"So you know what to do, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"Bed by 10, menus are on the counter. You know how to order?"

"Dad, I'm 12 years old."

"...I'm not sure if that's a yes or a no."

"Just go on your date! I can handle it."

Aaron's father blew a long and nervous sigh, teasing the top button of his plaid shirt and turning to look at himself in the hallway mirror. He popped the button and stared at himself, before grunting and refastening it. He anxiously popped the button again and went back and forth a couple of times before leaving it undone, scratching the back of his head nervously. He took one last look at his 12-year-old son, before reaching out to ruffle his head.

"Be good, and try not to burn the house down while I'm gone. I'll be back by 11," He sternly lifted a single finger, as if he was chastising the boy, but he was only reminding him of the boundaries he'd set. "Remember, if you're in trouble and need some help, go next door. Dear old Mrs. Gilren knows to call me."

"I got it, I got it." Aaron walked with his father to the door, watching as his father stepped through and lingered on the porch for a moment, nervously glancing at his son. Aaron knew he was less anxious about whether Aaron and his sister Heather would manage at home and more worried about his actual date. With a reassuring smile, Aaron waved goodbye to his father for the night and then slowly closed the door. For good measure, Aaron rounded the hallway and into the living room, peeking through the front window, just to make sure his dad was on his way. He watched as his father got into his car, started the engine and reversed out the drive. He flashed his lights once, aware that Aaron was watching him from the window, before he drove off down the street and into the distance, on his way to his all-important date.

Blowing a nervous sigh of his own, Aaron turned and flopped onto the couch for a moment, staring up at the ceiling. This was as much of a big day for him as it was for his dad. Whilst his father was out on a date with someone he'd only recently just met and started dating, Aaron was fully prepared to make a romantic dinner all of his own-- for it was Valentine's Day, and there was no better day than to make things romantic.

Aaron had been planning this since the beginning of the month after Heather had taken him on a "date" to the carnival when it was in town. Though the events during their date had been less than platonic-- and Aaron occasionally revisited the memory when he had some privacy-- he still wanted to show his sister his appreciation for her including him, amongst other things. He didn't know she'd react to the dinner, but he was excited to try nonetheless. She had no idea he was even planning it-- she was, at that current moment in time, sitting up in her room and talking to her friends over her webcam. She was none the wiser, which suited Aaron just fine for he had the wrestle with the idea of...well, cooking.

Aaron was no chef. In fact, he'd never really cooked his own food before-- his father was good in taking care of them and made their every meal. However, since tonight was special and his dad wasn't around, he'd had to research online on how to cook certain dishes and types of meat. He wanted to go for something simple but ultimately had limited options due to what was in the fridge. In the end, he went with a tried and tested dish that his father had made a few times before: spinach and ricotta cannelloni.

The first issue was the filling for the cannelloni tubes, which was a blend of spinach, onion, ricotta cheese, egg and some parmesan-- thankfully, all ingredients that his father had in the fridge...uncooked and not ready-made. Of course, Aaron never expressed to his father his intentions in making dinner for Heather. Sucking in a deep breath and steadying his nerves, Aaron set the work.

The first disaster was in heating the spinach so that he could squeeze the moisture out of it later. He put too much oil into the pan and as it began to heat up, it spat and popped, splashing oil across the other hobs on top of the cooker. Aaron had no choice but to pour some of it out, clumsily leaving a streak of oil that can down the side of the sink and into the drain-- avid chefs would be mortified at the sight, but the young feline didn't know any better. He did eventually get the spinach into the bowl and clumsily stirred it around, holding a phone in his other hand to read the recipe. He dutifully put a lid over it to 'allow it to sweat', as the recipe dictated, before trying to dice the onion.

Aaron narrowly missed chopping his finger off on many occasions, and the onion wasn't necessarily as diced as it could be, but it was good enough. He removed the lid from the spinach and placed it into a bowl before adding the onions to the pan, trying his best to stir them around with a wooden spoon. Some slipped from the edges of the pan and onto the cooker top, but he paid it no mind, even if they began to brown slightly from the bare flame beneath. As he stirred, Aaron froze and gawked to himself when he realised he'd forgotten to add the garlic-- only his father didn't have any actual cloves. The cub desperately shook a little seasoning bottle of garlic granules into the pan and tried to stir at the same time, which didn't go all that well.

The onion eventually began to soften and the kitchen was filled with its aroma, at which point Aaron cracked opened a couple of cans of pulped plum tomatoes, tipping them into the pan. The juice and sauce splattered as it hit the pan and sizzled from the heat, and Aaron groaned in frustration as he got some of the tomato juice on his front and across the kitchen counter. He ignored it for now and tried his best to stir the sauce up a little, before simmering it down and placing a lid over the top. He watched it bubble for a moment, before turning to the spinach.

Picking it up in the bowl, Aaron squeezed the moisture from the spinach before dumping it onto a chopping board, where he had prepared the onion earlier. He sliced up the greenery as best he could before leaving it to the side, scrolling desperately through the recipe he'd found online as he simmered the sauce for 20 minutes. Satisfied that he was following the recipe perfectly, Aaron began to dawdle, scrolling through FurTube and watching silly videos...long enough for the 20 minutes to pass by without realising it. Aaron was so absorbed in the videos that he didn't even realise what the time was until it was almost too late. His face paled when he spotted the time in the upper right corner of his phone and turned to his sauce. He'd simmered it for 10 minutes too long and the sauce had condensed considerably, but not all was lost. Aaron awkwardly poured some water into the pan and heated the sauce back up, impatiently waiting for it to bubble back up as he dumped the spinach back into the bowl.

Next was to finish the filling. Aaron tentatively cracked an egg into a small jug and cursed when he saw pieces of eggshell swimming within, and he tentatively reached in with his bare fingers to get them out, grimacing at the texture. He plucked them free and wiped his hands on his dirty shirt before beating the egg with a fork, trying not to get it everywhere in the process. He then added it to the spinach, along with some ricotta soft cheese and parmesan, before mixing it around into a not-so-rigid paste. He blew a sigh of relief as he turned a piping bag out into a plastic cup, spooning the mixture in as the recipe dictated.

The final step was assembly and baking. Aware that time was dragging on, Aaron took one look at his sauce and grimaced, noticing the huge chunks of cooked onion within. It didn't just look unsightly, but Aaron gulped at the thought of having to chew those pieces down, so he did what he thought was the best idea: he poured the contents of the sauce into a blender, placing the lip on top and pressing the button.

In truth, Aaron had never used the blender before and didn't even realise that he had to fasten the lid down before turning it on. The blender got out of control before he could stop it, and the whirling contents of tomato and onion frothed around inside the blender, knocking the lid off and causing Aaron's sauce to splatter all across the kitchen. It covered the walls, the curtains, the countertop and Aaron himself before the kitten could shut the blender off. All the feline could do was stare at the mess he'd made as he heard the thudding sounds of his sister's footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Dad? Are you still home?" Aaron heard Heather called from the hallway, drawing ever closer. The feline didn't even try to hide his mess.

"Did you date stand you u..." Heather slowed as she entered the doorway of the kitchen and stared, surprised, at her brother, who turned to look at her. For once, he was actually a little teary-eyed, frustrated that he'd ruined his entire plans-- Heather blinked at him, trying to stifle a smirk, then a snort, before erupting into full-blown laughter. Aaron only grew sourer at her amusement, but logically speaking it probably did look quite funny.

"Oh, Aaron. What the hell were you doing?" She giggled, and her twin brother pouted, ears folding down towards his head, bottom lip quivering.

"I was trying to cook dinner for us and I just...messed it all up." He sniffled, and Heather looked as if she felt bad for him. She took one look around the room once more before tentatively stepping inside, avoiding the puddles of tomato and onion sauce. She patted his shoulder, trying her best to look sympathetic amidst her amusement-- it didn't work out so well.

"Let's clean up," She suggested. "And then maybe order in? You didn't have to try making a big meal..."

"I wanted to." Aaron insisted. "I just...dad never lets us try cooking so I messed up. I'm such a clutz..."

"It's okay," He tried her best to be the 'mature' one in this scenario. "You did your best. Go find the mop while I get the sponges."

"Okay..." Aaron tip-toed around the sauce on the floor and moved into the hallway as Heather grimaced at the sight of dirty curtains and countertops, before reaching for the kitchen roll, thankfully untouched by the sauce. She started to wipe down the counters, scooping up globs of tomato juice and pulp into the kitchen roll before dumping it in the bin, sheet by sheet. 

She then worked on the curtains next as Aaron returned with the mop and bucket. He set the bucket down into the sink and started to run the hot water as Heather did her best to dry and squeeze the moisture and mess out of the kitchen curtains, grimacing when a stain remained.

"I think these need to be washed..." She mumbled, but both of them knew that there was no chance of their father not noticing his curtains were missing. They took one look at each other before Heather drew the curtains open and bunched them as tightly as possible, hoping that the folds of the curtains themselves would hide Aaron's mess. The bucket filled quite quickly and as Aaron retrieved it from the sink, Heather wet a sponge under the hot water and ran it across the countertop, washing away any remnants of Aaron's mishap before working on the walls.

The male feline solemnly dipped the mop into the bucket and began to run it around the floor, groaning with frustration at the sight of red, wet smears following the trail of his mop. He rinsed the tool out and wiped again, blowing a sigh of relief when he saw the red streaks growing fainter and fainter with the added water. He continued to clean the floor as Heather worked to finish the rest of the counters before trying to clean up the blender jug and the actual base of the appliance itself, which had also ended up dirty, before cleaning off anything else that was stained.

It took them near enough half an hour to finish, but by the time they were done the majority of Aaron's mess was cleaned-- the countertops were as spotless as they had been when their father left and the floor was wet but clear of any tomato sauce. The only outlier was the curtains, which for the time being they'd have to leave and hopefully clean later before their dad notices.

"Okay..." Heather turned to Aaron and looked up and down his dirty grey shirt, before up at the stained fur on his face. "You should take a shower."

"Yeah, you're right." Aaron grumbled, watching as Heather rounded the little dining table in their kitchen, picking up the menu on top.

"I'll order, so go ahead." She assured him, and Aaron took her word for it. Turning and leaving the kitchen, Aaron trudged up the stairs and peeled off his shirt, tossing it into the laundry basket in the bathroom. He made sure he had a towel available before turning on the shower, idly scratching his white-furred chest before peeling off his shorts and closing the bathroom door for some privacy.

He was stupid. He'd made a mess and Heather had had to clean it up-- it seemed like she didn't mind, but he still felt bad for needing her help, especially when she already busy doing something at the time. He grumbled to himself as he stood in the nude, looking himself up and down in the bathroom mirror before stepping under the shower's flow of water and sighing as the heat spread across his body. He worked on his face first and scrubbed the now dried tomato paste from his cheeks and forehead, before grabbing the shampoo and beginning to clean himself.

Aaron was so enthralled in cleaning himself and rinsing the shampoo from his short ginger and white fur that he hadn't even heard his sister coming up the stairs, though in all fairness she was doing her best to be quiet. With her footsteps drowned out by the noise of the shower, Heather lingered by the bathroom door, and a sly smile crept across her feline face. She slowly shifted and began to undress, peeling off her tank top and dropping her tight leggings, whilst Aaron was none the wiser. She revealed her training bra and delicate cotton white panties, slowly stepping out of them as she unhooked her bra, letting it slide down her shoulders and to the floor, where even the dull thud of fabric hitting carpet couldn't be heard.

Conveniently aware of his sister's impending arrival, Aaron had his back to the door, lightly scrubbing his scalp and looking down at himself as the hot water ran down his back. He didn't even hear the door open as Heather slipped inside, and she deliberately didn't close it so that he didn't catch the sound of the lock clicking shut. It wasn't until Heather put her hands on Aaron's shoulders did the male feline finally realise she was in the shower with him-- though of course, her sudden appearance did scare him a great deal. He mewled in surprised and whirled around, cowering on the spot. Even though he noticed Heather he still awkwardly stepped away from her, realising she was naked, as well as him.

"H-Heather, what're you...?" Aaron began, but she leant forwards to kiss him before he could even finish. He immediately melted against her, huffing and pulling her close as his skin tingled with the delightful feeling of being kissed. She hummed against him, deepening the kiss even further, before she slowly pulled back and offered a sly little smile. The male feline's cheeks warmed a little as he looked from her to her body, looking from her budding breasts towards the supple mound between her legs. A blush crossed his face and the sight of it made her smirk, before she turned around and pressed her hands to the tiled wall of the inside of the shower. Though she was the same age as Aaron, she knew how to work her body, at least a little-- she pushed her ass back and wiggled her hips, licking her lips as she showed herself off. Aaron stared at her face before looking down to her plump cheeks and the display of her ass and pussy between them. His member visibly swelled at the sight, as any hormonal boy's cock would.

"I should reward you for your hard work, shouldn't I?" She suggested with a smile, trying to wiggle her ass some more to entice him. She could see his erection-- or at least, the head of his cock from that angle-- but she could see that Aaron was apprehensive. She didn't blame him, considering how often she thrust herself upon him in heated, spontaneous moments; that's just how she was. Noticing that he was tentative to actually join in, Heather leant forwards again and cocked her leg up, dragging her paw up along his wet knee and towards his crotch.

Aaron wasn't expecting something like that from her, but the hiss that escaped his mouth was approving, to say the least. He watched as she slid her paw up, further and further until her paw pads pressed firmly to the underside of his cock. She curled her toes around his length and dragged to the tip, tugging the foreskin and causing it to bunch up around the head. Aaron's member fervently twitched under her assault and he instinctively pushed forwards, grazing his frenulum across her heel as her toes bumped with his balls.

"H-Heather..." He half-moaned, half-whimpered, though it was clear he wasn't trying to get her attention. His tone was both approving yet anxious-- he didn't want to be caught, but he also desperately wanted this on some carnal level. His eagerly twitching cock was proof enough of his arousal and Heather had no intentions of stopping; she splayed her toes completely, sliding his member between them and gently squeezing her digits together as she slid up, her movement rough from the lack of lubricant, before tugging down and peeling the foreskin back, lightly kissing the head of his cock with her heel once more. A drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip of the horny 12-year-old's cock and as she pulled back again it left a fine trail down her sole, ending just before her main paw pad.

It was an awkward position for her for sure, but felines were naturally dexterous creatures, so she kept her balance effortlessly as she began to pick up the pace, stroking her paw back and forth and occasionally switching tact on his member. Sometimes she could press down with her toes and wedge his cock between them as before as if she were squeezing every last drop of pre-cum from him, and other times she would relent and cradle his cock with her 'beans', giving him the freedom to hump as much as he wished, which he did with reckless abandon. After a while Aaron got really into it, even going so far as to reach out and hold the top of her paw with his hand, helping to guide and twist her paw around as needed for the best angle.

Aaron knew that as much as he enjoyed the effort she was putting in, it wasn't enough for him to finish from-- it was nice, for sure, but it didn't quite have the warm, silky friction of her insides-- and he could never say that out loud. Shifting back, Aaron pulled away from her paw and she instinctively lowered it, glancing at him the corner of her eye as he moved into position behind her. He dragged his cock against her folds and felt how smooth and slick they were, betraying her own arousal. He eagerly anticipated how it'd feel inside and wasted no time in pushing forwards, the head of his cock slipping past her folds and sinking into her slowly. Aaron was typically never this forward, but well...she'd dragged it out of him somehow.

She was as warm and tight as ever, and his ears perked to the sound of her gentle mewling and groaning, a sign of how much she was enjoying it too. With a sigh he slid forwards with a little more speed, pushing until he hilted within her with ease, feeling each and every inch of her tight pussy clamping around his cock, milking his length from base to tip. He shifted back, tugging only a couple of inches before thrusting into her again, quivering with delight as the warm and silky sensation of her inner walls against his sensitive glans.

Slowly he leant forwards, propping himself up against the shower wall with a hand and letting the hot water run down their bodies as he began into a rhythm, already close-ish to his orgasm thanks to her efforts in stimulating him. Each thrust elicited a groan from between his lips, and she gasped and shuddered in unison with his jutting hips, instinctively pushing back into him as he did so. Her tail flicked to and fro playfully amidst the pleasure and he kept her firm to him with a hand, fingers digging against her ginger fur and delicate flesh as the wet sounds of their sex began to fill the air, albeit drowned out by the roar of the shower above.

It didn't take long for Aaron to start picking up speed, beginning to tug and thrust with a greater intensity than before. The tender wet slaps of their forbidden sex were becoming more and more apparent, but what did it matter? Their father wouldn't be home for some time and at that moment, neither of them cared who heard-- both were encapsulated fully in their own pleasure, locked in taboo coitus that could mean the end of their relationship if they were discovered, but neither cared. Aaron's moans of pleasure slowly but surely turned into rhythmic grunts as his balls swung and slapped neatly with her tight lips, pre-cum coating her inner walls and slickening his movements over time.

"Right there, right there...!" Heather gasped, groaning loud and desperately as she lifted her hips up slightly and stood on the tips of her paws to guide the angle of Aaron's cock better, grating against her insides in such a way that she moaned with a fervent delight, her gasps of pleasure getting higher and higher in pitch. In tune with her impending orgasm, Aaron's moaned with her, picking up the pace as his toes curled against the shower floor and his teeth gritted, trying his best to keep going despite the physical exertion.

Heather suddenly let out a long and blissful moan, her body violently shuddering as her insides gripped like a vice, periodically squeezing and milking her twin brother's cock. Aaron had to slow his thrusts in a desperate attempt to hold out a little longer, but that squeezing made it impossible-- he strained and groaned, closing his eyes and relaxing his body as he orgasmed shortly after her. He emptied his balls into her, thick little strings of seed splattering across her inner walls and deep into her insides as she pushed back and took him fully and completely, settling there and relishing the sensation.

Aaron leant back, keeping one hand on his sister's ass as he rolled his head back, letting the hot water run over him. His body ached for rest, and since they were having something to eat soon, it seemed like a great time to relax. Heather remained in her hunched position for a little while longer, quietly panting to herself, before she slowly leant forwards and eased herself off of Aaron's member. The feline's cock hung half-limp, coated in a sticky film of pre-seed and cum, which quickly began to wash off under the water.

Slowly Heather turned to face him, and as she parted her lips to speak, Aaron closed the distance between them and pushed her up against the shower wall. She gasped as Aaron pressed his muzzle close to hers, and he sealed her words with a kiss. She squirmed against him and reached up to clasp to his shoulders, moaning against his lips in the throes of passion. Though the pair of them were spent, that didn't mean he couldn't be romantic. The kiss lingered a little longer until Aaron eventually parted, leaning back to admire her flushed face. She visibly gulped, flustered, before she began to speak.

"Mm..." Heather murmured. "Wow, that was pretty g--"

Heather didn't get time to finish her sentence, for it was cut off by the sound of the ringing doorbell: their takeout delivery. The twins looked at each other, and only one word came from their lips.

"Fuck."