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"GO LONG DUMBASS!" Yelled Jessie as she chucked the football into their air.

"I got it, I got it!" Jake yelled back as he ran backwards, his paws in the air poised to catch the ball.

The ball bounded towards him like a spinning bullet, normally he would be afraid that the ball would hit him square in the nose like it usually did but this time he was prepared, because he was wearing his Dallas Cowboy helmet. It was a little large for him, it jostled around with each step he took and as a result he couldn't see straight. He tried to mentally picture the ball's trajectory, moving back in a straight line, arms out ready to grab the ball, and not once did he blink. Even though he couldn't see it he felt the leather touch his finger tips as he closed he paws around the missile. Then the spinning became more intense as he tumbled onto the lawn, and after several rotations he found himself on his back staring up at the sky.

He watched the clouds slowly pass him by up in the vast blue sky through the grill of his now still helmet. A moment later he saw the face of Jessie standing over him with a unamused expression.

"Got It." Jake said holding up the football in his paws.

"Didn't make you look any less stupid doing it though." She said taking the ball from his paws and pulled him to his feet.

"I told you that helmet is too big for you." Jessie said in her usual I told you so fashion as Jake pulled the helmet off. "You looked like a bobble-head."

"I still caught it though." Jake retorted, not letting Jessie's criticism get the better of him.

"You still need more work." She said giving him a playful punch in the arm.

Jake and Jessie had been best friends since they were in diapers. Having grown up together as next door neighbors there was seldom a time when they didn't hang out with one another. Jake was a brown furred wolf of twelve years old with a slim build and scruffy black hair. He wasn't the best at sports but he loved to play them if only for the fun of it. He also enjoyed video games like any other boy his age, but he found the time to read a good book now and then if it interested him. Jessie was a golden furred lioness about the same age with red hair that she kept tied back in a pony tale and was probably the biggest tomboy Jake ever knew. She didn't have a strong love for things that were cutesy or pretty, not that she had anything against them, she just preferred the more outgoing activities that boys often did. She did pretty well in school, and often had to help Jake with his homework on uncountable occasions. She had a few girl friends, but she didn't spend as much time with them as she did Jake, whom she always saw as a little brother that she constantly needed to keep in line much to Jake's chagrin. Sometimes they would often fight over silly things and wouldn't talk to one another for a couple of days, after that they would work out their aggression out on a intense sport such as paint ball or volleyball or anything that would cause painful contact. Once they made up one would never know they had any troubles between them.

While they were walking back home they discussed on what they should do tomorrow; Jake suggested that they play video games but Jessie wanted to get out and do something. As they bickered on what was the best course of action their conversation was abruptly silenced as the roar of a moving van sped past them up the street only to slow a few houses down, stopping at the house that had the For Sale sign with the word SOLD taped over it.

"Hey check it out." Jake said pointing at the van "looks like someone is moving into Mrs. Wakefield's old place."

"Ya, I wonder who's moving in there now?" Katie wondered aloud "They had been working on that place since summer vacation began."

Several months ago, their old neighbor Mrs. Wakefield had the good fortune of purchasing a winning lotto ticket and decided to move down to Florida, and there her old house sat vacant as crab grass started to annex the front walk way. Jake and Jessie occasionally played in that yard for a little while after she left but a little over a month ago some contractors started to work on the place, forcing the cubs to return to their own yards from which they watched as the contractors did their job, and by the looks of it they were giving the interior a complete work over. The two of them often debated on who might be moving in there, for if they were able to afford such renovations the future occupants must have been pretty well off.

The two of them watched from the sidewalk as the moving men carried numerous boxes and furniture into the house. As far as either one of them could tell none of it looked like furniture that would have belonged to a cub, much to their disappointment. They were able to get a clue as to who the owners were when a couple of cars carrying two women pulled up behind the moving van and out came four women, all foxes from the looks of it.

The ladies went about moving some boxes and instructed the movers as to where certain things would go. At one point all four of them gathered together in front of the house and had one of the movers take a picture of them together holding the SOLD sign.

"Who do think they are?" Jake asked Jessie, unsure about his new neighbors.

"I don't know" Jessie replied with the same tone on uncertainty. "They sort of look like they are related but I'm not sure."

It was then one of the women took notice of them and waved cheerfully at them, the others followed suit.

"HI THERE!" One of them called out in a cheerful sing-song voice.

Unsure how to respond, the two cubs waved back, albeit awkwardly.

"Lets get out of here" Jessie grumbled to Jake "for all we know they could be psychos."

"They seem pretty nice to me." Jake said walking away with Jessie back to their houses.

"That's how it starts, next thing you know they show up at the door bearing strange dishes for you to try and then they ask you to help with very inconvenient tasks, then they stop you on the street to tell you very long stories that have no point to them and no matter how hard you try to break from the situation they just pull you in deeper and deeper with no chance of escape."

"Your overthinking it." Jake said dismissively "they barely said two words to us and you already think they are the annoying neighbors from a bad sitcom."

"Just you wait, before you know it you'll be dragged into their web with no hope of escape. Then they'll suck the very life from you!" She emphasized this last remark by giving Jake a not-so-gentle poke in the ribs.

"We'll see about that." Jake said as he rubbed the sort part of his chest, determined to prove her wrong.

. . .

Later that night at dinner, Jake recounted to his parents about the new neighbors moving in down the street. His mother; while delighted with the news of new neighbors, confesses she knew next to nothing on who they were. Jake's dad was mildly interested too, but he too knew little more than his wife did. Jake wasn't entirely surprised with the results of his inquiry, they had only just moved in so it was no surprise that no one had gotten to know them just yet. His mom talked about the three of them going over sometime and properly welcoming them to the neighborhood but dad expressed some doubt on this idea.

"With the amount of stuff they moved in with they will probably be busy for a little while unpacking. Remember how busy we were when we first moved in? Not to mention I saw that they had those special windows installed, you know the ones that keep people from seeing inside? Plus I notice they had a couple of cameras installed outside their house too."

"So? They just take care in their privacy and security, nothing wrong with that." His mother said scooping another serving of mashed potatoes onto her plate.

"Never said there was" his dad retorted cutting himself another slice of roast. "I'd kind of like to know where to get some of those myself. To me it just comes off that they prefer their privacy and prefer to be left alone. But again, who knows? What do you think champ?"

"They seem nice to me" it was all Jake could think to say about the women.

"What did they look like sweetie?" His mom inquired

"Well, they're all foxes, I think they are all related because they all sort of look alike more or less although each one looks a little different from the other, like one has short hair and another long, one is taller than the rest and another is shorter while the other two are sort of middle height."

"How old did they look?" His dad asked

Jake thought on this carefully, he knew that to misjudge a woman's age could land him in hot water if he went over.

"I think the oldest is in her...I don't know, mid 30's maybe? The two middle ones look to be mid 20's or so and I guess the shortest one is probably early twenties, but I'm not entirely sure, me and Jessie only saw them at a distance."

"Did you go up and talk to them?" His mother asked

"Well no, though they did wave at us, I thought they looked pretty ok but Jessie was afraid they would turn out to be annoying so we didn't approach."

"She might have been right." His dad said "remember Sandy from before Jake was born?"

"How can I forget her? She never left us alone." His mother said rubbing her eyes, apparently annoyed by the very memory of the woman.

"I remember you flipping her off when we finally moved out." His dad said trying to stifle a laugh.

"Honey!" exclaimed his mother, apparently embarrassed that this little truth was said in front of their son.

Jake couldn't help but laugh a little with his dad while his mother tried to remain dignified.

"We'll she had it coming, plus I was pregnant with you at the time so it might have just been a mood swing."

Jake could hear his dad mutter one hell of a mood swing under his breath.

"I heard that" his mother said with daggers in her eyes.

His dad gulped down his meatloaf loudly and leaned in close and whispered in his ear:

"I think I made your mom angry."

. . .

After dinner Jake gave Jessie a call to see if she had found out anything from her parents.

"Nope, not a thing" she replied from the other line "And you know my mom always likes to keep track of everything around the neighborhood and even she doesn't know that much about them."

"You think they might be sisters?"

"Maybe" She said after giving a moment of thought "none of them look old enough to be the other's mother, and they are all sort of similar."

"My dad thinks they might turn out to be shut-ins or something, on account they have those privacy windows and cameras." He said looking out his window towards the now occupied house, no lights appeared to be on.

"Well who wouldn't want those? I'd certainly like one for my bathroom window."

"I told you that was an accident!" Jake said annoyed that she had brought that up.

"Sure it was, perv." She said still unconvinced of his sincerity.

"Dad asked me to check the hose spigot and you just happened to be getting out of the shower when I passed the window, I didn't even see anything!"

"Be thankful you didn't because if you had you wouldn't be alive right now."

"Ya, ya, I'd probably turn to stone at the sight of you medusa."

For a second there was no reply, Jake took this as a victory at first until Jessie brought out her comeback.

"You know I can recall a certain boy who at four years old lead his mom in a chase around the neighborhood wearing nothing but unwashed soap suds that did little to cover the parts one would want to keep hidden, such as that tick-tac of yours."

Jake was boiling now, this event had indeed happened, but as she had pointed out he was only four at the time, he didn't know any better. What worse is that there were several neighbors who had witnessed the pursuit as well and none had seemed to have forgotten it either. Jake could only think of one final comeback.

"Ya? Well...who'd want to look at you?" and he turned off his phone.

It wouldn't be till afterwards when he was laying in bed with his anger subsided that he began to feel that his last comment to Jessie was probably truly hurtful. Jessie, despite her outgoing nature was a very self conscious girl, although she would never admit it. In truth Jessie was always sort of pretty in her own way, in the past year he had begun to notice things about her he had never noticed about her before, things that felt oddly appealing to him. Her chest had started to fill up a little and he only just realized that her behind had a rather nice shape to it. In truth the story about the spigot was only mostly true, his dad had asked him to check it out and he didn't know that Jessie was taking a shower at the time. But when he saw her silhouette in the foggy window he couldn't help but stare at her, as he said he really hadn't seen anything, or at least not in detail. But she had seen him and next thing he knew she sprinted out her front door in only a bathrobe at such a speed that at first Jake wasn't sure that it was even Jessie for no one could have gotten outside so fast. He remembered her charging at him, swinging her leg back, and swung her shin right into his sack. Never before had he felt something so painful, he must have laid there for almost ten minutes before he found the strength to get back up. As far as he could tell she told no one of the altercation, perhaps she felt that olympic kick to his nuts was punishment enough.

The memory of that kick made Jake feel a familiar soreness resonate in his loins, although that seemed to do little to calm his growing erection. He sat up in bed and fumbled with the fly of his pajama pants releasing his rather stiff cock from its confines. He didn't think he was John Holms but he certainly felt it was no tic-tac, he didn't feel he was any different than any other boy his age. He took a gentle grip of his shaft and slowly began to pump his fist up and down, he hadn't pawed off in a day or so so he knew it wouldn't take much to finish the job. He thought back to that night a few weeks ago, it was a cool evening and he was standing in the alleyway of their houses. Jessie had just stepped out of the shower and was drying herself off, but she didn't wrap the towel around her when she was done and she just continued to groom herself in front of the sink naked. The window was fogged but he could make out her outline as she leaned over the sink to brush her teeth. Her boobs were starting to come in, they weren't huge or anything but he could imagine that they looked nice. Her butt was nice and round too, toned from continuous athletic activity which gave her strong legs.

He made a grab for the tissue box and pulled out a few sheets, his paw was going into overdrive now. He tried to picture what she looked like behind the window, he had seen her naked a couple times before back when they were really little and they occasionally shared a bath together when either one of their parents babysat for them, but there wasn't really anything he could recall from it. He pictured her opening the window: with her looking at him with her long damp hair hanging down at her shoulders, she was smiling at him seductively with wanting eyes, she leaned out the window and was whispering to him.

"Wanna take a bath with me?"

"Oh SHIT!" Jake growled through gritted teeth

He felt jet after jet erupt from his loins and splatter on the tissues in his paws, some shots hit the tissue so hard that it splattered back on him but he made no effort to shield himself until it was over. Once the high had subsided he admired his handiwork; it was a hefty amount, probably a record for all he knew. What he was sure of was that he made a real mess of himself, the second shot had hit the first glob and sent drops of spooge in all directions. It was on his pajama pants, his belly, and a few landed on the sheets. He quickly tried to wipe off the drops off the sheets with the tissues, taking care to use only the still dry parts. Once he cleaned off his paws he deposited the now soaked tissue ball in a small discarded box that sat in the bottom of his trash bin, once the evidence was hidden away we cleaned himself off in his bathroom and tossed his pajama pants in the hamper, being thankful that stains didn't show up well in dark colors.

Just as he was about to walk back to his bed he stopped and looked at himself in the mirror. He had started to make daily rituals of self scrutinization of his body, checking for any development of muscle tone or if he was getting fat anywhere. In truth he was neither fat or strong, he had always had a slim build that showed nothing impressive or appalling. He certainly didn't think he was ugly in any way, he often got the handsome comment from older ladies who were mostly his mother's friends, but he certainly wished he was more handsome than he was already was. Girls his age rarely gave him a second glance, and the older prettier girls only laughed at him if he even tried to talk to them. Jessie on the other hand, he wasn't sure. He loved her like a sister even though she acted like a big sister despite being only a few months older than him, but part of him loved the rambunctious part of her. More and more she had been the topic of his fantasies whenever he pawed off ever since the fiasco in the alleyway a couple weeks ago and since then he had been wrestling with newfound feelings that he couldn't understand. Did he love her? Or was it just his feelings directing him to the one he thought he was most likely to hook up with? And if then would that be such a bad thing? He didn't know how she felt, and she never once told him about any boys she liked, and he certainly couldn't ask her mother or any of her friends without any of them getting suspicious. He often thought of the many difference scenarios that could transpire if he asked her how she felt, which included everything from another kick in the nuts to her suddenly gaining superpowers that allow her to lift him up into the air and throw him straight into the sun. A sad feeling fell over him as he continued to look over himself in the mirror, he had used his best friend for fapping material, and he couldn't feel any more guilty.

"Who'd want to look at you." He said to his reflection before sulking back to his bedroom.

He sat on the side of his bed, still naked and looked at his phone. He pulled up Jessie's text page and tried to come up with the best apology he could think of. After a long moment all he could think to type was:

Sorry about what I said.

He clicked send and waited. He checked the clock and found it was well past midnight, apparently his paw off session took a lot longer than he originally thought and concluded that chances were that she wouldn't see the text till morning. He docked his phone on his clock radio and slipped back under the covers, not bothering to redress himself. He stared at his phone for a long moment, wondering if she would reply in the next couple of minutes. If she did reply, what then? Would he wait till morning to read it, or would he need to reply as soon as he read it? In time his eyes began to win the argument and he slipped away into a deep sleep, his worries only fragment in the vast tapestry of his dreams.

. . .

Meanwhile next door at Jessie's house all were sound asleep, all save one. In a room decorated with various sports and rock band posters laid a young Jessie in her bed. The only light that was present was the light from the moon shining through her window which stood right beside her bed. The moon illuminated a young Jessie, who like Jake next door was in bed without clothes, but unlike him she was not asleep. Despite being completely exposed next to her window she made no effort to cover herself, she squirmed and withered as her paws touched and caressed sensitive spots of her body. She teased a nipple of her budding bosom while a free paw slid down across her belly and begun to gently caress her folds of her womanhood. Beside her was a photo of her and Jake that was taken several months ago, it was from the day she and Jake went to the beach together with their parents. Jake was dressed in a pair of white trunks adorned with black tribal bands while she was wearing her first two piece, it certainly wasn't too revealing or anything but she thought it looked cute. The two of them where posing next to a sand castle they had just built, both of them had their arms on each other's shoulders and where smiling from having such a fun day. Unbeknownst to Jake, Jessie had spent most of the day observing his almost naked body, he never really noticed it but he had developed some tone on his stomach from all the games they had been playing. His chest, his back, his shoulders, and especially the outlines of his butt and sheath when his trunks got soaked. The whole day she wanted to find the right moment to pants him so she could get a good look at his sheath, or at least at his cute butt, but the opportunity never presented itself. None the less she had a wonderful time, and she learned much about her dear friend.

"Oh Jake" she quietly moaned as pressed a finger firmly against her slit.

It was sort of ironic that she desperately wanted to see him naked and yet she got so angry at him when she noticed him standing in the alleyway while she was drying off from a shower. It was true in what he said about really not being able to see her through the fogged up window, and in truth she couldn't say for sure how long he had been standing there looking at her. What had really terrified her wasn't so much that she was almost seen naked, but that he almost saw her touching herself. Jake had no way of telling but in that moment it didn't matter to her. With a fluid motion she swung on a bathrobe and sprinted out of the house so fast that no one initially notice her until she walked back inside after slamming her shin into Jake's junk. It had been the closest she had ever come to feeling it and it hurt him beyond description.

"Im sorry Jake, you just scared me is all, let me make it feel better." She whimpered as she felt for her button which she squeezed as hard as she could.

She looked out the window which faced the alleyway, she could see his bedroom window only a few yards away from hers, one needed only crawl out and walk over to the other's like they often did since they were little. She didn't know why she was doing this with her blinds pulled up, if anyone happened to pass by they would see her in all her glory. Deep down she wanted to seen, but only by one special person. She wanted him to show up at her window and enter with their "secret knock" that they came up with when they were little and still used out of fun despite being very long and elaborate. She wanted to open the window and pull him into her bed on top of her so that she could pull off his clothes and kiss him and touch him in all of his sensitive places. She wanted to tell him things, things she never told any one, she always had trouble opening up to people outside of family. And she wanted him to open up to her, even though she knew almost everything about him, she desperately wanted find the words that formed the key that would open his heart to her and she would gladly give him the key to hers. She wanted to experience it all, she wanted to feel the earth shake and shift beneath her, and she wouldn't be afraid because she would be holding on to him the whole time and would never let go.

She had two fingers inside her now, and was forced to bite down on her pillow to restrain the noises she found herself unable to conceal. She looked at the picture again and tried her best to picture the two of them together in her bed, as if no one else existed in the entire world. But no, she changed the venue, they were at the beach again, it just the two of them on the whole shore. It wasn't a nude beach but they had no swimsuits on, they were walking paw in paw as the sun set on the ocean, casting a orange tint across the sky. Then they were running, one after the other until one of them tackled the other and they went rolling onto the sand. They wrestled playfully until one of them was on top, she let him win and he playfully pinned her to the ground with a playful smile across his face. Then his grip on her wrists relaxed, and he ran his fingers through her hair as he kissed her. Her arms wrapped around his chest while he gridded his hips into her pelvis, making her legs spread wide for him. She slid her fingers in as far as she could go and touched the special spot she had read about, the part that would send her over the edge if done right. He was thrusting into her, her legs wrapped around his waist urging him on. Her claws dug into his back and he looked deep into her eyes the whole time, never once did he blink. His thrust started to quicken, they went deeper and harder, and his grunts almost sounded painful. She knew he was close, and she'd welcome him all, every bit of him.

"OH JAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!" She squealed into her pillow, hoping to god no one heard her.

Her back arched and her toes curdled as spasm after continuous spasm ran up her spine until she plopped back down, exhausted beyond belief. She stared at the ceiling for the longest moment trying to catch her breath and fought with all her effort to not fall asleep. She certainly didn't want to run the risk of any of her parents to discover her the next morning in her present state, fully exposed in front of her window. With all the strength she could muster she grabbed the end of the sheets with her toes and pulled them up to belly button, from there she completely enveloped herself in their soft silky embrace. She looked once more out the window towards Jake's bedroom window, which she found was still dark and showed no signs of activity. She turned on her side and admired the picture again, thinking back to that happy day. As far as she knew Jake was more focused with the sandcastle than he was with her swimsuit, she had gotten it especially for him. She didn't expect him to say anything about it, but a glance or two would have been nice. Then she remembered the last thing he had said to her earlier:

"Ya? Well...who'd want to look at you?"

She knew Jake would never be one to be hurtful that had stung her so badly that she almost started crying when he hung up. Why had she brung up that stupid story from when he was four? She knew he hated and that it really peeved him but she really wanted to slam with for that Medusa comment. Did he really find her that unappealing? She knew she was a tomboy after all but did he seriously think she was ugly? Tears started to well up in her eyes until she noticed her phone, a single text message from Jake that she had failed to notice while she was lost in her fantasy. Cautiously she reached for it and swiped the message over so that she could read the single line of text.

Sorry about what I said.

Where it anybody else she would have taken it to be an empty apology, but after knowing her best friend for most of their lives she had come to know when he was truly sorry. Granted the text said little, she could feel the pain behind it. He was certain to give a more lengthy apology in person tomorrow during which time he's expect a her to give him one mother of a beating. She thought of what best way to punish him: a simple punch in the arm? Another surprise kick in the nuts? Perhaps some ear pulling? Her tears went away and a mischievous grin slowly stretched across her face.

She decided to think about it in the morning, but not before sending a reply.

"Don't worry about it..." she typed

After giving it a little though she added:

"dumbass ;)"

. . .

As the two cubs drifted off to sleep in their beds there was still one last soul was still awake on their street. She was sitting at her open bedroom window overlooking the street. She was smoking her weekly cigarette as she observed the two houses the two houses she saw the cubs return to after her sister called out to them, they looked so adorable. It had been a stressful couple of days getting everything ready for the move but they were close to finishing up with getting things set up around the house. Barely half the boxes have been unpacked and she can barely find anything despite labeling the boxes herself.

"Lord knows there's more to do tomorrow." She said to herself snuffing out the cigarette. She hadn't finished it, but she was doing her best to fully kick the habit.

She heard soft footsteps approach from behind and smiled instinctively knowing it was her youngest sibling. She felt her sister press her bare breasts against her back as she wrapped her arms around her neck in a loving embrace.

"Whatcha doing?" Her sister mumbled into her ear, seemingly half-awake.

"Nothing" she said cupping her sister's cheek and giving her a tender kiss on her lips before turning back towards the cub's houses, a hungry smile spreading across her lips.

"Just thinking about our new friends."