William returned home an hour later, deep in thought and emotional turmoil.  He was heartbroken, for one.  He genuinely loved and cared about Micheal, even if Mike wasn't his main love interest.  When Mike had said it was probably for the best if they split up, he had cried a little.  He had kept most of it bottled up inside though, and it was taking a herculean effort to keep it there.  But what really hurt was that he knew Mike was right.  The truth twisted like a knife in gut, wrenching his stomach and heart.  He did want a relationship.  But he wanted it with someone he knew he shouldn't be, couldn't be wanting one with.  It was taboo; considered gross by most, and it came with it's own unique dangers.  And the mixed up, seething emotions from that was what had caused the slip up that brought an end to their relationship.  
	Mary had been kind enough to help him clean himself up and take him home after he and Mike had come unknotted.  He had been in too much shock over his slip up and the subsequent breakup to really do or think much of anything.  It came as no surprise to Mary that neither of the cubs had wanted to go see The Last Alpha after that.  He had found some composure in the car though, thanks to her attempts to comfort him.  And so now he found himself walking slowly up the front walk, still sniffling a little and in a haze of uncomfortable thoughts and feelings.  
	William opened the front door and took off his shoes.  He perked up his ears and looked around.  Right now, all he wanted was to be alone.  He could hear his Mom in the kitchen, getting dinner ready.  From the smell, it was gonna be a meatloaf.  There was a rustling of papers coming from the office.  Dad must be doing some paperwork there.  He could also faintly hear music playing.  It was coming from the den, downstairs.  Where his room was located.  He padded over to the door to the basement and peered down the cream carpeted steps.  The lights were on, and that was 'Sleep Well, My Angel' by We Are The Fallen playing down there.  One of his and Samantha's favorite bands, and a personal favorite song of his.  She had to be down there then.   Why was she there, and not in her own room, or the living room doing homework?  'Damn it,' he thought.  His heart beat hard. William's thoughts swirled, stirred by thoughts of his sister.  He knew that he was vulnerable right now, and the last thing he wanted was to emotionally expose how he felt to her.  There was no way that he could do that.  It wasn't right.  He didn't want to hurt her or poison her mind with his sick and perverted wants.
	But he found a paw on the first step down into the basement anyway.  'I should go and hide in the study' he thought to himself.  'Read a book, or something.  Try and process everything.'  He really loved her, and he wouldn't do anything to her.  He took another step down the stairs.  'It wouldn't hurt just to be near her for a little while, would it?'  his thoughts nagged at him.  Another step down.  He struggled with himself, fighting against his love for his sister, and with the heart ache of breaking up with Micheal.  'I miss Mike already, and we just broke up!  How can I even think about Sam like this!?'  His heart beat painfully in his chest.  Hardly noticing, he slowly moved down the steps and into the main living area of the bottom floor.
	But there was no one there at first glance.  He sniffed the air.  He could smell her, she was down here, for sure.  Looking around the the den, he saw the TV was off, and the entertainment center closed.  The glass coffee table was bare and the couches around it empty.  The doors leading to the other guest room, the bathroom, his room, and the laundry were all shut.  Only the music coming from his little mp3 player was going.  He closed his eyes and followed the scent trail.  It led to the bathroom, where he could now hear her peeing.  William walked around the couch and down the little byway the couch created with the back wall of the den, to his room.  He heard the sound of the toilet flushing as he passed, and he sped up, trying to make it to his room and shut the door before Sammy came out.    
	“Hey Will,”  She said, coming out of the bathroom and seeing him rushing into his room.  “How was the movie?”
	William froze in his tracks, paw on the handle, door part way open.  He stopped, but didn't turn.  “It...  It was al-alright.”  He faintly stuttered, his ears flattening to his head in an instant, tail twitching with plainly evident agitation.  He felt caught.  He felt more than heard Sammy approach him.  Will felt her paw on his shoulder and he flinched,  all thought of Micheal suddenly wiped from his mind by the touch.
	“Will?  Are you okay?  What's wrong?”
	William would've been taken aback by Samantha's perceptiveness, were he not so used to it.  It was one of the many things about her that drove him so wild.  A small, inconsequential gesture was as visible as a neon sign to her.  But sometimes, it could be a pain.  Like right now.  He wasn't sure that he wanted to be or should be near her.  But he knew that with her already having noticed something was up, he wasn't gonna get away without saying something.
	“N-No,”  William whispered, restraining the rising waters of his torment.  “I-I'm not okay...”
	“Do you... Do you wanna talk about it?”  She asked.
	“I...”  William didn't know what to do.  He really wanted to just turn around, wrap her up in a hug and kiss her.  He wanted to yell and scream.  He wanted to tell her that he loved her.  But he knew he couldn't do any of that.  He wanted to cry, too, and after a few long, agonizing seconds, the last began to win out.   的-I need to be alone right now,� he finished, sounding and feeling defeated.  的'll be out later, okay?  He felt his eyes starting to moisten.  
	“Okay, Will.  But if you want to talk, I'm right out here, doing my home work.  And I'll let you know when Mom says dinner is ready.”  William felt Samantha's hand fall from his shoulder.
	William hesitated a moment longer before saying, “Thanks, Sam,” going into his room, and closing the door.  Will laid down on his bed, heart racing.  Even with how bad he felt about his break-up with Mike, a single touch from Sam had sent shivers up his spine, and he noted, with some shame that he was stiff.  He turned over and buried his face into the pillows on the bed, and let his confused, warring thoughts and emotions consume him.  Slowly, like a rising tide, the tears he had been fighting with since leaving Mike's house overcame him.  He let the pain of his unrequited love for Samantha and the anguish of the break up wash over his mind like a tsunami, the pressure behind his eyes so intense that the flood escaped him in torrents.  William sobbed, hiccoughing into his pillows and trying to gasp breath through his paradoxically clogging and running nose.  The muffled sounds of his anguish just quiet enough to be covered by the music Samantha was still listening to in the den.  

	Samantha worked away as best she could on her math homework.  She was distracted, in part, by how depressed Will had seemed.  Had the movie been that sad?  It didn't seem likely.  Despite him saying it was fine, she got the distinct impression he and Mike hadn't gone at all for some reason.  The way his tail had hung so limp, the slump of his shoulders...  It spoke of a much deeper pain.  She had seen him look like that once before, almost a year ago.  She couldn't remember what it was that had caused it back then though.  She tried to push it from her mind.  He hadn't wanted to talk about whatever had happened, and he knew where she was if that changed.  She focused instead upon the perplexing math problem before her.  It looked so simple and unassuming, and yet, she just wasn't able to make much sense of it.  Why did fractions have to be so hard?!  Samantha decided to turn off the music to see if it would help her concentrate on her work a little better.  She went over to Will's music player and switched it off.  In the ensuing silence, she heard the sounds of her brother's misery.  They were faint, and she had thought she had heard what she thought was snoring when the songs ended and switched, but now with no sound covering it up and blocking it out, it was obvious to her that he was a lot worse off than she had realized.  
	Samantha tip-toed to her brothers door, and put one of her large vulpine ears to it.  No mistaking it now.  He was definitely crying.  She felt her heart fill with sadness, and she teared up at his obvious distress.  She was nearly overcome by the urge rush in and comfort him, but he had asked to be left alone; and that's what she would do, as hard as it was.  Heart heavy, she leaned her back against his door, and slid down it to the floor.  She sat there, and cried silently, sharing unknowingly in the pain of a denied love.  Her small shoulders shook, and tears streamed down her narrow muzzle.  She didn't understand why she was feeling as strongly as she was.  Of course she was sad that her brother was sad, and she would want to help anyone who was so obviously hurting.  But this felt altogether different.  It felt almost like a blade had sliced through her; a cleaver, cutting her heart in two.
	Samantha sat there on the floor outside William's room, crying blankly into her tail for a long time.  She listened, sniffling as his hiccoughs slowly faded towards the more common and comforting sounds of him sleeping.  As the sounds of his distress faded, so to did the inexplicable hurt she felt, though it didn't quite go away completely.  She wondered at the intensity of what she had felt, what Will had felt, and what it all meant.
	“Samantha, is William down there?”  Samantha jumped, hearing their mother call down the stairs suddenly.  “I thought I heard him come home, but if he did, he never stopped by the kitchen to say hello.”
	“Yeah, he got home just a little while ago, why?”  She called back up.  
	“Just checking.  Dinner will be ready in a few minutes.  Please let Will know, then come up.”
	“Okay, Mom,” Samantha responded.
	Samantha stood up and brushed off her pants.  She turned and faced Will's door, and knocked softly.  “Will?” she called, hoping he would answer.  But none came.  She took a deep breath and opened his door an inch to peek inside.  There were no lights on, and if it weren't for her ancestors keen night sight, she likely wouldn't have seen even his outline.  But he was there, face buried in his pillows, breathing slowly, heavily, and nasally.  “Will?”  She called out again, a little louder than the first time.  She thought she saw him stir, but he was clearly still sleeping.  Samantha heaved a deep sigh, gently swung the door further open, and padded over to his bed side.  
	William's bed was high off the floor, and Samantha was just a little short for her age.  It was about navel height for her, so it posed an almost credible obstacle to her.  She heaved herself onto Will bed, and marveled at how he managed to not wake up from all the movement.  Sammy looked around the bed, and at her brother.  His facial fur was matted, and still damp with tears.  His pillows likewise was dark with moisture.  He snuffled laboriously into the thick, damp cotton, and she felt a surge of sadness.  She shook the feeling from her head.
	Gathering up her determination, she resolutely placed her paws on Will's shoulder and shook him.  “Will!  Wake up!”  She called, still trying to not be too loud.  “Dinner's ready!”

	  William opened his eyes a little.  He groaned 'What's going on?' incoherently into his pillow.  He shifted slightly, lifting his muzzle up half an inch and looked over at what had woken him up.  Samantha was sitting on her haunches on his bed, a paw on his shoulder.  He rolled over and away from Sammy.  “I'm up, I'm u-”  Will suddenly fell silent as he saw the tear stains on her face.  He reached up to tenderly wipe the tears streaks from her fur, but pulled back at the last second.
	“What's wrong?” William asked her.  
	“I wanna ask you the same thing,” she responded.  “And I asked first.”
	“I don't want to talk about it,”  Will said evasively, looking away,
	“Then I don't want to talk about why I was,” she countered.  They stared at each other, at an impasse.  Each wanted to know what had hurt the other and neither willing to say anything until the other spoke.  William looked away awkwardly.  
	“Me an' Mike, we didn't go and see the movie,” William started.
	“I figured that out.”
	“I suppose I should've figured you would.”
	“So why didn't you go?”  Samantha asked.  William sniffled, a tear forming at the corner of this eye, and trickled down into his cheek fur.  
	He didn't want to say, it still didn't feel right, confiding in his eight- almost nine year old sister.  But he wanted to know why she had been crying, and he couldn't comfort her if he didn't know what had caused it.  And, he had to admit, it would be nice to be able to confide in someone.  “Micheal broke up with me,” he stated matter of factually, surprised by the steadiness of his own voice as he said it.  It hurt, to be sure, but the crying had been amazingly cathartic.  
	Samantha drew back, surprised.  “Why?!”  
	“Be-because he didn't feel it was the best relationship for us,” he evaded.  “Now tell me why were you crying.”  
	Samantha opened her muzzle to speak, but she was interrupted by the voice of their father echoing down the stairs.  “Hey, Will, Sam?  It's time for dinner.  Come up here please.”
	Samantha closed her mouth, then reopened it to say, “Okay Daddy, we'll be right up!”  Then she looked at her brother.  She pulled on his arm, helping him sit up.  She grabbed him up in a tight hug.  “It's gonna be okay, Will,”  She said.  “I love you.  Will that be enough?”  William didn't know what to say.  He didn't know if Samantha realized what she was saying or how it sounded to him, and he ached to find out, but he couldn't.  He pet her back, rubbing down her shirt where it had become ruffled by sliding against the door to his bedroom.  
	“I love you too, Samantha,”  William replied, but he knew how he meant it.  For him, it went so much deeper.  After a moment, he sighed, nodding to her.  “Thanks, Sam.  Come on, lets go eat.”

	After dinner, William and Samantha returned to the den, where he spent time helping her with her math home work.  He checked the answers for the first one when they were done, but took the second one to review later.  He just didn't want to do it right then, and it wasn't due until Monday anyway.  All through out, William tried to keep some kind of space separating him from Sam, but it seemed she would have none of it.  A second after he would move away, she would be right next to him again.  He kept tripping up while explaining lowest common denominators to her because their hips would keep bumping up against each other.  Her tail would brush along his own (it had to be accidental) in a very sensual way, and it was turning him on immensely.
	“Okay, that's enough for tonight,”  William finally said, standing up and attempting to conceal his erection with the unreviewed worksheet.  “I'm gonna go and play on the computer for a while, and I might come back out later, okay?”  Samantha replied in the affirmative.  He also noticed that she kept looking at the sheet of paper he was holding.  The look of curiosity on her face...  It was almost as if she knew.  The thought further aroused Will, but he didn't want to find out in case it had been all just coincidence.  
	William returned to his room.  He looked at it for a moment, clearing his mind of the arousal he was feeling.  His room was a little bit of a mess, so he focused on that to help.  Clothes on the floor, bed unkempt, papers all over his desk and night stand.  He put the worksheet down on the mass of papers on his night stand and attacked the clothes on the floor, setting aside a towel for later use.  Then he cleared his desk of all the papers on it, adding them to the pile on the night stand.  'I'll take care of these later,'  He thought to himself.  He went over to the computer, and turned it on.  
	The computer was a frankenmutt, cobbled together from from individually purchased pieces.  It took only a moment to boot up.  He logged in and heaved a deep sigh.  On his desktop was a photo of him and Sam, cuddling up together in front of the den fireplace during a snowstorm.  Samantha was so much smaller just a year ago.  They were wrapped in a small red blanket, barely big enough for the both of them.  The warm light of the fire before them bathing the whole scene with hues of red, orange and yellow.   His arms were wrapped around her, tail tucked up cutely between their legs and she was holding it, muzzle buried into into the fur.  The part of her muzzle that could be seen showed such comfort, trust and love that it was blinding.  It was after seeing this picture, he realized how much he loved her back.  William sighed again and opened the web browser.  He set it to in private, and went to his favorite site for when he need a good release.  
	William unbuttoned his shorts, and pushed his underwear down under his balls.  He arranged his towel over himself to preempt the mess making.  In the time he cleaned his room, he had slipped fully back into his sheath, but now, his dick was poking out again.  He rubbed his sheath gently, coaxing the tip out gently with his paw, while he clicked around with his right.  Finding a video of a nicely endowed female otter playing with herself, he got to business.  He stroked his balls, enjoying the feel of the soft, downy fur.  He let his paw roam farther down, to his butt.  He started up a steady rhythm on his dick and started fingering his anus.  
	He watched the video as he played, enjoying the the form of the otter woman.  Her fingers buried into her wet sex, moaning, and clearly enjoying the stimulation.  As he touched and played with himself, he payed less and less attention to the otter woman on the screen.  He eventually receded entirely into his own fantasy, one where he was with Samantha.  Pre dribbled from his tip as he imagined her kneeling between his legs and taking his cock into her little muzzle.  
	In his mind,  Samantha sucked on his erect cock, moans escaping her muzzle every so often, one paw on her own sex fingering it, while the other played with his butt.  He could almost feel Sammy's small digits inside him in place of his own, stretching him just the right amount and testing the limits of the rubbery muscle.  He could feel her warm muzzle gripping his shaft, sliding up and down and flicking the tip with her tongue.  "Oh, oh Sam,"  William muttered under his breath.  He felt his orgasm beginning to well up.  He redoubled his efforts on his behind and the speed of his stroking.  He could feel Samantha applying suction to his dick now, feel her fingers digging into him, pressing on his prostate.  William came hard enough that it almost passed over the towel to hit him in the face.  He called out Sam's name again, struggling to keep his voice down.  It would have been to quiet to hear if his door had been completely shut, like he had left it.  
But it wasn't.  Samantha had opened the door a crack and was watching from the door.  
	Samantha had heard noises in his bedroom, and wanted to investigate.  When she had her ear to the door and heard her name the first time, she had opened it a crack.  Now she was stunned.  Aroused as hell, but stunned.  The woman on the screen was doing the things she did to feel good, and William was watching her and enjoying it himself.  But what had most surprised her was that he was moaning her name!  She felt the now familiar itch in her cunny suddenly flare up.  It was so intense!  She shut the door and fled up the basement stairs to her bedroom on the second floor.  A moment later, she was masturbating, and the moment she could stop, she fell asleep.  

	It was Friday afternoon, and school was over for the day.  Samantha and Rebecca spent a short time after class talking with Fred, who was still working away in the janitors closet next door to the girls restroom.  Fred seemed like a really nice guy, and the two girls liked talking with him.  He seemed to currently be removing pipes and various fixtures, and had informed the girls that some, though not all, of the sinks and toilets would be out of order for the day.  The girls went out as usual through the gymnasium doors to the side parking lot, chatting a mile a minute about the plans for this evening.  There was a large van parked there now, thought it hadn't been there when they arrived that morning.  It was just far enough from the door the girls could get past it, but the rear facing doors were slightly ajar.  Rebecca was going to ignore it.  But then she caught sight of what looked like a couple of plushies, a blanket, and several other things she couldn't really identify because they were only partially glimpsed in the back.  She stopped and just as she was about to say something, Fred came out of the gymnasium door behind them.  
	“Oh, hello again girls.  I thought you'd already be on the bus home.”  Fred said, striding right up to the back of his van.
	“Huh?”  Rebecca said, startled out of her thoughts on the curious things she had seen in the back of the van.  Gathering her wits, she stated, “I live over there, remember?  On the other side of the field.”
	“Ah, yes.  I remember you saying that.”  Fred replied.
	“Why is your van over here?  It wasn't here yesterday, or this morning.”  
	“Well, I really didn't want to have to walk any farther to my van than necessary to get my tools and carry away the stuff I'm replacing, and I was just inspecting and making calls yesterday.”
	“Makes sense.”  She replied simply.
	Rebecca pointed at the back of the van, curious.  “I thought I saw toys and a blanket in there.  Why do you have toys, and do you sleep in there?”
	Samantha looked up at Fred in surprise, then at the van curiously.  Fred looked startled, then horrified.  Seeing that he had left the door open just a little, hastily shut it to conceal it's contents from them.  “Yes,”  he replied after a moments hesitation.  “I have a couple of plushies that I never could bare to part with in there.  And yes, I do occasionally sleep in there, if I'm at a job for a while.  I took a nap in there today during lunch.  I got my favorite fox plush out, and I guess I managed to forget to put him away when I got up.”
	“Aw, you still like your plushies?”  The two girls said in near perfect harmony.
	“Yes, I do.  But I'd appreciate it if you didn't just go and tell everyone that.  It's just a little embarrassing.  And if you want, just maybe, I'll introduce you to them before I leave on Monday.  Now, I have to get back to work, I do want to be finished by Monday afternoon at the latest, and I have to be out of here by five tonight.  I got a lot to do to stay on schedule.”  Fred waited for the girls to leave before opening the van back up.  There was indeed a few plushies and a blanket on the small mattress back here.  But there were other things back here, things he was glad his lack of care hadn't revealed to the girls.  The Softpaw magazines.  The pre-owned, cub sized panties, damp and wadded up, but only partially concealed in the plastic grocery bag they were now stuffed in.  The metal bars at the head and foot of the little mattress and blanket.  The zip-ties.  And the dog cage, perfect for holding one very large pet dog.  

	Samantha and Rebecca continued on, past the van a short way.  William was already waiting for Sammy, backpack in hand, tail swaying and fur ruffling in the lazy late spring breeze.  Rebecca leaned in real close to Samantha and said,  "I can't wait till you come over.  We are going to have so much fun,"  Then turned and left, to cross the field to her home.  Samantha approached her brother and gave him a hug.
	"Hey, Will," she said.
	"Hey yourself," he responded.  "How was your day?"
	"It was fine.  Really boring.  I might be starting to get the hang of dividing fractions.  Thanks for helping me with that,"
	"No problem, Sam.  Excited for your sleep over tonight?"
	Samantha blushed a little, thinking about what she and Rebecca were planning on getting up to later on that night.  William noticed, and wondered, but didn't mention it.
	"Yeah."
	William took Sammy's hand, unconsciously threading his fingers in between hers, and began moving towards the school buses.  She followed him and he told her about his day.  They got on the buss and sat together as they usually did,  Will sitting on the outside in an unconscious protective gesture.  Samantha didn't mind.  She always felt uncomfortable on the buss, due largely to the fact that none of their friends took this buss, and it was full of bullies.  But with Will between her and them, she felt calmer.  Will had walked to and from school, but when she had told him she didn't like riding it because everyone on it seemed so mean, he had simply started riding it with her.  Her Mom had promised her that next year she could start walking to school, like Will if she wanted.  
	Samantha leaned back into her seat, watching as Will got out a pencil and a note pad and began scribbling something.  After several lines, he dug into his bag for a school book, checked a seemingly random page; then resumed writing, looking pensive.  The bus began turning a corner, and the sun outside flashed in through a window on the other side.  The dust in the air created angled god rays, illuminating Will.  He looked like he had a gold colored outline, and the haze made him shimmer in her perception.  For a moment, the ungodly din of the other cubs seemed to lessen.  Her eyes teared slightly, partly to do with the discomfort of the light in her eyes.  But there was something else.  Something she felt in her heart, making it flutter.  But in a flash, the sun moved across the breadth of the window, and it was gone.  The bus had successfully made its long, laborious turn to a new street.  
	Samantha felt empty in the wake of the sudden appearance, then absence, of that new and weird sensation.  A feeling that she couldn't identify.  She sank into her thoughts, as the bus ride continued.  She remained quiet, watching Will scribble away, hoping the moment or the feeling that moment had brought would repeat itself.  But it didn't.  Turn after turn, street after street.  Cub after cub exited the bus but she was left disappointed.  Finally, the bus arrived at their house.  Lost in reverie as she was, she didn't even notice.  Will reached out and took her paw, telling her they were home, and for an all to brief instant, she felt her heart flutter again.
	Samantha snapped back to herself abruptly.  She picked up her things and got off the bus with Will.  Samantha went inside, mind now turning away from those feelings and back to the sleep over.  She quickly ran upstairs to her room and emptied out her backpack.  She grabbed some clothes, her favorite plushie, a small gray colored mouse in an adventures outfit, and a few other things.  In short order, she was ready to go.  As she was finishing up, her Dad came in.  
	“Hey Pumpkin, you sure are excited to sleep over at Rebecca's.  Didn't even come and say hi to dear old Dad.”
	“Oops!  Sorry Daddy,”  Samantha said.  “I am really excited.  I'm all ready to go!”
	“Would you like to go say hi and good-bye to your Mother before you go?”
	“Yeah!”
	“Okay, sweetheart.  I'll meet you downstairs.”
	Samantha ran down to the living room, where her Mom was watching the news.  As she entered, the news caster stated “-and there are no new leads on the individual responsible.  Now, a word from our sponsors!”  
	“Hi, Mommy!”
	“Hi sweety.  How was school today?”
	“It was boring review work, except for math.  I don't like dividing fractions.”
	“It'll come in useful some day.  So, are you going to get ready for your sleep over with Rebecca?”
	“Already set to go.  Daddy's waiting for me by the door.”
	“Ah, I see.  Just one question before you go.  What do you want to do for your ninth birthday, and what kind of cake do you want?”
	“I hadn't really thought about it.  But, maybe just a movie with you, dad, Will, and Rebecca.  As for cake, that's easy!  Lemon with chocolate frosting!”
	“Okay, I'll talk to dad when he gets back about that.  See you tomorrow, sweety, have fun!”  
	Samantha left the living room and went to the den.  She found William there, kneeling at the coffee table.  He was still scribbling away into his pad, with the book from the bus open on the table beside him.  He was now several pages into it.  She sneaked up behind him, quietly as she could.  She stood still when Will's pencil stopped moving and looked up, but he didn't appear noticed her.  He bent his head back down to the paper, and she continued her stalking.  She was half a step behind him when his pencil dropped and his paw was  suddenly wrapped around her extended wrist.  He hadn't even turned around.  She stumbled back, Will using his grip on her to guide her gently down as she tumbled.  They ended with Samantha on her back, Will crouching over her knees.  
	“You'd make a lousy hunter.”  Will said playfully, giving her an awkward hug.  “I knew you would be down here to say good by and wouldn't be able to pass up a chance to try pouncing me.”
	“No fair!”
	“You know what they say.  All's fair in love and war.  Hunting your brother counts as war in my book.”
	Samantha stuck out her tongue at Will and humphed, but it was more an act to cover recurrence of the strange flutter in her chest and keep his attention away from her excitedly jittering tail from having him over her like he was.  She loved play hunting, and being hunted, by her brother.  But she liked it because she loved how he made her feel helpless, but never unsafe.  The fact that she never won wasn't even an issue to her.  She made a valiant effort to escape, but Will was both stronger and heavier.  She was also well experienced in the near futility of escape from him.  William took pity on his poor, squirming sister and let her up.
	“Have fun over at Rebecca's.  And expect further revenge when you get home,” William said cryptically.  He knelt back at the table like nothing had happened and resumed his homework.
	Samantha got up and left the den, stopping at her room to get her backpack.  She arrived in the front hall to find her dad waiting, jingling his keys.
	“All set?”  He asked.
	“Yup!  Let's go!”
	The ride was short.  Samantha lived on the other side of the Connecticut river, but it was a mere fifteen minute walk.  With the lights, it was almost the same length of time to drive.  Rebecca was already outside to greet her, her little sister Erin on her lap.  Samantha jumped out of the car almost as soon as it stopped moving, backpack already in hand.  Rebecca ushered Erin off of her lap and they came to say hello to their visitor.
	“Hewwo, Sahmanthah!”  Erin yelled gleefully, rocketing across the Fields small front yard like she'd been launched out of a cannon.  Sammy was almost knocked off her feet by the little mousy projectile hitting her knees.
	“Hi Erin!”  Samantha replied with almost as much enthusiasm.  She turned to her friend as she finally caught up to her sister.
	“Thanks again for the invite to a sleep over,” Samantha said, disengaging from Erin and sending her off at Hunter, who was just getting out of the car.
	Rebecca leaned in so Hunter and Erin wouldn't over hear her.  “You excited for later?”  Samantha didn't need any clarification on what she meant by 'later'.
	“Yeah, but I'm nervous too,”  She said.  Rebecca nodded.
	“Lets go inside, dinner is ready!”
	“What's for dinner?”  Samantha asked as they began walking to the house.
	“Mom made Chicken Casserole today.  She knows you like it.”
	Rebecca let everyone inside and called out to her Mom.  “Hey, Mom?  Samantha's here!”
	“And what about me?”  Hunter playfully inquired of Rebecca.  “Am I just the guy that drove her?"
	"Thank you, Hunter!"  Rebecca said, giggling.
	"Would you like to stay for dinner?"  Andra, Rebecca's mother called out from the kitchen.  "It's almost ready.  Rebecca, would you come in here and help Roddy set the table?"
	"Okay, Mom, coming!"
	"No, sorry, Lissandra's making dinner tonight, and I couldn't bare to eat away tonight.  Also have a lot of paperwork to do.  I sold three houses today, couldn't believe it."  He yelled back.
	"Congrats!  But the offer stands anytime you're around.  Same for Lissandra, if ever she's interested."
	"Thanks, Andra.  I'll let Lissa know."  Turning to Samantha, Hunter asked,  "You got everything you need there, Pumpkin?"
	"Yeah, I got everything.  I'll see you when you come and get me?"
	"You got it.  3Pm, tomorrow right?"
	"Yup!"  Hunter left.
	Dinner with the Fields was a long, energetic affair, consisting of five cubs and two surprisingly childish adults.  Andra and Roderick Sr. were young for parents of four cubs, the eldest of which being seventeen.  Andra and Roderick were just fifteen when they had conceived Roderick Jr.  Their four cubs were Roderick Jr., seventeen, Laura, fourteen, Rebecca, eight, and little Erin, five.  It was an amazing mess of limbs and smack talk.  Soon, the casserole had been destroyed, along with the copious side dishes and about a gallon and a half of milk.  Filled to the bursting point and laughing hard enough to be worried they might actually explode, Rebecca and Samantha excused themselves from the table.
	“Lets go play some video games!”  Rebecca exclaimed, still glowing with laughter.  
	“Sure, what do you wanna play?”  Samantha asked.
	“Well, you're the guest, so you pick the game?”
	“How about SmashBro's?”
	“Hell yeah!  I'll go get the game set up.”
	Samantha bounced along with Rebecca into the living room and flopped down on the couch near the TV.  Rebecca reached into the TV cabinet and pulled out a pair of controllers and unraveled the cords.  She tossed the first one to Sammy.  After a moment, the title screen popped up and moments later they were duking it out as Kirby and Fox McCloud on a falling platform.  Sammy didn't play as many video games as Rebecca, but she had better reflexes, and so held her own quite well.  Still, at the end of an hour and a half, it was five to three, Rebecca's favor.  The girls were preparing to enter another match when Roderick Jr. came in.  He went into the cabinet and grabbed a controller and sat down on the couch next to Rebecca, on the opposite side from Samantha.
	“Ready to see a pro in action?”  The teenage mouse asked of the girls, looking snidely at his sister.
	“Bring it!”  Rebecca said, resetting the stage to allow Roderick to join.
	Roderick was brutal.  He gave no concessions, and he won the next three games easily.  Finally, in the fourth game, the two of them  ganged up on him and almost beat him, but pulled off an amazing comeback.
	“Well, I think I should stop so you two can actually play.  I'll just watch now.”  He set down his controller.  They started a new game.  Samantha was losing badly this round, and was certain she was done for.  But when she expected the final blow to come,  It didn't.  Instead, there was a light gasp from Rebecca.  Samantha was in full competitive mode, and thought nothing of it.  She unloaded every move she knew.  
	“Hey, no fair!”  Rebecca complained to Roderick, as the winner was displayed on screen.  “You interfered!”
	“I have no idea what you're talking about,” he countered with a sly grin on his face.
	The next game began, and again, just when Rebecca was about to win, she gasped and Samantha won.  This time though, Sammy was more aware of what was going on.  She saw Roderick's paw rubbing the front of Rebecca's pants.  Samantha tried to ignore it.  She wasn't sure she was ready for this yet.  Unfortunately, she wasn't given much of a chance.  
	Roderick leaned over Rebecca and kissed her deeply.  His paw remained right where it was, gently caressing her mound through her jeans.  Samantha's jaw dropped.  Was he really doing this right in front of her?  Did he already know she'd seen everything?!  Rebecca huffed heavily through the kiss, but Roderick didn't let it last long.  Freed at last, Rebecca gulped down some air.
	“'Becca tells me you spied on us last time you were here.”  Roderick kept his voice low, and spoke sternly and matter of factually.
	Still processing what she had just seen, Samantha's responses was a little mumbled.  “I-it was an accident.”
	“Becca also told me you liked what you saw.”  Roderick continued.
	“Y-yeah, I-I did.”
	“You haven't told anyone, right?  Other than 'Becca, of course?”
	“N-no.”  Samantha looked pleadingly over at Rebecca, and she spoke up.
	“Roddy, stop it.  I think you're scaring Sammy.  She was really embarrassed about it.”
	“I'm just asking questions, sis,” he said, looking away from Sam and into Rebecca's eyes.   “Don't forget how dangerous it is for us to be caught.  What could happen to us, if anyone finds out.”
	“Yeah, I know, you told me.”  Rebecca said, sighing.  
	Roderick lowered his voice to a whisper.  “I love you, 'Becca, my little Beanstalk.  I don't want to lose you.”  He lightly tickled her sides.
	“I love you to, Roddy, my Giant.”  Rebecca giggled, and kissed Roderick's nose while Samantha looked on in mild confusion.  Roderick looked back over at Sammy.
	“Look, I'm sorry I put you on the spot, but I need to know that you won't ever tell Anyone about us.  If you promise me that, I'll let you join me and 'Becca later tonight if that's what you want.  At least, that's what this one,” and he paused to tug lightly on Rebecca's mousy whiskers, “has been telling me.”  Samantha shot a look at her friend.
	“I won't tell anyone.  I promise,” Samantha said.  She was still quite apprehensive and very uncertain whether or not she wanted to do anything involving Roderick, but she could keep a secret. 
	“Okay.  That's all that matter's to me.”  Roderick looked at his watch, and said a bit louder,  “Look's like it's already getting late, girls.  Maybe you two should go get ready for bed.”
	“Aww, come on.  It's not even Nine yet!”  Rebecca pouted, but with a twinkle in her eye that Samantha didn't ever recall seeing there before.
	“But what kind of responsible brother would I be if I didn't make sure my sister wasn't ready in time?  It's only a half an hour away, after all.”  He leaned back in and whispered to the two girls, “After all, you'll need to rest up for later.”  Rebecca giggled and blushed.  She rushed a quick kiss with Roderick, and began putting the game system away.
	“Come on, Sammy,”  Rebecca said, seeing her friend remain seated on the couch.  Help me out!”  Roderick got up from the couch.  Would you like me to come and tuck you girls in?”
	“Yes!”  Rebecca said, wiggling her butt and tail in the air as she put the game controllers back into the cabinet from whence they came.  It afforded Roderick and Samantha an excellent view of her nether regions.  Roddy adjusted his pants to make his bulge less conspicuous, bent over and gave a light pat to Rebecca's butt, then put his hand on Samantha's shoulder.  
	“Thanks,”  He said simply, then walked out of the living room.
	Rebecca got up just as her brother was leaving the room.  “I'm so excited!”  She whispered.  She grabbed Samantha's hand and dragged her up stairs to the bathroom.  The very bathroom the events she had spied last time she was here occurred.  The bathroom smelled of cleaner.  Nowhere was there a whiff of that tantalizing odor that had permeated the room that night after Roderick and Rebecca had finished their illicit act.  She realized suddenly that she was very horny, and had been since seeing her friend kiss her brother like that.  Did her brother want to kiss her like that?  It seemed to her he wanted to do similar things with her to what Rebecca and Roderick were doing.  Her face and ears grew hot with blush as she thought about the possibilities.  She saw a hand pass in front of her face.
	“Uh, hello?  Earth to Samantha?  Where did you go?”  Samantha snapped out of her daydreams.
	“Huh?  Oh, uh, sorry,”  she said sheepishly, instinctively laying her ears flat to conceal the blush.
	“Let's brush our teeth, then when we get to my room, you can tell me what made you blush so hard, okay?”
	Samantha grabbed her toothbrush, which had been kindly placed there by Andra at some point while the girls had been playing games.  In short order, they were in Rebecca's room, and Samantha was laying out the sleeping bag that the fields used for when she slept over.
	“What were ya thinking about in the bathroom?  I noticed you sniffing, then you blushed super hard.”
	“I...  I wanted to see if the bathroom smelled like it did last time, you know, after you and Roderick... You know...”
	“Oh, wow, you could smell that?  I forget sometimes how much better a foxes sense of smell is to us mice.”
	“After that, I thought about...”  Samantha paused
	Rebecca giggled.  “Thought about what?”
	“Never mind, forget it,” she said, changing her mind about talking about what she had seen and heard Will doing.  Instead, Samantha busied herself reaching into her back pack for her night clothes.  She had chosen a pair of white cotton panties with a bunny face printed on it right over her cunny, and a too small pink t-shirt.  Following her lead, Rebecca went to her dresser and removed a pair of old pajama bottoms with a Hello Kitty print and a t-shirt of her own.  They turned to face each other.
	Samantha found it funny that they had done this dozens of times before.  But now that she knew, it felt a little awkward.  They looked, each blushing, but neither of them really moving.  Finally, Rebecca shrugged, and pulled off her shirt.
	Rebecca's light gray fur was very short, but lustrous.  Her little pink nipples were stiff, and stood out prominently on her completely undeveloped chest.  Samantha couldn't help but to stare.  She slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, revealing pink panties that were already just a tad damp from arousal.  She let her pants fall unhindered down her skinny legs.  Rebecca deliberately took her time, bending over and freeing her heels and paws from her pants, teasing her friend.  Unaware she was even doing it, focused as she was on her friends show, Samantha's paw had unbuttoned her jeans, and was now rubbing her mound through the fabric of her panties.  
	Rebecca turned back around and saw Samantha rubbing herself, and smiled.  She too rubbed herself a little through her panties, before hooking her fingers through the hem and yanking them half way down.  She sat on her bed and and ground on it little.  She had started out just trying to tease her friend, but it had worked better than she expected, and now she was all hot and bothered too.  Rebecca reclined herself, her lower half off the bed, putting her sex clearly on display to Samantha.
	“You gonna take your clothes off to, or just stare at me and rub yourself?”
	Samantha started, just realizing that she was playing with herself; her panties now damp with arousal.  She somewhat hesitantly started to remove her shirt.  Rebecca watched her, encouraging her along.  When she pulled the shirt over her muzzle, she put her paw between her legs and spread her little pussy open.  Sammy finished removing her shirt and got an eyeful of her friends cunny.  Samantha stared at Rebecca's flower, spread open and glistening in the soft glow of the rooms' halogen lamp.  She could feel the heat rising in her rapidly.  She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them and her underwear off in one go.  Her panties had a fair sized damp spot on them.  She felt the cool air of the room on her hot sex.  She looked up at Rebecca.
	“Do your want to touch me?”  Rebecca asked.  Samantha only nodded her head yes.  She took a hesitant step forward, then another.  She felt the itch in her cunny grow, and compel her towards her friend.  Soon, she was at arms reach.  Samantha just stood there, looking at Rebecca, idly rubbing her pussy and not making any further moves.  It wasn't like her to be shy, but she just didn't really know what she should do.  Rebecca reached out and took Samantha's free paw in her own, and guided it to her pussy.
	She felt the heat coming off of it, and the wetness.  It permeated the fur on her fingers.  Taking some initiative, she stroked her friends clit a couple times experimentally, eliciting gasps of pleasure.  Gaining in confidence from the positive response, she closed the gap between them a little more, and began gently exploring her friends folds with a claw tip.  Rebecca cupped her undeveloped chest and palyed with a nipple.  
	Samantha slowly became more comfortable and confident with what she was doing.  It also caused her to feel good in ways she hadn't expected.  The feeling in her own cunny continued to strengthen, but now without feeling like it was going to burn her from the inside out.  Samantha rubbed at the outside of her friends folds, causing Rebecca to moan softly.  The fur around her pussy becoming ever slicker with her juices.  After a moment more, she moved even closer to Rebecca.  She had her eyes shut, enjoying the stimulation.   Sammy climbed up onto the bed over her, straddling her, and gently pushed her back.  Rebecca squeaked, opening her eyes, surprised by the seemingly sudden forwardness.  But she scooched back onto the bed some to make room and laid down so Sammy could get better access to her.
	Samantha rubbed Rebecca's cunny a little more, once they were situated safely on the bed.  But she soon grew tired of doing just that.  Sammy moved her paw lower down on her friends mound, and found the entrance to her tunnel.  It surprised Sammy that it was wide enough to immediately accommodate the two fingers she pushed into her folds.  She could never fit more than just one.  The soft, breathy moans of Rebecca's pleasure became gasps, as her depths were invaded by Sammy's probing digits.  Her back arched, and she came, her walls spasming around Samantha's fingers.  Samantha was amazed by the sensation of her friends muscles rippling and contracting around her fingers.  It felt so similar, and yet so surprisingly different than when it was her own tunnel around her fingers!  But she smiled, knowing she had just brought her friend pleasure.  She felt fresh warm fluid gush out over her fingers and pulled them out of her friends pussy to lick them, wondering if it tasted different from her own.  Rebecca groaned a feeble protest at the removal of the only recently inserted fingers from within her depths.  
	It did taste different, though the difference wasn't significant.  But it didn't taste any less good.  She sucked the juices from her fingers hungrily.  When she was finished, she looked down at Rebecca, who was looking up at her with heavily lidded eyes.
	"Taste good?"  She asked.
	"Y-yes," she replied somewhat abashedly, despite knowing there was nothing to be embarrassed about.
	"Roddy tells me it tastes even better from the source..."  Rebecca said, trailing of at the end.  It took a moment for Samantha to figure out what she meant by that.  At first she was a little put off by the idea.  But as she thought about it, and at the urging of the lustful fog rising up and surrounding her brain, it quickly lost its gross out factor.  She began to move down the bed, but Rebecca stopped her.
	"Wait.  If you lay down with your legs toward me, I can lick you while you lick me."  Samantha hesitated, but ultimately decided to do what Rebecca suggested.  She turned around to face away from her, then laid down, footpaws by her friends head and her face to her cunny.  She inhaled deeply of her friends sent.  It was the same vaguely sour scent she had smelled in the bathroom after she and Roderick had had sex, except much stronger and absent the heavier, musky undertones.  She wasn't sure about putting her tongue there just yet though, but any thought about anything was abruptly ended when she felt Rebecca's warm tongue slide across her damp folds.  She cried out with sudden pleasure.  She hadn't been prepared for it and it blew her mind that it could feel so good.  She felt the warm, probing tongue of her friend slide across her slit a second time.  This time she was able to keep her volume down.
	There was a brief reprieve from the the sensations that lasted several seconds, save for the feel of Rebecca's warm, panting breaths on her cunny.  The feeling of that tongue, brief though it had been, were as good as anything she had done for herself in the last six weeks.  She wanted to return that feeling.  She stuck her tongue out and took a quick lick at her friends nub.  The gasp from Rebecca was instantaneous.  Her tongue, narrower than most cannids, was still flatter and broader than most tongues, and it easily enveloped the little bud, the nerves picking up every tiny twitch.  She ran her tongue down the crease of her folds like it was a guide, stopping at each new feature.  She reached Rebecca's tunnel and stopped, not yet ready to take the plunge.  Instead, she pulled her tongue back in the characteristic backward cupping motion of all mammals, pulling back along her cunny and collecting her juices along the way.  Rebecca squeaked from the stimulation.  Samantha lapped the gathered fluid into her mouth and swallowed.  She was mildly surprised by how much she had managed to gather.  Just as she was about to go for the second lick, Rebecca drove her tongue deep inside Samantha.  
	Rebecca pushed her tongue directly into the small, dripping gap at the bottom of Sammy's pussy.  She wiggled her tongue, trying to fit it into the small space.  She pushed harder and harder, seeking entrance.  Finally, it slid in, having accrued a critical amount of spit and Sammy's own juice to lubricate the way.  She went as deep as she could, and then imitated Samantha's scooping with her own tongue.  She felt Samantha's pussy clamp down on her tongue painfully half way out, then begin rhythmically pulling at her tongue, trying to suck it in deeper.  She withdrew her tongue from her.  She didn't even notice, deep as she was in the throes of pleasure.
	There came a soft knock on the door.  The girls both tensed, and were on the verge of panic as Roderick came in.  Seeing his sister and Samantha sixty-nining and starting to panic at being caught, he quickly stepped in and shut the door.
	"Couldn't wait for me girls?"  He teased, defusing the situation and leaning against the door a moment with an ear to it to make sure no one was coming.  Rebecca nervous giggled from between Samantha's legs, the vibrations causing the stressed girl to go into a sudden, second orgasm.  She moaned out, loudly.  Roderick crossed the room quickly and covered her muzzle to muffle the sounds.  "Shh, I came up here because I could hear you from downstairs.  Mom and Dad were gonna come up, but I convinced them that I could take care of it."  He looked down at Samantha, eyes closed as her second orgasm faded and the afterglow settled in.  She nodded her head in his hand.  "Laura is out for the evening and Erin is asleep already.  Mom and Dad are both busy doing paperwork for the business, so if we're quiet, we'll be fine."  He let go of Sammy's muzzle.  
	“Really?!”  Rebecca gasped, nudging Samantha and guiding her off of her face.  Samantha and Rebecca sat up on the bed and faced Roderick.
	“Yeah.  So, Samantha, did you and Becca' have fun?”
	“Mm hmm,” Samantha said, nodding.  “It was great.”
	“I'm glad,” he said.  “But would you like to try being with a boy?”  Samantha went red in the ears.
	“It's nice you want to invite Samantha to join and all, but don't I get a say in this?”  Rebecca asked.
	“Are you telling me you would say no if she said yes?”  Roderick countered.
	Watching the playful banter between the two siblings, the nervousness she had been feeling at the beginning suddenly resurface with a vengeance.
	“Well, no,”  Rebecca said, looking over at Sammy.  “I do want you to play with me and Nimrod-”
	“Hey, don't call me that!”  Roderick interjected, swatting Rebecca's shoulder.
	She continued on as if she hadn't been interrupted.  “Would you like to?”
	“I-It's okay.  I don't... Don't really want to right now anyway,” she said, trying to sound disinterested.  In truth, she was very interested, just super nervous.  And she wasn't feeling particularly aroused anymore, now that she'd had two orgasms.  “Maybe I-I could just w-watch?”
	“That's okay,” Roderick said putting a comforting paw on Samantha's shoulder.  “I don't want to push you into something you're uncomfortable with.”  He moved his paw over to Rebecca's, and pulled her over to himself.  Rebecca reached up and pulled his muzzle down to her own, and kissed him deeply, before settling into his lap.  Roderick slid a paw down over his sisters pussy and rubbed lightly in a figure eight around her clit and entrance.  “If you want to watch, your welcome to.”  Rebecca nodded enthusiastically, breath rate rising rapidly as her brother continued to stimulate her expertly.  He pushed every one of her buttons in exactly the right way, and in just seconds, Rebecca was heaving and gasping as she was sent off into bliss.  
	Roderick used his other paw to unzip his pants, and Samantha saw that he was already fully erect, the tip peaking out over the waistband of his boxers and leaking pre.  Lifting the gasping Rebecca off of himself, he laid her lengthwise on the bed.  He positioned himself over her, sliding his pants and boxers down to his ankles in one well practiced and fluid motion.  Samantha got off the bed to give them room at a gesture from Roderick and went to the desk chair in the corner of the room.  She sat and watched the events unfold, free this time to watch unhindered.