"Uh.. o.. okay." You reply, rather shaken up. "Yeah.. yeah, I remember." Apparently not much has changed, besides your brother's appearance. You get up and rinse out your empty bowl after drinking the rest of the milk. You notice Andy finishes his off the way a fox would; lapping with his tongue. You stare for a moment and then shake your head, trying to focus on getting your bowl clean. After rinsing, you place it in the dry rack, before walking toward the door. Your brother passes you, and you still can't get used to the idea of him being a fox. It's just impossible.. isn't it?
You find it harder to question as you become less shaky. Your normal, conscious brain tells you that you're interested in anthros anyway, right? But that's your brother.. your.. fox.. brother. the.. one with the.. six pack and the.. fur..
You grunt as you try to control yourself. You still can't believe he's your brother, and also that he's kind of well built. Kind of hot, even, but you wouldn't say that about your sibling. Right?
You try to control yourself and convince that he is indeed your brother and that such thoughts should be reserved for boys.. uh, girls, you mean..
You can't really tell the difference anymore, because your brain is so full of stress, fear, and small amounts of lust all over that you're not sure what you want. Your mom could be a male hippo and you wouldn't really give a shit anymore.
"Jesse, let's get going." Your brother snaps you out of your confused cycle and is pushing you out the front door with your backpack. "You seem broken today, bro. What's up?" You barely detect his question as you subconsciously walk over to your car door. "Just a little tired.. stayed up to late." Complete lies. You always go to bed earliest. You don't really want to answer questions right now, though, as you have more questions yourself.
"So, you going to ninth grade next year?" You really want to ask other things, but you ask that just so you don't sound any crazier than you have already.
"Um, yeah.. I am." Andy seems not to be able to say things clearly at this point. You glance over for a moment, and then see that he's trying to adjust himself a little awkwardly. A look at his face and at his trousers clearly explain that he is aroused, yet trying to hide it.
Your previous lust arises even fiercer than before, but your mind fights, saying that it's wrong, that it's your brother! But he looks.. hot.. and he's aroused..
What do you do?
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