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Hello! This happens to be about the first ~10K words of my first story on SoFurry so yay! (Update: I edited it, if you read it before now I tweaked the second motel scene, I alluded to Miles watching his fathers porn, and it was poorly added, and done really half-assedly so OMIT!)

WARNING: This story contains mild incest (at this point, it's gonna get worse), Cub (Related to the incest), Forced Sex (Unrelated to the Incest), Extreme graphic Violence, and even murder. If any of those tags offend you in anyway (you should probably be using blacklist) but then don't read it. This story is meant to be really romantic, but in no means is it a happy story. Let's hope I don't fall asleep tomorrow because I'm about to get less than 2 hours sleep, well enough about me... Just Enjoy (and If you do could you rate It, and comment anything you find interesting, major errors, death threats, just really anything you feel like. That would defiantly mean a lot to me :D )

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I awoke to the sounds of knocking on the door and Mom yelling, "Miles get up! It's about time for school!" I forced my eyes open, and blinked a few times--trying to force away the grogginess. I climbed to my feet and stretched my arms to the sky while also eliciting a yawn before walking over to the aged wooden dresser. I dug my clothes out, as I do any other day, and made my way downstairs towards the kitchen.

I got downstairs and everyone else was already sitting at the table. I offered a "Good morning" before sitting at the table and pouring a bowl of cereal. I ate fairly slowly, doing so while trying to watch the news. The same cliché news anchor was on, as usual, as he talked about the same murders and crimes that always happened.

Suddenly some text popped up on the TV reading, "Government Announcement" and an instant after a black lab came on. The lab looked at the camera and started to speak:

"Hello everyone, I am your president Barack Obama. As you all probably know the Government budget plan has been thrown around Congress for a while now, and it's gotten to the point where the United States Government cannot function without its approval. In a final vote the bill still failed to pass so the government we know is in the process of disbanding. Farewell, citizens of the United States, your former president, Barack Obama."

At that point I was probably shocked, the government of a few hundred years being disestablished was a pretty big event and I couldn't help but ask, "Dad, what's gonna happen now?"

He shrugged his shoulders and replied, "I truly don't know, but it'll be ok. The government'll do something such a small thing won't destroy no matter what they say.

He couldn't have been more fuckin' wrong

We sat there until the bus arrived, no one mentioned to government dilemma again--it may have just seemed too unimportant to get further into, or they could have been like me and just forgot about it. As we heard the bus pulled up I took her hand as I always did, my sister Anna that is, we said bye to our parents and got climbed on the ever so familiar giant yellow "Twinkie". We found a seat around the middle and sat down together as usual.

Anna sat there looking out the window, kicking her legs quite merrily, as the various trees and buildings passed by her eyes grew wide at the change of scenery. I think I laughed, I'm pretty sure anyways, and that got her attention.

"Hey Miles, what's so funny?" She inquired, her voice fluctuating as little kids often do.

"We go by here every day, same route, same trees, same buildings, yet you always look at them with the same fascination. How's that?" I responded.

She sat there for a few moments, probably formulating her thoughts, before responding, "I guess I just miss it, and seeing it again makes me happy."

There's always been something about her that just makes me inherently happy, and because of that I love her, more than even my mother or father.

Our house wasn't very far from the elementary school, so within a few minutes we were there and I told her goodbye, and to be careful, and all the other things concerned people say. She smiled and hugged me and left.

After she got off this other kid decided to come over and sit next to me. He was a mostly white rabbit and I think his name was Tom or Tommy or something (a person can't really remember all the little things). He just sat there for a moment, probably waiting for me to acknowledge or something, but I didn't and he eventually groaned, before digging through his backpack and pulling out a paper.

"Hey Miles, you do the math homework?" He asked, holding up the blank sheet of paper, expecting me to let him copy.

I had done it, but instead of taking the time to rummage through my bag I told him, "I didn't do it either. I was gonna get the answers from someone at school."

"Oh. Thanks anyways." Tommy said before turning back around to talk with some other kid. For the rest of the bus ride I stared out the window, not really thinking about much just awaiting it to end.

After that I don't really remember much--time tends to wear on memories--but one thing I do remember is that initially not much changed. Every day was essentially the same; there was school every day, the mail still ran, all government regulated services were still being funded somehow (I always assumed it was the state still maintaining everything). Eventually though the money started to dry up.

It started out to be a normal day; same wake up routine and same bus ride, but as soon as I arrived at school they filtered everyone into the gym and the snooty principle stood in the middle of the large gym floor adjusting the microphone. At that moment I was probably thinking about how serious it must have been. The head dick usually spent all his time in his office being more of a figurehead than an actual leader (and a rumor had begun to spread that he was yiffing his secretary but that pretty irrelevant).

After all the students had flooded in and were seated, the principal signaled for everyone to get quiet (which after a few minutes and various threats they finally did) and he pulled a paper from his pocket and started to speak. The principal was a tall, proud looking German Shepard; his head was always the highest and from the few times I'd heard him speak he seemed to be the "I'm better than you" kind of person, and his deep voice suited his personality to a "T" (WTF does that expression even mean?).

"Dear students I regret to inform you that this'll be last day any of you will ever be in this building, as it stands now. As you probably know, the federal government was shut down a few months ago and the funds being used to sustain this school have finally run dry, so after this the buses will take you home and this building will be closed down. It doesn't only affect you though. All the teachers, and myself, will be losing our jobs as well."

All the students started to cheer and scream and the bigger man started to walk towards the far end of the gym, but before he could leave he stopped. After a brief pause he walked back over to the mic as if the tiny brain in his head had thought of something else to say. He started to speak again, this time his voice sounded more crisp and emotion filled (rather than the way he sounded reading from paper).

"Since this is gonna be the last time I have to deal with any of you, little brats, I just wanna get some things of my chest. I'm fuckin happy; I don't have to deal with your sorry asses anymore! All the goddamn retards always in my office because they're to fuckin lazy to do anything! All the little shitheads that think they're to fuckin cool to actually do what they're told! They always get sent to my fuckin office! All the dumbass teachers can't deal with their own fuckin problems and have to waste my time!"

At that point nearly everyone in the room held an expression of utter shock--teachers and students alike. A female mouse got up--I remember her being the counselor--and walked up to the steaming man put a hand on his shoulder, "Sir I think you crossed the line."

The enraged Canine looked at her before a big fist connected with her face, his eyes now crazed and his mouth now in a twisted smile. The mouse lady lying on the ground whimpered softly and then my attention was drawn away when he started to speak again.

"Did I take it too far Ms. Little? Are you gonna tell the cops on me? It's not like there's any law against it anymore," The brute stepped away for a moment to kick her in the gut, "...and Ms. Little you haven't seen the worst of it yet." He reached under his shirt and pulled out a fairly large metallic object, a pistol. Everyone in the bleachers were paralyzed in fear, me included. All of us awaited his next action.

He brought the gun down to Ms. Little's head, "Bet you wish you hadn't said anything now, bitch." In the next instant a large bang was heard and a large area of the floor was blood spatter. At that moment panic broke out and students and teacher alike ran for the nearest exit, and the psychopath mid room continued firing like a fucking madman, taking down many of the scared mass. I can remember my stomach turning, the sight of all the blood and the bodies dropping seriously getting to me, as I ran for the exits all the same.

Me along with many other people had made it to the double doors and quickly rushed through them. Just as the doors opened I quickly pushed past another kid, an older stallion, and just as I did the kid behind me fell with a thud and the thought that that could have been me sent chills through my body. Finally me and the rest of the students reached the door and rushed in all directions; Some students rushed to the buses, maybe expecting someone to drive them home after such a traumatic event, but I instead ran towards the elementary school, the only though on my mind being, Anna.

This is probably a fair enough time to explain mine and her relationship. We've always been really close, nothing truly romantic or incestuous, but closer than most siblings. We never really fought and I never teased her, I just never saw any fun in it, and anytime she ever had a nightmare, or any other problem, she'd come to me about it. It usually ended in me and her cuddled together asleep the next morning .I guess that's about it and now back to the memory...

_ _I broke into a dead sprint, adrenaline from the recent experience propelling me forward, as I quickly ran across the school parking lot, and eventually along the ever so familiar highway the bus came down every day. As I continued sprinting forward I could have sworn I experienced motion blur from how fast I was going, and it seemed like I got to the first intersection as fast as or faster than the bus usually did.

There were cars waiting for their respective light and cars driving through the intersection, but I paid them no mind and continued onward towards the elementary school--probably receiving a few honks from the pissed off drivers, but I don't exactly remember. I didn't really take the time to look behind me, but I assumed that at least some of the other kids were tailing me--after all some of them probably lived this way.

At that point I continued to full on sprint, still feeling little to no fatigue (that would come a little bit later), running along the road and cars continued to pass by me going back in the direction of the school with the psychopathic German Shepard who was probably still firing until his heart was content, I wonder if anyone knew what had happened by that point. Considering all the students and teachers out along the road they must have known something was up, but probably none of the specifics.

Well anyways back my incessant running; I continued on for what felt like only a few minutes (but may have been longer as you perception tends to change in traumatic situations), still running along the sidewalk as the idiots continued to drive back towards the middle school, and within the next 30 seconds or so I was to the front doors of the school. The moment I stopped I nearly collapsed, my legs and lungs alike felt like they were on fire. Even so I didn't waste any time and I entered the school.

As soon as I opened the door the air from the air conditioner rushed through my fur, and I groaned in slight relief, and it also made me release how much sweat covered my fur. I listened for a moment, just to make sure I didn't hear any panicked screams, or anything of the sort--after all something had already happened once today--and I took a quick detour to the hand dryer in the bathroom to dry my fur and to look more presentable. After a mere few minutes it looked almost normal and I sprinted down the ever so familiar hallways that I had been at only the year before (and for the record my legs still ached terribly).

After I turned a few corners I was at the gym doors, and I quickly opened the right side one. I was flooded by all the bright lights and all the rambunctious yelling of the younger children. I started scanning around looking for my dear sister Anna, but instead I saw a familiar face; she was a past teacher of mine and her.

Her name was Mrs. Simpson, and she was a leopard (A/N: thinking back to my 4th grade teacher names lolololol). I remember my first day in her class, I had never seen such an exotic fur and she really terrified me, but since it was the first day she prepared us cookies and juice and let us ask her questions opposed to doing real work.

I walked up to her and gently tapped her on the shoulder, and she turned around. She wrapped her arms around me really snuggly, "Oh Miles! What do you need, honey?"

"Oh well I needed to find my sister, Anna, because... um... because... our parents are here to pick her up," I lied, and Mrs. Simpson walked onto the crowded gym floor, and within a few minutes she came back holding the hand of little Anna.

Upon seeing him she ran over to me, happily yipping my name the entire way and embraced me tight, and did the same. After holding her in my arms for a second I released my grip and stood up, now instead taking her hand.

"Let's go Anna, mommy and daddy are waiting!" I said, and then quickly told Mrs. Simpson a good bye and thanked her for her help. We left the gym and within the next minute or so left through the front doors of the school as well.

We were greeted by the sun and I slowly walked her across the parking lot, not even hinting at the idea that I might stop and change directions to go to our parents' car (that obviously wasn't there). I half expected Anna to ask me where mom and dad were at, or why I had lied to Mrs. Simpson, or any number of other things along those lines, but she didn't. In fact, I believe she grasped my hand tighter and pulled a bit closer to me, but that could be something my subconscious added in there.

We continued to walk hand in hand as we had been, and now my mind started to wander. Today was one crazy day, I thought quickly replaying the events in my head, I'm so lucky to be alive, I could have died, like all those other people. That's right they died. They died!

At that point the reality of what happened hit me, and I fell to my knees on the side walk, and I gagged, all that blood, and my breakfast from this morning followed covered the ground, all of them gone and never to be another person exactly like them again. Anna still held my hand tightly at this point and gently patted me on the back.

"It'll be ok, brother. It'll be ok." She whispered gently to me and continued patting my back until the vomiting ceased, and I rose my head up from the ground tears discreetly streaming from my eyes and at that point, between the strain of throwing up and all the running I had done that day, I nearly fell over only to be caught by Anna.

"Brother, you're heavy!" she groaned, having a hard time maintaining my weight, but I finally came to my senses and took some of the pressure off of her. I felt bad that she had to help me so much, but I was so damn tired at the time. I think I may have blacked out for a quite a while, because after that all I remember was waking up on the couch in our living room.

Mom and Dad were standing over me and Anna was lying down at the other end of the sofa, probably pretty exhausted from having to drag me home. When my parents realized I was awake they both came over and hugged me tightly.

"Oh Miles thank god you're ok," Mom exclaimed, continuing to hold me tightly, "I can't believe I nearly lost you because of a psycho principal!"

"Honey, we should get going. With everything that's going on now it's the safest thing we can do," Dad already had our luggage in hand and was on his way out to load it in the car.

"What's going on?" I asked groggily, wondering if there was more happening that what I knew.

"The federal funding for a lot of things is depleted so they can't maintain all the civil services they used to; Schools, the Postal Service, and anything else that was government regulated. On the news they had a breaking story about how a lot of federal penitentiaries, that's prisons, are in the process of shutting down, and all the inmates are being released, and that's why we have to leave." Mom replied while quickly picking up all the lose items she was taking, but didn't get packed.

At that point I was nearly on my feet, the idea of all these criminals on the streets terrified me; they were the kind of people that would kill, steal, lie, you name it without a second thought, and the worst of it is that it wouldn't only be one, or two, it'd be thousands of bad people in a world where they could get away with anything.

Dad came back in, telling us it was time to go, and Anna, Mom, and I followed him out. I walked around the right side of our medium sized blue car, and hastily opened the back right door and climbed in, at the same time Anna climbed in the left, and then we both took the time to buckle our seatbelts. By that time Dad was backing out of the driveway and we were on our way.

"Hey, where are we going?" I asked, since nobody had made any implication about it before.

Dad took a second to answer, he probably hadn't thought about it until now, "Since we all have passports we could just about anywhere. Where would you like to go?"

I'd have rather just stayed home, but that wasn't really an option with all that had conspired. I thought for a moment before responding, "I liked that time we went to Canada, could we go there?"

We talked about it for quite a while and decided Canada was as good of place as any, and at least now we had a destination in mind. The next few hours were pretty boring we drove and drove and drove and drove... you get the point. During the near endless journey Anna and I played all the boring car games. We were still driving, nowhere near our object, but Kentucky (A/N: where I live) isn't just around the corner from Canada.

Dad eventually stopped at some generic hotel and went in to check about vacancies. It was one of the outdoor hotels; the ones in scary movies, the ones that don't in promote a feeling of security in the slightest. He came out carrying 4 keycards, and handed me 2 of them, "You and Anna get room 105 and we have room 106, if anything happens here's the key to our room too."

I think I yawned and murmured "ok" and grabbed my suitcase and headed inside the room, Anna following me carrying her stuff too. I didn't think much of it then, but it was kinda weird that they gave us our own room. After all, a hotel room has 2 beds so Anna and I could have just shared a bed (Like we did anyways), and Mom and Dad could have taken the other, but thinking about it now they probably yiffed quite a bit that night--just something to think about.

I sat my stuff on the TV stand and Anna did the same, and I took the bed away from the door. At that point I didn't feel like changing so I stripped down to my briefs and got under the covers. My younger solid white sister walked went into the bathroom, her jammies in hand and within a few seconds I heard the water running.

That was just one of those things, Anna really liked to be clean, and because of that she usual took 2 to 3 showers a day--every morning and night without fail. At that point I didn't go to sleep, but instead my hands found my sheath and started rubbing it gently. One day I saw dad rubbing himself like this and I decided to try it and it felt really nice, and I've been doing it ever since.

As I continued to rub the small pink tip of it came out and my body started to shudder at the stimulation. By this point I had thrown the cover to the side and was now stroking the pink flesh with my paws, and releasing slight groans every few moments. In the midst of my pleasure I hadn't heard the water turn off or even the door creak open, and it must have been a good minute or so before I noticed Anna standing there staring at me, "Miles, whatcha doin?"

I was blushing at that moment and quickly pulled the cover over me before responding, "Something I saw dad doing once, and it feels really good."

"Can I see it?" She asked, before coming over and laying down beside me. Something about the idea of her seeing my "private area" made me happy and excited at the same time, so I removed the cover to show her my pink erection standing tall in all its tiny glory.

Anna's eyes were currently glued to my crotch and after a few seconds of staring her solid white paws were now in motion to touch it. As her soft furry finger touched me I couldn't help but groan, and she quickly pulled her hand away, "Did I hurt you?"

I shook my head, "No, that felt amazing."

She must have taken that as a go ahead because her paw was now fondling me once again, and I was groaning like a madman. She got into a rhythm; she had both her paws around me, and stroked me from base to tip about once or so every second. After a mere minute of her touch I groaned quite a bit louder than before; my back arched and my entire body spasmed in the most wonderful feelings I had ever had.

After that my mind felt cloudy and I was generally exhausted but even so I pulled Anna in to a tight hug and which I was trying to catch my breath I said, "That was... amazing!"

A big smile formed on her face and she embraced me just as tightly, "I like making you feel good, brother."

I embraced her, wrapping my arms around her tightly and pulled her close to me. This left our muzzles loosely touching, and our eyes now met, i had never felt that way about another person before in my life. By then I knew it was love, the kind that we were always told wasn't meant for brothers and sisters, and I didn't give a damn if it was wrong, but the way I felt (and still feel) transpires that boundary. I smiled at her, before yawning and wishing her a good night, and she smiled and did the same; we proceeded to drift of in the warmth of each other's embrace.

"Miles! Anna! Wake up! We're leaving in an hour!" Mom shook me awake and I sat up and stretched, surfacing a yawn. Anna was now sitting up and rubbing her eyes, afterwards she looked at me and I did the same and we both smiled happily.

"You guys are so cute," Mom said, before hugging both of us tightly. We sat like this for a good few seconds before she got up and started to walk out the door, but not before adding, "now get ready!"

Anna got up off the bed and started walking towards the bathroom, "I'm gonna take a shower, ok?"

I nodded at her, and laid back down on the firm hotel bed, still tired out of my mind, and I probably would have went back to sleep, but the dull ache that had developed in my bladder prevented it. I really hate when you're trying to do something but having to pee just prevents that. I ended up getting up and walking to the bathroom.

I turned the doorknob, knowing it would be unlocked, and walked in. The mist from the shower was keeping the bathroom hot and humid. I looked towards the shower the glass obscured a lot but I could see her form pretty clearly, I looked for a few seconds nearly forgetting my bladder dilemma, and walked over to the toilet. I lifted the seat and dropped my boxers and after the brief few seconds of waiting a yellow stream hit the toilet, feeling instant relief.

"Hey Anna, sorry I really had to pee," I said as I shook my sheath trying my best to get all the little droplets of urine off of it. After I had done the best I could I sat the toilet seat down and sat down on it, half expecting to freeze my ass off, but it turned out to be fairly warm because of the heat of the shower.

"It's ok, we share a bathroom at home so I'm kind of used to it," She replied, and based on what I could see through the blurred glass she was washing her fur. I watched her pretty intently, I have to admit it made me feel like such a creep, but even so my eyes didn't leave her. By that point I felt a similar feeling in my crotch, and I pulled my boxers down, and unsurprisingly I saw a good inch or 2 of pink, and I couldn't really ignore it at that point, so I stroked myself while sitting there looking through the shower glass.

During that time I couldn't help but think about Anna, my very own sister, but by that point I knew I loved her way more than I ever should. I felt best when we we're holding close together, and I desired nothing more at that moment than to hold her close to me, to kiss her like the lovers In movies, like we had always been told was wrong.

I heard the water come to a stop, the annoying sound of dripping water begin, and then the door opened and Anna stepped out onto a towel strung across the floor. She stood there and picked up a different towel of the rack on the front of the shower door. She looked at me, her eyes drawn to my crotch that I made no attempt to cover, and a smile formed on her face. She then turned away and proceeded to dry off. Whether intended or not, I saw everything as she bent down to dry her feet and legs. I had seen her naked many times before, but it had never been like this, now I looked onward in a sort of lust.

I sat there still grinding away at my, now full sized, erection, my eyes nearly glazing over at the sight of my little sister's cute little backside. Then I didn't really know why seeing my cute little sister's rump made me so excited, being siblings there was a point where we bathed together, and I never felt this way so why now? I unconsciously licked my lips, and gasped as the familiar feeling pulsed through my body, I closed my eyes as my back arched and my toes clenched. After a few moments I regained my composure, and I quickly noticed Anna, still nude, was staring at me.

"You look so cute when you do that, Miles," Anna said, before softly giggling at me. I stood up, my face probably a bright shade of red by now, and closed the distance between me and her, and embraced her gently. Anna and I now stood in the middle of a motel bathroom, holding each other, probably blushing (I couldn't really see her face with us like this) and most definitely naked. We both laughed, I really don't know why we were, but I really couldn't complain. I loved being that close to her in such a way, I loved the way her soft tummy fur felt against my sheath, and more than anything I just loved being close to her. My paws started gently rubbed her back, I don't know what brought me to do so but it just felt right. She must have enjoyed it, she murmured softly and relied a bit more on me to hold her up.

I continued to gently stroke her back soft fur, and as time went on my hands began to move lower and lower. Originally I was rubbing up near her shoulders, but now my hands were down to about her center back, I wonder if she noticed? Based on the way she groaned, and trembled I believe she did. I got a bit impatient and moved my hands down quite a bit farther, they now rested just above the base of her tail. At that point I had stopped all motion and my hands just rested there for a moment. Anna now held me so tightly, and her claws gripped my fur tightly, as my hands rested right above her sensitive flank. About that time, there was a knock at the outside door, and mom yelling, "We'll be leaving in 10 so be ready!"

That startled me, to the point that now I already had my once discarded boxers in my hand and was nearly out the bathroom door. I walked over to my suitcase, unzipped it, and pulled out the first pair of jeans and T-shirt I saw, before rezipping it, and quickly getting dressed. I sat down on the side of the bed and put my socks on, it was about then that the bathroom door opened, and Anna walked out in a flowery purple shirt, and a frilly black skirt. She walked over and sat down beside and started to put her shoes on as I was now, and all the while she rested against me. At the time I didn't know if she was just enjoying all the new found attention or if she felt the way I did.

We were both ready and carrying our suitcases out to the car within a few minutes and after dad returned the key cards and paid for the rooms we were on our way yet again. We drove for a little while along the local roads until Dad pulled into the parking lot of some local restaurant. I don't remember the name of the place, but it didn't look bad; the building was pretty big, and when we went inside the interior wasn't fancy in the slightest, but it didn't really look bad--if that makes any sense.

We got seated at a booth near the back of the restaurant, and the waitress lady (who I think was a mink, I'm not ready sure), gave us menus, Anna and I received the children's menu, the ones that you color and has all those little puzzles and things on it. I didn't really want to do it, so after deciding what I wanted I handed it to Anna, she was already precisely coloring hers and thanked me for it. The waitress came back, and asked what we wanted drink; Mom and Dad got coffee and me and Anna both got orange juice. It's kind of funny, I never really liked orange juice all that much, but at some point I just really got into it... Just one of those weird things that don't really matter. Well anyways the lady came back and brought everyone their drinks--She gave us the colored twisty straws, and the plastic take home cups--and asked for our orders. If I remember correctly I got French toast, Anna got blueberry pancakes, and mom and dad both got a breakfast special, I think it had hash browns, eggs, bacon, biscuits, maybe a few other things I'm not really sure.

We all sat there and ate our respective foods, and within the first few minutes of us getting it I had already cleared my entire plate. My parents always got after me for eating so fast, they always used to say how they didn't know how I could enjoy my food after eating it so fast, which I never really got. Now I sat at the table, having just finished my breakfast, and quickly approaching the bottom of my orange juice cup, so now all I could really do was watch everyone else I eat. I always hate when you finish eating first--or last for that matter-- because you're either waiting for everyone else or they're waiting for you. I sat there for a few minutes, the lady hadn't been back around, so I still hadn't been given anymore orange juice, and I started tapping on spoons and stuff to try and occupy myself. One thing I failed to mention is that, that kind of stuff got to mom, and just minor stuff like that usually caused our disputes. All the while Anna and Dad laughed, which led to us laughing as well, and all was forgotten for the moment--keywords being "for the moment".

Within the next ten, maybe fifteen, minutes everyone was done eating, and after a quick bathroom break, we were back on the road again. After that we continued onwards, we still had many hours to drive, so I took my shoes off and stretched out the best I could while wearing a seatbelt, I laid against the door and although it was really uncomfortable, I somehow ended up falling asleep.

I awoke to the screeching of tires and a jarring impact. I shook my head a bit, trying to regain my senses. I looked around and I couldn't see all that much; I must have been asleep for quite a while, because the sun was still high in the sky when I went to sleep. I looked over towards Anna to see her rubbing her eyes and shaking her head as well, probably just waking up like me.

"Why the hell is there a fucking car parked across the road!" I heard dad say it, as he rubbed his forehead, a little trickle of blood now running from his forehead. I looked to mom as well, she had probably hit her head against the dash and now looked a little dazed.

Before anymore could be said, a bright flashlight shined through the broken driver side window and I heard a loud gruff voice say, "Get out of the fucking car!" None of us really made any moves, I'm assuming it's because of how dazed and confused we all seemed to be because the impact. The man grew quite impatient, and forcefully yanked the drivers door open, before yanking dad out and to the ground, and based on the sounds of grunts, I think they roughed him up a bit. A different man now spoke, he had a southern accent and he sounded timid, I really don't believe he was the type, "Please, jus git out, we don't wanna hurt y'all."

By that point we all had come to our senses a bit more, and all made our way out of the car. Anna followed me out my side, at that point I think we were all crying, and Anna clung to my side. The gruff voiced guy spoke again, "Come around the car, and try anything funny, I mean it god dammit! I'll blow your fucking brains out, don't fucking try me!"

I was scared out of my fuckin mind at that point, and none of us dare disobey him. We all walked around the car, now dad was on his feet, his face had quite a bit more cuts and blood on it now, and his muzzle seemed a bit off center, at the time that alone made me feel sick and scared, and many other bad things. A really big bear came over to mom, it was the guy with the really gruff voice, and he grabbed her by her head fur and forcefully kissed her, while his other hand found her ass and caused her to squeak, and a few more tears to roll from her face. When their lips parted, he chuckled lightly, "I can't wait to fuck you, now walk."

He put a gun to her back, and a few moments later, another of the goons walked behind me and Anna and I felt a hard metallic object against my back, and I assumed we were in the same predicament. The man behind me pressed the object hard against my back, I assumed it was a signal to walk so I did, and now we were walking in the dark in an unfamiliar area.

We walked for quite a while along the tree line next to the country road we had been traveling down, until we came to a path that led into the woods. They signaled for us to turn, and we did, and continued down not really knowing what to expect at the end of this road. After a good few minutes of walking, we came to a small cabin, and the bad men led us inside. I don't really remembered what it looked like, the majority of the minor details were lost to me. The man that had the gun to us lead us to a sofa against the wall opposite of the door. I think he was a leopard, or maybe a cheetah. When he sat us down, he smiled at us, bearing his fangs in the process, "You'd better be good little children, if you want mommy and daddy to stay alive."

Me and her both bawled even harder at that comment, and neither of us attempted to move from that spot, I forced her head to my chest and covered her ears the best I could, so she couldn't see or hear any of the bad things I knew were gonna happen, but I couldn't look away as dad was handcuffed around a support beam, keeping him immobilized, even so he struggled and growled and showed his big canine teeth, trying his best not to show any weakness. That was a mistake. The big bear came over to him and slugged him hard in the face, dad tried not to let it phase him, but after a few more hits like that he looked about as pitiful as anyone I'd ever seen. Now he just sort of slid to the ground, and closed his eyes his exhaustion quite obvious. Yet another mistake. The bear came back over to him and gave him yet another hit, "Open your fucking eyes! I want you to watch every moment as I fuck your wife silly."

Dad didn't dare close his eyes again, at that point his submission to the bear was quite obvious. The bear went over to mom, she sat on the ground sobbing, He lifted her by her neck fur, she winced at whimpered, but didn't dare protest. The bear held her close to him, with their lips nearly touching, but didn't move her any closer to him but instead whispered something to her, and she instead made the move forward closing the gap. Her muzzle pressed against his as if her life depended on it, which I'm fairly certain it did. The bear finally broke the kiss, and pushed mom to her knees and pulled a nearby chair over and sat down. He stroked his cock through his jeans, and then brought his oversized paw to her chin and raised her head until she was eye to eye with him, her eyes were red and swollen, and tears were still running down from her eyes in full stream. The bear lowered her gaze to his bulging crotch before bring it back to eye level with him, "Look what you're doin to me baby! Now why don't you be a doll and help daddy out a bit."

All the other men stood around the scene and watched, most of them now had their hands in their pants, or they're pants nearly off all together. Mom was still on her knees to the bears crotch, she was fumbling with the bears fly, but her hands were trembling so much that she couldn't quite get it, and the bear started to get inpatient. After a few failed attempts, the bear had finally had enough and used his big hand to club her across the head knocking her to the ground, and mom made the most pitiful sound I had ever heard, but never the less she pulled herself back up to the bears crotch and continued to fiddle with the button before finally getting it. Now a steady stream of blood ran down from the top of her head, but she continued to attempt to service the bear. She quickly unzipped his fly and pulled down his boxers to reveal his monstrous cock. Mom started slowly taking in a little bit of his shaft into her mouth, but it seemed he didn't want it slow and sensual, and his shoved the entire thing down her throat. She gasped for breathe, and tried to frantically push away, but his big paws held her in place. After a good few seconds or so she stopped fighting and seemed to fall over, but the bear quickly removed his shaft leaving her gasping for air and after she seemed to be the littlest bit fine, he'd do it, and again.

I sat there unable to look away for what seemed like hours, and it gets worse, but I'll-I'll spare the details. The bear eventually got tired of his little game and now moved to her cunt, and I watched it all, I FUCKIN WATCHED IT ALL! After their fun and games were over they left mom in a heap on the floor, her eyes were open and her chest rose and fell, but nothing else. They moved over to dad again, delivering him hard kicks anywhere; his groin, his chest, his face--anywhere they fuckin wanted and he wasn't really doing much else now either. At that point the bear walked over to us, and I thought we were gonna die right then, but that creepy fuck looked over at us, and licked his lips, he reached his paw out to touch Anna, but I didn't allow him to, and the hot head slapped me. HARD. Knocking me to the floor, I couldn't have gotten up at that point, but I sure did try. I raised my head and watched the fuckin psychopath as his claws caressed her cheek, and he forced her gaze towards his cold eyes, "You sure are cute, and I've never had a cub before."

He sighed before continuing, "Daddy's kinda tired tonight, so why don't be a good girl and get some sleep. And if you be a good boy, daddy might give you some attention too."

The first part pissed me off beyond all belief, and the second part just made my skin crawl. The bear came over and roughly picked me up by my arm pit, and then threw me against the back wall of a small closet he led us to, and Anna came running in after me checking to see if I was ok. The bear slowly closed the door and whispered, "Sleep tight."

I picked myself off the ground, and went over to comfort my dear sister. If it wasn't for Anna I would already be slumped over crying in some great defeat, but I couldn't do that, I couldn't let that sick fuck do what he intended to do to her. As we sat there in the closet I held Anna tightly as she wept, I gently stroked her fur and let her cry into my shirt. We sat there for a while, it was probably a good hour or 2, and at that point I loosened my embrace on Anna so she could look at me, and I put my finger in front of my muzzle, signaling for her to be quiet. She just nodded, covering her muzzle with her hand and breathing through her nose. My ears perked up and listened for any sound coming from outside. We sat like this for quite a while and when I was sure there was no movement outside I pulled Anna into a tight embrace, and gently kissing her on her forehead, before whispering, "I love you so much, Anna. Now I need you to cover your ears, and stay put until I come back to get you."

She nodded hesitantly, and I couldn't help but embrace her again, and this time I gently pressed my muzzle to hers for just a moment, before silently getting up and walking over to the door. I slowly turned the knob, expecting it to be locked, but surprisingly it turned easy. I slowly opened the door and closed it behind me. I looked around and luckily no one seemed to be awake. There was a guy asleep on the sofa, me and Anna were forced to sit on, there was another of the guys on a futon, that I hadn't noticed until that very moment, but the third guy, the bear, wasn't there. I looked around and immediately I noticed the gun on the coffee table, and without even thinking I knew what I was gonna do. I walked over to it silently and picked it up and examined it closely. Dad and I used to go to the firing range pretty often, so I definitely knew how to use a gun. I clicked the magazine release, and I smiled a bit sadistically, before reloading the magazine, and pointing the barrel at the first guy's head; he was the feline guy.

I pointed it right at his head, my hands trembled and the gun shook--not out of fear or doubt but out of anger. It was there faults our parents were probably nothing more than corpses now, that hadn't done anything to anyone, but lost their lives, for some nut jobs sick twisted thrill. When I was sure I was ready, I fired. The feline's head bounced and blood splattered landing on the floor, the furniture, my clothing, and my face, and the loud bang left my ears ringing. Not even a second later my sights were on the other guy, he was a mutt of some sort, and the man I assumed to have the deep southern accent, and I fired again, hitting my mark, and adding to the deafening effect. After that I quickly scanned the room, and I saw a door down a little hallway; I quickly sprinted for it, turned the knob, and ran into the room it led to. After the two shots I had fired, there was no point in trying to be discreet, and I feel I demonstrated that nicely by accidentally slamming the door into the wall.

I quickly scanned the room, the first thing I noticed was the large king sized bed mid room, and the seemingly larger sleeping fur asleep in it. At that moment I held a big sadistic smile, the fuckin things I would do to this guy! I got right up beside the guy, and just looked at him for a moment. I pulled the cover off of him, and unsurprisingly to me he was completely nude. I pointed the gun barrel towards his big cock, and fired. The shot went straight through, leaving a big gaping hole, that was spewing blood. The bear awoke with a scream, he sat up and looked at his injured cock, before falling back down, trembling, and screaming even more.

"Look at me, or I'll fucking kill you right now!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, the gun now pointed towards his heart, the bear strained his head to look at me, and now it was his turn to fear me. He looked so pitiful, and that seriously pissed me off. My aim shifted towards his left leg and I pulled the trigger without any hesitation, and he howled at the top of his lungs as the bullet tore through the muscle, and possibly even broke the bone, "Don't so god damn pitiful! You killed my parents in the worst ways possible! What happened to that man?! What happened to the man that said he was gonna fuck my sister, and maybe even me?!"

I knew he was probably in too much pain to respond, but even so it still made me angry, and I fired another shot, and another, and yet another; all of which were either in limbs, or missed any vital organs so I could watch him suffer for what he did. I'm not gonna lie, I found satisfaction in all of it, and I didn't feel bad in the slightest; he deserved everything I did to him, and more. I continued to fire, until I emptied the magazine, the bear still lay on the bed, his eyes slightly open, blood probably draining from 20 or more different bullet wounds, so he wouldn't last very long now.

After that I walked in to the bathroom and went over to sink; I looked in the mirror and saw a substantial amount of blood on my face, and I may have been imagining it, but my eyes had lost their usual luster--they didn't shine like before, and now were just a dull green. I shrugged it off and quickly searched the cabin for anything that could be necessary; I found over a thousand dollars in cash, A few more clips of ammo for the pistol, and a small back pack to carry it in. Before I returned to Anna I did two other things though; First I found both Mom and Dad's drivers licenses and put them in a small pocket as keep sakes, and I also dragged all the bodies into the master bed room and shut the door, aside from our parents which I laid on the furniture, and covered with spare blankets I had found in the master bedroom.

I went back to the closet door and opened it slowly to see Anna still sitting on the ground, and covering her ears just I told her to. When I entered her face lit up and I got down on my knees and hugged her tightly, she did the same to me and we sat like that for a few moments, just glad to have each other. When we pulled away, she noticed a splotch of blood on my shirt, and screamed, "Are you ok, Miles?!"

"Yeah, it's not my blood," I responded, before patting her on the head, "Your brothers a bad person, now."

She shook her head frantically and held me tightly, "No you're not those people were bad! You were just protecting us!"

At that moment, I was relieved; I thought she might hate me, or be afraid of me, or any number of other things, but she wasn't. I wasn't a monster to her! I was still the big brother she loved! I reached down and grabbed her hand, and helped her up, I held her hand tightly and we walked out of the gruesome cabin together, never to return again.