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"So are you going to be okay?" Celina kept her voice down as she cast a look at her twin brother. The tigress' tail swaying behind her with each step.

Max cast her a sidelong look, "Hmm? What?" He blinked, then cast a glance back towards the kitchen door where they could still hear their mother puttering around. Cleaning up the rushed, half-eaten breakfast that they'd left behind. "Oh. Yeah, I'm fine. She wasn't smelling enough for it to really get me." Her ears twitched a bit as she flipped the car keys over her finger. Max caught her look, "I'm fine, really. Anyway," he slapped the button as he walked past, garage door rattling up, "I thought those shots kept the heat at bay."

She heaved the mightiest of sighs as she climbed into the driver's seat of their dad's oversized SUV. "Mostly yeah." The tigress leaned back as the seat began to adjust under her, "Still get one every year or so, but not nearly as bad or as long. I mean, the only way to fully stop it would be to take out all the parts down there." Celina let out a quiet snort, checked the mirrors, and started out. "So, what's your plan for your heat-day funds?"

Ears twitched as Max hummed, "Thinking we'll get more than just this?" Out came the cash he'd rolled up, counting it off.

Celina glanced at her brother and they chimed together, "Yeah."

She chuffed out a laugh, "So what are you gonna do with your windfall?" Tongue clicked against her teeth, "I mean, forty a day for us to just go fart around wherever?" The tigress shot a look at her brother, seeing his jade eyes flicking over the money as he thought, "Bet you and Kookie are gonna nerd it up somehow."

"Hey now, he was your friend first. You're the one that started him down the path to darkness. I merely joined him there." The tip of his tail twitched as he clicked his tongue, "Well, still got some money from Dad's weekly, 'Sorry I'm not there, Champ' and Kook has been ranting and raving over this one game. Keeps wanting me to grab it so we can do some multiplayer."

A much-wearied sigh heaved from the tigress at her twin, "Soo in other words, we head to the bank first before you trust Kook to pick a decent game this time?" Ears twitched as she turned and began to meander her way through the streets.

Max shrugged and pulled his backpack up, fishing out his Switch, "You know how Kookie is with games. Broken clocks are right twice a day."

"Yeah, except Kookie is all digital." Celina looked over, "You'd better not be using hotspot to download that."Max was already poking through the store, "I have shit to do later and I need that."

Barest growl, "Calm the calamity that is your mammaries, I've got ways around it. There, it's downloading." He heaved a sigh and looked as they rolled up to the bank. Passing his card and cash to his sister. She already knew his pin, so it was a matter of seconds before they were pulling off. "Breakfast too?"

She shot him another sideways glance, "You just ate. I don't know how you get to stay beanpole as much food as you stuff away you." A low grumble lifted, "I swear you guys get lucky with that." Reaching over, she gave her brother's belly a playful poke, "Look at you, all skin and bones. If Granny saw you, she'd throw you another helping of food. So what does Kookie want now that he's off suspension?"

Max rolled his eyes and did his best imitation of their grandmother, "I could snap you like a twig." He chuffed, "He hasn't replied yet, probably still falling into his clothes." Brows perked as he leaned over to poke her stomach. Celina tensing her abs as his fingers probed, "What about you, Ms. Washboard abs over here." Eyes lidded somewhat suspiciously, the orangish-gold tiger leaning against the window as he looked his twin over. "You haven't been sneaking out and doing scientific experiments without telling Mom have you?"

He was always prying a bit, wanting to find out what his twin did when she did slip out at night. She chuffed quietly, "I'll tell you when you tell me your big secret. What got you all upset a couple months back?" Max just shrugged and leaned into the door more. Playing with the controls as that download timer ticked down steadily. "Okay then, tell me this. I'd ask when you and Kookie are just gonna fuck, but we both know you two have. So when are you gonna just out and say you two are boyfriends?"

Oh boy that was the hot button topic. She could see his ears flush with heat before they nearly vanished into the mess of his hair. "Boyfriends? Pfft, just cause we hang out with each other doesn't mean we're that."

"No, but I'm sure him sucking your cock when we were watching movies does. Besides, you two are just adorkable together."

Max chuffed, "Just bros being bros." His ears jumped as his phone chimed. "Speaking of, Kookie wants a spicy chicken biscuit."

Nose wrinkled ever so slightly. "Isn't that like cannibalism or something?"

Another chime, "He says no it isn't."

Eyes rolled as she chuffed out a laugh. Should've known that the bird would guess her response. The two of them had been friends nearly forever. Wasn't until a few years ago that Kookie had started wanting to hang out with Max more. It'd hurt her a bit at first, but wasn't too long before she found out just why Kookie was wanting to hang out with her brother more. It wasn't just that they had similar likes, but the pair were practically made for each other.

Quick jaunt through the drive-thru netted them a bag of food and enough soda to give their mom a cardiac. Both their noses twitching at the spiced smell of freshly cooked, frozen and premade breakfast sandwiches that was wafting from the bag. Low growls coming from stomachs, but they were patient. Waiting to dig into their fast food.

Celina pulled to a stop before a house. No sooner had the brakes squeaked to a stop than the front door burst open. Russty the kookaburra, aka Kookie to his striped friends, came tumbling out looking as if he had indeed rolled through a pile of clean clothes to get his outfit. Pants and shirt that were just a little too baggy sagged off his lean frame. The avian was wearing one of Max's hoodies, borrowed some weeks ago then forgotten to be returned. Head twisted to shout back inside as Max hopped out, "Straight home, got it. Love you too!" Kookie running before his head twisted fully around. Stumbling over a garden gnome and belting out a cursing call. Tumbling into the back of the car with his tiger friend, "Sup, my dudes?!" Eyes locked on the screen of Max's Switch, "Awww fek yeah you got Divinity?"

Door slammed and belts were fastened, "Yeah, you've been squawking about it so much figured I'd try it out just to get you to hush your beak." Kookie's fingers twitching towards his bag before remembering that his console was at home.

A smile flicked across her face even as Celina rolled her eyes. "You two are adorkable back there, you know that?" Pulling away, she started for the park near school, fully intent on eating her breakfast sandwich somewhere nicer that wouldn't lead to Dad fussing if he found crumbs on his leather. "Was asking Max why you two aren't just boyfriends already."

Beak clapped, "Cause then that'd be all kinds of gay."

"You are all kinds of gay."

Kookie rocked back with a loud gasp. Hand on chest and beak wide open, kookaburra looking from Celina to Max and back. "Why don't you come back here and say that to my face! Or are you a..." he trailed off. Looked around the backseat. Ducked his head to peer under the seats. Even leaned out the window to look around before leaning in close to coo, "biiiiiiiitch?" right into her ear.

The kookaburra rocked back with a resounding cackle as the tiger reached for him, "I'll bitch you, Kook. Quit dodging, you Spicy Chicken McBitcuit."

"Oi oi oi," the bird cackle-called at her, "if you're gonna kill me can I have my breakfast first? If I die, I want to go out with my tongue tingling from half-assed spicy chicken meat." Feathers perked, "Which reminds me," Out came a wadded up bill, which was shoved right into the groping hand, "For breakfast."

Celina huffed, "Fine, I guess you win a reprieve for now." The money was shoved into a pocket to be sorted later. "Oh, and Max did you ask Kook?"

"Ask me what?"

Max's ears twitched, "Hmm? Oh, right." He sat up from staring at the progress bar and ignoring the antics of his sister and friend, "Alright if we hang out tonight at your place?"

Feathers mantled slightly, kookaburra twisting his head to look at both tigers curiously. "Since when do you guys ask permission to come around? You both know my folks love you two, been my best buds since forever."

Eyes were rolled, "Well, figured we might have to ask after you gave Jeremy a black-eye. I swear we could hear your mom yelling from our house."

"Ah yeah that." He waved a hand, "I'm sure she'll be fine with it. She swears that out of the three of us, I'm the bad influence. Besides that ass was asking for it, calling me... you know." Kookie started digging through pockets and bag for his phone, "How late would you guys wanna stay cause she's gonna ask?"

Max shrugged, "Eight or so." Tiger wincing, "Dude, down to the flip phone?"

Kookie clacked his beak, "Punishment. Why that late? You two aren't planning on running away and starting a YouTube survival channel, are you? You swore you'd take me with if you ever did!"

Celina heaved a sigh, "No. Mom's gone into heat and she doesn't want it distracting Max, or for us to come to school smelling of it cause we were around her. Ergo, we get to stay out later and get some cash so we can do things."

Eyes darted from one tiger to the other. Max holding up his console as an example, "Ah, makes sense." Kook trilled under his breath. Feathered fingers flying over the phone as he tapped the message. Shoulder bumping into Max, "So, the smell starting to get to you? Started doing that tongue thing to get a good whiff of her scent?"

"Dude," Max huffed, "that's my mom you're talking about. And no, she's just started so it doesn't smell that strong yet."

Head bobbed, "Ahh, well I dare you not to jerk off until the weekend." Kookie flashed a birdy grin at Max's noise of protest, "Get you really pent up from..." His phone rang, interrupting anything might be said, "Hey, Mom. Yeah I know I'm still in trouble but come on, it's Max and Celina. How much trouble can the three of us get into." The kookaburra leaned away from the phone as screeches came through the speaker, "I know, I know, but they're mom is... it's that time of the year and she doesn't want Max being distracted." Almost immediately those angry noises turned into softer cooing. "Yeah, the poor dear." Eyes rolled as he clapped his beak quietly, "Mom's wanting to know if you guys want stuffed meatloaf tonight... Wait they get stuffed meatloaf? Why don't I get stuffed meatloaf when I'm having a rough day." More angry-ish sounding noises. "I know, I know. I'm joking, Mom. See you tonight." Kookie rolled his eyes and sighed, "I swear mom loves you guys more. Punch one asshole in the throat and suddenly you're the bad guy."

"Well," Celina pulled into a spot near the stone picnic tables, "at least you threw a punch like Max showed you. Didn't think he'd go down like a sack of potatoes though."

"Yep, then gave him a few kicks like you said." Kookie nearly crooned as he piled out of the car.

Celina parked while Max grabbed the food, "I was being facetious when I said to kick him while he was down. I also said you should let me handle him because face it, I'm a bit more intimidating than you are. Especially when you're angry and you get all puffy."

As if to prove their point, the kookaburra fluffed up, bristling under the hoodie, "I am not cute when I'm angry." Feathers almost immediately falling flat as the biscuit was passed over, "Chikky Bikky. Nom."

"Have I ever told you how strange you are?" Celina huffed as she sat down to nibble at her own biscuit. Watching as Kookie and Max dug into their own meals. "And I mean really, strange." Movement caught her attention, gaze shifting down and past, watching as the kookaburra's tail twitched and fanned, "Like racing stripes on your tail strange."

Kookie perked and looked over his shoulder. "You like? Dad convinced mom to let me get a bit of a dye job finally. Well, I say convinced. More like he told me we were going because he was proud of me. Then we both had to apologize to Mom and... But hey!" Leaning against the table, the bird fanned his feathers. "Look at how pretty and blue they are now!" And sure enough, the previously brown feathers had been dyed a rather subdued, but still vibrant by comparison, cobalt blue.

Max pulled away from his platter to look, "Oh awesome! I know you mentioned your dad was taking you out somewhere, but was all secret hush-hush about it." Reaching down, he brushed over the tail, "They did a great job on it too."

A gasp ripped form the kookaburra as his tail was fondled, "Oi watch it. Touching my butt like that, it's at least one gay."

Nose wrinkled, "That's one gay? I thought that the tail touching was fine. Only got bad when I..."

A warble came from the bird when the tiger's hand clapped off his butt. Kookie's bill chattering as he bounced and settled back, "No that's certainly toogay there." The noise settling into a coo, "Didn't say stop." Before the bird twisted to look at his tail, fanning it again. "I like it, nice and manly looking, yea?"

"Very good," Celina chuffed at her friend, smiling as she packed away the last of her biscuit. She caught Max looking at her and smirked knowingly. Her twin's cheeks flushing as his ears pinned back a bit. A quiet huff coming from him as she practically beamed_"You two are adorable,"_at him in that silent way only twins could.

Max turned his head quickly, "Oh hey, game finished downloading." Flicking the sticks through menus with one hand while eating with the other.

Kookie tucked in close against the tiger and peered at the screen. Cooing along with the orchestral music that rang out from the speakers. "Might wanna hold off on starting the game just yet. With the two of you showing up, might be able to talk the folks into letting me get multiplayer going."

"Sounds great, you'd said it supports four people, yeah?" An enthusiastic nod, "Then I'll just poke around the starter area. Get the hang of the game and skills."

A hum, "Well, yeah you could. Though I doubt you'd even get out of the starter area before we get back to my place. Up to you though." Max gave Kookie a look, "What? Not doubting your skills, but if you wanna explore and level, the starter area will take like six, eight hours to finish. Don't give me that look, I told you it was freking epic RPG awesome! It takes like... eighty hours to finish the actual game!"

Celina wrinkled her nose, "Eighty hours is way too much for a game."

Kookie rasped out a very rude sounding noise, "That's just the single player and if you do a lot of side quests. Which there's a lot of them in this game."

Leaning in, she trapped the kookaburra's beak in her fingers. "Yes, we know you adorkable bird. Max bought the game, you love the game, and I'll play it when we get to your place." Her ear twitched as she thought, "If I drop in and out, would it ruin your game though?"

Head shook, "No," came the mutter, Kookie barely able to move his beak with the hold the tigress had on it. "Can drop in and out. Though we might wanna know what you wanna build." A croon rolled from the kookaburra as he tucked in against Max, giving the tiger's neck a little nuzzle before looking at the screen.

Max leaned and started to nuzzle before catching his sister's smirk. "We should finish up breakfast." He cleared his throat, putting up the console.

"Yeah," Kookie mulled, "Don't want to give mom any more ammo."

Kookie raced up the walk, "We're home!" came the shout before he'd even stuck the key in the door. A door which was wrenched open the instant the key touched the lock. An older, harried kookaburra nearly running into the teen. "Hey, Mom. We're home."

"I heard," Julia Morgan sighed, "As did half the neighborhood I'm sure, Ruth." Russty's feathers started to bristle a bit, but Julia's attention was shifting past. "Max, Celina, how are you dears? I hate to greet and run, but work called and I've got to cover Martha." She stepped past the trio, already wearing her scrubs as she grumbled to herself, "Swear there's something going on with that woman, much as she's been calling off. Sorry I can't be a proper host to you two." Eyes darting back to her child, "And don't you puff up at me." A scolding finger was brandished, "Get your homework done before you hang out, remind your father to put the meatloaf in at Five, and no games. You can watch, but if I find out you've been playing I'll take that thing to the pawn shop myself." She gave Kookie's head a light peck, "Love you, see you tonight."

"Bye, Mrs. M." The tigers chimed as she scuttled out to her car

Kookie was still bristling, "Bye, Mom." Voice dropping to a low murmur, "Keep telling her not to call me that anymore..." Jumping little as Max's arm wrapped around his shoulders, nudging him into the house.

A voice lifted from up the stairs, "Hey, Kiddos. Just missed your mom, Kook..." Richard trailed off as he walked out of the kitchen and looked over the railing, "Nope, looks like you ran into her." A whispery sigh came from the kookaburra as he lay his chin on the banister.

"Yeah," Kookie tried to smooth his feathers down a bit. "Charming as usual." He caught the look that his father gave him, equal parts disapproval and understanding, and let out a sigh. "Said to do my homework, hang out with the stripes, and remind you to put in the meatloaf at Five." Russty's tail fanned a bit as he almost lay on the railing, staring up at his father and mirroring male's pose as best he could.

Richard rolled his eyes, "You'd think me being the cook would translate to me knowing when and how to..." it was his turn to sigh. Rubbing his eyes with a frustrated noise, "The riot squad will be home in a bit. Better go barricade yourself up if you want some privacy. You know the rules."

"I know," Kookie clapped his beak. "Love you, Pops."

Head tilted with a smirk, "I know, Kiddo." He gave the banister a pat as he stood, "Hope you guys are okay with broccoli and quinoa bake to go with the meatloaf. Abe wants to refine the recipe for the next cookbook."

Kookie stood at the same time his father did, already starting down the stairs from the front landing, "I'm fine with it, it's been months since you were testing it for the show."

"Sounds good to me, Mr. Morgan." Max hopped after the bird, "Don't think I've ever tried it."

Celina brought up the rear, "Of course you did, Mom cooked the show version after the episode came out. The mushrooms got you." She paused, seeing the older kookaburra peering over the railing, "The texture."

"Gotcha, will cut them up smaller then."

A wave then he vanished back to the kitchen. Celina going to find the others in what had once been the finished den. Well, it still was, but had unofficially become Kookie's lounging area since his parents finished out the basement further, giving him a private room down there. The door to Kookie's bedroom was open, hoodie having been launched in the general vicinity of the bed to land among the heap of stuff scattered about the room. The rest of the room looked about like any den in any other house. Sectional taking up space in an alcove with TV directly across from that. Several doors were scattered around the room. One leading to Kookie's bedroom, another the bathroom, a third to the garage, and the final giving access to a sound system. No wood paneling, but the room was painted an off-white color. The blanket that usually hung over the entryway had been taken down, meaning that it was a straight shot up a few steps to the front door. Not that it muffled sound or light that much to begin with. It was more to give the kookaburra a sense of privacy.

Speaking of, Kookie was nearly upside down, digging around behind the couch. Celina joined her brother on the couch. Max's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, trying to make it not that obvious that he was staring at the avian's rear and flicking tail, "She'll come around eventually."

"Iunno, but she's starting to gripe less about it all." A leg flew into the air as the kookaburra nearly tipped over, threatening to fall into the space behind the couch. "Still lots of griping and tries to get the pastor to set me straight. Ah ha! Pull me up!"

Max was more than happy to put his hands on Kookie's thighs and pull the bird back. The bird's lithe frame readily slipping back over and righting itself, clutching a carry bag. "Least your dad seems cool with it," Celina chuffed quietly. Eyes narrowing as she brushed fingers through her whiskers, "I'm kinda glad work called her in. Didn't really want a lecture on the evils of birth control from someone who doesn't have to deal with heat. Not after the day I've had."

Kookie knocked a couple dust bunnies off the case. "You know how she is. Easier getting her to just call me Kookie than Russty. She still slips to the other name when she's mad." A coo slipped out as he opened the bag to reveal his Switch. Giving the console, with its custom translucent purple shell, a gentle kiss before hurrying to the TV. "Least dad's fairly cool about it all."

Max sank back and narrowed his eyes slightly, nearly laying down on the couch as he pulled his Switch out. "Think he's just fairly cool overall. Still not sure why your mom likes us so much."

It took seconds for the kookaburra to hook the console back up to the TV before bounding over the couch. Twisting mid-air to flop back, half-laying on Max's lap. "Cause you are polite, quiet, cute, smart, yada yada yada." Max's legs shifted to get comfortable, chuffing quietly as the lean bird let his head rest on the tiger's chest. Eyes narrowing with a soft croon as he launched up the game. "Oh yeah, that reminds me." Laying his head back, he looked up over at Celina, "They had to remove most of the local stuff. So you can still join, we've just gotta ghetto multiplayer this. You can customize one of the premades and just pass it around."

"That's fine by me." She stretched and watched as the bird wiggled. That slightest hint of a smile angling at his feathers. Rolling her eyes with a smirk as Max's eyes narrowed.

A low huff came from the tiger as the avian stretched and shifted against him slowly. Light form resting gently against him. Russ moving just enough to rub against where he knew the tiger's privates were. Savoring the feel of the tiger's excitement rising against him. The naughty kookaburra moving just enough to tease his friend, drawing breathy chuffs from the big cat. "So," came the low trill, "What we gonna do?"

Celina's whiskers were twitching as she tried to hide the smile, "So that was fun wasn't it?" Low chuff slipped from her as she waited for her brother, "Game wasn't too bad either."

A grumble slipped from Max, "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up." Reaching down, he adjusted his pants again. The memory of Russty rubbing against him more than enough to bring the worked up tiger to attention again. "See how you'd like it if Ty rubbed against you while I watched and played games." Casting a quick look at his sister brought the growled, "You'd probably love it."

Her tail twitched sassily, "Of course I would because I know I could just tell him to fuck me and he would have his pants down before I could finish that sentence."

They were just stepping into the house when the doorbell chimed. Ears perking and both tigers looking at each other. "I guess I'll get it," Max grumbled some more, wandering towards the front door while Celina ventured to the kitchen.

Ears perking as she found a note on the fridge's whiteboard. "Not sure if you two ate, guess it depends on if Dick is there tonight or not. So ordered pizzas." As if on cue, Max wandered back to the kitchen, open pizza box in hand and half-eaten slice in his hand. "Make sure to do your homework and get to bed at a reasonable hour. Locking myself in the bedroom. Love you two." She tapped the edge of the pizza box, "I don't know how you're not three hundred pounds." But took a slice to pick at anyway.

"Growth spurts," Max mumbled around a mouthful of deep dish. "Notice I've got a couple inches on you now, Sis." The tip of his tail twitched as he chewed, keeping his nose closer to the food. Ever since they'd gotten home, he'd picked up the lingering undertones of his mother. The sharper, chemical aroma of the scent killer wafted through the house, but that heat aroma still hung about. Lingering in places she hadn't thought to spray. A little drip here, or a trickle there escaping her watchful eye. He didn't know. All he knew was that he could sniff it and it was setting his hair on end.

Stuffing the rest of the slice into his mouth, "Gonna call it an early night." He heaved a sigh, "Need to pack up my spare charger too. Game just sucks down the battery."

Celina gathered the box to stash, "Speaking of sucking, don't forget to do your homework."

Eyes rolled, "Already did. Kookie and I did that while you were out on your jog." The noise that burst from the tigress was one of amused disbelief, "What? It is all we did."

She bumped hips against her sibling, "Uh huh, cause you've been told not to jerk it by Master Kooks?" Lips splitting into a wider grin as her brother huffed and turned his head away. "Wow, won't call him boyfriend, but going for the Master route gets you all blushing? I see how it is now."

He bumped back, "It's now how it is. It's just..." Ears fell back as a quiet sigh whispered out, "You know it's complicated."

Putting her arm around her brother, Celina leaned in to nuzzle at him, "Wow, you must be on edge if that tease has you all worked up." Max tensed for a moment before relaxing into her with a quiet sigh. "It'll be okay. Just a few days, you can handle that. And if you can't, that's what I'm here for. We've been there for each other since day one."

There was just a second of hesitation before Max returned the hug, "Thanks."

----Friday----

Max tossed and turned in bed. Covers tossed out to expose his body to the hopefully cooler air. It wasn't that he was hot, it restless pure and simple. Yesterday, he'd barely gotten a whiff of his mother's scent and it had gotten him worked up. Tonight the scent felt like it was smothering him. His body didn't care that she was his mother. All it knew was that a tigress was in heat somewhere nearby. It wouldn't be that bad if he could jerk off. Ears twitched as he looked down at his tenting boxers, keenly aware of how his length pulsed within his underwear.

It'd be so simple to just take care of it. Just reach down there, grab a hold, and go to town as he'd done countless times before.

A huff broke from the tiger as he peeled his boxers back. Needy cock dropping free to bounce off his belly. Pulsing against his fur, barbed foreskin tickling across his pelt. Bringing his hand down, he gently ran a finger over the belly of his cock. A shiver racing up his spine, tail bristling as precum spilled onto his fur. His hand swept down to grip his sac. Max heaving a gasp as he rolled his heavy orbs. It wouldn't take much for him to get off. Just a few minutes of play and he'd likely make a huge mess.

Between that heat-scent and the teasing he was more pent up than he could ever remember being. It wasn't the first time that Kookie had challenged him not to jerk off. And it wasn't the first time the kookaburra made things worse by teasing him. His not-boyfriend loved to toy with him. It hadn't been bad Wednesday, just rubbing against him to get him worked up. Yesterday had been pretty bad. With the kookaburra sneaking a hand into his pants to stroke him whenever he thought he could get away with it. The touch of those feathered fingers light enough to bring him to full mast, yet too light to allow him any sort of release.

Without thinking, his own touch started to mirror Kookie's. Finger pads barely touching his flesh as they teased over his barbs. Letting them catch on the ridges of his fingerprints. Each pop drawing a breathless gasp from the tiger.

Oh yeah, it would be entirely too easy to get off right now. Just tighten his grip, get a few strokes, and he'd be done. Probably make a mess all over his chest and belly while he was at it. His discarded sleep shirt would be handy for cleaning up. A shower would take care of the rest. Though there was always the risk that Celina would scent him before that. And much as his sister teased him about taking orders from Kookie, she wasn't above ratting him out either. Despite being smaller and lighter, Kookie was very creative with punishments. He still remembered the incident with the shock collar. While the bird wasn't going to really hurt him, Kook seemed to know just how to punish him and make the aftercare worth it.

A quiet growl rolled up his throat as he pulled his boxers back up. Band snapping in place with a dull finality as he rolled over to stare at the clock. Nearly time to wake up anyway. He'd only gotten bits and pieces of sleep, but more than enough. Few hours and caffeine would keep him going. Not to mention he could certainly get some rest since the weekend was coming up. If her heat was still on, Mom would either put them in a hotel over the weekend, or likely, see if the Morgans would mind them staying there. Julia worked weekend shifts usually and Richard didn't care if he and Kook were alone. Well, Celina would technically be there to chaperon, but she'd likely slip out on whatever secret thing she did every few nights.

Prying himself from the bed, Max grabbed some possibly clean clothes and shambled to the shower. A very cold shower.

It helped. Not a lot but it did help. Since he didn't have to worry as much about running out of cold water, he'd taken a longer one than necessary. Long enough that Celina had banged on the door and cursed him for hogging the bathroom. Something which he continued to do just to spite her. Not really a big deal though, since he heard the shower running in the master bath as he got out and dried off. Dressing quickly before collecting his stuff for the day.

He was still combing fingers through damp hair, roaming towards the kitchen, when he caught something out of the corner of his eye. The tiger stopped and poked his head through the arch that opened into the living room. His tail bristling at the sight of his mother laying on the couch.

Jennifer was asleep, maw hanging open as she snored quietly. The tigress' sleep shirt had ridden up high enough to show off the curve of her belly, and if he looked hard enough, he could just make out the undersideof her unhindered breast. Yoga pants clung to her form but did little to hide the obvious swell of her nethers. Thin fabric straining and damp with that primal need. Her scent filling the room as she slept soundly.

Lips parted as he unthinkingly breathed in her scent. Fur bristling as it hit him. Raw and unhindered by even the slightest hint of fragrance. Max's tail twitched as he stared at the tigress as she slept. Whatever wilt his member might have sustained from the icy shower vanishing. His length straining against his underwear as a throaty groan eased from the tiger. He found himself moving into the living room. Drawn to the source of that scent like a compass to a magnet.

He barely made it a step before a hand wrenched him back. A snarl ripping from the tiger was he was spun to face Celina. Lips peeled back to show off his pearly whites as his sister held him tight. "Hey!" she whisper-shouted at him. Max blinked, mouth hanging open as he panted, each breath coming out with a rasping growl. She looked from her brother, to their mother, and back, "Car." Max started to push away from her, but she shook him. "Car, now!" came the low growl as she shoved the keys into his hand.

They were close in size, but Celina's body was rock solid with muscle. Claws unsheathed slightly before he grabbed the keys, "Yeah..." She locked eyes with him, staring her brother down. "I'll be fine."

"Okay," she let him go, watching as he shuffled to the garage. Max's ears straining as he heard his sister wake their mother. Chuffing quietly as he retreated to the garage and dropping into the driver's seat. Turning on the air and letting it blast his face. The tiger taking deep breaths as he gripped the wheel tight. Growling to himself as his body hummed with primal need.

The car rocked as Celina hopped in, "Forgot this." She held his backpack up, wiggled it, then tossed it into the back. "You are not okay." A chuff slipped out as the tigress leaned against the door. "I'd thought heat always hit me hard, but look at you. You're just about shaking right now." Max growled a little response as he threw the car into gear and backed out. Going through the motions as he started for somewhere to get breakfast. "Figured you would be better after..." he saw her eyes narrow as she looked him over, "Oh my god, you haven't, have you?"

"Haven't what?" Max growled without thinking about it, grinding his teeth as he tried to get comfortable without just reaching down and adjusting himself.

Celina snorted, "I don't fucking believe it. Russty tells you to jump and you just snap right to it. Bird has you wrapped right around his pinion doesn't he?" A heavy sigh came from the tigress as she shifted in the passenger seat.

Max was about to snap a response when the sound of a zipper made his ears twitch. Stealing a glance at his sister, he saw her hips shifting as she eased her jeans down, "What are you doing?"

"Eyes on the road," she chuffed, "and I'm helping you out." She arched into the seat with a restrained moan as her fingers slipped past her panties. "Unless you just want to going on, that is. I can't just sit back and watch my brother be distracted all damn day, not when I can help." Tongue played over her lips as the more orange female arched her back with a gasp. Rubbing her labia and letting her fingers tease over her inner lips. "Kookie said no jerking it, right?" A breathless chuff came from her, "So, let's fix that real quick so you can actually think today." Celina moaned, arching into her hand as her fingers played over her pussy. The sounds of excited arousal just hitting his straining ears, "We can pull in the loading area behind Rolling Thunder. Shouldn't be anyone back there this early." Max started to say something, "Do you want me to help, Maxy?" He nodded, trying to keep his eyes on the road even as the scent of aroused tigress tickled his nose, "Then keep your eyes on the road and do as I say."

It was incredibly hard to focus on driving while his sister was fingering herself in the passenger seat. Ears twitching with each of her breathy moans. Nose twitching as he started to pick up her scent. That wonderful, damp, musky aroma of sexual excitement. He stole a glance over as they pulled up to a red light. A low groan rolling up his throat. Celina had kicked off her clothing, bare legs spread as the tigress' fingers rolled against her inner walls. Each pump met with another moan.

It was impossible to resist reaching over and running his claws over her thighs. "Hey," she huffed at him, "Both hands on the wheel, Mister." She gasped as he curled his fingers under hers. Drawing her hand back as her brother began to finger her. Moans growing louder as his fingers spread her open, middle two plunging into her depths. A throaty groan coming from the tiger as she squeezed around his fingers. Celina grinning at him and pressing her hips into his palm with a pleased chuff.

Flashing at smile at her twin, she reached up to stroke her damp fingers over his muzzle. Max's lips parting without thought as he inhaled her aroma, tongue curling just so against his lips in a Flehmen. Celina took advantage of this. Twisting in her seat and sliding her fingers across his tongue. At the same time, she unzipped his pants and fished his cock out.

By some miracle, he managed to keep from wrecking the car. His entire body arching as she coaxed his cock out, petting the heavy length. "Fuck," she uttered a quiet growl, "You're pent up aren't you? Just look at these," she fished his balls out of his pants. Rolling the male's pouch with gentle strokes. Max groaned around her fingers, suckling on them for the brief second they were in his maw. Lips parting with a gasp as she pulled her hand back so she could adjust herself.

Pressing the side of a breast into his arm, she let out a rumbling noise before laying against the center console. Thighs trapping his hand there as she brought his uncut tip to her lips. Planting a gentle kiss there as she rumbled at him. The noise deep with playful lust. His twin easily guiding his foreskin back with her tongue so she could toy with his engorged head. Her teeth brushing on him ever so lightly as she guided him into her muzzle. Jaws trembling around him with her hum. Careful to keep him from blowing, but certainly more than enough to make him rock hard if he wasn't already.

By some unknowable miracle, enough blood continued to flow to Max's brain to keep him cognizant of the road. Gritting his teeth, he curled his fingers as Celina started to buck her hips against his hand. Fucking herself on his fingers as her pleasured moans shook over his cock.

He whipped around the skating rink and threw the car into park. Celina pulling away before his hand could fall to her head, the tigress fixing him with a smirk. "Slide the seat back." She glanced at her phone, "We've got..." a button press made her phone chime, "Set timer. Ten minutes." A chime signaled the affirmative before the phone was dropped into a cup holder.

She sat up as he adjusted the seat, finally freeing his hand from the prison of her striped thighs. Kicking her pants off the rest of the way, she eased herself over to kneel over him. Max wrapped his arms around his twin sister and pushed the steering wheel back to give her a little more room. Celina leaned over, reaching into her bag to retrieve a Feyline Pleasures branded wrapper from her bag.

Flashing a smile at him as she casually opened the condom with her teeth. The smooth, trimmed pubic fur pressing against his raging erection. "Might want to work those pants off, Stripe."

"Right," He gasped. Grabbing his pants and working them down as best he could. Body arching and squirming against her a she did the same. Hips rolling to let him slide his pants down that much further. All while her warm, waiting pussy mashed his cock into his softer belly fur. Max groaning out as precum spilled and matted his fur. The car's interior quickly filling with the scent of two very aroused tigers.

Her hips rolled back just enough to let her lift and wrap his cock. The tigress lifting his cock as she leaned back into the wheel. His eyes dropping to watch as she carefully tucked the condom down about his base before lining up. Only taking a second to tease his covered tip against her folds before easing down. Both sharing pleasured snarls as his cock sank into her. Max gripping her bare thighs and shaking as his need was engulfed by her warmth. Celina shivering as that delightfully thick cock spread her open.

Draping her arms around his shoulder the tigress leaned in. Whiskers twitching as her nose bumped his. The twins taking a moment to breathe in one another's air, "Been a while since we've done this." She flashed a smile.

Max's ears fell back, "A couple months," came the breathless grunt. His cock already twitching within her welcoming warmth.

Brushing his lips with a gentle kiss, the tigress set up, "Longer than that." Her hips rolled slowly, just testing his cock within her depths. A pleased sigh rolling from her lips, "Remember when we first started masturbating?" She gave a wry smile, "Separately, then sneaking into each other's rooms to watch, then..." She bounced hard enough to make her ass clap off his thighs. Eyes narrowing in pleasure at the growling moan she drove from her sibling. "Then Mom had the talk about condoms and protection. Wonder if she knew about our bedtime fun." She gave another bounce, watching how he bit back the roar. Feeling how he trembled under her. "Max?"

He growled, eyes clenched shut as his grip tightened on her thighs. "Max!" she snarled a little more incessantly. One of his amber eyes cracking open to look at her, "I don't give a fuck if you make me cum. I can handle myself." Lifting her rear, she started to ride him as hard as she could. The solid cracks of her ass bouncing on his lap filling the car, "So stop. Holding. BACK!"

Max's hands leapt from her thighs to that toned rear. Fingers digging into striped hide as he slammed into his twin. Drawing a surprised cry from the tigress as he began to jackhammer her. Celina's riding bounces faulting for just a second before she dug deep to try and match his pace.

It had been a while, but she was certain that Max had never been this ferocious during sex. Awkward, rushed, faltering? Yeah they'd both had their moments. She'd never had him snarling and growling, claws digging into her ass as he fucked her like a wild beast. Her insides already quivering within moments. Hand readily falling down to stroke her clit. The tigress doing her best to keep up with his frantic pace. Each thrust met with a clap of his repressed lust. Rolling her head back, playing with herself as she rode her twin.

Her only warning was a snarl as Max lunged forward. The tiger's mouth clamping at her throat, shoving her against the steering wheel. Celina's eyes went wide with a restrained gasp as he squeezed her throat and drew her tight against him. His entire body quaking with the force of his finish.

That was how they stayed for a long moment. Max's mouth around her throat, lips curled to guard her flesh from his teeth. Gripping her ass with every bit of strength he could muster as he filled the condom with his seed. Trembling against her as every drop of curbed need was unleashed. Her tunnel gripping his length, her body knowing what was happening even with that protective layer there.

He pulled back slowly, breath puffing against her neck fur. Max's ears folding back as he gave her neck a plaintiff lick, "Sorry."

Celina cradled his head before he could pull away, keeping it against her neck. "It's okay," she let out a throaty rumble as he continued to groom her. Low moans rolling free as she continued to play with herself. Squeezing his hips as ground into his still-hard length. Rubbing her clit with a frenetic pace, toned abs clenching as the tigress curled towards him. Deep pants turning into a roaring call as she arched. Hips jerking sharply as she brought herself to a peak moments after her brother hit his.

Max fell back into the seat as Celina dropped fully against him. Hands sliding under her top to rub her spine. Silence reigning as the pair came down from their orgasmic highs. Heavy pants soon replaced by soft chuffs and gentle nuzzles.

"So," she leaned back and looked down at her sibling with a crooked smirk, "is that what you and Kook get up to when I'm not around?"

His ears fell back with a huffed, "I don't know what you're talking about." The tiger gritting his teeth as she pulled up. Watching as that slick condom-clad cock slipped free and fell against his bare thigh. The protection doing its job, stretched to contain the deluge of cum that had been pumped into it.

A knowing smirk cross her lips, "Mhmm. Vocal as he gets when he's excited, I can only imagine what it's like when he's getting some good D." She looked at the sagging condom as Max peeled it off, expertly tying it up. "Holy fuck, I thought I was joking when I said you were backed up. Any more and that might have popped."

Max's ears vanished into his messy mane of hair, "Yeah, it... it gets to be a little painful when I go for too long. Especially," he rolled his shoulders in a shrug, "With everything else."

Celina popped the glove box and pulled out a pack of scent-killer wipes. "All without even masturbating." There was another one of her crooked smiles, whiskers twitching as she passed Max one. Taking one herself to wipe down her thighs and the seat. Windows coming down to air out the SUV while the tigers cleaned up and dried off.

The pair fell silent as they finished cleaning and re-dressing. "So you're not gonna..."

A snort cut him off, "Why would I tell Kook? It's all fun and games most of the time when he gets you worked up. But like this?" She blew a raspberry, "If I knew how bad off you were, would've slipped into your room last night." The tigress stretched with a very pleased sounding groan before contorting herself to get her shoes back on. "Just promise me you'll give me a signal tonight. That way I can take a walk while you wreck your birdy and let him know just how bad it is."

Max chuffed to himself and gave a bit of a blushing smile, "Should I text you when we're done?" The question came as he gingerly tucked himself back into his pants and started the car.

Celina checked her phone right as the timer began to trill, "Well, if it's anything like now, shouldn't have to." She flashed a playful smile and bumped his shoulder, "No, we'll keep it to the usual twinsy thing. I'll take a walk until you give me the all-clear." Grabbing the grocery bag that doubled as trash, she collected the used condom and wipes, "Just..." a moment of hesitation, "be careful with that bite. Sexy as fuck for me, but Kookie is thin and crispy, not chewy."

A snort came from the tiger as he started off. "I know. And Lin? Thank you."