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Zay was stroking his cock, fist hitting his knot in the shower as he bit his arm to muffle a moan of pleasure. 'Fuck! Fuck! She was groping me! I can still feel her hands all over me. Shit... I was so close! If that damn pizza hadn't interrupted I'd probably would have nutted in my pants!' Moaning lightly his claws scraped at the tile wall, 'Then dad had to show up and he's a boner killer just thinking about him! I was so fucking close!' His knees shook, feeling his pleasure starting to peak, 'Just a little more playing and I might have gotten in Zayras pants... shorts... underwear... Fuck. There's no way Gerald has any idea what he's losing. Can't wait to grip those curvy hips and pound that pretty pussy... Fuck.' He bit his arm harder as he muffled a loud groan, ears dropping back as his cock erupted with a mighty splat on the wall, splattering over the knob and spout and spinning in the water around the drain.

He slumped and let go of his arm, shuddering in the cold water as he let out a happy sigh, 'So fucking good.' He quickly washed and shook his coat before getting out. Using a towel and rubbing himself down. He yanked up his clean blue and green plaid boxers before pulling on his steel grey sleep shorts. Clawing through his damp messy tuft he stepped out with his dirty clothes and towel in hand.

As he walked toward his room he glanced over and into Zayras room, purring as he noticed her sitting on her bed watching a movie. He tossed the clothes and towel in his hamper, wallet and keys on his nightstand with his belt on his desk. Phone in hand he stepped into her room and stepped up to her bed, "Whatcha watchin'?"

"I dunno, mom brought it home, she rented a few movies for us," she picked up a bowl of popcorn from her side and offered him some.

He crawled onto her bed and laid down, resting his head on his hand, elbow on her pillow. Then took a small handful and put it in his mouth. It didn't take long before his eyes trailed over to Zayra.

She was sitting up, legs crossed, ears up as she stared with half glazed eyes at the TV. Her red eyes focused, occasionally twitching as she followed the action.

His paw rose and fell to lightly stroke her back, over her shirt. 'So close... I almost had her. She was even enjoying herself. Was so hot, feeling her grind into me, touching me like a needy animal.' He sat up and rose his hand to pet along her shoulder and back, 'Her breasts are pretty soft too, squishy like pillows.'

His ears perked as he heard the shower kick on, eyes turning to glance at her open door. Swiveling his ears he knew Mary and Henry were both in the shower, 'Good, no interruptions.' He sat up and straddled her hips from behind, paws shifting to touch at her legs.

Her ears shot up and her paws gripped at his, "Zay, what are you doing?" She whispered urgently, turning a little.

Shifting close he nuzzled into her neck, purring as his paws groped her inner thighs, "I can't help it... Thinking about your moans... Your sweet kisses."

Her paws trembled, holding his tightly, "B-but we're... We shouldn't... We're..."

He kissed her neck gently, "Come on sis, you were beggin' for it earlier. Moaning into each kiss..." His paws slipped toward her crotch, "You can't tell me you don't want it."

She bit her lip, hips squirming a little, "B-but... It'd be wrong... W-wouldn't it be illegal?"

"Only if we get caught, come on Zayra," he breathed into her neck a paw lifted to touch up her stomach, brushing up her shirt. "Be a little risk taker... Mom and dad are showering, we have plenty of time. And when they leave, we'll have all night."

She whimpered a little, feeling his paw shift against her ribs and the other against her shorts, "But... I'm your sister..."

His tongue trailed over her shoulder and up her neck, "I don't mind... You're pretty damn hot."

Her ears dipped back slowly, and she turned in his lap, paws on his chest as she looked up at him, "I am?"

He put one arm around her, the other lifting to stroke at her jawline, lifting her nose higher, "Why wouldn't you be?" His nose neared hers, and purred happily, "I know a beautiful girl when I see one."

Her nose twitched and she breathed, opening her mouth as his whiskers tickled against hers, "Z-zay..."

The bathroom door opened, Mary calling lightly, "Kids We're gonna be leaving soon."

His ears dropped back, frowning as he glared at the door, grumbling under his breath. 'I'm this close to making out with her again and yah just gotta ruin it huh...'

Zayra shifted off his lap and put her paws between her thighs, noticeably blushing. Her tail flicking and twisting lightly with his.

He leaned back and huffed, flopping on her bed as he kicked her floor a little, "I just wanna kiss but jesus christ it's like trying to win the lottery!"

Mary put her head in, "What's that honey?"

He popped up and put his tail over his lap, "Nothing mom, have fun with dad." He grinned broadly and wiggled his tail on his lap innocently.

"Alright, you kids behaved while we're gone, don't stay up too late." She pulled her head back and glanced down the hall, leaning back in, "Zay, your game station is under your father's side of the bed, just put it away before eleven, we'll probably be home around midnight."

Zay smiled brightly, "Kay mom."

Zayra sighed lightly, "Okay mom."

"Love you bunches kids," she said and started down the stairs, "Henry are you ready to leave yet?"

"No not yet, I got a little issue with this tie..." He padded down the hall and into the living room. After a moment of quiet he sighed, "Thanks hun."

The front door opened and closed. Their father's car started and pulled out of the drive.

He dropped his tail and flopped back onto the bed, "I'm hungry..."

"Well I think theres some pizza downstairs still," Zayra pointed out gently.

He rolled his head to look at her, a paw on his shirted chest, then he sat up and started pulling the shirt over his head.

"Zay what are you doing," she squeaked.

"Dads not home, if I don't have to wear it I ain't wearin it," he tossed his shirt on the floor and laid back on the bed, "Much better." He closed his eyes with a sigh, 'Damn it... Lost interest when mom showed up. And she was so close to kissing me.' His eyes opened as the bed shifted and laid his arm out as Zayra laid beside him.

As the credits rolled he could feel himself wanting to drift, but a hunger clawing at his stomach. 'I really should eat something.'

"Zay," Zayra asked meekly from his chest.

"Yeah," he answered lightly, petting her side while his free paw laid on his stomach.

"Did you mean it?"

"Mean what," he turned his head toward hers, chin resting on her tuft.

"When you said... I was beautiful. Did you mean it or... Did you only say it to get me to kiss you?"

He bit his inner lip as he thought about it, 'That's a yes and no kinda question... I've thought of her as beautiful for a long time, only recently attractively beautiful, and... yeah I did kinda say it to get her to kiss me, which didn't work.' He rolled to his side a little, "You are beautiful Zayra, there is no denying that."

She shifted to lay her face level with his on the bed, "Are you saying that because I look like a female you?"

He rolled to his side fully and snickered, "I'm not that much of a narcissist am I?"

Her red eyes gleamed lightly, "Geralds never said I'm beautiful..."

"Really? You're kidding?"

Her head shook, "Hmm mm... Not even in text. He's called me cute though. But not very often..."

Zay lifted his paw and touched along her cheek, "You are beautiful Zayra. Even if you take bites way too big for your little mouth."

"My mouth isn't that small," she demanded.

He laughed, "Yeah right, have you seen the amounts of food you shove in your mouth?"

"Least I can't fit the big serving spoons in my mouth," she barked playfully.

"Hey, nobody else licks 'em clean, it'd be wasteful," he rolled and sat up, arms on the sheets between them, smiling and wiggling his tail. "Least I don't shoot milk out my nose when I laugh."

"That hurts too," Zayra giggled.

He shifted closer, a paw grabbing at her ribs making her squirm and cackle, "Or snort when I laugh."

"I don't sn- ahahaha Zay not faahaha-air," she cackled and squealed. Her laughter echoing through the house, ringing in his ears as he smiled. Her mouth was open, smiling happily with her eyes closed. Her paws continued to try and push at him, arms trying to dislodge his hands from her ribs.

His paws switched between her ribs and her collar bones, then lower to her sides. Staring at her laughing face as she started to tear up.

"Uncle! Uncle! Zay I'm gonna pee," she squealed in half delight. Letting out soft piggy snorts as she tried to shift her head down and shoulders up to block off the tickle spots on her neck.

He placed his hands on the bed, smiling down at her, a straddling her hips to keep her pinned for the tickles. Breathing with her as she panted in excitement, 'I love you Zayra... Say it stupid say it! I love you Zayra!'

She put her paws on his chest, "Zay? I gotta go to the bathroom."

Slowly he rolled back onto the bed and watched her get up, "Are we gonna play some games? Or watch more movies?"

He shook his head a little, "Uh... How about we go out to eat?"

She stopped at her door, "Zay you're still grounded."

"We'll be back before eleven... it's only six." He sat up on his arms, "We could head to Mickey's Grill in town."

"Could I guess if you want to," She replied and started down the hall.

Zayra leaned against the door, sighing heavily, 'Damn it Zay... Thank god mom interrupted. Zay was really pushing, but fuck it was all so hot. As much as I want it, I'm just... It feels so dirty! He's my brother for petes sake!'

She pushed up the toilet lid and untied her shorts, plopping down and putting her elbows on her knees. Her face landed in her paws, rubbing her face tiredly, 'I miss Gerald... But I don't at the same time. No one to hold my hand at school. I can't even keep a boyfriend longer than a few weeks. Am I that unlikeable?'

A knock fell on the door, "Zayra? Did you fall in?"

A smirk crossed her lips, "No, I'm peein'."

"Sure, we goin' out or not, I'm starving," he complained.

"Okay, Mickey's sounds good," she replied. "I'll get ready as soon as I'm done."

"Sweet, I'm gettin' dressed," he answered and walked down the hall back toward their rooms.

She huffed and grabbed some toilet paper, leaning forward to wipe gently. Standing she pulled up her shorts, tying them lightly before flushing and washing her paws.

Back in her room she pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt over her sleep tank top. She returned to the bathroom to see Zay working on his mohawk, combing it up straight. Her paw pulled on the drawer, digging around for her brush and using it on her tuft.

He rinsed off his comb and gently tossed his hair gel container in the trash, "We gotta stop for more before I forget." His paw rose and ruffled her tuft just as she went to put the brush away, "Ready yet princess?"

She frowned and glared at the mirror, "Was..."

"Yah look fine sis, lets go," he walked out into the hall.

Quickly pulling the brush through her hair again she put it away and followed him down the steps. Her paw grabbed his shirt, following him out the front door and down to the car. "Are you sure mom and dad won't know we're gone?"

"Mom will probably call our cells to check on us, if they bother to." He padded around the car as she got in. He sat and buckled before pulling out of the drive.

They were quiet, save for the softly playing music. The hum of the car and occasional rush of wind from passing another vehicle.

She kept her paws in her lap, chewing on her inner lip as she pondered. 'He seems so... Okay with the fact we were making out... I'm his sister, and it's illegal but... God I want it.' She fidgeted, picking at her claws.

Zay reached over and touched her leg, "You alright?"

Her skin crawled, and she felt a soft wetness form between her legs, "Y-yeah... Just thinking."

"About?"

She looked down at her lap, "Just... What you said, about how I can't trust Gerald... He's um... Not the first to..." She looked out the window, feeling her lip tremble as a tear streaked over her cheek, "He's not the first to cheat on me... I wasn't as serious with the other guy but... I left him after I found out because I didn't care for him anyway."

"And you never told me," Zay asked gently.

"I didn't want to, it didn't mean anything to me but... If I can't trust people, I'm going to be alone."

His paw tightened on her leg gently, "Sis, you know you can trust me. You know me..."

"But I don't," she said softly. "You have a muzzle and a harness, but won't tell me what they're used for. And the-"

"Bondage..." He said, taking his paw away.

"B-bondage? What is that? Like being tied up?"

"To put it basically, yeah. I have wrist and ankle cuffs but I let my friend use them since she pretty much helped me get the stuff..."

"So... you're into that? Being tied down?"

He shrugged, ears back a little, "Not often, I've had three friends I'll try stuff with before this one, and she and her husband are... Gentle and understanding. They know my limits and know not to pass them."

"And the weird vagina toy?"

"It's a fleshlight dork..."

She turned her head toward him and tilted her head, "Weird... So like... you can fuck it?"

He frowned and growled a little, "Yer lucky I'm driving..."

"Context permitted," she giggled.

"Yeah basically..." He leaned back in the seat a little with a sigh.

"So... What else are you into?"

He turned toward her, "Gotta share Zayra. What are you into."

"I dunno...," she turned and looked out the window at the houses as they passed by. "I dunno a lot of kinks so I dunno what I'm into."

"Well, what kind of porn do you like?"

"Well... I guess having my hands cuffed... But I'm not much on a ball gag. And er...I like... em... C-cr..." She rose her paw and rubbed her ear a little, looking out the window.

"Spit out Zayra, I won't judge."

"Creampies," she whimpered quietly.

"Thats hot," he replied.

She fidgeted, "Really?"

"Duh," he exclaimed playfully, "If I could avoid the consequences and risks, I'd creampie everyone I had sex with. Granted swallowing is about just as hot but nothing beats watching cum drip out of an abused cunt." His tail wiggled under his legs, hands opening on the wheel as he smiled.

There was an awkwardness in her chest, but she smiled. 'We're talking about porn... I'm discussing porn! With my brother!' She wiggled her tail, "W-what about doing it in weird places?"

"Define weird," he said. "We talkin a different place in the house, or like... A public bathroom?"

"Either, both, all of the above," she squeaked.

"I don't mind a little public sex, the risk is an adrenaline rush but I'm pretty good at not getting caught. Shower sex is something I wanna try, but it's hard to get that."

She found herself scooting across the seat to sit closer, "So what else are you into? What else is there to be into?"

He rose a brow, paws on the wheel, "Well there's lots to be into some of it is really weird like shit... or piss." He glanced at her.

She lowered her ears, staring up at him, "So it's... weird? To like being peed on?"

He blinked a couple times, "You're into it aren't you..."

She looked out the window and whimpered, "Well... I erm..."

He reached over and ruffled her tuft, "It's fine sis, I'm alright with it... Granted I'm not into being pissed on... Rather er... Do the pissing..."

A far greater awkwardness went through the car, and they both laughed gently as he pulled into a small parking lot and stopped in an empty parking spot. "I'm starving," Zayra said as she hopped out.

Zay turned off the car and followed, pressing his thumb on the remote lock and started around the car.

Zayra came up beside him and took his hand, hugging his arm a little as her tail wiggled. Her chest was stuffed with cotton, a fluttering feeling in her gut as she felt her body mix in hot and cold spells.

He opened the door and let her walk in first, following her in, "So, anything you're hungry for?"

She wiggled her tail, gripping his hand, "I dunno, maybe some steak, with a salad? Or a burger... mmfmff!"

He chuckled at her as they approached the waitress who seated them and handed them both menus.

She looked around, smiling brightly. The interior was a dark red, with dark oak tables and booths with red leather. There were four TVs from where she sat, most playing a news station, one was playing some kind of media show. She could also see the bar where people were sitting, laughing and drinking while watching another TV that was playing what looked like a sport.

She looked down at her menu, peering over each possibility and debating them. She kept her nose down as someone approached the table, glancing ever so slightly over the top of her menu.

The waitress was a pretty looking white goat girl, she had floppy ears but her left ear was brown. "Hello and welcome to Mickey's, I'm Juniper and I'll be your waitress. Can I start you off with some drinks?"

Zay put his menu down, "Mountain dew." He turned toward her, "Same?"

She bobbed her head, "Yes please."

"Alrighty, I'll have those out in just a minute," and she padded off.

Zayra peeked over the menu and watched Zays red eyes follow their waitress, likely focusing on her rump that was in tight black dress pants, with a tiny goat tail. She crossed her legs and huffed.

"What," he demanded gently.

"Nothing..." She looked back down at her menu, flipping the single page. "So... What are you getting?"

He shrugged, glancing through it all, "Thinking steak, sounds really good and I know their shrimp and cheese steak is delicious."

"The T-bone steak looks good too, side of fish with broccoli sounds yummy," she looked up at him again.

He put his menu down and put his arms on the table, "Sounds like we're decided then... For a pair of meat eaters."

She felt his foot brush against her left foot, blushing lightly, "So what are we gonna do when we get home?"

"Probably game until eleven. Or we can watch movies in your room." His foot brushed up against the side of her leg, "Plenty of things we could do." He smirked, eyes on her with that hungry half predatory look again.

She blushed and picked up her menu to pretend she was looking at it. Wide eyed as she felt arousal between her legs. Biting her lip a little as she hesitantly uncrossed her legs. Shyly her right foot brushed up against his, 'Playin footsie under the table...' Her foot shifted away and rose, toes brushing against his inner thigh and finding his warm lump in his jeans.

His ears perked and he let out a soft purring noise, whispering quietly with a smirk, "Such a naughty girl..."

Her foot shifted down and then lifted both feet into his lap, pushing up against his bulge as he shifted to sit close to the table. Legs mostly open as he tapped his claws lightly on the table, jaw in one hand. He dropped his hand for a moment pulling out his phone and his claws tapped away, glancing up at her.

She perked as her phone buzzed and she pulled it out, looking at the text carefully as she paused her feet rubbing on his bulge.

"<Just so you know, yer doing this willingly.>"

"<I know... Does this bother you then? Should I stop?>" She lowered her head as she waited, watching him curiously while she blushed.

His head shook, smiling lightly.

Her paws continued rubbing along the bulge, toes fanning out to lightly grab at his jeans, an aroused scent wafting up from under the table and vanishing in the heavily scented are. There was lots of food scents, mixed with other hormones, alcohol, and general stink. She bit her lip gently as she caressed both sides with her feet.

His eyes rose a little and he tapped his phone, "<Don't stop when she gets here.>"

She rose her ears and blushed darkly as the goat placed two tall glasses of green bubbly pop before them and tossed down two straws.

"Are you ready to order," Juniper smiled happily, glancing between the two of them.

Zay leaned back a little, "I think so. I'll have the steak and shrimp with the mashed potatoes and vegetables." He turned toward Zayra who blushed even darker. "She wants the T-bone steak with fish and broccoli."

Juniper smiled as she scribbled down their order, "Alright, I'll get this to the kitchen. I can take those out of your way." She gently took both menus and walked away.

Zay took a deep breath as he turned back to Zayra, a smirk on his lips, "Good girl."

Zayra whimpered a little, paws on her cheeks, arousal hot between her legs. A heavy flutter in her chest as she shuddered, 'He called me a good girl! I'm a good girl!' She put her paws between her legs as she cooed to herself, tail wiggling with wags. Her paws pressing more firmly on his bulge.

"<You sure got all squirmy when I called you a good girl. Yah like that?>"

She nodded excitedly, squeaking a little as his own foot pressed against her crotch and rubbed firmly.

"<Holy crap, its hot between your legs.>"

Her hips wiggled and squirmed, legs closing on his foot, 'Why does this feel so good? He's just rubbing me with his foot!'

"<Yah know I uh... Do have a bit of a foot fetish...>" His ears dipped back with a noticeable blush.

"<I don't mind this. Least my feet aren't cold. I hate having cold toes.>"

Zay tore open his straw and put it in his drink, taking a heavy gulp. "<So... On the couch. Were you into that? Me rubbing on you?>"

She blushed and nodded, "<I know I didn't want it at first, but it felt good. Better than I've ever done.>"

"<I do have a little experience on how girls like it rubbed. Maybe when we get home I can show you a thing or two. Like your G-spot.>"

She shivered and whimpered quietly again, "<I've tried to find it, but can't.>"

"<Might be going in too far, typical mistake. Bet cha a french kiss I can find it.>"

Her ears perked and she squirmed her hips, 'How would it feel? To have a guy fingering me? Touching me like they do in porn videos. But... Isn't that supposed to be something for my boyfriend? I'm suppose to trust people I have sex with, or do anything with.' She looked down at her phone, feet pausing on his bulge. She looked up at him and dropped her feet. "<I dunno... Isn't that a boyfriend thing to do? You're my brother.>"

He looked at his phone, lip shifting like he was chewing on it, "<What if... I wanted to be your boyfriend?>"

She put her phone down, leaning toward him, "Zay, you're my brother."

He did the same, whispering quietly, "Yeah and? You want a new jerk every month? You've no idea what they're doing. Least with me you know what I'm doing after school. I'd be better than any guy you had before."

She whimpered, "But... What if we get caught?"

"We won't, we can go out and do just about anything. We're twins, we could kiss and no one would bat much of an eye."

Questions were racing through her head, picking up her phone again. "<Are you asking to be my boyfriend just so I'll have sex with you?>"

His claws tapped his screen, ears twisting around before he looked over at her. "<No, and I'll prove it. We won't do anything unclothed until you're ready.>"

She couldn't seem to find the will to text back, a guilt and filthiness in her body. Her tail shifted under the table to half wrap around his, "<Fine then. But what are we going to do at school when people flirt with you or me?>"

"<We'll just say we're not interested. Single life kind of thing, but we'll both know we're dating.>"

"<And you'll stop having sex with girls? Or guys?>"

"<Unless I have to, yes. But I'll make sure you know about it if I have to.>"

"<Zay you know that's just like Gerald.>"

"<No, it's different. Gerald enjoys it and probably doesn't think of you during it... I have to try to NOT think of you because I leave a big as mess.>"

"<You do?>"

He nodded, "<If and when we get to do anything, you'll see it.>"

"<So... If we're gonna date... Prove to me it's not for just sex...>"

"<And how am I supposed to do that?>"

She looked across the table gently, texting quickly, "<No jerking off or sex for two weeks. I know you jerk off in the shower.>"

"<Thats cruel and unusual punishment!>"

Her ears flattened and her eyes widened, gleaming. Her bottom lip quivering as he looked over at her, 'You can't resist this face...'

His ears dropped and he huffed, "Fine... Two weeks... I better get somethin' at the end then..."

She nodded, "We'll figure it out then." Looking over as Juniper placed their large platters of dinner before them.

"Sorry it took so long, had an order mix up in the kitchen," She stated gently, "Anything else I can get for you?"

Zay shook his head, "No, think we're good now."

Juniper smiled and dismissed herself to another table.

The twins took a breath and Zayra started to unwrap her silverware from her napkin, "So are you going to soccer practice tomorrow?"

"Yeah, six in the morning... Got a game Monday, but I dunno if they'll let me play since I had detention all week," He shoved a bite of steak in his mouth, chewing it lightly.

"They'll probably let you play, I mean you are the best on the team and team captain," She poked her fork into her broccoli, lifting the butter dripping sprout to her lips.

"Maybe... It'd be nice, especially since we're going against Model... Can't risk losing to those preps."

She giggled, "You've never lost to them."

He pointed his fork at her, "Not true. Third game of eighth grade they had a new kid on the team that was a soccer ball wizard. I swear he never even touched the ball."

"Oh I remember that game, you were pulling on your ears about every goel because of how badly they beat you. I didn't know that was Model."

He nodded, "He never showed up to another game again, but damn he was good."

The continued eating for a good half hour before Zay paid and they got in the car.

Happily full Zayra dozed and purred against her seatbelt, eyes closed as she sighed, "Didn't you need hair gel?"

"Oh, yeah," he shifted the wheel in his paws. Parking and opening his door, "You comin'?"

She unbuckled and stepped out, yawning as she shut her door. Hooking an arm in his she followed him into the large store.