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The house was dim in the early Monday morning rays that peaked over the horizon of trees and other houses. In one of the five bedrooms lay a dark colored vixen. She bore a blue stripe that started just behind her royal purple nose, upping her face and flowed between her ears. Fanning for but a moment over here eyelids and coloring the tuft that lay messily on the pillow. The blue continued down the back of her head, down her back between her shoulder blades and continuing down her tail before breaking off to encircle her lavender tail tip.

Her small paws gripped her pillow as the small black alarm went off beside her bed. Her fingers were royal purple, with blue painted claws to match her blue paw pads. As she groaned and flickered open her red colored eyes she rose her long ovaled ears. Slowly her left paw patted around for the right button and the alarm fell quiet. Rolling she tossed the blanket off her legs and sat up, putting her feet paws on the ground. Her toes were the same purple as her hands, with painted claws to match the pads.

With a huff she got up and dug through her dresser, pulling out a pair of shorts and a clean tank top shirt before quickly pattering down the carpeted hall. She opened the white bathroom door and closed it behind her. She pulled her shirt over her head and dropped her bra. For a moment she looked in the mirror and placed her paws on her white breasts.

The white of her chest started just under her jaw, slipping down to cover her full chest and continuing down her torso to her legs. The white stopped on the inside of her thighs a few inches above her knees. Her royal purple heat now bare, she gently traced it with a paw, feeling the wet warmth of it for a moment.

A heavy knock fell on the door and she jumped with a yip.

"Zayra quit gawking at yourself and hurry up," said the male voice.

She growled a bit, "I'm not gawking!"

"We'll yer sure not showering!"

A shout came from down the hall, "Zay leave your sister alone!"

Zayra flicked her tail and turned on the water, smiling as her brothers footfalls fell back into his room across the hall from her own. She got in and lathered herself up and then rinsed. Once out she vigorously rubbed herself down with a thick towel and plugged in her hairdryer. She took ten minutes to brush and dry her dampened fur and then she wiggled into her underwear again, and pulled up her jean shorts. Once she wiggled into her clean tank top she opened the door and was quickly walking down the hall. "I'm out Zay," she hollered gently as she opened her door.

"About damn time," he huffed as he walked behind her.

She didn't look at him, shutting her door and digging through her dresser for a decent shirt. Her pajama clothes tossed lazily on the bed. She pulled out a blue cotton shirt with glittery words 'Blue is for girls too' and then picked up her purple school bag by the door. She trotted down the stairs and put her bag by the front door, beside her brothers black one. "Morning mom," she said brightly as she stepped into the kitchen.

At the counter stood an ash vixen with royal purple markings on her ears, arms and legs. She also had a purple tip on her tail, but lacked the blue stripe. She turned with her red eyes, "Good morning sweetie. Sleep well?"

Zayra slipped into her chair, "As best I can. What's for breakfast?"

The vixen, Mary, placed a bowl of oatmeal in front of her, "Eat up." She stroked her daughter's long ears and stepped back to the counter.

Down the steps came a slightly pudgy reynard. He was also ashy colored, but he had a large blue stripe up his face and down his back, stopping at his tail tip. He also had red eyes, but the stripe on his inner ears were blue, the inside a lighter blue. His blue paw pads pet along her head and ears, "Morning Zayra."

"Morning dad," she said and picked up her spoon, taking a mouthful.

Her father, Henry, sat at the table, wearing pressed dress pants, a blue button up shirt and a silver tie.

Her mother set a bowl in front of him, "Coffees almost done." She walked into the living room, standing at the bottom of the short set of eight stairs. "Zay you best hurry or your oatmeal will get cold."

"Comin Ma," he hollered from the bathroom.

The vixen picked up two bowls, each with a spoon and setting them on the table, taking her seat beside her husband. The other sat beside Zayra.

Zayra rose her eyes and looked past her mother as Zay came trotting down the steps.

Zay wore a pair of jeans with a black and silver band shirt. A chain dangling on his hip from the front to his back pocket. His coloration was just like Zayras, however, instead of her cute bangs, he bore a full mohawk that stood almost 5 inches tall and ran down the back of his head before blending into his mane. His claws were black, standing out against his purple paws.

She flattened her ears and ducked a little, but failed. Her tuft ruffled and messed up. She grumbled and shook her head, using her claws to brush her fur a bit and straighten it up as he sat beside her. With a huff she spooned more oatmeal into her mouth.

Henry cleared his throat, eyeing Zay hard.

Zay paused and swallowed his mouthful, looking up, "What?"

"Got your report card in the mail yesterday," he said. "Your GPA is falling again."

He huffed and tilted his bowl, scraping at the remains in the dish, "Nows not the best time to talk about this..."

"And why not," Henry asked sternly, a brow raising.

Zayra dropped her head and whined.

"Because if we argue about it now, we're going to be late for school," He got up and put his bowl in the sink.

"Zay Allen Reynolds you sit your ass back down."

Zays ears perked and he turned with a growl, "Not this shit again..."

"You will watch your language boy," Henry growled in return, standing.

Zayra got up, leaving her unfinished bowl and slipping up the stairs, her bedroom door slamming.

He huffed, "Great, now I have to go get Zayra out of her room." He put a hand on his hip, "We'll argue about it after school. You know Zayra freaks out when we're late and at this rate we will be." He stepped past the table and started up the stairs. He opened his sister's door and saw her on her bed, hugging her knees.

She sniffled a little, looking at him with her ears high.

"Come on, don't want to be late do you?"

She got up and took his outstretched paw, following him down the steps and to the door where their bags were. She picked up hers as he picked up his and followed him out. Her paw tightened as he shut the door, leading her off the porch and down the stone stairs. Around the raised flower bed they continued to descend until reaching the driveway with three vehicles.

Zay drove a simple black car, it was the newest of the three. Still shiny and fresh looking. He let go of her and dug in his pocket, pulling out his keys and hitting the remote 'unlock' button.

She got in just as he did and slammed their doors simultaneously.

He started the car, head lifting to look at the front door where Henry stood with his arms crossed. He put his paw on the back of Zayras seat and looked back, backing out into the street, and stopping, shifting into drive and hit the gas a little heavily. His tires squealed for a moment and he took off down the quiet street.

After they were out of sight he slowed down, to five miles above the speed limit and sighed heavily. "You okay sis?"

"I'll be okay," she sniffled, wiping her face with her paw.

He took her left paw in his and held her hand, "Don't worry about me, okay? Just worry about your homework."

She looked at him and cracked a small smile, but it faded as she whimpered, "Zay.. he's just going to keep getting mad at you..."

"I know, I've got a couple papers late... and an essay or... two... I just haven't had a lot of time for homework. Kathy is demanding..."

Zayra rolled her eyes and looked out the window.

He rose a brow, but didn't have to look at her, "Zayra... Why are you still crying?"

She sniffled, "I'm not..."

"You can't lie to me," he said, gently squeezing her hand. "Just tell me whats wrong."

"It's Kathy..." She whimpered.

He stopped at a light, "What about her?" He could feel the worry from her radiating in his own chest. Worry, fear, both seeming to crush on himself. "Sis?"

She sniffled, "She's been making me do her homework... She's says if I don't she'll tell you that I'm making her do my homework and that I steal her homework to cheat off it..."

He sighed heavily, "How long has this been going on?"

"A week after you started dating her..."

"Zayra that's two months!"

She dropped her head and put her paws over her ears.

Zay took a deep breath and let it out slowly, turning a corner, "Sorry...." He pulled into a line of other cars, "It'll be okay sis."

She looked at him and held his paw tightly, then closed her eyes and flattened her ears, "I forgot my phone..."

He smiled, "Dork."

She held his paw firmly, "I'm adorkable..."

He pulled into the parking lot in front of the school, "Yer somethin' that's for sure." He parked in an open space and licked his whiskers, checking his reflection.

She turned to him, eyeing the small, vertical scar on his right cheek just below the corner of his eye. Then the one on the left of his nose. She twitched her ears back, remembering how he got them both, the one on his cheek was from a glass shard that had flown up and hit him. Mom had pulled it out herself.

As for the one on his nose, he had split his nose open during a fist fight on the second day of seventh grade. She'd been the cause of it. She had bumped into an eighth grade coyote boy who shoved her.

Zay had been right next to her and stood over her, the growl that had ripped from him still haunted her memory. Regardless the coyote hit him in the face, and the two flew into a fist fight in the hall. Neither had really 'won' but Zay got off easy compared to the coyote who switched middle schools. The scar on his nose was the end result. She still remembered Zay pressing himself against a wolf teacher, yelling at the injured coyote, 'Don't ever lay your hands on my sister again!'

Zayra felt a pull on her right ear and she yipped, being half dragged out of the car.

"Girl we're going to be late," he barked. He grabbed her bag and shut her door, nodding as it locked. He pushed on her and handed her her bag.

She walked beside him, feeling his tail twist around her and under her tail, lifting it.

"You're dragging your tail," he said. "Least wait till we're inside before you do that, the grounds wet."

She held her tail higher and smiled a little, "Right, sorry."

His tail shifted away and he smiled, trotting with her into the school and into the big main hall where they gathered before class. His ears lifted, eyes darting slowly between odd yellow colors and smiled, placing his arm around Zayra's shoulders.

She looked up at him as he lead her forward. "Zay.... Where are we... oh no..."

He leaned over the pretty yellow retriever's shoulder. "Morning Kathy."

The girl perked her floppy ears and turned quickly, her little pink dresses skirt lifting as she twirled. "There you are Zay. You're late," she sassed playfully.

He gave her a warm smile, looking down at the full head shorter dog. His eyes wandered to the group, his group of friends. They were mainly football players, but some of them he had in his weight lifting class. The males muscular, the few girls present were cheerleaders and their girlfriends. 'This might damage my standing a little, but as long as it gets the point across.' He looked down at Kathy who put her paws on his shirt, smiling and wagging, obviously expecting her morning kiss.

He kept his pleasant smile, "I've noticed your grades have been raising. Your homework always seems to be done."

Her smile started to seem a little forced, "Yeah? That's not a problem is it?"

His expression didn't change, "No no of course not cupcake. You need good grades to keep your cheer status." He put his nose down but then shifted his nose away as she went to kiss him. "But I am curious to why my sister has four pages of homework with your name on it."

The group looked around quietly.

Kathy blinked, batting her mascaraed eyelashes. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Zay flared his nose, smelling fear on her, "You know you can't lie to me." He rose his head and stepped back from her, pulling his arm from Zayras shoulders and pulling out some folded papers from his pocket. As he unfolded them his expression was still a warm smile. He held them out, "Looks like your handwriting, and the note of what questions need done for your math homework is there too. Also your handwriting. Directions to double check my poor sisters hard work because last time you got a low grade."

Kathy turned to Zayra, "She stole it!"

"Your homework? Who in their right mind steals unfinished and incorrect homework?" His ears twisted as bystanders turned and watched, 'Oooh'ing and giggling 'busted'.

Kathy flattened her ears, growling and turned to Zayra, "You little bitch."

Zay stepped in front of Zayra, lowering his head and growling, baring his teeth. His tail shifted to circle his sister's legs. His ears twitched as he heard teachers hurrying their way and quickly composed himself, standing tall over her, "Stay away from my sister." He turned and started away.

Kathy reached for him, "Zay wait! You're not leaving me are you?"

He turned back to her, head tilting in confusion, "Why would I stay with a girl who bullies my sister?"

"It's just some homework," Kathy stated.

"And you tried saying she stole it from you," he looked at the teachers as they walked up.

A rather young wolf teacher put himself between Kathy and Zay, "Zay, whats going on?"

He held out the homework, "Kathy's been making my sister do her homework. Now she's just mad I'm dumping her." He let the teacher take the homework and walked away, "Zayra, come."

Zayra looked around and trotted after. The first bell rang and they walked to their lockers, side by side. She watched him pick out a couple books from his locker and wiped her face with her paw.

He lifted his ears as she sniffled, "Zayra? Are you crying again?"

She shook her head, "Nu..."

He stood and shut his locker, lowering his head and putting his forehead to her tuft.

Her tail flicked and she put her arms in front of her, blushing noticeably. "Thanks bubby... For standing up for me... I know you don't like it, but it means alot to me."

He smiled and nosed her cheek, "You're my sister, you mean everything to me. More than Kathy ever did. Means now I might be able to finish those essays... Get dad off my ass." He pulled away and ruffled her tuft with his paw, "Later sis." He stepped around her and then paused, reaching in his back pocket and pulling out a phone, turning to hold it in front of her face. "Make sure you turn your ringtone down, dork."

She took her phone with both paws and watched him go. Her tail flicking gently and she started for her first class.

Zay plopped in his german class and sighed heavily. 'I don't want to admit it to her... but I kinda did have a thing for Kathy... She was really good at sucking dick too. Granted that should make me worry... Same with that always already stretched pussy of hers. Kinda bad when I can pull my knot out out of it...'

Zayra was headed to her lunch class, gym. She had last lunch today and her feet paws dragged. 'Mile practice... Great... And it's still wet out so we'll probably be inside.' She sat in the bleachers and huffed, watching her ferret teacher do attendance just before the bell. She then went into the girl's locker room and claimed a locker to stuff her school bag in. She slipped her shirt over her head and left it on the concrete bench that extended around the room.

She then pulled her sports bra over her regular bra, then wiggled her grey gym shirt over her head. Her ears twitched a bit as she heard giggles.

"Maybe Zay should work with her. She's got more flab than I do," whispered a girl.

Zayra flattened her ears and pushed on the bottom of her shirt. She could see the bit of pudge that stuck out in her shirt over her pants.

"Shut up, she might hear you. The last thing you want is on Zays bad side."

"He's all bark and no bite," the girl giggled.

"He doesn't have to. I heard the last girl that gave him trouble, he got one of his friends to flirt with her and took a picture and her boyfriend broke up with her."

Zayra sat and wiggled out of her shorts, and then pulled on a thin pair of baggy gym shorts. She slipped them over her hips and fastened the velcro over her tail to hold it in place. Standing she picked up her clothes and stuffed them in her locker, placing her phone and earbuds in her gym shorts pocket and slipping a key on a chain over her head and ears before snapping a lock in place.

She turned quickly and walked out, sitting back in the bleachers for further instructions.

They were then lead to the auxiliary gym where they would be running the upper levels circle for all of class to practice for the mile next thursday. Their teacher blew his whistle and they took off, keeping a steady trot while others took off in more of a run.

Zayra on the other hand, could only trot a single circle before she had to walk. She kept it to a fast walk, but her lungs burned. The air felt ice cold in her throat, her lungs felt dry as a desert. She watched as two human girls in skimpy running outfits trotted past her, trotting away giggling. She felt her ears flatten as more people passed her. She finished her second round and started walking her third, looking down at the main floor as the weightlifting class was doing their morning workout. Stretches, sit up, push ups.

She spotted Zay easily, he was having little issue keeping up with them. His shirt was a pale blue lighter than his cobalt stripe, and he wore matching gym shorts. Even from where she stood on the far side of the gym, she could see his ripped muscles flex under his fur.

"Zayra!"

She perked and realized she'd stopped walking.

There was giggling around her as she started walking again, moving to a trot as best she could. After half a lap she was gasping, ears back and tail dragging. However she was still doing a fast walk at the least.

"Alright, four laps and meet in the room," the teacher below said. A well built warthog.

Zay was up and almost leading the way to the open doors.

She watched him take off from the steps, running easily and passing people as they tried to race the other class. She noticed Zay round the last bend, ahead of his class and coming up behind her. Her ears flattened and she blushed as he paused beside her.

He took her paw, "Come on slowpoke. Race you to the door."

Her ears lifted and she took off, keeping in step with him despite how badly her lungs hurt. Though she knew he was holding back just for her, she appreciated it. She rounded the corner and he picked up his pace. She in turn did the same, sprinting beside him.

They rounded the next bend together and darted around the bend next to the door, running away from it as they continued their laps.

After his four laps were done he stopped and let Zayra continue with a walk lap.

Once class was almost over they went back downstairs to change back into their street clothes. She was just packing her gym clothes away when she heard the girls again.

"Her brother had to be with her to get her over a walk, it's humiliating."

"Yeah it kinda is... I mean... If Zay didn't always worry about Zayra he wouldn't be weighed down all the time."

"Well they are brother and sister. And Zayra is his little sister."

"But they're the same age," one of the girls said.

Zayra shouldered her bag and started for the door.

"They're twins stupid," another said.

Zayra kept her ears down as she walked toward the second door, away from the girls.

"But they're like... identicals aren't they? I mean, their colorations are like... just like each others."

"I thought they were fraternal, you know, not identical. I mean Zays a guy, and Zayras a girl. If they were identicals they'd at least be the same size and gender then right?"

Zayra paused and sighed quietly, knowing they'd never hear her, "We're polar twins..."

Zay was in the library for his english class, looking over a dieting book he was thinking about signing out for his book report due in two weeks. 'Without Kathy I'll have a lot more free time after school... Damn... I forgot how nice it is not dating such a needy bitch.' He flicked his tail and his ears rose as someone stepped up beside him.

"Hi Zay," she said gently in her whisper.

Zay was sitting with a foot under the table and the other on the chair with his knee up. His eyes turned, catching the tight jeans with bedazzled pockets, and the slightly pudgy yellow shirt with what looked like a grey undershirt. His eyes continued up to her large breasts, a blue bra peeking out from the undershirt, against the thin pale yellow shirt. 'Hello beautif.... Fuck...'

She was human, a pale brunette with freckles and brown eyes, but was more or less attractive.

'Suppose being single again does mean I'll need someone to bang... It's tappable,' he smiled gently, "Hey Meg, whats up?"

She had her hand on the chair beside him, her book already on the table, "Can I sit with you?"

He shifted his tail across the floor and nodded, watching her sit and scoot closer to him. His tail shifted to round her chair and he smiled.

"So... heard you're single now," she said quietly.

"Yup," he said gently, "She had it coming for a while."

Meg turned in her seat to half face him, "Anywhere you have to be after school?"

His ears dipped back as he made a pondering expression and then sighed, "Yeah, I have to take my sister home." He rose a brow and turned to her a little, "But if you're looking for a round who says we have to wait?"

She blushed, her face turning pink as she rose a hand to stroke her hair, "W-what if we get caught?"

"I know just the place," he said gently.

She giggled and put her hands in her lap, "Really? What about..." She looked around and leaned toward him, "What about protection?"

His tail wrapped around the right hand side of her chair and pulled her chair closer, "Never leave home without at least a few."

Her blush visibly darkened, "When should...you know..."

He pulled out his phone and handed it to her, "I'll text you next period. Just ask for a restroom break. I'll have you meet me somewhere quiet."

She nodded and put in her contact information, and then sat quietly the rest of class, visibly shifting with excitement.

The bell rang and he quickly signed out the book, watching Megs plump rear leave out the glass doors. He shoved the book in his bag and followed her out. Then gently passed her, curling his tail to gently brush just under her butt and continuing on. Hearing her excited, but nervous giggle.

He walked through the halls, catching Kathy's scent near his locker. He looked around for her and put in his combination. He opened it and looked around, it a moment. Nothing was missing and he didn't see anything in it either. 'I know I never gave her my combination... Much as she asked.' He picked out his Biology book and closed his locker.

Once in class he waited for his moment. In the meantime they were partnered up, girls picking guys. Of course Kathy claimed him quickly, sitting in the seat beside him. He was ignoring her mostly, focusing on his book when she slid him a paper.

He looked at it, frowning and then writing a response. He slid it back and a smirk crossed his face.

Just as she lifted to read it, the teacher, the male wolf that had gotten between them at the start of school, snatched it up.

Zay put a paw over his mouth as he snickered, knowing what was coming next.

The class looked at him as he cleared his throat and straightened the paper. "Let's see here. 'I can't believe you dumped me for having your sister help me with my homework.'" He huffed and continued, "The response," he said looking around the room. "'I dumped you because my sister said you were forcing her, and that if she so much as thought about refusing, you'd tell me she was cheating off your homework. Which is pretty much what you said in the main hall about her having 'stole' your homework. Not even your perfume can cover up the reek of your lies. Now stop being childish, and read chapter four.'" He lowered the note, seeing tears in the corners of Kathy's eyes. "If that will be all..."

Zay nodded and turned back to his book, tail wrapped to his left around his own chair.

She looked down at the table and a tear dripped from her cheek.

The room returned to normal and Zay flipped the page.

"I loved you," she mumbled.

He looked at her sideways, "The feeling was mutual, but my sister comes first." He got up and walked up to the counter where the teacher was looking over papers. "Restroom," he said simply.

He handed him a stapler that had the class room number on it.

Zay took it and walked out, leaving his things. The door was barely shut before he whipped out his phone. 'Now or never. What class you in?'

She answered pretty quick, 'Art. Where are we meeting?'

'Meet me at the doors to the main gym,' he replied and started down the steps. He only had to wait for a few moments before she showed up.

He took her hand and lead her across the empty gym floor. He pushed open the guy locker rooms door and lead her in.

"Are you sure we'll be okay in here? What if they come back?"

"The miles next week, they're in the auxiliary gym. We'll be done and gone before they get near the gym. Ten minutes tops." He pulled her through the bathroom area and took a left through a broken handled door.

"Where are we?"

"Laundry room," he said pushing the door closed. "Handles been broken all year." He turned to her and a grin crossed his mug. He turned her around and pressed her against the washer, "Just a quickie." He reached around her as his nose dropped to her neck and gently kissed and licked. His paws unbuttoned her jeans and wiggled them down.

"Y-You don't take much time," she whimpered a little.

He hovered over her, "If you don't want it, just say so. But you're the one who agreed in the first place." He grabbed her blue thongs and pulled them aside, murring into her neck. He put his paw on his own jeans and undid his pants, fishing in for a moment and stroking his sheath.

His nose buried into her neck, murring as her aroused scent filled his nose, and he hardened. He pulled away for a moment and fished out his wallet, pulling out a gold wrapper and tearing it open. He rolled the rubber on, and pulled her thong aside again and directed the tip against her. He licked along her neck as he dove in, putting a paw over her mouth as she went to scream in surprise. "You wanna get caught?"

She shook her head, "Sorry... Just... oh you're so big."

Zay kept his right hand on her hip, his left bending her over, "Gotta hurry, can't knot." He thrusted sharply and moaned a little, delving deep into her each time, but not pressing more than the condom in. He panted and gently kissed at her neck, 'Damn humans... I wanna bite but with no fur I'd hurt her.' He groaned as she came on his covered flesh. 'I'm not even close yet... Damn...' He put his jaw on her shoulder, opening his maw and panting, "Fuck this is good..."

She reached a hand back and grabbed his mane, "Don't stop."

He opened his maw and put his teeth to her shoulder, "That's it..." He thrusted faster, double checking his measurements were right. He still hadn't passed the condom. As he thrusted, it was uninteresting, but he growled as he came and filled the condom. Pulling out of her and huffing. "Worth the lecture."

She smiled and put her right leg down from where she had put it, "Fuck... We need to do that again," she said lifting her shorts.

"Could, but not today," he patted her head and opened the door. He threw the condom in the trash and used warm water to clean off the extra cum that streaked his royal purple flesh and then shoved it in his boxers, lifting his jeans back over himself and zipping.

Meg giggled, "Wasn't expecting you to have a purple cock."

He lifted his ears and turned, "Better than a pink one."

"So does that mean your sister's pussy is purple to?"

He tilted his head, buckling his belt, "Like I'd know." He washed his paws and lead her out.

"She's your twin isn't she? Are you guys fraternal then?"

"Not really, our parents always explained that we're only half fraternal. We're polar twins." He perked his ears and yanked on her, around the corner from the door, putting a hand over her mouth.

He watched a rhino teacher walk past, and waited a few seconds and lead her out into the hall.

"So... What is a polar twin?"

"We're half fraternal, half identical," he said. "Looked it up a few years ago. It's why we have the same coloration, but are different genders with different body types and personalities. Dumb luck, and lots of shared DNA."

"That means your sister has a purple pussy, the same color as your dick," Meg half asked.

He shrugged, "I guess, not like I've seen it."

"You never took a bath with her when you were little?"

"We stopped bathing together when we were four," he said. He flicked his tail and looked around the halls, "Better hurry up and get back to class."

She nodded and started down the crooked hall.

He trotted back to class and set the stapler down, flicking his tail again as he sat beside Kathy.

Her nose flared and her lips twitched. "Maleslut," she grumbled.

He ignored her and continued reading, scribbling down answers for the questions at the end of the chapter. Once the bell rang he trotted down to his final class for the day, Social studies. He hurried to his locker to get his book, and then trotted toward his class, spying her carefully. He came up behind her and wrapped his tail under hers, "How's school so far?"

Zayra looked up at him, "Been okay. Hows your day been?"

"Kinda quiet," he said. "Phones barely gone off all day."

They walked into class and sat in their desks, right beside each other. The two opened their books, pulled out a notebook and a pencil.

Their teacher was a female kangaroo, lumbering around the black chalkboard and using white chalk. Once the bell rang everyone was sat down and quiet.

"Good morning class," she said gently.

"Good morning Mrs. Johnson," they all said, some later or earlier than the rest.

She nodded and stepped to the side, "Today we will be continuing our studies of Human and Anthro relationships, and the Civil War. Please open your books to page one eight three and begin reading. Then answer the critical thinking questions and review questions at the end of the chapter. When you are finished with that, please close your book so I know you're done. You may work with your seat partner, but I ask you keep the noise down."

There was some chair shuffling and then murmuring as people read quietly.

Zays tail brushed across the small space behind him and wrapped around his sister's chair and desk.

Zayras tail was already between their chairs, wrapped over her feet paws to keep them warm while she read.

The bell rang and Zayra yawned, putting a paw over her mouth as she did. "Did you get chapter four done?"

"Most of it," he replied, closing his book on his notebook and getting up. "I'm beat..." He shoved his book in his bag and stood, narrowly avoiding stepping on her tail.

She got up and walked beside him, bag on her back, "Do you think Dad's still mad?"

"He had work today, he'll probably be home late, as usual, and be too tired to argue about it." He put an arm around her, "You worry too much. We always have at least a few hours alone. Gives me time to get some reading done."

She smiled up at him, "If you need help, you can just ask."

"Nah, I've just gotta do a couple essays, and catch up on some math homework," he said smoothly. He noticed a guy at a water fountain, just in reach. 'Haven't seen him all day.' Zay lifted his tail and bapped the otter on the back, dunking his face in the stream of water. Gentle as it was the otter turned and hissed.

Zay smiled a little, 'Yup, I still remember you starting the water phobia rumor.'

Zayra felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and pulled it out. "Mom says dads working late, and she's taking advantage of over time. Dinner's on us. Says there's meatloaf in the fridge."

He shuddered, mouth opening as his nose twisted, tongue out, "Bleh."

She giggled, "Pretty sure there's still a pizza in the freezer."

The climbed in the car and Zay backed out of his spot, paws twisting on the wheel as he followed the flow of traffic. He flattened his ears and huffed, "God I'm beat."

"Weight lifting?"

"No just... too much happened today," he said. "Broke up with my girlfriend, started talking to another girl, dad yelling this morning. Our mile run this week."

She put a paw on his arm, "You'll do fine, you have the fastest mile time in your class."

"Yeah, but..." He sighed heavily, "Nevermind. I just want to go home and do my homework so dad can get off my ass."

They were driving off of the school ground and through town when Zay was at a red light. He lifted his paws and rubbed his face with a groan, "I don't want pizza..."

"Then what sounds good?"

"Fast food," he said. "I just can't decide which one... I just know I'm hungry."

She looked out her window and turned back to him, "How about a burger? I could go for a chicken sandwich..."

"Works for me," he said, flicking on his turn signal, and moving into the shorter turn lane. He pulled into the parking lot and picked a spot. "Come on, I'm starving."

She giggled and climbed out, shutting her door. Once inside Zay ordered her a chicken meal, and he got four large burgers, a large fry, and drink.

They picked a table by the window into the playground area and Zay eagerly started eating, his tail flicking happily under the table. "Mff."

Zayra smiled and put a fry in her mouth, "Regular?"

He nodded, tongue licking over his lips as some ketchup escaped.

She took his cup and her own, walking over to the pop area and putting ice in it. She kept her ears down to avoid taking in so much noise from the other customers, her tail half wrapped around her to avoid hitting anyone with it. As she filled the second cup with the dark brown cola she heard someone near her grumble.

"Damn animals... bet I'll find blue fur in my food now."

"Carl, be nice, she might be able to hear you," a woman replied to the man.

"How do you know it's a girl? What if it's one of those weird trans people? It was sitting with one that looks just like it but bigger."

"That's enough, before you make them mad, finish your fries."

Zayra put lids on the pops, and then picked out two straws, pulling off the paper and inserting the straws into the cups. As she picked them up she felt pulling on her tail and paused, looking back at a very young child who had ahold of her lavender tail tip.

"Puppy," the little human child cooed, pressing her tail to the sticky ground and pressing their face on her fur.

A shiver raced up her spine, 'He's touching me! What do I do?'

Thankfully a woman stepped quickly over, "Oh my goodness, I'm sorry. Pete, let go of her tail. Remember? We don't grab tails." She pried her child's fingers open as he pouted and picked him up. "Are you okay Miss?"

Zayra nodded awkwardly, "I'll be okay." She turned and walked back to the table.

"That was cute," Zay said.

She put her foot on his tail and grabbed some fur between her toes, pulling.

He winced a little, "Point taken."

She dipped a fry in ketchup and put it in her mouth, opening the little box with her sandwich. Sitting with silence between them as they ate. Once they were finished Zay drove home.

Zayra waited for him to open the door and started up the steps, "I'll be in my room doing my homework."

Zay followed and then split into his own room, "I'll be jammin'."

Zay was reading his book, lounging on his bed and licking at bread bits he kept finding in his teeth. He had his headphones on, foot bouncing in the air from his mildly crossed legs. It had been over two hours since they'd come home, and he sat up, 'Wonder if she's still doing her homework... God I wanna fap... Leak first.' He got up, tossing his headphones down and leaving his book on the bed to keep his page. He pulled open his door and started down the hall. 'Lights on but the doors open.' He rose a paw to pick at his left ear that was still kind of ringing from his music. His right paw pushed open the door as he dropped his left arm.

He stopped, ears popping up as his eyes widened.

Zayra was naked, leaning over the side of the tub reaching for the knob. Her tail was raised and to the right across the toilet seat. Her white furred heat interrupted by the brightness of color. Her slit was a very familiar royal purple, glistening and it had a small gape to it's opening.

The scent of her slits juices drifted to his nose as Zayra turned with wide eyes.

Neither moved, unwavering wide eyes and blushing.

She squealed and turned, falling into the tub and wrapping her tail around her body. "ZAY! Get out!"

He jerked and slammed the door, "Sorry!" He put his back to it and took a few gulping breaths. His heart pounded in his chest, and weight fell on his shoulders. 'Fuck I should have been paying attention.' His paw hit his forehead, 'God damn it...' He went to his room and sat on his bed. With a few more breaths he picked up his headphones and continued reading his book.

He heard her get out of the shower and start for her room. He got up and flattened his ears, grabbing her arm gently. "Sis I-"

She whirled and slapped him. It wasn't hard, more of a tap compared to the slaps he'd gotten before, but it was a slap nonetheless. She sniffled and turned, tearing her arm away and slamming her door.

Stunned he let her go, blinking a bit as he came to and touched his left cheek. He moved to her door and heard her sitting against the door on the other side. He got down and sat against her door, leaning his head back, "I'm sorry sis... I didn't know you were in there."

"You saw me naked," she sniffled. "You were staring!"

He slumped a bit, "I didn't mean to... I've just never seen you... like that before..."

"Like what? Fat? Ugly?"

"Woah woah! Zayra you're not fat or ugly," he turned his head toward the side.

"Then why were you staring?"

He shrugged, "I don't know... It was surprising. I wasn't exactly expecting to see your tail end on my way into the bathroom."

She sniffled again, "Should we tell mom and dad?"

"They don't need to know sis. They'll just make a big deal out of it. You know them... All my fault. Say something like I was going to take advantage of you, or... something creepy... It was just an honest mistake Zayra."

"I guess," she replied.

He sighed, "I'm going to go take a shower... Ice cream and a movie after?"

"Sure..."

He got up, and put his paw on the door, "I love you sis..."

She inhaled a snort and whimpered, "I love you too bubby."

He walked into his room and grabbed his sleep clothes, and then walked into the shower with his phone. 'Music, check. Door shut, check.' He tossed his clothes on the floor and started stripping, he stood at the toilet, lifting the seat and sighing as he pointed his half erect cock down and his ears fell to the side. 'Fuck I had to pee...' He licked his whiskers gently. Once he was done he turned and lifted the knob, turning it and sighing as the water rained down on his arm and then wet his ear.

He climbed in and closed the curtain, wetting his fur, and then lathering himself up. Stroking his fur and after just a few minutes he lowered his right paw and stroked his fully erect flesh. He moaned quietly, putting his left paw on the wall in front of him, standing under the water as he started stroking himself. Lifting his paw to the tip he closed his eyes, 'God Kathy still had a pretty cunt... She could definitely take me... Meg could too. If I believed she was clean I probably would have tried knotting her.'

The water made the shampoo drip down his body, soaking his thick fur and acting as a lube on his flesh. His paw stroked faster, lifting his pinkie away to gently caress his knot when his paw pressed against it. 'I'd pound Meg again. She was pretty tight. Could use a little grooming but... fuck it was nice. Tighter than Kathy.' He breathed and pictured Meg's little pussy, taking his cock. Imagining his knot slamming on her. The pink lips spread and wet, her puckered asshole twitching.

As his pleasure built, and his knot started to expand, he internally flinched. Megs pink ass and pussy turned dark. Instead he was burying his cock in an equally purple pussy that glistened and twitched around his cock.

The fur around her pussy was white, ending just behind her pussy and black around her purple puckered rear. She was moaning, eagerly.

He shook his head, 'Nope nope nope nope! I'm thinking of Meg. Megs human hole, how it took em and... fuck Zayra... Shit...' His fist moved faster, 'She looked so tight. She must have played with herself before deciding to take a shower. Wonder how many fingers she can shove in herself.'

Zays cock twitched, knot swelling as his fist slammed harder, 'Fuck... Fuck I bet she's so tight.That tight virgin cunt...' His paw tightened and he flattened his ears, gritting his teeth as his cock exploded, cum spurting and making a wet smack on the wall. With his tongue hanging out he panted, drooling as his cock twitched happily, dripping remaining cum into the bottom of the shower to be washed away.

Opening his eyes he blushed, 'Holy shit... That's a lot of cum...' He picked the shower head off the wall, turning it on the hose to spray the wall down and part of the hose itself that had dangled in front of him. 'Can't believe I let my sister get into my head while jerking off. I fuckin' came to my sisters cunt.' He huffed and turned off the water, shaking his coat and stepping out.

On his way back to his room he paused at her door, wearing his grey gym shorts, shirtless with a towel around his neck. His mohawk was free of it's hair gel, making more of an exaggeration of his mane on his head.

He knocked on her door, "How 'bout that ice cream?"

She got off her bed and opened the door, "What movie are we going to watch?"

"Not sure, I'm thinking a horror movie," he said. "Mom and dad should be home by seven, so we'll have to stay out of the living room... My TV's bigger."

She nodded, "Okay."

They went downstairs and he got out the ice cream, scooping the vanilla treat into bowls and adding sprinkles onto one, and caramel drizzle to both.

She was in the living room looking through movies.

Zay followed her up the steps and handed her the sprinkled ice cream, taking the movie in return. He set his ice cream on his nightstand and put his movie in his game station, picking up the game controller and sitting beside her on his bed. Once the movie was playing he picked up his bowl and took a bite.

About ten minutes into the movie he set his bowl aside, and taking hers as she held the licked clean bowl out. He set it in his bowl and scooted back, laying down on his side. He laid his head in his hand, elbow on his pillow. His left paw on his wrinkled sheets.

After a few more minutes she laid down beside him, curling just a couple inches away from him.

He looked at her face, her eyes focused on the TV. His eyes then wandered down her form, her grey tank top, black bra strap, her navy blue shorty shorts. He looked at her tail, placed over her feet. His ears twitched as the sounds of a vehicle pulled into the drive. "Sounds like moms home..."

She nodded and curled up a little, resting her head in her arm.

He turned his attention back to the TV, an ear twisting as Mary walked up the steps and stuck her head in.

"You kids get something to eat?"

"Yeah we got something on our way home," Zay replied. "Can you turn off the light?"

Mary smiled and flicked off the light, "I'm off to shower. Your dad will be home around nine. Zay is your homework done?"

"Yup, and a late essay to turn in tomorrow."

"Good boy," she said and walked away.

Zay dug in his pocket and pulled out his phone and leaned over Zayra, plugging his phone in and then laying his head down. 'Today's just been too eventful. Can't wait for tomorrow, relaxing in health class. Getting that other essay done during homeroom time.' He turned his head and gently pet her arm. "You okay sis?"

She nodded, "Yeah... Sorry for hitting you earlier..."

He shifted closer and laid his tail over hers, "It's okay sis, you were just frustrated." He stuck his arm under her neck and the other over her ribs. His right paw gently pet her tuft from her eyes and over her ears, "Sweet little sister."

She yawned and her blue eyelids started to fall over her eyes.

He smiled and nestled close to her, spooning against her back but keeping their hips apart. His eyes returned to the movie until it was over. He went to check on her and smiled.

Her eyes were closed, her left paw gently holding his sheets. He used his controller to turn off his game console and grabbed the remote on his nightstand to turn off the TV, before laying down and sighing contentedly.

She shifted and rolled over, facing his chest and lifting her paws to grab at his chest and bury herself closer in his arms. "Bubby... Waffles in the... car battery..."

Zay snickered and wrapped his tail around her tighter. Putting a paw back he pulled his heavier blanket over the both of them and closed his eyes, 'Tomorrow will be so boring compared to today...'