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Family reunions are the worst.

Alex scrunched his eyes shut, swirling his finger, though he knew his iPod could go no louder. His cheap drugstore headphones crackled with each rise and fall of his chest, but even that could not drown out the laughter and nearly shouting voices of fifty drunken strangers. Family, sure, but only through his stepmom. Unless you counted Samantha, his twin sister, whom he'd last seen conversing deeply with a half-dozen... cousin-in-laws? Cousins? Whatever the hell they were.

A booming laugh echoed right outside the bedroom door and Alex's claws dug into the burnt umber fur of his thighs. It'd be a miracle if he lasted the night without any new holes in his jeans. Another laugh, and he buried his face into the futon, ears flush against his skull.

How could Samantha stand the crowd, the people, the noise? He muttered a curse into the pillow.

The door creaked open and Alex dutifully turned to gaze at Olivia, his stepmom, with one eye. He paused the music, and the din outside seemed to double in volume.

"Al?" she asked, drink in hand. He hated the nickname. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," he lied. It's not as though she would understand. He'd tried to explain it once, but she'd laughed it off as shyness.

"You must be bored in here by yourself. Why don't you come out and try talking to some of your cousins? They came all this way to see you."

They're not my cousins, you stupid... he couldn't finish the insult, even mentally. She was oblivious and ignorant, not malevolent. So he simply shrugged and turned his face away, once more. "Maybe later."

He could feel her disapproving stare on his back until he heard the door click shut. The music resumed. The sense of solitude washed over him once more, and he sighed. A part of him envied people like her, who could just... talk. Be around people.

A few minutes later, there was another knock at the door. He barely heard it over the music, but he sat up instantly. There were only a few people who would know to knock, and only one who would be looking for him tonight.

"Alex? Samantha asked, easing the door open a crack. "Can I come in?"

He pulled the headphones from his ears, letting them hang around his neck in their usual spot. "Yeah, sure."

His sister slipped lithely into the room, backpack in hand. She shut the door behind her then glared at the doorknob. "We need a goddamn lock."

He shot her a look. They'd been asking for a lock on their door since... well, since their father had married Olivia. They'd been eight at the time, and despite promising one almost daily, their love struck papa had had more on his mind than home renovations. Those assurances, like a lot of things, had died with him.

And so, with a sigh, Alex lifted himself from the futon and joined her by the door. Growling quietly, he grabbed their shared dresser, and dragged it in front of the doorway. Wordlessly, he retreated to his former seat.

The pair shared pretty much everything, but the room's single twin bed was not one of them. Fighting over who slept on the marginally less comfortable futon had gotten old quick, so they'd quickly learned to alternate. A dry erase calendar on the wall testified to that fact. Tonight was his night.

Samantha eyed him for a second, and then chuckled, cautiously placing her bag at the foot of their--her--bed. "My hero," she said, grinning. She fished around inside the backpack, emerging a second later with a six pack.

Alex groaned. "Sammy, what is that?"

"What does it look like?" She grabbed one of the amber glass bottles and tossed it to him. "It's beer. Well, cider, actually. Supposed to be a lot tastier."

"Yeah, but why is it here?"

She didn't say anything--didn't even have to. Her you-have-to-ask grin was more than enough.

"Ah. Dumb question, I guess."

"A little dumb, yeah." She fiddled with something and a second later, her bottle popped open. She tossed the item his way and he caught it without thinking. He glanced down--a lighter.

"What do I do with this?" he asked, awaiting his sister's shiteating grin. To his surprise, she merely rolled her eyes slightly and plucked both the lighter and the bottle from his hands.

"Scoot," she ordered, and he made room. Holding her skirt to keep it from flaring, she nimbly leapt the side and slid in behind him. Cupping his hands in hers, she walked him through the opening, step-by-step.

It took a half-dozen tries--and two very sore thumbs--but he eventually managed to pop the lid, much to Samantha's delight. She giggled, hugging him playfully from behind. Alex immediately tensed, ducking his head to shield his neck from the tickling bites that inevitably peppered his neck. Only this time, they did not come. Instead, his sister gave a soft, purring growl, nuzzling his ear. It was extremely pleasant at first, until Alex became all-too-aware of the manner in which Samantha's breasts squished against his shoulders. It was an uncomfortable reminder that his sister was no longer the genderless, asexual being she'd been for the first fourteen-or-so years of their lives.

"What's wrong?" Samantha asked. "Drink up."

"We're not old enough," Alex protested, suddenly self-conscious. "Hell, we're barely in high school, Sammy." He didn't even have to see her face to know what she thought of his excuse.

"Wait," she said. "You're worried about that?" She leaned over to retrieve her drink, and then took a long sip. "Alex, we're at home, with family! This isn't some high school party. What's the worst that could happen?"

He glanced toward the door, waiting for Murphy and his Law to knock. But no knock sounded, merely the same dull, slowly maddening roar of conversation beyond.

Shaking his head softly, Alex took his first sip of alcohol. He exhaled, conflicted. The cider was tart, but still relatively potent. "They're not my family, he said, quietly."

"Whoa, hey," Samantha said, sliding out to sit beside him. "You okay, bro?"

He shrugged, taking a much deeper sip. "I'm fine," he lied again.

Reaching over with her free hand, Samantha lightly scratched behind his ears, making his white-tipped tail twitch. "Come on," she pleaded. "Don't do that. Tell me what's going on."

"I don't want to talk about it, Samantha." He drank again. "Isn't that why you brought these?"

Growling, she nipped his ear, making him flinch. "Fine, dummy. Then let's drink about it." When he didn't respond, she waved her cider in front of his face. "I'll guess what you're thinking, and if I'm right, you drink. If I'm wrong, I drink. Then it's your turn. Okay?"

Alex shrugged.

"Alex..." she nibbled his ear again, though gently.

"Okay."

Giving another uncharacteristic giggle, Samantha scurried to the opposite end of the futon. There she knelt on his pillow, clutching her cider with both hands. The peach colored fur of her tail shone with much greater luster than his as it waved over her shoulders. She eyed her brother with an intense, mischievous gaze.

"I think... that _you_think... I'm the only family you've got."

Alex looked down at his paws, then away. And then he drank.

"Well, you're wrong. Your turn."

"I pass."

"You can't pass, silly! It breaks the game."

"I don't care about the game, sis."

"Aaaalex!" Samantha groaned, though concern still bled into her voice. "Please? Just humor me."

Taking another quick swig, Alex sighed and leaned back against the futon. He shifted slightly to face her, though mostly to give his tail more room.

"You think that I think you're my only family."

"That's weak. Cheater." Samantha grumbled. But she drank.

"You think I'm too hard on Olivia," Alex continued.

Samantha stiffened visibly. She stared down at her cider and licked her lips thoughtfully, tail no longer waving. "She does the best she can." Again she drank.

"You think--"

"Oh, no you don't!" she interrupted. "It's my turn! The point was to get you drunk, not me!"

For the first time, Alex cracked a smile. "You weigh like... thirty pounds less than me, Sis. You didn't really think this out, did you?"

Sticking out her tongue, Samantha took a quick sip. "You think you can out-drink me!"

Alex leered, finishing the last of his cider in one large swig.

"That's it!" the young vixen cried. She leaned forward, eyes ablaze. "I'll drink you under the table, you little punk."

Alex reached over, grabbing another bottle. It only took him two tries this time, and he took a celebratory sip for good measure. "I'm just being realistic, Sammy."

"I'll show you 'realistic,' Lexi!" his sister growled. She upended her bottle, chugging in a distinctly unladylike fashion.

Alex felt his face flush at the feminine nickname. Though, truthfully, the pleasant warmth of alcohol in his stomach probably played a bigger role than he wanted to admit.

"I'm not a kid anymore, Samantha. Don't call me that."

"Then prove it... Lexi," his sister teased, though not unkindly. She smiled, gesturing with her now-empty bottle. "You're a lightweight, I can tell. I think you're just scared I'll make you my bitch."

Alex frowned, mindlessly handing her another cider. "Wait. You're wrong... but do I drink to prove you wrong... or...?"

Samantha laughed and reached out to guide the cider to his lips. He drank, and his sister grinned as she worked the bottle free of his paw. "Yeah, swallow it, Lexi!" she half-giggled, half-cackled. Her face was flushed as she crawled onto his lap, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and forcing him to continue drinking. Alex struggled faintly, but his sister's grip was too tight--and it wasn't as though he minded the taste of the alcohol. Finally, when the cider was gone, he coughed, and thrashed lightly until his sister released him.

"How was it?" she asked, suddenly hesitant.

He knew that she expected him to get mad, to curse, and maybe even pout--but between the ever increasing volume of alcohol in his bloodstream and his surprising gratitude for his sister's company, he found himself in a remarkably tolerant mood. So he grinned, batting his eyes theatrically.

"Kind of bitter," he whispered with false timidity. "And there was so much of it. But I did it! I swallowed it all!"

Samantha's eyes went wide and her face flushed scarlet beneath the short, soft, white fur of her face. "Oh, god. I love you, Alex." She laughed breathlessly and took a deep sip of her own cider. "Please never change." She snuggled close to him, her face tucked against his collar.

"I won't," he promised. "You'll always have me, right here."

There was a long, contented silence, broken only by Samantha as she nursed her cider. She finished her second bottle, and then pressed her face back against his chest. She breathed deeply several times, and then sniffled. Looking down, Alex was surprised to see his sister wiping away tears.

"You okay, Sammy?" he asked, running a hand through her hair. "What's wrong?"

Samantha didn't answer, instead grabbing another pair of ciders. She deftly opened them, handed one over, then sat back against his side. After a few minutes, and a few more sips, she cleared her throat softly.

"Five of our cousins got engaged or married in the last year. Three are expecting, and four others have kids already. Two old ladies died, plus god knows what else went on."

Taking a sip, Alex chewed his lip for a second, focusing hard to make his thoughts coherent. He cocked his head, venturing delicately, "Um, what's your point, Sis?"

Samantha gave a quiet, sniffling growl. "I just heard about them today! They're family, but they might as well be strangers the rest of the year!" She turned, staring up at Alex with wet, swollen eyes. "What if we're like that someday? I don't want to lose you too!"

"Hey, hey," Alex murmured. "No worries, silly kit." He stroked his sister's head gently, combing her auburn hair with his fingers. "I told you, you'll always have me, right here." He tapped her cute black nose, making her blink. I guess we know who the lightweight really is. She hasn't even finished her third cider....

"Alex..." Samantha sobbed, burying her face in his neck and wrapping her arms around him. She whimpered quietly, then leaned back and kissed him. Deliberately and quite forcefully.

On the lips.

Alex froze; he couldn't have pulled back if he'd wanted to. Samantha's lips were wet, soft, and utterly yielding. His hands found her sides and held her awkwardly. A part of him wanted to push her away, but a disturbingly large part wanted nothing more than to drag the moment out as long as possible.

Samantha pulled back suddenly, eyes wide with fear. "Oh god. Um." She bit her lip and looked away. Her hands clutched the front of his shirt, kneading it nervously. "Shit. Alex, I, uh. Sorry. I don't...."

What the hell.

He smiled, tenderly cupped her cheek, and kissed her again. The moment his lips met hers, Samantha practically swooned. She gave a soft, throaty moan, tugging on his shirt to pull them closer together. The new kiss did not last quite as long as the first, but again, it was Samantha who ended it. She met his gaze, gave a beaming smile, then blushed tremendously and buried her face against his chest.

"Thrngk Yruuu," she mumbled into his shirt. He could feel her blushing through the fabric. She drew back slightly and began to nuzzle his neck. "I didn't expect you to kiss me. I thought you'd be mad."

Alex shrugged, shaking his head. "We're twins, Sis. We spent like... most of the first year of our lives cuddling naked. Now we're both sad, drunk, and lonely." He laughed a bit louder than he'd intended. "I mean really... what's a kiss?"

Drinking deeply from her cider, Samantha set the mostly empty bottle on the ground, out of the range of their tails. "Do you think..." she asked, hesitantly. "Do you think we could do that some more? I mean... we don't have to, if you--"

Setting his cider next to Samantha's, Alex seized his sister about the middle and swung her over. She giggled as she flopped into his lap, straddling him. Leaning back, Samantha flaunted both her flexibility and her slender, toned stomach as she eagerly finished off her bottle and tossed it aside.

Alex held her hips, stabilizing her, and trying to resist the urge to look up her shirt as she stretched. He failed miserably, and caught sight of a light pink bra, struggling to contain her still-growing breasts.

Samantha noticed his stare as she straightened, and flashed him a cheeky grin. "Whatcha lookin' at, Alex?" He blushed and she giggled softly. She seemed to be doing a lot of that lately. It took him a minute to realize she was blushing too. "Do... do you want to touch them?"

He hesitated, struggled briefly to consult his sober mind, and then nodded.

With the effortless mastery of a teenage girl, Samantha reached up inside her shirt and unclasped her bra. A few quick motions later, and she'd slid it free from under her top. Suddenly self-conscious, she briefly crossed her arms over her chest--her nipples poked out stiffly against the fabric--then breathed deeply. Taking Alex's paws in hers, she lifted them to her breasts.

Though he'd seen enough porn to know approximately what to expect, Alex couldn't help but be surprised by just how soft his sister's boobs were. He squeezed softly, running his thumbs over the erect nipples. Samantha inhaled sharply, arching her back against his grasp. Her tail thrashed and she gave a quiet moan. The sound made him shiver, loins stirring. He squeezed harder, and she barely managed to choke back a cry. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut, her mouth open wide.

"Sensitive?" he teased, pinching her nipples lightly through her top.

She nodded desperately, face red beneath her fur. Fumbling for a moment with her shirt, she yanked the garment up to her chin, begging wordlessly.

The sight nearly took his breath away. Though they'd bathed together as children, those days had ended long before either of them neared puberty. His sister had blossomed into a young woman; her breasts, though not large, were firm and full, jiggling slightly as she trembled with anticipation. Her sleek coat, mostly a pale orange, grew white from collar to navel, and even further down, continuing under her skirt.

Her breasts fit perfectly in each hand as he stroked them lightly, enjoying the look of ecstasy on Samantha's face. Grasping them firmly, he pulled her forward into a kiss. Her lips met his as she eagerly welcomed his tongue into her mouth.

She melted at the kiss, growing limp as his tongue lashed against hers, running along the sharp tips of her teeth. Her breathing was already ragged, her hips grinding instinctively against his lap. Alex felt himself growing even harder, the tip of his cock no doubt poking from his sheath, and he tried to convince himself it was entirely the alcohol's fault.

Yanking her head back with a gasp, Samantha stared at him for a brief moment through half-lidded eyes. She threaded her fingers through his short, black hair then pulled his face toward her breast. Alex nuzzled it, allowing his lips to drag tenderly across her nipple. She gave a plaintive cry, and he grinned, continuing to deny what she so obviously wanted.

"Alex, pleeeeahh!" Samantha's plea became a squeal as he drew her nipple into his mouth, suckling lightly. The tip of his tongue traced her small, pink areola, flicking the bud lightly. Samantha shuddered, clutching and tugging at his hair.

Gripped by a sudden, adventurous spirit, Alex bit down, gently nipping and tugging. Samantha erupted with a keening wail, gyrating in his lap. The crotch of his jeans filled the air with the sound of denim friction as she ground her panties furiously against him. His erection was surely bulging from his sheath by now, and he could swear she was deliberately rubbing against his slowly swelling knot. If anything, it seemed only to encourage her further.

Samantha clutched the fur that rimmed his face, yanking him up from her breast and kissing him with a hungry desperation. She gasped for air in between kisses, making throaty, purring growls in the back of her throat all the while.

"God, I want you, Alex," she murmured, her voice lusty.

Someone knocked on the door. Alex met his sister's eyes, sharing a look of mutual horror. Silently scrambling, Samantha began to straighten her clothes.

Alex cleared his throat, struggling to speak in a normal, bored, not-at-all-slurred voice. "Yes?" he called.

"Alex? You okay, kiddo?" Olivia asked, the doorknob turning. She tried to open the door, but fortunately, the dresser held.

"Fine," he said, methodically tucking their bottles of cider out of sight, just in case. "Just trying to sleep."

"All right, buddy. You seen your sister?"

"Um..." Samantha shook her head at him, eyes wide. She tossed her bra onto a pile of clothes inside the half-open closet, and then hastily began adjusting her hair. "No, not in a while," he said, lamely.

"Oh, I thought I saw her come looking for you. Well, if you see her, tell her I said good night. I'm going out for coffee with Aunt Lissa. Just call if you need anything, okay?"

"Okay."

"Night, kiddo."

"Night... mom."

The twins listened as Olivia's footsteps faded down the hall. They both released great, heavy sighs, sharing a look.

Alex pinched the bridge of his nose as Samantha laughed silently. "Sammy, that was insane. We've got--"

"To do that again!" "To be more careful!" He shook his head, shaking slightly.

Samantha grinned, bending over and kissing his brow. "Whatever you say, Alex."