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Alex shivered, adjusting the hood of his coat as the January wind picked up. His fur did a decent job of keeping him warm, as did the jacket, but that didn't make the weather comfortable. A few lonely snowflakes drifted past the bus stop bench.

Beside him, Samantha's nose was practically buried in her textbook as she scribbled answers into a well-doodled notebook. Every few seconds she glanced toward the end of the street, muttering to herself. Alex had completed his homework within a few hours of the start of Christmas vacation. Samantha... not so much.

"You had two whole weeks to get that done," he reminded her.

"I know!" she snapped. Her tail lashed his irritably. "I got most of it. I could have finished it if someone hadn't kept distracting me."

Alex blushed. "I thought we weren't going to talk about that now." He glanced nervously around the deserted corner.

Samantha rolled her eyes. "Hey, everybody!" she said, cupping her paws as if to shout. "Alex wants to screw his sister!"

With a distant rumble, the bus drove into view. Alex glared at her then gave a reluctant grin as he watched her scramble to repack her bag. She managed it easily, and by the time the bus squeaked to a stop, she'd already joined him at the curb.

"Home sweet home," he muttered as he climbed aboard. It might as well have been. The twins lived about as far from civilization as was possible in the public school system, which meant sharing the sleepy, half-hour bus ride with just seven other unfortunate souls. On the bright side, it meant he had about six whole rows to himself.

He marched his way to the back and plopped down just as the bus began to move . A split-second later, Samantha joined him. She shoved with her hips, forcing him to make room.

"What are you doing?" he whispered, glancing around the bus. There were dozens of empty seats, as always; it felt awkward sharing one now. He quickly tucked his backpack beneath the seat, and then slouched low, knees pressed against the seat ahead of them. Samantha mimicked him, then drew her tail up between her knees, running her fingers idly through the fur.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is this seat taken?"

"You're too obvious." Alex shivered, tucking his face into the neck of his jacket and letting his breath warm him.

"You're too paranoid." She reached over, stroking his thigh through his jeans. When he tensed, she stroked harder.

"Sammy, really!" He hissed under his breath, ducking lower.

"Relax," she muttered. "I'll stop if anyone sits nearby."

"Don't you have homework?" he asked, almost plaintively.

Samantha didn't answer, trailing her fingers up his leg until she reached his crotch. He shivered again, and his sister's lips twisted into a wicked grin. Her fingers danced across the denim, pinching lightly as they traced the outline of his sheath. "Just think," she murmured, stroking him slowly. "We can do this every morning."

Alex's hips twitched as her fingers nudged a particularly sensitive spot. Despite himself, he could feel his cock beginning to stiffen inside its fleshy home. "That's such a hgh--" his breath hitched. "Such a bad idea."

"Why?" Samantha cooed. "Think of it as stress relief." She nimbly undid his button, and had the zipper down as well before he could even protest.

"Sammy..." he groaned, squirming.

Undaunted, Samantha slipped a paw into his boxers. Her palm rested against the tip of his sheath, cold fingers nestled in his fur. She leaned in close, her voice a barely audible whisper.

"I could bring a towel or something. And then you could cum every single day."

Alex groaned behind clenched teeth, arching his back slightly. The reddish tip of his cock emerged from his sheath and he felt his sister grind her palm against it, sending waves of pleasure down his tail. Closing his eyes in defeat, he hooked his thumbs inside the waist of his jeans and boxers, tugging them down to give better access. Samantha grinned, resting her head on his shoulder. He flexed his abdomen, forcing a little more shaft free.

"Someone like that idea?" Samantha teased. She grasped his shaft, pumping lightly.

"Yes," Alex admitted, bracing himself to keep from sliding off the edge of the bus seat.

"Well, then it's a good thing one of us plans ahead!" Samantha was practically giggling as she fished around inside her backpack with her free paw. The other continued to stroke him.

"You what?" Alex's eyes went wide as his sister procured a small hand towel and tossed it in his lap.

"Oh, don't sound so shocked." His knot was swelling slightly, and Samantha began to stroke lower and lower, tugging on it with each upstroke. Her opposite paw plunged into his boxers, where it began to squeeze his balls, ever-so-gently. And, he noticed suspiciously through his haze of arousal, it felt as though a few of her fingers were trailing further back, teasing his perineum.

"After all, I think I owe you."

***

Samantha toweled the last of the water from her tail, glancing up at the clock. Half of the girls in her gym class swore the only reason Mr. Birch ran class so late was so he'd have an excuse to poke his head into the girls' locker room. She personally thought it more likely he just enjoyed watching some of the feline girls flounder about. Not that she'd ever say that; over half her class was some type of feline, after all. In any case, the lockers within sight of the door were perpetually abandoned, meaning privacy was a precious commodity indeed.

Mostly dry, Samantha turned her back on the other girls lining the narrow wooden benches. Most of the class was still showering, but she curled her tail just in case. The last thing she wanted was comments on her butt, one way or the other. Pulling a clean pair of panties from her locker, she proceeded to dress. She was balancing on one leg, the panties caught around one ankle, when a paw snuck past her tail and pinched her ass--hard. She yelped, scrambling, tripping, and managing to bash her head against a mercifully closed locker door.

"Ohmygawd!Shitareyouokay?"

She spun, blinking and snarling. A few feet away stood Beth, paws to her mouth and eyes wide with horror. Samantha relaxed slightly, giving her friend a dirty glare.

"Sammy, I'm sooooo sorry! I didn't mean to scare you! Are you hurt?" The panic in Beth's voice was evident, and the last of Samantha's adrenaline and anger gave way to irritation.

"I'm fine," she muttered. Gingerly, she prodded her forehead where she'd hit the locker. It was sore, and a little swollen, but she wasn't bleeding. She forced a pained smile. "I'll get you back for that."

Beth gave a relieved grin, ears perking up a little. The jaguar girl scratched the back of her head nervously. "I don't blame you. Sorry." She glanced toward the floor, then back up, face flushing. "Sammy, you, ah... dropped your towel."

Samantha looked down, suddenly aware of the number of eyes on her. Judging her breasts--nipples hard from the cold--and the short, white fur of her mound. She yelped again, scrambling for her towel. She grabbed her panties--still snarled around her ankle--but quickly realized that they'd been stretched when she tripped. Pulling them up to her waist revealed the damage. They were so loose, she had to pinch her legs together to keep them from sliding back down. She heard one of the other girls snigger quietly, and she felt unwelcome angry tears fill the corners of her eyes.

"Take mine," Beth muttered, handing her a wad of cloth. "It's my fault."

"Don't worry about it," Samantha replied, blinking away the tears. "I'll be fine."

"Seriously, take them," Beth said. She grabbed her paw and forced the panties into them. "Thy need is greater than mine."

Samantha self-consciously adjusted her towel, folding her arms across her chest to keep it in place. "Beth, what are you talking about? You're wearing a skirt."

The jaguar answered with a cheeky grin. "So? I like the breeze. And it's not like this is the first time I've gone commando." She eyed the panties in Samantha's paw. "Besides, those aren't far off."

Frowning, Samantha unwadded the garment, eyes going wide.

"You've _got_to be kidding me."

***

Don't itch your balls. Don't itch your balls. Don't itch your balls. Don't itch your balls. Don't...

Alex sat in his usual seat, casually spinning a pencil between his fingers. He was only half-listening, courtesy of Ms. Miller's insistence that he sit far from the window and its manifold distractions. Any other hour he could have been pleasantly lost in thought. Instead he almost had to pay attention as his dull-as-bricks classmates struggled to grasp basic wordplay. Romeo and Juliet, no less!

He felt a gaze raise the hair on his nape, and almost dropped his pencil mid-spin. Looking up, he expected to see Ms. Miller's perpetually annoyed eyes staring back at him. But no, she was busy browbeating some jock over his inability to answer an undoubtedly softballed question.

Alex turned, searching for the source of his discontent. Most of his classmates were frantically scribbling notes. But, there!, a single pair of eyes met his. It was a young coyote girl. She'd transferred into the school a couple of weeks late and didn't really talk much. Nor did she seem particularly keen on eye contact. She turned red and stared down at her notes intently almost at once.

Grinning to himself, Alex continued to spin his pencil. What was her name again? Katie? Kara-something? Regardless, the important thing was that she was fairly intelligent, from what little he'd heard her say.

Ah, but what was the point? He already knew how this would go. He and Katie-Kara-Something would make eyes at one another from across the room for the next month or so... maybe exchange a few pleasantries in passing. And then she'd move on. So why bother getting his hopes up?

Not to mention, Samantha would probably tear out his throat if he expressed interest in another girl. She was intense like that.

"Alexander? Haven't fallen asleep yet, I hope? Or were you too busy staring at Karina?"

A murmur broke out at Ms. Miller's words, full of whispers and laughs. He slowly met her gaze, and gave a rebellious sort of grin. "Neither, I'm afraid. Just looking out the window." More suppressed laughter.

"Well, then. Perhaps you'd like to share you insights?"

"Well, there are some clouds." More laughter, albeit more outright.

Ms. Miller's brow narrowed dangerously and the humor died at once. "Regarding the scene we were just discussing."

"We are still on One-One, right? What did you want to know?"

"We've been discussing Gregory and Sampson. Why did Shakespeare open the play with two unimportant servants?"

Alex set his pencil down, nibbling his thumb in thought. "Well, some people are dumb."

"Excuse me?"

"Think about it." He grinned, then continued. "He had to entertain rich, educated folks and a bunch of street urchins at the same time. If he starts the play with a couple of servants fighting and making sex jokes, that'll appeal to the unwashed masses. Gets everyone paying attention. Then he has nobles swoop in--now everyone's got someone to relate to."

Ms. Miller folded her arms, still frowning. "A good explanation, but where's your proof? Our textbook and some of your classmates would seem to disagree."

Alex shrugged. "They must take it in sense that feel it."

Across the room, Karina suddenly burst out laughing. Every eye in the room turned toward her, and the coyote girl blushed scarlet, paws over her mouth. She glanced between Ms. Miller and Alex, eyes wide. Suddenly bold, he shot her an appreciative wink and a nod.

A sharp buzzer erupted suddenly, bringing the end of class with it. Almost immediately, an orderly stampede began as students filtered into the hall. Alex rose, methodically packing up his things and deliberately ignoring Ms. Miller's gaze. He felt it lingering on the back of his neck even after he was safely out of sight. Making a beeline for the bathroom, he ducked inside and thrust a paw down the front of his jeans.

Gahhhhhh. Scratching had never felt so good. Samantha's towel had cleaned up most of his cum hours ago, but a small bit had managed to work its way into his fur, rendering everything matted, sticky, and itchy beyond belief. He worked away the worst of the itch, then glanced around, eyes coming to rest on the row of sinks. He considered them for a moment, then shrugged and exited the way he'd come in. Stepping outside, he nearly collided with someone.

"Hey!" he half yelped. "Watch--"

Samantha.

His sister grinned, giving him a playful shove in return. "Watch yourself," she said.

He shook his head, angling toward his next class. The school was overpopulated, and he had to move quickly if he wanted to avoid being late for algebra.

"Alex, wait up," his sister called. She skipped after him, grabbing his arm and leaning in close so she could talk quietly. "I've got a surprise for you--well, two surprises."

He slowed. "Well?"

"Wait till after school. And keep the rest of the day free."

"You're not going to tell me now?"

"Nope!" his sister giggled. "Just wait."

He smiled, pausing at an intersection where he knew they'd part ways. "Not even a hint?"

Samantha bit her lip, brushing his paw lightly with her tail. "Afraid not," she said, gliding away. Her hips swayed as she walked, and he struggled to keep his eyes on her face.

"It's my little secret."