Whispering Twins (Part 12)

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#12 of Whispering Twins

Ever wonder whats in Zays closet?

Anyway, as always fill free to comment <3


Zayra was walking out of social studies just behind Zay, stepping faster to catch up beside him. "So... What bus is it again?"

"Forty eight," he replied. He dug in his pocket as he walked and handed her his keys, "Here, use my keys to get in the house, I think you left the spare in the house the last time you hurried in."

She took the set of keys in her paw, holding them carefully, "I'll put em on your nightstand where you can find them again."

"Thanks sis," he said softly.

She looked ahead at the detention room and was about to excuse herself when someone grabbed her arm, looking back she saw Zay who pulled her close into a rough hug, "Uff... Zay?"

"Sorry just... Needed a hug I guess."

Her arms rose and she put her arms around his ribs, paws slipping behind his back pack against his shirt. Her face rubbed into his chest, inhaling his heavy, almost musky, scent. Like the woods after a good rain, with the softest dull grape scent. A scent that she memorized when she was just a kit. Knowing two sharp yaps brought the scent of protection to her.

His mouth lowered and he kissed her head, "Go on, don't miss the bus."

She looked up at him, into his bright cherry red iris's, "Mom said Dad was going to be off work at five, so he was gonna come get you and take you home. He's got a doctor's appointment or something today."

He sighed, a lip lifting in a soft grimace, "Of course it has to be dad..."

"Love you Zay, see you when you get home," she started to pull away.

"Love you too ZeeZee," His tail shifting to catch hers just a little before she bound up the steps with the crowd.

On the bus she sat near the front, the first empty seat she had found and was holding her phone tightly, 'He hasn't texted me since lunch...That's not like him...' She looked down at her messages, her two texts to him asking how the last two classes had been.

She bit her lip to fight tears, wondering what girl he was talking to instead. 'No, he wouldn't... He loves me... He'll probably answer me after detention...'

Her phone beeped in her hand and she looked down, sighing as the bad thoughts rushed away.

"<Sorry babe, the classes were rough and the teachers were being super watchful. Talk to you after detention.>"

She purred lightly, looking out the window as the bus pulled away. At the bus stop she bound off and walked home, Zays keys in hand as she unlocked the door and shut it to lock it behind her. 'Huh... I've got an hour to do anything I want...'

She tossed her bag down, starting up the steps, wiggling off her jeans that she kicked free, parading into Zays room to put his keys on his nightstand. She turned, taking off her shirt and shaking her head a little to fluff her fur and let it fall naturally. Her tiny paws pittered across his carpet back into the hall, picking up her pants and finding her phone.

After her clothes were in the hamper, and phone plugged in she paraded around in her bra and underwear down into the living room and turned on the TV. Bouncing her hips excitedly she changed it to a music channel, and turned up the volume. Playfully dancing and tossing one arm over her head to throw the control to the couch.

Back up the steps she freely danced to the rappish song, making failed attempts to twerk but uncaring. She went to her room and abandoned her bra and underwear, wiggling her hips as she searched for clean underwear and a new bra before swiping up her shorty shorts and tank top. She almost made it to the door when she looked at her sleep clothes. The same orange shorts and black band tee she'd worn for some time.

The song ended and a new one began, more uppity with a female singer.

She mouthed the words as she danced back into her room, tossing the dirty sleep clothes in the hamper and digging through her dresser for a pair of grey shorty shorts and a black tank top. Dancing back into the hall she skipped to the bathroom, leaving the door open while she danced in the shower.

Once dry and dressed she started back down the hall and hesitated, looking back at Zays room. 'Come to think of it... I never really have just... Investigated his room. I'm not normally home alone.' She stepped into his room and opened desk drawers, but found nothing horribly fancy. 'Papers, more papers, those look like important papers...'

She moved to his dresser, rummaging around a little in the unfolded shirts, and poorly folded pants and shorts. Then she found his boxer drawer, poking through them softly, "Wonder if he's got any weird ones. Like white with hearts, or a superman pair... No? Just solid colors or plaid... Oh well."

Skipping over to his closet she opened it, looking around at his more formal wear. A tuxedo in a bag he'd been half forced to buy for all the extra special formal gatherings and a job interview. She looked in a couple boxes, finding old toys packed away in their packaging, normal nerd stuff. A skateboard packed up in the back.

'Wonder if he even knows how to skateboard anymore...' She then opened a box, expecting more toys when her ears tilted, 'Leather straps?' Digging deeper in the box she pulled out what looked like a muzzle. "What the hell?" She lifted it up and walked over to the mirror, shifting it around and slipping the heavy black leather over her snout. The front was open for her nose to breath, the bottom part loose so she could still open her mouth. 'Suppose Zay does have a bigger nose than I do...'

She attempted to imagine Zay with it on then shook his head, "He's so... Manly though." She put the muzzle on his bed and pulled out the straps from the box, 'Kinda looks like some weird harness... I didn't think he'd be into any kind of bondage or whatever....' She put all the straps back, then picked up the muzzle to put it back in the box. Her eyes caught another folded box, setting the muzzle on top of the box of straps she got down and opened the new box, finding a stash of five DVDs.

"Oh my god, porn stash," she whispered. Picking one up she flipped it over, "Lucky assholes got porn and I usually have to grab em from mom and dad's room while Zay's in the shower." She put it away and picked up another, "Ooh, mom and dad have this one. Got it stashed in my room." She put the DVDs up to the side and her ears shot up, blushing brightly as she pulled out what looked like a flashlight but was gummy and soft.

Lifting it into the light she nearly dropped it, 'It's a vagina!?' She turned the fleshlight around she gazed at the marbled blue and greens of the simplistic vagina. 'It's so big... Wonder if he's ever used it... Wonder what else he has!' She put the toy away in the box and rummaged around some more. "He's got bondage straps, maybe he's got a toy dick." She shuffled a couple boxes around and finally gave up her search, putting the boxes back as best she could and pausing.

Her eyes shifted over to the alarm, 'I've got a half hour...' Her eyes shifted back to the box with the muzzle. 'Lets see what this thing is all about... I got time.' She took it out and closed the closet, pittering into her room and tossing it on the bed. Digging under her bed she pulled out a CD case with a single porn CD. Putting it in she left the music playing downstairs.

In her mirror she shifted the muzzle around and softly belted it on after tightening it to fit her face. The mouth part was still a little big, but she shrugged and plopped on the floor. Tossing her jammies on her bed she leaned back and started to play with herself.

Her fingers rounding her folds noisily through the wetness, slipping over and around her bud. Her face felt hot, unable to pant properly, ears burning to try and cool her arousal hot body down. Thrusting two fingers in she moaned, feeling a little dizzy and all the more aroused. A paw rose to roughly pinch a purple nipple, groping the white furred breast firmly. She almost made it to the end of the video when the faintest sound of a car pulled into the drive.

Flailing with mixed feelings she got up and shut off her TV to kill the noise, legs still weak from her orgasim. She tossed on her clothes, unbuckling the muzzle and tossed it the box, half hazardly folding it before closing the closet. Back in her room she started to take the DVD out, 'Okay, just relax, calm down, Zay won't notice anything, dads gonna be leaving soon.'

Zays head popped around the corner, "Hey Zayra-"

She squealed and tossed the CD and case into the air, the CD rolling across her carpet toward Zay, "Zay don't scare me like that..." she picked up the case and shivered, hot and cold waves of fear crashing over her. 'The CD! Shit!'

Zay laughed a little, "Sorry sis, didn't mean to scare you. You would have heard me comin' if you didn't have the music so loud." He stepped into her room and stooped over to pick up the CD, turning it over in his hand with a pleasant smile.

'Oh no...' Her tail shifted and tucked, tip coming up to hide herself a little. Both paws on the case as she brought it up to peek over the top.

His smile faded, ears popping up as his eyes widened.

"Zay don't forget to do your homework," Henry said coming up the steps.

His hand shifted down, turning the CD and putting it behind his back as he smiled, whirling around to face the door, "Yup will do, and we'll handle dinner!" His smile was clearly forced, "Don't be late for your appointment dad."

Henry continued down the hall a couple pases and into the bathroom, "Yeah yeah, where's the pain reliever stuff."

Zay bit his lip a little, "Thought it was in the kitchen."

"Never mind, found it," Henry said. The water ran a moment and then Henry walked down the hall, "You kids be good, that hamburger should be in the sink, box is on the stove."

"'Kay," Zay replied.

The door shut, and silence passed between them, the car starting and pulling out of the drive.

Zay turned back to her, "You've been watching my CDs!?"

She dropped the case and hugged her tail, "N-no I- I just looked! I didn't take anything!"

He started toward her, "What else did you take?!"

"I didn't take anything," she squealed and stumbled back, tail shifting from her paws to further tuck, tripping her.

He picked up the case and popped the CD in, "Nosin around my room..." He turned, using the case to point at her, "If dad found out you had this he'd know it wasn't theirs!"

She sniffled, tearing up, "B-but I got it out of mom's room..." She pulled up her knees and gripped fist fulls of her tail, holding it up in front of her like a shield or blanket. "I didn't take anything from your room, promise."

He looked at the case, tail flicking as he glared, "But you looked..."

"J-just a l-little... But I didn't find anything! Honest! I was just pokin' around, I didn't open any boxes!"

He flattened his ears, turning toward her, "Zayra you're lying, if you didn't find anything why are you trying to reassure me you didn't."

"I uh, I just-"

"You're hiding behind your tail, you know you're in trouble, and your ears are dark, you're lying! What did you do?!"

"I didn't do anything! I was just looking," she pulled her tail over her head, shivering and sniffling, her cheeks wet with tears. 'Me and my nosey nose...'

He stormed over to his room, his closet door creaking open.

She got up, peeking from around the door frame, 'Please find nothing out of place... I was good and put everything back.'

He paused his rummaging, the faintest tink of metal on metal. He rounded the door, eyes hard, glaring at her, muzzle in hand, "Liar..."

She whimpered, "I just..."

"Just what Zayra," he demanded, throwing his bedroom door open. "Nose around my room like it's yours? You're lucky I thought that CD was mine or dad would have caught you. Then that'd be my fault too. Knowing dad he'd check both rooms just to find anything."

She whimpered, shivering as she held her tail, wringing it tightly, feet stumbling back, angled funny so she hit the wall midway between her door and the steps. "I -I just-"

"Quit stuttering and spit out already, why were you in my room? Pokin' your nose where it doesn't belong and readjusting my muzzle!"

Her body felt cold, tears streaming as she lost control of her tongue, unable to find words.

He slammed his paws on either side of her, "Say it!"

Her eyes closed and she cried out, "I just wanted to know how it felt!" She rose her paws, lowering her nose to rub her eyes. Her legs weak, "I just... Wanted to know how it felt."

Silence passed between them, the darkness of her paws making it seem the anger was well hidden. Her ears back against the wall, half folded up awkwardly. She sniffled and shuddered weakly, "I-I'm sorry..."

"Drop your hands," he said, voice sounding far less irritable.

Slowly her hands fell and she held them in front of her chest.

His hand fell, lifting her nose to look up at him with a finger. The anger in his eyes was more or less gone, settled to a more worried one. He dropped his hand, nose looking down a little before he rose his paws and slipped the muzzle over her nose. Gently he pulled her head forward and did the buckle, then his hands shifted around the straps, tightening this and that a little more and then one that brought up the bottom and closed her mouth firmly, "There..."

She wiggled her nose with a sniff, paws lowering as she blushed. 'He put it on me...'

His red eyes almost glowed, shifting closer and licking up over a strap and cheek, "You want forgiveness for snooping?"

She nodded slightly.

"Wear it until either mom and dad come home... All week after school. So on Friday when mom comes home, I'll forgive you for this little incident... Deal?"

Her ears dipped and reluctantly nodded, 'Won't be so bad will it? It's Tuesday so just today, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday... I can live a few days without talking... I suppose.'

"Good girl," he stated, "Now I'm off to shower. Run along and make dinner."

She nodded and turned, walking down the steps into the kitchen. After a while the slight chaife of the leather didn't bother her. Her jaw was relaxed, she just couldn't open it any further. Stirring the meat around and then pouring in the mix and noodles until it was done. She put a lid on it to let it simmer when she heard Zay walk down the steps, turning and staring at him. 'Wow... we can't even converse... Guess that's okay, he's probably mad at me still...' She turned off the stove and went into the living room as he started flipping channels.

Slowly she sat down near him, keeping her hands in her lap, tail wiggling a little.

He found a college soccer game and put the remote down, leaning back and putting an arm over her shoulders. Without a warning he pulled her head into his lap. His fingers touching lightly over her cheek, "Such a good girl..."

She rolled a little, looking up at the ceiling and his face, laying on her back. 'I wonder why he has these... Does he take it up the butt? He said it was 'his' muzzle, so he must wear it. For what though? Would it be weird if I wanted to know?' After a few minutes she got up and went after her phone, laying back down with her head in his lap.

"<Zay, why do you have a muzzle?>"

His phone vibrated in his short pocket and he wiggled it out, looking down at his phone, "Because I can..."

"<You know that's a lame reason... Why do you have it? Have you ever worn it?>"

"Yes I've worn it... a few times, but not very often..."

"<So... does that mean you're a sub?>"

He sighed, leaning back a little, "Technically I'm a switch, but I prefer being on top. The muzzle changes size so I can use it on others if I want..."

"<The other straps, they looked like a harness, what were they for?>"

He looked down at her, "Yah know... you're a bolder talker over text." He took a breath, "It is a harness, less adjustable but it fits..."

"<And you've worn it?>"

"Yeah, about as many times as the muzzle..."

"<For what?>"

He flattened his ears with a sigh and took her phone from her, setting it away, "Stop asking questions..."

She shook her head and whined softly, 'Not fair...'

After maybe a half hour he shifted to lay down beside her, pulling her to lay on top of his bare chest so they both had room to be comfortable.

Zay was staring at the TV. Fighting every moment of his half erect boner in his shorts. 'Damn it... She's just wearing a muzzle and I'm turned on. She looked so... hot. Teary eyed, paws up like she was begging. Didn't even wiggle as I put the muzzle on...' A soft ache formed in his crotch, knot stretching his sheath. His hips shifting to try and relax the pain.

'This is killing me... I put a muzzle on my sister, jerking off twice in the shower and it's like I haven't cum in a week! A dream come true, slipping the muzzle right over her nose. Now I just wanna get her a collar and clip that on, pull on a leash while she's on the floor... Oh how sweet she'd look.' His hips shifted upward a little.

'She'd be perfect, on her knees, paws up on her chest, big red eyes staring up at me in total submissiveness...' The aching continued until he grit his teeth, 'Ow ow ow!!' His knot swelled further, and finally popped free of his sheath. A flush of embarrassment washing over him.

She was fast asleep, oblivious to his raging boner that pressed up against her legs. The muzzle pressed to his shoulder as she half curled over his chest.

His left arm was over her side, stroking her lower back, his right laying beside him to stiffly help him shift. 'It isn't fair... I could have just about any girl in the world, but the only girl I crave is my sister, and she's dating an asshole!' His ears flattened, pouting and frowning at his situation, 'It's just not fair...'

He heard a car pull into the drive, paws lifting to the muzzle to quickly unclasp it from around her face, waking her as he slipped it over her nose and off.

She sat up, licking at her nose and whiskers, "Zay?"

"I think mom's home," he stated. Gently he pushed her off to lay on the couch, slipping from under her and walking up to his room to stash his muzzle in his closet. Plopping on his bed and put his paws on his raging boner, a wash of guilt falling over him. 'I want her so badly... I need her so much more than what I have now.' His ears dropped back as he whimpered, 'Now I know how all the guys feel in school. Their crushes dating me... Or some other creep in school when they know they can do better themselves... I hope Zayra comes to her senses soon and realizes Gerald isn't good for her.'

"Zay," Mary called up lightly, "Come eat dinner, your father should be home soon."

He took a deep breath, "Okay, hang on." He went to the bathroom and wet a rag with cold water, 'God this is gonna hurt....' He shifted his paw and moved his shorts down, freeing his throbbing eager flesh. 'Damn... I haven't had to do this in well over two years when mom and dad pulled in while I was still goin' at it.'

The purple flesh laid over the sink, the sopping wet cold rag dripping and streaming.

He grit his teeth, fur puffing as his paw dropped the rag to his hot flesh. A shiver racing up his spine like ice, a mix of burning icy pain from his sensitive flesh. After only a minute the blood from his raging boner subsided, escaping back into his body, his flesh softening and receding.

Once he was sure it was over he tossed the rag in the sink and pulled his shorts back over his sheath. Rubbing his face as he stepped out and down the hall, plopping at the dinner table beside Zayra. While eating he found himself looking over at her occasionally, 'I know I want her, and I know everyone says I should just wait and she'll get over Gerald but god watching her make this mistake is way harder than they make it sound...'

His head turned, stareing over at her as she non-gracefully shoved a massive bite in her mouth. 'God she's beautiful... Not the brightest but definitely beautiful.'

Zayra glanced over at him, tongue half out as she tried to lick around her lips. Her red eyes alight with joy and confusion, "You okay Zay?"

His body stiffened, "Y-yeah I'm fine." Turning his nose back down to his plate, eyes glancing elsewhere. 'I really should be more careful with the staring... But it's so hard not to!' He finished his plate and set it in the sink, then frowned. 'Oh... I was suppose to clean the car after school... Damn.'

Flicking his tail he went up to his room and tossed on some pants and a shirt.

"Going somewhere," Henry asked a little sternly from the kitchen, still sitting at the table with a second helping.

"No, I need to go clean my car," He opened the door to the stairs and continued down past the laundry room, past the back door into the garage.