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She thought that she would never find love. Her breasts were too small, her hair stringy, eyes dull, rings on her tail imperfect. She kept her eyes down, spoke softly, and closed herself off to most. The one she did talk to, however, was Kent.

Kent thought she was perfect. He liked the quirks of her rings, her dark hair, her golden eyes. Kent loved everything about her. He even loved her name; Sorscha.

Despite the fact that he had already graduated, Kent met her at the school every day. Sorscha welcomed the company. She watched the other girls exit the building and head to cars, buses, or down the road giggling. With Kent there, she didn't feel so alone.

The only problem that came with him being there for her every day were the comments and giggles. The worst of it all were the names. The other girls said nasty things to her, and she did her best to ignore them, but that only made it worse. Sorscha hated other girls because of it.

Kent encouraged her to talk to them, to figure out why they had a problem. Every time she tried to approach one of them, the cat calls and nasty names started. The only thing she could think of tha towuld cause this was that Kent was her brother.

Kent always told her that was silly. Lots of siblings spent time together, were close like they were. The other girls were just jealous that she had such a loving brother. He always reassured her with a smile and a wink, which made her feel better.

Sorscha looked up to Kent. He was smart, funny, and could have any girl he wanted. And he did. Sorscha had met several of them, walked in on them doing any number of naughty things, ranging from mutual masturbation, to oral sex, to anal sex, but none of them were around for long. Kent always brushed it off with a shrug and said "Cest la vie!"

When they got home, Sorscha would set about helping their mother with dinner and setting the table. Kent would pick up a book or watch television until their father got home. The males would head to the garage to play with whatever project they were working on until Sorscha called them to the table.

After the dishes were cleared, Sorscha would dive into her homework, headphones tucked neatly in her ears, whistling or humming with the music, while Kent and her parents watched television or completed other activities. Sorscha felt that her life was almost perfect, aside from her lack of a love life.

She had watched her former friends go through mating frenzies, date, break up, and move on. Several of them had cut their ties with Sorscha when their dating had started, claiming it was "too hard to be friends with someone who is perpetually single."

So she walked her path alone. Most of her social interaction was working on group projects. Usually as soon as the project was completed, so was the social interaction. Sorscha didn't mind though, because she had Kent.

The worst part of her world as it was, was when she went into heat. She had no way to ease the discomfort or desire that came along with it. But she pushed through it, ignoring the stares and whistles she got from others at school. When her heat started, her father tried to encourage her to stay home, but Sorscha always ignored him and went anyway.

The week after she turned sixteen, her heat started. This time, she was so uncomfortable that she stayed home. Her mother checked on her before both parents left for work. SOrscha was wrapped up tightly in her blanket, facing the wall.

"Sorscha?" Her mother's voice was soft from the door. "Do you need anything before we leave?"

"Not anything you can get me." She grumbled, and her mother frowned, stepping further into the room.

"Well, Kent is here if you need anything." Her mother kissed her cheek before leaving the room and closing the door.

Sorscha had done some research online, looking for some idea of how to relax her heat enough to make it bearable. She had found some information on a technique and was thankful that Kent was sleeping and her parents were going to work. The very thought of what she was going to attempt was embarrassing enough.

Taking a deep breath, she snaked her paw down her body, shuddering as she passed over her nipple. Stopping, she rubbed her paw over it again, sucking in a quick breath. After a couple pinches and tugs at the small nub, her paw resumed its journey.

Her whole body started to tremble as her paw reached the apex of her thighs, and she didn't know if it was fear or excitement coursing through her body. Slowly she pressed two fingers past the folds and gently rubbed them against the throbbing nub inside.

Sorscha moaned. The contact felt good, and she was finding a rhythm. She rocked her hips against her paw as she circled her clitoris, moaning softly. Growing braver, she slipped her fingers down and pressed one gently into the wetness. Her moan slipped from her lips louder than she intended as she began to thrust her finger in and out, the heal of her paw rubbing against her clit.