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BUT this should be the last part I have to edit so much cuz schools about over for the twins for the year. \n\n[url=https://inkbunny.net/s/1904450]Previous[/url] - [url=https://inkbunny.net/s/1857783]First[/url] - [url=https://inkbunny.net/s/1912917]Next[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Heckies, late again... Anyway, I did have to edit one part cuz humans but I did my best. Wasn't easy though, hope it's okay. It's kinda necessary for story clarity but I did my best to... avoid it while still making sense... ;w; Since I'm uploading older parts I can't change anything too much without causing gaps or huge bumps. BUT this should be the last part I have to edit so much cuz schools about over for the twins for the year.

Previous - First - Next", "writing": "Zayra woke Saturday morning, hearing Zays alarm going off. His phone making a loud crashing and banging. She rolled a little, looking up at the ceiling. The white ceiling looking orange in the morning rays from her window. Her paws rose to rub the tired blurrs from her eyes before both fell to her chest.\n\nThe house fell quiet, save for Henry's snoring. Then Zays door opened and the bathroom door shut.\n\n'Guess he didn't take a shower last night...' She rolled to face her wall and held her arm. Remembering the arousing feel of Zays hot bulge on her crotch, rubbing as their tongues coiled around each others. Just the memory was enough to spark new arousal in her underwear.\n\nRe-imagining the feel of it all. Pinned, helpless under his muscled body. \n\nAs much as her body burned to do it all again, her heart was heavy. 'Gerald would be pissed. Cheating on him, with my own brother. Zay, the soccer champion, the player...' She slowly opened her mouth, smacking her dry lips and separating her tongue from the roof of her mouth with a sticky noise. After a few smacks she swallowed and took a breath.\n\nHer body was a shifting mix of pleasure and guilt. Loving and hating every bit of arousal between her legs. Her mind playing back the moment with Zay, in their own parents bed. Her paw hesitantly reaching down to rub the soft fabric of her shorts, feeling the warm gooiness between her legs in her underwear. Guilt panging in her chest as the thought of Gerald finding out. Her paw lifted away as a few tears escaped, wiping them away as she sat up.\nNot bothering with putting on actual clothes she stepped out of her room and down the steps to the kitchen, locating a spoon and bowl.\n\nZay pittered down the steps in a pair of jean shorts and a band tee. His wallet chain dangling on his thigh, belt tail visible. He had a small bag dangling from his hand.\n\nShe turned and looked at him, noting his pause. Looking at his ears as they dipped back. 'He wants to say something, but it looks like he's afraid to...Maybe an apology for yesterday?' Her ears had pricked up at his arrival, but were slowly lowering again. 'Does he hate me? For rejecting him for whatever he's looking for?'\n\nHe sighed and turned toward the door, \"I'm going to practice, be home at noon.\" The front door opened.\n\nShe reached into a cabinet and pulled out two granola bars, following him to the porch. \"Zay?\"\n\nHe was already down a few steps, looking back and up at her. His ears back, red eyes staring at hers.\n\nHer tongue tied itself in a knot, a wall between her brain and mouth as she suddenly shied and fidgeted, paws holding the two granola bars firmly. Her feet paws carried her over to him, pittering down the steps to be on the one before him. Her arms rose and she wrapped them around his neck, pulling herself close to his hard chest. \"I'm sorry...\"\n\nHis arms wrapped around her waist, the bag rolling on her tail base as he pulled her closer. His left paw lifting to grip the bare fur between her shoulder blades. \"I'm sorry too...\" His mouth trailed over her messy tuft.\n\nShe could feel his lips quivering, fighting his want to cry. Her paws gripped his mane, sniffling as her own waterworks started. \"I love you Zay... You're the best big brother.\"\n\nHis lips quivered harder and he dropped the bag, pulling her closer. His claws pressing into her fur as his shoulders shook a bit. He sniffed and took a ragged breath, \"I love you too Z-Zarya...\"\n\nAfter a few moments he pulled away, \"I need to get to practice before I'm late...\"\n\nShe looked over at the glow of the sun just beyond the horizon. The sky still a grey blue.\n\nZay picked up his bag and started down the steps again, opening his car door and sitting down.\n\nShe gripped the granola bars and then perked, looking down at the two bars and trotted down the steps, walking around and tapping on his window as he was looking through his music CDs.\n\nHe rolled the window down, looking up at her with a raised brow.\n\nShe handed them to him, \"You know your coach would be mad if you ate fast food for breakfast instead of your protein bars...\"\n\nHe smiled a little and took them, \"Thanks sis.\" He pulled on her arm and gently pecked her cheek, \"Make sure you eat breakfast too.\"\n\nShe blushed and smiled, standing up as she took a step away, \"Have fun at practice... And share the ball.\"\nHe laughed softly as he backed out of the drive.\n\nOnce he was down the road she started up the steps. Closing the door and stepping into the kitchen. She pulled out the gallon of milk and set it on the table, then walked over to a cabinet. She opened the dark brown door and looked at her sugary cereal on the top shelf. With a pout she pushed the door back and started climbing up onto the counter to grab it.\n\nShe made her bowl of cereal and put the milk away, and then the cereal. In the living room she sat on the couch and picked up the remote, turning the TV on and the volume down as she searched for cartoons to eat her breakfast to.\n\n\nMary came down the steps after an hour or so, gently petting Zayras head before she started making coffee. She was wearing a short purple night gown with a bright pink silk robe that was lightly tied. \"Did you sleep alright honey?\" She asked from the kitchen.\n\nZayra shifted her left ear toward the kitchen, \"Yeah.\"\n\n\"Zay up yet?\"\n\n\"He had soccer practice,\" She replied.\n\n\"Suppose he did yell something about practice at six... Woke your dad up from a dead sleep.\"\n\nZayra shoved a spoonful of cereal in her mouth, eyes locked to the TV. Bright eyed and bushy tail wiggling on the floor.\n\nHenry came down as the smell of coffee dragged him from his room, \"Morning Zayra.\" He pet over her messy tuft as well. His red eyes glanced around, \"Where's that brother of yours? Still in bed?\"\n\n\"He had soccer practice,\" Zayra stated again, tossing her head to flick her tuft out of her face.\n\nHenry shrugged and walked into the kitchen, wearing a steel grayish blue robe, not tied so it showed his plaid boxers. His white furred belly hanging out as well over the elastic of his boxers. There was a kiss sound, \"Morning honey.\"\n\n\"Morning,\" She said softly. \"Coffees almost done.\"\n\nZayras ears tilted as she heard hushed giggling from them both. Her ears pricking and turning as the fridge opened.\n\"Mary we're almost out of milk again... and cream.\" The containers in the fridge were pushed around, \"When's the last time you went shopping?\"\n\n\"Been at least a week and a half. I only got a few things,\" she said gently. \"With Zay starting soccer again he's going to be hungrier than normal too.\"\n\nHenry huffed, \"Where's he put it all. Boy can eat a meal that will feed five.\"\n\n\"He's a growin boy Henry,\" She giggled. \"He should be getting another growth spurt soon too.\"\n\n\"He's already taller than me, you mean he's suppose to get taller?\"\n\nMary giggled some more, \"Honey, you knew before Zay was gonna be big. He'll probably be as tall as Xander.\"\n\"Xander’s over six foot...\"\n\n\"Seven with ears,\" Mary commented. \"Zayra should be done growing through, she's barely budged an inch since her last growth spurt.\"\n\nThe fridge closed, \"Zayras always been small though. She was undersized in middle school till she hit that last growth spurt. Zays been growin like a damn weed since he was born... Still can put food away like he was born to.\"\n\n\"He was a big baby though for when they were born. They're only a month premature. Zay was nine pounds seven ounces of kit. That's a heavy weight for an on time new born.\"\n\n\"Wasn't Zayra the easiest to deliver?\"\n\n\"All five pounds,\" Mary laughed softly.\n\nA moment of silence passed between the two, a chair scraping the floor.\n\n\"I still can't believe how sick she was... I still worry about her,\" Henry said. \"Zay would be impossible to tolerate on his own.\"\n\n\"Zay would be a completely different person without her,\" Mary said gently.\n\nZayra looked down at her bowl of milk, a few pieces of her fruity cereal still floating around. 'So I was the weak twin from the start...' She took a ragged breath and let it out, looking back up as the commercial ended and her show started again. Emotions pushed away as she rose the bowl to lap at the milk.\n\n\nZay was squirming out of his jersey, snickering at Kalvin beside him who was doing the same.\n\n\"Think the Model Panthers are gonna beat last years score?\"\n\n\"Pfft, with their crew, doubt it,\" Zay laughed, tossing his jersey in a net bag with others. His fur coat was spiked with sweat, shirt wet just like the others. \"Jameson is probably the only one of that team with any real skill. He can't read his team at all because they get replaced every year.\"\n\nKalvin snickered again, walking with Zay toward the school. \"You seen Jamesons sister though? On the cheer squad?\"\n\nHis ears shifted around, noticing the coach several yards away. \"Oh yeah.\" He looked back at Kalvin, \"She's a good bang too.\"\n\n\"No,\" the cougars ears perked, \"You tapped that?!\"\n\n\"Pfft, duh,\" He rolled his eyes, pushing open the main door and crossing over the empty main hall toward the gym doors. \"Remember that time she fell off the pyramid? Complained of her legs giving out on her?\"\n\n\"Yeah, stopped the whole game. Didn't her brother catch her?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Zay said with a smirk. \"It was my fault.\"\n\nThe cougar beamed, \"Duuude! At a game?!\"\n\n\"Just before it, but yeah,\" he nodded with a smile. \"She's a good tap.\" He pushed open the locker room doors and nearly gagged. \"Ugh, I forgot football trained on saturdays too.\"\n\nThe jocks were already parading around, yet to properly shower as they snapped towels at others bare rumps. A few were even human.\n\nZay turned and started passing rows of lockers, a glance around making him want to back out. They were seniors. Older, taller, broad shouldered linemen. He paused and turned, Kalvin right behind him and the two stopped at their lockers. Kalvin had a combination lock he started undoing, where Zay pulled his key from around his neck.\nThe lock clicked and he left the key on his bag, standing as he pulled his sweat soaked shirt over his head. His ears twitched and shifted at the sound of chuckles. Whispers passing between loud laughing elsewhere.\n\n\"Tidy whites,\" one said.\n\n\"With how popular he is?\" A second asked.\n\n\"Gotta be,\" the first said again.\n\n\"Didn't he break up with Kathy? That golden retriever girl bangin Venuila?\"\n\nZay rolled his eyes, 'Really? Gossip about what underwear I wear?' He looked over at Kalvin who was half glancing, curious of the conversation. \"Stale,\" He dropped his shorts and boxers, stepping free of them and picking them up in his toes. He pulled his boxers free, waving them slightly between him and the locker before turning with an arched brow, \"Happy?\"\n\nThe trio looked around, a human, a tiger, and a bore. The human noticeably blushing at being caught.\n\nZay tossed his clothes in the locker, grabbed the key and closed it, locking it again as he paraded bare toward the showers, tail just off the wet floor. He stepped into the open showers, looking around for an empty head. Finding one next to a cheetah boy. Zay slipped in beside and turned on the water, purring lightly as the warmth rained over his fur.\n\nHe picked up a bar of soap in front of him. Usable as soap and shampoo as to be used equally among all students. He lathered his paws and was almost finished washing, placing the soap back and working the last of the soap around his neck and at the base of his ears that were back to avoid getting water in them. Half rinsed the water in front of him suddenly turned off, a loud snicker behind him as the bar of soap hit the ground with a slight thunk.\n\n\"Oops... Better fetch that,\" The voice behind him said.\n\nHe shook his head to flick off water from his eyes, fur spiked from the water still trapped in the strands as he turned. His red eyes meeting that of the human. \"Thats gay,\" He said. \"No really, it's pretty gay. Bad time to come out of the closet.\" He put his foot on the soap and sent it across the floor. \"Go play fetch with someone else.\"\n\nThe human laughed, \"Maybe I wanna play with you.\" His hand came up between Zays shoulder blades and pushed him to the wall.\n\nZay bared his teeth, \"Bitch you better back off. I'll do more than damage your pride.\"\n\nThe cheetah moved away, \"Jim, don't mess with him. Zays not a pushover.\"\n\n\"Shut it cat,\" the human said. \"I might come after you next.\"\n\nZay growled as his arm was shifted behind his back, gritting his teeth in pain. \"Lemme guess, you're the senior locker bully. How sweet.\"\n\n\"Shut it mutt,\" Jim said, \"How's a mutt like you get to be so damn popular. You banged Meg didn't you?\"\n\nHe laughed, \"Who wants to know.\"\n\n\"You got a damn human fetish, mutt?\"\n\n\"I ain't big on humans, but at least she was tight,\" His tail shifted across the floor.\n\n\"Shut your goddamn mouth mutt. She's my girl,\" he growled.\n\nZay laughed again, \"Bitch, I don't want her. She's cute but ain't my type.\"\n\nJim pressed harder on his back, other hand shifting to push Zays tail aside. \"Teach you to fuck my girlfriend...\"\n\nFear shot up Zays back and he tucked his tail, \"She didn't say she was dating, that ain't my fault if you can't keep your bitch on a leash.\"\n\n\"Like you kept a leash on Kathy,\" he said.\n\nZay snarled, but in his heart he knew it was true. Kathy had wondered more and more every week. A new guy, a new 'friend'. Pain shot up his arm as it was twisted funny. \"She was a stray... Least I know when to stop lookin' for a tramp.\" His tail shifted up between Jims legs hard, making the jock cry and stumble back.\n\n\"Son of a bitch...\"\n\nZay turned, perking his ears, \"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?\" He rounded Jim, tail sweeping up the soap. The half dry fur of his tail sticking to the drying soap. Zay picked it off his tail, \"You know what my mom use to do when I cussed?\" He grabbed Jims hair and shoved half the bar of soap in his mouth. \"That,\" then he pushed Jim down and walked back over to the shower, turning it on and rinsing quickly before stalking out.\n\n\"Fuck you mutt,\" Jim hollard.\n\nZay paused at the wide door, snorting and shaking water from his coat, \"No thanks.\" He turned and rose his hands in a shrug, \"But hey, you and yer girl ever want a real guy in bed, she's got my number.\" He stuck his tongue out a bit, paws out like guns as he dropped his thumbs, \"Check ya later bitch.\" He turned and grabbed a towel off the pile, tossing it over his head as he moved out of sight.\n\nHe grabbed his street clothes from his locker and went to the bathroom. He locked it and dropped the towel and his clothes, smacking each air hand dryer and dropping to all fours as the warm air blew over his fur. With a heavy purr he rolled to press his back to the wall to dry his stomach and right side.\n\nA stall opened and the cheetah, Leo, looked at him. \"I never thought about doing that.\"\n\nZay dropped his leg and sat, looking back with his ears high, \"Shit Leo you scared me.\"\n\nThe feline blushed and pet the back of his neck, \"Sorry Zay.\" He looked away and started washing his hands. Still naked.\n\nFrom Zays position he could just barely glance at the five foot cheetah boys balls. 'When's the last time I got off?' His ears tilted back as he pondered. 'Maranda... Shit that was days ago.' He reached over into his wallet and grabbed a condom. Gripping the edge in his teeth got up, stalking across the floor on all fours and popping up to place his front paws on the side of the sink just as Leo turned.\n\nThe sudden blush crossing the cheetahs short furred face as he stared. Eyes locked to the shiny blue wrapper. His mouth fell open, stuttering for words.\n\nZay shifted to grind their sheaths together, his red eyes gleaming hungrily.\n\nLeo bit his lip and squirmed, panting lightly into Zays neck as his barbed cock slipped free. \"J-just be gentle... Jim's pretty rough with me.\"\n\nZay licked his whiskers, grabbing Leo's legs to rock him up onto the counter. The condom dropping to the cheetahs pale stomach. \"How big is he?\"\n\n\"I uh.. d-dunno, he's not super big... He's just... rough.\"\n\nZay dropped his hands and put Leos legs on his shoulders, dropping to a knee to nuzzle up under the felines balls and lick the puckered hole gently. \"Heh, bet he doesn't use lube then.\"\n\n\"N-no... He makes me suck him first...\"\n\n\"Saliva doesn't stick around long enough, water either.\" He stood and picked up the wrapper, \"I don't use these ones too often.\" He ground his half erect cock against Leos furry balls. He tore the wrapper open and pulled the glistening rubber out.\n\n\"P-pre lubed,\" Leo asked. His legs lifting higher, \"Fancy.\"\n\n\"I know what people like,\" He said softly, stroking himself as he slipped the condom on and began working the tip against Leos rump. He pulled the feline up to lock their lips together, Zay pushing hard up into his rump with a moan.\n\nLeo broke the kiss, drooling as his legs shuddered, \"Oh god Zay... H-hard..er...\" His green eyes glassing over. \"I'm so use to being in p-pain...\"\n\nZay wrapped his arms around him, folding him almost in half as he thrusted, \"Yeah? Pretty kitty like this?\"\n\nLeo purred and rose his arms, wrapping them around Zays neck, \"God yes... D-don't stop...\"\n\nZay pulled Leos lean frame off the counter, bouncing him in the middle of the floor while standing. \"Oh fuck...\" His mouth found an ear and he gripped it in his teeth.\n\nLeo purred and shuttered, \"I'm g-gonna cum...\"\n\n\"Good, but you've still got a bit before I'm done with you.\"\n\nLeo dipped his back, pressing his chest to Zays as he mewed up against Zays neck, \"I-I'm so close...\"\n\nZay hissed through his teeth, \"Nnnf you're so tight. A shame Jim can't treat it right.\"\n\nHe mewled a little, \"Zay... Z-Zay I'm...\" He let out a soft cry into Zays neck.\n\nZay stepped back over to the counter, laying Leo back as the cummy mess of warm fresh cat cream stringed messily between their furry stomachs. \"Ready for more?\"\n\nLeo shuttered, lifting a paw to touch his own cheek, \"God yes... I want it again.\"\n\nZay leaned over him, lacing their fingers together and pressing into a heated kiss as he picked up his pace. Tail curling with Leos as his thrusting picked up.\n\nLeos body continued to shudder in pleasure.\n\nZay murred as he shifted, turning his head to kiss from another angle. His eyes drifting close, enjoying Leo, but soon he became Zayra, on their parents bed. His cock throbbed as his knot slapped against his sister's hole, mouths messily tangling. 'God Zayra. Why do you torture me so much? Why do I love it...' His teeth shifted and found her neck, biting lightly as he threw caution to the wind.\n\n\"Z-Zay slow down... Oh god I'm gonna cum.\"\n\nHis knot pressed against her folds, slamming on them with force as he huffed and panted. He couldn't stop, every fiber of his body burned to keep going. His paws lifting to grip her shoulders and pull on her as he thrusted, arching his back as he pressed harder.\n\n\"Zay... Zay!\"\n\nHis eyes opened and the pressure in his cock and balls made him pull out quickly, barely making it to the sink as he erupted.\n\nLeo laid beside him whimpering happily, his own cum blowing out onto his stomach. \"That was amazing...\"\n\nZay whimpered a little as he blew a final rope, \"Oh fuck...\"\n\nLeo turned and looked at him, then at the sink, \"Holy crap. I've never seen that much cum except in pornos.\"\n\nZay huffed and his legs gave in, flopping to his knees on the floor before sitting between his feet. \"God that's a work out...\"\n\nLeo snickered a little and hopped down, legs shaking a bit, \"That's the most fun I've had since I banged my last girlfriend.\"\n\nZay slowly stood, shaking a little as he started recovering. His paws turning on the faucet and washing the cum from his fur. \"When was that?\"\n\nHe shrugged, \"Couple months. You?\"\n\n\"Thursday... Or Wednesday, I'm not really sure.\"\n\nLeo washed his stomach while Zay yanked on his clothes, \"Not long at all. How do you get so many willing girls?\"\n\nZay pet his shirt flat, a paw lifting to comb through his tuft. \"Just bein me. See you Monday Leo.\" He unlocked the door, opening it and pittering past the half empty locker room. He didn't see Jim, or Kalvin. He went to his locker and pulled out his bag, stuffing his dirty clothes in and grabbing his phone as he started out of the school towards his car. 'Should be home by noon.'\n\nHe was almost to his car in the pretty well empty parking lot when he looked up from his phone. Ears popping up.\nHis nose twitched, the scent of human. He rounded his car, looking at it curiously and noticed a flat tire, cut on the drivers side. \"Son of a bitch...\" He licked his teeth as he twisted his key in the door and opened it, tossing his things inside.\n\nDirty fingerprints were all over his car, the windshield wipers torn off and tossed several yards away.\nZay felt his tail flick, petting over the black hood, \"Shhhh. Daddys gonna make em pay... He can fuck with me all he wants, but no one touches my baby.\" He double checked his surroundings and pulled out his phone, texting away.\n\n\nZayra heard the house phone ring, \"I'll get it!\" She hopped over the edge of the couch and looked at it. Snatching the phone off the little stand and hitting the green button, \"Zay? You never call the house phone.\"\n\n\"Hey Zee.... Can I talk to mom, she's not answering her cell.\"\n\nZayra walked into the kitchen and offered it to Mary, \"Zay wants to talk to you.\"\n\nShe took the phone from her and sat at the table, \"Zayra honey, stir the soup.\"\n\n\"Okay mom,\" She walked over to the stove and opened a small pot of tomato soup. Stirring gently and twisting an ear back to listen.\n\n\"What's wrong honey?\"\n\n\"Jerk at school fucked up my car... Windshield wipers torn off, front driver's tire is junk and flat.\"\n\n\"Oh no... did you get pictures of the damage?\"\n\n\"Yeah, anything else I should do?\"\n\n\"I'll call the school on monday and the insurance company to see what they can do. I'm sure the security cameras caught the kid that did it.\"\n\n\"If we're lucky...\" He scoffed. \"Pretty sure I know the kid that did it... Bastard...\"\n\n\"Calm down Zay,\" Mary said gently. \"Least they didn't key it.\"\n\nZay made a very clear frustrated groaning noise.\n\nMary put her free paw on the table, \"Zay, honey, just change your tire and bring everything home, we'll handle it. You've got pictures.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" He sighed. \"I'll be home probably around twelve thirty.\"\n\n\"Alright, we're making tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch. Dad said we were going out for chinese tonight for dinner,\" Mary stood and walked over to the counter. \"That work for you?\"\n\n\"Yeah I guess...\"\n\nMary smiled, \"Alright, go change your tire hun. I'll have Zayra start on sandwiches.\"\n\n\"Kay, bye mom,\" Zay said and the phone beeped.\n\nMary put the phone on the table, hollering softly, \"Henry?\"\n\n\"Yeah babe,\" He called from the laundry room.\n\n\"Zay had someone at school flat a tire and tear off his windshield wipers. Do you know where the insurance company phone number is?\"\n\n\"Check the fridge,\" he said. \"If not, check my wallet.\"\n\nZayra sighed softly, 'Wonder who just pissed off Zay... Even people who don't like him know not to damage his car... Wonder if me and the car are on the same level. That would be weird, life or death me or the car.'\n\nAt a quarter to one Zay opened the door, tossing his bag up the steps and the two windshield wipers on the table as he sat heavily. His paws running over his face with a groan.\n\nMary picked them up and looked over them, \"Wow, they really did a number on em... Any idea who it might have been?\"\n\nZay made a sneer, pulling a foot up on his chair, \"Probably Jim. Asshole tried to assault me in the showers. He's a senior football player.\"\n\n\"Assault you,\" Mary asked. \"For what?\"\n\nHe shrugged, \"Something about his girlfriend I have no interest in. I guess she never said she was taken, I hit on her and suddenly it's all my fault. She just had to say 'I've got a guy' but no, that probably makes too much sense.\"\n\n\"If you're not interested why hit on her,\" Mary said.\n\nHe let his head hang back over the chair, paws in his lap, \"I'd just broken up with Kathy and I guess I was lookin' for something to fill the void, even if only for a minute... She's cute but not my type.\"\n\nHenry had a basket of laundry on his hip, closing the door to the steps to the laundry room and the back door. \"Hard to believe you have a 'type' Zay.\"\n\nZay stuck his tongue out, \"Yeah, I have a type.\" He rose his head and sighed, \"Problem is I attract the ones I'm not interested in... Kathy, Sabrina, Naomi... Bridget...\" He shuddered a little.\n\n\"Didn't Bridget cheat on you,\" Mary asked.\n\n\"They all did... Every girl I've dated is only loyal for about a week and then they're in someone else's pants... Kathy and Bridget were just good at hiding it.\"\n\nZayra walked over with a plate of sandwiches and set them on the table, \"Wasn't Bridget the one with crabs?\"\n\n\"Thank god the worst thing I got off that bitch was fleas...\"\n\nHenry growled, \"Language Zay...\"\n\nZay flattened his ears, whiskers stiffening with a soft grumble.\n\nZayra put bowls on the table full of tomato soup, \"Lunch is done.\" She sat beside Zay and picked up one of the gooey sandwiches, tearing off a chunk and dipping it in her soup.\n\nHe did the same, shoving the dripping chunk in his mouth.\n\nZayra watched as he ate four sandwiches, Henry only managing two. She shifted her tail, sweeping it around to curl around his. Her eyes watching him as his ears perked and he turned towards her.\n\nTheir eyes met, the worry in her eyes making them shimmer.\n\nHe flattened his ears, mumbling softly, \"Sorry...\" He put his arms on the table and slowed his stress eating. His tail gently wrapping with hers as he relaxed.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Zayra woke Saturday morning, hearing Zays alarm going off. His phone making a loud crashing and banging. She rolled a little, looking up at the ceiling. The white ceiling looking orange in the morning rays from her window. Her paws rose to rub the tired blurrs from her eyes before both fell to her chest.

The house fell quiet, save for Henry's snoring. Then Zays door opened and the bathroom door shut.

'Guess he didn't take a shower last night...' She rolled to face her wall and held her arm. Remembering the arousing feel of Zays hot bulge on her crotch, rubbing as their tongues coiled around each others. Just the memory was enough to spark new arousal in her underwear.

Re-imagining the feel of it all. Pinned, helpless under his muscled body.

As much as her body burned to do it all again, her heart was heavy. 'Gerald would be pissed. Cheating on him, with my own brother. Zay, the soccer champion, the player...' She slowly opened her mouth, smacking her dry lips and separating her tongue from the roof of her mouth with a sticky noise. After a few smacks she swallowed and took a breath.

Her body was a shifting mix of pleasure and guilt. Loving and hating every bit of arousal between her legs. Her mind playing back the moment with Zay, in their own parents bed. Her paw hesitantly reaching down to rub the soft fabric of her shorts, feeling the warm gooiness between her legs in her underwear. Guilt panging in her chest as the thought of Gerald finding out. Her paw lifted away as a few tears escaped, wiping them away as she sat up.
Not bothering with putting on actual clothes she stepped out of her room and down the steps to the kitchen, locating a spoon and bowl.

Zay pittered down the steps in a pair of jean shorts and a band tee. His wallet chain dangling on his thigh, belt tail visible. He had a small bag dangling from his hand.

She turned and looked at him, noting his pause. Looking at his ears as they dipped back. 'He wants to say something, but it looks like he's afraid to...Maybe an apology for yesterday?' Her ears had pricked up at his arrival, but were slowly lowering again. 'Does he hate me? For rejecting him for whatever he's looking for?'

He sighed and turned toward the door, "I'm going to practice, be home at noon." The front door opened.

She reached into a cabinet and pulled out two granola bars, following him to the porch. "Zay?"

He was already down a few steps, looking back and up at her. His ears back, red eyes staring at hers.

Her tongue tied itself in a knot, a wall between her brain and mouth as she suddenly shied and fidgeted, paws holding the two granola bars firmly. Her feet paws carried her over to him, pittering down the steps to be on the one before him. Her arms rose and she wrapped them around his neck, pulling herself close to his hard chest. "I'm sorry..."

His arms wrapped around her waist, the bag rolling on her tail base as he pulled her closer. His left paw lifting to grip the bare fur between her shoulder blades. "I'm sorry too..." His mouth trailed over her messy tuft.

She could feel his lips quivering, fighting his want to cry. Her paws gripped his mane, sniffling as her own waterworks started. "I love you Zay... You're the best big brother."

His lips quivered harder and he dropped the bag, pulling her closer. His claws pressing into her fur as his shoulders shook a bit. He sniffed and took a ragged breath, "I love you too Z-Zarya..."

After a few moments he pulled away, "I need to get to practice before I'm late..."

She looked over at the glow of the sun just beyond the horizon. The sky still a grey blue.

Zay picked up his bag and started down the steps again, opening his car door and sitting down.

She gripped the granola bars and then perked, looking down at the two bars and trotted down the steps, walking around and tapping on his window as he was looking through his music CDs.

He rolled the window down, looking up at her with a raised brow.

She handed them to him, "You know your coach would be mad if you ate fast food for breakfast instead of your protein bars..."

He smiled a little and took them, "Thanks sis." He pulled on her arm and gently pecked her cheek, "Make sure you eat breakfast too."

She blushed and smiled, standing up as she took a step away, "Have fun at practice... And share the ball."
He laughed softly as he backed out of the drive.

Once he was down the road she started up the steps. Closing the door and stepping into the kitchen. She pulled out the gallon of milk and set it on the table, then walked over to a cabinet. She opened the dark brown door and looked at her sugary cereal on the top shelf. With a pout she pushed the door back and started climbing up onto the counter to grab it.

She made her bowl of cereal and put the milk away, and then the cereal. In the living room she sat on the couch and picked up the remote, turning the TV on and the volume down as she searched for cartoons to eat her breakfast to.


Mary came down the steps after an hour or so, gently petting Zayras head before she started making coffee. She was wearing a short purple night gown with a bright pink silk robe that was lightly tied. "Did you sleep alright honey?" She asked from the kitchen.

Zayra shifted her left ear toward the kitchen, "Yeah."

"Zay up yet?"

"He had soccer practice," She replied.

"Suppose he did yell something about practice at six... Woke your dad up from a dead sleep."

Zayra shoved a spoonful of cereal in her mouth, eyes locked to the TV. Bright eyed and bushy tail wiggling on the floor.

Henry came down as the smell of coffee dragged him from his room, "Morning Zayra." He pet over her messy tuft as well. His red eyes glanced around, "Where's that brother of yours? Still in bed?"

"He had soccer practice," Zayra stated again, tossing her head to flick her tuft out of her face.

Henry shrugged and walked into the kitchen, wearing a steel grayish blue robe, not tied so it showed his plaid boxers. His white furred belly hanging out as well over the elastic of his boxers. There was a kiss sound, "Morning honey."

"Morning," She said softly. "Coffees almost done."

Zayras ears tilted as she heard hushed giggling from them both. Her ears pricking and turning as the fridge opened.
"Mary we're almost out of milk again... and cream." The containers in the fridge were pushed around, "When's the last time you went shopping?"

"Been at least a week and a half. I only got a few things," she said gently. "With Zay starting soccer again he's going to be hungrier than normal too."

Henry huffed, "Where's he put it all. Boy can eat a meal that will feed five."

"He's a growin boy Henry," She giggled. "He should be getting another growth spurt soon too."

"He's already taller than me, you mean he's suppose to get taller?"

Mary giggled some more, "Honey, you knew before Zay was gonna be big. He'll probably be as tall as Xander."
"Xander’s over six foot..."

"Seven with ears," Mary commented. "Zayra should be done growing through, she's barely budged an inch since her last growth spurt."

The fridge closed, "Zayras always been small though. She was undersized in middle school till she hit that last growth spurt. Zays been growin like a damn weed since he was born... Still can put food away like he was born to."

"He was a big baby though for when they were born. They're only a month premature. Zay was nine pounds seven ounces of kit. That's a heavy weight for an on time new born."

"Wasn't Zayra the easiest to deliver?"

"All five pounds," Mary laughed softly.

A moment of silence passed between the two, a chair scraping the floor.

"I still can't believe how sick she was... I still worry about her," Henry said. "Zay would be impossible to tolerate on his own."

"Zay would be a completely different person without her," Mary said gently.

Zayra looked down at her bowl of milk, a few pieces of her fruity cereal still floating around. 'So I was the weak twin from the start...' She took a ragged breath and let it out, looking back up as the commercial ended and her show started again. Emotions pushed away as she rose the bowl to lap at the milk.


Zay was squirming out of his jersey, snickering at Kalvin beside him who was doing the same.

"Think the Model Panthers are gonna beat last years score?"

"Pfft, with their crew, doubt it," Zay laughed, tossing his jersey in a net bag with others. His fur coat was spiked with sweat, shirt wet just like the others. "Jameson is probably the only one of that team with any real skill. He can't read his team at all because they get replaced every year."

Kalvin snickered again, walking with Zay toward the school. "You seen Jamesons sister though? On the cheer squad?"

His ears shifted around, noticing the coach several yards away. "Oh yeah." He looked back at Kalvin, "She's a good bang too."

"No," the cougars ears perked, "You tapped that?!"

"Pfft, duh," He rolled his eyes, pushing open the main door and crossing over the empty main hall toward the gym doors. "Remember that time she fell off the pyramid? Complained of her legs giving out on her?"

"Yeah, stopped the whole game. Didn't her brother catch her?"

"Yeah," Zay said with a smirk. "It was my fault."

The cougar beamed, "Duuude! At a game?!"

"Just before it, but yeah," he nodded with a smile. "She's a good tap." He pushed open the locker room doors and nearly gagged. "Ugh, I forgot football trained on saturdays too."

The jocks were already parading around, yet to properly shower as they snapped towels at others bare rumps. A few were even human.

Zay turned and started passing rows of lockers, a glance around making him want to back out. They were seniors. Older, taller, broad shouldered linemen. He paused and turned, Kalvin right behind him and the two stopped at their lockers. Kalvin had a combination lock he started undoing, where Zay pulled his key from around his neck.
The lock clicked and he left the key on his bag, standing as he pulled his sweat soaked shirt over his head. His ears twitched and shifted at the sound of chuckles. Whispers passing between loud laughing elsewhere.

"Tidy whites," one said.

"With how popular he is?" A second asked.

"Gotta be," the first said again.

"Didn't he break up with Kathy? That golden retriever girl bangin Venuila?"

Zay rolled his eyes, 'Really? Gossip about what underwear I wear?' He looked over at Kalvin who was half glancing, curious of the conversation. "Stale," He dropped his shorts and boxers, stepping free of them and picking them up in his toes. He pulled his boxers free, waving them slightly between him and the locker before turning with an arched brow, "Happy?"

The trio looked around, a human, a tiger, and a bore. The human noticeably blushing at being caught.

Zay tossed his clothes in the locker, grabbed the key and closed it, locking it again as he paraded bare toward the showers, tail just off the wet floor. He stepped into the open showers, looking around for an empty head. Finding one next to a cheetah boy. Zay slipped in beside and turned on the water, purring lightly as the warmth rained over his fur.

He picked up a bar of soap in front of him. Usable as soap and shampoo as to be used equally among all students. He lathered his paws and was almost finished washing, placing the soap back and working the last of the soap around his neck and at the base of his ears that were back to avoid getting water in them. Half rinsed the water in front of him suddenly turned off, a loud snicker behind him as the bar of soap hit the ground with a slight thunk.

"Oops... Better fetch that," The voice behind him said.

He shook his head to flick off water from his eyes, fur spiked from the water still trapped in the strands as he turned. His red eyes meeting that of the human. "Thats gay," He said. "No really, it's pretty gay. Bad time to come out of the closet." He put his foot on the soap and sent it across the floor. "Go play fetch with someone else."

The human laughed, "Maybe I wanna play with you." His hand came up between Zays shoulder blades and pushed him to the wall.

Zay bared his teeth, "Bitch you better back off. I'll do more than damage your pride."

The cheetah moved away, "Jim, don't mess with him. Zays not a pushover."

"Shut it cat," the human said. "I might come after you next."

Zay growled as his arm was shifted behind his back, gritting his teeth in pain. "Lemme guess, you're the senior locker bully. How sweet."

"Shut it mutt," Jim said, "How's a mutt like you get to be so damn popular. You banged Meg didn't you?"

He laughed, "Who wants to know."

"You got a damn human fetish, mutt?"

"I ain't big on humans, but at least she was tight," His tail shifted across the floor.

"Shut your goddamn mouth mutt. She's my girl," he growled.

Zay laughed again, "Bitch, I don't want her. She's cute but ain't my type."

Jim pressed harder on his back, other hand shifting to push Zays tail aside. "Teach you to fuck my girlfriend..."

Fear shot up Zays back and he tucked his tail, "She didn't say she was dating, that ain't my fault if you can't keep your bitch on a leash."

"Like you kept a leash on Kathy," he said.

Zay snarled, but in his heart he knew it was true. Kathy had wondered more and more every week. A new guy, a new 'friend'. Pain shot up his arm as it was twisted funny. "She was a stray... Least I know when to stop lookin' for a tramp." His tail shifted up between Jims legs hard, making the jock cry and stumble back.

"Son of a bitch..."

Zay turned, perking his ears, "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" He rounded Jim, tail sweeping up the soap. The half dry fur of his tail sticking to the drying soap. Zay picked it off his tail, "You know what my mom use to do when I cussed?" He grabbed Jims hair and shoved half the bar of soap in his mouth. "That," then he pushed Jim down and walked back over to the shower, turning it on and rinsing quickly before stalking out.

"Fuck you mutt," Jim hollard.

Zay paused at the wide door, snorting and shaking water from his coat, "No thanks." He turned and rose his hands in a shrug, "But hey, you and yer girl ever want a real guy in bed, she's got my number." He stuck his tongue out a bit, paws out like guns as he dropped his thumbs, "Check ya later bitch." He turned and grabbed a towel off the pile, tossing it over his head as he moved out of sight.

He grabbed his street clothes from his locker and went to the bathroom. He locked it and dropped the towel and his clothes, smacking each air hand dryer and dropping to all fours as the warm air blew over his fur. With a heavy purr he rolled to press his back to the wall to dry his stomach and right side.

A stall opened and the cheetah, Leo, looked at him. "I never thought about doing that."

Zay dropped his leg and sat, looking back with his ears high, "Shit Leo you scared me."

The feline blushed and pet the back of his neck, "Sorry Zay." He looked away and started washing his hands. Still naked.

From Zays position he could just barely glance at the five foot cheetah boys balls. 'When's the last time I got off?' His ears tilted back as he pondered. 'Maranda... Shit that was days ago.' He reached over into his wallet and grabbed a condom. Gripping the edge in his teeth got up, stalking across the floor on all fours and popping up to place his front paws on the side of the sink just as Leo turned.

The sudden blush crossing the cheetahs short furred face as he stared. Eyes locked to the shiny blue wrapper. His mouth fell open, stuttering for words.

Zay shifted to grind their sheaths together, his red eyes gleaming hungrily.

Leo bit his lip and squirmed, panting lightly into Zays neck as his barbed cock slipped free. "J-just be gentle... Jim's pretty rough with me."

Zay licked his whiskers, grabbing Leo's legs to rock him up onto the counter. The condom dropping to the cheetahs pale stomach. "How big is he?"

"I uh.. d-dunno, he's not super big... He's just... rough."

Zay dropped his hands and put Leos legs on his shoulders, dropping to a knee to nuzzle up under the felines balls and lick the puckered hole gently. "Heh, bet he doesn't use lube then."

"N-no... He makes me suck him first..."

"Saliva doesn't stick around long enough, water either." He stood and picked up the wrapper, "I don't use these ones too often." He ground his half erect cock against Leos furry balls. He tore the wrapper open and pulled the glistening rubber out.

"P-pre lubed," Leo asked. His legs lifting higher, "Fancy."

"I know what people like," He said softly, stroking himself as he slipped the condom on and began working the tip against Leos rump. He pulled the feline up to lock their lips together, Zay pushing hard up into his rump with a moan.

Leo broke the kiss, drooling as his legs shuddered, "Oh god Zay... H-hard..er..." His green eyes glassing over. "I'm so use to being in p-pain..."

Zay wrapped his arms around him, folding him almost in half as he thrusted, "Yeah? Pretty kitty like this?"

Leo purred and rose his arms, wrapping them around Zays neck, "God yes... D-don't stop..."

Zay pulled Leos lean frame off the counter, bouncing him in the middle of the floor while standing. "Oh fuck..." His mouth found an ear and he gripped it in his teeth.

Leo purred and shuttered, "I'm g-gonna cum..."

"Good, but you've still got a bit before I'm done with you."

Leo dipped his back, pressing his chest to Zays as he mewed up against Zays neck, "I-I'm so close..."

Zay hissed through his teeth, "Nnnf you're so tight. A shame Jim can't treat it right."

He mewled a little, "Zay... Z-Zay I'm..." He let out a soft cry into Zays neck.

Zay stepped back over to the counter, laying Leo back as the cummy mess of warm fresh cat cream stringed messily between their furry stomachs. "Ready for more?"

Leo shuttered, lifting a paw to touch his own cheek, "God yes... I want it again."

Zay leaned over him, lacing their fingers together and pressing into a heated kiss as he picked up his pace. Tail curling with Leos as his thrusting picked up.

Leos body continued to shudder in pleasure.

Zay murred as he shifted, turning his head to kiss from another angle. His eyes drifting close, enjoying Leo, but soon he became Zayra, on their parents bed. His cock throbbed as his knot slapped against his sister's hole, mouths messily tangling. 'God Zayra. Why do you torture me so much? Why do I love it...' His teeth shifted and found her neck, biting lightly as he threw caution to the wind.

"Z-Zay slow down... Oh god I'm gonna cum."

His knot pressed against her folds, slamming on them with force as he huffed and panted. He couldn't stop, every fiber of his body burned to keep going. His paws lifting to grip her shoulders and pull on her as he thrusted, arching his back as he pressed harder.

"Zay... Zay!"

His eyes opened and the pressure in his cock and balls made him pull out quickly, barely making it to the sink as he erupted.

Leo laid beside him whimpering happily, his own cum blowing out onto his stomach. "That was amazing..."

Zay whimpered a little as he blew a final rope, "Oh fuck..."

Leo turned and looked at him, then at the sink, "Holy crap. I've never seen that much cum except in pornos."

Zay huffed and his legs gave in, flopping to his knees on the floor before sitting between his feet. "God that's a work out..."

Leo snickered a little and hopped down, legs shaking a bit, "That's the most fun I've had since I banged my last girlfriend."

Zay slowly stood, shaking a little as he started recovering. His paws turning on the faucet and washing the cum from his fur. "When was that?"

He shrugged, "Couple months. You?"

"Thursday... Or Wednesday, I'm not really sure."

Leo washed his stomach while Zay yanked on his clothes, "Not long at all. How do you get so many willing girls?"

Zay pet his shirt flat, a paw lifting to comb through his tuft. "Just bein me. See you Monday Leo." He unlocked the door, opening it and pittering past the half empty locker room. He didn't see Jim, or Kalvin. He went to his locker and pulled out his bag, stuffing his dirty clothes in and grabbing his phone as he started out of the school towards his car. 'Should be home by noon.'

He was almost to his car in the pretty well empty parking lot when he looked up from his phone. Ears popping up.
His nose twitched, the scent of human. He rounded his car, looking at it curiously and noticed a flat tire, cut on the drivers side. "Son of a bitch..." He licked his teeth as he twisted his key in the door and opened it, tossing his things inside.

Dirty fingerprints were all over his car, the windshield wipers torn off and tossed several yards away.
Zay felt his tail flick, petting over the black hood, "Shhhh. Daddys gonna make em pay... He can fuck with me all he wants, but no one touches my baby." He double checked his surroundings and pulled out his phone, texting away.


Zayra heard the house phone ring, "I'll get it!" She hopped over the edge of the couch and looked at it. Snatching the phone off the little stand and hitting the green button, "Zay? You never call the house phone."

"Hey Zee.... Can I talk to mom, she's not answering her cell."

Zayra walked into the kitchen and offered it to Mary, "Zay wants to talk to you."

She took the phone from her and sat at the table, "Zayra honey, stir the soup."

"Okay mom," She walked over to the stove and opened a small pot of tomato soup. Stirring gently and twisting an ear back to listen.

"What's wrong honey?"

"Jerk at school fucked up my car... Windshield wipers torn off, front driver's tire is junk and flat."

"Oh no... did you get pictures of the damage?"

"Yeah, anything else I should do?"

"I'll call the school on monday and the insurance company to see what they can do. I'm sure the security cameras caught the kid that did it."

"If we're lucky..." He scoffed. "Pretty sure I know the kid that did it... Bastard..."

"Calm down Zay," Mary said gently. "Least they didn't key it."

Zay made a very clear frustrated groaning noise.

Mary put her free paw on the table, "Zay, honey, just change your tire and bring everything home, we'll handle it. You've got pictures."

"Okay," He sighed. "I'll be home probably around twelve thirty."

"Alright, we're making tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch. Dad said we were going out for chinese tonight for dinner," Mary stood and walked over to the counter. "That work for you?"

"Yeah I guess..."

Mary smiled, "Alright, go change your tire hun. I'll have Zayra start on sandwiches."

"Kay, bye mom," Zay said and the phone beeped.

Mary put the phone on the table, hollering softly, "Henry?"

"Yeah babe," He called from the laundry room.

"Zay had someone at school flat a tire and tear off his windshield wipers. Do you know where the insurance company phone number is?"

"Check the fridge," he said. "If not, check my wallet."

Zayra sighed softly, 'Wonder who just pissed off Zay... Even people who don't like him know not to damage his car... Wonder if me and the car are on the same level. That would be weird, life or death me or the car.'

At a quarter to one Zay opened the door, tossing his bag up the steps and the two windshield wipers on the table as he sat heavily. His paws running over his face with a groan.

Mary picked them up and looked over them, "Wow, they really did a number on em... Any idea who it might have been?"

Zay made a sneer, pulling a foot up on his chair, "Probably Jim. Asshole tried to assault me in the showers. He's a senior football player."

"Assault you," Mary asked. "For what?"

He shrugged, "Something about his girlfriend I have no interest in. I guess she never said she was taken, I hit on her and suddenly it's all my fault. She just had to say 'I've got a guy' but no, that probably makes too much sense."

"If you're not interested why hit on her," Mary said.

He let his head hang back over the chair, paws in his lap, "I'd just broken up with Kathy and I guess I was lookin' for something to fill the void, even if only for a minute... She's cute but not my type."

Henry had a basket of laundry on his hip, closing the door to the steps to the laundry room and the back door. "Hard to believe you have a 'type' Zay."

Zay stuck his tongue out, "Yeah, I have a type." He rose his head and sighed, "Problem is I attract the ones I'm not interested in... Kathy, Sabrina, Naomi... Bridget..." He shuddered a little.

"Didn't Bridget cheat on you," Mary asked.

"They all did... Every girl I've dated is only loyal for about a week and then they're in someone else's pants... Kathy and Bridget were just good at hiding it."

Zayra walked over with a plate of sandwiches and set them on the table, "Wasn't Bridget the one with crabs?"

"Thank god the worst thing I got off that bitch was fleas..."

Henry growled, "Language Zay..."

Zay flattened his ears, whiskers stiffening with a soft grumble.

Zayra put bowls on the table full of tomato soup, "Lunch is done." She sat beside Zay and picked up one of the gooey sandwiches, tearing off a chunk and dipping it in her soup.

He did the same, shoving the dripping chunk in his mouth.

Zayra watched as he ate four sandwiches, Henry only managing two. She shifted her tail, sweeping it around to curl around his. Her eyes watching him as his ears perked and he turned towards her.

Their eyes met, the worry in her eyes making them shimmer.

He flattened his ears, mumbling softly, "Sorry..." He put his arms on the table and slowed his stress eating. His tail gently wrapping with hers as he relaxed.
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