Zayra woke saturday morning, hearing Zays alarm going off. His phone making a loud crashing and banging. She rolled a little, looking up at the ceiling. The white celing looking orange in the morning rays from her window. Her paws rose to rub the tired blurrs from her eyes before both fell to her chest.
The house fell quiet, save for Henrys snoring. Then Zays door opened and the bathroom door shut.
'Guess he didn't take a shower last night...' She rolled to face her wall and held her arm. Remembering the arousing feel of Zays hot bulge on her crotch, rubbing as their tongues coiled around each others. Just the memory was enough to spark new arousal in her underwear.
Re-imagining the feel of it all. Pinned, helpless under his muscled body. 
As much as her body burned to do it all again, her heart was heavy. 'Gerald would be pissed. Cheating on him, with my own brother. Zay, the soccor champion, the player...' She slowly opened her mouth, smacking her dry lips and seperating her tongue from the roof of her mouth with a sticky noise. After a few smacks she swallowed and took a breath.
Her body was a shifting mix of pleasure and guilt. Loving and hating every bit of arousal between her legs. Her mind playing back the moment with Zay, in their own parents bed. Her paw hesitantly reaching down to rub the soft fabric of her shorts, feeling the warm gooiness between her legs in her underwear. Guilt panging in her chest as the thought of Gerald finding out. Her paw lifted away as a few tears escaped, wiping them away as she sat up.
Not bothering with putting on actual clothes she stepped out of her room and down the steps to the kitchen, locating a spoon and bowl.
Zay pittered down the steps in a pair of jean shorts and a band tee. His wallet chain dangling on his thigh, belt tail visible. He had a small bag dangling from his hand.
She turned and looked at him, noting his pause. Looking at his ears as they dipped back. 'He wants to say something, but it looks like he's afraid to...Maybe an apology for yesterday?' Her ears had pricked up at his arival, but were slowly lowering again. 'Does he hate me? For rejecting him for what ever he's looking for?'
He sighed and turned toward the door, "I'm going to practice, be home at noon." The front door opened.
She reached into a cabnet and pulled out two granolla bars, following him to the porch. "Zay?"
He was already down a few steps, looking back and up at her. His ears back, red eyes staring at hers.
Her tongue tied itself in a not, a wall between her brain and mouth as she suddently shied and fidgeted, paws holding the two granolla bars firmly. Her feet paws carried her over to him, pittering down the steps to be on the one before him. Her arms rose and she wrapped them around his neck, pulling herself close to his hard chest. "I'm sorry..."
His arms wrapped around her waist, the bag rolling on her tail base as he pulled her closer. His left paw lifting to grip the bare fur between her shoulder blades. "I'm sorry too..." His mouth trailed over her messy tuft.
She could feel his lips quivering, fighting his want to cry. Her paws gripped his mane, sniffling as her own waterworks started. "I love you Zay... You're the best big brother."
His lips quivered harder and he dropped the bag, pulling her closer. His claws pressing into her fur as his shoulders shook a bit. He sniffed and took a ragged breath, "I love you too Z-Zarya..."
After a few moments he pulled away, "I need to get to practice before I'm late..."
She looked over at the glow of the sun just beyond the horizon. The sky still a grey blue.
Zay picked up his bag and started down the steps again, opening his car door and sitting down.
She gripped the granolla bars and then perked, looking down at the two bars and trotted down the steps, walking around and tapping on his window as he was looking through his music CDs.
He rolled the window down, looking up at her with a raised brow.
She handed them to him, "You know your coach would be mad if you ate fast food for breakfast instead of your protine bars..."
He smiled a little and took them, "Thanks sis." He pulled on her arm and gently pecked her cheek, "Make sure you eat breakfast too."
She blushed and smiled, standing up as she took a step away, "Have fun at pratice... And share the ball."
He laughed softly as he backed out of the drive.
Once he was down the road she started up the steps. Closing the door and stepping into the kitchen. She pulled out the gallon of milk and set it on the table, then walked over to a cabnet. She opened the dark brown door and looked at her sugary ceral on the top shelf. With a pout she pushed the door back and started climbing up onto the counter to grab it.
She made her bowl of ceral and put the milk away, and then the ceral. In the living room she sat on the couch and picked up the remote, turning the TV on and the volume down as she searched for cartoons to eat her breakfast to.

Mary came down the steps after an hour or so, gently petting Zayras head before she started making coffee. She was wearing a short purple night gown with a bright pink silk robe that was lightly tied. "Did you sleep alright honey?" She asked from the kitchen.
Zayra shifted her left ear toward the kitchen, "Yeah."
"Zay up yet?"
"He had soccor practice," She replied.
"Suppose he did yell something about practice at six... Woke your dad up from a dead sleep."
Zayra shoved a spoonful of ceral in her mouth, eyes locked to the TV. Bright eyed and bushy tail wiggling on the floor.
Henry came down as the smell of coffee dragged him from his room, "Morning Zayra." He pet over her messy tuft as well. His red eyes glanced around, "Wheres that brother of yours? Still in bed?"
"He had soccor practice," Zayra state again, tossing her head to flick her tuft out of her face.
Henry shrugged and walked into the kitchen, wearing a steel grayish blue robe, not tied so it showed his plaid boxers. His white furred belly hanging out as well over the elastic of his boxers. There was a kiss sound, "Morning honey."
"Morning," She said softly. "Coffees almost done."
Zayras ears tilted as she heard hushed giggling from them both. Her ears pricking and turning as the fridge opened.
"Mary we're almost out of milk again... and cream." The containers in the fridge were pushed around, "Whens the last time you went shopping?"
"Been at least a week and a half. I only got a few things," she said gently. "With Zay starting soccor again he's going to be hungrier than normal too."
Henry huffed, "Where's he put it all. Boy can eat a meal that will feed five."
"He's a growin boy Henry," She giggled. "He should be getting another growth spurt soon too."
"He's already taller than me, you mean he's suppose to get taller?"
Mary giggled some more, "Honey, you knew before Zay was gonna be big. He'll probably be as tall as Xander."
"Xanders over six foot..."
"Seven with ears," Mary commented. "Zayra should be done growing through, she's bairly budged an inch since her last growth spurt."
The fridge closed, "Zayras always been small though. She was undersized in middle school till she hit that last growth spurt. Zays been growin like a damn weed since he was born... Still can put food away like he was born to."
"He was a big baby though for when they were born. They're only a month premature. Zay was nine pounds seven ounces of kit. Thats a heavy weight for an on time new born."
"Wasn't Zayra the easiest to deliver?"
"All five pounds," Mary laughed softly.
A moment of silence passed between the two, a chair scraping the floor.
"I still can't beleive how sick she was... I still worry about her," Henry said. "Zay would be impossible to tolerate on his own."
"Zay would be a completely different person without her," Mary said gently.
Zayra looked down at her bowl of milk, a few pices of her fruity cereal still floating around. 'So I was the weak twin from the start...' She took a raggid breath and let it out, looking back up as the comercial ended and her show started again. Emotions pushed away as she rose the bowl to lap at the milk.

Zay was squirming out of his jersey, snickering at Kalivn beside him who was doing the same.
"Think the Model Panthers are gonna beat last years score?"
"Pfft, with their crew, doubt it," Zay laughed, tossing his jersey in a net bag with others. His fur coat was spiked with sweat, shirt wet just like the others. "Jameson is probably the only one of that team with any real skill. He can't read his team at all because they get replaced every year."
Kalvin snickered again, walking with Zay toward the school. "You seen Jamesons sister though? On the cheer squad?"
His ears shifted around, noticing the coach several yards away. "Oh yeah." He looked back at Kalvin, "She's a good bang too."
"No," the cougers ears perked, "You tapped that?!"
"Pfft, duh," He rolled his eyes, pushing open the main door and crossing over the empty main hall toward the gym doors. "Remember that time she fell off the pyramid? Complained of her legs giving out on her?"
"Yeah, stopped the whole game. Didn't her brother catch her?"
"Yeah," Zay said with a smirk. "It was my fault."
The cougar beamed, "Duuude! At a game?!"
"Just before it, but yeah," he nodded with a smile. "She's a good tap." He pushed open the locker room doors and nearly gagged. "Ugh, I forgot football trained on saturdays too."
The jocks were already paraiding around, yet to properly shower as they snapped towels at others bare rumps. A few were even human, their bushy messy pubic hair around their flacid cocks.
Zay turned and started passing rows of lockers, a glance around making him want to back out. They were seinors. Older, taller, broad shouldered linemen. He paused and turned, Kalvin right behind him and the two stopped at their lockers. Kalvin had a combination lock he started undoing, where Zay pulled his key from around his neck.
The lock clicked and he left the key on his bag, standing as he pulled his sweat soaked shirt over his head. His ears twitched and shifted at the sound of chuckles. Whispers passing between loud laughing elsewhere.
"Tidy whites," one said.
"With how popular he is?" A second asked.
"Gotta be," the first said again.
"Didn't he break up with Kathy? That golden retreiver girl bangin Venuila?"
Zay rolled his eyes, 'Really? Gossip about what underwear I wear?' He looked over at Kalvin who was half glancing, curious of the conversation. "Stale," He dropped his shorts and boxers, stepping free of them and picking them up in his toes. He pulled his boxers free, waving them slightly between him and the locker before turning with an arched brow, "Happy?"
The trio looked around, a human, a tiger, and a bore. The human noticibly blushing at being caught.
Zay tossed his clothes in the locker, grabbed the key and closed it, locking it again as he paraided bare toward the showers, tail just off the wet floor. He stepped into the open showers, looking around for an empty head. Finding one next to a cheeta boy. Zay slipped in beside and turned on the water, purring lightly as the warm water rained over his fur.
He picked up a bar of soap in front of him. Usable as soap and shampoo as to be used equally among all students. He lathered his paws and was almost finished washing, placing the soap back and working the last of the soap around his neck and at the base of his ears that were back to avoid getting water in them. Half rinsed the water in front of him suddently turned off, a loud snicker behind him as the bar of soap hit the ground with a light thunk.
"Oops... Better fetch that," The voice behind him said.
He shook his head to flick off water from his eyes, fur spiked from the water still trapped in his fur as he turned. His red eyes meeting that of the human. "Thats gay," He said. "No really, it's pretty gay. Bad time to come out of the closet." He put his foot on the soap and sent it across the floor. "Go play fetch with someone else."
The human laughed, "Maybe I wanna play with you." His hand came up between Zays shoulder blades and pushed him to the wall.
Zay bared his teeth, "Bitch you better back off. I'll do more than damage your pride."
The cheeta moved away, "Jim, don't mess with him. Zays not a push over."
"Shut it cat," the human said. "I might come after you next."
Zay growled as his arm was shifted behind his back, gritting his teeth in pain. "Lemme guess, your the seinor locker bully. How sweet."
"Shut it mutt," Jim said, "Hows a mutt like you get to be so damn popular. You banged Meg didn't you?"
He laughed, "Who wants to know."
"You got a damn human fetish, mutt?"
"I ain't big on humans, but at least she was tight," His tail shifted across the floor.
"Shut your god damn mouth mutt. She's my girl," he growled.
Zay laughed again, "Bitch, I don't want her. She's cute but ain't my type."
Jim pressed harder on his back, other hand shifting to push Zays tail aside. "Teach you to fuck my girlfriend..."
Fear shot up Zays back and he tucked his tail, "She didn't say she was dating, that ain't my fault if you can't keep a leash on your bitch."
"Like you kept a leash on Kathy," he said.
Zay snarled, but in his heart he knew it was true. Kathy had wondered more and more every week. A new guy, a new 'friend'. Pain shot up his arm as it was twisted funny. "She was a stray... Least I know when to stop lookin' for a tramp." His tail shifted up between Jims legs and slammed into his balls and erect cock, making the jock cry and stumble back.
"Son of a bitch..."
Zay turned, perking his ears, "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" He rounded Jim, tail sweeping up the soap. The half dry fur of his tail sticking to the drying soap. Zay picked it off his tail, "You know what my mom use to do when I cussed?" He grabbed Jims hair and shoved half the bar of soap in his mouth. "That," then he pushed Jim down and walked back over to the shower, turning it on and rinsing quickly and stalking out.
"Fuck you mutt," Jim hollard.
Zay paused at the wide door, snorting and shaking water from his coat, "No thanks." He turned and rose his hands in a shrug, "But hey, you and yer girl ever want a real guy in bed, she's got my number." He stuck his tongue out a bit, paws out like guns as he dropped his thumbs, "Check ya later bitch." He turned and grabbed a towl off the pile, tossing it over his head as he moved out of sight.
He grabbed his street clothes from his locker and went to the bathroom. He locked it and dropped the towl and his clothes, smacking each air hand dryer and dropping to all fours as the warm air blew over his fur. With a heavy purr he rolled to press his back to the wall to dry his stomach and right side.
A stall opened and the cheeta, Leo, looked at him. "I never thought about doing that."
Zay dropped his leg and sat, looking back with his ears high, "Shit Leo you scared me."
The feline blushed and pet the back of his neck, "Sorry Zay." He looked away and started washing his hands. Still naked.
From Zays position he could just bairly glance at the five foot cheeta boys balls. 'Whens the last time I got off?' His ears tilted back as he pondered. 'Maranda... Shit that was days ago.' He reached over into his wallet and grabbed a condom. Gripping the edge in his teeth got up, stalking across the floor on all fours and popping up to place his front paws on the side of the sink just as Leo turned.
The sudden blush crossing the cheetas short furred face as he stared. Eyes locked to the shiny blue wrapper. His mouth fell open, stuttering for words.
Zay shifted to grind their sheaths together, his red eyes gleaming hungrily.
Leo bit his lip and squirmed, panting lightly into Zays neck as his barbed cock slipped free. "J-just be gentle... Jims pretty rough with me."
Zay licked his whiskers, grabbing Leos legs to rock him up onto the counter. The condom dropping to the cheetas pale stomach. "How big is he?"
"I uh.. d-dunno, he's not super big... He's just... rough."
Zay dropped his hands and put Leos legs on his shoulders, dropping to a knee to nuzzle up under the felines balls and lick the puckered hole gently. "Heh, bet he doesn't use lube then."
"N-no... He makes me suck him first..."
"Saliva doesn't stick around long enough, water either." He stood and picked up the wrapper, "I don't use these ones too often." He ground his half erect cock against Leos furry balls. He tore the wrapper open and pulled the glistening rubber out.
"P-pre lubed," Leo asked. His legs lifting higher, "Fancy."
"I know what people like," He said softly, stroking himself as he slipped the condom on and began working the tip against Leos rump. He pulled the feline up to lock their lips together, Zay pushing hard up into his rump with a moan.
Leo broke the kiss, drooling as his legs shuttered, "Oh god Zay... H-hard..er..." His green eyes glassing over. "I'm so use to being in p-pain..."
Zay wrapped his arms around him, folding him almost in half as he thrusted, "Yeah? Pretty kitty like this?"
Leo purred and rose his arms, wrapping them around Zays neck, "God yes... D-don't stop..."
Zay pulled Leos lean frame off the counter, bouncing him in the middle of the floor while standing. "Oh fuck..." His mouth found an ear and he gripped it in his teeth.
Leo purred and shuttered, "I'm g-gonna cum..."
"Good, but you've still got a bit before I'm done with you."
Leo dipped his back, pressing his chest to Zays as he mewed up against Zays neck, "I-I'm so close..."
Zay hissed through his teeth, "Nnnf you're so tight. A shame Jim can't treat it right."
He meweled a little, "Zay... Z-Zay I'm..." He let out a soft cry into Zays neck.
Zay stepped back over to the counter, laying Leo back as the cummy mess of warm fresh cat cream stringed messily between their furry stomachs. "Ready for more?"
Leo shuttered, lifting a paw to touch his own cheek, "God yes... I want it again."
Zay leaned over him, lacing their fingers together and pressing into a heated kiss as he picked up his pace. Tail curling with Leos as his thrusting picked up.
Leos body continued to shutter in pleasure.
Zay murred as he shifted, turning his head to kiss from another angle. His eyes drifting close, enjoying Leo, but soon he became Zayra, on their parents bed. His cock throbbed as his knot slapped against his sisters hole, mouths messily tangling. 'God Zayra. Why do you tourture me so much? Why do I love it...' His teeth shifted and found her neck, biting lightly as he threw caution to the wind.
"Z-Zay slow down... Oh god I'm gonna cum."
His knot pressed against her folds, slamming on them with force as he huffed and panted. He couldn't stop, every fiber of his body burned to keep going. His paws lifting to grip her shoulders and pull on her as he thrusted, arching his back as he pressed harder.
"Zay... Zay!"
His eyes opened and the pressure in his cock and balls made him pull out quickly, bairly making it to the sink as he erupted.
Leo laid beside him whimpering happily, his own cum blowing out onto his stomach. "That was amazing..."
Zay whimpered a little as he blew a final rope, "Oh fuck..."
Leo turned and looked at him, then at the sink, "Holy crap. I've never seen that much cum accept in pornos."
Zay huffed and his legs gave in, flopping to his knees on the floor before sitting between his feet. "God thats a work out..."
Leo snickered a little and hopped down, legs shaking a bit, "Thats the most fun I've had since I banged my last girlfriend."
Zay slowly stood, shaking a little as he started recovering. His paws turning on the faucet and washing the cum from his fur. "When was that?"
He shrugged, "Couple months. You?"
"Thursday... Or Wensday, I'm not really sure."
Leo washed his stomach while Zay yanked on his clothes, "Not long at all. How do you get so many willing girls?"
Zay pet his shirt flat, a paw lifting to comb through his tuft. "Just bein me. See you Monday Leo." He unlocked the door, opening it and pittering past the half empty locker room. He didn't see Jim, or Kalvin. He went to his locker and pulled out his bag, stuffing his dirty clothes in and grabbing his phone as he started out of the school towards his car. 'Should be home by noon.'
He was almost to his car in the pretty well empty parking lot when he looked up from his phone. Ears popping up.
His nose twitched, the scent of human. He rounded his car, looking at it curiously and noticed a flat tire, cut on the drivers side. "Son of a bitch..." He licked his teeth as he twisted his key in the door and opened it, tossing his things inside.
Dirty finger prints were all over his car, the windshield wipers torn off and tossed several yards away.
Zay felt his tail flick, petting over the black hood, "Shhhh. Daddys gonna make em pay... He can fuck with me all he wants, but no one touches my baby." He double checked his seroundings and pulled out his phone, texting away.

Zayra heard the house phone ring, "I'll get it!" She hopped over the edge of the couch and looked at it. Snatching the phone off the little stand and hitting the green button, "Zay? You never call the house phone."
"Hey Zee.... Can I talk to mom, she's not answering her cell."
Zayra walked into the kitchen and offered it to Mary, "Zay wants to talk to you."
She took the phone from her and sat at the table, "Zayra honey, stir the soup."
"Okay mom," She walked over to the stove and opened a small pot of tomato soup. Stiring gently and twisting an ear back to listen.
"Whats wrong honey?"
"Jerk at school fucked up my car... Windsheild wipers  torn off, front drivers tire is junk and flat."
"Oh no... did you get pictures of the damage?"
"Yeah, anything else I should do?"
"I'll call the school on monday and the insurance company to see what they can do. I'm sure the secrurity cameras caught the kid that did it."
"If we're lucky..." He scoffed. "Pretty sure I know the kid that did it... Bastard..."
"Calm down Zay," Mary said gently. "Least they didn't key it."
Zay made a very clear frustrated groaning noise.
Mary put her free paw on the table, "Zay, honey, just change your tire and bring everything home, we'll handle it. You've got pictures."
"Okay," He sighed. "I'll be home probably around twelve thirty."
"Alright, we're making tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwhiches for lunch. Dad said we were going out for chinese tonight for dinner," Mary stood and walked over to the counter. "That work for you?"
"Yeah I guess..."
Mary smiled, "Alright, go change your tire hun. I'll have Zayra start on sandwhiches."
"Kay, bye mom," Zay said and the phone beeped.
Mary put the phone on the table, hollaring softly, "Henry?"
"Yeah babe," He called from the laundry room.
"Zay had someone at school flat a tire and tear of his windsheild wipers. Do you know where the insurance compnay phone number is?"
"Check the fridge," he said. "If not, check my wallet."
Zayra sighed softly, 'Wonder who just pissed off Zay... Even people who don't like him know not to damage his car... Wonder if me and the car are on the same level. That would be weird, life or death me or the car.'
At a quarter to one Zay opened the door, tossing his bag up the steps and the two windsheild wipers on the table as he sat heavily. His paws running over his face with a groan.
Mary picked them up and looked over them, "Wow, they really did a number on em... Any idea who it might have been?"
Zay made a sneer, pulling a foot up on his chair, "Probably Jim. Asshole tried to assult me in the showers. Hes a senior football player."
"Assalt you," Mary asked. "For what?"
He shrugged, "Something about his girlfriend I have no interest in. I guess she never said she was taken, I hit on her and suddently it's all my fault. She just had to say 'I've got a guy' but no, that probably makes too much sense."
"If you're not interested why hit on her," Mary said.
He leg his head hang back over the chair, paws in his lap, "I'd just broken up with Kathy and I guess I was lookin for something to fill the void, even if only for a minute... She's cute but not my type."
Henry had a basket of laundry on his hip, closing the door to the steps to the launrdy room and the back door. "Hard to beleive you have a 'type' Zay."
Zay stuck his tongue out, "Yeah, I have a type." He rose his head and sighed, "Problem is I attract the ones I'm not interested in... Kathy, Sabrina, Naomi... Bridget..." He shuttered a little.
"Didn't Bridget cheat on you," Mary asked.
"They all did... Every girl I've dated is only loyal for about a week and then they're in someone elses pants... Kathy and Bridget were just good at hiding it."
Zayra walked over with a plate of sandwhiches and set them on the table, "Wasn't Bridget the one with crabs?"
"Thank god the worst thing I got off that bitch was fleas..."
Henry growled, "Language Zay..."
Zay flattened his ears, whiskers stiffening with a soft grumble.
Zayra put bowls on the table full of tomato soup, "Lunch is done." She sat beside Zay and picked up one of the gooie sandwhiches, tearing off a chunk and dipping it in her soup.
He did the same, shoving the dripping chunk in his mouth.
Zayra watched as he ate four sandwiches, Henry only managing two. She shifted her tail, sweeping it around to curl around his. Her eyes watching him as his ears perked and he turned towards her.
Their eyes met, the worry in her eyes making them shimmer.
He flattened his ears, mummbling softly, "Sorry..." He put his arms on the table and slowed his stress eating. His tail gently wrapping with hers as he relaxed.

It was a quater to five, Zay was laying on his bed, knawing on a pencil as he looked through his phone. The picture of Gerald and Kathy on his mind as well. 'I still don't know how to show Zayra... Tell Zayra. She needs to know...' He tossed the phone down by his side and sat up, continuing to chew on what remained of the number two pencil. His nerves all over the place.
With his ears back he picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts, texting aimlesses with a few people. He perked his ears as he heard keys jingle, sitting up a bit.
"Thirty seconds," Mary hollard.
He rolled off his bed, shoving his phone in his pocket and hurrying out through his door, bumping into Zayra who did the same. He laughed and dropped to all fours, the two running down the hall, Zayra jumping over him to clear the stairs and the two squeezed past Mary who held the door open.
Zay skipped the steps, hopping down the hillside and slipping into the van before Zayra, "Winner winner chinese dinner!!"
She jumped in beside him, nearly falling on him as she shifted and buckled, "You always cheat!"
"Do not," He barked.
"Alright kids," Mary said coming down the steps toward the van, placing the keys in Henrys hand before slipping into the passenger side. She shut the door, watching a little as Zayra pushed the van door to slide close.
Henry slipped in and shut his door, buckling before starting the engin.
Zayra looked up at Zay, her big red eyes blinking, "Can we play the Alphabet game?"
He smirked, "Fine, but you know we have to skip the harder letters cuz we'll never find them."
As they drove down the road the twins called out letters they saw on signs, starting with 'A' and finding Z just before they reached the resturant.
Once inside they sat down, both twins asking for their regular drink of choice, mountian dew, before hopping up and heading for the buffet.
Zay was filling a plate with long stringy, over cooked noodles with sliced vegetables. Then tossed on some garlic green beans and mushrooms in a dark sauce. He left it on the table and started poking around for something else, finding fish, pizza, and chicken covered in a red sauce.
As he went to sit down he noticed Zayra who was piling rice rolls and sushi on a plate. Her paw grabbing two small packages of chop sticks.
She looked up at him as she stepped away from the sushi bar, ears perking as she started past him. "What?"
His eyes dropped to her tail, stepping up beside her to wrap up under her tail, "Nuthin."
They sat at the table, the three plates pushed together. Pulling out their chop sticks they started stuffing food in their mouths, Zay going after the chicken and noodles while Zayra shoved full rolls of sushi in her mouth.
Henry sat down with a piled plate of peppered chicken and vegtables, picking up his fork as he eyed Zay hard.
Zayra placed a sushi in her mouth with some red slices on top of it. Her paw rose as she chewed, "Mm! She picked up another and put her paw up under it, offering it to Zay.
He leaned over a little, taking it right off her chopsticks before sitting back up. There was a soft strawberry sweetness to the cucubmer, rice, and cream cheese. He swallowed, "Dunno how that works, but it works." He reached over and grabbed the last one of that kind off the plate, shoving it in his mouth as well.
"The other ones are sliced avacado," she picked one up and shoved it in her mouth.
Mary sat down with a plate of rice, chicken, green beans, and a small cup of soup.
Henry swallowed a bit, eyes looking around. 
Zays ears shifted, lifting and twitching at whispers. Nothing besides simple chatter, nothing about foxes, twins, siblings, or plate sharing. He picked up a mushroom and put it in his mouth, covering with the back of his hand, swallowing roughly.
Mary looked up at him, "Well, Zay how was practice this morning?"
"Was okay," he said, picking up the glass and sucking down about half of his drink. "Game on wensday."
"Home game," She asked.
"Nah, over at Model," he said.
She scooped up some rice, "Have you ever lost to Model?"
He laughed a little, "Nope, and don't intend to."
Henry pushed his food around a bit, "How are your grades coming?"
Zays eyes shifted, darkening slightly, "Better than last week. I don't have Kathy breathing down my neck for attention."
"Blaming grades on your girlfriend."
"Ex-girlfriend," Zay replied a little coldly. "And yes. I couldn't get her off my back about how much I don't pay attention to her. It was always something..."
"That why you broke up with her?"
Zay rolled his eyes, looking down at his plate, poking the noodles with his chop sticks. "I broke up with her because she was making Zayra do her homework..."
Henry looked at Zayra, "You could have just told her 'No' honey..."
Zayra flattened her ears, "I was afraid to..."
"Kathy was going to tell me, that Zayra was stealing her homework to copy... That Zayra was the bully," Zay dropped his free hand and set it in her lap. "Which is so not Zayra."
Mary murrmurred something with her mouthful, nodding.
Zayra poked at the plate in front of her with chicken on it.
He smiled slightly at her, paw gripping her leg firmly. Feeling the jean fabric of her shorts under his paw pad.
They continued dinner, managing more small talk but Zays mind was elsewhere. Curious of what color underwear she was wearing. If it bothered her for him to be touching her. How he was going to tell her about Gerald.
Zay was slowly eating some cookies and cream ice cream when he looked over at Zayra as she set her phone on the table. Eyes catching it.
She was talking to Gerald. Texting and flirting while her tail was curled around his own.
A pain in his chest flared, burning to tell her, to show her. To prove to her she was making a giant mistake and trusting someone who was using her. He looked at her, watching her eat. 'How will she react,' he thought. Imaging a few senarios.
She could be angry with him, calling it a fake, denying its existance and trusting Gerald.
Or maybe she would crawl into a shell and ignore it all, letting it seep into nothingness. Allowing Gerald to have his cake, and everyone elses...
Or, the most likely one, if she accepted Gerald was cheating. A confusion, self distructive depression. He imagined her in tears, crying in pain from the iron crushing of her heart.
His ears lowered and he looked at his bowl, as if searching it. 'I don't like any of those... But she has the right to know...'
A purple paw with lavender painted claws touched his hand, "Zay honey? Whats on your mind?"
He looked at the floor, away from Zayra, "I don't wanna talk about it..."
"Is it girls," Henry asked.
Zay ignored him.
Henry reached past Mary and grabbed the bill, "You got cash for a tip?"
She pulled her purse into her lap, poking around it and tossing a five on the table before shouldering it and standing.
Zay pulled his tail free of Zayras and stood, feeling her pass him and hold Henrys other hand as he started for the redgister. Zay looked over at Mary to was standing beside him, "Are we going home now?"
"No, your father would like to do a 'family' shopping trip," She replied, hooking his arm with hers as they walked. "Are you alright Zay, you look like its about to storm or something."
He shook his head, hearing Zayras giggle as Henry and her walked out behind them.
In the van they piled, Zay looking at his phone, staring at the picture of Gerald and Kathy. His red shirt and khaki shorts, her pink dress.
They pulled into a big grocery store parking lot, walking up as a group.
Mary sent a text to Henrys phone, "You handle the food, I'll handle the rest and meet up with you." She looked over at Zayra, "Do you kids need anything."
She shifted close, whispering softly, "I need more pads."
"Okay honey, same ones as usual?"
"Yeah, with wings," she mumbled.
Zay watched Henry, and flattened his ears, 'I always get paired with dad...' They paused to grab two carts and started away from each other. He grabbed Zayras hand, "Switch me, I need to talk to mom..."
She looked up at him and flattened her ears, "But she never grabs the right pads... I have to go with mom."
"I know which ones you use, I'll make sure she gets the right ones. Just... Please?"
She tilted her head, "Since when?"
"Since you leave them under the sink... Please sis? Dads gonna wanna talk about girls and I really don't feel up to it. Not from him..."
She sighed, "Alright fine. But you better get the right ones."
"Deal," he passed her, trotting to catch up with Mary as she went after Henry.
"Don't feel like talking about girls with your dad?"
Zay flattened his ears, rolling his eyes, "Dad, and girls? Have you seen some of the girls he's called 'attractive'?"
Marys eyes turned though her head did not, "Are you calling your mother ugly?"
Zay pursed his lips a little, "No... I said some, not all of them..." He shoved his paws in his pockets. "That and he'll give tips that backfire, like... One time he said roses work for every girl. Even I know that ain't true."
"Oh? Gotten flowers for a girl have you?"
"For valentines day flowers are flowers, roses are dimonds, every other day they're appology offerings. Bring her roses on a non-valentines day and ten bucks she says 'what did you do'."
She giggled, putting a paw over her greying whiskers to hide her sharp teeth, "Okay, that I understand."
"Then it was plastic flowers," He put a paw on his chest, "You never give a girl plastic flowers unless she's got an allergy."
Mary waved a paw at him, "Okay okay, I understand. Your fathers romantics are a little out of date." She directed the cart into an isle with vitemin bottles, further down the isle against the wall were green, orange, and pink plastic bags. "You know, I never can remember what kind she likes..."
Zay reached over the cart and grabbed one, "Long, with wings and thin." He batted it into the cart and turned, catching Marys gaze.
"And you know that how?"
He shrugged, "They're under the sink... And... Reading material?"
"Should we grab some magazines and stick em in the bathroom for you Zay?"
He flicked his tail, "That'd be great mom, but then Dad woudl never come out of the bathroom."
Her head bobbed a little, "Suppose that is true." She turned the cart and backed up into the vitemin isle, looking through some 'men supplements'.
He caught sight of dark boxes in a lower corner of the shelf in the back, back toward the pads. Curious he approched them and crouched, tucking his tail around his legs so it was out of the way, picking up a box of condoms.
'Wow, these are all really fancy. 'Ribbed for her pleasure' and 'cat condoms'. Thats funny, wonder if they actually work.' He then picked up one for 'tying the knot'. He snickered and could only imagine some fool actually needing a condom over their knot. 'Even I can hold back!' He put it back down and found flavored ones, staring at the small talk in the back.
"Zay... What are you doing," Mary asked.
He perked an ear, looking over, "Just lookin..."
There was a couple other females nearby, glancing over at him.
She sighed, leaning on the bar of the cart, "Just a little terrorfying to see you so interested in them."
He put the box in his hand away and stood, "Better a condom than a pregnacy test."
"True," she replied. "Now, your father needs more shampoo, move it."
Zay yipped a little as she nearly ran him over with the cart, "Alright alright, I'm movin'." He walked in front of the cart down a few isles, looking over the giant wall of nothing but body washes, shampoos, and conditioners. There were some deoderants and a few more female products in the mix among the bottles.
Mary was looking through them all, mumbling to herself.
He watched her carefully, leaning on the bar handle of the cart, a paw holding his jaw. 'Would mom help me get Zayra away from Gerald if she knew?' He sighed, following her through more isles of clothes. His fur crawled as she stepped into the underclothes. Females half glaring at him, as he followed obediantly.
Mary was sifting through bras, "You okay Zay?"
"Yeah..." He pulled out his phone, making sure to keep it down, eyes staring at text messages. He followed about a foot behind her with the cart, stuffing his tail under the carrage of the cart to the under cart so he didn't have to think about keeping it up. He looked slightly to the side and blinked. 'Oh... Shit...'
He was serounded with lacy, girly underwear. Thongs that said 'bite me' boy shorts that were red lace with an extra black lacy layer with a matching bra. 'I'd love to see Zayra in that...' He flattened his ears a bit and turned back to his phone. 'It's pretty sad... I see sexy underwear and I wanna see em on my sister.' He followed her out and they strolled through to a more proper clothing section near the fitting room.
Mary was pushing through racks of clothes, "So, have you thought about dating anyone else Zay?"
"Not really," he said softly. "Too many girls have cheated on me... I want one with a little loyalty..."
"Well you are still just in high school, they haven't quite matured yet... Maybe go for that girl you were talking about before?"
He pouted, chest feeling heavy, "I would but... My subtle advancements have gotten me no where... My obvious ones have made her push me away..."
"Sounds like a good girl then," she said softly. "She'll take time, just be there for her. It's what your father had to do with me."
"You were oblivious and resistant to him?"
"No, just hard to get. He was a hopeless romantic in ever sense of the word. I had a lot of issues seeing him as anything long term, different in school social standings."
"I get that," Zay replied.
"He spent all of highschool doteing to me. He was bairly a school friend. But I had a bad break up, horrible, and he was there to catch me as I fell. Hopeless romantic as he is, he was not afraid of showing a sensitive side." Her eyes became distant and her ears flattened, "Even though I still didn't date him..."
"Ouch."
She shrugged, "Years after graduation, mistake after mistake, man after man... We met at a bar, got drunk, had sex and it was like everything fell into place after."
"So... Wait..." Zay narrowed his eyes, "Dad managed to marry you by half stalking, getting you drunk, listening to your feelings?"
"And being loyal," She said softly. "I know what it is like to be cheated on Zay, its not just painful."
'Fuck it, we're on the topic...' He scrolled through his phone, holding it out to her, "Then what should I do?"
Mary took his phone, dropping the shirt in her left hand and putting her paw to her mouth, "Is that..."
"Gerald... With my Ex, Kathy. I got it Friday..."
"Does Zayra know," She looked up, eyes shimmering.
"No, I haven't told her, I don't know how."
Mary handed his phone back, "God, its gonna break her little heart..." She picked up the shirt from the floor, brushing it off a little before putting it up. "How did you get that?"
"One of my friends was at the mall when they saw him."
She shook her head, "I have no idea... She's not going to take it well."
He put his phone in his pocket, "Thats what I'm afraid of... I don't wanna be the bad guy and hurt her, but she should know... But if I wait for Gerald to make the mistake I won't feel any better because I let it go on."