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It's Brea & Jeremy's birthdays, which were coincidentally on the same day even though Brea was a year older than Jeremy. He was turning 10 & she was turning 11. After a combined birthday party in Brea's backyard , Brea and Jeremy were privately given a book about sex. Their parents' predictions came true, as the kids did not become suspicious of them after they discovered they had received copies of the same book, except whenever they got an unusual comment or sidelong glance from them whenever they snuck away to "play a game we made up" or "chill for an hour or two". For the next few days, the kids would find a quiet and secluded spot to read their books together. Once in a while, Brea, being more curious, would say something like, "Ohhh. So THAT'S what that part's called." Or "So putting your thing in mine would make a baby?" When they got to the section about STD's, her curiosity turned to fear, and after finishing one section in particular, she turned to her mate, shivered, and whimpered, "Jeremy, I don't want to get AIDS. It sounds horrible!"

"Oh, come on, Brea," he answered, "I don't think you can get AIDS unless the other person has it."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." But in truth, he himself didn't know for sure.

***

It has been a little over 2 years since Brea and Jeremy got naked together and had their 1st sexual encounter, and the once-children have been growing up since. Brea's breasts were now fully developed, and Jeremy's voice had dropped nearly an octave in pitch. They did not know it yet, but their relationship was about to blossom forth into a very romantic and intimate one. The time that had passed between Jeremy's 12th and Brea's 13th birthday and Thanksgiving, however, had definitely not been like a fairy tale. Jeremy and his mom, Cherry, had joined the Catholic church, and his newfound beliefs made him feel guilty every time he and Brea did something sexual in nature (you wouldn't believe how many times he's lit candles at the altar of the Virgin Mary!). Eventually, Jeremy stopped seeing Brea at all and it made her feel neglected and unloved. But then he began to miss her deeply, and he would beg and plead with her daily to talk to him for just a few minutes to get the situation straightened out. Finally, on a cool, November morning, while both their parents worked together to prepare for the Thanksgiving feast, Jeremy called Brea on her cell phone and convinced her to walk with him to the special cottonwood tree they had carved their initials in and used to hang out at when they were younger. Brea had nothing else to do and actually wanted to talk to Jeremy about his "stupid new religion". She told him to come and get her, hung up, and then put on a white fur coat, hat, and gloves to keep her warm. When he arrived, she stepped out the door and walked with him in silence. Thoughts and emotions brooded within them as the wind blew through the tall, yellow grass in the fields surrounding their Kansas homes, fields that brought a piece of the song "From Sea to Shining Sea" to life...the amber waves. When they arrived at the tree, they sat down and didn't make a sound for several more minutes. Then Brea spoke up

"What happened to us, Jeremy?"

"Huh?"

"I said, what happened to us?"

Jeremy sighed. "I don't know, Brea."

"We used to do everything together and we called each other mates. You haven't called me that in months. And you haven't looked at me the same ever since you joined that stupid church."

"God forbids me to do anything sexual before marriage."

"So that's it?" Tears welled up in her eyes. "You're gonna dump me over an ethics dilemma?"

"What do you want me to do, Brea? Turn my back on my mom and my God?"

She turned to him with a ravenous look in her eyes. "Yes, for fuck's sake!"

"I can't, Brea, I simply can't do it."

Brea cupped her face in her hands and started sobbing. "Oh, Jeremy! Why?! WHY!?!"

Guilt. Guilt that he had caused his mate to feel this way. That was all he felt, as if he were being disemboweled, while he watched his mate, sitting there, alone, her wailing cries piercing him to his very soul. ‘She's right. I have been neglecting her. I need to show at least some kind of affection for her.' he thought. He sat next to her and attempted to put a hand on her shoulder, but she slapped it away.

"Don't touch me!" she screamed. "You don't love me at all, do you, you jerk?" Then she sobbed some more.

"Brea, please! What's gotten into you?" He wrenched her hands away from her face, took hold her head, and brought their foreheads together. Brea tried to avert her eyes.

"Look at me." Jeremy ordered. She tried shaking her head to free herself from his grip. "Look at me!" he barked again. Hesitantly, she obeyed. Her eyes were still red and wet from her breakdown. Then, out of the blue, he gathered up his courage and kissed her with vigour, causing Brea to scream for a moment, and then go limp with satisfaction. Then he broke the kiss and started talking. "Now listen to me. Do you remember the wonderful discoveries we made in your bed?"

She sniffled and mumbled meekly, "Mhmm."

"And do you remember that one particular afternoon when we proclaimed our love to each other?"

"Mhmm."

"I meant it, okay? I meant it when I said I love you, Brea. I truly...deeply...love you and only you, my mate. And I will always be here for you, no matter what the future holds for us." He kissed her forehead, wrapped his arms around her, and held her close. Brea shuddered and attempted to wiggle herself out of his grasp again, but it was no use, and she finally submitted to him when she buried her face in his chest and continued sobbing while she hugged him back. It was a lovely scene, the 2 of them, mates forever, giving in to their emotions and seeking comfort from one another, melting in each other's warm embrace, kissing some more, romance unfolding underneath the cottonwood tree. This was indeed true love.

A few minutes later, Brea spoke up at last. "Let's show our love for each other like we did the first time."

A chill went through Jeremy. He stuttered, "Whâ€"Iâ€"uhhâ€"b-butâ€"well, youâ€"uhhâ€"."

At once Brea got an idea, and a wicked grin appeared on her face. She looked at Jeremy, wrapped her arm around his neck, and brushed his head hair sensually with her other hand. She continued grinning as she watched a pained expression appear on his face. She knew he wanted her...bad...but he was still fighting with his conscience. To speed things up, she grabbed his butt cheeks and pulled him closer. Then, in a final attempt to get him to satisfy her horniness, she basically made the decision for him by whispering in his fuzzy black ear, "Do it, my mate."

Jeremy cried out in frustration and joy, "Oh, Brea! I love you so much!" He began kissing Brea madly, which took her by surprise and turned her on. She made her next move by pushing him away and saying, "Whoa there, stud, not yet." which elicited a whine of disappointment out of him. "Let's get naked first."

"What? In this weather? We'll freeze!" Jeremy complained.

"It's been proved by science that snuggling shares body warmth, doofus."

"Oh. Right."

Brea giggled. ‘He never did pay attention in science class, did he?' she thought. Then she let go of him, laid down on the ground, and removed her clothes slowly, starting with her footwear, then taking off her shirt, showing her white bra that was obviously too small for her breasts. Next she removed her skirt, the large wet spot in her pink panties revealed. She sensually ran her fingers across the wet spot, shivering whenever she touched her still-covered clit and smiling as she watched Jeremy stand there with his mouth agape, rubbing the erection he was sporting through his jeans and wagging his tail excitedly. To arouse him more, Brea hooked her panties with her thumb and brought them down, making Jeremy gasp with amazement and anticipation as the cool wind caressed his nose with her scent that was emanating from the moist, puffy slit between her legs. She moaned as she stuck a finger inside herself for a moment and slid it in and out. Finally, she undid the strap at the back of her bra and began to take the laced cups off her breasts. She stopped for a moment to tease Jeremy, and she enjoyed watching his eyes get wider and listening to his whines of disappointment. ‘He definitely wants this. Victory is mine!' she thought. ‘He's not even pretending to be subtle about how horny he is. Look how much he's drooling!' At last, she threw her bra to the side and fondled her aesthetically-pleasing breasts while her pussy dripped and contracted, begging for attention.

"Hot damn!" Jeremy exclaimed as he ogled her naked body and watched her hair flow with the wind. She had really matured physically in the past two years; even to the point where she had started wearing real bras instead of training ones. Plus, being an athlete, she had a slim figure and a few muscles to boot. Venus, the Roman goddess of beauty, would have been shamed by how pretty Brea was. "Why aren't you a nude model for artists?" Jeremy inquired.

"I'm too young." Brea said with over-exaggerated innocence.

"Well your body sure as hell doesn't say so."

"Yeah, but most artists would afraid of being convicted of doing child porn."

"You don't say."

"Are you gonna take your damn clothes off, already?!" Brea's patience was wearing thin.

"Okay! Okay! I'm hurrying!" He removed his sneakers and socks, took off his shirt, and unzipped his pants. It was Brea's turn to be surprised now. He had been going commando all morning! What's more, his erect cock had grown to 10 inches since the last time she'd seen it, knot and all! Brea shuddered at the sight of it as more juices pooled in front of her pussy.

"I want that big dick of yours inside me so badly!" she blurted all of a sudden.

Jeremy gasped. "What?"

"Oh God. Did I just say that?"

"Brea, we really should considerâ€"."

"Please! I've always dreamed of having your cock in my pussy, and it makes me so horny at night when I think about. I can't even wear clothes to bed!"

"You sleep in the buff? No fucking way!"

"Hell yeah! It feels so wonderful! Every little movement stimulates me."

"You'll have to show me sometime."

"ARE YOU JUST GONNA STAND THERE and TALK ALL DAY OR ARE YOU GONNA FUCK ME ‘TILL I BLEED?!?!!!"

"Yikes. Maybe not vaginal sex, but we might as wellâ€"OOF!"

Brea had gotten up and tackled Jeremy to the ground, she couldn't wait any longer. He went limp from the shock of the blow for a few seconds, and then he shook his head to clear the stars and said, "Ow. Did anybody get the number of that bus?"

Brea giggled. "Oh, come on, Jeremy. Take it like a man."

"I'm not taking it like a man, my mate. I'm giving it!" Once again, Jeremy's lustful nature kicked in and he kissed her like a madman, feeling her tongue with his and swapping spit. Brea was a little scared of his sudden take-charge attitude, but she quickly became accustomed to it and returned the favor by hugging him tightly enough to make him wheeze. "Brea!" he gagged. "I câ€"can't breatheâ€"AAACCCKKK!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Brea mocked, "I thought that's what you wanted from the way you shoved the back of my head into the ground with your face."

"Well I assumed you were as feisty and horny as I was. Fine, I'll go easy this time. In fact..." Jeremy placed a hand on her rump and gave it a squeeze, making her squeal with delight. "...why don't we slow down a bit?" He then lowered his head onto her chest, listening to her heart beat for a moment before kissing her left breast and nuzzling it with his cheeks.

Brea moaned from the long-awaited attention she was receiving and pleaded, "Mmmm...don't stop! It feels so good!"

He continued palpating one of her perfect breasts as he used his other hand to rub her stomach, continuing down past her navel, her waistline, the moist fur just above her mound...

Brea gasped when Jeremy's fingers finally came in contact with her over-sensitive clit. He rubbed it some more, teasing her puffy, twitching labia as well, but before he could penetrate her with his fingers, she managed to utter, "Oh, Jeremy. You didn't think you were gonna let ME have all the fun, did you?" She removed a hand from his shoulder and placed it on his face, giving him another kiss, and then caressing his muscular torso all the way down to his crotch, where she gently grasped his partially-erect cock and began to slowly stroke him.

"Oh please," Jeremy complained, "you can do better than that!"

Brea grinned and retorted, "Oh, you mean likeâ€"" she gripped his throbbing cock much tighter while stroking his thick shaft rapidly and banging his knot, "â€"this?"

"Oh my God! Yes! Please! Keep going! Ohhh...OHHHH!" Brea's hands were soon slick from Jeremy's precum. He definitely liked what she was doing. His heart rate went up and he began panting as Brea slowly increased the speed of her pumping as if she knew how much closer he was to cumming. Soon, however, Jeremy got caught up in his own bliss and forgot about pleasuring Brea for a moment.

"Jeremy," Brea said in a sing-song voice, "you're forgetting about ME."

"Oh yeah...mmm...sorry...*pant pant*. Here. Let me get my fingers inside you."

She immediately got on top of him, turned around, and continued her pace on his cock while he touched he labia, sending shivers of bliss up Brea's spine. Using her juices as a natural lubricant, he wiggled her clit which caused her to scream and quicken the pace on his cock. Jeremy felt like his crotch was about to burst.

"No...urrrgh...Brea...I...ohhh...want to...cum...with you!" He then shoved 3 of his fingers up her snazz and searched for her g-spot, and it wasn't long before he found it.

"AAAH!" Brea screamed as the impulses of her nearing orgasm sent shockwaves through her body. She and Jeremy moaned as they continued to give each other handjobs, squirming in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure flooded through them. Then Brea shifted position and put his cock in her mouth, licking frantically and bobbing her head up and down.

At last, Jeremy couldn't hold it in any longer. As his cock twitched and pulsed, his ears pinned back, his tail stiffened, and he let out a joyful cry and shrieked, "I'M CUMMING, BREA!!!" She could definitely feel his seed blasting the back of her throat, and she nearly choked from the sheer volume of it, but she somehow managed to swallow it all for him. While his orgasm continued, Jeremy violently twisted his fingers inside of Brea, and her fluids soon squirted out from the sides of his fingers and covered his muzzle. He ran his tongue over it, licking himself clean of her intoxicating love juice. He could still remember the first time he tasted her fluids, not much longer than 2 years ago; it was still the nectar of the gods to him. When they finished cumming, Jeremy turned Brea to face him and hugged her close. "I love you, Brea. So much." He whispered.

"I love you too, my mate." She whimpered, and they kissed one last time before falling asleep on the soft ground beneath the cottonwood tree, tired from their sexual activity and able to ignore the cold as the clouds dissipated and the sun's rays warmed the air.

Their nap did not last long, however. Brea and Jeremy were woken up by the sound of Jeremy's "Devil Went Down to Georgia" ringtone blasting out of his pants pocket.

"Who the hell's tryin' to call me on a national holiday?" Jeremy grumbled.

"Mmm." Brea moaned. "Check the caller ID to see who the bastard is."

Jeremy fished his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. His eyes shot wide open when he looked at the glowing screen. "Um...that bastard you were talking about...it's my mom."

Brea gasped with horror. "Oh no! You don't think she was spyin' on us, do ya?" Cherry's house was less than a mile away; she could have easily watched them from her kitchen window with a pair of binoculars.

"I think we'll find out soon enough." Jeremy put the phone to his ear and said, "Hello?" trying to sound as calm as possible.

"Jeremiah Anthony Kensington! Where the hell have you been for the past 3 hours?!! The feast is ready, and you and Brea aren't here! If you two don't show your sorry faces in 10 minutes, we will start without you and refuse to give you leftovers, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!?!"

"Okay okay! We're coming! Don't have a cow, for Christ's sake!" He hung up and looked at the time on his phone, which read 12:20, and looked at Brea, trying to hide his uneasiness with a weak smile.

"So, what did your mom want?" she asked.

"Uh, the meal's ready and we need to come home...RIGHT NOW."

"Oh, shit! Hurry! Let's find our clothes!" They began running in circles like chickens with their heads cut off, scrambling to find the articles of clothing they had scattered in various places at the foot of the tree. Luckily, they had not been tossed as far Brea and Jeremy thought, so they were easy to find. They were nearly finished dressing when Brea realized that she was missing a shoe.

"Jeremy, have you seen my other shoe?" she asked.

"No, Brea, Iâ€"wait here it is." He picked it up by the shoelaces, not wanting to get his hands dirty, as it had been thrown unknowingly into a puddle of mud. "You might wanna wash this when we get home."

"Godamnit! My mom just me these yesterday! Boy, is she gonna be pissed!"

"Hey! Don't use God's name like that!"

"Still trying to retain an ounce of purity after what we just did?" she said smugly.

Jeremy shrugged his shoulders. What can I say? I'm Catholic." Then he grabbed Brea by the arm. "Enough chit-chat! We're late!" he said as he pulled her behind him at a very fast pace towards his house.

Brea felt the wind blow her hair in all directions, and she suddenly remembered that she had been wearing a scrungie in her hair until they got naked.

"Jeremy! My scrungie!" she whined as she tried to tug him back to the tree.

"No time! Keep running!"

After two minutes of sprinting through the tall yellow grass, both of them began to feel like they couldn't go any further, as they were still tired from pleasuring each other and napping. Suddenly, their noses caught the scent of something aromatic in the air, something...familiar. Someone was cooking something, and the couple gained a second wind and started running again when they recognized some of the smells, like Cherry's extra buttery mashed taters, her steamed veggies with lemon pepper, and her homemade poppy seed cake, still baking in the oven. Brea also recognized her mom's sliced BBQ brisket, her sweet potato casserole with marshmallows, and the turkey basted with a hint of white wine for tang. They drooled like hungry dogs as the diverse aromas got stronger. Jeremy checked his watch a second time to see if they were making good progress. He gasped when he realized it was not so, and that they were about to be late.

"Holy crap! 12:28! Hurry, Brea! MOVE MOVE MOVE!!!"

He continued pulling her, urging her on and on and on until finally they ran up the steps to the front porch and burst through the door just as the 3 adults were about to say grace.

Brea and Jeremy sheepishly waved while putting on weak smiles. "Hey everybody!" said Brea.

Their parents wore stern expressions on their faces.

"We got her as fast as we could." Jeremy added.

"Like hell you did." snapped Brea's dad as he gave them the evil eye. Then he smiled and started laughing at how silly they both looked, hair messed up and clothes a bit dusty. "Well, don't just stand there! Go wash up and come help us eat this before we donate it to the homeless shelter!" The kids sighed with relief and went to the kitchen to wash their hands. Then they came back and chose the two seats at one end of the table so they could sit next to each other.

"Let us all bow our heads." reminded Jeremy's mom when he tried to serve himself some mashed potatoes. Everyone bowed respectfully and recited the usual mealtime prayer.

"Bless us, O Lord

and these Thy gifts

which we are about to receive from Thy bounty.

In Christ our Lord, amen."

Jeremy's mom added, "And thank you for the wonderful friendship our families share, especially among our children, who have more love for each other than anything else in the world."

Jeremy rolled his eyes and whined, "Mom, you're embarrassing me in front of Brea!" To make things worse, a blissful grin appeared on his face when Brea gave him a light peck on the cheek.

Brea's mom chuckled. "Heh heh. You certainly have a lot to be thankful for, don't you, Jeremy?" The other adults laughed giddily at her remark, and Jeremy's smile was immediately wiped off his face as he blushed redder than the cranberry sauce on his plate from embarrassment.

Brea playfully nudged his arm and giggled to cheer him up. "Oh, don't mind them, Jeremy. This certainly ain't the first time they've seen us kiss."

‘No it ain't.' thought Jeremy's mom. In fact, she had actually spied on them a couple of occasions when she had nothing else to do and caught them having oral sex or masturbating each other; however, because of the mutual agreement with Brea's parents of remaining in "observation mode", she could not interfere in any way, shape, or form...at least for the time being. They did not, however, touch upon the subject of whether or not they could actually watch their children engage in sexual play.

***

Being a Catholic, she knew what she was doing was wrong, but she kept it to herself, and not even Father Straus, the St. Bernard she confessed to weekly who ran her church, knew of her sin. During both instances where she found the kids engaging in sexual play, she considered pawing off while watching, but shook her head and told herself, "No. I won't do it. I ain't that kind of woman." As it turns out, the next thing she knew, she was lying in the tub in her bathroom naked, teasing her labia with one hand and palpating one of her breasts with the other, wishing she hadn't sold her favorite vibrator to that drug addict in Mexico. The room was filled with her scent as she continued fingering herself, moaning and gasping in rapturous pleasure whenever her fingers came in contact with her clit. When she got dangerously close to climaxing, she shoved 2 fingers into her vagina and moved them in and out rapidly, twisting and turning them to stimulate the walls of her tunnel, finding her g-spot a few times, her body twitching and convulsing from the heightening pressure in her crotch. As she finally came, her hips bucked in rhythm with her fingers and she let out a deafening scream when her pussy squirted ounce after ounce of her fluids. Her body kept spasming until she grew tired and started to fall asleep and bask in the afterglow of her high. Moments later, she was stirred by the sound of faint knocking on her bathroom door and a familiar voice that followed. "Mom, are you okay?" it asked. ‘Oh dear.' Cherry thought. It was Brea and Jeremy, who had heard her screaming from down the hall. She quickly jumped out of the tub, pulled the handle that made the toilet flush, and said, "Yes, honey, I'm fine. I was just having trouble...um...you know...going."

***

Jeremy's mom tied to push the memory from her mind and asked Brea to pass the potatoes and a bottle of wine. Her masturbation memory reminded her of Jeremy's father, and she definitely needed to forget him. (His father had left Cherry when Jeremy when was born.)

Just as she was about to guzzle the entire bottle in one gulp, the doorbell rang. "Now who could that be?" she said curiously. She got up and walked to the front door, and as she was preparing to touch the handle, an unexpected and sudden feeling of uneasiness sent a chill up her spine. Who was showing up to her house on Thanksgiving Day? Perhaps a burglar looking to steal their food? Perhaps someone she once knew and loved? She took a deep breath, put on a smile, and opened the door.

Standing before her was an adult male fox, about her age, mid twenties, wearing a dirty ranch hand's outfit. Something seemed to be troubling him, as he was looking down and shuffling his feet, fiddling with a cowboy hat in his hands, a terrified look on his face.

The mere sight of this fox disturbed Cherry, but she kept her composure and asked him politely, "Can I help you?"

The stranger paused in thought for a moment. Then he spoke up in a heavy Southern accent. "No, ma'am, I don't think you can."

Cherry was confused. "I don't understand. Are in you in some sort of trouble?"

"More than you know."

She gasped. "Don't tell me you're trying to hide from the police! Get away from me, you criminal!"

She tried slamming the door shut, but the male fox put one of his boots in the doorway a split second before it closed all the way. "Hold on now! Let me explain! I ain't in trouble with the law!"

She reopened the door, frowned, and crossed her arms. "You've got 5 minutes, and if I see flashing red and blue lights on my property, I'll turn you over to them without so much as a thought!"

"It's all right, Cherry. I just wanna talk."

She gasped again and placed a hand on her chest. "How did you know my name? What do you want from me?!"

"Forgiveness...and nothing else."

"For what? I--I don't even know you!"

"Cherry..." he said smoothly and quietly. He looked up at last, with glassy, green eyes. "...it's me."

She nearly fainted when she recognized who this fox was.

"Oh my God! Jake! Where the hell have you been for the past 12 years? How'd you find me?"

"I've been all across this country, doin' lots of different odd jobs. I didn't figure you still lived out here until I heard a couple of women down at the local diner talkin' ‘bout you."

"Oh really? And what about your obsession with biking, your marijuana addiction, and the fact that you left your pregnant girlfriend behind before she was due?"

"Honey, I never meant to hurt you, butâ€""

"But what? You didn't want to take responsibility for what you did to me?"

"You knew what you were doin, Cherry. It was your choice as well as mine."

Her lips quivered and she sniffled. "Weâ€"we were 14 at the time. How could we have been so stupid? How could you not have been there with me when I gave my daddy the news?"

"It wouldn't have made a goddamn difference."

"Yes it would! We could've faced him TOGETHER with strength and courage for each other."

"I couldn't have done it. I just couldn't."

"Well then I guess you haven't changed one bit since you left, have you? You're still the same spineless coward I was stupid enough to fall in love with and--."

Jeremy called from the dining room. "Mom? Is everything okay?"

Jake's eyes widened and tears formed again. "Cherry? Is that--?" He couldn't bring himself to say the words.

"Yes, Jake, it's your son, Jeremy."

"Jeremy? I thought we were gonna name him--."

"We agreed on Jeremy, and you can't--."

"No no. Jeremy's perfect."

The male fox stood silent for a moment, then took a step inside and asked, "May I...see him?"

Cherry shook her head. "That's not a good idea. I got him to stop asking questions about you when he was 9, and if you walk in right now and try to--."

She gasped when he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. "Just a few moments. That's all I ask." He pleaded.

She frowned at him some more.

"Please, Cherry, I need to see him before I--."

"Before you what?"

He opened his mouth to speak, but then he suddenly began to cough violently, hitting his chest a few times and choking for air. When he finally stopped coughing, he answered, "Cherry...I'm dying."

She backed away a few steps in horror. "No..."

"I have lung cancer. All the smoking has finally caught up to me."

"When did this happen?"

"I don't know, but the best-case-scenario, the doctors say, is that I'll make it another year."

She stifled a sob and finally stepped aside. "All right. I'll let you see him," she answered tearfully, "then I want you to get out of here and never come back. You did enough damage when you left. Coming back is only making it worse for me."

"I promise I'll leave...for good. I won't even make you come to my funeral...if I can afford one, that is."

He came inside and found his way to the dining room. Everyone stared at him and already they were suspicious. After a brief moment of awkwardness, the stranger spoke at last.

"Um, howdy." He said. "I'm Jake, and, uh..." he looked at everyone at the table to figure out which one of them could be his son. It didn't take him long, as Jeremy looked almost exactly like he did. "Are you Jeremy?" he asked the boy.

Jeremy nearly jumped in his seat. "Y-yes." He stuttered. "W-what do you want? H-how do you know my name?"

He tried to stand up when the big male fox came closer, but he stopped him by merely saying, "Jeremy..." like a parent would when rebuking his child.

Jeremy froze. Jake got down on one knee and put a hand on his son's shoulder. "Jeremy," he said again, "I'm...your father."

Jeremy shuddered and began to cry. "What?! You're my dad?! Where were you all these years?! I never saw your face after I was born and you divorced mom!" He sobbed harder and hugged his father for the first time.

Jake got teary himself as he hugged his only son back. They remained embraced for a couple of minutes. Then he grabbed him by the shoulders and said, "Jeremy...your mother and I never divorced."

Jeremy sniffled. "What do mean?"

Jake drew in a breath, held it for a moment, and said, "We never divorced because...we never married in the first place."

"What?! You mean I'm a--?"

They heard a wailing cry from the direction of the front door. Jeremy's mother came running and punched Jake on the front of his snout, making him scream also and cover a bloody nose.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!?! HE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO KNOW!!! YOU WEREN"T SUPPOSED TO TELL HIM, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!!"

"Yes he did have to know! I don't want him to make the same mistakes I did!"

"I was going to tell him eventually, so--!" she gasped in mid-sentence.

Jeremy looked at his mother; the one person (other than Jesus) he thought was the purest person on Earth. "Mom," he began slowly, "is this true? Did you really...have sex before you were married...and that means I'm the product of a--?"

"Yes, Jeremy, I'm afraid it's true."

"No!" Jeremy slammed his fist on the table, causing the candles and wine to vibrate and almost fall over. "No, it can't be!"

Brea made an attempt to chime in. "Jeremy, do you want to--?"

"Let me handle this, young lady!" Jeremy's mom interrupted, and she turned her gaze to her son once more.

"Jeremy, please try to understand. Your father and I were very much in love and...well, one night, he snuck over to my house and we...lost control. I don't remember how it happened. 3 months later, you began to grow very fast inside me and made my tummy get larger. My parents weren't the first ones to find out, though. I pulled your father aside one day to give him the news that I was pregnant, thinking he would give me support and face all the trials ahead by my side. But I was wrong. The moment I told him I was with child, he backed away shaking his head and ran into the shadows," she glared at Jake, "and I'm never forgiving him for that."

"I don't expect you too."

"I had to tell my parents all by myself. They were so repulsed by what I'd done that they disowned me and kicked me out of the house. I was forced to live with a friend during the remaining months of my pregnancy. When you were finally born, her family was kind enough to lend money to support me."

Jeremy continued glaring at his mother. "So everything you told me about my infancy...everything I've known as a child...was a lie?"

"No."

"How? Give me an example. I'm all ears."

She had no answer.

"And what about how old you were when I was born? You're not really 32, are you?"

"No, sweetie. I had you when I was 14, so that makes me 26."

"What other secrets have you kept from me, eh? Tell me, damnit!"

Jeremy's mom hit Jake a second time. "You see what you've done, you son of a bitch?!!?" she shouted. "I think it's high time you hit the road, and I never want to see your face again, got it?"

"But I--." He protested.

"I said hit the road, godamnit!!!"

Jake turned to Jeremy one last time in an attempt to get his point across to him. "Is this young lady your--."

"Yes, she's my girlfriend, but I don't reckon you have a problem with that, now do ya?"

"Of course not, but I just wanted to--."

"Out!" Jeremy's mother demanded as she started pushing him back to the front door. He continued talking, however.

"Have you and her...uh...you know..." he made a fist with one hand and with his other hand stuck his pointer finger inside it from the side.

"What?" Jeremy had no idea what his dad was trying to say.

"Out! NOW!" screeched Jeremy's mom, but before she pushed him out the door, Jeremy's dad yelled, "Wait until marriage, son!" Then Jeremy heard an, "Oomph!", some footsteps, and the rumbling noise of a Harley Davidson engine, slowly dying away.

All at the table were silent for a brief moment, not touching their food. Then Jeremy stood up, threw his chair into the living room which knocked a porcelain lamp over, and stormed up the stairs, his face contorted more than a newborn pup. Brea got up and chased after him. "Jeremy!" she called.

"Brea--." Her dad said as he tried to grab her.

"No." Jeremy's mom rebuked. "Let her go. Brea's the one thing Jeremy needs now more than anything else."

"But what if they--?"

"I don't care! As long as Jeremy's happy, I'm happy, okay?"

No one spoke for awhile after that. No one even touched their food. Eventually, Brea's parents offered to help Jeremy's mom clean the table. She refused, instead telling them to go home and pray. "We'll come back for Brea in a couple of hours." said Brea's dad as he and his wife left. Jeremy's mom gave them a menacing glare. "I mean, when she's ready." He corrected.

***

Brea was stroking Jeremy's...don't get ahead of me, people...head, giving the occasional scratch behind the ears as he continued sobbing. He hugged her in return and spoke.

"I'm a bastard."

"No you're not."

"Yes I am. I'm the product of fornication."

"That don't amount to sh--."

"And I guess I'm a son of a bitch too now that I know my mom's a slut!"

Brea gasped. "Don't you DARE talk about your mom that way! Just beacuse she had premarital sex once doesn't make her a slut. What would she say if she heard you saying those mean things about her? She loves you very much!"

"Keeping secrets from your own children is love?"

"Some things are better left unsaid. You were obviously too young."

"Too young to know the truth?"

Brea opened her mouth to reply, but she couldn't think of anything to say. All she could do was comfort Jeremy with more head rubbing and ear scratching. When his crying died down, she hugged his arm and nuzzled his neck. "At least I still love you in this cruel world.' Then she kissed him on the cheek, a weak smile forming on his face. ‘Heh. Works every time.' She thought. She stared at the ceiling and began fantasizing about what they could do in his room, right here, right now.

Suddenly she gave a whimper when she felt something cool and rough on her left breast. She looked down to see what it was and found that her low-cut top had been pulled down and her bra had been unclasped at the back and was lying on the floor. Jeremy was licking her nipple and nuzzling it with his nose, pleasuring Brea in her second-most sensitive spot. She whimpered a little louder and Jeremy realized that he'd been caught. He grinned sheepishly with an apologetic look on his face, and Brea giggled. "It's okay. I don't mind the attention. Glad to see you're better." Once more, his pants tented from an erection, and he had to force himself to not rub it just yet. He wanted to pleasure his mate first. Then he realized he was thirsty. He looked at Brea's nipple again and remembered what he did with it a couple of years ago. ‘Should I?' he thought. Brea winked at Jeremy and said, "Go ahead, my mate. Dig in." Immediately he latched on, sucking furiously to fill his mouth with her bitter-sweet milk. More sensations flooded Brea's body, and another wet spot appeared in her pants. It was as if her body was begging for sex. She cupped Jeremy's head in her hands and kissed him, making him exhale vigorously and tickle her with his breath.

"Enjoying yourself?" she asked him as she scratched his ears again.

He unclamped his teeth, looked into her eyes with deep love, and replied, "Heh. Are you?" They leaned in and kissed.

"Ohhhhh yeah." She caressed his chest affectionately with her finger and giggled.

"What are you giggling about now?" asked Jeremy.

"Oh, nothing." She answered. "I was just curious too seeâ€"" she placed her hand on his crotch, "â€"if you were wanting to "do it"."

Jeremy raised an eyebrow. He suspected it was the "do it" he was always afraid to try. "Define "do it"." He inquired.

"Oh, you know..." Brea pointed to her own crotch, "the special kind."

His fears were confirmed. "What? You're kidding, right?"

"Why would I be kidding?"

"Wait. So you're saying you want to have "sex" sex?"

"Yup."

"You want to risk getting pregnant?"

"I don't care. I just want to be with you, my mate."

"Wow. You're braver than I am."

Brea shook her head in disappointment. "Why is it that I'm always the one who has to step up in the relationship?"

"I think you've been that way ever since you asked if I could show you my penis."

"Oh. Right." She giggled. "You were so cute!"

"I'm still cute, aren't I?"

"...to an extent..."

"Ah. Touché."

She giggled again. "So are we gonna do this or what?"

"Yeah. Let's get started."

Brea's ears perked up and she smiled. "Really?"

"Well, we gotta try vaginal sex sometime, right?"

Brea sighed with content. "I love you."

Jeremy took her hands and interlocked his fingers with hers. "I know. And I love you too, my mate."

At once they kissed passionately, Jeremy's hands straying behind Brea's back and down to her rump. "Ooh. You certainly know how to surprise a girl, don't ya?" she commented. Suddenly, she felt something stiff poke her crotch and rub against it. "Mmm. Is my foxie getting excited?" His tail was wagging. "I thought so."

‘My God,' Jeremy thought, ‘she's so close. So tantalizingly close...' Just as Brea was about to take off her jeans and panties in one move, they were surprised by a knock on the door.

"Hello?" a voice called from the other side.

"Aw hell, it's mom." Jeremy whispered.

"It's okay. I'll handle this." Brea whispered back as she put her bra back on redid the straps on her top. "Quick. Let's go sit on the bed. It'll look like we were just talkin'."

"Okay."

"Is everything okay in there?" Jeremy's mom called again.

"Oh, uhâ€"yes. Come in." Brea responded. As the door handle turned, Brea checked Jeremy one more time to see if everything was in order. She stifled a yelp when she noticed that Jeremy still had a huge tent in his jeans. "Yikes! Adjust yourself, for the love of God!"

"Oh! Right!" He moaned to himself as he rearranged himself and had just gotten his hand out his pants when the door opened.

"Hello." said Jeremy's mom warily.

"Hi." Brea said back with a suspiciously big smile on her face

Jeremy's mom stared at them for a moment, trying to imagine what they may have been doing earlier, then shook her head and said, "Brea, your parents called. They want to know when you'll be back ‘cause you need to pack up for your overnight visit at your grandparent's house."

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Um...tell them I'll be over in a little bit."

"All right then." said Jeremy's mom. Her eyes casually drifted to the area between Brea's legs and she drew her hand to her chin when she noticed a dark spot.

"Oh my. What happened to your pants?"

Brea looked down and then looked back up. "What, this?" she said. "It's nothing, really, I just spilled some water on myself."

"Really?" Jeremy's mom looked around. "I don't see any empty glasses or water on the floor."

"I cleaned it up."

"Very well then. I'll be downstairs if you need anything before you go."

"Thanks."

Jeremy's mom's gaze turned to her son. "Jeremy?" He looked up when he heard his name. "Can you forgive me for the mistake I made so long ago?"

Jeremy smiled and hugged his mom. "What's to forgive? If you hadn't made that mistake, I wouldn't be around, now would I?"

His mom sniffled. "Thank you."

"I love you, mom."

"I love you too, Jeremy." Then she walked downstairs, wiping her eyes as she went.

Brea slapped Jeremy once his mom was out of sight. "Damn, that was close! How many more times are we gonna get caught like that?!"

"Hm. Maybe sooner than you think." He took a step toward her.

Brea stepped back and held out her hands in a stopping motion. "Not here, Jeremy. It's just too dangerous."

"Well when can I see you again?"

"Not for awhile, I'm afraid. I have lots of basketball tournaments to go to."

"Argh! That's right!" He hit his thigh in frustration.

"Oh, don't worry. I'll be free on Christmas Eve."

"Promise?"

Brea kissed him one last time. "Promise." Then she giggled, pinched his nose, and ran downstairs.

"Damn. Gotta love that girl." Jeremy said to himself.

***

It was a cold and blustery Christmas Eve. The wind howled and the snow blew as a mighty blizzard shook the Midwest and chilled it to the bone. There were reports of widespread power outages, and many families had to live without artificial heat for a few days, relying on the fireplace instead like in the old days. Interstates and major highways were jammed with cars trying to get home for Christmas, and they continued getting jammed as road conditions worsened and people were trapped, cursing the weather if a battery lost power or a tank ran out of gas. For some families, this was going to be a very sad Christmas...but not for the families of Brea and Jeremy.

No power outages had hit their neck of the woods yet, and the snow was a pretty sight for them. All the wide open plains surrounding their homes were transformed into white blankets that gradually thickened as the snow kept piling up.

They had just returned to Jeremy's house after the local Catholic church's annual candlelit Christmas Eve service, and all the house was peaceful and silent, except for the occasional crackle and pop from the fireplace and the song "White Christmas" playing from the old-fashioned radio in the corner. As a Christmas tradition, everyone in the house wore a Santa hat. Nobody felt genuinely silly since everybody was participating. Jeremy's mom was baking little gingerbread men cookies in the oven, Brea's parents were drinking hot cocoa, and Brea and Jeremy were snuggled up together in a blanket in front of the fireplace. Every now and then she would sneak a quick kiss with Jeremy, drawing giggles from anyone who watched.

"Ha ha. Very funny, Brea," mocked Jeremy, "but could you please do that in private from now on?"

"Oh, all right, if it's that big of a deal." Brea snuck in another kiss 2 seconds later, getting a playful growl from Jeremy in return.

"You getting sleepy yet?" Jeremy teased Brea after she had rested her head on his shoulder.

"No." she answered after yawning real big.

"Santa Claus won't come if you're not asleep, you know."

"Yeah yeah, I know. Can you believe our parents still think we believe in Santa?"

"It's weird, isn't it? They should've told us the truth by now."

"Oh well."

Jeremy wrapped an arm around her back and asked in a quieter, deeper tone, "So have you have been a good girl this year?"

"Well, I don't know." She answered. "Me and my mate have been acting very naughty of late."

"Uh oh. Sounds like someone's getting coal in their stocking this year."

"Who gives a rip? Our family's low on charcoal, anyway."

Jeremy laughed. "Good one, Brea." Then he snapped his fingers. "I just remembered something. Wait right here." He got up and pulled a small, pink gift-wrapped box out from under the tree. "Hmm. I wonder who this present is for?" he said a little louder, drawing attention from the adults.

"Give me the box so I can read the tag, silly." Brea pleaded.

"Now hold on. Did I say this was for you? I don't think so."

"Just give me the box, ok?"

"All right, fine, just keep in mind what Christmas is really about."

"You've already told me. It's the night Jesus supposedly was born."

"He WAS born."

"If you say so. Now give me the box, pretty please?" she batted her eyes at him, which was now her very own sly look that no one can resist.

"Fine, fine."

He handed her the box, and she eagerly snatched it out of his hand. Wrapping paper went flying as she tore into the present. Suddenly she squealed and brought a paw to her muzzle when she read the big letters at the top of the box. "An iDog?! The little puppy that dances to music from your iPod?! Oh, thank you, thank you, Jeremy! How did you know??"

"Heh. You left an open magazine on the floor a week ago and I noticed that you had circled a picture of this thing in pen."

Brea hugged Jeremy real tight. "And I'm glad I left that magazine out. Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome." He leaned in closer to whisper to her. "That's not the only thing in the box, you know."

"There's more?" she whispered back.

"Oh yes. Want a hint as to what it is?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Okay. Here it is: it's pink, it's cylindrical, it has bumps all over it, and it vibrates."

"What the fuck?! You bought me a vibrator?!"

"Shhh! Not so loud!"

"No no. I'm not mad. I love it! Thank you so much!"

"You can use it when I'm not around to...well, you know."

Brea giggled.

"Are we still gonna "do it" tonight like you promised?" he asked

"Of course. Man, we're gonna have so much fun!"

"I know! I can't wait! Do you want to come over or can I come to you?"

"If you get caught sneaking into my house, I think we'll get into more trouble, so I'll come to you."

"What time?"

"How does 2:30 A.M. sound? My parents don't lay out presents until 1:30. I'll send you a text message when I arrive."

"I won't sleep a wink tonight so I can make sure I open the door for you."

"Awesome!"

She hugged Jeremy real tight and kissed him briefly on the lips..

"What are y'all up to now?" asked Brea's dad, who'd been watching them whisper.

"Oh, nothing," answered Jeremy, "I was just telling her that I have another present for her in my room I'm going to show her tomorrow."

"Is that so? Well I hope you got her something special."

"Don't worry about that, sir, I'm sure she's gonna remember it for the rest of her life."

He looked at Brea and winked. Unbeknownst to her, he was actually telling the truth. His mom has a friend who owns a custom jewelry store, and he and his mom asked the man if he had or could make something Brea would absolutely adore. The owner, being the kind old man that he was, smiled and told them that he had just the thing and it wouldn't cost them a penny. All he needed was a picture of Jeremy. (The jewelry that was selected will not be revealed until later in the story.)

"I can't wait to see what it is." said Brea, thinking Jeremy was talking about their meeting later.

"Me neither." added Brea's dad. He took one last sip of his hot cocoa and put on his snow parka and cap. "Well, It's getting late. I guess we should head home now."

"Aw. Do ya'll have to?" asked Jeremy's mom. "We never got to sing any Christmas carols."

"If you ask me, I think we got enough singing done at the service." Jeremy commented.

"Nobody asked you, so be quiet."

Brea's mom chuckled. "I think singing a carol before we go is a wonderful idea. Are you up for it, Brea?"

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Why not?"

Jeremy uttered a low growl as she pulled him to the piano where his mom was digging through some old songbooks.

"Oh, stop it. It's just one little song. It ain't gonna kill ya." Brea scolded.

"But I wanna go to bed so "Santa" can come bring our gifts." Jeremy whined.

"Whatever happened to your saintly ‘It's the night Jesus was born.' attitude?"

"Ah. Touché."

Jeremy's mom at last pulled out a sheet of music titled "O Come All Ye Faithful" and placed it on the piano's music stand. "Let me see if I can remember how to play this." She said as she places her fingers tentatively on the keys. After a few random notes and some tinkering with scales, she said, "Aha. I think I've got it. I'll start the first part and then ya'll can join in on the chorus." Her singing was certainly not the best in the world, but it did not clash much with the notes she played. As the group finished the song, Jeremy began to cry softly.

‘Not again.' Brea thought.

Jeremey's mom turned and asked, "What's the matter, honey?"

He wiped a tear and said, "I'm fine. I just can't stop thinking about how Jesus loves us enough to come to earth as a human and die for us." In reality, however, he was still feeling a twinge of guilt about what he and Brea were going to do that night.

"I know." Said Jeremy's mom. She kissed him on the forehead and ran a hand through his hair lightly. Then she hugged Brea's mom and said, "It was nice seeing yall again. Come over tomorrow so we can make plans for the New Year's party, okay?"

"You can count on it." She answered. "Merry Christmas, Cherry." Then she turned to Brea. "Come on, sweetie, say goddbye to Jeremy and let's go."

"Don't expect me to rush." She embraced Jeremy for a brief moment, then kissed his slowly on the lips and whispered, "Be waiting for me, my mate."

"I will."

Then she let go and told him and his mom goodbye as she and her family walked out the door.

After they left, Jeremy's mom asked him, "Do you want anything before you go to bed?"

"No. I'm good."

"All right then. Good night, my little angel."

She hugged him and kissed him on the cheek.

"Merry Christmas, mom." He replied, and he went upstairs to wait for his only love and mate to come.

***

It was 3:15 A.M., and Brea had not shown up yet. "Good Lord, what's taking her so long?" he said to himself as he played the violin on Wii Music, a gift Brea had given to him the other day. "I hope she didn't get caught." He paused the game and grabbed his cell phone from his nightstand, which he had remembered to leave on for when Brea was supposed to come. "Maybe I should call her and see how she's doing."

And just as he was about to hit "speed dial", his phone vibrated and "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk" started playing, signaling that he had a text message. He flipped open his phone and read the words on the screen:

U OPEN DOOR NAO!! I IZ FREEZIG OUT HERE!! SRY I'M L8. WILL XPLAIN L8R. ;)

"At last." He quietly crept downstairs and opened the front door to find Brea, wearing loose, blue, silk pajamas and slippers and wrapped in a thick blanket, waiting on his doorstep.

She smiled and said, "Hi, Jeremy."

He raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "'Hi, Jeremy?'?" he mocked. "That's the answer I get after you show up over an hour late?"

"I'm sorry, alright? I misjudged the time my parents would lay out presents. I nearly ran into my dad as I walked towards my front door, and then I had to wait for them to finish a whole pitcher of smart eggnog?"

"Smart eggnog, eh? The kind with alcohol?"

"Are you gonna let me in, or am I gonna have to push you aside?!!"

"Eesh! Alright already! It ain't that cold, Brea!"

"Easy for you to say! You're wearing long johns!" Jeremy took Brea's hand, kissed it like a gentleman, and led her inside. "Well I do declare..." said Brea in a cheap imitation of a southern woman's accent, "Wherever am I gonna find a man as courteous and well-mannered as you are? Whatever shall I do with you?"

And Jeremy smartly answered, "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." Then he picked her up, blanket and all, and spun her around a few times, and she giggled while he did so. Then he brought her head closer to his for a passionate kiss with his mate. They closed their eyes and locked lips for a minute, losing themselves in the warmth of each other's embrace, a modern Romeo and Juliet, completely devoted to one another. Brea snapped out of it sooner than Jeremy did, and to give him the message that she wanted to get down to the "real business", she pinched his arm rather harshly. "YOW!" he yelped, and he accidentally dropped his mate, he was so shocked. She hit the ground with a loud thump.

"Hey!" she exclaimed. "What the hell was--?!"

"Shh," Jeremy interrupted, "Someone's coming!"

Sure enough, a door opened down the hall, and a frail, yet gruff voice said, "Eh? Whozâ€"whozer?" It was Jeremy's mom. Her eyes were bleary and red, and in one hand she had an almost empty bottle of wine, and Jeremy heard a slow Randy Travis song blasting from her room.

"Get under the blanket and don't move." Jeremy whispered down to the shivering bundle at his feet.

"Youâ€"you tell me right now who you are and what you're doing here stranger *hic*, ‘cause I got a glass bottle with your name on it if you're tryin' to steal something from us."

Jeremy walked slowly in the direction of his mom and tried talking to her. "Mom, it's me, your son Jeremy."

"Jeremy?" She lowered the bottle in her hand. "My my. *hic* Is it time for presents already? Where's the damn tree? Help me over to it, son."

"No no. It's not time for presents yet. The sun hasn't even come up."

"Oh." She massaged her forehead and sighed. "Well, what are you doing up then?"

"I was just getting a snack."

"Hm." Jeremy's mom noticed the rather lumpy blanket on the floor. "Oh, honey, are you that cold? *hic* Why don't you sleep with me in my bed tonight? I'll hold you close to me."

"That's okay, mom. I'll--."

"Please, Jeremy? Won't you comfort your own mother? I'll let you see my breasts, just like I did when you were a baby..." she tempted in a sing-song voice.

"Mama! What's gotten into you? You're not acting like yourself this morning!"

She massaged her forehead slowly and thoughtfully, and then spoke. "You're right. *hic* I ain't feeling so good. I think I'll go back to bed now. Y-you ought to be doing the same."

"Yes, mom."

"Okay, *hic* see you in a few hours, I guess."

"Good night, mom. Merry Christmas!"

"Yeah, whatever." She grunted as she walked back to her room. Before she closed the door, she turned around and said, "Oh, Jeremy. Listen, if you and your girlfriend end up "messing around" and you get her pregnant, I could care less. I mean, you're both young and in love, so it's bound to happen, right? And besides, I'm your mother, and I'm supposed to love you anyway, right?"

Jeremy shuddered with fear, but cooly replied, "Uh, right."

"Well I'm glad we cleared that issue up early on. Good night." Then his mom slammed the door shut.

Jeremy waited a minute or two in case his mom decided to come out again for some unknown reason. Then he tapped Brea lightly with his foot paw and whispered, "She's gone. You can get up now."

Brea hastily stood up and took a deep breath of air. "Good grief! Another close call! I'd hate to think what would happen the next time."

"Me too."

Jeremy picked Brea up once more and carried her up the stairs to his room. As they entered his domain, she asked, "Why was your mom acting so weird?"

Jeremy stopped for a moment to think about her question. "Iâ€"I think she was...drunk."

"Drunk?"

"Yeah. Drunk. I know. It surprises me too. I mean, it's customary for her to get wasted at least once every two months when I try to talk about my dad, but this is the 4th time this week I've seen her like this. And she was acting even weirder than before. I didn't think she drank that much."

"Maybe you should talk to her about it."

"Nah. It's Christmas. I won't pressure her about her problems just yet." He opened the door to his room and entered. Then he gently laid Brea on his bed and kissed her briefly. For a while, they did not talk or move. They just stared at each other and smiled, giggling every now and then. When the silence got awkward, Jeremy broke it. He leaned in close, tickled her ear with his breath, and said, "I love you."

Brea smiled and answered, "I love you, too." And they kissed again, this time with more passion, locking their lips longer and holding each other real close.

When the kiss ended, Jeremy asked, "Soooo...how should we start this?"

"How about some foreplay to get us in the mood?"

"Works for me. Why don't you start and I'll finish?"

"Mmm...okay." Jeremy pulled up a chair and sat down for the show. Brea started things off by tracing up and down her torso with her fingers, stopping at her crotch, then running them slowly back and forth over that spot a couple of times, moaning quietly before moving back up to her cleavage, putting her hand into her bra and rubbing her breasts. Next, she put her hands on the outsides of her breasts and sensually bounced them up and down.

"Damn! You are soâ€"HOT! I don't know where you learned how to do that, but don't stop." Jeremy said. Brea grinned mischievously. ‘Time to get serious.' She thought. Then she unbuttoned her pajama top and cast it aside, making her cleavage appear bustier and spill out of her bra. Then she slipped out of her pajama pants, showing off her wondrous curves partially covered by her pink panties with white lace. Jeremy's tail wagged happily as he continued to watch, squirming in his chair and panting with excitement. Brea then put her arms behind her back and arched her back as hard as she could for a whole minute to show off her young, sexy, athletic, figure...an awfully agonizing minute for Jeremy, who was getting hornier by the minute, panting, drooling, and pawing himself off through his long johns (which were tented at an impressive angle), his pupils dilating as if he were getting high just by watching his mate.

"Hey! Don't start without me!" Brea teased. "I'm not even naked yet!"

Jeremy whined but sat on his hands in obedience.

‘Hmm.' Brea thought. ‘I'd better wrap this up before he goes nuts with arousal.' She reached behind her back once more and undid the clasp on her bra. She then daintily gripped the straps and held them outward from her sides, pretending to take off her bra, but then stopping. Jeremy gasped and shuddered with anticipation, biting his lip in a desperate attempt not to rip off her panties and fuck her right then and there. "Good Lord, Jeremy, what's gotten into you?" Brea asked with a hint of fear in her voice. "I've never seen you this way before."

He stopped for a moment, shook his head to clear his thoughts, and answered, "I don't know, Brea. Iâ€"I thinkâ€"wellâ€"maybeâ€"it could beâ€"my sexual instincts kicking in."

Brea's panties were getting moist between her legs. "S-s-sexual instincts?" she asked, still wary, but slightly aroused herself from his words. "Oh wow. You animal!" she flirted.

"My..." Jeremy added, "...foxy nature."

Brea giggled. "Well, let's see if we can satisfy your...inner animal." And with that, her bra was on the floor, and her beautiful breasts with erect, pink nipples stood out proudly from her chest. Her panties followed shortly after, and her pussy was dripping and twitching, as if it had a mind of its own, begging Jeremy to put his cock in it. Her breathing increased, too, as she laid back and spread her legs a bit, her puffy red treasure exposed to her mate.

In a flash of red and white, Jeremy was naked as well, his cock bobbing up and down and dribbling precum on his feet, and his furry sac producing a musky scent that made Brea's pussy drip more and her breathing get much faster. As Jeremy slowly approached his mate, he asked, "Sooooo would you like me on top or would you rather I do it from behind our first time?"

Still panting, she answered, "Hmmm...how about *pant pant* from behind?"

"Doggy-style or in my lap?"

"Uhhh *pant pant* lap." She got up from the bed and gave Jeremy her spot. Then she sat down and leaned gently back onto her lover, sighing in ectasy when she felt his shaft bump her clit. Neither of them moved for a moment, their brains still trying to register what was going on. Then Brea opened her mouth to speak, but was silenced by the familiar touch of Jeremy's paws on her breasts. Her breathing relaxed a bit as he fondled, palpated, and massaged her breasts ever so delicately, giving the occasional tweak to her nipple to make her yip playfully. Brea's pleasure was heightening, the wonderful pressure in her crotch already getting more intense. "More." She moaned. He started to go a little faster, and she realized she could cum at that moment if she didn't act fast. "Stop!" she protested. He removed his hands reluctantly and gave a confused grunt. "Let's skip to the good part." She iterated.

"You're right," said Jeremy, "but that was the best foreplay ever, I gotta tell ya!" He kissed her on the cheek and gave her a playful nip on the ear, causing her to yip playfully again. Then he smoothly caressed her stunning figure from the armpits all the way down to her hips. Then he all of a sudden spread his legs, making Brea scream as she fell through the space, but Jeremy caught her by the butt with his hands, breaking her fall.

"Eek!" she exclaimed. "You hands are cold and way too far south of the border, stud."

"Sorry."

She brought her fist down hard on his thigh. "I was kidding silly."

Jeremy brought his mate back into his lap, licked her romantically on her neck, and asked sultrily, "Are you ready, my mate?"

She grinned and whispered, "Yes, my love, I'm ready." She grabbed her thighs, lifted them up, and spread them apart to give Jeremy access to her pussy, but when he lifted her up a few inches and was about to guide his cock into her, she said, "Wait!"

He sat her back down. "What's wrong?"

"I'm suddenly very afraid."

"Of what, Brea? You're too young to get pregnant. You haven't menstruated yet so that means you're not ovulating and--."

"That's not what I'm talking about. I just don't know what to expect. I'm scared that it'll hurt, me being a virgin and all."

"I won't do anything to make you uncomfortable."

"And you're sure it won't hurt?"

"Um...how do I put this?...inside your vagina, you have what's called a "hymen", a thin strip of flesh inbetween the cervix (the entrance to your womb) and the rest of your vagina. Typically, the hymen symbolizes your virginity. When you have sex for the first time, the hymen is broken, initially causing a sharp pain that stays for a little bit, and in some cases, bleeding. So yes, it may hurt at first."

"What?!" Brea cried.

"No no. You don't understand. The pain goes away after a little bit and is immediately replaced by pure pleasure."

"A-are you a-absolutely s-sure?" she stuttered.

"Yes, Brea, I'm sure. And don't worry. It's only natural to feel scared if it's your first time. I was a bit nervous myself until moments ago. Here, let me give you some comfort, a preview of "coming attractions"." He removed his left hand from her butt, reinforcing her with his knee. Then he took 3 fingers (thumb, pointer, and middle) and placed them in her special area, her thumb on her outer vaginal folds and the other 2 fingers on her clit and just barely inside her vagina.

"Ohhh..." Brea moaned as Jeremy wiggled his fingers around a little and rubbed everything down there, his hand getting wet from her pussy, which seemed to almost from a steady stream of arousal juices. Finally, Brea couldn't handle the wait any longer, crying, "Oh, Jeremy! I don't care how much it hurts, I just want your cock inside me! I want to feel young fox cum gushing inside me for the first time, no matter what the consequences may be!"

"That's my girl!"

She spread her legs apart a second time and Jeremy put his left hand back on her butt cheek. Then he lifted her up again and asked her one more time, "Ready?"

"Ready." And so it began...

Jeremy slowly eased Brea down, and though his aim was a little shaky, he managed to penetrate her without missing the mark. Brea moaned softly as her vagina stretched to accommodate his penis and her clit was continually stimulated. He was a rather tight fit, but there was something strangely pleasing about the pressure. Jeremy stopped lowering her after just a few of inches when he came across a barrier of some kind. It was her hymen, her symbol of virginity, destined to be broken on this snowy Christmas night.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked

She nodded vigorously. "Yes, my mate! Neither pain nor impregnation nor scorn will deter me from this! Fuck me like there's no tomorrow!"

"All right. Here we go..."

She took a deep breath, and he shoved her down onto him the rest of the way, tearing through her hymen as if it were tissue paper and causing blood to trickle out of her vagina onto his pubic fur. "AAHH!!!" she screamed. "Oh God, Jeremy, it hurts! It hurts real bad! Oh my God! Ungh!" and she started sobbing and hyperventilating from the pain.

"Shh shh shh shh! Easy!" he whispered, desperately trying to keep his mate from going into shock. "You'll wake up my mom! Just wait a little bit. This part's the hardest, and it'll be over before you know it."

Sure enough, after a couple more minutes of sniffling and groaning, the pain was gone and Brea was silent again, but not for long, as Jeremy used this as an opportunity to begin thrusting her. He started off slowly, moving his cock in and out of her at a steady pace. "Ohhhh yes..." she said, "...that feels so good. Mmmm!" She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, moving in perfect rhythm with her mate below her and letting the wonderful sensations lead her and guide her actions. Jeremy, too, felt really good also, the stimulation of Brea's contracting vaginal walls on his cock causing him to spurt a bit of pre and nearly overwhelming him with pleaure. Brea's pleasure was heightening quicker than his, and soon her breathing became more erratic and fast. "Oh yeah. Ohhh...yes, that's it! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!!!" The joyful sounds Brea was making spurred Jeremy to thrust harder and faster. Within seconds, her pussy made wet, slurping noises as Jeremy's cock moved in and out of her. Brea arched her back and moaned really loud, her climax fast approaching. Jeremy was not far behind, and he grunted as he continued mating with Brea. He could feel the cum collecting at the back of his penis.

"Brea, I-I'm so close. Aagh! I'm gonna cum any second now!"

All Brea could do was moan louder as her vagina squeezed and contracted Jeremy's cock. This made him thrust like a wild dog, going deeper and faster into Brea than he ever thought possible. His sexual instincts had definitely kicked in. Brea, in turn, panted and squealed frantically. She could feel her orgasm around the corner, as did he feel his own not far away.

And then it happened...

Brea let out a mighty cry of pleasure as her vagina spasmed. "Uggh! UGGGH! AAAAAAHHH!" And her pussy squirted her own cum all over his cock. It felt more pleasurable than she could have ever imagined.

Now it was Jeremy's turn to climax. With one last powerful thrust, which pushed his knot into her and penetrated her deep, really deep, through her cervix and into her womb, surprising them both and stimulating their privates and minds over the edge, he let out a long, wailing howl as he pumped his massive foxy loads inside her, spraying the walls of her uterus with his seed. Brea's pupils dilated and she nearly fainted from overstimulation. It was almost too much to handle, but the mind-blowing orgasms coupled by the extra stimulation were certainly worth it.

***

By the will of God, Brea's very first mature egg moved from her ovary into the fallopian tube, where it slowly traveled down to the womb...

***

Brea collapsed back onto her mate when her orgasm subsided at last. "That *pant* was *pant* amazing!" she managed to say. "We should do it again sometime!"

Jeremy grinned and tickled one of her nipples with his right hand. "I agree, my love." And they remained still for another 10 minutes, tied together by his knot, Jeremy holding his mate close to his body, and Brea simply adoring the feeling of his swollen cock still filling her completely.

***

Unbenownst to the couple, the sperm cells from Jeremy collected and made their way hastily to where they were supposed to go...to Brea's fallopian tubes.

***

"Rrrrgh," Brea growled, "I still can't detach from you." She had been tugging on his cock excessively with no luck for a couple of minutes now.

"Why would you want to?" Jeremy inquired. "We still have a few more hours before we wake up our parents for Christmas."

Brea chuckled. "I just can't get away from you, can I?"

"At least not right now."

"Oh, you."

***

It was not long before one of Jeremy's sperm cells reached Brea's egg and fertilized it. In seconds, her newly fertilized egg split into 2 cells, then 4, then 8, and so on as they continued moving down the fallopian tube.

***

Brea gasped quietly when Jeremy's cock finally slipped out of her with an audible "POP!". Then she turned around and kissed Jeremy romantically, taking him by surprise and causing him to nearly fall back on the bed. She broke the kiss soon after and said, "I love you, my mate. You're so handsome and cute. You're the only one for me. Let us never be split apart."

Jeremy nodded his head. "Mhmmm, yes. I love you, too, my beautiful, sexy, wolf girl, and I wish I could stay here and mate with you for the rest of my life." Then he kissed her back lightly and ran a hand through her hair, staring into her eyes with enough warmth and affection that could've melted the polar ice caps.

***

The rapidly dividing group of cells found their way to the womb and embedded themselves in the uterine wall. Brea didn't know it, but at that exact moment, she was pregnant...

"I should be heading home now." Said Brea. "It's 4:30."

"Aww. Do you have to?" Jeremy whined.

"No, I want to get caught naked with you and get in trouble, therefore ending our relationship. OF COURSE I HAVE TO!"

"All right! All right! I won't stop you!"

Brea hugged him briefly and started putting her PJ's back on. "I'm sorry. I'm just...tired, I guess."

Jeremy smiled and put his long johns back on. Then he asked, "So, when can we do this again?"

"New Year's Eve sound good?"

"Yeah. Sure."

Brea opened his door and took a step out, but then she stopped and turned around. "Oh, and Jeremy?"

"Yes, my mate?"

"Let's make it more...interesting next time."

"You want to me to do it from the front?"

"That too, but why don't we do it with the adults in the house...?"

"WHAT?!?"

"...while they're drinking and partying?"

"Are you crazy? We'll get caught indefinitely if we have sex with them around!"

"That's the idea. I think it'll be more exciting with the fear of being caught at the back of our minds."

"I'm not too keen about this, Brea."

"We'll talk about it then. How's that sound?"

"Okay."

She blew him a kiss. "Goodnight, stud."

"Goodnight to you, too, my love."

And she swayed her hips seductively as she walked out his room and down the stairs. When she got back to her house at last and crawled into bed, fearful thoughts crept into her mind before she closed her eyes. ‘Gosh, I sure hope we're not discovered.' ‘Are we doing anything wrong by having sex this early in our lives?' ‘What are we gonna do in a few months if my tummy inflates because I have a baby inside me?' She brooded on these questions for a bit longer, and then she fell asleep at last.

**

It was a cheerful and sunny St. Patrick's Day at the home of Jeremy. Cherry, as it turns out, is 1/16 Irish on her mother's side, so in celebration of her heritage, she and Jeremy dressed in green and flipped through the family photo album (which was huge compared to most others due to the fact that it's been around since the 1920's) to try to recall the names of their ancestors and which "counties" of Ireland they came from. Cherry also let Jeremy try her homemade Irish Cream. He thought it was bitter and it made his stomach turn sour, but he kept a straight face and told her it was good just to be nice. His mom smiled and then told him she needed to go to the bathroom. As he rinsed his mouth out with some Diet Coke, the phone rang.

"I'll get it!" said Jeremy. He checked the caller I.D. to see if it was anybody he knew. Sure enough, it was Brea's number. He then picked up the phone and answered it. "This is Jeremy."

"Hey, Jeremy, it's Brea." She said in a low monotone.

"What's up, my mate? You don't sound too festive for St. Patty's day."

"Umm...we need to talk about something...in private. It's very serious. Is it okay I come over?"

"Yeah, sure, no problem! I don't think my mom will mind. What is it you wanna talk about?"

The phone was silent for a moment, then he heard Brea answer, "I'll tell you when I come over."

"Okay."

"Well...see ya in a couple minutes."

*click*

‘Hm. That's strange. I haven't heard her talk like that in 4 months.' Jeremy thought to himself. He walked over to the bathroom and talked at the door in a loud voice so his mom could hear him. "Hey mom," he said, "is it okay if Brea comes over for a little bit?"

His mom replied, "Of course, son. What for?"

"She says she needs to tell me something in person."

"Okay. Do you have any clue what it could be?"

"None whatsoever."

*ding-dong*

"That must be her. I'll go let her in." He raced to the front door and opened it. "Hello, my mate." He greeted.

"Hello." She said back before kissing him on the lips briefly. Jeremy looked at Brea and noticed she was wearing two aeropostale jackets and had her hands stuffed in the front pockets. "It's 60 degrees outside. Why are you dressing like it's still winter? And why aren't you wearing that crystal cross I got you for Christmas?"

She had a painful look on her face, like something was really troubling her. "Just let me in. We'll go talk in your room."

"All right."

She entered and made a beeline for the stairs. Jeremy shut the door and followed her. When they got to his room, he shut the door and offered her a chair, which she refused. Then he sat down in the chair and they stared at each other like they usually do when they're together. This time, however, Brea had a concerned look in her eyes and her pained expression did not go away. They continued sitting in silence until Jeremy finally broke the ice.

"All right, Brea, what'd I do this time? Did I forget to show up for a date or something?"

She slowly pulled out of her pocket a queer-looking device and handed it to Jeremy. "Do you know what this is?"

He brought the object nearer to his eyes and studied it closely. It was pink and white and about as long a pen, but it was partially flat and generally rectangular in shape with an LED screen and a button on one side, and one end was slightly smaller than the other. He initially assumed it was a thermometer, but when he looked at the smaller end, he realized that instead of being small and round like a thermometer end typically is, it was wide, flat, and square shaped, like a microchip. He looked back at the LED screen and noticed it had a "+" sign on it. Then he handed the object back to her. "Nope. Don't know what it is."

She sighed and shook her head. "You know what? I'll just show you instead."

Jeremy asked assertively, "Brea, what is going on? What're you trying to tell me?"

She trembled and answered, "Jeremy..." before taking off her jackets. Next she lifted up her shirt halfway to reveal a round protruding belly. Finally she finished the sentence, "...I'm pregnant."

TO BE CONTINUED...