Samantha woke up when her alarm went off at six-thirty.  She hated the damn thing, the way it sounded, even the way it looked.  She wasn't a particularly heavy sleeper, but she sure as hell wasn't a morning person and need the help getting up.  She mushed her muzzle harder into the soft pillow, hoping desperately to shut the blasted thing out and gain a few more moments of rest, but to no avail.  Grudgingly, she put her paw out and waved it around erratically.  She blindly slapped about her night stand hoping like always to strike the snooze.  Bang!  Her paw hit the end table.  "Ouch!" she cried out.  A second attempt fared no better, and she swore loudly to herself.  The third time her paw finally connected with the alarm clock, but just as hard.  "Ah, crap, that hurt!" she cried out into her pillow.  The alarm clock fell to the floor with a loud thunk on the cream colored carpet and finally stopped screeching its evil wake up call.  Samantha opened her eyes and muttered darkly, cursing the blasted thing and hoping spitefully that it had broke with the impact.
	She turned over in bed and pushed the sheets off of herself.  She stretched luxuriously, arching her back and raising her hands above her head.  She banged them on the head board.  "Ahh, damn it," she exclaimed to the empty air above her.  "I'm just gonna have one of those days, aren't I?”
	"Don't let Mom hear you swear like that," William said from the door.  "She'll roast you like a rabbit."  He had opened it while she was flailing about blindly, and was now leaning against the frame, grinning coyly at her.  She hadn't heard him open the door.
	"Ahhhh! Don't scare me like that!"  She yelled, blushing furiously.
	"Scare you?  What about you, yelling swears and thumping around like a bear leaving hibernation?"  William retorted.  "Imagine my startlement when, coming to wake my precious sister, I hear a loud thump and colorful language."  Will said, tail wagging from side to side, amused.
	"Doesn't matter!  Get out!  I'm not dressed you douff!"  Sammy hastily pulled the covers back over herself as she sat up, covering the fact that she was wearing only yesterdays panties and a tight sleep shirt.  She threw one of her pillows at Will for good measure.  Her aim was off however, and it thumped uselessly into the wall a foot away from him.  He didn't even flinch.
	"Yeah, what-eves, little sis,”  William teased playfully, catching up his tail and shaking it at her like a disapproving teacher with a ruler.  “Just don't take too long getting out of the bathroom this time.  I don't want to be late for school again.  Still can't imagine what caused you to take thirty minutes."  William let go of his tail and resumed wagging it lazily against the door frame.
	  "Don't worry, I won't take that long again.  I'm no more interested in another detention than you are."  Samantha laid her ears flat to her head to stop Will from seeing her blush.  Luckily he took it as an act of contriteness.
	"Good.  See you when you get down stairs.  Mom got up early and made us some pancakes."  William turned and left, softly closing the door behind him.
	"Jerk."  Samantha called out mock quietly at her brothers retreating tail.  He really could be a royal pain in the ass sometimes, but She was okay with that.  She loved her big brother very much, and they were as close as two siblings could be.  They would playfully call each other names and harass the other.  They would intrude into places the other didn't want them.  But they also played games together.  William would help her on the rare occasion she had difficulty understanding her class and homework.  He would play soccer with her, and join in for games of tag and the like with her friends.  They shared many of their interests and did lots of those things together, like cozying up to the fire in the den and reading or playing magic when it was to cold or the snow to deep to play in.
	She yawned expansively and stretched again.  She supposed she should get up.  She really didn't want to be late again.  Sammy hopped out of bed and stooped to pick up her alarm clock.  The moment she lifted it from the floor, it started screaming at her like a banshee.  She yipped in alarm at the sudden noise but kept her grip on it, and manged to turn it off without letting loose another bad word.  Samantha set the demonic little thing back on her end table and went to her dresser.
	After grabbing her clothes for the day and returning her thrown pillow to the bed, Samantha went across the hall to the shared upstairs bathroom.  It wasn't really shared any more since her brother had moved down to one of the basement rooms and his old room was now a vacant guest one.  There was a more modern bathroom he used down there now.  Her parents had their own little master bath too, so she got to have this one all to herself.  Unfortunately it was entirely her responsibility to clean it now because of that.  The bathroom that Sammy used was medium size, but it was quite large for just one eight year old fox girl.  She took off her sleep wear and stepped into the old tub/shower combination.  The warm spray of water hit her fur and it woke her right up.
	Sammy grabbed her bottle of shampoo and began lathering up her fur.  She gently massaged it into her cheek fluff, her neck, then her chest.  She grazed her nipples a little, and she felt herself tingle.  She moved on to her arms, legs, and paws, trying to ignore the it.  She went to her tail, and finally she was left with just her thighs, butt, and cunny.  She really wanted to just relax under the water for a bit and pleasure herself, but she didn't really have the time.  She had discovered that when she touched herself just right, or for long enough, she could make herself feel really, really good.  It was why she and William had been late for school a few times in the last six weeks.  Sammy would go to play with herself and then get so lost in exploring herself and the feelings, she would completely lose track of time.  She bit her lip.  Sighing regretfully, she made as quick a job of washing her privates as she could lest she fall to the temptation and made them late again.
	About ten minutes later, Samantha was blow drying herself and brushing the mattes from her fur and hair.  It was her least favorite part of getting up in the morning.  She hated the hard tugs she had to use and the pinching sensation as she worked through particularly tough knots.  Still, it was better now than it used to be.  She remembered when Mom had used to do it, it usually took longer and hurt more.  Not that she blamed her or anything.  It wasn't easy maintaining a beautiful coat of fur or hair like hers, and everyone who didn't have scales had to do it in at least some form or another.
	When she was dry and brushed, she put the clothes she had picked out and brought with her to the bathroom on.  Sammy looked into the body mirror on the shower door to admire her handiwork.  Other than the static puffiness of her fur, she felt she had done well.  She wore a simple, pastel yellow and white striped tank-top with a pair of matching panties and a pair of lightly faded blue denim shorts that revealed her graceful digitigrade legs.  The tank top was one of her favorites, and she wore it frequently.  Unfortunately, it had lately started feeling a little tight.  Now it hugged her fur a little, and it just barely went past the snap on her shorts.  She looked at her fluffy red head hair and wished, not for the first time, that it wasn't so difficult to style it.  It hung fairly straight, with just a suggestion of curl down at the bottom of her long locks, and yet...  It just refused to be controlled.  Sammy wasn't shallow, or just all about the looks.  Sammy just wanted to be able to more easily do up her hair whenever the occasion or desire to do so arose.  She settled on just pulling it all back into a nice ponytail and tied it there with a pretty pink ribbon like she normally did.
	Finally ready to face the day, she hung up her towel on the hook on the back of the bathroom door.  She made a quick stop at her bedroom.  She put away her night clothes and straitened her bed linens and plushies.  She grabbed her book bag and shut the door.  She walked down the hall to go downstairs, but as she reached the top stair, she paused, hearing the door to her parents room open behind her.
	"Morning, Pumpkin,"  She heard her Dad say from down the hall.  "How're you?"
	"I'm alright Daddy," she replied, turning around.  "just going to get breakfast."
	Her Dad chuckled.  Closing the door behind him, he came down the hall towards her.  He was still in his bathrobe and clearly just getting up.  " I heard you banging around in there and swearing up a storm when your alarm went off.  How's your hand?"  
	Sammy turned a little red beneath her fur, and her ears laid flat, caught in having used bad language.  
	"I'm not going to ask where you learned that language.  I suspect you got it from me anyway.  But I'd really appreciate you not using that language in this house, please.  And could you do me the favor of not being so loud?"  Her Dad wrapped her up into a hug.
	“Yes Daddy,”  Sammy mumbled into his robe.
	"Come on, let's go down and get some breakfast.  Your mother is making pancakes this morning."
	"I know, Will told me when he came to make sure I was up."  Samantha proceeded down the stairs just ahead of her dad.  
	"What a thoughtful and responsible brother you have,"  Hunter chuckled
	Once downstairs, she could her the news anchor talking about something significant that had happened at an old motel just across the river from where they lived.
	"-and one individual escaped the bust.  The people at the scene who witnessed the bust could only say that the escaping  fur was a middle aged, dark gray colored wolf with no distinctive patterns.  He was seen leaving the lot in a nondescript black van.  No one was able to get the license plate.”  The main news anchor, a male black squirrel, said.   
	"Absolutely awful," the second anchor, a female raccoon, chimed in.  "It makes me sad that furs can do that kind of thing to others, using and selling them like they were just property.  It makes me sick."
	"Me too, Alice, me too.  But now, a word from our sponsors,"  The squirrel said after a moments pause.  "After the break, the weather, and traffic report.  We'll see you back in just a minute."  The squirrel shuffled some papers on the desk and a commercial started.
	Samantha's dad went into the living room to watch the news with mom, but Sam went straight to the kitchen.  She was hungry and there was only a half hour left before school started.  When she entered, William was already there, helping himself to a stack of pancakes.
	"How do you eat so many?"  She asked him, seeing three on his plate at present and knowing he was almost certainly on his second helping.  "Where is all that food going?  If I ate that much I'd turn into a blimp!"  
	"I'm a growing boy, just like mom says.  And I see the way you eat.  You just might turn yourself into a blimp yet."  He playfully shot back, flashing her a big toothy grin.
	She put on an expression of mock outrage and humphed in his direction.  She grabbed a plate and piled a few pancakes onto it.  She drowned them in butter and syrup and dug in.  She had been eating more but she guessed she was just starting to grow up too.  It would explain why her favorite tank top was getting tight.  In a year, it would be useless as anything other than night wear.  
	“What're you doing after school today?”  William asked her after a few minutes of quiet eating.
	“Not much,”  She replied.  “I don't have practice, since the season ended.  Why?”
	“Oh, no reason in particular, I guess.”  William said, taking another bite of his pancakes.
	“Weren't you going to a movie tonight?”
	“Yeah, but I thought you might like to go, and Mike doesn't to seem mind having you around.”
	“Are you sure you wouldn't rather be alone with him?”  Samantha giggled.  “I know you two are together, even if Mom and Dad don't.”
	“Shh! “  William hissed.  “I want it to stay that way.  I know they won't say anything about it, but I know they wouldn't approve.”
	“Okay, okay.  I won't say anything.  So, what movie are we going to see?”  Sammy set down her fork.  
	“Let me ask Mom and Dad.  They may not let you go.  The Last Alpha is a little violent, and you know how Mom can get about that kinda thing.”
	“Yeah, it's so dumb!  There isn't anything even that bad in most of 'em anyways!”  Samantha pouted.
	“What's so dumb?”  came the voice of the siblings mother, Lissandra, from behind them.
	William and Samantha turned in their seats to look at the tall figure of their mother standing in the door to the kitchen.
	“Uhhh, um...”  William scrambled to think of something but couldn't.
	“I wanna go and see The Last Alpha with Will and Mike after school.  Can I go see it, please?  Please??”  
	“Mmm, no I don't think so, Samantha.  It's a school night.”
	“Aww, come on.”  Sammy whined.  “S'not fair!”
	“Don't give me that,”  She said.  “I said no, and that's final.  Now, you two need to hurry up and finish so I can take you to school.”
	“Why can't we walk to school today, Mom?”  William asked.
	“No reason.  Now, go get your shoes, you two.  We need to go.”
	“Okay,”  Samantha and William said in unison as their mother left the room.  
	“It's so unfair!  It isn't even a late viewing!  Why would she say no?”  Samantha said, handing him her plate as she got up from the table.
	“Yeah.”  William replied, getting up to bring their plates to the sink.  “Well, maybe next time then.”
	Samantha went out to the mudroom to put on her shoes, William a moment behind.  She got hers on, and while Will was still bent over putting on his, yanked the tip his tail.
	William yipped.  “Hey!  You leave that alone, it's not yours!”  
	“Oh yeah?  You wanna bet?”  Samantha teased, giving Williams tail another light tug, this one near the base.  William yipped again.
	Lissandra poked her head into the mudroom.  “What's going in here?  Why aren't you two in the car yet?”
	“We're just going now, Mom,” Sammy said.  “But Will is taking forever to put his shoes on.”
	“Really?  Are you sure it isn't because you're being a literal pain in his butt?”  She inquired, smiling bemusedly.
	“No way!  He was taking forever before I pulled it!”
	“Was not,” Will said, straitening up at last.  He took her paw and led her out the back door.  “Come on Sam, lets go.”
	“You two behave,”  Their mother called after them.  “I'll be there in a minute, and the car is already unlocked.”
	Samantha led the way to the car.  She opened the door to the light green Prius her mother drove and tossed her and Will's back packs in.  But when she did, she felt a retaliatory yank on her tail.  It was right at her tail base, and she suddenly felt hot all over.  She pushed the sensation from her mind and prepared for her counterattack.  She decided to pretend to not notice, but as she crawled up onto the seat, she very deliberately smacked her brother in the face with her bushy tail.  There came from behind her a muffled 'oof'.  She quickly scooted all the way to the far side of the vehicle and turned her butt to the opposite door to avoid any incoming escalations to her backside.  When she looked up, it was to see Will preparing to launch himself through the door at her; insides of his ears red.  He crouched down onto all fours, going so low his knees almost came level with the ground.  He came forward off of his paws like a spring, gracefully diving into the car without touching the door frame or seat.  He looked so much like a feral fox pouncing upon it's prey it was uncanny. She curled up into a ball, doing her best to protect herself from the inevitable tickles that would surely follow such a pounce.
	William landed almost on top of her and began tickling her mercilessly, poking at any exposed fur he could reach.  Tummy, sides, armpits, back of the knees, almost nothing was safe.  Samantha tried to suppress the giggles as best she could,  but he knew her ticklish spots too well.  She quickly broke down and was writhing in her seat when their mother came.
	“It's every time with you too, isn't it?  You just can't leave each other alone, can you?”  She heaved a big sigh.  “Settle down now, kits, and put your seat belts on.  We're going.
	“Okay, Mom.”  William replied.  He backed off of his sister and buckled himself in.  
	Sammy, still  trying to contain her fading giggles, managed to buckle herself in as well.  In short order, they were off to school.  Sammy collected her breath, then adjusted her shirt.  It had ridden up and was revealing her belly.  As soon as she was done, she surreptitiously poked her brother in the side.  A full-scale poking war ensued.  
	“Are you two still going back there?!  Where do you get all this energy?  Save it for school and settle down, please!”  Their mother said.
	A brief ceasefire was called, but as soon as their mother's attention was back on the road, it ended, and resumed in a much more subdued fashion.  Just before pulling into the school grounds ten minutes later, Sammy finally ceded the battle to Will with a loud huff.  A pair of bright green eyes looked back at them in the rear view mirror with mild impatience.

	“Were here, grab your things.”  Lissandra said.  She pulled into a parking space at the end nearest to the elementary side of the school, next to a large black van with dark tinted windows.  
	She got out and helped her kits out of the back seat.  She kneeled down to give both her kits a big hug and said,  “Okay, you two, have a good day at school.  I'd say stay out of trouble, but I know you will.  For exactly as long as it takes to get back home.”  She let them go, and watched as William and Samantha hug and said good bye to each other before going their separate ways.  Smiling,  Lissandra made to get back into her car.  
	“Hi there, Ma'am,” came a voice from behind her.  “You wouldn't happen to know the way to the front office of the elementary branch of this school, would you?”
	Lissandra turned around and found herself looking at a handsome and well groomed stormy gray wolf.  He was smiling brightly.
	“I'm sorry, what?”  She said, startled.  
	“I'm sorry,”  He apologized.  I didn't mean to startle you.  I was just wondering if you could point me to where the front office of the elementary school branch is.”
	“Oh, okay,” Lissandra said, still mildly surprised.  “If you go to the double doors there in the center building, the offices will be the third door on the right from where you will be standing.”
	“Okay, thanks, miss...  I don't believe I got your name.  My name is Fred.  Fredrick Thatcher.  And you are?”  The wolf asked, holding out his paw for a handshake.
	“Me?  Oh, I'm Lissandra Pratchett.  Nice to meet you,”  She responded, taking his hand.  He gave her a quick, firm handshake.  “Do your cubs go here?”
	“My cubs?  Nah, I don't have any cubs of my own.  I keep promising myself that one day, I'll meet a nice girl and settle down and all that, but I've yet to meet Ms. Right.  Ah well.  And I take it those two are yours?”  
	“Yes they are.  William is my son, and Samantha is my daughter.”  Lissandra talked for a while with Fred, going on mostly about her beloved kits.  She learned that Fred was a contractor, and had just moved into town a few months ago.  
	“I should probably get going,” Lissandra said a short time later.  “If I don't, I might be late for work.  It was nice meeting you, Fred.”  
	“I enjoyed speaking with you as well, Mrs. Pratchett.  You have a wonderful day.”  Fred turned around and opened the back doors of the black van parked next to Lissandra.
	As Fred dug in the back of his van, shifting various pieces of pipe and cable around, Lissandra felt as if something was off.  She just couldn't put her finger on it.  Fred had been such a delight to talk to, so it couldn't have been him.  Unable to decide, she put it down to knowing she was almost certainly going to be a few minutes late to work.  She hopped into her car and drove away.

	Samantha detoured around the back of the building.  She wasn't supposed to go in through the gymnasium doors, but she did because it was closer to the classroom.  And more importantly, her friend Rebecca, who lived behind the school, would be coming this way.  She leaned casually against the wall, waiting.  It was not for long though, as her friend Rebecca could soon be spotted trotting across the soccer field with her sister Laura.
	“Hey Rebecca, Laura.  How's it going?”  Samantha hailed as soon as they were in range.
	"I'm fine thanks,” Laura said, giving Rebecca a quick one-armed hug.  “I gotta go, class starts in like, two minutes.  Have a good a day, sis,"   
	“I will, you too!”  Rebecca responded to her sister, watching as she made for the far end of the school grounds.  “Meh, it's going.  Laura and I had a fight with mom about walking to school today.  Wouldn't tell me why she didn't want me to walk.  You?”
	“I'm fine, thanks.  And that's dumb!  You live right there, I can see you house!”
	“I know.  And I ended up having to say, 'if I don't go now, I'll be late,' and just walked out the door.  And if my Nimrod of an older brother doesn't hurry up with Erin, they'll both be late.  Come on, lets go.”
	Sammy and Rebecca went in through the gymnasium, chatting about friends and movies.  They passed into the hallway on the other side and proceeded down the corridor where their classroom was located.  They reached class just the teacher, Mrs. Louabeck was about to take roll call.
	They split up and went to their assigned seats quickly, getting only a raised eyebrow from the elderly doe.  Once roll call was complete, Mrs. Louabeck launched right into lessons.  Samantha was a smart and capable girl, and she didn't seem to have to work as hard to remember or learn things as others.  However, there were things she just plain didn't care for, and the morning seemed to be set aside just for everything she didn't like.  
	Samantha was still a little tired and preoccupied, and so when the teacher had everyone pull out their history books and turn to page 387, she was already disengaging.  She went through the motions of pulling out her book and following along, while thinking about how Mom had stomped on seeing The Last Alpha with Will and Mike.  She payed just enough attention that when she was called upon to answer a question about where the Mason Dixon line was, she was able to do so with only a slight hesitation.  
	After History was her only bad subject: spelling.  She loved to read, and she could science and math all day, but ask her to spell something more than two or three syllables long and she couldn't do it.  Mrs. Louabeck passed out the papers for this weeks spelling test, and she did her best to spell the words she was instructed to write.  She was sure she had done well enough to pass, but she knew she had spelled the bonus word 'Incorrigible' incorrectly.  It was just to many syllables!  Luckily, it was attached to a more pleasurable subject for her:  English.  She liked learning about homophones, as they were doing today.  She even volunteered a few answers.
	Afterwards, during a brief lull in between lessons, Samantha looked aimlessly around the classroom.  She looked at a cute corgi boy, named King, sitting a few seats away.  He was really, really cute.  He had the nicest brown eyes, and his muzzle was so small.  She liked the way his tail stuck up from his butt.  He looked over at her when he noticed she was staring.  She felt herself start to blush, and averted her eyes.  
	She had been seeing her classmates in a different light recently.  It had started about a month ago when she last slept over at Rebecca's.  She had slept over so that Will could host a sleep over of his own for his thirteenth birthday back in April.  She had seen something that had confused and excited her.  Sammy found herself staring at Rebecca without really seeing her as she thought about what she had seen.  Samantha felt her cunny begin tingling.  She rubbed her thighs together.  She noticed as she did so that she was staring, and Rebecca was looking back at her.  'Crap,' Sammy thought, 'she saw me staring at her.'  She attempted to return her focus to the lesson, but with only a limited success.  Her cunny kept tingling, and it was slowly getting worse.  No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop thinking about that night.
	As soon as the lesson ended,  Samantha bolted for the bathroom.  She barely waiting long enough for Mrs. Louabeck to give her permission when she asked.  They had a ten minute break before the final pre-lunch/recess lesson.  She wasn't sure it was enough time, but she was starting to feel desperate.  It would have to be.  It was down the hall, near the gymnasium.  As she approached the bathroom, she noticed a stormy gray wolf digging around in the janitorial closet between the bathroom and gymnasium.  The wolf, hearing her draw near, leaned his head out.  
	"Oh,  hello little one.  Your Samantha, aren't you?"
	"Uhh, yeah, how'd you know?"  Sammy asked, surprise distracting her briefly from her tingling crotch.
	"Ah, I saw you mother dropping you and your brother off.  I spoke to her afterwards,"  He replied.  "My name is Frederick, but you can just call me Fred if you like."
	"Okay,"  She replied.  "What are you doing in the janitors closet?"
	"Huh?  Oh, I'm a inspector, plumber, electrician etc.  A jack of all trades, so to speak.  The school keeps me on as a contractor for most of their basic inspections and repairs, and as their go-between for finding the people for the larger jobs.  I'm currently checking to make sure all of the water pipes in the east wing are in good repair and up to code.  I've found a few minor issues, but nothing to be worried about, I don't think.  I'm going to have to do some small repairs here, though."
	"Okay.  Can I still use this bathroom?"  She asked,  barely restraining herself from rubbing her thighs together.
	"Of course.  There isn't anything so wrong here you can't use the toilets."
	"Thanks Fred,"  Sammy said to the wolf. 
	Samantha went into the bathroom and found it empty.  She made a bee line all the way to the end of the row of stalls and entered into the handicap stall.  She immediately dropped her shorts and underwear and rubbed her labia from bottom to top; she was already a little damp with her juices.  Sammy touched her button and moaned with pleasure.  It felt so good it almost hurt.  She sat down on the toilet and leaned back, spreading her legs apart.  She rubbed back down her slit and to her opening.  She rubbed back and forth across it, feeling the tickling sensation, savoring the pleasure it made her feel.   Her pussy moistened further.  After a few passes and making sure she was as wet as she was able to get, she pushed in with her middle finger into her little passage.  It was so tight, she could only fit the one finger into it.  She could fit two, but only after playing with herself for a while.  As she slid in, she let out a little lusty groan.  She teased at her folds carefully, occasionally touching her nub.  After a few moments, she began trusting in and out with her finger a little harder and faster.  She whimpered with the rising feelings emanating from her cunny.
	But just as Samantha was nearing her climax, she heard the door thump open and she heard someone enter.  She tried to hold her whimpers in, but one escaped.  The person in the room stopped and called out to her.  
	"Hey, Sammy, are you okay?”  It was Rebecca.
	“I-I'm fine, just u-using the toilet,”  Samantha said, pausing momentarily in her thrusting.
	“Okay,  next lesson starts in two minutes!"  
	"I'll be out in a sec!"  She called back, more exasperatedly than she had meant.  She felt her orgasm beginning to slip away.  She didn't want to lose it, so she pushed her finger back in and started wiggling it frantically.  She couldn't quite muffle a moan as she did so.
	"Are you sure you're okay in there?"  Rebecca asked, hesitantly coming closer to her stall.
	"I"m fine!  Just give me a minute, okay!?"  Samantha yelled back.  She couldn't stop now that she was almost there.
	"Okay, okay, sorry!"
	Sammy heard Rebecca leave, and it was not a moment too soon.  The door had barely thumped shut when orgasm rippled through her little body.  Her cunny squeezed rhythmically on her finger and the tingling spread out through her.  She felt a little trickle of fluid run down the fur of her paw to the knuckle.  She couldn't keep the moans back as her passage convulsed on her.  She kept pushing and thrusting for as long as she could, trying to drag out the bliss as much as possible.  When it ended, she put her finger in her muzzle and sucked the fluid from her finger.  Once she was done, she hurriedly got up and pulled her panties and shorts back up.  She exited the stall and grabbed a towel from one of the dispensers on the wall to dry her finger and then dashed back to class. 
	Samantha returned to class with not a moment to spare.  She plopped down into her seat loudly, still huffing slightly from her orgasm.  From across the room, Rebecca gave Sammy a questioning look, one that was tinged with just a little reproach, and maybe some concern.  Much like the one that Mrs. Louabeck was now giving her, but without the reproach.
	“Is everything alright, Ms. Pratchett?  You left in such a hurry and were gone an awfully long time.  You look flushed.  Do you need to go to the nurse?”  She asked.
	“No, I'm fine.  I just really, really had to go.”
	“If you say so, dear,” she responded.  “Now that we are all here, we can continue to math.  This is the last math lesson of the year before we begin the end of year review.  Last week, we learned how to multiply fractions, and now we will learn how to divide them.”
	Samantha didn't like math much, but she was pretty damn good at it nevertheless.  She usually picked up new math concepts quickly and was very consistent with proper execution of the processes involved.  But sometimes, there were those things that just wouldn't click, and fractions was one of them.  And by the time the class was half way through, it was clear that she wasn't going to just get any better than multiplying them.  She was going to need Will to explain it to her.  He was good at explaining those things that she had a hard time with.  It was almost like he knew exactly what parts were tripping her up and how to lay those parts down in a way she could understand.
	Sammy wasn't a quitter, though, and despite her difficulties, threw herself into the work.  But it was to no avail.  She got most of the questions on the practice sheet that was handed out wrong.  By the time the lesson ended for lunch and recess, she was quite flustered.  
	Mrs. Louabeck got up and walked about the class, handing out a pair of new worksheets to everyone, saying, “These  are the two assignments for this lesson.  The first is due tomorrow morning, and the second is due on Monday.”
	The class collectively groaned.  “Now don't give me that,”  Mrs. Louabeck chided.  “I've been real easy on you with homework the last week and a half.  And the last month is all end of year review stuff.  Once you are all done with this lesson, and the lesson on the earths crust, there won't be anything new or difficult for you to complete for the remainder of the year.”
	Sammy received her worksheets and stuffed them into her bag hastily.  The first lunch bell was about to ring, and everyone was already getting up and talking among themselves in anticipation.   She filed out with the rest of her class as quickly as she could once the lunch bell rang.  As she milled about the hall, she saw Fred standing outside of the janitor's closet looking at the assembled cubs with what she thought was a rather goofy grin on his face.  
	“What's gotten into you lately, Sammy?”  Rebecca asked, as she came up to her.  “It's like you've been hiding from me.  Ever since the last sleep over.  And you keep spending a lot of time in the bathroom too.”
	“It's nothing, really!”
	“Come on, Sammy, please?  I know something is up.  I won't tell anyone, I promise!”  She pleaded.
	Samantha nervously bit her lip.  She did feel bad at having almost yelled at Rebecca in the bathroom.  She also didn't like keeping secrets from her.  They shared everything, why should this be so different?  “Okay, okay, I'll tell you what's up,”  She whispered conspiratorially.  “But not here.  Wait until recess.”
	“Okay, fine.  If I have to wait I will,”  Rebecca replied unhappily.  
	They went down to the cafeteria, located in the middle school section of the school.  Samantha bought the french bread pizza and tater tots that was being provided that day with the allowance her parents gave her each week.  Rebecca, who had a bagged lunch chose a miraculously unclaimed table by the windows that looked onto the playground while she waited.  Once Sammy had paid for her lunch, she meandered over to her, stopping a few times to say hi to various friends from the soccer team.  Now that the season was over and the team had disbanded for the year, most of them had no real reason to sit together any more.  A few still did, of course, if for no other reason than to continue to revel in their reaching third place in the interschool finals.
	Upon arrival at Rebecca's table, she found it already filled with their mutual friends.  To her left was  Tabitha, a bob-tailed lynx who played on the soccer team and she really liked was there.  There was also that cute corgi, King, from class.  To Rebecca's right, was a rare lizard from another class named Leonard, a Squirrel named Melissa, and a bat, named Lyra.  Samantha took a seat next to Lyra, and dug in hungrily.  Sammy wasn't shy, she had plenty of friends.   She was however, a quiet person to all but those who knew her best.  She only said a handful of things through lunch, and spent most of the time she wasn't eating staring at King or Rebecca, and thinking about what she was going to say to her friend.
	One by one, each of their friends finished eating and left to go play on the playground.  Sammy spent time staring out the window at them.  When the last of their friends had left, Rebecca said to her,  “Okay, let's go out and find a quiet spot and you can tell me what's been up.”
	“Okay,”  She said, snapping out of her reverie and getting up to put her tray away.  Samantha was a bit nervous.  She didn't really believe that Rebecca would laugh at her or hate her, but that didn't make it easier.  Rebecca followed her out of the cafeteria's exterior exit to the playground.  Sammy looked around, trying to decide where she felt was a good spot.  The swings were out, obviously.  So was the playscape.  She supposed, after  some consideration, that maybe the picnic benches under the trees were a good option, since it afforded at least some privacy.
	On the way there, Tabitha came up to them.  “Hey, you two wanna play some soccer?  I brought my ball from home.”
	“Nah,”  Rebecca said.  “Maybe later.  Right now we're just gonna sit and talk.”
	“Sure.  Just come on over if you wanna join.”  Tabitha jogged off towards the field, stopping to recruit a few other furs along the way.
	Reaching the picnic benches, they sat.  There were three picnic tables, in among a small number of trees.  It was only safe by dint of it being somewhat separated from the rest of the playground by a short distance.  At the far table, a fennec kit and a squirrel boy had a few sheets of paper spread out before them, with the Dungeon Master's Guide and the Player's Handbook for Dnd 3.0 in between them.  Samantha had an urge to go join them.
	 Samantha reached the far table and sat down.  She looked upon the faded, pockmarked wood surface of the table top, waiting for Rebecca to ask.  She was a little too anxious to just launch right into it.  Thankfully, she didn't have to wait long.
	“Soooo, you going to tell me what's wrong?  Why you've been spending so much time staring at people and then running off to the bathroom?”
	Samantha swallowed.  “Well, you remember the last sleep over we had?”
	“Yeah.  It was so much fun,” Rebecca exclaimed.  
	Samantha took a deep breath, looking away.  She didn't notice the look of dismay flit across Rebecca's face as she began by saying, “I woke up, it was about 3:30am, and I had to pee...”

	Samantha woke up, and she needed to pee badly.  She sat up and looked at the desk where Rebecca kept her alarm and saw it was a little after 3:30 am.  She got out of her sleeping bag and crept quietly to the door.  The door to Rebecca's room always squeaked a little when opened from a fully closed position, but to her surprise, the door was slightly ajar.  'Huh,'  She thought to herself.  'Mr. or Mrs. Fields must've come and checked on us.  Mind focused on her bladder, she didn't think further on the subject and left the room.
	Sammy padded softly down the hall, trying her best to not wake any of Rebecca's three siblings.  She reached the bathroom, and turned to enter.  Her paw was an inch from the knob when she realized this door was also slightly ajar, and the light was on.  She wondered now if maybe Rebecca was in there and wished she had at least looked at the bed to see if she had been there.  She was about to turn away when she heard a faint squeaky whimper, followed by a soft grunting noise.  She paused, and heard the squeak again.  It was definitely Rebecca, but who was in there with her, and what were they doing?  She concentrated, swiveling her large vulpine ears to pick up the sounds better.  She started hearing strange, rhythmic, and wet slap-slap-slap sounds.  Samantha was feeling faintly concerned by what she was hearing.  What could be causing noises like those?  She didn't know if she should burst in, or just leave and pretend she didn't hear anything.  She was about to do the latter when she heard someone speak quietly from the bathroom.  It wasn't Rebecca.  It was her older brother, Roderick.  
	"God, I love you, 'Becca,"  She heard.  There was some muffled squeaks from Rebecca that sounded only somewhat like an 'I love you too' in response.  Samantha had already been warring hard with her curiosity, but this was too much.  Why would Rebecca and Roderick be in the bathroom together?  Why would Roderick say something like that to his sister, and why would she respond in kind?  What could they be doing that was causing those wet sounds?  Why was Rebecca squeaking like that?  She felt bad doing it, but she had to just had to know what on earth could be going on in there.  Samantha moved silently up to the crack in the door and peered in.  She barely contained her shocked gasp.
	In the harsh glare of the florescent lights, all was revealed.  Rebecca had her back against the far wall, with Roderick's hands under her butt supporting her.  She had her legs and tail wrapped around his waist, and her hands were gripping his shoulders like she was holding on for dear life.  They were at a slight angle, unknowingly affording Sammy the best possible view of what was going on.  She could see Roderick's thing pushing into his sister, sliding rhythmically and mesmerically in and out.  Her cunny was stretched around it, and was leaking a little clear fluid.  She thought it was pee at first but realized it couldn't be.  She also realized that was what was causing the sound.  It was difficult to do, but she managed to tear her eyes away from where their privates were mashing together and looked at their faces.  They wore mirrored looks of concentration and strain on their faces.  The gasps, whimpers, and moans they made sounded faintly pained; but she could clearly see that what they felt was something else entirely.  
	Samantha watched them for what felt like a long time, feeling things she'd never felt before.  Her heart raced, she blushed hard, but most of all, a small tingle in her crotch.  She didn't know why, or what it was, only that somehow, what she was witnessing was causing it.  She didn't really know what made her do it, but her hand reached steadily lower, rubbing her tummy, trying to get at the itch, until she found her hand on her cunny.  It was damp, hotter than it had ever felt before, and was slightly swollen.  She tentatively rubbed, and was amazed and delighted by the sensations it sent coursing through her small body.  She had touched her cunny before, of course.  But she hadn't ever experienced anything that felt like this!  She observed Roderick and Rebecca, and started touching herself in earnest.  'What are they doing anyway?'  Sammy wondered to herself as she watched and toyed with her flower for the first time.  She half remembered diagrams and lectures from Health and PE about sex and masturbation.  That's what they, and she, was doing.  She explored her cunny, tracing it's tight, hot curves.  She stroked her swollen labia, tickled the folds, and spread around the thin, slick juices that were just beginning to seeping from within her.  
	There was a sudden change in the quantity and quality of the noises from inside the bathroom.  Rebecca's squeaks and Roderick's grunts were becoming more frequent and intense.
	“O-oh g-god, Roddy, it feels s-so g-g-good, ah!”  Samantha heard her stutter out.  “I-I'm gonna cum!”
	"I'm g-gonna... Gonna c-cum t-to..."  She heard Roderick gasped out quietly.  The pace of his thrusts were picking up dramatically, and becoming erratic.
	"D-do it...  I-I want it in... inside me!"  Rebecca moaned loudly.  She tried desperately to hook her ankles around her brother, but her short legs couldn't quite manage it.  After a couple of attempts, she settled on leveraging herself against the wall to press her hips into him harder.
	Suddenly, Roderick stopped thrusting, keeping himself buried as deep in Rebecca as he could, and then they were both moaning softly. Rebecca let loose a series of rapid squeaks that looked strained but sounded so cute.  Samantha could see the base of Roderick's shaft throbbing and Rebecca's cunny twitching.  After a few moments of panting, he withdrew from her.  A small amount of a new, white fluid dribbled out of her friend.  His penis still had her attention.  It was shiny with the same fluids escaping her friend, and it was throbbing even as it shrank back into his sheath.  She thought it looked weird and gross, but somehow liked it anyway.  She then looked at Rebecca's spread cunny, leaking the fluids of her intimacy, and still twitching and slowly closing on the empty space left by her brothers thingy.  She found that she liked looking at Rebecca's cunny too.  Roderick leaned in and gave Rebecca a kiss of the kind she occasionally saw her Mom and Dad do.  She felt that she should've been grossed out by the fact that they were related.  She knew well enough from Health and PE that relatives shouldn't mate, but the little itch in her continued to get stronger and stronger as she watched the forbidden act.
	"I love you,"  Rebecca said breathily to her brother as they broke the kiss.
	"I love you too, sis.  Come on, we should clean up and get back to bed.  We don't want anyone finding out about this," Roderick responded, setting Rebecca down carefully.  "It's risky enough as it is without you having a friend over ."
	Samantha didn't want them to catch her spying, so she dashed down the hall to the bedroom as fast as she could and slipped back into her sleeping bag.  She waited quietly for what felt like hours, but was in actuality was only five minutes for Rebecca's soft mousy pawfalls outside the door.  Samantha remained quiet, feigning sleep.  Her friend went to her bed and crawled into it.  She let out a long, contented sigh, and drifted back to sleep.  
	Samantha waited for a long time, mind awash in thoughts of what she had just seen.  She went over it again and again in her mind.  She teased her folds just a little more as she thought about it, but the good feelings faded as the need to pee resurfaced, becoming increasingly urgent.  She got up and padded back to the door.  It was still open a tiny little bit, and she swiftly exited the room.  When she got into the bathroom, she closed the door and locked it.  She was immediately hit by a strange smell, and it made the itch return with a vengeance.  It was pungent and a little sour, and was mixed with a musky sent that vaguely reminded her of what Williams room smelled like sometimes.  She decided that she really like this scent.  Sammy pulled down her panties and relived herself, still contemplating what she had witnessed all the while.  As her bladder emptied, that strange feeling, that itch, continued to increase.  By the time she had finished, it was impossible to ignore.  She tentatively, experimentally began touching herself again.  
	She inhaled sharply.  Now that her bladder was  no longer interrupting the sensation, she could feel with exquisite clarity her fingers touching her labia.  She explored it again, not really knowing what she was doing, but Rebecca had obviously been enjoying having her brothers thing in it.  She was briefly upset by the idea that her best friend had discovered something fun and not shared it with her, but it evaporated quickly when she accidentally brushed her nub.  She hissed loudly.  It was so sensitive!  She brushed it again, but more carefully this time.  It Felt Amazing!  She brushed it several more times, but found it to be too much.  Thinking about what Rebecca and Roderick had been doing, she went back lower, to her entrance.  She had never really considered this spot before.  She knew what it was for, of course.  But she never thought to explore it.  Never considered what could be done with it or how it might feel to do things with it.  She thought about how Roderick's thing had been pushing into her friend.  She toyed with her folds for a bit, savoring the new and pleasurable sensations.  'How have I never noticed this before?!'  She thought to herself.  She felt herself getting damp again, that strange slick fluid seeping from her in small amounts as the itch grew.  She touched the spot it was coming from.
	Suddenly, her finger slipped into her cunny.  It was very tight, and she had to fight back a yell at the amazing feelings spreading from it.  She pushed further in, lightly pressing her finger into herself a little more. She could feel herself pressing back on it from all sides, her finger filling her small space up to the limits and spreading her intimate place.  The itch intensified by several orders of magnitude as she wiggled her digit around inside herself.  She began slowly sliding her finger in and out of her cunny, imitating the motions she saw Rebecca and Roderick using as best she could.  
	Over the course of several minutes, the sensation slowly built further.  It was incredible, and she sped up.  In her haste, she poked her tunnel with her claw a little, eliciting some pain.  It was quickly buried under the mounting pleasure in her cunny, adding to its intensity.  Frustratingly, the pleasure hit a peak, and stayed there.  Samantha felt almost disappointed.  She wanted it to keep getting better, and she wasn't ready for it to end.  It had clearly felt better than this to Rebecca, and she wanted to feel that good too.  She thought about Rebecca and Roderick, replaying what she had witnessed, his thing pushing into her friend, her moans and his grunts.  The juices dribbling from both their privates at the end, and the stench of pheromones hanging in the air...  Finally, Samantha went over the edge.
	Her first orgasm mind shattering, wiping all thought from her mind.  She whimpered loudly, unable to control herself.  Her passage clamped down on her finger and she felt the walls of her tunnel spasming.  She got lost in the intense feelings, yipping softly to herself, drifting away on the wave of bliss spreading throughout her body.  After several moments, the pleasure began to fade away.  Samantha withdrew her finger from her pussy.  Her fur was damp and matted with a small amount of that same thin, slick fluid.  She sniffed it.  It smelled funny, a little like the room did, but her instincts kicked in and she began tongue bathing her paw.  She was briefly revolted, but discovered that she actually kinda liked the taste.  
	Once she was finished, she tried to stand up, but her legs felt weak.  She was a little alarmed, but she succeed in getting off the toilet  on the second attempt.  She flushed, pulled up her panties, and wobbled unsteadily to bed.  

	Rebecca was looking away, very interested in the branches of the trees around them.  The inner part of Rebecca's large mouse ears had quickly changed from their normal light pink to a deep red in an embarrassed, possibly mortified blush, very similar to the one that Samantha was currently experiencing.  After a moment, Samantha mustered her courage back up, bolstered in no small part due to the significant lack of anger from her friend and continued.  She told Rebecca about how she had been touching herself on a near daily basis since then, sometimes to the thought of her and her brother, and other times to other kids in the class.  She even admitted to thinking about her own brother on occasion.  Then she told her that when she had come into the bathroom that morning, she had interrupted her just as she was about to cum.
	Samantha finished her recollection of the event from the sleep over.  She waited for Rebecca to say something, like how angry she was that she had spied on her.  She traced an old, faded whorl pattern in the wood with a claw.  	
	Rebecca remained quiet for a few moments.  When Samantha looked up at her, she looked quite pensive.  Finally, she broke the silence.
	"You felt good when you thought about me and Nimrod doing it?"  Rebecca asked quietly, using one of her pet names for her older brother.  "And you think about your brother sometimes too?"  It was not the reproach she was expecting from finding out she had been spied upon.  It sounded almost like surprise and maybe... excitement?
	"Y-yes?"  She replied hesitantly.  She looked back down at the table.  Several of the planks were warped, and were  grayed with age.  
	After a moment, Rebecca began to speak, still looking away.  “I've been doing it for awhile now,  you know.  Like a year, maybe more.  I walked in on Roderick while he was playing with himself in his room.  It was an accident, of course.  He was so mad.  But When I saw his wiener, I just couldn't stop staring.  I backed out as fast as I could apologizing, but I couldn't stop thinking about it as I left.  I ended up going straight to my room and touching myself for the first time.  He burst in on me just as I was cumming.  We've been real close since then.”
	Samantha was surprised, shocked even, that Rebecca was admitting this to her.  She didn't actually know that it was called incest, but she did know that what they were doing was taboo for multiple reasons.
	“Why are you telling me this?"  She made a face.
	“It would be unfair if I didn't, wouldn't it?”
	“I suppose...”  Samantha trailed off.  “So you're not mad?”
	“Nope.”
	They talked for a while about the mechanics and how it felt, what boys and girls they thought were cute and would do things with if they could.  But the two girls soon lapsed back into a somewhat awkward silence, and it stretched on and on.  Samantha stared at the table some more, now looking at the rusty and care worn screws holding it together.  She was still deep in thought when Rebecca finally spoke up again.  She mumbled something so quietly that she didn't quite catch it over the sounds of the other cubs playing and birds chirping in the trees.
	"What?"  Sammy asked.
	"Do...  Do you want to sleep over this weekend?"  She mumbled.  Rebecca's ears, which had slowly been returning to their normal pink turned beet red again.  Samantha had to think for only a moment.
	Looking away form her friend shyly, she whispered,  "I...  I th-think I'd like that."

	The rest of the day passed rather fast for Sammy.  She was both excited and nervous.  She wanted to spend some time with her friend, but she still didn't know how she felt about what she  was sure Rebecca had implied with her invite.  She was interested, to be sure.  But...  She wasn't totally sure how she'd actually feel once they were naked together.  And what if she wanted to get Roderick involved?  She shook the thought from her head.  Trying to stay focused with such thoughts in her head was difficult.  All throughout science, geography and art, she bumbled questions she knew that, had she been less preoccupied, she would've answered easily.
	Finally, the end of day bell rang.  The two girls gathered their things and made a bee line for the door like always, chatting a mile a minute.  They returned the way they had come that morning.  Samantha saw Fred still working away in the janitorial closet.  He was setting up some wet floor signs and hazard tape.
	“Hey Fred,”  Samantha said as they approached.  Fred looked up from the sign he was adjusting.
	“Oh, Hello there Samantha.  And who is this pretty young lady with you?”  Fred asked.
	“This is my best friend Rebecca.”
	“Hi,”  Rebecca said shyly, giving a small wave.
	“Ah, Hello, Rebecca.  My name is Frederic, but you can call me Fred,”  He said.  “Why are you headed out this way?  You know it's prohibited, right?”
	“Yeah, but it's closer to Rebecca's house, she lives right behind the school.”
	“Ah, good to know.  Well, I won't say anything about you girls going this way.  Have a good day.  It looks like I'm going to be working in this closet through the weekend, by the way, so I'll see you two tomorrow morning if you come back in this way.  I'll be sure to warn away any teachers or students hanging out here so you don't have to worry about getting caught,”  Fred winked.
	“Okay, thanks!”  Samantha said cheerily.  “Bye Fred!”  
	“Nice to meet you, Fred,”  Rebecca said, as they continued on their way to the gymnasium.  The girls resumed their hasty exit, continuing to chat like they hadn't in weeks.  They went through the gymnasium and exited the building into the side lot.  
	“I'll have my Mom give your Mom a call later about you sleeping over on Friday night, okay Sammy?”  Rebecca said.
	“Sure.  And I'll see you tomorrow, 'kay?”
	“Okay!”  Rebecca said, starting across the field that separated her home from the school.  Samantha skipped back around to the front of the school to wait for her Mother.  Sammy took a seat on a bench bordering the main parking lot to wait for her Mom, and got lost in her thoughts.  She was unhappy that Will wouldn't be going home with her today, but what could she do?  Mom had told her she couldn't go see the movie, and that was that.  But she couldn't be too unhappy though.  One thing Mom was always very good about was sleepovers.  She was almost certainly going to be allowed to go, and regardless of how anxious she was about what was undoubtedly going to happen, she couldn't deny that she was also really excited.  

	William and Micheal tried to sneak up on the obviously daydreaming Samantha, grins on their faces.  Unfortunately, their shadows and barely controlled chuckling gave them away.  Her head snapped up, she popped off of the bench and she had whirled around to face them, claws unsheathed in a heartbeat.  For just an instant, she had been the spitting image of beauty, grace, and savagery.  William's heart stopped, but not with fright and he felt his pants tighten.  
	“Whoa, hey there Sam, it's just me”  William said to her, doing his best to act nonchalant and concealing his growing erection as best he could.  He went around the bench to give her a light, brotherly hug.  
	“Don't scare me like that!”  She yelled at him
	William forced a chuckle.  “Okay, okay, sorry.  Tell Mom that Micheal's Mom offered to drive us to the theater, and so we're going with her.  I'll see you at dinner in a few hours, okay?”
	“Alright, Will,”  Samantha replied.  “I'll see you at dinner.”  
	William gave Samantha another apologetic hug, then they left  to go find Mrs. Ward,  Micheal's mother.  They didn't have to look very hard, as she stood out strongly.  She was the only adult cheetah  in the parking lot, and having long, bubble-gum pink hair.  Her hair was the only ostentatious part of her, but it was enough to attract a lot of attention.  She was also dressed in a way that was subtly different way from the other adults did, but radiated a sense of coolness because of it.  She was without a doubt in William's mind, The Coolest Mom That Ever Lived.
	“Hey Marry,”  William said to her as he opened the door to her car and hopped in back.
	“Why hello, Will, how are you and Micheal doing today?  She spoke with little effort, but she was easily heard over the din of excited children getting on the buses to go home for the day.
	“We're fine, thanks, Mom,”  Mike responded.
	“Do you want to stop at home before going?
	“Yeah,” Mike said.  I wanna change first, PE was grueling.”
	“Okay,”  She said simply and got in behind the wheel of the car.  Micheal got in behind William and buckled himself up.
	Micheal looked at over at William as the car got moving, and noticed the sizable tenting of his pants.  “Looks like someone's a horny fox.  Did seeing my butt wiggling up the pole in PE get you going?”
	William blushed.  “Yes,” he said.  “It looked less like you climbing a pole and more like you twerking and somehow moving up it,”  He teased.    
	Micheal swatted playfully at Will's shoulder.  “If you want me to take care of that, you better be nice to me.”
	William definitely wanted Mike to take care of it, even if he wasn't the reason for it this time.  And the thought of watching Micheal going down on him certainly excited him a lot.  “Okay, I'll be nice.”  he said.  He reached over and grabbed his shirt collar and gently pulled him forward into a deep kiss.
	“Hey, can you at least wait until we're home?”  Mary asked, hearing the sounds of the two boys making out in her back seat.  “We're right around the corner!”
	William let go of Micheal's shirt and whispered, “Was that nice enough for you?”
	Micheal licked his lips dry of Will's taste and nodded.  Turning to the front seat, he said, “Sorry Mom.”
	“It's fine, I know you're both growing boys.”  The car made a tight turn and stopped.  Mary parked the car, and the boys hopped out and dashed inside, holding hands.
	Upon reaching his room, Micheal began disrobing.  William took a seat on the corner of Mike's bed and watched him.  Mike was clearly very aroused.  He slowly pulled his shirt off, then dropped it into the hamper.  Then came his shoes and socks, followed by his pants.  William's eyes followed every movement, but all he could think of was Samantha.  Mike turned and straddled Will, and began rubbing his own tented briefs against Will.  William grabbed his hips and pulled him down on top of him, sprawling backwards upon the bed.  Micheal kissed Will softly on the lips, tracing his finger claws down his side to the fly of his pants.  William cupped Micheal's butt and gently caressed it.  'Would Sam's butt be softer?'  He wondered to himself.  After a moment, Mike pushed himself back up, then slid down on to his knees, taking both Will's pants and underwear with him.
	“You like undressing me, don't you?” William asked him.
	“Hell yeah I do.” He responded.  He pushed Wills legs apart to expose his balls and proudly erect penis.  He nuzzled them with his cool dry nose and taking in his warm, boyish musk.  Mike's tongue flicked out and licked him from taint to the very tip of his cock.  He kissed the tip, then kissed all the way back down it's length to the base of his sheath.  He stood back up and pulled off his own underwear to expose his own penis, the many little nubs of his feline cock visible to Will even from his reclined position on the bed.
	William pulled his shirt over his head.  During the few seconds that he couldn't see, he felt Micheal get up from his position between his legs.  He heard the door to the bedroom open and the linen closet in the hall open.  Will hurriedly finished removing his shirt and hurried after Micheal.  By the time he made it out of the bedroom, he was already in the bathroom, the shower running.  I wasn't surprising to him, that cheetah was fast; it came naturally to him.  On his way to the bathroom he saw Joey, Micheal's little brother, running nude up the stairs being pursued by an equally nude Mr. Ward.  It still weirded him out a little that Mike's family were nudists and were so casual and open about sex.  He dodged out of the way and into the steam filled bathroom.  
	William stood there and admired Micheal's body through the steam fogged glass.  He thought of a couple weeks ago when he had heard his sister moaning in the bathroom.  He had gone to check if she was alright, but when he cracked open the door, he saw-
	“Hey, you gonna come join me, or just stare through the glass at my butt?”  Micheal's voice cut through his thoughts like a knife.  
	Will started.  “Huh?  Oh, yeah.”  He replied.  He was indeed looking at Micheal's butt through the glass, and a fine butt it was, he had to admit to himself.  He still couldn't quite shake the thoughts of Samantha though.  He stepped into the shower and Micheal pulled him under the warm water and gave him a deep kiss.  William returned it, trying to keep his mind focused on the here and now with Mike.  But the thoughts of what he knew he wanted and couldn't have; shouldn't have, wouldn't leave him alone.  He withdrew from the kiss.  “I love you, Mike,”  William said, really and truly trying as hard as he could to believe that it was truth.
	Micheal smiled at William, and got down on his knees, and resumed the unfinished business from the bedroom.  He kissed the tip of Will cock.  He kissed all the way down to the base, and then licked his way back up to the tip.  He then eagerly took the whole thing into his mouth and began bobbing up and down vigorously on his shaft.  Micheal's tongue was raspy, and he took full advantage of that fact by making sure he got every inch of Will's member with it.  He swirled the tip with every up.  He could taste the pre-cum leaking from Will, and he sucked harder, wanting more.
	William moaned as Micheal worked him like a pro, taking him to the edge and then backing off just before he blew his load twice.  He couldn't help but wonder, despite the mind blanking pleasure, if Samantha would be or could do better.  The image of her on her haunches, paws exploring his thighs, and mouth coming down on his penis just like Mike's...  It was to much, and Will blew his load.  His balls drew up and his dick throbbed, launching several hot, sticky white ropes of cub cum into Micheal's throat.  Mike drank it down greedily.  Micheal continued to suck for a moment, making sure that he had gotten every last drop.
	“Mmm, a kitty does like his cream,”  Micheal said, self deprecatingly.  He continued to nuzzle  at William's crotch awhile.  He finally stood, and grabbed the shampoo off the shelf.  He poured some out onto his paw, and passed the bottle to Will, who took it.  Will managed for the moment, to push the thoughts of his sister to the edge of his mind and have fun.  They each washed the other in turn, rubbing, tickling, and fondling each other sensually.  
	When they got back to the room, instead of getting dressed, Micheal went to his nightstand and pulled out his bottle of lube.  He flopped down on his bed and pulled up his legs and presented himself to Will.  Will took the lube, and put a generous amount on his cock.  He positioned himself over Micheal, a paw to each side, and lined up with his tail hole.  He slowly pushed in about a half an inch, then paused for a few seconds, drew out part way, then pushed in again, another half-inch.  He repeated this process until he had all of his dick in Mike.  He lowered himself down onto Micheal gently, and Mike locked his legs around Will's waist.
	William began to thrust gently, pulling out only a tiny little bit before pushing back in.  He slowly worked into a good rhythm, Micheal moaning with every motion.  Once he had his rhythm going, he put his paw between them and stroked Mike's dick.  He felt the soft, rubbery nubs massaging his palm, the slick coating easing the back and forth motion of his paw on it.  William picked up speed, pushing Micheal with each thrust a little farther up the bed.  
	William felt his knot forming, and pressing into Micheal.  "D- do you...  Do you want me t-to knot you?" He managed to get out between gasps
	"Oh, god, YES!"  Micheal said, his voice suddenly jumping up several octaves, sounding like a girl as Will ground his knot into his tail hole.  
	The way Micheal sounded as he said that triggered overpowering images of that day.  The day he saw Samantha in the shower.  She was playing with herself.  It was the day they were both late for school.  He had been going to wake her up, but she was already up and in the shower.  He had heard strange moaning sounds, not unlike the ones from the occasional porno he and Mike watched.  He had cracked open the door a hair to see if she was alright and saw her, laying on the floor of the tub with her eyes closed.  She had a finger in her pussy, and she was moaning, saying, "Oh, god, YES!"  William hadn't been able to get the memory out of his head.  Couldn't stop thinking about it; about her since.  Even when having sex with Micheal, his boyfriend, all he could think about was her.
	William's hips jammed forward at the thought, grinding his knot into Micheal's ass and stretching him wide before popping in.  Micheal came in William's hand, and William came in Mike.  
	"Oh, oh god, Will!"  Micheal called out.
	“Oh god, Sammy!”  William moaned back.
	There was a sudden silence in the wake of that, save for the sound of heavy breathing.  William was mortified, and looked away from Mike.  He suddenly wanted to be very far away, to shrivel up and die; but he was tied to Mike and wasn't going anywhere.  He expected anger, if not disgust, considering Micheal's family.  But he didn't get even that, and that was somehow even worse.
	"What?"  Micheal asked, more surprised and hurt than anything else.
	William didn't answer.  He didn't want to answer.
	"Did you just call me Sammy?  As in Samantha?"  Mike prompted him again.
	William knew he wasn't getting out of this, and wasn't going to lie about it.  Mike was his boyfriend, and he was feeling somewhat encouraged by the lack of anger.  Maybe he could make this right somehow?  "Y-yes, I...  I said Sammy.  I-I'm S-sorry,"  He finished lamely.  
	"I'm not mad,"  Mike said.  "But I think we need to talk about it.”