Welcome Home
by Winter

Chapter 14:

The next morning, Terry woke up feeling happier than he could ever remember being. The memory of last night made him grin, and he had to fight back screams of joy. They had done it! Made love! Fucked...

The naughty word crept into his mind unbidden, and he closed his lips around a giggle. Well, it was true, he thought. They had fucked. He rolled the word around on his tongue, mouthing it but not saying it out loud. It didn't feel quite right, though. The more he thought about it, the more he found that he liked calling it 'making love' better. Yes, they had made love. The fucking had only been a part of it. He sighed, basking in the warming glow of happiness.

But as he turned towards Tanya, thinking to kiss her good morning, all thoughts of happiness left him right away. A sharp pain cut through him, and he gasped loudly. It seemed to come from his crotch, but it was more than just his genitals. Everything hurt down there, from his navel down to his thighs. He rolled over onto his back, but that only made it hurt worse. Feeling scared now, he called out his sister's name. She stirred slowly, then a smile spread across her muzzle. It was cut short, though, as she, too, gasped in pain.

"Oh, oww! Wh-what the...?"

"Tanya!" Terry cried out, his voice shrill. "Tanya, it hurts! What's happening!?"

"I don't... ouch!"

She tried to sit up, but a ripping noise made her yell out. If Terry had been scared before, her pain made him terrified. Was it his fault? Had he done something wrong, something to hurt them both? And if he had, would she forgive him? Or would she hate him now? Try as he might, he couldn't keep his tears back. He started crying openly, sobbing deeply as every breath, every movement caused new pain. But to his astonishment, and slight dismay, Tanya started laughing. Now he understood nothing. What was there to laugh about? She still winced in pain now and then, but she managed to sit up. Then she reached over and stroked his cheek.

"Don't worry, baby, nothing's wrong."

"But it hurts!" he sobbed. "D-down there!"

"We should have showered before sleep. Our fur's dried to the sheets."

"Fur?"

"Yeah. I... uhm... got kind of wet last night. And we... got stuck."

"But how are we gonna...?"

"Well, there is an easy-way-out solution, but it's kind of gross."

"What?" Terry squealed, imagining ripping his crotch fur off. "W-will it hurt?"

"No. Just... pee."

"What!"

"Pee. Take a leak. Wet the bed. Get your fur soaked again."

"But..." He felt his face burn. Was she really serious? "But I can't..."

"Just do it. We'll clean the sheets later."

Almost as soon as she had said it, a slightly bitter scent caught Terry's nostrils, and he shivered. She was really doing it. Swallowing hard, he closed his eyes and focused on his bladder. Nothing happened. A shudder ran down his spine, and then he thought he heard a harsh voice yelling at him. Mother! Mother, no! But he... he hadn't done it, not this time! It was her! It was Tanya who had... Not him. He was a good boy. He would always be a good boy. Squeezing his eyelids shut hard to stop the threatening tears, he steeled himself. But the blow never came. Instead, a warmth spread around his crotch, and he knew what had happened. He had done it. Wet the bed. Now there was no denying it, no way out of the disaster. With a whimper of fear, he opened his eyes, ready to take his punishment.

"I've got enough for both of us, baby." Terry gasped. Tanya was standing above him, totally naked and with her legs spread wide. A stream of urine poured from her onto him. "It'll just be a few seconds more, then you can get out."

Gaping, Terry fought back a sob of relief. It hadn't been real! He wasn't going to get punished! He was, however, getting soaked to the skin. Giggling loudly, he reached up with his hand and touched Tanya's stream. It was warm, and it splashed all over him. No matter. This would take a long, long shower to clean up. Might as well earn it. Tanya must have been thinking along those lines, because she suddenly shifted, aiming at his chest. Squealing, Terry hurried to shut his mouth and eyes as droplets landed in his face. The smell of it was worse than ever. Before he could protest, though, it was all over, and he found himself scooped up into his big sister's strong arms. She kissed him all over his face, but when he opened his eyes she was looking worried. So she had noticed his distress. Shivering again, he decided to let it be for now, and he started returning her kisses and caresses.

"Sorry I got us into this mess," she whispered as her lips went past his ear, making it twitch as she licked at it. "I should have known."

"Yeah," he giggled. "You do make a mess when you come."

"Don't laugh, you little bitch!"

Terry's giggle turned into full scale laughter as Tanya carried him into the bathroom, then to a scream as she stepped into the shower and turned the water on. It was ice cold. His teeth clattered as it warmed up, and by the time he had stopped shuddering he had even forgotten to pout.

As Terry had predicted, it took a long, long shower to get cleaned up. Especially after he was finally able to release the stranglehold his fears had had on his own bladder, and got them both soaked once more.

* * * * * *

As they were setting the table for breakfast, the buzzer for the gate went off, almost making Terry drop the cutlery. Tanya looked out the window and saw a greyish-brown face peer in through the bars. She pressed the release button, and Josh trotted up towards the house, his sensitive wolf nose twitching as he breathed in her cooking. Smiling, she told Terry to add a plate, then tossed more bacon into the frying pan. Josh, it turned out, had just finished breakfast at home, but he did not say no to another helping. Both boys attacked their food with vigour, discussing around mouthfuls what to do with their day.

"Too bad you don't got a bike, Ter. I could've showed you 'round school."

"That's right," Tanya said, rubbing her chin in thought. "We need to get you one. School is too far away for walking."

"Tanya..." Terry mumbled, blushing slightly. "You don't have to buy me so much stuff."

"Yes, I do. When it's stuff you need. I guess you could use my old bike in the meantime."

"He can't ride a girl's bike!" Josh protested, turning to the fox boy while shaking his head. "Better to walk."

"Really?" Tanya asked, smiling bemusedly. "But what if the girl's bike is a really cool one?"

"Girl's bikes aren't cool."

"Mine's pretty cool." She took in his doubtful look, and decided to change the subject for now. "So Jerry didn't come along today?"

"Nah, he got grounded."

"Wha' for?" Terry asked, his mouth full of egg and toast. "I thought he was a good kid."

"He is, but he kinda chewed up dad's slippers last night. His best pair."

"Happens to the best of us," Tanya said, laughing. "I ate a pair of Wellingtons when I was five. Dad thought the stomach pumping was punishment enough, though."

"I'd never chew something that was on people's feet!" Terry said once he had stopped giggling, his nose wrinkled. "Don't he got chew toys?"

"Loads. But he just likes shoes better."

As soon as they had finished breakfast and loaded the dishwasher, Tanya led the way towards the underground garage. The boys shared a couple of old memories at the sight of Terry's tiny little bike, then made wide eyes as Tanya reached up and picked her bike down from its wall-mounted storage. Josh gaped, and Terry mumbled something under his breath. It was a BMX-styled terrain bike, jet-black with gold flame patterns along the frame. The handle bars were strewn with little lamps and buttons, making it look like the control panel of some space ship, while the handles themselves were shaped like pale off-white bones. The front light sat mounted in the mouth of a gaping metal fox skull, while the red 'cat's eye' rear light was shaped into a stylised V.

Tanya changed the batteries for the lights, then switched on a compressor and pumped the thick tyres. She did take time to scare the boys by aiming the hissing nozzle at them and tousling their fur with jets of air. Terry's smile said all she needed to know; this was a pretty cool bike. She even found him the helmet she had used when she was his age, which was shaped like a vintage flyer's helmet, complete with goggles and all. Once outside, the boy sat up. It was perfect. Not even the saddle height needed adjusting. Beaming to rival the morning sun, Terry made a couple of circles on the lawn, then flung himself off the bike and into his sister's arms.

"It's great," he whispered in her ear. "Fantastic!"

"It is kind of cool," Josh muttered, attempting a casual attitude but failing miserably. "Can I have a go? Please?"

"Sure. In a moment."

Tanya walked them to the gate and opened it for them. Josh picked up his quite ordinary boy's bike, which stood leaning against the hedge outside, and shot Terry an envious glance. While she helped her brother fasten the helmet's straps, she asked him to be back home for lunch, then quickly patted his rump while Josh was busy examining the bike. Terry grinned back at her and made a thumb's up gesture, then lowered his goggles and took off down the street. Josh, taken aback, hopped onto his bike and waved at Tanya.

"Better pick up your own helmet before you take a longer ride!" she called after the wolf boy. "Okay?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Chuckling to herself, Tanya watched the two of them until they swung around the bend towards Josh's house, then she walked back inside. Suddenly, she had no idea what to do with her day. The dishwasher was humming quietly in the kitchen, the house was moderately clean, the flowerbeds had been taken care of during the weekend, the washing machine was dealing with the morning's wet mishap. There were no chores to be done. She felt too lazy to start doing anything creative, and it was way too early to prepare lunch.

It was the thought of the washing machine that made the decision for her. Thinking about what had happened after they woke up brought a grin to her muzzle, as she recalled squatting over her brother and wetting him from his chest to his knees. Then came the memories of last night, of how they had mated for the first time. Of how right everything felt, and of what a great lover her baby brother had turned out to be. A shudder went through her, and she reached down between her legs without even thinking about it. A minute later, she was lying on her freshly made bed, trousers and panties pulled down to her feet, one hand up underneath her shirt playing with her nipples while the other rubbed her sex with vigour. In what seemed like no time at all, the bedroom filled with her cries as she found much-needed release.

The aftermath of Tanya's climax brought on another memory. She thought back to how Terry had sucked himself off, with her help, and a grin spread across her muzzle. That had been really wild. A new curiosity rose up inside her, a thought that had never even occurred to her before. Surely not...? Well, she was pretty agile, and not quite over the hills in years yet. But did she want to taste herself? Girl sex had never really appealed to Tanya before, but if it were herself?

"Oh, what the hell!" she sighed, tossing the rest of her clothes off, knowing that nothing short of trying would satisfy her curiosity. "Here goes."

Remembering how the bed had been too soft for Terry to push against, she moved down to the floor and lay on her back. Then she raised her hips up into the air, just as he had, and set her feet down above her head. Not bad! The old swim training still did her good, even though she didn't keep to the strictest exercise programme anymore. Slowly, stretching her back muscles a little at a time, she began lowering her crotch towards her face. She never reached her goal, though. What put an end to the fun was something that made her burst into laughter.

"Maybe back when I was Terry's age," she laughed, cupping her ample breasts and giving them a hard squeeze. "Before you guys came along."

She tried again, but with the same result. Agility wasn't the issue, but her boobs just kept getting in the way. It was time to give up, but the thought had made her aroused again. To get back at her breasts, and to get at least a little bit of self-oral love, she pressed them up so that she could reach to suck and nip and lick at the nipples. She kept this up until an almost-too-hard bite made her yelp, then she returned to pleasuring herself the usual way. Better to leave the acrobatics for her brother.

* * * * * *

Terry was once again awash with recurring memories. He had no real recollections of Josh's house, yet everything seemed so familiar. It was as if the last six years had never been. They had barely passed the front door before a screaming Jerry came running and demanded a hug, and soon after that Terry was crushed by powerful arms as Josh's older brother appeared. Jeff was a lot bigger than Terry remembered him. Tall, muscular and quite intimidating, yet with a smile that was warm and friendly. Unlike his brothers whose grey-brown patterns were irregular, Jeff's fur was almost perfectly striped grey and brown, and Terry thought he looked almost like a tiger.

"I heard you were back, little guy. Welcome home."

"Thanks, Jeff," Terry groaned as his rib cage returned to its normal shape. "Nice to see you again."

"He's back for good!" Josh beamed. "Tanya's adopted him."

"That's great!"

"What's 'dopted mean?" Jerry piped up from where he was glued to Terry's side. "Is that why she's your mommy now?"

"That's right, little bro," Terry said, smiling at the happy pup grin and full-speed tailwags he received. "She's gonna look after me like a mommy."

"Well, well, look who's here!" The voice and the smell of engine oil jolted Terry's memory, and he knew it was the wolves' mother even before he had turned around to greet her. Apart from her fur being all light brown, she looked pretty much like Jeff, was built the same way and had the same friendly smile. "I'd hug you, sweetie, but I don't want to get you dirty. The ol' car's acting up again."

"Hullo, ma'am," Terry said politely. "How are you?"

"Fine, thanks, but please call me aunt Jean. All my kids' friends do." She turned to her eldest son. "Jeffie, call your Papa and tell him he has to pick me up. I can't fix it in time. Will you stay for lunch, Terry dear?"

"Uhm..."

"He'd love to!" Josh said at once, then turned to Terry. "Won't you?"

"Yeah, sure! Uhm... can I use your phone? I have to tell Tanya."

"Help yourself, dear. Please, invite her too."

"Thanks, ma'am! I... I mean aunt Jean." Josh grabbed Terry by the shoulders and led him over to a room that looked like a study, and sat him down in a comfortable office chair. Jerry squeezed in next to him. Terry picked the receiver up, then paused with his finger over the buttons, blushing deeply. "I don't know our number."

* * * * * *

The two boys raced down a dirt track at breakneck speed, with Josh a few metres ahead of his friend. Terry pedalled as fast as he could, but the wolf boy had the advantage of knowing every curve, every bump and every gnarled root sticking out of the ground. The race had more or less been lost before it started. No matter. Terry was happy just being there, with the wind tousling his fur and with so many scents filling his nostrils he couldn't make out what half of them were.

He didn't have much time for musings, as he had to focus just to stay on the unfamiliar bike and on the unfamiliar road. Still, he grinned as he thought that this was a different kind of fun than he had last night. The memory nearly made him miss a curve, and he forced his mind back to the present. Racing, I'm racing, he thought as he tried to match the wolf boy's speed. I'm gonna beat Josh back to his house!

They had had a great morning, riding their bikes around the neighbourhood. There was so much to see, so many people to say hello to as Josh introduced him. Terry didn't remember even half the names he had heard. Some of the sights he had seen had been familiar, like the park with its playground, too inviting to resist. It had been empty this early, and the two of them had perhaps been a little too childish and silly as they dashed from swings to slides to sandbox.

Most things had been new to him, though, like the iron bridge that crossed a small river. He had no memories at all of it, even though it looked hundreds of years old. Terry wondered if this were the same creek that he had seen in the forest on their estate, but Josh told him this one came running downhill from the north. Both ended up in the same lake, though.

Again he was snapped out of his thoughts as his front tyre bumped on a root, nearly making him lose his grip on the handles. For a fraction of a second he felt sure that he was going to crash, an icy chill settling in his stomach as he gasped for air. After wobbling left and right, then finding his balance again, the feeling vanished. Up ahead, Josh yelled something that was unmistakably a taunt of his slowness. Gritting his teeth and growling, Terry leaned forwards and almost stomped his feet on the pedals. He was not going to lose this race!

* * * * * *

Tanya smiled to herself as she walked up the driveway to Josh's house. A pair of brown-furred feet were sticking out from underneath a propped-up car, toes wriggling in time with clanking sounds and muttered curses. Some things change, she mused to herself, while others will always stay the same.

"Hello, aunt Jean," she called out, and the muttering stopped immediately. "Thanks for inviting me over."

"Not at all, Tanya dear," Josh's mother answered, not abandoning her workplace. "You know you're always welcome. Now, could you hand me a monkey wrench from the toolbox? The big one."

"Sure."

"Thanks. I'll be with you in a minute, just head on in. Watch out for Jerryhugs."

Chuckling softly, Tanya continued towards the house, but just as she was about to climb the steps to the door, a bike rounded the corner and sped past her. Josh's squealing laughter was almost immediately followed by Terry's crystal bell giggles as the second bike appeared. Tanya took a step down and snatched up her brother as he got near. She swung him in a high arc, grinning at his shrieks of laughter while the bike crashed behind them. Josh screeched to a halt and beamed back at them, pumping his fist into the air, clearly the winner of the race. After she had put him down, Terry looked up at her with a pout on his face.

"It's no fair. I don't know the track like he does."

"You'll know it soon enough, baby," she whispered, tousling his hair. Behind him, his bushy fox tail began to wag. "And then he won't stand a chance."

With a quick laugh, Terry took off after his friend, totally ignoring aunt Jean's call to get their hands washed before eating. Josh's mother walked up to Tanya, rubbing grime off her hands with a rag that was just as filthy.

"I can't really nag them for being dirty," she said with a lopsided grin. "How are you, Tanya, good to see you. Sorry if I don't shake."

"Please, don't," Tanya chuckled back. "I'm fine, thanks. Better than I have in a very long time."

"He's a wonderful boy. It's as if he hasn't been gone a day. Josh missed him so."

"I know. We all did. But he's back to stay now." She explained about the adoption papers, making Jean's face split into a wide grin. "He even calls me mommy sometimes."

"Honey, that's wonderful! You should throw a party. If you don't, then we will."

"Maybe a pool party at our house. It'll be a good chance for him to get to know some of the kids from around here." What she had just said took a second or two to sink in, but when it did Tanya could feel happy tears burn in her eyes, threatening to fall. She smiled. " Our house. Damn, but that feels good to say."

"I bet it does." Jean leaned in and gave Tanya a quick kiss on the cheek. "You go on into the dining room. I'll just grab a quick shower, get rid of most the dirt. Jeffie should be done with the cooking soon."

The women entered the house, and Tanya took her shoes off while Jean hurried upstairs. There was a flurry of movement and a shrill squeal, and Tanya just managed to catch little Jerry before getting crunch-hugged. The hallway was too narrow for a spin, but the ceiling was high enough so that she could toss the pup high into the air. Jerry screamed with fright and laughter when she pretended to miss him on his way down. At the last second, she caught him, but then he siezed the opportunity to hug her anyway, squeezing her as hard as a four-year-old possibly could. She let out a grunt that was louder than it needed be, but it had the desired effect. The pup giggled and let go, then took her hand and led her to the table like a true gentleman.

* * * * * *

It was almost dark before Terry and Tanya excused themselves and started walking back home. Jeff's cooking had been a delight, and they had gratefully accepted the invitation to stay over dinner, where Terry got to re-meet the wolf boys' father, Joshua Sr; a grey-furred wolf man who looked imposing but who was really both warm-hearted and soft-spoken, and who refused to let anyone call him anything but Papa.

Tanya yawned in the slightly chilly evening air. She was leading the bike, while Terry was bouncing around and around. The boy was bubbling over with excitement, trying to tell her all about his day in one go, but not really making much sense. No matter. She so enjoyed just hearing his voice, sounding happier than she had ever heard it before. Every now and then his stream of words was interrupted by giggles, and ever so often he would slow down to walk by her side, leaning against her. When he did, she would place her arm around his shoulders and give him a squeeze, which always earned her a soft purr and a sigh of pleasure. At one point, when their eyes met, she found herself all but blinded by his dazzling smile. She returned it and squeezed his hand. As he hugged her around the waist, one thought filled her mind. Everything's gonna be just fine, little bro. Just fine.

* * * * * *

When time came for his evening shower, Terry began to fidget. He knew it was stupid of him to be shy after all they had done together, but he couldn't help it. When he wanted to speak his mind it seemed so silly, and all he could do was stare at the floor as he let Tanya undress him. She noticed his discomfort, of course, and as she reached for his underpants she paused, and lifted his chin. His ears immediately lay flat against his skull, and he felt the skin burn under his face fur.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"Nothin'. It's just..."

"Come on, please, Terry. Talk to me. You know you can tell me anything."

"C-can we...?" He swallowed, took a deep breath and tried again. "Can we take a bath instead? Together?"

"Sure." His face must have lit up at once, because she giggled and kissed the top of his head. "Wanna sleep on your clouds again while I wash you?"

"I'd rather be awake for the washing." Terry winked, and she laughed, but then his tongue seemed to freeze again. "Uhm..."

"I really mean it, baby. You can say anything. Ask anything. I won't get mad at you."

"I know, but..." In spite of himself, Terry felt his head droop, and soon he was staring at his feet again. "It isn't easy."

"Try."

"Can we... can we use that dick-thing again?"

"The dildo?" He nodded. "Sure. No, wait, it's not waterproof."

"Oh..."

"But I've got one that is."

"You have one?" He looked up, his ears perked with curiosity. "Another one?"

"Sure. It's a bit bigger, so we'll have to be gentle. Unless..." While Terry wasn't looking, she had taken off most of her own clothes. He swallowed as she moved up to brush her bare breasts against him. When she spoke again it was in a seductive whisper that sent shivers down his spine. "Unless you wanna use it on me instead..."

* * * * * *

Tanya's own toy was one she had bought as soon as she turned sixteen. It had no vibrator, but was a solid rubber penis about seven inches long and nicely thick. It had been a source for fun and good company when she hadn't felt like dating. She rummaged through her bedside table's drawer until she found it, then brought the tube of lubricant she had got for Terry. The two of them walked up the stairs together, and now the spring was back in Terry's step.

He stood jumping up and down while she got the water started, and she couldn't help but poke at his bouncing sac. With a fit of giggles, the boy fell over, and she pounced him with a tickle attack. It ended when she pressed her lips against his stomach and blew a loud fart-noise, making him scream with laughter. Fighting against hiccoughs, he dashed over to the toilet bowl, just barely making it before his bladder gave way. Tanya peered over his shoulder, while she cupped his buttocks and gave them a squeeze. He pouted, but couldn't quite hide a grin.

The bath soon turned into a wonderful experience. Tanya showed her brother how to use the dildo on her, and he had soon helped her to a shivering orgasm. The dildo reached deeper into her than Terry's little cock or his short fingers could, touching her in places that made her see sparks. You'll get there one day, though, she thought to her brother as she lay in his arms, panting while she slowly returned to Earth. You'll get there.

When it was her turn to use the dildo on Terry, she had him sit up on the edge of the bathtub. He was hard as a rock, and yipping with excitement as she slid a well-lubed finger into him. She had meant to stretch him slowly, since this dildo was bigger than the one she had bought for him, but Terry soon got impatient. He let himself sink back into the water and found his way into her lap. With big puppy-dog eyes, he begged her to go ahead, and it took an effort of will to resist. She worked him for a while with two fingers, then as gently as she could she added a third. Terry gasped, but as she found his prostate and massaged it, he was soon purring happily.

"I'm rrready now, Tannnya," he hummed. "Rrreally."

"Okay, but tell me to stop if it hurts too bad." He nodded. "Really, I mean it."

"Prrromisssse."

She held up the dildo and wagged it teasingly in front of his muzzle. Grinning, he stuck his tongue out and licked it, then closed his lips around the head and sucked. As before, Tanya found the sight incredibly sexy. They both helped to lube it, then Terry stood up in front of her, spreading his cheeks. She put a drop of E-Z Glide on his hole, then rubbed it around with the head of the dildo. Slowly but surely, she applied more pressure, until the tip slid in. Terry groaned, scrunching his face up, but he didn't ask her to stop. Bit by bit, she pushed until the boy had all of five inches inside him. When he looked back at her and smiled, she began to pull back out.

* * * * * *

It was almost midnight, yet Tanya couldn't sleep. In her mind she was already planning the pool party, a kind of welcome home feast for Terry. There were plenty of people to invite; half the town had in some way known or been friends with her dad, and many had been supportive after the divorce. Then again after her father's death. They would all be delighted to see Terry back where he belonged. She smiled warmly as she glanced at the sleeping boy lying next to her. Every now and then he would stir in his sleep, or let hear a little snore. He had come twice during their bath, first after a couple of minutes of dildo play, then again when she washed his penis. After the bath, he had fallen asleep while she was drying him, and hadn't woken up as she carried him back downstairs and tucked him in.

"You've had a busy day, little guy," she whispered. "I'm so glad you and Josh are such good friends."

Terry purred and moved closer to her, then sank right back down into deep sleep. Turning onto her side facing him, Tanya took a minute to find a comfortable position, with her arm around her baby brother. Once she had settled down, she soon drowsed away.

To be continued