Welcome Home
by Winter

Chapter 10:

When Terry woke up, he could not remember falling asleep. For a moment he felt puzzled, then his senses started kicking in. He could smell Tanya all around him, even in his own fur, and the taste of her sex was still strong in his mouth. A grin spread across his muzzle as he realised that he could hear her, too. She was in the shower, singing to herself. The melody was the same one he had hummed while he cooked breakfast, and he was surprised that she had learned it so well already. He had no idea what the tune was or where he had heard it first, himself. It was just something he liked to sing or hum when he felt either really happy or really sad.

The open bathroom door was too much of an invitation for him to refuse, but as he got up to join her, he cringed. His penis was still hard, and so sore every bit of movement was almost painful. He paused in front of Tanya's dress mirror and looked at the thin little rod, wondering how come it was still alive after all that had happened to it. A glance at the alarm clock showed that he had only been asleep for a couple of minutes, and a glance at his own face in the mirror made him double over with laughter. He was wet and sticky from his ears to his chest, looking so much like a drenched kit that he went off laughing every time he caught so much as a glimpse of the mirror. Tanya's deeper chuckles made him jump, but he was soon rolling around on the floor again.

"You look awful," she said, causing new giggles. "Silly kit. Better get yourself cleaned up if we're still going shopping."

"Okay." Terry got up, then turned towards his sister holding his arms out. "Kiss me?"

"Urgh, no thanks." They both laughed. "Which reminds me, better brush your teeth as well."

* * * * * *

Terry was still all grins when he stepped back into their bedroom, butt naked and drying his hair with a towel. His face was one big smile, and his eyes lit up like searchlights when he met Tanya's gaze. She smiled back at him, relieved that he was feeling all right about everything. No, she corrected herself, not just all right. Judging by the spring in his step and the high-raised tail and the still plump little sheath between his legs he was very happy about it all. At least as happy as she was. This thought killed the last remnants of Tanya's worries; buried her pangs of guilt beneath a mountain of love. Both her love for her baby brother, and his for her.

Once he was done with the towel, she handed him his clothes, then took him into a tight hug, kissing his nose. They stood there in each other's arms for a couple of seconds, then Tanya slapped Terry's butt, causing him to yelp.

"Pity to cover this up," she said, laughing at his pouting lips, "but we need to get going while the stores are still open."

* * * * * *

Ten minutes later Terry was yelling and whooping with delight, straining against his seatbelt to try and see everything. The wind from the open slide-back roof was rustling his hair and face fur and his grin was so wide Tanya was beginning to fear that his cheeks would split. They were heading towards town in the vintage Porsche that had been the apple of their father's eye. Tanya rarely used it, but as they sped down the freeway she did not regret leaving the safer and more sensible cars behind. The look on her baby brother's face was worth anything. Every time they passed another car Terry would wave at it, grinning happily, and he kept pointing out details in the surrounding landscape that she had never even noticed before. The boy's joy turned out to be contagious, and by the time she pulled off the freeway and into the shopping centre's parking lot, Tanya's cheeks ached from all the laughing.

"Wow! I've never seen a place this big!"

"What? I thought you were a city boy?" She patted Terry's shoulder as they got out of the car. "Surely you must have seen malls before."

"Malls, yeah, but this place is huge!" He took Tanya's hand as they started walking towards the entrance. "The mall we used to hang out at could've fit inside our house."

"Well, this is a neat little place, I kind of try to avoid the big ones." She giggled at Terry's puzzled look, then held up her purse. "Got my credit card hot'n ready."

"Cool!"

Their first stop was for a late lunch, since they were both getting really hungry. After a short debate they settled for burgers, and had soon taken their seats at one of the little open-spaced restaurants that made up the food court. Tanya was just eyeing through the menu when she heard a high-pitched squeal.

"Tanya!" The one who had been screaming was the waitress, a plump wolf girl with grey fur and bright green hair. Tanya stood up, and they hugged briefly. "It's been way too long, girl, where have you been hiding?"

"Oh, school's been taking much of my time," Tanya replied. "And now I've got this li'l fellow, too. Susie, I want you to meet..."

"Oooh!" The wolf girl started bouncing up and down. "Is this really Terry? Oh my! Oh my, how he's grown!"

Terry stood up to say hello, but before he could speak he was smothered by a crushing hug. Tanya had to bite back a giggle as she heard a muffled grunt coming from somewhere in Susie's bosom. With another squeal of delight, the wolf girl set Terry down and kissed both his cheeks. This provoked a slight pang of jealousy in Tanya, but she forced it back. Susie hunched down next to the boy, hugging him again.

"Oh, I remember you as just a little kit, when did you grow up to be such a handsome young man?" She stood up and hugged Tanya. "Your sister's really missed you, you know."

"Yeah, I know," Terry said, his voice slightly subdued with emotion. "I really missed her, too, but everything's fine now. And it's nice meeting you, Susie."

"You too, luv. Stop by anytime, you hear? Anytime."

She took their orders, then kissed Terry again before dashing off. Tanya glanced at his blushing face, which turned into one big grin when he met her eyes.

"No need to be jealous," he whispered just loud enough for her to hear. "I like you better, I think."

"Do you really?" Tanya's dry voice and dark look made Terry giggle, which in turn set her off. "Susie's a great friend, even if she is a bit... well, bubbly. We went to high school together."

"She's nice," Terry said, rubbing his ribs. "She's some hugger."

"How's her kissing?"

"Now, Tanya, please..." Terry did manage not to burst out laughing, but his mischievous grin caused a low growl to escape Tanya's throat. "I'm a handsome young man. You can't just strangle everyone who wants to kiss me."

"Wanna bet?"

"Tanya..." He scooted over to hug her, and while he did he dropped one hand into her lap, stroking her thigh. His whisper was little more than a breath. "I'll never love anyone like I love you."

The rest of the meal was a blur for Tanya. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, and her breath came in short, ragged puffs. They talked a bit more with Susie when their food arrived, then chatted amongst themselves while they ate, but she could not remember one word that had been said. It wasn't until they were back out in the mall that her wits returned to her, when Terry asked for the way to the bathroom. She smiled, then took his hand and led him through what almost looked like a back alley between two stores. At the end of it they found two doors marked 'Restroom', both with coin slits at the handles. Terry stared at them, looking bewildered. He was squeezing his legs together, and there was a hint of panic in his voice as Tanya rummaged through her purse.

"Uhm, which one is 'gents'?"

"Neither. It's first come, first served."

She found a coin and slipped it into the slit in the nearest door, and let them both in. The bathroom was large, and even had a shower stall for whoever might need it. Terry gave her a puzzled look, then blushed as he realised that she wasn't leaving. Turning towards the toilet, he started lowering his pants when Tanya grabbed his shoulder and spun him around.

"I've wanted to do this ever since before we got our burgers," she whispered, then kissed him forcefully. "I love you so much."

Terry moaned, parting his lips to let her eager tongue in. She could feel his hands slip around her back and down underneath her waistband. While Terry fondled her buttocks, she rubbed his back up and down while she kissed him with as much passion as she possibly could. They pressed closely together, and before long Terry started returning the kiss, pushing against her tongue with his own until she let him enter her mouth, sucking him lightly. Minutes ticked away, yet they seemed unable to break apart, not even when they could hear someone first enter, then exit the other door. In the end it was Terry's bladder that forced the kiss to end.

"I really gotta pee," he said with a sheepish grin. "But now I can't."

He let his pants fall to the floor, and his briefs soon followed. Tanya smiled at the sight of his stiffened penis, feeling a surge of arousal run through her as he pulled the foreskin back and touched the tip with a finger. His eyes pleaded with her for help, which she was more than willing to provide.

"You know how it goes, baby," she whispered. "Just try and relax."

"I will." He giggled as she took hold of him. "But it won't be easy."

* * * * * *

Terry was still adjusting his pants when they exited the restroom, trying to make his condition a little less obvious. Tanya had let him come after he had finished peeing; it had only taken a couple of swift strokes to set him off, but his penis still refused to go soft. In the end he simply pressed it as flat against his stomach as it would go, then pulled his shorts up and his shirt down to cover up the bulge. He was just about done when they got back into the wide main space of the mall, and he let his hands hang by his sides. Worse than anybody noticing his erection, he thought, would be if they saw him grope himself in public.

To try and take his mind off it, he started looking around. The mall was really a nice place. The area inside the main entrance was shaped like a huge circle, lined with shops and restaurants and with side streets heading off in many directions. In the centre of the circle was a minute park, with grass and small trees and a fountain, and with benches where tired shoppers were resting their feet. Overhead was a glass dome that let the sunlight in just enough to be pleasant without being hot. Terry's eyes were scanning the nearest shop windows, looking for something a little more interesting than clothes, when he was suddenly yanked down a side street.

Tanya was obviously aiming for a youth fashion store, and Terry groaned inwardly. Shopping for clothes was not one of his favourite pastimes. It didn't take him long to change his mind, though. The store seemed to carry one of everything, and the sales clerk got really enthusiastic when Tanya asked him to fit her baby brother with a whole new wardrobe. During the next hour-and-a-half, he tried on more clothes than he had ever even owned, and by the time they had paid Tanya was carrying three filled bags. Terry had tried to plead with her not to spend so much on him, but she had flatly refused to listen, waving all his worries aside.

Terry was still fretting as they returned to the car to unload, though on the inside he was so happy he could scream. Some of the things he had got were rad beyond cool, far more stylish and colourful than anything his mother would have let him wear. Thinking about Anya brought back a pang of sadness, but it quickly vanished. As soon as Tanya had locked the car door she pulled him with her again.

"Next stop shoes, then underwear."

"Tanya!" he giggled. "Calm down!"

"What? They're only open two more hours! Still lots to do, lots to do." She pulled him close for a quick hug, then they took off at a trot again. "Come on! If you're nice, last stop will be the toy store."

"I've got lots of toys back home!"

"Kids' stuff, yeah. But you're a big boy now."

"Don't spoil me."

"Can't I? Please?"

"Oh, all right! But not too much."

"Deal!"

* * * * * *

The drive home was a lot slower, and with the slide-back roof closed. The tiny front-trunk and the minuscule back seat of the Porsche were filled with shopping bags, and Terry had even had to place a couple of bags between his knees. He was asleep now, looking so blissfully happy that Tanya simply couldn't get a wide grin off her lips. Terry had done his best to pull on the brakes of her shopping spree, even though everything she got him brought on that dazzling smile that she had fallen so much in love with.

The toy store had been a lot of fun, and Tanya had to laugh at the memory. Terry's eyes had been wide as saucers as they had gone from aisle to aisle. There were more toys in there than he had even known existed, and his poor brain had been quite overloaded. In the end he had settled for a Wolf Star Lego set, which now rested safely in the bag he was clutching to his chest while he slept. If it had been up to Tanya, they would still have been shopping, but not only had the boy's feet started getting sore, but he had flatly refused her attempts to get him set up with a TV for his room, his own computer or some or other video game, even though she had assured him that they could afford pretty much anything he could set his mind to.

So now they were on their way home, packed with clothes, with books, with a set of sketching books and coloured pencils that had really excited the boy, and then the precious Lego set. Also, Tanya thought while licking her lips, with a special little gift that he had no idea of, yet. She had placed Terry at an ice cream bar with a chocolate sundae to snack on, while she visited a tiny store down a back alley. That purchase rested inside her purse, for later use. Unless they were both too tired tonight.

She yawned as she made the last turn onto their street. Here at the edge of town, the houses were few and far apart, and it wasn't too often she met someone on the street. This time, though, a greyish-brown face popped up from behind a hedge and grinned, and a furry hand waved at her. She waved back, then laughed as the boy's eyes widened when he saw Terry. Tanya nodded at him, and she soon had a bike chasing her towards the end of the street.

To be continued