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“Lilith! Gareth is coming home for the summer, so please try and behave yourself!" Lilith's ears flattened as her mother's voice grated across them.

“I can hear you, Mother," she said, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. “I'm not really as invisible as you like to pretend I am."

Her mother's green eyes flashed dangerously. “Lilith, I'm warning you. It's not every day Gareth comes for a visit and I don't want anyone to ruin it. Honestly, you were such a polite child. I don't know what happened to you." The little fennec stood there while her mother went on about how great she used to be.

“How great I was before they were born," she thought bitterly. As if on cue, the twins wandered in from the living room. Lilith's keen interest in her baby brother and sister had quickly waned into a stormy dislike as her mother had made no bones about who was favored and who was not.Ciera hardly looked up from her phone, a newer phone than Lilith's, and would have run straight into Lilith were it not for Malachi grabbing her shoulder.

Ciera looked up. “Oh! Sorry Lilith, I didn't see you there." She grinned cheerily. The worst part of it all for Lilith was that her younger siblings didn't really know any better. They weren't mean to her, they just never considered her. Ciera turned to their mother. “Mom, Gareth just texted that they've reached city limits. He should be here in twenty minutes. He says he's bringing Jackson over for dinner." She took a quick snap of her mother's face at that news and ran out giggling. In 30 seconds their mother's shocked and dismayed visage was posted all over the little girl's social media.

Jackson was Gareth's best friend and the one their mother hated the most. He was an anthro groupie, being totally human himself but desperately wanting to be anthro. Lilith couldn't help but giggle as her mother's eyes widen in dismay. Lilith's giggle drew her mother's attention back to her. “Oh, get out of here, you brat!" She dismissed Lilith with a terse wave of her hand. Lilith darted back to her room. She had 20 minutes to figure out how to greet her older brother. More importantly, she had 20 minutes to figure out how to greet Jackson. She felt a little thrill as she thought about him. Jackson had been a near-constant fixture in the house as she'd grown up. He'd always paid special attention to her: brought her gifts, snuck her into movies, made sure she came out if the whole family (plus him) went somewhere. He'd always been a willing babysitter too. She remembered the first time he'd found her crying in the laundry room. He'd picked her up and dried her tears. He'd told her she shouldn't ruin such a pretty face with such a big frown and given her a kiss on the cheek. He'd also gone out and found a replacement for the statuette her little brother had broken. Her cheeks flushed as she remembered the next time he'd found her crying.

----2 years go----

She flew out of the back door, cheek still burning where her mother's palm had connected. She hopped the back fence and bolted towards the woods. It had started simply enough. Ciera had gone in her room, the one place where she was supposed to be able to be alone and had gone through her clothes. Lilith wasn't exactly an early bloomer at nearly 12, but her mother hadn't seemed to notice or want to make time to take her shopping for real bras, so she'd gotten some from one of her friend's older sisters. They were...risque, but Lilith immediately loved fell in love with the lingerie. She loved how it felt against her skin. She also loved what it did for her figure. Her hips had started to round out and the new lacy undergarments made her top balance it all out. She'd cornered Ciera and yelled at her to leave her stuff alone. Ciera started to cry and tore a blue streak out of the room, lacy bra still around her arms, right past their mother.

Their mother grabbed her arm as she ran passed, dragging her back and slapping her hard across the face. “Don't yell at your sister, you ungrateful brat! I saw what she was wearing. Where did you get it?" SLAP! “Did you steal it?!" SLAP! Her mother grabbed her shoulders and shook her hard. Her head snapped back and she bit her tongue.

Tears welled up in Lilith's eyes. “I didn't steal it! I DIDN'T STEAL ANYTHING!" She screamed as the sharp tang of blood filled her mouth. “I've asked for weeks to go shopping. I've outgrown everything! LOOK!" She pulled her blouse open, popping buttons and exposing perky young breasts already bigger than her mother's and filling out a red lace and satin bra quite well. “What was I supposed to do!"

Her mother's eyes narrowed in disgust. “You little slut! Don't go flashing those tits at me, you hussy. You didn't get those from me!"

“No, I must have gotten them from my REAL mother! I'm not yours, as you've so kindly reminded me before, you heartless bitch!" Her voice hitched as tears streamed down her face. The slap that came next had been expected, but the force behind it whipped her head to the side. Her vision doubled for a second and then she bolted, tearing out of the house with her blouse still flapping open.

She ran through the trees until she found the old oak tree, perfect for climbing, which had been her place of escape for years. She kicked off her shoes and shimmied up as far as she could go, as far up as the branches would hold her.

That's where Jackson had found her. She could hear him calling her name, Gareth as well, but she stayed quiet. He ran into the clearing, huffing slightly as he caught his breath. He spied her shoes and looked around, finally looking up into the tree.

“There you are, Lilith!" He cried out. He seemed genuinely relieved to see her. “Crying again? Don't you remember what I told you last time?" He started scrambling up the tree towards her. “Just. Don't. Huff. Move. OK?" He called up. She slipped down a few branches until they met in the middle. She straddled the large branch with her back against the trunk. Jackson mirrored her, perching much more precariously with no trunk to steady him. He brushed her tears away, marveling as the softness of her skin melted in the soft fur along her cheeks. He could feel the warmth and slight swell of one cheek.

“Ow," Lilith murmured, holding one hand against her cheek. “It still hurts."

“I can't believe she hit you," Jackson murmured. “That's totally not cool, you know? The whole house heard the argument. Gareth is super embarrassed. He and your dad are out looking for you. Your mom was," he paused and blushed slightly. “Well, she was burning the b-bra in the backyard." Lilith felt the tears well up in her eyes again. She leaned forward, shoulders shaking as she tried to muffle her sobs against Jackson's chest. “Hey now, no more tears, Lilith." He scooted along the branch until he was able to lean forwards against the trunk, pressing her back into it. “There, not so unsteady now." He stroked her hair and rubbed her back until her crying lessened.

“I just...I just felt pretty, for once. You know?" She sniffled. “I borrowed them from Jenny's older sister. We couldn't believe they fit, but they felt so nice. And now I hate them because it's another way I don't fit in!" She probably would have started beating on herself, but Jackson was still pressed firmly against her.

“I like them," he whispered in her ear, nuzzling her neck gently, “and you should too. I'm sure they look beautiful. Your mom is a flat chested bitch anyways."

Lilith giggled into his chest before pushing for a little more space. “Do you think I'm pretty?" Her voice was all serious, her face creased with concern.

Jackson's face reddened deeply as he stammered, “Y-y-yes, I do! I mean, I know there's like a couple years between us and you're Gareth's sister but yeah, totally hot. You uh, you really blossomed over the summer. You're going to make a lot of girls jealous when school starts." He rubbed his hand along her thigh thoughtfully. “Are they furry?" He blurted, immediately wanting to die from embarrassment, but he pressed on. “I mean, you've got some fur, but you're not furry everywhere like your dad…"

Lilith blinked a few times. “Uh, a little bit, but they're not totally furry. Here, back up a little bit." She pushed him back a few inches and spread her shirt open. He could see the small patch of fur that started just under the bra and went down her tummy, splitting at her belly button and sweeping around her sides instead. Jackson didn't move so, tilting her head to the side a little bit, Lilith grabbed his hand and stroked her tummy. “See how it's not like...super long fur? It's kinda like that."

“Oh jeesus fucking christ," Jackson panted as she guided his hand up and down her belly. He rubbed a little harder, enjoying the way he could feel her muscles shift under his scritches. “You're so soft. Softer than I ever thought you'd be." He moved his hand up towards the bra. “May I?"

Lilith half smirked. “You want to see?"

He nodded, his eyes flicking from her face back down her body. “Oh, yes please."

She undid the front clasp and let the bra fall open. A delicate fluff of fur rose up from her tummy and cupped each breast, stopping short of her pink nipples that quickly grew hard as they were exposed. Jackson reached out and cupped each breast, panting hard. “Perfection," he moaned softly as he ran both hands down her torso. Without warning, he leaned forwards, pressing her back against the tree trunk and sucked one nipple into his mouth, rolling it and nibbling playfully.

Lilith was too stunned to speak. She'd said he could see, not touch, and not...oh my...his tongue felt too wonderful as flicked over her nipples. She'd not yet discovered masturbation, though her friend Jenny talked about touching herself between her legs, but she could feel heat stirring. Her head rolled back against the tree trunk, which Jackson took as permission to keep going. He cupped her other breast, playing with the stiff nipple.

He could feel her body tense against him each time his teeth grazed the delicate flesh. He'd half expected to have a mouthful of fur, but it just felt...kind of soft. He could feel himself growing stiff in his jeans and couldn't stop his hips from starting to rock as he moaned against the tender flesh in front of him.

“Are you ok?" Lilith asked, breathy though tinged with worry. Her head was swimming and concentrating was difficult. Each flick of his tongue sent shivers down her spine.

“Oh yes," he breathed against her skin, “I'm wonderful. It's just my jeans that are tight. Do you want to help me out?" He asked the question even though he expected to be shot down, but hey...you never know unless you ask, right?

She whimpered softly as breath tickled her fur. “Okay, what should I do?"

He almost stopped when he realized what she'd said. “R-really? You don't mind?" His thoughts worked quickly. He was suddenly very aware of the age difference between them. He was definitely in dangerous territory. “Lilith, you gotta promise this is between us, ok?" He brought both hands up to cup her breasts and rubbed her nipples.

“Mmkay," she moaned, her back arching and pressing her still developing breasts more firmly into his grasp. “I promise."

He drew a shuddering breath as he watched her move with each squeeze and flick. “You ever stroked a dick before?" He quickly unbuttoned his jeans and tugged his member out as she shook her head. He was already leaking pre. “Just lick your paw and start stroking it gently, like this." He took one of her paws in his hand and held it to her mouth. She licked it obediently and allowed it to be placed around his cock. He moved her paw up and down a few times, slowly, to show her what he wanted and then pressed back in against her breasts, licking and sucking on the sensitive skin.

Though shy at first, Lilith's confidence was bolstered by Jackson's obvious desire for her as well as the little shakes his body made each time she stroked him. Soon, his hips were bucking into her hand. She felt a thrill of power as she squeezed him gently and felt his moan against her chest. She started stroking him faster, using his own wetness instead of her saliva. There was so much of it! His body started to jerk and his head shot up. “Oh fuck me," he groaned, leaning forwards and kissing her hard. She felt him pulsing in her hand a split second before the hot spurt of liquid landed on her tummy. She froze, keeping her paw tight around Jackson as spurt after spurt of warm sticky liquid coated her front. He finally took her paw away and gave a little shiver. “Fuck, Lily." He leaned in and kissed her neck. “That was amazing, but remember, just between us." He looked down at her belly, his cum catching the afternoon light. “Sorry about that. If you use your shirt to clean up, I'll give you mine to cover up."

“Thanks, Jackson," Lilith murred softly. “That was actually kind fun. Especially when your eyes went all goofy!" She laughed, an open honest laugh, as she stripped out of the ruined blouse and cleaned her chest and belly. They walked back to her house together. There was some residual fallout, but Lilith didn't mind. She was wrapped in Jackson's scent and Jackson thought she was pretty.

----Present day----

Lilith snapped out of her daydream memory. That's right, Jackson was coming to visit too and that always meant more fun. They'd never done anything quite that...daring again. Not for lack of Lilith's trying, though. She cared little for the legal ramifications of her age. She got him to take her to a few parties by telling him she'd go anyway and “who knows what kind of trouble I could get into!" but he always made sure she got home safe...and alone. She'd tried everything to get him to try and get into her pants, including flat out asking him to be her first. He'd given her a strong lecture about not letting anyone fuck around. “It's not worth it," he said. “You keep strange dick at arm's length or I'm going to be disappointed in you." She'd taken his “arm's length" instructions to heart, having taken many opportunities to practice her handjob technique, and not just on Jackson. They'd even come to an agreement on blowjobs - only on him. Despite his hesitance, she was pretty sure she was wearing him down on the sex angle. Maybe...Maybe this weekend? She grinned. If Gareth knew, he never seemed to care.

She looked through her clothes until she unearthed Jackson's t-shirt and grinned. It was definitely tighter than it had been when she was 12. Two years had been good to her figure, which she turned to admire in the mirror. Perky D cups, a toned waist, and a round, spankable ass. Actually, her panties DID say “Spank Me" on them, something she desperately hoped that Jackson would see and do. She pulled on jeans and the now much faded KoRn t-shirt which she tucked to accentuate her waist. Her daydreaming had cost her time she barely had time to apply makeup and run a comb through her caramel cream hair before she could hear Ciera announcing their arrival...probably through a text.

She slunk out and stood slightly off to the side while her mother and father gave hugs, and hearty handshakes, to their oldest child. Jackson was looking for her and she gave him a shy smile and a wave. As soon as she was able, she went up and gave Gareth a quick “welcome home" hug. The hug she gave Jackson was longer, tighter. He nuzzled her neck playfully. “Nice t-shirt, you little thief," he joked with her.

“Fits a bit different than the last time you saw it, doesn't it?" She cooed, pressing her breasts against his chest. She was rewarded with a quick blush. She felt his hand slip something into her jeans pocket and couldn't help the small whimper that escaped her lips.

“Look at that later, call it a...birthday gift," Jackson responded quickly. The hug was getting too long. “Okay, ya runt. That's enough!" He pushed her away playfully and followed Gareth inside.

She let the rest of the family crowd around Gareth and head inside. Honestly, it hadn't been that long since they'd seen him last. She pulled the small box out of her pocket and unwrapped it. A new, but slightly battered ID slid out. She checked it quickly and was amazed to see her face. “Lily deValle" she read to herself. Birth Date, 2 days and 21 years ago. She laughed and slid the ID into her pocket. It was the first day of the weekend; maybe Jackson would take her to celebrate her “21st"!