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Revelation

A fan fiction of Zig Zag

Written by Daniel "DJ" Sabin

Part one

The famous porn star and owner of Zig Zag Studios, known as Zig Zag was feeling like a pile of warm shit and the fifth of whiskey she just downed was not helping her feel better. She rested her head in her hands, elbows propped up on the mahogany office desk. Occasionally she let her hands rub along her soft fur, fingers combing through her snow white hair as she tried to mull through her conflicting emotions. Her eyes, normally a clear blue were now bloodshot, a result of the abuse of alcohol and lack of sleep. She had never been a heavy drinker, and only barely touched the stuff for fun or to unwind. Now, racked with guilt and self-disgust she was attempting to embalm herself with a bottle of Jack Daniels.

How did it come to this, she wondered to herself as she debated on another glass. The swirling memories threatened to invade and rather than any further attempts at pickling herself with booze, she let those memories creep into her addled brain. Her inner eye focused on a beautiful male version of herself, young, toned, and handsome as any teen model. She could see that one eye, that deep blue orb, the other covered by a shock of the mop of silvery hair.

She remembered the moment he was atop of her, their naked bodies grinding together, his thick manhood spreading her folds and embedding himself in her. Her cries of pleasure, his heavy breathing as he fucked her raw on the jungle floor. Their fur matted with sweat and humidity then the sudden surge of orgasm, as both of them seemed to explode at once.

Any other time, Zig Zag would have relished such a memory, maybe even reenact it with one of her toys, but she both recalled it with arousal and self-loathing. This was not some strapping stud or porn star lover she had fucked on that tropical island, but her own nephew, Christopher Cross. She had crossed a threshold she never expected to and had the wildest sexual episode she had in a long time. Afterwards, she felt nothing but pleasure at the act, the afterglow washing over her warmly; however, once it faded, she could see the tired nephew besides her, his body stripped naked, his cock limp but still impressive. It was then that she felt bile rising and threatened to vomit. She had done the unthinkable and now was filled with loathing for herself at what she felt was unforgivable. She hadn't talked to Chris the whole day afterwards, and avoided seeing him after. When they were packing up to go, she and him went into the chopper to be ferried back home, but neither spoke nor said a word.

Chris' father, Jacob had been there waiting to pick up his son, the Bengal tiger showing little resemblance to Chris. Zig Zag greeted him, but didn't say anything short of a good bye as she went to her car. She couldn't say anything really, and it pained her to be so cold to Chris. That night she bathed for the longest time, crying her eyes out, and doing little more than releasing her frustrations.

Long ago, she had promised herself that she would never be like the man that she would never call 'father' openly. That man had not only physically abused her, but when she grew up into her teens and filled out, she was sexually abused by him as well. She left her family early as a runaway, escaping a home that threatened to kill her if she remained, and she would go off to pursue an acting career. That would eventually lead her to becoming a porn star and then to be an owner of the best porn studio anywhere. Still she never forgot the pain and torment she suffered at her father, and now she was hating herself because she felt that she had just done the same to her dear sweet nephew.

Deep down, she could hear the evil cackling of her father, the telltale sign that she had become as bad as he was. Crying didn't help the laughing, and apparently neither did the booze. She slid the bottle to the edge and laid her head on the desk, groaning heavily.

What really upset her wasn't the fact that she had crazy sex with her own nephew, a boy she had helped care for in her own way since he was born. What really made her ill was that she liked it. She had loved sex before, and there were times she had favorites: Sheila, Tina, Tracy and Stacy. Funny that some of her favorite sex partners were other women, not a lot of men stirred her loins. Not like Chris. The revelation only made her feel dirtier and she groaned wishing the whiskey did a better job.

A knock on the door reverberated in Zig Zag's head, making her wince and swear. Whether it was the booze, the fatigue or the stress, she realized a serious migraine was upon her.

"What?" she growled not caring how grouchy she sounded.

A familiar chubby girl, Tina Lynx, entered the room, and the moment she did, she covered her nose and recoiled.

"Holy shit, Boss!" she said in disgust, "Smells like a cheesy bar in here!"

Zig Zag groaned and kept her head on the desk, "Gee, thanks Tina..."

Tina had been not only Zig Zag's best employee, but one of her numerous lovers, and they were as closed as two girls could be. When the Lynx saw the way Zig Zag sat at her desk, she knew something was up.

"Alright, Ziggy." She said with a mix of motherly and lover's compassion as she leaned over to look at the slumped tiger-skunk's form, "You going to tell me what's going on here and why you smell like a month old distillery?"

She barely had the strength of will to speak, so she found it surprising when she muttered, "...been...drinking...."

Tina fanned a hand in front of her. "You sure have!" She said with a hint of levity. "Mind telling me why youre trying to pickle yourself this early?"

Zig Zag just lay there and not say a word. What could she possibly explain to Tina? Then the Lynx said something that made Zig Zag's stomach lurch.

"It's about Chris, isn't it?"

She sat up fast...too fast, and she let out a gurgle as she clutched her head and groaned at the sudden pain in her temples.

"Nnngh...shit...how...."

"I'm not an idiot, Ziggy." Tina replied, "I saw how you reacted when you came back to work, so I called Chris's dad. He told me that you were ignoring Chris and he was doing the same. I figured you must have had some sort of falling out."

It had to be the debilitating effects of the whiskey, which is why Zig Zag would later regret what her addled mind told her mouth to say.

"He told you...I fucked him?"

Even from behind her tinted glasses, Zig Zag could see Tina's eyes grow twice their size. It was then that the tiger-skunk regained enough lucidity to realize her slip. Now she really did need a drink.

Part Two

Christopher Cross, a young tiger-skunk male, lay sprawled on his bed, staring up at the ceiling but his mind was a million miles away. His mop of silvery hair was spread about, exposing his blue eyes that seem to reflect like a pool of crystal clear water. He had his shirt off and his bare chest was laid open, toned muscles evident under his pelt of fur. He gazed up at nothing, his senses numb to just about every stimuli in the room: the stereo that played the classic rock music his father got him hooked on as a kid, the smell of a month old bottle of Cologne he had accidentally spilled and never got the stain off the rug.

Instead, he was thinking of another tiger-skunk and the strange circumstances he had during the weekend. The sounds of heavy breathing and moaning in which he found his Aunt at the edge of the island's jungle, masturbating furiously just as he appeared. He had seen his share of naked women; the porn magazines some of his friends at school that they would hide behind textbooks as the teacher droned on about, or the occasional porn video he would catch on the net, but it was the first time he had actually seen his Aunt naked. Sure she was a porn star, but he had made it his personal goal to not look at any of the videos from her studios or of her personally. The girls from the studio were the equivalent of other Aunts to him, and seeing them in the throes of heated sexual activity would only make him feel awkward.

Yet something happened that Chris wasn't aware of himself. He had felt a strange stirring in his heart the moment he saw his own Aunt Z there in the jungle, and heard her call out his name as she came. She was fantasizing about me, he thought. The revelation triggered something deep in his body as she had saw him watching. That same revelation engaged when he knelt down to kiss his Aunt on the lips, quieting her from her sudden explosion of shame at the act.

It was no secret that he loved his Aunt Z. She was always kind and loving to him, and always was eager to see him. They shared moments of fun, argued, sometimes too long, but they had always forgave and forgot. He would experience nothing but good times with Aunt Z, and she was always open to hug him or kiss him on the cheek or head. This time, however, the moment was different, and when he kissed her on the mouth, she didn't flinch or pull away. Neither did Chris. Before his brain could process they were naked and he was atop of her, sacrificing his virginity on the altar of his Aunt Z, their breathing hot and heavy as he had wild feral sex with her in the sand. He had no idea if he had any skill in lovemaking, but she never indicated any regret or annoyance at his lack of aptitude. When the act was over however, and he had drained his load into her, they held each other for the longest time, awash in the glow of post-coitus.

When they finally did regain their faculties, Aunt Z seemed to change and avoided Chris the rest of the trip. She never spoke to him directly, never looking at his eyes or even acknowledging he existed, even on the helicopter trip back to the mainland. When they met his dad, Zig Zag greeted him, apologized for having to rush back to work and left without a single goodbye. It was the first time that his Aunt behaved coldly to him, and the though perplexed and worried him.

He spoke very little about the trip, his father commenting something about all those sexy models in skimpy clothes around him, and wondering if they did anything to him. He assured his dad that nothing happened, keeping their escapade a secret.

Now, Chris was laying on the bed, having just gotten out of the shower, he started to analyze the situation. The act together was something people would call forbidden, the act of incest. Sure she wasn't a close relative like his mother or a sister, but it was still an act most would consider improper and immoral. It wasn't just the difference in ages, but also of relations. Had it been one of the models that he had sex with, he could probably feel some pride in that, or brag it to his friends; yet, the act of having sex with his Aunt was not something he could boast openly about. Oh, he probably could secretly tell his friends that he fucked his aunt, but they'd either not believe it or condemn him for it.

No, they would condemn her. She was the older woman and she should have known better. Chris suddenly thought about his mother and how she would react if she had found out about what his sister did with her son. He'd probably wind up in therapy or locked up in the attic until he was 45, and his Mother would probably disown Zig Zag for molesting her only child.

Molesting...The thought reminded him of what his Aunt had mentioned several years ago to him. She had actually opened up to Chris, telling her of how his grandfather had abused Zig Zag; not just physically, but sexually. He realized that he was around the age that she might have left home because of such abuse. Did what they had done on the island hit too close to his Aunt?

There was a knock on the door, breaking Chris from his thoughts. He sat up, quickly grabbing his shirt and putting it on.

"Door's open." he replied.

The door swung open and Jacob emerged from the other side. He stepped in, the tiger smiling warmly, "Hey, son. You seem to be a bit quiet up here."

"Sorry...I'll be noisier next time." he replied with a smirk.

Jacob chuckled as he sat on the bed with Chris. "C'mon son...seriously...what's up? I would have figured that you would be talking non-stop about the trip; yet, you barely say three words the whole trip back."

Chris sighed, "Dad? Can I tell you something and promise me you won't tell mom?"

His father grimaced, "I don't know son. I don't like keeping things from Tabitha, especially if its about her son..."

There was no other way around it, Chris thought, he had to say something or he was going to burst.

"I....I lost my virginity..." He said, then hesitated before ending with, "...with Aunt Z..."

Neither spoke for what felt like a long time, but Chris noticed from his dads bulging eyes told him volumes.

"Yeah..." Jacob whispered, "We're going to keep this between us..."

Part Three

Tina Lynx wasn't sure if she wanted to scream, curse or hit Zig Zag across the head with her clipboard or do all three. The bombshell that her boss just dropped on her in her alcohol-impaired state was something that actually made her recoil in a mix of disgust and curiosity. Tina was bi-sexual, so she's had her fair share of sexual encounters. There had been some casual sex as well as some seriously kinky shit she had done with a few lovers. The thought though of sex with her nephew had unnerved the otherwise laid-back Lynx.

All the girls in ZZ Studios fantasized about having their way with the naive and handsome boy tiger-skunk; it was a common enough topic around the lot; however, it was kept away from the big boss's ears. Tina's ears however burned with the comments.

"Did you see Zig Zag's nephew? I so want a piece of that boytoy!"

"He is so going to be a heart-breaker when he's older..."

"Oh My God! He is so hot, I could just cream my panties looking at him!"

"I wonder if he'd ever do a scene with me. I wouldn't care if it was filmed or not!"

Tina herself even found herself entertaining the thought of being with the young tiger-skunk. She had more than her satisfaction with the female version, but there was just something about a male version of the infamous porn queen that made her get moist from the various images that flashed in her dirty mind. The last thought in her head would have been the overprotective Zig Zag taking her own nephew's virginity. Imagining the moment made her feel conflicting emotions; lust, betrayal, anger, and worry.

She wanted to scream at Zig Zag saying, 'How could you?' or 'What were you thinking?', but as the anger inside her flared, she could see the look of despair on her bosses inebriated face and it made her tamp down her fury. She was suffering inside enough that the otherwise confident tiger-skunk was embalming herself in an attempt at self-punishment.

"So...you really did it?" Tina finally asked, sounding skeptical.

Zig Zag's head was buried in her arms, resting on the desk, her long white hair blanketing her head. She emitted a grunt of affirmation.

"With...Chris?" Again sounding doubtful and wishing it was.

Another grunt in response.

"Chris...Cross?"

Grunt.

"Your nephew? That Chris?" She was trying very hard to wrap her mind around the fact.

The tiger-skunk rose her head up, her bangs covering most of her face, with one bloodshot eye looking back at Tina.

"Yes..." She spoke with such pain in her voice.

There was a long pause, then Tina asked.

"Why?"

Zig Zag's head slumped back down on the desk and she groaned. "I don't know..."

Oh, that wasn't going to cut it with me, Tina thought, and she allowed her anger to rise.

"Like hell you don't!" her voice was purposely loud, knowing Zig's hangover would allow her words to bounce around inside her like several hyperactive ping pong balls in a metal box.

The tiger-skunk moaned pitifully, throwing her arms up over her head. She grumbled and emitted a muffled series of swear words Tina barely made out. The Lynx's ears began to burn with growing frustration and disgust. She stood up quickly, and in one motion, leaned forward on the desk and slammed her palms on the hardwood surface with a resounding slap. Zig Zag recoiled and shuddered with such force, she nearly fell over in her chair.

"What the hell, Zigs!" Tina quietly erupted, her voice mercifully more subdued but firm. She didn't do it for her boss's sake, but to insure that they didn't hear her down the hall and start spreading rumors. "You had sex with your teenage nephew? What the fuck were you thinking?"

Apparently, Zig Zag had enough and she hopped up, slamming her hands on the desk as well. "Don't you fucking think I know that?" She roared, then whined as she clutched her head in both hands. Dizzy, the hybrid fell back into her chair and started to sob.

The exchange seemed to ease the tension, and Tina herself sat back in the chair, though she leaned forward and stared at her boss. Both were silent for a long time before Tina spoke soothingly at her boss.

"Talk to me, Zigs. What happened?"

"I can't..." replied Zig Zag, still rubbing her temples.

"Oh yes you will." Tina interjected, "Because what you tell me now will determine whether or not I want to call the cops..." She paused, "....or your sister."

Looking up at Tina, Zig Zag scowled, "You wouldn't dare?"

Tina crossed her arms under her weighty breasts and glared back at her boss through her tinted glasses. "You just admitted to having incest with your sister's only child, who is barely an adult himself. Some people might even call it Mol..."

"Don't say it!" Zig Zag yelped pleadingly, "Please...don't..."

That seemed to hit a nerve, Tina thought as she pressed in. "I'm not going to tell you what the consequences are if your sister finds out what you did to her boy, Zig Zag. I'm pretty sure you already have fretted over that. What I'm more worried about is what happens when word gets out - and it probably will- that you had sex with an underage teenager."

That seemed to sober up Zig Zag quickly. She had already gone through the obvious with her sister, Tabitha. She would likely sever all ties with her and put her son in lock up until he was 50. It was the aftermath of what would happen if the media found out about it. She was already the target of a great many religious and political groups, condemning her as a harlot and smut peddler, but now she would be a 'corrupter of innocence' in the pulpits. She didn't care so much about her job and her studio as so much as what it would do to Chris. The paparazzi would have a field day getting all over him and making him a spectacle. The worst case scenario seemed to prevail in her psyche, imaging Chris being unable to lead a normal life in the shadow of her fornicating Aunt.

Defeated, Zig Zag sighed, "You win..."

For the next twenty minutes, Zig Zag told Tina everything; the trip to the island, the scene, seeing Chris with his shirt off that triggered her pent up lust. She even went into some details of their lovemaking, but she didn't make it sound like bragging. Going further, Zig Zag finally opened up to Tina about her father and the molestation she suffered. It was a bit of a shock when Tina realized that Zig Zag had to have been close to Chris's age when Zig Zag was abused sexually by her father, but not disclosing the irony. It would only make her boss's guilt worse. Still, it was a bit of a relief in her heart knowing how much Zig Zag had been fighting off these demons inside her for so long, and also trying to hold back her growing desire for her own nephew.

"And you've been holding back all this for all these years?" Tina finally asked. Zig Zag could only nod now her mind numb with fatigue and stress. Both were silent for a long time then Tina was surprised when Zig Zag broke the serene moment.

"So...what do I do now?"

In all the time Tina had known Zig Zag, she had always been the one taking charge, kicking butt and taking names. She seemed to know exactly what to do and when to do it. To see her boss now asking her for initiative stunned her.

"I...I don't know, Boss." Tina finally replied, "I mean...I guess its up to Chris mostly."

That response didn't seem to make Zig Zag feel any better, "He kissed me...he instigated it."

"That doesn't mean you had to reciprocate!"

"I know." Zig Zag moaned, "But I did. I wanted him as badly as he wanted me! I could feel it. The way he mounted me...he wanted to fuck me as badly as I wanted him to fuck me." She could excuse Chris' actions as teenage lust and hormones, but Zig Zag was an adult; an experienced adult in the ways of sex. She could have stopped it then, but she had succumbed to that nature she had suppressed all these years, and welcomed Chris into her as a lover.

"How in the world are you two going to be together?"Tina asked finally, "I cant imagine you two going back the way you were now."

Saying nothing, Zig Zag leaned back and sighed, looking up at the ceiling but seeing nothing. She could never tell anyone what they had done, other than the woman she just confided in here. Thoughts raced through her like a busy highway at rush hour. It was the only time in her life, not since her molestation by her 'father that she had ever felt guilty about having sex with anyone. Could she ever hang out with Chris and not feel those same lustful feelings now, or would she be so repulsed or scared of them that she would hide away from him? She knew the former would not be possible, as it would arouse suspicion. Someone would wonder why the doting aunt was suddenly cold and aloof to the nephew she adored. No, she thought to herself; she would face the music and accept whatever happened as best a woman could. She would finally have to come face to face with her own personal demons, and the specter of her father who haunted her in the back of her psyche, dealing with this once and for all.

"I have to talk to him." Zig Zag finally spoke, "We need to talk about this. Deal with it and move on. I can't run from this."

As she tilted her head back down, she saw a wide and compassionate smile on Tinas face. The Lynx reached over to grab the bottle of whiskey and closed the stopper on it.

"Now THAT'S the tiger skunk I remember."

Now if only I can find the courage to do what I boasted, Zig Zag thought

Part Four

Father and son sat quietly on the bed, pondering what was just revealed by Chris. He had gone into details about the encounter and also about how he went to his Aunt and kissed her, which led to the actions of them having wild sex on the island floor. Jacobs mind reeled through all the implications. He knew how highly protective his wife was towards their son, and she would take this news quite hard. The last thing Jacob wanted to see was the two sisters divided cause of this incident which is why he promised not to talk to Tabitha about it.

He tried to also hide back that part of his male persona to not feel a bit of pride for his son. He had stepped into what many guys would call the threshold into manhood; however, he had hoped he would have been doing it with someone a bit closer to his age. He was not going to be one of those fathers that expected their sons to wait until marriage to get in bed with a woman, though he had been such a person when he met his wife. They had refrained from sex until he did indeed marry her, mostly out of her request than his. Afterwards, on their honeymoon, he realized how it was worth the wait, giving each other a precious gift of their virginity to one another and solidifying their love for one another. It made the product of their chastity, their beloved only son, all the more precious. Jacob however would not show that sports-bar mentality to his son, mainly because it was not some cute cheerleader or college beauty he coupled with, but an older woman and a blood relative.

What kind of madness did Zig Zag have that would allow her to succumb to a boys passions so easily, he wondered. Neither sister never disclosed their past to him, nor was he inconsiderate enough not to pry; but the situation had changed with this incident. He couldn't ask his wife because it would incite an inquiry, in which he would have to dodge the truth of his own. Could he come up before his sister-in-law and talk to her openly without looking at her with utter disgust and hate? Zig Zag had always been affectionate towards him, and could only think to himself now that she must have been wallowing in her own guilt now over this. It made Jacob feel petty and somewhat more compassionate towards her. It would not change the fact that there was going to have to be some sort of intervention by him to get down to the truth at last.

"So, son." Jacob finally asked, "You want to talk about it?"

Chris looked down at his folded hands which rested between his knees. He seemed to be choosing his words carefully, Idid something wrong, didn't I?

Exhaling loudly, Jacob leaned back on the bed, I wont lie to you, Chris. If what you said is true, you did do something that a lot will frown upon, mostly against your Aunt.

Chris suddenly turned to face Jacob, "But I was the one..."

He held up a hand to his son, "That's not going to matter, Chris. You may have triggered it, but she should have stopped it. She didn't and shes the one theyll blame."

With an exasperated sigh, Chris leaned his head down and covered his face with his hands.

"I don't want Aunt Z hurt!" he said through his palms.

Jacob wrapped an arm around his son and tried to comfort him, "I know, son, but the damage has been done. As long as we keep it in the family, it doesn't have to be a big deal."

"But it IS a big deal, dad! I had sex with my aunt!"

"...and by her actions, she consented." Jacob replied. He watched his son groan and shake his head in his hands. "Son, why did you kiss Zig Zag?"

Silence hung in the room for several moments before Chris replied, I justwanted towhen I heard her call out my nameIreacted

So Zig Zag had been harboring these feelings for his son all this time, he thought, scratching the tuft of fur on his chin. Had it been any other girl, he would be less disturbed by the attention. Chris was a young and handsome teenager, and there was more than a number of times when he caught the stares of people as they went out in public.

Jacob sighed as he pulled his son in close, "First off son, do you understand what you did was wrong?"

His son nodded.

"Alright. Just so you understand."

"So...what's my punishment?" Chris asked glumly.

His father laughed, "Son, any other father would probably congratulate you for losing your virginity."

"Even if it was a relative?"

Jacob shrugged, "Depends on if the relative is a sexy porn star or not."

That elicited a smile from Chris. Jacob pulled his son into a sideways headlock and ruffled his long hair.

"And no, son, Im not going to punish you for this. You're old enough to understand the consequences, and I can tell you're beating yourself up enough that anything I can do won't make you feel any worse."

Chris relaxed in his father's embrace, "Thanks Dad."

He pulled his son back upright and slackened his hold. "What we need to do now though, is figure out what to do about the two women in our lives."

"Mom and Aunt Z?"Chris retorted.

"Yep."

Father and son sat on the bed and were quiet for a long time. Again, Jacob considered something of his own past that he recalled. He screwed his awareness around the material until he realized how it might help his son; but, did Chris need another family bombshell dropped on him so soon?

"You know son," Jacob finally spoke up, "I think its about time I tell you something. Something that might help you make a decision about your feelings."

Chris looked at his father and blinked, "Really?"

His father nodded, "It's about your...my side of the family.

Jacob had never told anyone about what he was about to say, even to Tabitha. She had often inquired about them asking if they would ever come visit or join them for get-togethers, but he had always made an excuse for them not to: Business trips, going on a cruise, or just not having the time. He hated lying to Tabitha, but if she had known the truth, he worried how she would react.

"I just want to protect your mother from being further hurt. I know Zig Zag and her don't speak often about their side, so I figured they wouldn't pry too much with mine."

Chris was astonished to know that his father's side were very religious and very racist. They were all tigers and Jacob was expected to marry another tigress when he graduated college and got into a respectable job.

"When I fell in love with your mother, my parents forbid me to have anything to do with her. She was a half-breed to them, since your mother was already like part Tiger anyway."

"So what happened when you married mom?"

"I got disowned." Jacob said with little emotion.

Chris's eyes grew wide. "Seriously?"

Jacob Nodded, "My mother told me I married some dirty hillbilly, and when she found out who Tabitha's sister was, she detonated. 'No son of mine will marry some dirty half-breed whore of Satan!' she had roared at me. If it wasn't for my dad, she might have tried to strike me or worse." A chill visibly crawled up and down Chris spine.

"My mother threw me out of the house and never spoke to me again since." Jacob continued. His mood shifted and he smirked slightly. "Actually, it was surprising that my father sent me a message shortly thereafter."

Chris blinked as Jacob explained, "He sent me a notice saying that he had established a special trust fund, saying he wanted me to use it for whatever he needed. He said that even if mom hated me, he was proud of my courage; that he had once loved a girl that was not a tigress, but his family forbade him. He hadn't the courage to stand up to his family and did as they asked. Dad regretted that for the rest of his life, so when I did what he couldn't, he secretly praised me."

Jacob's face drew back into a state of remembrance, and Chris couldn't help but listen in odd fascination.

"The last words I read of my dads message never left me, Chris." He placed a hand on his son's shoulder and recited, "He wrote, 'Always learn with your mind, but live through your heart.'."

It was as if the phrase was sacred. It made a lot of sense to Chris and he saw his fathers approving smile reflected in his own.

"That's actually pretty deep, dad. I wish I could meet grandpa someday."

"Someday, son. Perhaps." He ruffled his sons hair again, "For now, I think you need to sit up here for a while."

"Sure thing, Dad." Chris replied.

*

As he came down the stairs, he found Tabitha, curled up on the sofa, crushing one of the throw pillows into her chest. She looked as if she had been holding back tears.

"So..." Jacob whispered, "How much did you hear?"

Tabitha didn't say a thing, but only hugged the pillow closer to her chest.

That much, huh? Jacob thought to himself, sighing in resignation. He was a tiger after all, and had already smelled her coming from downstairs. It was not his plan, having her hear their conversation, but he was thankful she hadn't jumped in suddenly and lose it in front of her boy.

Going around the front of the couch, he sat down next to her, letting her emotions swell the more she buried her face into the cushion.

"How could she..."

Tabitha's words sounded so agonizing and heartbroken that Jacob couldn't help but feel a lump form in his throat.

"Tabby...I don't think.."

"How could she let father win?"

Jacob was taken aback by that, Father?

"What? What are you talking about?"

Turning to face her husband, Jacob saw the full eyes of his wife. They were not the look of a sister betrayed or a mother agonizing for her son, but more of a compassionate sibling pining for her sister's peace. It was not the expression he was expecting.

"We fought him for so long, Jake. What that man did to her...to us..." She bit down on the pillow and whined loudly, tears starting to trickle down her eyes.

The words struck home in Jacob's heart, and the truth slammed into his awareness like a battering ram. Everything suddenly fell into place and at that moment, Tabitha fell into Jacob's chest and emitted a muffled wail her arms now wrapped fully around him. He recalled a psychologist teacher who did a lecture about children of abuse, how they often grew up to be abusers herself. The memory was the keystone to the mystery, and the realization made Jacob go cold. He finally knew everything, and worse yet, he realized by his wife's words that she shared in Zig Zag's past more than even her sister probably knew. He pulled Tabitha into his arms and held her, letting her cry with all the repressed bitterness and regret she had, thankful that her tears could not be seen or heard in the well-insulated walls of Chris' room.

To himself, Jacob quickly promised himself to find a way to contact his father, and tell him how much he loved him still.

Part Five

Three days had past and everyone had finally settled back down to a semi-state of normality, the recent events of the last few days had left a sore spot on almost everyone, but now the wounds no longer bled, but were healing.

Sober, Zig Zag immersed herself in her work, getting back on track with the recent movies and camera shots, looking over the numerous photos from the island trip. There was a multitude of shots of the various girls in various stages of clothing, from fully clothed in their respective swim attire to full on nude pictures of the sweet sexy girls, their hands either cupping their breasts or fingering their glistening pussies for the camera. She had seen pretty much everything, so the pictures did little more than stimulate the tiger-skunk's more lurid senses.

Then a picture suddenly caught her eye and it made her start. The Photographer obviously took an interest in Chris, because she had taken several side pictures of the young man as he held up a reflector sheet for lighting. Zig Zag's eye caught sight of the tank top he had worn, and how as it was lifted up by his shoulders, a hint of the young mans toned belly was peeking out.

Her loins tingled and she flexed her thighs involuntarily as she looked over the next few pictures. The photographer apparently had convinced Chris to get in the shot now, and he was awkwardly posing alongside the various naked girls; several even showed Chris without his tank-top and the girls caressing his muscled chest and soft white fur.

Damn it, Zig Zag cursed in her mind as her hand went down under her skirt. She was surprised at how wet she was already becoming as her fingers felt under her panties and teased at her slit. She bit her lower lip as she looked over the photos, her mind overlaying one particular buxom feline who was running a hand along Chris chest and placed herself instead. Chris had proved to be quite the model himself and as she pushed her fingers deeper into her pussy, she also remembered that day that he had fucked her.

*

Laying on the bed, Chris just tried to think about the predicament he was in when he remembered something. Rolling over on the bed, he reached down for his backpack he takes to school and rifled through it. He pulled out a small CD case which held a glistening silver disc inside. He stared at the reflection of his own face on it and felt his stomach tighten.

One of the guys at school had managed to pirate a copy of one of his aunts videos and gave Chris a copy.

"Whoa wait!" Chris protested, "I don't want to see my own aunt naked, much less having sex with someone!"

The young cat looked at him as if he just said a racial slur.

"You kidding me? Zig Zag is one of the hottest porn actresses out there and you got unprecedented access to her. You cant honestly tell me you have never been curious?"

He hadn't been at first, but that had been before the escapade at the island. Now, he not only saw his aunt naked, but he had lost his virginity to her in an explosive way. You never forget your first, someone once told Chris; he had grown to believe that now as he looked at the disc holding the pirated video.

Reluctantly, he put the video in and turned it on, making sure to keep the volume low so his parents couldn't hear. After the initial credits and cheaply designed splash images, the show began. His eyes went wild when he saw Aunt Z, slightly younger, wearing little more than a black lacy bra and panties and high heels her body swaying back and forth in front of the camera lewdly.

Gawd what a body, he thought to himself as he stared intently at his aunt. The way she rocked her hips, her hands sliding up along her near naked body and the look of pure seductive fire in her eyes caused Chris's pants to bulge in awakened awareness. He remembered how his aunt felt at the island, their naked bodies pressed together, fur to fur. He realized that he had no idea why he had practically pounced on his aunt at the time, only that something inside him stirred and a desire sprang into him.

He practically ignored the disc now as the image of Zig Zag turned, baring her perfectly round ass to the camera, the flimsy thong hiding very little of her luscious pussy and firm ass-cheeks. Unbuttoning his pants he panted as his cock practically jumped out, amazingly hard and throbbing with arousal. Instinctively, the young tiger-skunk curled his fingers around the pulsating member and started to stroke it over and over, feeling the stimulation of lust rekindled for his aunt. He remembered the feeling of being atop of her, penetrating her, and the longing to have her again emerged, despite the taboo.

*

No longer was she inhibited by the fact that Chris was her nephew. She leaned back in the chair and rocked, her hand pumping in and out of her frantically, her other hand moving up to lift and squeeze her breast. Her mind recalled the heat they generated on the sandy floor, how Chris was upon her and pistoning his cock in and out of her like a battering ram. Floods of pleasure coursed through the porn star's awareness.

She was getting into the fantasy now, her mind racing with the images; her nephew atop of her, thrusting over and over into her, their breathing hot and heavy with lust. Physically, she pinched her nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure that caused her vaginal walls to clench around her driving fingers, three were now jammed deep into her body.

*

Chris eyes were drawn to the animated view of her aunt on the TV, her clothing now removed and she was writhing on a bed, some man who came from the other side of the camera was now between her thighs, fucking her with wild abandon.

He didn't feel jealousy watching his aunt having sex with another man, his own mind was reliving the moments he had with her on that island. Barely watching the video, his ears soaked in the sounds of Zig Zag's cries of pleasure, albeit barely a whisper cause of the volume. His hand jerked at his cock vigorously, imagining the sounds from the Television were from Zig Zag as he had been pounding her hard and fast in that tropical sun only a short time ago.

His cock tingled, awash with growing stimulation, spurred on by the young tiger-skunk's fantasizing and the sounds he drank in on the screen. He fell back on the bed, panting heavily, feeling his balls clench, his fingers working faster along his throbbing maleness. All he could see now in his mind's eye was his Aunt, her face contorted in the throes of exstacy. There was no taboo in his thoughts, only the eyes of Zig Zag looking up at him, wanting him...

only him....

*

All guilt fled as Zig Zag was fingering herself with such lustful fury, her mind fixated on the image of a teenage tiger-skunk, toned belly, long white hair draped over him like a cape, thrusting down into her. She could no longer sense her fingers, but felt only that beautiful young cock pounding into her wet snatch over and over. She had many male lovers who were far bigger, but something about Chris' stirred her loins and made her lust boil in her blood like few others could. All she could see now was his face; that beautiful young face, twisted with effort and strain as his cock pulsated in time to his pistoning heart. Finally she could see the look on her nephews face, that look of twisted surprise as he came inside her, gushing that hot seed into her. The memory made her arch her back and come hard, her juices gushing past her fingers and soaking her fur, clothes and chair with her spunk. Trembling, she forced herself to keep her balance in her chair, nearly slipping out from the surge of fatigue and slick juices now coating the leather upholstery.

*

Chris exulted as he heard the sounds of his Aunt. "I'm cumming!" She screamed on the Television and in his mind. He felt the familiar surge through him, and knew he was reaching his apex as well. He arched his back, gritted his teeth and stifled a growl as he came in time with his Aunt on the video. Ropes of hot cum erupted from his painfully hard cock, firing off like a geyser. It fell in sticky strands on his hand, cock and on the clothes he still had on. He let out a long anguished groan of pleasure, still sending out wads of hot jizz from his spasming shaft, coating his fingers and clothes in beads of white.

At long last, his body relaxed and he collapsed on the bed with utter exhaustion. Spent, he struggled to catch his breath, his heart still throbbing and his chest heaving with exertion. He lingered there, hot and worn out, but surprisingly sated with the moment of long-needed release.

*

When the two tiger-skunks finally became lucid enough, they thought about what they had just done. Neither one was guilt-ridden with the fact that they had fantasized about the sex that they had performed, or the fact that it was a blood relative. The tiger-skunks, miles apart, yet while sharing a moment of blissful afterglow had only one thought that mirrored in each others thoughts. There was no shame, no sense of wrongness in their feelings. They wanted one another...badly.

End