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Hey, everyone, hope you're well. I've had this written for a while, but finally felt like publishing it. It's a new series I'm starting and things are going to be substantially yiffier than the last one. Incest, m/m, m/f etc. But! It won't happen in this chapter. Please Read, Rate, Review, Reinstall windows, um.... yeah. Have fun! - Kergiby

PS: I wrote this in First person originally and fixed all I saw, so it won't be perfect.

Lucas drummed his fingers on his legs, nervously fidgeting in the passenger seat of the small sedan.

"You okay?" Mr. Adams asked.

Lucas nodded and went back to his thoughts. He was nervous about going to his new house. His worry over leaving his comfortable life back at the orphanage palpable. It wasn't the best by far, but it was familiar. It was safe.

"I have to go back to work, so I won't be back until late tonight." The tiger said.

"That's fine." Lucas mumbled. He wasn't trying to be distant, but circumstances left him otherwise distracted.

"I think the girls have a little surprise for you."

"What kind of surprise?" Lucas asked.

Mr. Adams laughed. "Well, if I told you it wouldn't be a surprise."

"Oh." Lucas looked at his feet, embarrassed.

The car pulled up to an apartment right next to the street.

"Here we are." Mr. Adams said. "Just go up there and ring the door bell. I'll be back tonight when I'm done with work."

Lucas nodded and grabbed his bag, exiting the car. He walked forward and stopped at the bottom step as the car pulled away.

Like a sneering gargoyle, the stairs glared down at the boy, steep and high. Much higher than twelve-year-old Lucas cared to admit. His tail hung down tightly by his legs. Inadvertently, he tensed up as his fluffy paw gripped the rail. With feline grace, he glided up the steps, not making a sound. His heart thundered away in his small chest; swallowing and rapped on the door. A commotion was heard on the other side. The latches and locks came undone before the door swung open revealing the family inside.

A large woman with a face like a ripened pomegranate smiled at Lucas. "Why hello there. You must be Lucas. Come in." She opened the door for him and, as he stepped in, shut it behind him. "Take your shoes off, will you?"

Lucas nodded, using his bag as a seat and removed his tennis shoes. It is at that point that his nose picked up on the subtle scent of baked goods. A cake, if Lucas was not mistaken. His stomach growled in response.

"Just a rule of the house, I hope you don't mind." The woman said and led him into the kitchen. In the kitchen was a large island, an enormous stainless steel fridge that loomed high up, and everything, from the ornate sink to the granite counter tops was spotless. Lucas absorbed the details of the room, the red on the wall, the classy bronze fixtures, and the black chandelier that is over the table on the attached dining room.

On the table was a small cake, surrounded by three girls. The girls were of varying ages, the oldest probably 17, while the youngest looked to be about 4. Lucas smiled at them. Not a great, beaming smile, but a small and meek smile. The oldest smiled, trying not to be won over by just how adorable he was. Lucas was a tabby cat and the family appeared to be tigers, but he couldn't be sure. There could such discrepancy in the matter of species.

"Girls, this is Lucas. Lucas, this is Grace," the woman pointed to the oldest one, "Christine," the middle, "and Macyn," the youngest. "I'm Venetia, but you can call me Mrs. Adams. I hope that you enjoy yourself here. And that you learn to accept us as a family." She smiled and Lucas smiled back. He still felt an intense sadness, but this family made him feel like it'd be okay.

Lucas needed that right then.

Mrs. Adams cut the cake into pieces and served it to each of them, saving two pieces.

"Who are those pieces for?" Lucas asked.

"Oh, why, my husband of course, and Scott. You'll be sharing a room with him."

Lucas nodded and mused over this. He'd never had to share a room with anyone before. Why should he now? But maybe it wouldn't be so bad to share a room. Lucas didn't want to cause a problem for the people who were nice enough to open their house to him.

"So, Lucas, what are your hobbies?" Grace asked.

"Well, I like to ride my bike. And I like to draw." He said, looking at only Grace. Lucas already liked Grace. He wasn't sure why, but something about her drew him toward her.

"Can you draw me a dress?" Macyn asked.

Lucas furrowed his brow. "Um, sure? I've never done stuff like that before. But I'll try." He continues eating his cake in silence and tried to shake the feeling that he was being interrogated.

Swishing his tail, Lucas tried to relax in the new surroundings.

"What grade are you in?" Christine asked, not looking up from her food.

"Seventh." He answered.

"Is he going to be transferred into our district?" Christine asked her mom.

"Yes, of course." Mrs. Adams said.

"Oh." Christine looked back down, almost disappointed.

"Um, how old are all of you?" Lucas asked.

"Seventeen," Grace smiled.

"Thirteen," Christine mumbled.

"Four!" Yelled Macyn.

Lucas looked over to Mrs. Adams but she just shook her head.

"It's not polite to ask a woman that question." She laughed.

"Oh... Sorry."

"Don't be." She said, jubilantly. "You didn't know." She walked over to Lucas and pointed to his empty plate. "You all done?" She took it away at his nod before adding, "Grace, why don't you show Lucas to his room?"

Grace smiled and walked back to the entry way and up the stairs. Lucas jumped out of his chair and follows suit, dragging his bag up the stairs with him.

Up the creaky stairs lay a narrow hallway with a number of doors. Grace's swinging tail distracted Lucas from the words she said. Not that they were that important. Just saying whose rooms were whose.

"That is the 'rents room. This is Macyn's. Christine's, and here is yours and Scott's." Grace smiled.

"Where's your room?" Lucas asked.

"Right behind you." Grace laughs. Lucas had his back to a door and didn't realize it.

"Oh..." Lucas looked down, embarrassed.

"Hey, Lucas?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad that you're here with us." Grace pulled Lucas by his shoulder into a hug. She squeezed him affectionately.

Lucas thanked his height. He was right at chest level with Grace. Her breasts pressing into his face. He had only recently begun to have those feeling for girls and was such a sensitive cat about them -- instantly turned on by the slightest thing. He pulled away from the hug and hurriedly went into his new room, closing the door behind him. With his back against the wall, he sighed and slumped down.

The room was not terribly large, but large enough that it could accommodate the two boys nicely. The walls adorned with posters of movies and musicians. A large bookshelf sat on one end of the room, next to a long brown dresser. Opposite the dresser was a bunk bed. The top bunk was messy and unmade. The bottom had been made with meticulous care. Lucas sat on the bunk and sighed with contentment. Tired from a long excursion into the city, Lucas closed his eyes and fell back, drifting into a light sleep.

* * *

"Lucas?" A voice called from beyond the door.

Lucas opened his eyes and looked around, temporarily forgetting his new surroundings. "Yeah?" he called back.

"It's time for dinner." The gentle voice informed.

"Okay. I'll be right there." He sat up and stretched his tired muscles. The floorboards creaked beneath his padded feet with each step they took toward the door. Opening the door, Lucas bounded down the stairs, fueled by a hunger that cake alone could not satisfy. At the bottom of the stairs, the door opened and Lucas hit the floor hard.

Lucas rubbed his nose sourly and looked up to see the face of the last member of the tiger family. The tiger, Scott, appeared to be about fourteen. He was a little bigger than Lucas, with a messy head of hair that lay partially in his eyes and no doubt obscuring his vision. He was wearing jeans that had been cut severely either by design, or by accident, it wasn't clear. His shirt wasn't really a shirt anymore. The sleeves were missing, and the collar had been shredded to pieces. A ragged leather jacket was on top of that. He looked down at Lucas and nodded.

"You Lucas?" He asked.

"Yeah..."

"I'm Scott," he offered a hand and pulled Lucas up. "Sorry about that. Wasn't expecting you." Scott shut and locked the door behind him, walking into the kitchen leaving Lucas to follow. The table was adorned with a feast of sorts. A large roast, mashed potatoes, buttered garlic bread and a large pie. Lucas drooled very slightly at the sight before him. Grace and Christine laughed at the hungry cat's face.

Lucas sat next to Scott who seemed withdrawn and sullen. Mr. Adams coughed to get the attention of the family.

"Lucas, I hope you feel welcome and at home here. It's great to have you as part of the family." He said with a smile.

Lucas blushed at the kind words at the attention he received. He certainly wasn't used to it. At the orphanage he'd maybe get attention on his birthday, but nothing of that magnitude. Lucas devoured the food set before him with a shocking speed. Grace couldn't help but laugh at the little cat's appetite. Scott rolled his eyes and focused on his food.

"Slow down, Lucas, no need to rush!" Mrs. Adams said.

"Oh... Sorry," Lucas slowed down out of respect. With a shy smile, he looked at Grace who tried and failed to suppress a giggle. Grace's laugh was infectious and it would get into your mind, causing a chain reaction. Soon, the entire family was laughing for no reason. Except for Scott. He looked on with contempt.

"What's so funny?" he demanded.

Grace rolled her eyes and said, "Scott, why do you always have something jammed up your-"

"Grace!" Mrs. Adams said.

"Mom, chill, I wasn't going to say-"

"You shouldn't be that mean to your brother."

"He shouldn't be such a stuck-up little brat." Grace said looking right at Scott.

Scott glared and said, "Oh yeah, it's so much better than being a brown-nosing fu-"

"Scott!" Mr. Adams screamed, scaring Lucas, who wasn't used to any of this. "Behave yourself."

Grace laughed.

"Don't think that you're perfect, Grace. You were egging him on."

"Dad, c'mon, I was kidding. Not my fault he can't take a joke." She said.

Lucas and Christine's eyes met in a pained expression of unease. Neither was happy with the situation, but they were powerless to stop it. The fight continued for a few minutes before Mr. Adams snapped.

"Enough!" he yelled. "Grace, I want twenty laps, Scott, forty." The two sighed but chose not to argue with it. They got up and went outside.

"Laps?" Lucas asked.

"I was an ex-marine, I believe in physical exhaustion as punishment." Mr. Adams explained. "Whenever someone gets out of line, they have to do laps around the block."

Lucas nodded with both wonder, and fear. He wasn't a physically fit cat so the thought of running as punishment seemed like a bad idea.

"Did you fire a gun?" Lucas asked, a curious, boyish cat.

"Yes." Mr. Adams said. "And to answer your next question, I killed two people." He glanced at his food to avoid Lucas's eyes.

Lucas felt a little embarrassed that his question was guessed so easily. He could only guess that people asked Mr. Adams that all the time. Dinner continued in relative silence. Mrs. Adams cleaned up the table for the kids. Grace came in, hair pulled back in a pony tail, panting and immediately reached for a water bottle in the fridge. She drank it and sat down to a cold dinner.

"Sorry, Dad." She muttered.

"Thank you, Grace," Mr. Adams said, smiling.

"Sorry, Lucas, I wasn't trying to start anything." She said.

"It's okay. I see- saw fights like that at the orphanage all the time." He smiled. "Except, they usually ended in fists."

"You ever get into fights?" Grace asked.

"Yeah... I could never win." He felt weak for some unexplained reason.

"Oh. Why's that?"

"I don't know how to fight." Lucas admited.

"I'll teach you." Grace told him.

"Really?" Lucas jumped in his seat with excitement.

"Yup. I don't want you to get beat up or anything." She smiled a smile that warmed the tabby from head to toe.

"Thanks." He slid out of his chair and walked around to her and gives her a hug. Grace laughed.

"Affectionate, aren't you?"

"Oh... I can stop-"

"No, it's just funny is all." She said.

"I'm funny?" He asked.

"Uh-huh." She flicked his nose and he twitched. "And cute too."

Lucas couldn't help but blush at the tiger's flirtatious compliments. A slamming door was indication that Scott had returned. Face flushed with strain of the run. He was panting as he entered the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water and went into the Living room. He puts his feet up on the coffee table and turns the station to MTV.

"Scott," Mr. Adams said.

"Yeah?" Scott answered.

"Shoes."

"Nah, I'm good." Scott pushed his way into the couch asserting his position.

"Scott," Mr. Adams chided.

"Alright!" Scott took his shoes off and tossed them onto the hardwood of the kitchen.

"You need to lose the attitude," Mr. Adams said with a harsh tone.

"What attitude? This is how I act."

"Yeah, it's an attitude. A bad one."

"Dad, I'm trying to watch TV." Scott pointed to the questionably labeled entertainment on the screen.

Mr. Adams sighed and dropped the issue. Sometimes, it was easier to concede rather than fight a losing battle. Lucas went over to the couch and sat a little ways away from Scott. As soon as he did, Scott scooted away. Hurt, Lucas bit his lip and tried to ignore it as best he could.

"Game night." Mr. Adams said, walking in and turning off the TV.

"Aw c'mon, Dad, really? Do we have to?" Scott whined.

"It's tradition, and it'll give your brother a chance to get to know us a little better." Mr. Adams said.

Lucas couldn't help but be taken back by that. Brother, that must mean him. Lucas couldn't help but like the sound of that.

"Fine. Just pick something good." Scott took out his phone and zoned out, taking himself out of the world.

"Girls! Game night! Let's get started." Mr. Adams yelled.

Grace and Macyn were the first to come in. Macyn was screeching as Grace chased after her. The elder tiger pounced on her smaller counterpart and attacked her sides with fingers, eliciting shrieks. The two sat back and laughed at their little game. Lucas looked on with fascination. The two were intertwined in a delicate manner, not erotic but just loving. The orphanage made things like what he saw feel extraordinary to Lucas.

Christine walked in, and sat with crossed legs as she pulled her phone out of her pocket. She seemed distracted and uninterested in the events before her. Lucas could tell that she had long since checked out of the family life. Not out of disrespect, but out of apathy. A few mumbled words here or there is all that the family could bring forth from her.

Mrs. Adams walks in and sat down for the game. It was a board game that Lucas had heard of before, but never played. Grace calmly explained the rules as Scott and Christine texted unknown people things better left private. The two seemed to be drawn towards one another. Lucas was certain that there was something the two were sharing unbeknownst to anyone else in the family, he just couldn't prove it.

From what Lucas had seen of Mr. Adams, it was clear that he was a strict man. Raised in a family that was the same way, Mr. Adams was a man with firm conviction that he must always be right, at all time, no matter the counter-argument. Lucas wondered if that was why Scott didn't get along with him.

Mrs. Adams was a woman who lived to please. She baked and cooked to forget troubles. Not because she was weak, far from it, but because it was how she was brought up. It was her defense mechanism. A way to deter attacks. Lucas couldn't help but feel that her anger would be worse than Mr. Adams'.

The game went on, a word game that only the eldest in the group could succeed. Lucas grimaced turn after turn as he showed his naivety and poor education.

"Vocabulary needs some work." Mr. Adams whispered into his wife's ear. She nodded.

With a sudden, crashing sound, the grandfather clock in the corner of the family room stroke 9:30.

"Time for bed, Macyn." Mrs. Adams said, picking up the toddler.

"But I wanna stay up!" she complained.

"I know, but it's late, and we need to get to bed." Mrs. Adams said, walking out of the room with the child in arms.

"Ugh, I need to finish up my paper." Grace said, sighing into her hand and standing.

"I thought you told me you had it done." Mr. Adams said.

"I do, I just need to put some finishing touches on it," she said.

"So you lied to me."

"No! Dad, no! God! I was just waiting for the revisions Steph emailed." Grace said.

"Okay, well if you say so..."

Grace walks out of the room before he can finish. Christine and Scott continue sitting on the floor, occasionally looking up, but only at each other.

* * *

Lucas lay in his bed in the middle of the night, shirtless and happy for it. Having a shirt was a problem on hot summer nights with high humidity in the orphanage. The flannel and fur choked him.

A sudden shaking of the bed followed quickly by a series of soft pants shook Lucas out of his musings. It continued at the same steady speed, occasionally speeding up or slowing down. With delicate ears, Lucas heard Scott purring above him, and could only ponder what could make him purr so loudly in the middle of the night. Suddenly, it stopped. The shaking, the panting, and the purring all come to a sudden close, as if a dam broke, releasing pent-up pressure.

Ignoring the matter, Lucas closed his eyes and hoped it wouldn't happen again.