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Monday morning Zayra rolled over, Zays alarm on his phone vibrating on the wood nightstand. She grumbled to put her back to him, pulling on his blanket, "Zay your alarm..."

He groaned a bit, rolling, legs tangled to pull the blanket away from her as he fumbled for his phone, knocking it off onto the floor. With a more irritated and tired groan he dipped off the bed and the alarm fell silent. Sighing he rolled back, scooting across the body warmed sheets to cuddle against her form.

Zayras ears burned as her brothers right arm fell over her side, knees up against the back of hers. Feeling his warm breath against her hair as he sighed. Heart thudding against his ribs on her shoulder blades, while her own raced in her chest. Already she could feel his morning wood, pressing against her tail as it laid up the left side of his sleep shorts in a tent.

For a little while they laid there in silence, Zayra uncomfortably comfortable with the cock only a couple pieces of thin fabric between their hides. Biting her lip she couldn't help but squirm, still remembering the feel of his knot rubbing against her folds, craving for just the tip. Imagining his purple flesh burying into her in an eagerness equal to opening presents on christmas.

Zays hips shifted against hers, lips running across the back of her ear, "What's got you so turned on this morning?"

She grumbled, fidgeting her paws, "N-nothing..." Her ears darkened, feet crossing as his paw pulled her hips to his. Her body quivered as his breath washed over the base of her ear.

His soothing voice was a whispered purr, "Nothing? Yah sure its not something to do with this?" The bulging flesh pressed against her firmly.

A ragged breath shook from her, hands dropping between her legs as if to hold the quivering heat that drenched her underwear. "M-maybe..."

"Kids you better get up if you're going to shower before school," Mary called from the kitchen.

Zay grumbled, keeping his morning wood against her as he snuggled to her back. Arms wrapped around her with his head in her neck, "One of these days maybe we'll have enough peace and quiet in the morning..."

She bit her lip with a huff and a small pout. "Are you gonna shower first?"

"Probably, this morning wood isn't just gonna go away." With a surprise wet lick up her cheek he slid out of bed in search of school clothes.

Her paws pulled the blanket over her shoulder, knees up, tail tossed around over her head with a shiver as the heat of his body faded from her back. The phantom bulge still against her rump despite his padding paws out the door. While she lay there, hearing the shower kick on, her fingers pressed against her bud. I wonder if he's thinking about me... About last time we did anything...

At the thought of his flesh, her mouth watered, tongue tingling in fond memory. Her fingers began a slow grind, teeth on her lip. He could have taken me... I wouldn't have put up a fight, I was into every bit of it. If only we could have done more... She writhed on his bed, slipping past her shorts to press against her slit.

His hands... All over me... The phantom feel of his claws down her back made her lift her head, sliding along the sheet with a quiet whimper. A shudder fluffed her fur, remembering how his hands held her shoulders, slamming his hips into her.

The feel of him in my mouth... So thick and warm... Her tongue itched, falling past her teeth with a pant as she drooled, a hunger in her stomach, wanting something in her mouth. Lifting her free hand she slid two fingers in, mouth closing to suckle over them.

She was nearing her peak fast, heart thundering behind her ribs. Breath rushing to and from her lungs. Oh god Zay... I'm... I'm gonna...

Weight hit the bed, rocking her body and yanking her from her thoughts. "Damn sis, in my bed even," his hand groped her groin.

Her body flushed with a heat of embarrassment, "Z-Zay..." I didn't even remember the door was open! She covered her mouth with her hands.

Sitting sideways he ground his thumb on her slit through her underwear. "Shhhh sis... you're almost there... Be a good girl and come."

Her paws rose to cover her eyes, ears dark purple as her legs pressed together. Teeth grit she whimpered, I can't hold it... I'm... I'm gonna... Her mouth opened only to feel a shower damp hand suddenly close it for her.

She held his hand and wrist over her face, writhing her legs as a shot of heat raced up her body. Legs trembling with an exhausted whimper.

"Kids, you better come eat before it gets cold," Mary hollered gently.

She let out a content huff, eyes turning to Zay who was smiling.

He pulled his hand away and scooted closer, nose against hers as he planted a gentle kiss on her lips. "Mornin sis," he whispered, his hand cupping her cheek to hold them together. "Go take a shower real quick, you smell heavenly."

Her ears darkened, "O-okay..."

"Just hurry up, don't wanna be late for school," getting up he grabbed his phone, belt and wallet, starting out of his room. "Coming mom."

"What was all that noise," Henry asked.

"Zayra fell back to sleep so I woke her up," Zay replied, followed by the scrape of a chair on the floor. "Zayra it's cream of wheat, you better hurry with your shower!"

Slowly she found her feet, legs still trembling as she padded to her room for school clothes.

Zayra padded through the locker room, eager to get out of her smelly gym clothes. Hiding away in the back of the locker room she sat on a bench. Her eyes stung with tears she continued to hold back, unlocking the locker and rummaging for her clothes. Everything's fine... I'm just overthinking it... He's my brother, he wouldn't cheat on me. ... Even if we haven't had actual sex yet, he promised he wouldn't do anything like that until I begged for it... She wiggled her blue shirt over her head and on, then pushed down her gym shorts.

Still can't believe he's had sex with so many people... How many girls has he had sex with but didn't take a picture? Is he even still clean? What if he has an S.T.D? What if I have an S.T.D?!

Her phone vibrated on the metal bottom of the locker, gently picking it up.

"<You okay sis?>"

For a moment she just stared at her phone, ears splaying as she stood in her unbuttoned jeans she'd just barely wiggled up her hips. "<Yeah I'm fine. Just hungry.>"

"<....>"

With a pout she sighed, He didn't believe that at all. She set down her phone long enough to finish pulling up her pants and buttoning before sitting on the bench to reply. "<Okay okay, I'm just a little stressed out.>"

"<Well it is the week before finals. But you'll do fine sis, you've always had better test scores than me. Even when you slack off on studying. Lol.>"

A small smile pulled at her lips, <"Hey, did you get a big study guide in math today?>"

"<Yeah, it's like 100 pages! I'm surprised the staple went through it!>"

"<You might get another one in English, but it looks like it's simple questions.>" She got up while she waited for a reply, packing her gym clothes in her bag, double checking her button, belt and zipper before walking out.

"<Sooo... We gonna study in my room tonight during a movie?>"

"<We do everything in your room,>" she demanded a little playfully, standing by the big doors into the lobby area where other kids were already gathered from the previous lunch.

"<That's because I've got the bigger T.V. .... And bigger bed~>"

Flicking her ears back she snorted, "<We're suppose to be studying, so you don't get horrible grades this year. Remember?>"

"<I'm teasin. How about we start with Math tonight? I could use some extra help with finding my x and figuring out y.>"

Zayra could almost feel a pang of pain in her temple, left eye closing with a soft roll. "<Zay...>"

"<Oh come on that was at least kinda punny!>"

"<Just stop, I can't even with you right now.>"

"<Okay fiiiine... Race you to the lunch table!>"

Within two seconds Mr. Lazerus clapped his paws, "Alright, off to lunch with you lot."

Zayra jogged out the door and through the lobby, ears back as she spotted him, already parked at the table. Laying her bag down beside his she snorted, "You were let out early weren't you?"

"Yup," he stood and curled his tail with hers, "So how's your classes been?"

"Okay I suppose," she said, walking up with him to the lines of students awaiting their lunch. "Kinda just wanna be home already..." Her head drooped a bit, ears to the side.

His warm fingers crossed her palm and laced into hers, "You okay? Yah seem a little down..."

"I'm fine," her eyes turned away from him. "Just tired and ready to be home..."

Once they had their food and were back at their table, Zayra opened her premade salad container, stirring it around before picking up the ranch packet. Her claws picked at the cut edges in search of one that would tear, ears flicking back as she continued to fail. She hardly noticed an ashy grey wolf girl approach their table and drop her bag.

"Hey Zay, you don't mind if I sit with you for lunch right?" Her voice was a bit high pitch. Clothed in a super short, probably not dress code, jean skirt with a tight pink shirt that showed off her rather heavy set chest

"Oh hey Stacy," he replied. "Sure why not."

With a smile she stepped away to get her lunch.

Zayra bit at a corner of the stubborn ranch package, pulling but it simply slipped from her teeth into her paws. Looking down at it she could feel her eyes start to water. Stupid ranch... Who the hell made these so hard to open...

His scarred paw fell over her hands, "Need some help sis?" Gently he took it, rubbing her saliva off on his jeans before tearing open a corner with no problem and handing it back.

She took it with a grumble, pouring it over her salad to stir it in before Stacy returned. Looking over to watch as she smiled at her brother. Must be one of his friends... Never seen her before though... Ears flattened she poked at the greens, watching without trying to make it obvious.

Stacy opened her own dressing, a vinegret to dump over her salad. "So Zay how's your day been so far?"

"Been alright," he replied, picking at his much smaller salad. Taking a bite he struck the tip of this tongue out, smeared in ranch. His shoulders slumped and he grumbled, "Hate monday lunches..."

The wolfess let out a giggle, covering her teeth with a paw while she chewed. "Least it's only once a week."

Zayra slunked closer to her tray while she ate, listening to Zay and Stacy. A heavy weight in her chest as she took another bite of her salad. The ranch almost tasted spoiled, and the lettuce made her nose wrinkle. Talk about chatting up a storm... Can hardly hear myself think over here...

In Social Studies she sat with her textbook open, pencil swinging in her fingers as she read line after line. Hearing Zay texting under his desk as his claw silently tapped the screen. Can't see who he's texting... Maybe it's Stacy...

He slid his phone under his thigh as Mrs. Johnson waddled past. An ear twisting to follow her so he could keep track of her. Whipping his phone back out to continue texting with a squirm, hand pushing along his leg a bit.

Leaning forward she put her jaw on her hand, propped up on her elbow. No... no he wouldn't be cheating on me. He promised... However her ear still flicked back toward him, and stone settled in the pit of her stomach. He's my brother and I know him better than anyone! ... He said it himself...

Zay tucked his book away in his bag, zipping it shut, "Yah gonna get ready to leave sis?"

"Oh... yeah," she was quick to pack up her things. Should I ask him for his phone on the way home? Would he care? He said I could, just not at school... If I wait he might delete messages or something... Turning toward him she opened her mouth to speak but the bell shrilled and he got up.

Grabbing her bag she followed, feeling him take her hand as they walked out of class and down the hall. Her eyes noticing his phone in his left hand, texting.

"<So when are you coming over?>"

"<Not tonight, studying with Zayra. Maybe tomorrow? See when Vanessa is free for a couple hours,>" he replied then shoved his phone in his pocket. "So what do you want for dinner? I'm starving."

Her ears laid back, eyes on the floor, "I dunno, there's fried chicken in the freezer still. Could make a pizza too..."

"Do you wanna grab something on the way home?" His hand tightened on hers, "Hey... You okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine," her eyes turned away. "I just wanna go home." Hiding her gaze as it blurred with tears. Why would he be going to Stacy's? Who is Vanessa? Is he going to have a threesome with a bunch of girls? He fucked like four people after breaking up with Kathy, an orgy isn't unbelievable for him!

She could feel his eyes as they continued to walk, the ache in her chest growing and she swore she could feel her heart rattle while she withheld a sniffle.

In the car she looked out the window, head in her hand while the other was crammed between her thighs to keep her fingers warm. She'd already cried a bit silently, careful not to sniff too much and just wiping her runny nose on her sleeve. He's no better than Gerald... He can have anyone so why pick me? Does he find it inconvenient to get a new girlfriend this close to the end of the year? What's going to happen when schools out and he's hounded by chicks while we're out camping?

He's never been one to turn down a kiss from a girl, why would he change now just because of me... I'm just his sister... I'm a secret we can't share. I'm the lame twin, I always have been. The book worm, the nerd, the pudgy one... I can run, I'm weak and short... I'm-

A large, warm hand touched her cheek, pulling her nose around to face him, "What's with the tears?" His blue brow was knit, red eyes searching hers for answers to his question.

Wiping her face she pulled away, "I don't wanna talk about it, I just wanna go home." Eyes turning to look back out her window at the steps that lead up to the porch.

"We are home," he said gently, taking her hand from her lap. "Zayra, I can't help if you don't tell me what's wrong..."

She opened her door and grabbed her bag, "It's fine... I just want to go to bed."

"Thought we were studying together," he said as he climbed out. Trotting up the stairs behind her with keys in hand.

Her ears splayed, I did say that... Maybe I just need a hot shower... I can't let him know... He's my brother and he's happy... Thats all that matters. She stepped in and set her bag on the couch, "Y-yeah... I'm just gonna shower first."

His ears drooped as she passed him, a hand grabbing her arm and then pulling her back to his chest.

Her face warmed as his arms wrapped around her, careful of her chest as he squeezed. "I won't push... But you know you can talk to me sis... About anything.... When you're ready."

Her eyes stung with tears as her hands rose to hold his arms. But I don't want you to hate me for being afraid... How am I suppose to tell you I think you're cheating on me? How am I suppose to say that I don't know you anymore!

Tears spilled over as he held her still, lip twitching as she tried to hold in her sob. You're my brother and I love you, but I feel like I don't know you anymore. How am I suppose to feel safe when my own brother does things I never imagined of him? Sex with people he barely knows, just to control them! He even admitted to cheating on his ex girlfriends! Why would he do any different just because I'm his sister!

She coughed, tears spilling over, paws trembling as they tightened on his arms. I'm just his sister. His stupid fat sister. I'm Zays Sister, people don't even know my name! His look alike, his weaker half!

Zay turned her and held her to his chest, arms around her as he rocked her, "Shh... Easy sis... Breathe."

Her hands gripped his shirt, sucking in a breath through the tears. Her wet face pressed to the thudding of his chest. Body shaking in his grasp, weak in the knees, I'm so scared... I don't want to lose him. To another girl, to my fears... Why couldn't we have just stayed siblings? It was so much simpler and we could have lived a lifetime like nothing changed...

He kissed her hair, hand running down the back of her head and neck, "Its okay sis... I'm here. Let it out..."

Her body rattled with her sniffling, nose running but plugged. Claws digging through his fur to hold him close. "W-whos... Stacy..."

He didn't reply at first, pulling away with his hands on her face to make her look up at him. "You mean Stacy that sat with us at lunch? She's from my German class. What about her?"

"Why are you tex-xting her," She rose a hand to wipe tears from her eyes.

"Our German final has a verbal part that's a skit we have to perform in class. Our groups getting together to practice. I just ended up with a bunch of dumb girls..." His head tilted and ears dropped back. "Wait a minute..."

She sniffed, looking down at the floor.

"Have you been worked up all day because you were worried I was gonna bang Stacy?"

A rock of guilt settled in her chest, whimpering. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...

He held her cheeks lifting her nose, "Zayra, I'd never cheat on you. You're my sister and I'm suppose to protect you from shitty boyfriends... Which means I can't be one. And you mean too much to me to ruin your trust like that."

Sniffling she whined, eyes squeezed shut. But I'm your sister... You can't tell anyone about me. I'm the girl you have to hide and deny.

His lips fell on hers that trembled under his touch. "I love you Zayra, nothing is going to change that. As a brother and a boyfriend."

She could only whimper with fresh tears, feeling his rough, mint scented hands wiping away tears. "Why were you squirming all day then?"

He looked away with a blush, "Remember that I jerked off this morning?"

"Yeah...?"

He rose his hands, "I forgot about the ointment... My junks been on fire all day."

Mentally she smacked herself, I should have known that...

Smiling he stroked her cheeks again, "Silly sister."

Zayra laid her head on his chest, "I'm sorry... I'm an awful girlfriend..."

"No you're not sis," he stroked along her ears in a petting motion. "You had a shit relationship with Gerald. He broke your trust, and you are just sensitive to similar situations now. I get that... I was the same way after my break ups where I was cheated on."

She wiped her eyes on his shirt, "I dunno why anyone would cheat on you..."

"I might have a big dick, but horses have flares, pigs have corkscrews, cats have barbs, and the jocks come with bragging rights. Soccer team does not." He patted her head, "And some women get off to cheating on their boyfriends. Like Bridget."

Perking an ear she turned her head, looking up at him with a sniff, "Wait... People get off to that? Like... That's a kink?"

"Oh yeah," he nodded, "And there's a lot of humiliation too. She'd cheat on me, talk shit about me, and her toys would tease me for it. Remember in middle school that little group of guys who made a habit of harassing me outside of school? They were her toys."

"The guys dad said had too much time on their hands," she asked, wiping her eyes with a damp paw.

"That's the ones. I kicked their asses and dumped Bridget the night before the school dance." His hands fell down her sides to hold her hips gently, putting his brow to hers. "Was kinda glad her family moved away that summer. Last thing I wanted is to tolerate her during high school."

Zayra laid her ear against his chest to listen to his heart beat, still sniffling a bit. "Z-Zay?"

"Yeah sis," he said, holding her hips to his, a hand lifting to pet her neck.

"C-can I see your phone?"

"How about after your shower," he said gently. His ears then perked as she looked up at him with a whimper. "Oh don't give me that look. I'll let you take it with you but I want you off it until after your shower. You need to relax a bit first." His fingers dipped into his pocket and he pulled out his phone, offering it to her. "Do you remember the code?"

She looked at his phone, "N-no..."

"Four six seven ten. And the albums code is eight four three. Now run along and take your shower, and save me some hot water."

Zayra held his phone to her chest, sighing a bit before she stood on her toes and kissed his cheek, "Thanks Zay."

Wiggling his tail he grinned, ears back as they darkened with a blush, "Any time sis."

She stepped away and up the stairs, grabbing her sleep clothes before shutting the bathroom door. Sitting on the toilet she looked at his phone, debating if she wanted to just lock the door and look through it before her shower.

No, Zay is right. I should shower first. Stripping off her clothes she laid his phone with hers on the counter by the sink. Making sure the water was the right temperature before climbing in.

Lathering her fur with soap her mind wandered to his phone. Zay is so trusting... He didn't even ask for my phone in return. He even told me I could take it to the bathroom with me and I didn't even have to ask so I don't have to worry about him deleting anything!

A phone rang, and she peeked out past the curtain to see Zays phone going off. His ring tone was actually pretty loud for just getting off school.

He opened the door, reaching for his phone. "Why is she calling me..." Picking it up he swiped, and leaned against the counter. "Hey mama C, whats up?"

She reached over and turned off the water, even though she was still soapy.

"Hey honey, I'm just checking in on you, you haven't called in forever. Aren't you getting low on your rubbers by now?" The voice was very feminine and sweet.

"No, not yet at least," his eyes shifted toward Zayra who pulled the curtain a little in front of her. He stuck his tongue out at her with a small smile.

"Well you are late for your routine testing young man," the woman said sternly. "By three months."

His ears dropped, "Oh, right... Clingy girlfriend, family drama... Lots of family time. Sorry Mama C, I'll be sure to call you back and schedule one soon."

"Are you feelin okay hun? Usually you're-"

"I'm fine," he said, ears darkening as his eyes switched hesitantly between the shower and his feet. "I just..." his shoulders rose with a shrug, "I haven't told my girlfriend yet..."

"Oh... So you're serious with this one... Are you sure you can trust her Zay? How long have you been dating?"

Zayras head tilted, Mama C? Is that the Cassandra he was talking about last week?

"We've only been dating about a month but I've known her for years. I trust her with my life," Zay was looking at her, ears still folded back. His tail twitched on the floor nervously.

"How long though? A couple years?"

"No, a lot longer than that. I've known her longer than I've known you. I just haven't told her yet because I don't wanna scare her... She's kinda new to everything, so I've been taking my time."

"Have you had sex with her yet?"

"Not... really..? I mean we've grinded and done a little oral but that was it."

"Virgin," came a half sly question.

Zays teeth ground on his lip, tongue out over the busted spot, "Yeah, she's still a virgin... Found her hymen when I was lookin for her G-spot."

"Doesn't sound your type honey bun," she said gently. "Sounds pretty innocent, and I take that echoing is you in a bathroom, are you hiding from her?"

His arm crossed over his chest, "No mom I'm not hiding from her. We had an issue, she had a bad last relationship before, so I gave her my phone to look through to put her at ease. And being in her place once before I'm standing in the bathroom with her instead of running off... She knows about you I just haven't told her the details."

Why mom and mama... I thought she was just a really good friend. Zayra flattened her ears with a sigh, They've been talking a while though... Why is she asking so many questions. How am I not his type? I mean I know I'm not his regular type but... That's kind of a good thing isn't it?

"Still, you aren't one to go after the innocent type, what are you planning?"

"She means a lot to me.... I don't want to see her taken advantage of again. So I wanna teach her all the things you taught me. Play safe, rather than play sorry. And if things don't work between us then at least she's more knowledgeable than before. Preparing her for the future."

"Hmm... If you say so... Hows your grades?"

He winced a bit, "Tolerable? But in all fairness I was going to study tonight with Zayra."

"Zayra... That sounds familiar, isn't she your baby sister?"

"Twin sister... but baby works too she is the youngest. She was going to help me with my math tonight. Maybe english if we get to it."

"Well alright... You're not showering with your girlfriend though are you?"

His ear perked and twisted, "I mean... I could... If she'd let me... But anyway, she probably won't finish her shower until I get off. I'll try and come over maybe this weekend?"

"I'm booked, how about wednesday afternoon? Maybe after you get off school, if you've time for a quicky."

His ears darkened, turning almost as dark as his nose, "I'd have to okay something like that with her..."

Mama C mused on the other side of the phone, almost a hum, "I'm proud of you Zay... You be sure to treat her right. Just make sure you come see me for your test."

"Yes mama," he replied.

"Okay, I'll let you get back to your girlfriend, love you honey bun!"

"Love yah too mama," he pulled the phone away and hung up with a sigh. "Awkward time for a call..."

"S-so that was Cassandra," Zayra managed from behind the curtain, still peeking out just a bit.

"Yeah," His ears started to lighten back to their more lavender coloring. "She can be a bit overbearing with the motherly concern. My fault for not checking in with her more but she gets busy." He laid down his phone with a sigh. "I'll let yah finish your shower sis. I'm gonna raid the fridge."

She watched him gently close the door behind him, turning back on the water to re-soak her fur to rinse. So that was Cassandra... The friend he's worried I'm not ready to learn about. What did he mean by the things she taught him? What did she teach him? How is getting flirty and doing kinky stuff preparing me for the future?

Climbing out she picked up a towel and started to dry her fur before putting on her shorty shorts and tank top. Gathering her school clothes and wet towel she looked over to his phone, picking it up carefully. With a few taps the code was entered and his plain background popped up with his messy selection if apps.

She found herself sitting on the toilet seat, clothes at her feet as she scrolled through his many albums, but hadn't picked one to look through yet. He trusted me with his phone... He trusts me with knowing Cassandra... Who could she be that Zay has to be careful who he talks to about them? Maybe an aunt I don't know about? A distant cousin? I mean incest isn't below him, she could be family for all I know.

Her ears flattened, rubbing her teeth on her lip as her nose wiggled back and forth. Granted, incest isn't below me either... I enjoy it as much as he does, even if I'm not always so willing to participate at first... She let out a sigh and grabbed the wad of clothing. He trusts me... I have to trust him too.

Zay was sprawled out on the couch, laying on his front as he chewed on a pencil and flipped through his math book. Flicking his ear he heard Zayra come down the steps. "Hey sis, question..."

"Yeah," she replied from the kitchen, opening the fridge.

"I'm trying to remember the pattern to do these weird problems. There's multiplication, division, subtraction, addition, and these stupid parentheses..."

The fridge shut, "Its the order of operations, do everything in the parentheses first. Start with any exponents, then multiplication or division from left to right. Followed by addition and subtraction from left to right." She round the kitchen doorway with a glass of milk, "This is middle school stuff Zay, you should know it by now."

He grumbled and tapped his unchewed pencil on his book, "Yeah I know... I'm just not as interested in school as you are. It doesn't stick with me very well." He watched her sit on the floor beside him and set down her glass of milk on the window sill. Dropping the pencil from his mouth he picked up the cup and took a drink before setting it back.

She held up his phone, "Here..."

Gently he took it and tucked it behind his book out of the way, "Feel better?"

"Yeah I guess..."

"Don't I guess me," he put a hand on her head, "Your my sister and I'll do anything to make you happy."

Her head fell back and to the side to lay her cheek on the cushion beside him. "I trust you Zay... I just... I just get worried."

His lips kissed at her whiskers, "I know sis, you're always the worry wart and I've gotten use to that. Just because we're dating doesn't make it any different."

She sighed against him with a soft purr, "Maybe we should make chicken for dinner..."

"Sounds good to me, if you wanna get it started while I take a shower real quick. I swear I can smell myself after that call with Cassandra."

"You did seem pretty nervous," she stated.

Slowly he sat up, phone in hand, and laid his elbows on his knees, "I was... I didn't think she'd call me, and she's always so curious about what I'm up to..." Though I am kinda glad she did... I really should get tested, especially since I'm over Kathy. Make sure I'm really starting on a clean slate. I've been taking risks with Zayra and I shouldn't have. I haven't noticed any issues aside from my ointment burning, but better safe than sorry.

"Why do you call her mama C," she asked from the floor, big red eyes looking up at him while she lounged back against the couch.

"I kinda think of her as another mother, she's done a lot for me and treats me like one of her own... Being sterile does a lot to a person. Since she can't have her own kids, she takes in troubled kids to help straighten them back out and put em on a better path. She's picky when it comes to who she takes in, a good judge in character, but... If I hadn't met her I..."

She reached over and took his hand.

"I'd probably be in a really bad place..." He squeezed her hand. "You'd like her... She's a lot like mom, but... a bit more playful and attentive." He leaned over and kissed her head, "I'm off to shower. Do about eight pieces, mom and dad might want some when they get home."

She mused at him as he walked away to his room. Tightly gripping his phone as he leaned against the door. She didn't look at the albums... There's no way she remembered both codes on her own, she's too forgetful... He took a breath and let it out slowly, I'll give it a couple days, it'll bother her again and she'll wish she'd looked...