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Donovan walked slowly down the street, his head lost in his troubling thoughts. Was he gay? Why did he have these feelings for Tyler Serpico? He was extremely unsettled, and due to the fact that he was too busy pondering his questionable sexuality that he walked right by Becky's house.

‘Hey! Limey!'

The feline suddenly snapped out of his day and turned round. Shit, he thought, I totally forgot about Becky. Becky, his best friend and the most sensible person he knew in the world, was walking towards him. Her slender Doe frame moved seamlessly, each perfectly toned muscle flexing in rhythm with her walk, her wide hips swaying in a perfect rhythm, her firm breasts bouncing in such a way that a young Fox who was cycling past stared, totally forgot he was on his bike, and crashed into a bin. She was wearing tight jeans and an even tighter tank top. All the boys Donovan knew would give anything for a night in the sack with Becky, and every boy he knew cursed the fact that she was a lesbian. Becky's heart belonged to one person and one person alone, her girlfriend Connie. Connie was a border collie and older than Becky, Connie being 25 with her own job as a photographer and comfortable apartment. Connie and Becky had been soul mates since they met, and the beautiful Doe now lived with her equally as beautiful mate, since Becky's catholic parents evicted her when they found out she was gay. God, Donovan thought, what if my parents kick me out? No, no they won't, because I'm definitely NOT Gay. Not at all. Mind you, maybe I must be, I'm the only guy who doesn't want to get into Becky's pants. No that's just because she's your friend.

‘Wait!'

Becky turned around to see Connie running up the road.

‘What is it babe?'

‘You forgot your lunch and something else...'

‘What el...'

Before Becky could finish that last sentence, Connie grabbed her and locked their muzzles together in a steamy passionate kiss. Connie's hands moved to Becky's perfectly formed ass and squeezed. Their tongue's danced with each-other in their muzzles, and Becky thrust he pelvis into Connies, not grinding but causing serious pressure on her lovers nether-regions. The Fox boy across the road, who had just got up and started cycling away, stopped and stared, and Donovan thought if he opened his mouth any more he'd get jaw lock.

‘See you later darling'

Connie walked back to the apartment building, her hips swaying lazily. On the way past she casually pushed the young Fox boy off his bike. Donovan and Becky laughed, and then began a slow walk on their way to pick up Kook.

‘So Becky how's tricks?'

‘Don, I love you but I've told you before, your British lingo, could you please speak a bit more American?'

‘Haha! It's called English for a reason.'

‘Yeah, but in the USA we don't really understand Cockney rhyme and slang'

‘That was hardly cockney rhyme and slang'

‘Yeah but it might as well be, I swear I can understand Kook better than I can understand you sometimes.'

Their eyes met for a moment and they both erupted into fits of laughter at the thought of Kook and his crazy ways. He seemed to have invented a vocabulary all his own, so that even his own mother sometimes had to ask the other two what he meant.

‘Anyway, how are you Becky?'

‘I'm good yeah, me and Connie went out to an art show last night, and then went to Mario and Luigi's for pizza. It was our 2nd anniversary yesterday.'

‘Oh ai? So did you two get down to a bit of how's your father then?' Donovan asked cheekily. Unfortunately this too was lost on Becky.

‘How's your what? Ah forget it; we're at Kooks now anyway. Go knock on his door would you? You know his mums a bit funny with me.'

Deep in his room, surrounded by posters celebrating the chemical generation of the 90's rave scene, happy hardcore music blasting out his expensive speakers, Kook was hunched double over his computer, engaged in his morning ritual: Jerking off. His Chameleon hand moved up and down his exposed member furiously, his fingers deftly gliding over its long slender length. He was breathing in heavy, short breaths, his muscles constricted in the sheer ecstasy of his own touch. As he approached his climax he began to moan out loud,

‘Yes... Yes... YES! FUCK ME BABY, FUCK ME HARDCORE NYAAAHHHH!!!'

Just as his thick load of Chameleon seed erupted onto his chest Donovan opened the door and came inside

‘Koo-‘

They're eyes met. Donovan looked from Kook, to his member which was still leaking cum, to the picture of Becky on the computer screen, back to Kook. For an awkward second neither said a word.

‘Right... I'm going to go outside for about 10 seconds, then I'm going to come back in and we'll start the day again ok?'

‘Yeah umm... Cool Broham.'

Donovan went outside and shut the door. He could hear Kook rummaging around in his room for tissues going ‘Shit shit shit'. Donovan looked down and to his horror realised that his penis had come out his sheath and he had an insane hard on. He was turned on by the sight of Kooks penis! What the hell was going on?

‘Ok Don, calm down, you're not gay. You've just been depraved of sex for a while that's all, just calm down and everything will be fine.'

He heard a moaning from behind him and he thought Kook had started wanking again, but then he realised that it came not from Kooks room but from his younger sisters, Asephonie. Intrigued, Donovan bent down and looked through the keyhole. Asephonie was Kooks younger sister, and at 15 years old she was already developing into a fine example of a woman. Her body was curved in all the right places, and her supple breast were a perfect shape, average sized but with the promise of growth. He skin was the colour of emeralds and smooth as latex (something she got from her mothers side, unlike Kook who's skin was a mass of scales). Donovan's eyes widened in shock at what he could see.

Asephonie was lying flat out on the bed stark naked. Her legs were spread and her virgin cunny was on display, and from his angle Donovan could see it all. She was dripping wet and masturbating furiously. As Donovan watched her fingers moved in and out of her tight slit, and she was breathing heavily. Her other hand moved up to her breast and she began to play with her hard erect nipples, twisting the bud of them in between her index finger and thumb. She sighed with pleasure, and began to put her fingers in and out of her cunt faster and faster. This excited her even more and she arched her back into the air and moaned loudly. Donovan wondered how she thought she could get away with this with Kook only next door, and then he remembered that Kook always played his hardcore techno at full volume, so he could barely hear what was going on in his room let alone outside it. Asephonie began writing around on the bed, moving her hand from her breast to her now swollen clit. She rubbed it between her fingers and screamed, the combined pleasure of clitoral and penetrative stimulation became too much. She began thrusting her hips rhythmically into her hand, putting another two fingers in, stretching her tight hole out far. With one final arch of her back and loud moan, she reached orgasm. She came furiously, squirting what seemed like an endless supply of water out of her cunt, her body being thrown into spasmodic jerks and twitches. It was at this point that Donovan lost his balance and tumbled forward and fell through the door, making it bang open. Asephonie jumped and her Chameleon skin kicked in. She disappeared. The window was open and Donovan could hear her scurry out of it. At this point Kook came out is room.

‘Ok Broham we're good to go. What are you doing chilling on the floor there dude-brother?'

‘I leaned against the door, thought it was locked. Turns out it wasn't.'

‘Ah Broham, that's long, allow that. Ah shit-sticks, looks like ‘Seph's wet the bed again.'

He pointed to the puddle on the bed from where Asephonie had just had one of the most intense orgasms Donovan had ever seen.

‘I told mum she should wear a diaper man, if she's still pissing herself at 15. That shit's definitely not 5x5.'

‘Kook she's fifteen, she doesn't wet the bed. That's probably cum on the bed there' Donovan did not want to reveal to his friend that he had watched his sister masturbate, but he thought he should at least make Kook aware that she wasn't a bed wetter. Kook just looked at him for a moment, then rolled around on the floor laughing

‘Ahahaha! Broham you sure as hell do tickle my funny bone. Asephonie's the biggest prude I know, like hell she'd indulge in a solo symphony. Let's go to school man.'

Donovan followed Kook down the stairs, still lost in thought. He was having serious doubts about what was going on, and what was worse was that whilst watching his friends hot sister masturbating on the bed, he had not felt turned on once.