growled at her. "Uh-h-huh!" she moaned in reply as I slowly withdrew before slamming myself back inside her. After a few initial thrusts, I managed to tune my body's rhythm to hers so that our hips pushed together and pulled apart in union. The feeling was incredible, even with a condom on. Having gone nearly a year and a half without a good fuck does something to a man that just barely rates under waterboarding in brutality. Katie whined and moaned each time our hips slapped together, her pussy clenching lustily around my shaft with an almost virgin tightness. My legs spasmed as I felt my climax begin to build, Katie's movements and vocal accolades proving to be too much for this pent up wolf to resist. Biting down on her neck, I gripped Katie's pelt in my fangs while tightly clutching her breasts in my paws. Our fur was now thoroughly drenched, which further added to the wet sloshing sounds of unrestrained yiffery. Oh gods... You don't realize how much you missed something until you get to have it again. In that moment it felt like I was being taken for the first time again, except this time we had the added benefit of having previous experience. Kyle knew right where to bite my neck, giving me shivers of ecstasy while his paws hugged me close while also enjoying my body's other "proportions." I'll never understand why guys like boobs so much, but if they always yiff this good, who cares? Kyle's cock felt amazing, and in no time I felt his knot beginning to swell, its base stretching me out with each thrust. Gasping for breath, I tried to look over my shoulders to face Kyle, but my hair got in the way as it hung over them. I didn't dare to move my arms either, as they'd both gone numb from the shear amount of force I had to exert to stay upright. This soon proved to be a problem, as my left paw couldn't take it anymore and slipped off the wall. Fortunately, Kyle was already holding me and quickly steadied me before I fell down. I gasped as I felt him pull out of me, my loins suddenly feeling empty as he nudged me around to face him. I put on a weak smile and tried to apologize, but instead he pressed a finger to my lips and kissed me again. My eyes closed in bliss as I felt him push me against the wall again, only to cringe in delight as he slipped a pair of fingers into me and went right for my g-spot again. He playfully licked my chin, locking eyes with me while grinning at me expectantly. At first I wasn't sure what he wanted exactly, until I heard Trea and Scott's voices coming through the door. "Oh yes! Yes! YES! YEEESSSS! FUCK YEEAAHHHHSSSSSSSSS!" Trea screamed with a cry that surely perturbed the entire building. For a few seconds we were speechless. "Pff, showoff," I said with an indifferent chuckle after the initial shock had worn off. "Bet you can beat her," Kyle encouraged. "I'll beat her at something else," I replied. And then, just as Kyle started to kiss me again, the bathroom door burst open. "Wuh-hoa! Look at you two," Trea said with a surprised grin. "Sorry, I thought you two went off to a hotel or something." Yeah right, I thought. "And wow, what a knot you have Kyle! Too bad you pulled out or you might've been able to tie her," Trea cooed. I made eye contact with her as she said that, and in that moment I noticed a hinting glimmer behind her eyes. In her uncouth observation she had issued a challenge, and while a contest as to whom was the better lover would normally not be a game I'd partake in...today I'll make an exception. I just glared at her and slightly barred my fangs, and then shoved Kyle against the wall. I didn't try to be gentle about it, and I noticed his head knocked against the tile (sorry big brother!), lightly stunning him. Before he could fully react I dug my claws into his shoulders and hoisted myself up, throwing my legs around his waist as I lined my pussy up with his wolfhood and sank him back into my hot, frothing loins. "OH GODS!" he cried as his paws instinctively grabbed my butt to help hold me up as he suddenly felt his cock sink itself to the hilt, knot and all, within my awaiting depths. My vision was flooded with colors, first darkness, then redness, then whiteness before clearing up as my brain adjusted to the rush of signals coming from every nerve ending my nether regions had. I huffed for breath and tried my best to stay steady, knowing full well that Trea was watching, judging just how much of a girl I was. Well, she would soon learn why we wolves were the ancient Roman symbol for sexual potency. "Oh my god..." she gasped as I ravenously kissed Kyle, holding nothing back as I bucked my hips against his. I casually glanced to the side and looked at Trea, whose mouth hung agape in awe at the fact I'd managed to take a nearly full knot in one go. Flashing a grin at her, I resumed humping away at Kyle's hunk of wolf meat, although with his knot in place I couldn't move very far. Still, it mattered not as I felt him lovingly bite my neck as his paws tightly gripped my bum as he roughly pounded me with every ounce of strength he could muster. Not feeling particularly subby in this situation, I growled in pleasure, my teeth clenched tight in sheer bliss as I felt Kyle's knot throb forebodingly within me. "Oh shhhh.....Katie I'm gonna cum!" He wasn't kidding either, as he literally popped a second after uttering that sentence. I couldn't help but cry out as I felt his knot reach its maximum size before emptying its thick, gooey contents into me. Even through the condom I could feel the heat coming off his freshly spilt seed, not to mention the pulsing convulsions of his member each time he shot off a rope of yiff sauce into the rubber. My own nether regions trembled with glee, and I found my mind drifting into a brief state of nirvana as the showers steam gave the whole scene a sense of surreal bliss as Kyle and I climaxed in naughty union. Finally, it was over. As our minds slowly came out of the ecstasy filled fog they'd entered during coitus, I noticed Trea hadn't stopped watching us. I just cocked a confident smirk at her and said, "Why don't take a picture, it'll last longer." "I-I, uhh...wow," she said nervously. "Sorry...you're probably really creeped out by me now." "No, not really," I teased. "Just flattered that you're coming to me for bedroom advice." "I whah? Wait, I didn't..." "No, don't be shy," I said as I felt Kyle's knot begin to deflate, and to further show my prowess I skillfully popped it out of myself thanks to a nifty trick I'd learned back in the summer. "I saw the way you watched us, you'd never seen anything quite like it, am I right?" She just looked off to the side and then out into the hall as she noticed Scott leaving the bedroom into the kitchen before looking back at me. "You win this time, but there's a reason we're called 'sex kittens' you know." "Oh I can't wait to find out why," I haughtily replied, my mind now reveling at my victory in our little game. I don't know what came over Katie halfway through our yiff session, but I've never...ever, seen her get that aggressive. It's also the first time she hasn't panicked to being walked in on during the middle of sex, although since Trea won't call our dad to let him know what's going on, I guess there wasn't really a good reason to. Still, I couldn't help but notice the tension between Katie and Trea. I knew it was partially because Trea was bi and probably had a crush on her, but after Katie's rather talented display of yiffy poise I sensed that maybe there was an underlying rivalry brewing as well. After Katie popped my knot out of her I weakly stood up and grabbed a couple of towels (the only two towels in the bathroom, actually). Considering how wet we were, it wasn't long before both towels were sopping wet, and our bodies only half dry. Being wolves however, this wasn't entirely a problem. Instead we simply took turns standing in the shower and shook off the excess water. This technique managed to get us dry enough to walk out of the bathroom without dripping everywhere. After disposing of my condom, I followed Katie out into the kitchen/living room where Scott was busy mopping up the last of the Dr. Pepper. Since our fur was still wet we couldn't get dressed without soaking out clothes, so we decided to just follow Scott and Trea's example of casual nudity. It was strangely arousing watching my mate wander around the apartment naked while our friends did the same, not to mention the fact that one of them was checking Katie's rear out. "So how long have you known Kyle?" she asked Scott. "Oh, about a year now," he replied. "We were in the same unit for about two months, and then I lost a fight to a tank and got sent home." "What do you mean, 'lost a fight to a tank?'" Scott replied by twisting his left wrist and removing his prosthetic paw, which at first startled Katie until she realized it was an artificial limb. "Oh...that." "Yep," he said. "Kyle and I were stationed in Utah during the Salt Lake City counteroffensive when it happened. We got cut off and trapped in a ditch in the middle of the night, and while we were trying to figure out which direction to run aType-96 drove up on us. It almost killed me, but Kyle pulled me next to him so it straddled for the most part. My paw just happened to be in the way of the right tread, and you can take it from there." "I didn't know you saved his life," Katie said to me. "Yep, that's the whole reason I'm letting him stay here," Scott said. As I stood by the counter listening to Katie and Scott talk, my smart phone started buzzing. Casually I picked it up off the counter and answered, "Hello?" "What the...Kyle?" came a familiar voice. "John?" "What the hell are you doing answering Katie's phone?" "KYLE! That's my phone!" Katie yelled at me in a panic as she noticed I'd picked it up. "Oh...well shit."