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Zay was trotting to his Home Education class, nervous and a little jumpy. The sky outside was dark, far darker than he would have imagined for a simple cloudy day. He had been trying to avoid looking at the weather app on his phone, knowing if he knew a storm was coming he'd turn into a wreck before lunch.

As he slid into his seat he placed the already cubed banana bread on his desk. He'd had Zayra cut it up nice and neat to go stale quicker. He kept his ears down, 'It's fine, everything's okay, it's just a little rain. Just focus on school.'

He hardly heard the teacher call attendance, then they were dismissed to their kitchens to begin cooking.

He grabbed the tupperware container of bread and bag of odd fruits and stepping into the back kitchen, the girls already waiting for him. He tried to smile but his eyes rose to the wet window and darkening clouds. His tail twisted around his legs and puffed up.

Verri touched his arm, ripping his attention away as he jumped. "You okay Zay? You're acting really nervous."

He chuckled a bit awkwardly, "Y-yeah..." He put the bread on the counter and rubbed his face a bit, "Haven't been sleeping the best the last couple nights."

Maranda stepped up close to the counter and placed a folded printed paper on the surface, "I printed off Zays recipe so it was easier to go back to look at."

Zay kind of stood back and let the girls begin working on the bread pudding, his eyes turning to the dark clouds.

He then saw Marandas black 'scaled arm pull on the cord and drop the blinds, standing before the window and then turning to look back at him with her beady brown eyes. He smiled at her a little and sheepishly chuckled before moving to wash his paws. 'The windows closed, just focus on the task at hand.'

Once the pudding was in the oven they all started to cut up the fruit. His mood improved greatly with the kitchens being active and the noise level fairly high to block out the rain outside.

With twenty minutes to spare in class he served the girls a small bowl of pudding and placed the plate of fruit in the middle. He sat with his own share as the girls giggled and ate rather gleefully at the pudding and fruits

They had already been scored by the teacher for their dish, satisfied with their grade of an 'A'. While they ate and giggled over school rumors and other girly drama there was a rumble noise from outside. He hardly heard it as he kept his focus on the conversation.

But then a loud crack sounded just outside and the class quieted for a moment before returning to their conversations.

Zay on the other and kept his ears down and stared at the table. He kept his paws in his lap as he breathed through his nose. 'It's okay. It's just a little rain. I've dealt with it before. Like all bad things it'll come to an end. It'll be over and everything will be lush and green. Keep breathing Zay, you're doing fine.'

The girls kept glancing at him questionably but didn't say anything. Though even in his distracted mind, he felt Maranda's beady eyes on him. His chest ached with his racing heart, his lungs burned like they were straining to function. 'Nurses office. One step at a time.' He got up and walked over to the collie teacher who was sitting at her desk.

"Mrs.Hill, can I go to the nurse," he asked quietly, keeping his ears low.

She looked up at him and nodded, "Of course Zay. Take your school things with you, I'll have the girls clean your container and hold it for you until next class."

"Thanks Mrs.Hill," he said softly and turned to his desk, grabbing his bag, putting a paw on his pocket to check for his phone. With both on his person he stepped through the row of desks. He could faintly hear curious questions of his leaving, but his mind was locked on reaching the door.

Thunder crashed again and there was a zap of lightning overhead followed by another loud roll.

Zay was out of the room and halfway down the hall before he realized he was running on all fours. He panted and continued, pittering quickly through the halls with his backpack on his back. He stood long enough to open the nurses door and slunked back down, crawling through the darkness to the middle bed, tossing his bag aside and slipping under, wiggling his back legs to properly fit.

Once under he laid down, wrapped his tail around his curled up frame and laid his head under his tail. He kept his ears down, continuing to breathe through his nose.

After about a minute he heard movement above him, and someone got off the bed, walking over to the office. "Miss. Lee? Someone is under the bed..."

"Don't mind him Tina, he's nervous is all and hides to avoid disrupting his classes."

"Why?"

"He doesn't do thunderstorms very well is all. Go ahead and lay back down in a different bed."

Zay laid still for a while, then dug in his pocket while continuing his breathing. He tapped his thumbs on it, texting Zayra. '<Sis, I need help.>'

'<Are you doing your breathing exercises? Are you in the nurse's office?>'

'<Yes to both, but my lungs hurt. I need you here. Please.>' He felt tears in his eyes as another roll of thunder sounded, feeling the floor vibrate a bit. He dropped his phone and put his paws over his head with a whimper. 'I'm okay, it's just noise. Just empty noise. It's the lightening separating the air and the thunder is the air slamming back together. That's all it is. It'll end.' His mouth fell open and he panted, 'Zayra... hurry.'

The nurse got on her knees by the bed, "Zay? Remember to breath through your nose. Keep on your breathing exercises, you can do it."

Zay shut his mouth and took quick ragged breaths through his nose. 'Zayra... Zayra hurry.' The thunder crashed again, his tail wrapping around him. 'I'm not safe. It's going to get me. I'm gonna get hurt!'

The door opened and Zayras long legs appeared. She dropped her bag and got on the floor, crawling under with him and accepting his grasping.

He yanked her close and coiled his tail around her, hiding under her head as he whimpered. He closed his eyes, feeling her arms around his neck, paws stroking his ears.

She wiggled and patted his pockets a little, pulling out his earbuds. She put a paw behind herself and grabbed his phone, plugging the earbuds in and tenderly slipping them into his ears. She scrolled through his phone and let his music play. Her arms shifted to hold his head into her neck, stroking along his ears again.

Zay felt his body relax after several songs. He couldn't hear the storm over the music in his ears, and his paws gripped Zayras shirt. She was so close to him, he could feel her heartbeat against his face, feel her chest swell and re-treat with every breath. His right paw stroked along her back. His head shifted away from her, left paw lifting to tuck under her neck and hold the back of her head.

She dropped her nose out of habit and they pressed their foreheads together. Yawning a little and smacking her lips a bit.

He closed his eyes and let himself drift off in his music, paws tightening on her to keep her close.

Zayra walked through the hall to her nutrition class, her last class for the day, sitting at her desk as she sighed heavily. The storm was over, Zay was back to himself, and she felt un-needed anymore. She sighed again.

Someone pet her left ear and she turned with a light growl, but it faded, "Z..Zay?"

The room was emptier than she imagined and she slowly turned in her seat. She felt his paw stroke over her ear and she purred lightly.

He took her paw and lead her to her feet, she was about to ask what he was doing, when he pushed her over her desk and his other paw stroked over her leg to lift it. A hot bulge in his jeans pressing against her underwear.

'Where'd my shorts go?'

She gasped as Zays cock trailed over the cotton, 'Where'd his pants go?!' She felt the room fall away from her, just her, the desk, and Zay as he leaned forward and pressed her into a feverish kiss.

Pleasure crashed over her body like the ocean in a storm. She lifted her other leg and wrapped both around his hips, welcoming him against her body. She felt his tip dance across her underwear, a paw lowering and tearing them to the side. She let out a cry as he thrusted deep, both moaning into the kiss.

Her pleasure continued to crash, feeling alarmingly full of cock. She let out a soft cry again and he sped up.

His left paw rose and gently gripped her neck, running the thumb along her throat. "You like this baby sis?"

She nodded with a smile.

His paw tightened, a leg lifting to the seat of the chair and his right gripped her tighter. Filling her deeper with his lavender cock, knot patting on her soaked heat. "You're such a little cum slut. Aren't you sis? A dirty little cum slut, taking your big brothers cock."

She whimpered and her heat clenched, "F-fill me Zay. Please."

His pace picked up, hissing through his teeth, "Yeah beg for it you little slut."

She gasped as he pressed his knot harder against her, "Z-zay wait, I'm not on birth control."

He grinned, red eyes almost laughing at her, "Good, cuz I'm gonna knock you up."

Zayra threw herself up off the bed and panted, her panties soaked from her pussys fluids. She whined and put a paw in her panties, other paw grabbing her phone as she turned on her music. Her fingers danced across her clit, her legs shifting under her blankets until she crossed them, sticking her fingers in her slit and gasping quietly as she came. Once her shudders stopped she laid there, paw in her panties against her still twitching pussy.

She looked at her clock, 'Only seven pm? Oh right, I took a nap when I got home from school.' She got up and put her feet over the side of the bed, 'Ugh, I'm so glad it's a weekend. Maybe church will guilt trip these thoughts out of my head. I know they're wrong, but god it's hot.'

She got up and stepped into the hall, just as Zay did. She blushed and put her wet hand behind her back.

He lifted his ears, "Moms on her way home, stopping for a few groceries. Says dads working extra late tonight. She said she might leave after a shower to hang out with some of her friends at a bar."

"Uh okay..." She scooted toward the bathroom a bit.

"Can you go turn on the stove for pizza? I gotta take a leak," he turned and started for the bathroom.

She flattened her ears, "Oh okay." She trotted down the steps and preheat the oven, checking for any pans inside and starting back up the steps. She smiled as she noticed the door cracked. 'Oh good he's out already.' She trotted with minor eagerness and pushed open the door, her resting smile fading as her jaw dropped, eyes widening.

Zay was standing in front of the toilet on his phone.

From her spot in the doorway she could see what looked like porn on his phone. In his right paw was his cock, the royal purple flesh hard and throbbing. His eyes locked to his phone screen.

She put a paw over her mouth to keep from gasping, backing up a little and for a moment she thought about turning away, but he smirked and the sound of his urine hitting the toilet water made her stay. 'J-just one time couldn't hurt...'

He was still staring at his phone, scrolling through and sometimes his smile would grow brighter before slowly fading back to a smirk. Once he was done peeing he stroked his cock, smiling as his phone binged.

Her now damp paw slowly move to her shorts, falling down over the fabric to gently rub over her twitching heat. Her fingers slowly circling as he continued to stroke his flesh.

He bit his lip and murred lightly.

She found herself rubbing her wet pussy, biting her lip to try and keep quiet. As she stared her clit creamed, her fingers delving in her hole. 'Why can't I look away? Why am I so turned on?! God I just... it looks so big. So thick....' She muffled a whimper as she came, knees shaking.

Zay perked an ear and turned to the door.

Zayra ducked out of sight, putting a paw over her mouth as she held her breath. 'Not here! Not here!' She closed her eyes. 'I'm not here!'

The door opened, "Zayra? What are you doin?"

She jumped back and stumbled over her tail, flailing a bit.

Zay grabbed her arm and pulled her close so she didn't fall. Holding her to his warm body.

She shivered and blinked, "I-I uh... Had to um..."

He sniffed a bit, then his nose lowered and he inhaled near her fur. His paws pulled her closer, pressing her to his body as he inhaled again, breathing deeply.

She put her hands on his chest, "Z-zay what are you doing?"

His nose tipped and fell to her neck, then he shifted and sniffed just in front of her chest, his left paw grabbing her right one and lifting it. He pressed his nose to her damp fingers, ears falling back.

She watched in confusion, arousal, and even a bit of fear, as her brothers eyes were glazed over, his scarred purple nose inhaling air between her fingers. "Z-zay I... This..." She tried to pull her paw away but he gripped her tighter.

His tongue fell from his mouth, lapping slowly up her paw pad and over her fingers. The glaze in his eyes got worse, and as his tongue past her claws he tilted her paw and sucked on her fingers.

Zayras spine turned to ice as she felt her fingers in his warm wet mouth, his saliva soaking the fur and then the pressure as he sucked it all free. Through it all he murred, his right paw on her back, holding her to his body. She realized she was blushing, feeling like she should pant with how hot she felt.

He pulled on her, reaffirming she was still close, and his hips shifted.

Zayra squeaked, feeling her brothers bulging shorts against her stomach. "Zay... Zay stop this isn't right."

He lifted his paw and gripped the scruff off her neck, pulling on it gently.

She gasped and her body went tense, her back dipping to press her stomach to his bulge, her legs dancing in place as she struggled to control her own body. 'What the hell did he do?! Is this a pressure point thing?!' She could not find her words, arousal and fear flooding her body in crashing waves as he continued to suck on her paw.

There was the sound of the front door opening.

"Kids, I'm home," Mary said.

Zay let go of her fingers and put his nose by her ear, "Don't you dare say shit. It's your fault anyway." He let go of her scruff and passed her, heading for his room, "We haven't put pizza in the oven yet mom."

"Okay," she replied.

Zayra stood in the hall, her right hand in her left as she held it to her chest. A few tears dripped down her face. She quickly ducked in the bathroom and washed her hands, rinsing off her warm, juicy cunt before retreating back into her room. She shut her door and sat on her bed, hugging herself as she sobbed quietly.

Her door opened some time later, the shower running. She looked up at her door and slunked back on her bed, holding herself. She whimpered lightly, ears back.

Zay shut the door and walked over to her bed and sat, putting a paw on her sheets, "Come here..."

She whimpered and curled her tail around herself.

His lips twitched, "Now..."

She sniffled and slowly squirmed toward him, tears soaking her cheeks. "Z-zay I-"

He growled lightly, "Hush..." He put an arm around her shoulder and cuddled her close. His other arm wrapped around her and pulled her close, kissing her head and holding her to his chest. He turned a little, arms tensing as he lifted her and laid down on her bed, her on his chest.

She squeaked and shivered, tail tucking between her legs, knees pressed together.

He stroked over her ears and kissed her tuft, "Relax, I'm not gonna do anything. I just wanna talk..."

She sniffed and held her paws together, "I just wanna forget it happened...I won't tell mom or dad, I just wanna forget it happened."

He flattened his ears and looked away, "Fine by me..." His paw fell from her head and he sighed. He roughly pushed her off his body and got up, leaving her room almost as fast as he'd come.

She sat on her bed, looking at her door as he basically slammed it, flinching, and then flinching again as he slammed his own door. She laid on her bed and a broken feeling filled her. She'd spied on him, watched him jerk off and even played to it, then was caught by him. She shuddered as she remembered him pulling her close and his wet tongue pressing on her finger pads as he sucked her juices off her paw.

She rolled a little, facing her wall. She put a paw over her mouth as she cried quietly, 'I know it's wrong, I didn't want it, I didn't ask for him to do that...' She pulled her covers up, sniffling a little. 'I just want it to be sunday. God help me see the light in this damn incest bullshit.'

Zay laid on his bed, facing the wall. His right ear pricked as a knock fell on his door, and opened. "What..."

"I'm leaving, probably be back late. Try not to get into a fight with your dad while I'm gone, and try to get Zayra to eat something."

He nodded, lowering the ear, "Kay..."

His door shut and he heard her walk out the door. Then her car started and she left. He yanked his sheet over him and curled up. He was glad she hadn't seen his tears. As he lay there the sobs kicked in, guilt from pushing her, pleasure from acting out his desire, and pain from the same. Regardless of how sick and twisted he felt, he wanted more. He rolled over and turned on his music on his phone. Then laid on his back, touching his half hard bulge.

The flesh was lengthening at just the memory of her taste.

His tongue tingled as he remembered the heavenly flavor, it was salty, but remarkably sweet. The scent of her had been intoxicating, better than anything he'd ever smelt before. No girl had turned him on so easily before, with just a whiff he was in a pleasure drunken stupor. Craved it for so long, and with his first chance to actually do something, got too drunk to control himself.

He put a paw on his head, 'It was a stupid move... i should have just laughed at her, teased her and given her a kiss. But she smelt so good.' His other paw pressed harder on the bulge, 'And the way she rubbed herself against me. She does take after mom, grab the scruff and she tenses up and gets all eager. Should try that on Verri some time.' He pushed his shorts down a bit and looked at the purple flesh, pulsing and throbbing so openly.

'I know she wants to forget it... but I can't. I won't!' He wrapped his paw around his cock and started stroking fast, murring lightly. 'Even if I can never do anything with her, nothings going to stop me from imagining her as kinky as I want to.' He whimpered a little, 'Maid outfits, jean skirts with no bottoms, tight tops, bikinis... Ooh and rope.' He brushed his thumb over the pointed tip and whimpered, 'Ohh fuck.'

Zayra woke from crying herself to sleep, getting up and starting for the bathroom. She hesitated and knocked on the partially open door, with no answer she walked in, shutting it firmly and turning the lock just to be safe. She went to the bathroom and washed her paws carefully, then took a rag and washed the caked fur between her legs to hide the hormones from her father. 'Not sure if he's already home or not...' She stepped out and trotted toward the stairs, passing Zays room, getting a heavy whiff of something wonderful. She paused mid-step and sniffed more. It was musky, heavy, and made her dry slit wetten. She put a paw over her nose and continued on, 'Damn it, the horn ball is jerking off even after what happened? Dads going to catch him for sure with all that horny scent in the hallway.'

She stood in the kitchen, taking a few breaths and looking around, it was dark out, and the oven said it was almost eleven. 'Dad should be home soon, he doesn't work past ten thirty. Mom might be home soon too.' She noticed a cooked pizza on the stove, pittering over and picking a slice up. She ate all three remaining pieces and then turned to sit in the living room and watch TV.

Lights shined through the windows during her show and she heard keys. Even she could still smell Zays musk of arousal. She was sure he had stopped at the first sound of the car.

As Henry stepped through the door he smiled at her, then sniffed and looked at the stairs, frowning deeply.

She looked up at him and laid her head on the back of the couch.

He put a paw between her ears and gently ruffled her head, walking into the kitchen and setting his lunch cooler down. "How was school?"

"It was okay," she said softly from the couch.

"Your mother and I thought about taking you two to the zoo tomorrow."

She flicked her tail, "Aren't we a little old for the zoo?"

He snickered, "Maybe, but it's been a long time since we've had a family outing." He fell quiet, "Though with how your brother is acting we may just leave him home..."

"He broke up with Kathy..." she said softly. "On monday."

"Suppose that kind of explains why he's been a dick more than usual lately," he said as he rounded the doorway and leaned against the couch. "Zay Allen Reynolds get down here!"

Zay stuck his head out of his room, "What damn it!?"

"Watch your language or I'll consider a boot camp."

Zays ears flattened, "I'm in the middle of somethin'."

"Yeah, and you're filling the house with it," he started up the steps and pushed Zay into his room.

"Dad get out!"

The door slammed.

"Your mother goes into heat next week and your sister probably not long after! You need to start thinking about the females in this house before you jerk off."

"Thats a joke! I can hear you and mom going at it like rabbits all the time!"

Zayra dropped down to the cushions and put her paws over her ears.

"Me and your mother have nothing to do with this, it's you flooding the house with your stink! Your sister can smell it even more than I can because she's a girl."

Zayra turned up the TV and sat closer to it, staring at the screen as she cried, the yelling now nothing but a whisper.

She felt a presence fall behind her and she turned, looking up at her mother in a pretty cocktail dress, her paws over her ears.

"Zayra turn that down, I can't hear anything."

Zayra turned the TV off and the house flooded with Zay and their fathers argument.

"Don't fucking touch me," Zay shouted.

"Then answer my question, did you touch your sister?!"

Zayra flattened her ears.

"No! I didn't fucking touch her!"

Mary trotted up the steps and opened the door, "Henry whats-oh fuck." The door slammed, "Henry would you let him put some damn clothes on?! Jesus..."

The door reopened and Henry stepped out, slamming the door rather violently, "Damn boys been nothing but trouble since he was born."

Mary looked at him, holding her hands together nervously in front of her chest, "Henry he's a teenager, my brothers were the same way."

Henry growled lightly, "He doesn't care about authority, he needs discipline, taught respect, and gratitude."

"Henry, Zay does respect authority if they respect him. He doesn't need discipline he needs correction and guidance. Neither of which you are willing to give him. Every time he does something wrong you scream at him until you two are a couple words from a fist fight."

"He was jerking off with Zayra in the house, the whole house stunk."

"He's a guy, Henry. I'd rather have him jerking off at home than going out and getting an STD or knocking some girl up. He's been jerking off for years, just gotten better at hiding that fact. One slip up shouldn't be enough to send him to boot camp like you want to. They'll probably destroy our little Zays spirit and he'll be worse when he gets back."

The door opened and Zay stepped into the hall wearing his grey gym shorts.

Henry went to speak but Zay snarled, baring his teeth.

Mary put a hand on his shoulder, "Zay..."

He calmed but his lips twitched.

She sighed and rubbed her temples, "Now I know what my mother went through..."

Zays ears twitched toward her, giving her a confused look.

She huffed, "Never mind, I need alcohol." She stepped past them and down the steps, moving toward the kitchen.

Zay flicked his tail and trotted down the steps, walking over to Zayra who squeaked and came out of her spaced out mind. He got to a knee and rubbed his thumbs over her face, "You okay?"

She hadn't realized she was sobbing, body shaking uncontrollably as she sniffled. She rose her arms and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer to herself to hide her face in his neck. She felt him turn a little, laying his jaw on her head. Her eyes parted just enough to see their father standing in front of the stairs, looking at them.