Lenore set her dolly aside, and reached for Renard’s thingy.  She’d never seen one before, and it held her attention in a way nothing else ever had.  It was nothing like anything she or her friends had ever imagined a boy might look like there(it was so different from hers!) the one time in her short memory that she could recall discussing boys at all.  What she could remember of then was that they had all nodded and unanimously agreed that boys were gross, and whatever they looked like there, it surely was the grossest part of them.
	But now that she was seeing it…  Well, it certainly looked weird, but not really, well, gross.  It was a little longer than her forefinger, and a little wider too, except at the top, which widened more, and looked like the head of a mushroom.  It was colorful; at the bottom where it protruded was milky white like his velvety belly fur, fading into the color of flesh, and at the top, which had started out small, pink and dull was now larger, shinier, and had a reddish color with a hint of purple at the edges.  It had an undefinable, pleasant semi-symmetry to it.
	Renard’s rushing fingers intercepted her hesitant ones, and guided them to it.  It was firm and warm, and it pulsed in a way that caused concern.  But it fit in her tiny paw nicely, and even if he hadn’t smiled and sighed, she might have decided that she liked the way it felt, pulse and all; soft and fuzzy at the base, tickling the edge of her hand, but rubbery in a delightful way above that.  When she squeezed it, the tip swelled and darkened, and a faint moisture appeared at the tiny little slit on the top.  Not too hard though, as she had been warned it was sensitive.
	“It’s so weird.” Lenore said, utterly mystified.  “What is it for?  You don’t pee with it, do you?”
	Renard puffed out his chest, and set his little foxy paws on his hips.  “I sure do!  But!” and he lowered his voice to ensure that no one would overhear, “That’s not all it’s good for.  I should know, I’ve watched my big brother and his girlfriend doing ‘it’.”
	“Doing ‘It’?” she asked, lowering her voice to match her cousins, joining in the conspiracy, and not understanding why.  
	“Yeah, you know…”
	“Know what?”
	Renard leaned in closer, almost completely closing the small gap between them, their muzzles brushing not unlike when she found her parents hugging in the kitchen and whispered, “You know… sex.”
	The word rang a bell.  She knew she had heard it somewhere before, and when she had(and it drove her nuts that she couldn’t remember when), it had been from the lips of an adult.  Or maybe a TV show?  Either way, she didn’t know what it meant, but she did know that it was one of the Great Adult Secrets.  Now Renard had her full attention: he had knowledge of Forbidden Adult Things, and she was desperate to hear more.
	“What… what is sex?  And what does it have to do with this?  Innocently, she tugged on Renard’s penis, and he uttered a strange sound, one that was not quite unlike pain, but definitely was not.  She let go of his thing, unable to tell the difference.  
	“Are you okay?!”  she asked.
	“Shh!  I’m fine, it just feels really good when you do that.  Go on, you can keep touching it if you want to.  And rub it more like you just did, it was really really nice.”
	“Mm…  Okay!  But only if you tell me what sex it.”
	“Deal!”  Her cousin remained mute while Lenore wrapped her delicate fingers around his penis again, and began tugging at the loose skin.  
	“So?”
	“Oh!  Uh, sorry, it just feels so good, it’s hard to think…”
	“Maybe I should stop then?”
	“N-no!  D-don’t… just give me a sec.”  
	Her attention turned to Renard’s thing.  It was twitching.  Lenore desperately wanted to ask more questions of her older cousin.  She held them in check with difficulty.
	“So, you see, sex is a really fun thing that boys and girls can do together.  Boys use their penises-”
	“Penises?”
	“Yeah, this is my penis.”
	“What a weird word!”
	“No weirder than vagina.”
	“Is not!”
	“Is too!”
	“Do you want me to keep telling you what sex is or not?!”
	Lenore bit her repetitive, childish retort with great difficulty, displaying a level of restraint that would have been hitherto unknown by her parents no doubt; but the incentive of Forbidden Knowledge was quite the reward for her silence, and so she managed- barely.  In compromise, and not wanting to feel as though she had lost, she puffed out her cheeks, and crossed her arms, leaving Renard’s poor knob unhanded, its forlorn twitching silhouetted in the light of the her bedroom window.  He did not remark on her removal, though his displeasure was evident.
	“Well, whatever,” he said. “why don’t you lift your dress up and pull your panties down?”
	“What?  Why?!”
	“I did it, so it’s only fair.  Besides, if you want to learn what sex is, you’ll do as I say, since the vagina is part of how boys and girls have sex.”
	“That’s weird!  But fair is fair.”  Reluctantly, Lenore laid on her back and reached under her skirt and tugged down her panties, affording Renard a most wondrous view.   To be clear, the view he got of Lenore’s privates’ was smoother and less furry than the few glimpses he had caught by surreptitiously ogling his brother’s girlfriend through the keyhole at home.  He liked it rather more in this instance.  
	Rolling back into a sitting position, Lenore spread her skirt to conceal herself.
	“What’s the point of taking them off if you’re just going to cover up again?  Come on, I’m not saying another word until you let me see!”
	“No!  Tell me more first!”
	There was a great rolling of eyes, but she held true, arms crossed, pout turned up to eleven, and Renard relented.  “Sex is when a boy puts his penis in a girls vagina.”  As short and simple a statement as it was, she hung onto every word, even as her rapt attention twisted into surprise, then disgust, and finally outrage.  
	“Eww!  No way!”  She cried.  “That can’t be true!”
	“Yes way!  Really!  Now, boys and girls can do a lot of things with their privates, some of it on their own, but most of it is together with the other.”
	“L-like what?”
	Renard leaned back, giving Lenore a better view of his cock(He didn’t know it could be called that, though he’d heard his brother and his girlfriend say the word a number of times, often in conjunction with other uncouth words for a boy of nine to know).  “There’s what’s called ‘Mastabashon’,” he said, grabbing his penis, and jerking it up and down a few times.  “but it’s different for girls than for boys.  I just tug on it like this, and it will start to feel good, and it gets better and better the longer I do it.”  He masturbated in front of Lenore, until her curiosity got the better of her.
	“What about girls?”
	“Well, I can show you, but that’s why I need to see your vagina.”
	Ears flushing, she lifted her skirt.  It would’ve been funny to her mother had she been both aware of and okay with the goings on in her daughter's room, that she had such difficulty getting her to keep covered, and yet Lenore was being so shy about it now.
	“So what do I do now?”
	“There’s a hole you can put a finger in.  It’s the same hole that I would put this in to have sex.”  He waggled his penis with his hand in what could only be assumed that he thought to be an enticing and erotic manner.  
	“A hole..?  You mean my pee hole?”  She spread herself open, a little less self conscious now, and examined her urethra.  “I don’t think I can fit my finger in that, and your thingy is bigger than my finger.”
	“No, not that one, silly, the other one.”
	“Other hole?  You mean my butt?”
	“Ew, no!   That’s gross!  No, there’s another hole, between them.  How do you not know about it?  Whatever.  Let me show you.  You’ll like it, you’ll see.”
	Lenore allowed him to guide her onto her back, and allowed him to poke between her legs.  He started at the top, way above where she peed from, and she burst out laughing.
	“What’s so funny?”  
	“It tingles really strong when you touched me there!”
	“What, here?”  Renard asked, then touched the spot again.  It didn’t really look like much to him.  Just a little bit of moist skin that stuck out at the top of her slit.  It was perhaps a little redder than the surrounding area.  He touched it again, and she giggled uncontrollably.
	“It feels really good!  Is that mastabashon?”
	“Nope!  But I think it’s important to sex somehow.  Even though I’m an expert, I still don’t know everything about it!”  Lenore filed away the information away while Renard sought lower and lower, past where she peed from(it tingled when he touched her there too), and just when she thought he really was going for her butt(and she really hoped he wasn’t), he stopped. 
	“There it is!  Right here!”  His finger touched a spot right between her legs, and it tingled as fiercely as that first spot did.  It was a spot she had never considered, and had therefore never explored.  He pushed her legs wider(and she let him after a moments’ consideration) and spread her slit open.  Then she felt a sensation that defied her ability to truly describe; it was beyond the scope of the words that she knew, or at least her ability to put them together coherently.
	The feeling in question was scary in a way.  Having something, no, someone inside her was altogether new and thrilling.  Everything felt suddenly hot, and tingled, but tickled to.  The sensation of something filling a space she previously never knew existed was breathtaking.  But only seconds and not even a half inch of penetration occurred before she couldn’t take anymore.  
	“Stop!  Stopstopstopstop!”
	“Are you okay?” Renard asked, removing his finger and leaning over her.  He looked her in the eyes and sniffed his finger.  It reminded him of the scent in the room after his brother and his girlfriend had finished having sex, but lighter, and there was something definitively missing from it(but he didn’t think it was a bad thing, whatever that undefinable difference was).  He popped his finger into his muzzle and tasted for the first time the sweet and tangy nectar of a girl.
	“I-I’m fine…  It just felt, felt so weird and tingly.  I didn’t even know there was a hole there!  I wonder what else I don’t know about my body!  And why would adults even keep this from us?”
	“I don’t know,” Renard replied, and set his hand over her vagina.  
	“So that’s mastabashon?”
	“Well, it is if you do it yourself.  But you can do it with others too.  Like, I could keep doing that while you tugged on my penis.  I think that’s still called mastabashon, but I’m not one-hundred percent sure.”
	“I don’t know why anyone would do anything else!”
	“Well, there’s a limit.  Like, I can do it two or three times in a row, but it gets harder to do and feels less good each time if I don’t wait for a little while at least.  My brother and his girlfriend seem to be able to do it more.  But that’s not all that sex is.”
	“There’s more?”
	“Yep!  Sex is many different things that boys and girls can do together!  Mastabashon is just what we can do on our own.  Everything else is much better!”
	Lenore propped herself up on an elbow.  “Well, what else do you know from watching them?”
	“There’s oral sex.”
	“Oral?” she asked, sounding out the word.
	“Yeah!  Oral is putting your muzzle on it.  It works both ways too.”
	“That sounds gross!  I don’t want to put that thing in my mouth!”
	“You think everything is gross, Lenore.  It felt good when I touched you there with my finger, didn’t it?  Well, this will feel even better!  I’ll even go first so you can see I’m not lying.”  Hoping that he had it right, Renard laid on his belly between her legs.  His dick, cradled in the thick carpet tingled, but not so nicely as when he, or his cousin, was touching it.  It was still nice, and the idea of frotting occurred to him.  But with the scent of her pussy(another word he’d heard before, but didn’t know what it meant) was so close, and it’s taste from his finger so fresh and tantalizing, it was subsumed under his prepubescent curiosity, and pressed his nose right to her privates and licked.
	The sensation was hard for Lenore to process, and she was no more able to describe it to herself than when he had used his finger, save to say that Renard had not been lying.  What else she could say about it was that she liked it, and that it was wetter.  It felt strongest when he went inside that place, that hole she had never suspected or appreciated, and when he touched that little bit that stuck out at the top with his damp, black nose.  Everywhere else, it just tickled, and she constantly went from giggling like mad to soft sounds that she’d never made before, couldn’t control, and were she aware enough of it, would’ve wondered at how she made them.  Luckily for them both, she was a quiet girl.
	The sensation grew to overwhelming very fast.  Lenore spread her legs wider, and in spite of herself, pushed into Renard, and he pushed back, digging deeper.  When he was down low, she was touching that nub.  But just when she thought it could grow no stronger, and touching that nub had become too much to bear, her cousin stopped, and the feelings did too.
	“Aw, why did you stop?  It felt so good!”
	“My jaw hurts.  It isn’t easy sticking my tongue in there.  But you taste good, so it’s worth it!”
	“Th-thanks?  W-what do I taste like down there?”
	Brow furrowed, Renard gave serious thought to the question.  “Like salt and vinegar chips, but not very strong.”
	Lenore probed her labia with her forefinger, then tasted it herself.  She could taste the salt, and there was something vaguely tangy about it, but while she was at a loss for what it did remind her of, she didn’t feel that it tasted anything like salt and vinegar chips.
	“I don’t think it does.”  
	Renard shrugged.
	“So, it’s my turn now?”  Lenore asked, contemplating her cousin’s penis as he fondled it.  It bounced and waggled in attractive patterns, making the drop of wetness roll along the underside where it was smeared by his hand.  
	“Huh?  Oh, uh, yeah!  Go ahead.”  He spread his legs and let go of his cocklette, putting it on proud display.  It pulsed faintly up and down.  It looked as if it was eager for what was coming.
	Tentatively, Lenore took hold of it, and leaned in between his legs.  It didn’t have much of a smell unlike hers did(not that it was a bad scent, it just was), and she thought that was strange.  She touched it with her tongue, and found it soft and warm, and where the skin bunched up on the underside, where it was coated by the droplet was squishy and a little sweet.  Wrapping her muzzle around it now, hoping for more sweetness, she discovered it felt a lot like sucking her thumb, which she totally didn’t do anymore, and was comforted.  
	All she did was suck, but her cousin was pleased as punch.  He didn’t know that it would feel better with a more proactive approach, but such is the unfortunate inexperience of young cubs.  Renard was quite enjoying himself until Lenore spat out his dick.
	“Aw, why’d you stop?  That felt good!”
	“Because it’s boring, and your thingy doesn’t even taste like anything.  Didn’t you say there was other things about sex we could do?”
	“Yeah.  You wanna do the last thing then?  The best thing of all the stuff I’ve learned?”
	“Yeah!  What do we do?”
	“Okay.  Now, don’t say that it’s gross, I promise it feels the best of all!”
	“Okay…  Now what do we do?”
	“I gotta put my penis in your vagina.”
	Lenore’s eyes bulged.  “You have to put that… in here?”  She spread her pussy open and looked at herself.  “I don’t think it’s gonna fit!”
	“It will, and it will feel really good, I promise!”
	“Well…”  Lenore bit her lip nervously.  So far, everything he had said was true; it all felt good, now matter how awkward or peculiar it sounded like it would be.  “Well… alright.”
	She laid back and spread her legs wider, and Renard couldn’t believe his luck.  He lost no time shimmying right up to her and laid on top, pushing his little penis against her slit.  It had felt warm to him when he was licking it, and putting his tongue inside, but it hadn’t felt that warm.  It was pleasant to just hold it there.
	“You’re heavy!  If this is sex, then it isn’t any better.”
	“Oh, sorry Lenore, it just feels nice being like this.”
	“If you say so.  Now you going to do it?”
	“Yeah.  Okay, lets see…”  He ground his hips against his cousin’s, stiffy grinding against her moist lower lips, and thrust here and there looking blindly and ineffectually for her hole.
	“When is it going to start feeling good?”  
	“Hold on!  Just... a... sec…”  He reached between them, and with the help of a finger, found her entrance.  He adjusted his penis, and sli-
	“Lenore!  Renard!  Where are you two?  You’ve been too quiet!  Are you two up to no good in there?”
	Like lightning, both were on their paws.  Lenore was lucky, her dress fell and covered everything in a second, but Renard’s fly caught on his fur as he tried to zip up.  All the while, his aunt came down the hall towards the room, each step bringing him closer to panic.  His cousin, catching on to his panic pushed down on his pants, freeing the caught fur, and allowing him to pull them up, but he didn’t have time to zip.  
	“Honey, are you in there?  Is Renard with you?”  
	Renard sat, and pulled Lenore with him, then pulled a doll into his lap to hide his unzipped fly.
	“Yes mommy!”
	“I am, Auntie Helen!”
	The door opened, and Helen looked about the room.  “Honey, what is your underwear doing on the floor?  I thought I told you to pick up your dirty clothes before your auntie and Renard got here?”  She stooped, picked up the discarded panties, and tossed them into the hamper.  They felt vaguely warm, as if they had been worn a short time ago, but there was no way her kit- nor her nephew for that matter, were old enough to be doing something like that, right?  Nevertheless, doubt crossed her mind.  Lenore was five, but he was ten.  Was that old enough?
	“Everything okay, auntie?” 
	Helen shook her head.  What was she thinking?  Of course nothing of the sort was happening!  They were clearly having fun with her daughter’s dolls.  “I’m fine, sweetie, thanks for asking.  Anyway, I’m making lunch.  What would you like?”
	“Ooh!  Can you make grilled cheese?!”  Helen smiled.  
	“Of course I can, Lenore.  What would you like Renard?”
	“Same, please!”

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