 
 
Mum stared at Katie, concern touching her eyes. "You've hardly touched your breakfast.  Is everything okay?  You're not coming down with something, are you?"  The older leopard got up from the table and came around to the other side.  Before Katie could protest, she put her paw on the girl's forehead.  "Hmm...  It doesn't feel like you have a temperature."

"Mum!  I'm fine, honest!  I just don't feel hungry in the mornings.  Put it in the fridge, I'll have it later, promise!"  With that, Katie made her excuses and got up from the table.  Glancing at Tommy, she walked quickly out of the kitchen and upstairs, suddenly wanting to be anywhere but here.  Tommy followed a few minutes later.

"She's been hiding food, you know."  Mum looked over to Dad and flattened her ears.

The newspaper rustled, a leopard hidden somewhere behind it.  "Oh?"

"I found snacks in her bedroom cupboards, her drawers.  I caught her heating a frozen pizza at eleven at night, once.  With peanuts on it!  She doesn't even like peanuts.  Something's wrong, Julian, I can't put my finger on it."

A paw snaked out from behind the large broadsheet and grasped a cup of coffee.  "She's just a girl, Alison.  They get funny about their food."

She shook her head. "No, I think it's something more.  Girls her age get eating disorders.  They think they have to look like those walking skeletal fashion models.  All fur and bones."  The leopard sat down and turned towards Dad. "I think we should both have a little chat to her about it."

He gave a soft sigh and put down the newspaper, weary at the distraction from important affairs of the day.  "Okay dear."

*******

Tuesdays were always family movie night.  In recent years, Tommy and Katie managed to snag the sofa, somehow spreading out to occupy every inch of the ample chair.  As was tradition, the twins both had their duvets with them and were busily arranging them.  In accordance with the ratified border agreement of leopard land, not a single part of the sofa was left exposed.  Before the film was even out of the box, both leopards were snugly tucked up beneath their blankets, legs and tails curled under them.

Mum glanced over and rolled her eyes.  "I suppose the snacks will walk themselves in from the kitchen, will they?"  She sat down in her usual chair and smoothed her tail to one side; the leopard swivelled towards the large television.

Tommy and Katie fidgeted.  The table in front of them lay horribly bare.  It was so warm and comfy under the blankets.  Dad fiddled in front of the TV.  Mum twitched her tail.  Tension seeped through the room, threatening to starve them all with a standoff.

Tommy broke first, lifting up one corner of his warm duvet. "Aww man...  Who's for popcorn then?"  Three paws went up.  Hurrying, Tommy dashed out to the kitchen with his tail bobbing behind, seeing what his nose should have told him a while ago.  "Yes!  Mum already made the popcorn!"  He smiled to himself and picked up two of the bowls.  A quick run to the lounge, and then he was back for more.  One more bowl, and some dips and tortilla chips for himself.  He disliked popcorn, the nasty way it squeaked, the bits that got stuck between your teeth.  Music started up in the lounge, and Tommy hurried.  "Don't start without me!"  With a flourish he ran back in, setting down the third bowl of popcorn by Katie, and the chips in a bowl near his end of the sofa.

Katie gave him one of her soft smiles; his heart fluttered as he crept back in under the covers.  They were a discreet distance apart, for now.  The smooth leather was cool at first, but warmed quickly; it felt slippery against their pyjamas.  Dad sat down in his reclining chair, nearer the opposite end of the sofa from Mum; he thumbed the large remote.  Clumsily fiddling with the technology, as is the role of all parents, he switched the television through a dozen different modes until Tommy shouted the right one at him.

Dad turned around triumphantly.  "Okay!  Is everyone ready?  Tommy, did you get the drinks?"

The cub groaned. "Aww man!"  Not even bothering to fuss, he slipped from under the covers again, shivering, and trotted out to the kitchen.  Another two trips and a range of bottles and glasses adorned the table.

"Turn down the lights while you're up; there's a good boy."

Tommy rolled his eyes, closing the lounge door and turning all of the lounge lights down to their dimmest setting, nearly dark but not quite.  Finally, for what he hoped was the last time, Tommy crept back onto the settee and pulled the covers over him, setting his tail in place.  Katie stuck her tongue out at him and reached for a pawful of popcorn.  The twins got settled in and Mum glanced over, reassured to see Katie eating.

A dramatic fanfare saw a hush descend upon the room as the epic got underway.  Not a cartoon, not an animation; not this week.  But nevertheless it was meant to appeal to all the family, so the box said.  All eyes fell upon the screen and movie time was upon the family.

Katie stretched and yawned, pulling her feet up and then laying on her side on the sofa.  Tommy was engrossed already.  She smiled and gently, surreptitiously, wiggled her way along the seat.  Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, past his tail.  Soft toes touched a leg swathed in pyjama fabric, and Tommy jumped.  She gave a quiet giggle and smiled at him.  He glanced back, gave a tight smile and then returned to watching the action.  Boys.  She wiggled a little closer and grinned as her foot rode over his thigh and found his tummy.  Tommy gave a soft gasp, glanced at her, then gave a resigned smile.  There wasn't much to see in this light.

Undeterred, Katie angled herself around a bit, laying on her side, and softly dipped her foot lower.  Onto his crotch.  Another gasp; Tommy pretended not to notice as Katie's toes slipped between his legs and brushed over the fabric which kept him decent. She saw the silhouette bite his lip and stare with renewed intensity at the television.  Katie glanced at Mum and Dad and nonchalantly propped herself up with one arm; she was tucked half under her duvet and half under his, now.  She pressed her foot against him, smiling to herself as she felt the soft shape of his private parts, so familiar to her now.  Her brother squirmed, and she gently wiggled her toes.  He was helpless.  Inexorably, she felt him start getting an erection; an unmistakable firmness, then warmth, rising against her foot.

Dad glanced over and she reached for the popcorn bowl, grabbing a good handful.  Tommy grabbed his own bowl, sat it on his lap and got really settled in.  Katie wiggled her foot; He shivered and pulled his duvet a little higher.  She was making him all hot and bothered; the signs were easy to see; she'd seen it too many times.  His willy was a pleasant curve, stretching the fabric and pressing against her sensitive pads, stiff and warm.  As if giving in to her, Tommy squirmed and shuffled until he sat cross legged, exposing much more of his groin to Katie's teasing now.  She took full advantage and gently turned her foot, rubbing him with her heel, rubbing lower, all the way down, until she felt the soft give and shape of his balls.

Tommy grimaced, shook his head, put the bowl back on the table and reached under the covers suddenly.  Katie cocked her head curiously as he started reaching around down there, and then she understood.  He was adjusting his bits, as he put it.  Men's problems.  She grinned and watched him, heard him give a soft sigh of relief as everything was rearranged and settled comfortably.  His paws lingered, perhaps a little too long; Tommy gave another sigh and twitched his ears.  Finally though, she nodded in satisfaction as he brought those paws back above the covers and strained to reach for a tortilla chip.  Gently, while Tommy crunched on his snack, she brought the heel of her foot back to touch against him.

Much better.  She could feel the plump outline of his balls now, freed and rearranged.  His erection wasn't going anywhere, but the pyjamas weren't stretched quite as tight now.  Katie glanced at Mum and Dad, and a thrill ran through her.  They were engrossed.  What if she...  The girl drew in a sharp breath through her teeth, pulled her arm under the covers and slipped a paw down the front of her pyjama bottoms.  Teeth clenched, she began rubbing herself and used her foot to do the same for Tommy.  It was so dark, and nobody would see. Katie nodded, finding herself wet, and she gently rode the sole of her foot up and down his willy.

He gave the softest of gasps, eyes widening, ears flattening, turning to give her a longer look.  In the flickering light of the film, Tommy could just about make out a naughty, challenging smile on his sister's face.  There was just no stopping her.  The action on the screen grew violent, loud, and without warning he suddenly dived to one side and reached for his sister.  Paws groped beneath her covers and, before she knew what was happening, Tommy was rubbing lewdly between her legs; he bumped her paw.  A moment later and he was sitting up, like nothing had happened.


The foot rubbing stopped.  That was going to be the game, was it?  Katie drew a soft breath, quietly withdrew her paw and sat upright once more on the sofa.  She looked over at Tommy and, when he looked back, she poked out her tongue.  He gave an amused grin and returned to watching the film.  Taking less care, she abruptly leaned over to his side, reached under his covers and found his tummy.  In a lucky move she reached a paw down and it slipped right under the waistband of his pyjamas.  Quickly, teasingly, she firmly gripped his willy, pumped it up and down a few times, then let go and sat back up. 


Tommy was biting his tongue, trying so hard not to moan; she reached over him to steal a few tortilla chips.  Mum glanced over and gave her a distracted look before returning her attention to the screen.  Crunch.  Katie licked her muzzle and wiggled a little closer to her brother, under his blanket; her footpaws hanging off the front of the seat and her tail behind her.  He leaned over to the table, grabbed the bowl of chips and hugged it to his lap.  Glancing over, Katie noticed he'd wiggled a bit closer too.  She could reach him now.  A little closer, and...  Katie felt under his blanket, until she found Tommy.  Another thrill stirred her pulse, she walked her fingers up his thigh, over the top, and down into his crotch.  Stretching, reaching, her paw brushed against his hardness and then she squeezed.


She pulled back again, glancing around nervously, trying to keep a discreet distance; it was still a reach.  A paw suddenly snaked into her lap and now Katie was trying not to gasp as Tommy slid his paw inside her pyjamas.  She trembled and stared at the TV with wide eyes as he rubbed her, pressing one finger into her slit.  He wasn't stopping.  Katie turned to stare and watch as he nonchalantly picked up another chip with his free paw and started crunching through it, avidly watching the film.  Crunch.  Rub.  Katie shivered and squirmed, suddenly breathing faster.  Trying to think calmly, sensibly, she decided it was time to up the stakes.

With a wiggle and a grunt, Katie gripped her pyjama bottoms and then slipped them off, slipped them aside, under the covers.  Tommy's paw was still behind her legs; she gently held it, moved it, showed him she was naked.  But a challenge was a challenge!  Gently, firmly, Katie held her brother's paw and moved it away.  Back in his lap; prim and proper.  But that wasn't the end of it.  To his surprise, she reached and gently snagged the waistband of his pyjamas, tugging downwards.  Tommy glanced at her and swallowed.  She winked back.  Slowly, he got the message.  Squirming for some time, he finally came to a decision.  A challenge *was* a challenge.  As she watched, her brother hunched over and performed that same wiggle-shuffle; the bowl nearly fell off his lap.  Katie steadied it, watching eagerly, and in a moment the deed was done.

Katie blushed, her excitement growing; she hesitantly reached a paw over to him.  Almost scared.  She brushed his thigh.  Smooth fur, her pulse quickened.  Before she could do anything else, to Katie's surprise, his paw settled on top of hers.  Quickly and unabashedly, he guided her paw straight over his warm, stiff penis, and then held it with her.  Katie's eyes widened, and then she shivered, having a sudden need to reach down and rub herself again.  They were both effectively naked, just under the covers.  Mum and Dad were there; the film was maybe half way through now.  It was good.  And Katie had her paw around her brother's willy, holding it together with him; she flattened her ears.     


She started noticing a wetness for the first time where she was holding, just trickling onto her fingers.  Was it pee?  Curious, she moved that paw and gently rubbed it in, up and down; Tommy quietly hissed with pleasure.  Too slippery.  Had he 'cum' already?  Nope, not nearly enough of it.  He was just gently oozing; Katie grinned: this was new.  Like a leaky tap, she supposed, excited enough to spill out a bit.  There was more; she rubbed it in, rubbed at him; he was starting to get slick in her paw.  Slick and wet and slippery.  Katie shivered and rubbed her legs together, enjoying this too much; for once she got to make her brother wet.  Before Tommy squirmed too much, curiosity overcame her and she pulled her paw back.  Cautiously, the cub lifted it from beneath the blankets and brought her fingers to her nose.

It smelled of him.  She rubbed her fingers together, still slippery.  It smelled like his willy, which was to be expected, but also a little of something else.  Not like his sticky seed, not much; more like a faint ghost of it.  Katie popped her fingers in her mouth and murmured softly; the taste was almost sweet, just a little salty, just a little musky.  Dad glanced at her; her heart skipped a beat and she plucked a tortilla chip from his bowl.  Crunch.  Salty.  She looked over at Tommy, saw the look on his face; that earnest look of need and arousal; those lowered ears.  He was trying to compose himself, and so she recklessly dove over towards him, leaning sideways, slipping between his back and the sofa.  He was forced to lean too, leaning over with her; he kept a safe grip on the bowl.  Giggling, she pressed her body up against his, dry humping his exposed thigh, brushing past his soft tail.

Mum and Dad turned to look, and without breaking a beat, Katie reached straight into Tommy's precious bowl.  "Hah!  Mine!"  She gave him a brief tickle with her other paw and then retreated back along the sofa with her snack bounty.  Mum gave her a weird look and then they both turned back to the film.  Crunch.  Katie smiled and noisily ate her snacks, quite pleased with herself; they should do this more often.  The pair watched the film in silence for a while; it might have been completely normal again, except she could still hear Tommy's soft panting beside her.  He suddenly handed her the bowl and she felt his tail flick out of the way.  Katie smiled; he could be quite thoughtful sometimes; how did he know she--

Without warning, she was pushed to the side as Tommy returned the attack, softly diving against her and then slipping down behind her back.  She clung to the bowl, nearly losing it, eyes wide.  They were both beneath the blankets and this time he pressed his body to hers, fitting at an awkward angle; she felt his erection nudge her thigh, felt her tail pressed between their bodies.  The film had reached a lengthy action sequence; hard to drag your eyes away unless your brother was cuddling you nude.  She shivered; this game was getting out of hand, but it was so...  naughty.  It was just a game: he was stealing her chips this time.  That's right; that's what she'd do; that's what she'd say.  So when she felt Tommy's paw slip between her legs, she parted them, wiggled around, let their bodies fit more easily together.

He rubbed her and she shivered, feeling his erection drag against her bottom, stiff and wet.  She was wet too, where his fingers touched him, where she so keenly wanted something else.  Here?  Could they?  A strong shiver and she squeezed her eyes shut, shifting again, making her brother's willy slip nicely between her legs, lifting her tail up out of the way.  He pushed a finger into her vagina and she nearly moaned, grasping for the bowl, grasping for sense.  There seemed to be no disagreement between them as Tommy shuffled now, a little more down the sofa, a little higher up her body.  She felt him nudge wetly between her buttocks, leaving a sticky trail, higher, higher.  Katie huffed and panted as a second finger pushed into her, and Tommy pushed under her tail.

Directly under it; it felt a bit strange, a bit naughty as his gently oozing tip nudged around against her other hole.  Her tail flicked as she squeezed, squeezed on fingers, and his wetness was spreading.  Tommy slipped those wet fingers out of her, regretfully, but gently pressed against her tight spot and gave a very soft groan.  There was a little give; he held her with sticky fingers, shivering as his slick tip nudged a little way inside.  But now wasn't the time for something new and complicated.  Katie bit her lip as he pulled back, but then flattened her ears in pleasure as his erection finally bumped her vagina; it was naughty and warm.  Katie took two deep breaths; time seemed to slow down.  Reaching around behind her, she found his penis, angled it down; he gave a very soft whimper.  Tommy wasted no more time, hugged Katie and pushed his willy straight up into her.  The two were as one again; they trembled, stifled all manner of noises; it was just a cuddle.  Just a game.  Just mate your sister while Mum and Dad watch the movie.

Another action sequence on the screen; Tommy started thrusting.  Trembling thighs, trembling all over; he couldn't help himself.  Whether he stayed still or did this, the result was always inevitable.  Katie shivered in his paws, tingling, over-excited; she couldn't quite believe this was happening.  Bullets started firing on the screen.  Explosions.  Bang.  His penis pushed in hard.  Boom.  Their groins bumped together.  Steady artillery fire.  The tempo of his thrusting increased, almost seeming in time to the action; her ears folded back.  He was close, so close already; she could hear it; she wanted it.  He was going to fill her up with his seed in front of Mum and Dad for movie night; Katie nearly squealed.  And it was time.

The pleasant crescendo of his thrusts faltered; his breath started coming in soft gasps; he squeezed her.  Straining so hard to be quiet, the cub stopped entirely, and then his tail started twitching against the seat back.  The film came to a very quiet part, but the twins didn't notice; it felt good, so good.  Twitching, shivering, gushing pleasure flooded into Tommy's body, spurred on by the excitement of what they were doing, and he groaned.  Biting his lip, laying his ears back, he couldn't help it; it had never felt this good before.  Rational thought snuffed out by a tidal wave of pleasure, he clenched all four paws, let out a loud shuddering groan into the silence, and began squirting hard into his sister's vagina.  Mum and Dad looked around.  Tommy groaned again and squirted harder, eyes squeezed shut.  Mum and Dad stared, suddenly suspicious, looking at the cuddling twins as if seeing them for the first time.  Katie let out a frightened gasp; Tommy's eyes snapped open and the TV blared loud again in the background; ignored by everyone.  Something wasn't right here.  Why were Tommy and Katie cuddling like that?  The twins were much too old for this, it wasn't natural; Dad had told them before.  Suddenly the whole situation seemed wrong, very wrong.  The way Tommy held his sister, their strained expressions, and what was that movement under the blanket?

"Tommy?  Katie?  What are you doing?"  Dad stood up.

They stared at him, Katie frozen with terror, Tommy ejaculating too hard to speak.

"Well?"  Dad struggled to see, and impatiently strode over to turn the main lights back on, tail lashing.  

The dreadful silence continued as dreadful light began washing away the doubts.  Stony faced, he came around the front of the sofa and kneeled down.  They were so close together, this wasn't right; a terrible feeling begun to sink into the elder leopard's stomach.  He glanced at Mum, looked back at the twins and gently pulled the quilt off them both.  Mum gasped and put both paws up to her muzzle; the sight that greeted them was damning.  Stunned, Dad looked at his children; they were naked where it counted, pressed tightly together like spoons, brother behind sister.  Tommy's hips were twitching and spasming, the elder leopard shook his head in disbelief.  He had to be sure.  Had to, now.  Slowly and deliberately, Dad took one of Katie's footpaws in his hand and lifted her leg up.

Mum shrieked then, a shriek which turned into a keening wail as both parents stared at the reality before their eyes.  Their two children were doing a lot more than cuddling; they were joined in the most intimate way possible; Tommy's penis was deep inside Katie's vagina.  The cub made soft stifled noises as his hips jerked, his tail flagged against the seat, and his erection gently twitched.  His young balls were snug and tight and it seemed pretty clear exactly what he was doing.  In another time and place this might have been an erotic sight, but to Mum and Dad it was black horror.  Not only were they having sex, they were going all the way; the complete act from beginning to end.  Was he even using protection?  It was difficult to tell.

Firmly but not unkindly, Dad pulled at Katie with his other hand, pushing her along the sofa and lifting her shirt, separating the twins.  She rolled onto her back; Mum's wailing intensified a notch and Dad's emotions begun to shut down, all the blood draining out of his face.  Katie started to cry silently as she was inspected.  Separated, Tommy's naked penis was now twitching in the cold air, ejaculating its last over his sister's leg and the couch, and it was obvious he was wearing no condom.  Katie oozed a little of her brother's fluid straight away; there was no doubt now that Tommy was mature enough and that he'd ejaculated most of it in his sister.  The leopard's eyes widened as he tore his gaze away from his daughter's freshly mated vagina, up her crotch, her tummy.

Dad gasped and started to mutter, "No, no, no, no..." It was obvious, so obvious now; Mum had noticed straight away of course.  She had a tummy, he'd wondered if perhaps she'd put on a few pounds recently.  But now he looked, really looked; it was so much worse than that.  Her protruding tummy was round, a very special kind of round and, given the implications of what he'd just witnessed, there seemed only one answer.  The leopard recoiled in horror, stumbling backwards onto his rump, staring at her.  Katie stared back, then to her tummy, then to Dad, repeating the movement a few times.  She held her tummy with trembling paws and really looked at it, looked at Dad, until finally she saw too.  The tears began to flow more freely and she started to shake.

Tommy was in shock; the last of his strange, tortured pleasure died away, and with it his life.  They were right there, and they'd seen; they'd seen everything.  Mostly they were staring at Katie, which was some blessing, but they looked at him too, their eyes filled with sadness, disgust and horror.  There was still that sound, it was so strange, it was...  It was Mum, she was wailing, sobbing, paws clutched over her muzzle; he'd never seen her like this.  Dad came over to her now, stumbling, picking himself up off the floor.  He sat down beside her, put her arm round her and just stared, speechless.

Mum suddenly blurted out a word, nearly screaming it between sobs, "Pregnant!!"  She clutched at Dad and began to get hysterical.

The twins both gasped; Tommy felt like he was rapidly plummeting down a dark hole, now a little faster.  Pregnant?!  He glanced at Katie, at her round tummy; her tummy from eating too much...  Wasn't it?  But it wasn't supposed to be possible; it wasn't...  But he knew.  He reached out cautiously to touch Katie, to reassure her, but she recoiled and shook her head.

Dad stood up, holding Mum against her; the leopard gave the twins a look of such reproach they nearly curled up and died there and then.  He quickly led Mum out of the room and upstairs; the wailing started up again.

Tommy lay there, feeling sick, scared, shocked, appalled, and now a little cold.  He was trembling all over as if excited, but that wasn't the reason, nor was it the temperature.  Nothing could be less exciting right now; he looked over at Katie again.  Her gaze had fixed into the middle distance; her head turned to one side.  She lay where she had been put, spread-eagled on her back on the couch; no longer crying.  There was nothing arousing to see at all; the boy wondered if he'd ever be aroused again.  The TV still blared, grating on his raw nerves, and it was this finally which spurred him to get up.  His muscles were stiff, like he'd been laying there a thousand years, but such feelings barely registered.  Tommy sat up and reached for the remote, turning the TV down, but not off.  He didn't want to hear what Mum and Dad might be discussing upstairs.

His movements started becoming mechanical as he looked for their pyjamas, finding both his and Katie's hidden in a bundle at the end of the couch.  There was nothing else to do but wait, and so very slowly and carefully, Tommy got dressed.  There were loud voices upstairs, upset voices, but at least the wailing seemed to have stopped.  Tommy glanced up at the ceiling, and then Katie, but it was like she hadn't moved an inch since earlier.  His seed was leaking out of her badly now, damning evidence, but no use hiding it now.  Still...

"Katie..."  Tommy spoke in a trembling voice that didn't quite seem his, and then gently laid Katie's pyjama bottoms beside her.  She turned her head slightly and flicked an ear, but then went on looking at the wall.  He frowned; they really ought to get dressed before Mum and Dad came back; maybe it would make things not quite so bad?  That sick feeling in his stomach redoubled and he gently touched one of her legs, feeling like he was losing her. "K-Katie...  Pyjamas...  ...Should put on..."

Katie looked at him then, with terrible, haunted eyes; eyes that held sorrow he could scarcely guess at.  His eyes widened, but he pushed her pyjamas against her, trying to get the message across.  She blinked slowly, like he was hardly there at all, almost in a dream.  Finally, painfully, Katie set about moving to a sitting position.  The voices upstairs got louder, higher pitched; Tommy cringed.  She started putting her feet through the legs, that was good.  It even made his own black despair shrink a little, by focusing all his energy on worrying about her instead.  Slowly but surely, Katie pulled the garment on, her movements mechanical.  It took a long time, but finally she was decent.  Decent, except for the shiny wet patch in the crotch of her pyjamas; the mark of their shame.

Silence upstairs.  Then, quiet talking; it went on for a while, but he could only make out Dad's voice.  Finally, there was a sickening creak as somebody made their way towards the door; a floorboard sound the twins were all too familiar with.  The door opened, then somebody was coming down the stairs.  Finally, after what seemed like years, the lounge door opened and Dad walked in.  His shoulders were slumped and his eyes looked red; they'd never seen him like this.  Katie barely noticed, staring at the wall again, but for Tommy, seeing Dad like this was almost the worst thing so far.

He met Tommy's eyes, looked at Katie, nodded and then took a paw each of the twins.  They stood up and then followed as he led them out of the room.  Katie trudged, still barely noticing.  Tommy began to shiver again, feeling the first signs of tears pricking at his eyes.  The twins were led upstairs as if to their execution; it didn't seem any less serious, both deeply in shock by this point.  Finally Dad walked them into his bedroom, where Mum sat waiting on the bed.  She was no longer crying now, not even wailing, but she had a ruined, broken look about her.  Eyes accusing, condemning; a hint of disbelief still lingered.  At least, until her gaze fell upon Katie's slick crotch.

Even Katie shrank back under that gaze, dragged briefly from catatonia; both twins stood huddled together and Dad went to stand next to Mum.

He put his hand on her shoulder and looked at the pair. "How long have you two been having sex with each other?"

Tommy gasped and looked down, the frankness of that query striking him like a hammer blow. "Um, we, um...  I mean, um..."

The elder leopard's eyes blazed and he nearly shouted: "How long!?"

Tommy jumped; those tears felt very near now; he glanced at Katie.  She was no help though, in her own world again; he swallowed and licked his lips. "H-h-holiday..."

Dad immediately broke in, incredulous. "Last month?  The day at the beach?"

Tommy shook his head, sick with fear; he didn't want to tell but he had to. "H-holiday m-months ago.  We s-shared...  We shared a bed..."

The older leopard was silent for a few moments, a look of dismay crossing his features now; he glanced at Mum and found the expression reflected.  He looked at Katie for a long moment, then back to Tommy. "I see..."  The leopard turned back to Katie. "And what do you have to say for yourself, Katie?"

Awkward, painful silence filled the room.  The girl acted like she hadn't heard, just standing there and staring at nothing.  Dad sighed and looked at Mum again; a look passed between them and then he nodded as if coming to a decision.  "Tommy, do you know what you've done?"

The boy curled his tail around himself, clutching it childishly, mumbling: "Don't know..."

Dad's tone grew sharp and cold.  "Tommy, your sister, Katie, is pregnant.  Do you know why?"

Tommy's eyes widened and he took a step back, horror rising up.  It was really true then!  "But I...  B-but I didn't know; I thought she couldn't--"

He interrupted again. "Couldn't?"

The cub nodded, swallowing hard. "I d-didn't know anything at first; we d-didn't know anything."  He swallowed again. "But then you said, brothers can't get sisters p-preg--"

Mum suddenly spoke up in an accusatory tone, "What?!  Julian?  You already spoke to them about this?"

Dad turned to her in confusion. "Huh?!  Wait, no; I didn't tell them that!  I told Tommy and Katie that brothers and sisters should never mate, that a brother must not impregnate his sister.  Must not!"

She stared back at him, still confused. "Why were you telling them all this?"

"I, um, caught them together in the bathroom when Tommy was having a b--"

Mum cut him off angrily. "You already knew this was happening?!  When were you going to tell me?  What else haven't you told me?"

Dad started to look horrified, physically edging away. "No, it wasn't like that!  I didn't catch them doing anything, I was just concerned, and gave them the big talk.  It only happened once; I didn't want to tell you about it and have you worry."

The leopardess was furious; she stood up, tail lashing behind her. "Oh, oh, look at the great job you did with that talk!  You didn't want to worry me?!  Look at what you've done!  Look at what they've done!"  She pointed at Tommy, and he started to cry.

Dad started to pace, shaking his head and waving his hands. "I was just trying...  I didn't...  I..."  He looked up suddenly at the twins and paused.  He looked back at Mum, wincing at her furious gaze.  With a pained look, he said, "Your mother and I need to talk some more in private.  Tommy, Katie, please go to your rooms.  Now."

Tommy nodded miserably and tried to wipe his tears away; somehow this situation was getting worse, and he didn't even know how that was possible.  Not needing any encouragement, he turned and started walking for the door, until he saw that Katie wasn't with him.  A pang of concern tore through him and he walked back.  She was hardly here at all, and so with great tenderness, he took her paw and held it.  With a gentle tug, Tommy led his sister out of the room, and away from the terrible gaze of their parents.

First to her room, he took Katie to her bed, made her sit down and then lay down.  She stared at the ceiling.  Sudden grief washed through him and he let out a little sob, fresh tears rolling down his muzzle.  He loved her so, so much.  Tommy came over and planted a kiss on her muzzle, losing another few tears onto it as well.  He held her paw, tried to think of something useful to say, but couldn't.  Finally, Tommy got up and made his way out of her room, not before whispering to his sister, "Love you."

There were raised voices again as he crossed the hall to his own bedroom; the cub paused for a moment in fear.  It was bad, but then it was all bad tonight; every bit of it.  He crept into his bedroom, turned on his bedside light and closed the door.  As he sat down on his bed, the enormity of the situation begun sinking in.  Various conflicting thoughts were shrieking in his head, all trying to be heard above the rest.  Mum and Dad fighting!  Him and Katie discovered!  Seen naked and with a stiffy by Mum and Dad!  Katie in trouble!  Katie pregnant!  And that last thought was loudest of all, wasn't it?  Despite everything else, that one single fact was still ringing in his ears.

Tommy, had made his sister pregnant.  He'd impregnated her.  She was pregnant.  She was having cubs and they were his.  It was too much to grasp, he tossed the thought around his head and tried again.  Katie, his sister, was having his cub.  Their mating had been much more than pleasure and fun; suddenly it held a terribly serious, undeniable consequence.  All the squirts he'd put up her, from so many times, had finally done it.  Tommy couldn't even imagine when; how pregnant was she?  A few weeks?  A few months?  Maybe it had been their very first time.  Maybe it had been--  No, he quashed that thought, Peter had only played just that one brief time.  One time against hundreds.

The cub laid down on his bed and stared at the ceiling, lost to his thoughts.  That childish urge resurfaced and he curled his tail round himself, hugging it, desperately seeking comfort.  Sleep never came.

*******

"Okay now, Katie is it?  I need you to just pop your skirt and knickers off and then lay down for me."

Katie turned slowly to the slim fennec doctor, agonisingly slow like she was in a trance.  After a moment she seemed to understand, and numbly complied, pushing down her skirt and underwear to her feet, then past them.  Clumsily, she sat back on the bed, swung her legs and tail up and then laid down flat.  The doctor came up and looked at her with a distant kindness, large ears raised in a friendly manner.  She was wearing rubber gloves on her paws.  Some of these small details would come back to Katie later.

"Okay Katie, you're doing very well.  Now, I need to check your vagina and cervix and make sure that baby is okay.  Do you understand?"

Another agonising pause.  Eventually Katie looked up as if seeing the doctor for the first time, then nodded distantly.  The doctor nodded and gently pushed the girl's thighs up so her legs were bent, and slightly spread apart.  She applied some lubricant to her gloved fingers and then placed her other paw on Katie's protruding tummy.  With a detached look of concentration, ears splayed, the fennec brought two slick fingers up to Katie's vagina and then gently but firmly pushed.  They were cold and she was tight, but slowly the doctor's probing digits slid up inside.  Katie looked over to one side as if nothing was happening, detached.

"No sign of hymen...  Vaginal dilation suggests regular intercourse."  The doctor spoke quietly to herself as the examination progressed, soft tail slowly swishing behind her.  She pushed deeper, deeper, getting a look of deeper concentration. "Cervix appears normal.  Cervical membranes are intact and pregnancy appears in second trimester."  She felt around for a little longer, producing nothing more than a soft gasp from the girl, and then gently removed her fingers.  As a final check she swung over a strange looking lamp, flicking it on to reveal a cold purple light.  Staring for a moment, she spoke once more, "Presence of semen confirms regular intercourse."  The doctor gently wiped Katie clean with a couple of bunched up tissues, pushed the lamp away then tried to catch her eye. "You can put your clothes back on now dear."  With a sharp snap and a wag of her dusty tail, the Fennec removed her gloves and tossed them into a nearby bin.

Katie turned her head slowly, her eyes betraying something, what, desperation? Despair?  But it was gone as soon as it appeared, and she dutifully sat up, swung her legs and tail back over the bed and started putting on her panties and skirt.  The fennec watched her with growing concern, glancing over at the parents who sat across the room, an empty chair between them.

"Okay, I have to ask Katie a few questions in private; do you mind waiting outside?"

They looked at her with stony expressions.  The mother looked like she'd been weeping; she held her tail round her like the victim of a trauma.

"What?"  The father spoke up, ears back, danger in his voice.

She blinked and stared back at them, maintaining her composure; ears up straight.  "From what you've told me sir, this case is a clear candidate for abuse.  But with cases like these, your daughter needs to feel free to talk to someone independent; someone unconnected with everything.  I think I can get her to open up, to trust me."

The staring match went on for a long time.  The father looked from Katie, back to her a few times; the girl hadn't as much as turned her head the whole time they'd been discussing it.  His expression nearly crumpled; a brief wave of grief flickered across it so profound, the doctor actually took a step back.

"Five minutes."  Hate filled his voice, but resignation too.  Even, possibly, love.

The parents stood up.  Mum clutching Dad by the arm, like a widow clutching her only son, ears flattened.  One last lingering look at their daughter, then they were gone.

The fennec grabbed a tall stool and swung it round next to Katie, flicking her brush of a tail out behind her.  She sat down and took her paw, smiling, trying to catch her eye again. "What's your name, sweety?"  A long pause; she began to worry the girl might be mute.  

Finally she spoke up in a quiet mumble, fiddling with her tail, "You know my name.  Katie."

The doctor nodded, giving her hand a little squeeze and lowering her ears. "My name's Valerie."  She leaned forward conspiratorially.  "You can call me Val if you like.  You ever met anyone named Valerie before?"  Katie shook her head after a short delay.  The doctor stood up abruptly, and laid Katie's hand down in her lap. "I will be right back..."  She went over to her telephone, picked it up and dialled an extension.  It answered almost straight away and she spoke, "Tony, can you please do tea for Mr and Mrs Fleck, and please try to keep them busy for the next 20 or 30 minutes?  Oh you're a darling."  She put the phone down.

After a moment, the fennec was settled down again next to Katie; she took her paw once more and held it between her own.  Those large ears tilted. "Sweety, you don't have to be scared any more.  Did he rape you?" 

Katie turned and stared at her without hesitation; *this* had caught her attention.  Her eyes looked tired, so tired, but she was finally seeing her. "What?!"

"I wont tell anyone else; what you and me say is confidential, doctor-patient confidentiality.  Do we have a deal?"  The fennec's soft ears waggled.

Katie blinked again, still stunned.  She stared, and the tears started to fall. "I l-love him.  He loves me.  He never did anything I didn't want; he never hurt me!"

Valerie blinked and rubbed the girl's hand, nodding. "Okay..  Okay..  Are you absolutely sure?  You don't have to hide anything from me; I just need to know what happened; how it happened.  This is..."  She swallowed. "This is Tommy, your brother, is that correct?"

Katie shook her head a little angrily, ears folding back. "I'm not lying!  He'd never do anything to hurt me; he's not like that...  He's my..." She sniffed and wiped her eyes. "He's my silly brother."

The doctor nodded again, handing her a tissue. "Tell me how it started."

The leopard sniffed and wiped her nose, eyes brimming; thinking about it all for a long moment.  Eventually she started to speak, awkwardly, "T-there was this holiday...  Me and Tommy had to share this bed; we hated it!"  Brief fire light her eyes, but then dimmed to sadness again. "There wasn't much room; sometimes we'd wake up close and cuddling; it was really awkward.  I wish it had never happened!" 

She nodded to Katie and put one arm round her. "Shh...  It's okay.  Tell me."

Katie stared, briefly appalled at herself, shaking her head. "That's not true. It's not true; I love Tommy, I wouldn't change it.  I'm sorry."  She hung her head and the tears fell a little faster.  The fennec rubbed her back until she seemed able to continue again. "It was...  Strange.  We hated it, but then one night..."  She started to blush; she'd never told anyone this. "One night I woke up, and, um...  He'd put it inside me.  But he was asleep!  Didn't stop him though...  And, I..."  She blushed more. "I liked it.  He didn't even know it happened, but then I started teasing him and playing with him when he was awake and we still shared that small bed."  The words started coming faster now.  "He was real shy; didn't expect it from me, but he liked it too."  Katie looked down at the ground. "I helped him put it in me, and then, and then, he mated me."  She squirmed, looking a little guilty.

The doctor tilted her ears forward.  "So he put his penis in you.  In your vagina?"

Katie nodded softly, blushing and brushing at her tail.

Valerie kept nodding, taking it all in, trying to keep an open mind. "You're sure he never forced you...  And I have to ask, did he ejaculate inside you?  You know what an ejaculation is, Katie?"

Katie put her paws over her muzzle, nearly giving a highly inappropriate giggle. "I nearly had to force him!  Tommy is so gentle, but he knows what he likes, and he really liked it.  He'd never hurt anyone."  She squirmed again. "And, um, yeah, he squirted in me, even the very first time."  Her tears started to dry up.

She nodded. "Okay.  Now, have you ever let any other boy mate with you?  Has any other boy ever ejaculated inside you?"

Katie paused, a little too long, then shook her head vigorously. "No.  It's always been just me and Tommy."  A sudden dark thought begun worming round the back of her mind.


"Okay.  Now, were you aware of the risks of unprotected sex, Katie?  Did anyone tell you that you might get pregnant?"  The fennec splayed her huge ears.

The girl gave a sheepish look. "Umm, not at first...  We didn't know anything.  But then I went and read some books and I thought I was too young as I never had my period.  And then my Dad told me brothers and sisters couldn't get pregnant."

"Wait, what?  Honey, he told you brothers and sisters couldn't get pregnant?"

Katie looked a little awkward, embarrassed as she started realising the truth of matters.  "Well...  I think I misunderstood.  He meant brothers and sisters shouldn't mate.  But I didn't understand.  V-Valerie..."  She looked up at the gentle fennec.  "Is it wrong for brothers and sisters to mate?"

Now it was the doctor's turn to look awkward and embarrassed.  "I see.  Well, umm; that's difficult to answer, sweety.  Do you know why brothers and sisters shouldn't mate?  Why incest is wrong?"

The cub shook her head.

"Whenever a man and a woman, or boy and girl mate and have a baby, their genes are all mixed together, half and half.  Half from the boy, half from the girl.  Did they teach you about genetics at school, Katie?"

She nodded slowly.  "A little bit."

The fennec nodded.  "Okay.  Now say Mum has problem with her heart; it's in her genes.  But Dad doesn't.  It's only a 50% chance their baby will have that problem, sometimes even less."  She paused, watching the girl for comprehension.  "Now imagine a brother and sister both have a problem with their heart, that they got from Mum and Dad.  What do you think happens if they have a baby together?"

Katie gasped and put her paws first to her muzzle, then her protruding tummy.  "My baby!  You mean, it's gonna be...  It's gonna..."

Valerie shook her head, smiling gently. "There's no guarantees.  Medicine can't tell for sure, not yet.  Your baby could be just as fine as any other baby, and we can test all that.  But do you understand now, why brothers and sisters shouldn't mate?"  The vulpine inclined her large ears.

A sadness filled Katie's muzzle and she stared for a moment, reeling as it all finally made sense.  After a while she nodded, staring at her paws, deep in thought.  Valerie rubbed her back and just let her be.  The poor girl had some serious gaps in her education.

Katie suddenly gripped the doctor's paw and stared into her eyes.  "But what if a brother and sister mated, and didn't have a baby?  What if they made sure that didn't happen?  Is it wrong then?"

The doctor blinked, staring back into the young girl's wide eyes, thinking for a moment.  "Well that's a very interesting question, Katie.  But you know there's very few foolproof ways to prevent a baby, right?"

The cub nodded, mumbling, "I guess..."

She paused, inwardly sighing.  Right.  "Trust me on this."  How could a girl reach this age and know so little?  Yet...  Professionalism aside, she felt a little pang in her heart at the simple child like innocence of it all.  It was obvious she loved her brother far more than any sister ever should.  The girl stared at Valerie, a little hope in her eyes.  Val cleared her throat and pricked her large ears up.  "Society says incest is wrong, for good reason.  Till very recently, there were no decent methods of preventing a baby; you mated and it meant you had cubs.  Cubs with maybe a lot of problems, if you're related.  That would be bad for everyone, and so, it became taboo, people found it bad, wrong, disgusting.  People made laws."

The fennec paused, gently held Katie's paw with both of her own, looked at her with sympathy.  "You love him very much, don't you?"  The cub nodded, blushing.  "Katie, incest is something few people will ever accept.  It's the kind of thing people keep secret all their lives.  A hard life full of hard times."  The girl's eyes widened and she started to look a little scared.  Valerie continued.  "You know Katie, it's quite natural for boys and girls to experiment, to explore their sexuality, as they grow up."  She gave a soft sigh and flicked her brushy tail.  "But it shouldn't end like this.  I'm so sorry."  Katie tilted her head and looked at the doctor, confused.  The fennec quickly continued.  "But one day Katie, you'll grow up, and Tommy will grow up, and there's a good chance you'll each find your own special person to fall in love with."  

Katie shook her head fiercely, defiant. "No!  I love Tommy!  I want to always be with him."  She sniffed and rubbed her nose.

Another pang made itself felt in the fennec's heart.  Such innocence.  She nodded softly at the girl.  "Okay...  Okay."  She paused.  How to say this?  "Katie, this is difficult.  I'm your doctor, it's not my place to judge you; it's not my job.  My job is to take care of you and your baby."  Valerie gently patted the girl's paw.  "What's done is done.  Can you promise me it will never happen again?"

The young leopard gasped.  "B-but I, but..."

The fennec looked pointedly at the girl's protruding stomach, wiggling her ears.  "Can you promise me that you'll do everything you can to make sure that will never happen again?"

Katie paused, letting those words sink in, softly grasping her tail again.  "Umm..."  Did she...?  "Y-yes?"

Valerie stood up and nodded, smiling a bittersweet smile.  "Okay.  I'm gonna hold you to that, Katie."  She smoothed her tail down briefly, resisting saying anything further on the subject.  The fennec suspected it didn't matter either way; Mum and Dad would surely never let this continue.  Sad.  She only hoped she could be there for these innocent twins when the time came.  The fennec patted Katie's paw and then ambled over to her desk.  She picked up the receiver and spoke.  "Tony.  Yes, they can come back in now."  She put it down again and picked something up off her desk.

The fennec came back over and held Katie's paw between her own, watching as her fear seemed to rise suddenly.  "Katie, if you're ever in trouble and don't know where to turn.  Just call me, okay?"  Katie nodded, eyes wide as she looked down.  There was a small white business card in her paw.  The doctor closed the cub's fingers over it, patted it, nodded.  "Okay.  That counts for your brother too."

The door opened and Mum and Dad came back in as stony faced as ever.  Katie looked at them, caught their eyes and looked away, ashamed.  Her ears swept back and she huddled a little closer to the doctor.  Valerie patted the girl's paw once more, then reluctantly walked towards the two leopards.  "Mrs Fleck.  Mr Fleck."  She nodded at them.  "I can appreciate how you both must be feeling over this."

Dad stared coldly.  "Can you?  Can you really?"

She swallowed.  Stupid.  The fennec pushed on.  "I think that it's important for all of us to focus on the welfare of your daughter, and your son now."  His eyes glimmered with danger.  She paused and continued.  "You're certain it was the girl and her brother?  Not anyone else?  Any friends?"

He shook his head, growling slightly, ears tightly back.  "We're certain.  What's this all about, doctor?"

"I'm just being thorough.  And as I'm sure you can appreciate, Katie's condition bears careful monitoring; we want to ensure the health of the baby, because of th--"

The leopard cut him off, shaking his head.  "She's not keeping it."  Mum clutched his side, staring at her.

Valerie blinked, then nodded.  "Okay, well, adoption is--"

He cut her off again.  "I want to know what our options are for abortion."  Katie gasped from the other side of the room.

The fennec's paws dropped to her side; she put on her best mask of professionalism.  "Oh.  Well as you know, we are in the second trimester now, which means there's not much time left to perform the procedure safely.  And legally," she added, almost as an afterthought.

He pointed his finger at her.  "Find out."  He glanced at Katie and paused.  An expression briefly crossed his face, regret?  Sympathy?  "You have a week."

She took a deep breath, then nodded.  "A week is fine.  I'll start putting the paperwork in place.  Oh and Mr Fleck?"

"Yes?"

"It's standard procedure in cases involving a minor, to perform a paternity test.  We'll need to test both you and your son, regardless of what goes ahead."  Her eyes blazed sudden cold at him, oversize ears swept back, daring this person to argue.  A chill settled across the room and he stared back with fury, outrage, impotence, paws clenching into fists.  The moment stretched for what felt like forever, until Katie began crying suddenly, and something inside the man broke.

"D-don't take my baby."  She sniffled, looking from Dad to Valerie and back again.  "Don't let them take it!  I wont let you!"

He strode up quickly and took the girl's paw.  She tried to struggle away, but his grip was firm, pulling her from the bed to a standing position.

"No!!  You can't!  Valerie, help me!"  Julian pulled, pulled his daughter across the room as she pleaded, fresh tears suddenly spilling out over her spotted fur.

The gentle fennec stared, helpless, helpless as she'd ever felt; her heart wrenched.  She stared at the sobbing girl as she was dragged from the room, the fennec's eyes pleading forgiveness.  Silently Valerie mouthed, "I'm sorry," and watched them leave.  First the dad, then the crying daughter, then the silent mother.  The door slammed and the noises receded away down the corridor.  Valerie wiped her eyes and played back the events in her mind.  She'd seen it.  That one thing which gave her hope.  Tightly curled, holding on for dear life, that girl's free paw still held Valerie's business card.

She sat down heavily at her desk, all the strength going out of her, ears flattening.  Picking up the receiver, she dialled the familiar sequence, waited for it to answer, then listened for a moment.  "I know.  Listen Tony; I think this one could get messy.  Would you ring them for me later, book in for an oral swab DNA test?  I think the father wants to throttle me.  Oh you're an angel.  Tea?  I thought you'd never ask."

