Warm sunlight filtered through the half-closed blinds, painting soft golden stripes across the bed. I woke slowly, the kind of lazy wake-up that only happens when the house is still quiet. Miko was already awake, draped over me like a living blanket. She was completely naked, one thigh hooked over my hips, her soft fur brushing my skin with every slow breath. Her claws—blunt and careful—traced idle, swirling patterns across my chest: little circles, figure-eights, then long lazy lines that dipped lower and lower toward my stomach. Each pass sent tiny sparks racing over my nerves.
"Morning," I murmured, voice rough from sleep. My hand found the curve of her waist and squeezed gently.
She lifted her head, ears perked, a sleepy, mischievous smile curving her lips. "Morning, handsome. Twins are still out cold. I snuck in and checked ten minutes ago. They're both snoring like tiny chainsaws."
I grinned, sliding my fingers up her spine. "Perfect."
We leaned in together. The kiss started soft—lips brushing, tasting the faint hint of last night's mint toothpaste—then deepened fast. Her tongue slipped against mine, hot and eager. I rolled us so she was straddling my waist, her heavy breasts pressing warm and full against my chest, nipples already tight. My hands roamed down to grip her ass, kneading the firm, furred cheeks as she rocked once against the growing hardness trapped between us.
That was when the sounds started drifting through the thin wall from Akira's room.
A low, breathy moan. Then another. Wet, rhythmic, unmistakable—fingers sliding in and out, fast and needy. A sharp little gasp, followed by a whimper that climbed higher.
I froze mid-kiss. Miko did too, ears flicking toward the wall.
"For fuck's sake," I groaned against her mouth, half-laughing, half-exasperated. "Again? She's been going at it for at least twenty minutes. I thought she'd be done by now."
Miko huffed a quiet laugh, her tail flicking against my thigh. "She's been restless since the Lilly talk. I keep telling her she needs to find someone. Anyone. This can't be healthy."
I nodded, already aching. "Yeah, well, she should. Seriously. Drag her out to that new shifter bar downtown or something. But good luck—Akira doesn't speak Bulgarian."
Miko blinked, then snorted. "Long story. Trust me, it's a thing."
I shook my head, hips twitching up against her. "Whatever. We've got maybe ten, fifteen minutes tops before the twins decide the day has officially started. Quickie?"
Her eyes flashed bright gold with hunger. She was already sliding down my body, claws lightly raking my sides. "God, yes."
I flipped her onto all fours in one smooth motion. Miko arched perfectly, tail high and curled to the side, presenting that slick, glistening pussy like an invitation. I gripped her hips, lined up, and pushed in deep with one hard thrust. The wet heat swallowed me to the hilt; she was soaked, velvet-tight, and clenching already. A muffled moan tore from her throat as I started fucking her fast and rough, hips slapping against her ass, the bed creaking under us. Her tail wrapped around my waist, urging me deeper.
"Harder," she gasped, claws shredding the sheets. "Fuck me like you mean it."
I gave it to her—deep, punishing strokes that made her breasts swing and her ears pin flat against her skull. The wet sounds of us echoed in the room, louder than I meant them to be.
After a couple of minutes I pulled out, sat on the edge of the bed, and yanked her into my lap. Miko sank down onto me in one slick glide, cowgirl this time, rolling her hips in tight, filthy circles while I sucked hard on her nipples. Her claws raked my shoulders, leaving faint red lines that only made me thrust up harder. She rode me like she was trying to break me, breath coming in short, desperate pants.
Then I stood, still buried to the balls inside her, and pinned her against the bedroom wall with a solid thump. Her legs locked around my waist instantly. I drove up into her, the new angle brutal and perfect, her back sliding against the cool plaster with every powerful thrust. Miko's head fell back, mouth open in a silent cry, and she came hard—clenching, pulsing, milking me until I followed right after, spilling deep inside her with a low, guttural groan. We stayed locked together, panting, foreheads pressed, her tail lazily curling around my calf as the last aftershocks rippled through us.
Miko kissed me softly, still trembling. "Best way to wake up. Every single time."
**Caz's POV**
Ava was completely out beside me, sprawled on her back like a tiny truck had flattened her. One paw flung dramatically over her eyes, tiny snores bubbling out of her open mouth, drool shining on her cheek. I was wide awake, ears perked, heart thumping.
And I could hear everything.
Mommy's muffled, breathy moans from the big bedroom. Daddy's low, growly responses. The wet slap of skin, the creak of the bed, the way Mommy's voice climbed higher and higher until it broke. Then Auntie Akira's desperate little sounds from the next room—faster, wetter, a shaky whimper that turned into a long, trembling moan as she finished.
{Fucking hell. Are they having a threesome or something? This reincarnated life is weird enough without the adults being this loud. But we've got to keep pretending we're just normal baby kits—no talking, no matter how much I want to tell them to keep it down.}
My ears burned hot under my fur. I didn't even know what a threesome was in my last life, exactly, but it sounded loud and messy and way too grown-up for the middle of the night. Or morning. Whatever time it was.
I had to move. Now.
I grabbed the crib bars again, claws digging in hard. My back legs scrabbled, tail whipping for balance. This time I made it. One paw over the top rail, then the other. I hauled myself up, belly scraping the wood, and flopped over the edge. I landed on the thick rug with a soft thump, rolling once before I caught myself.
Behind me, Ava stirred. Her big golden eyes cracked open. She saw me on the floor and immediately started bubbling—happy little chirps, excited coos, and endless babbles, tail thumping wildly against the mattress like this was the best game ever invented.
I shot her a glare, pressed one tiny claw to my lips in the biggest "shhh" I could manage, and crawled away as fast as my chubby arms and legs would carry me. {Quiet, sis. We're supposed to be babies, remember?}
The hallway stretched long and shadowy in the early light, but I knew the way by heart.
Auntie Akira's door was cracked open. The noises had finally stopped. I heard her moving around inside—soft footsteps, the rustle of clothes—then the bathroom door clicked shut and the shower started running. She was in there. Safe.
I pushed the door wider with my head and crawled inside. The room smelled like her: sharp and spicy, with that faint sweet undertone that always made me think of the candies she snuck us. I ignored the big bed and went straight for the important stuff.
Under the bed: quick peek. A big pink dildo lay on its side, still shiny. I wrinkled my nose, backed out fast, and pretended I hadn't seen it. {Not what I'm looking for, and definitely not something a "baby" should know about.}
I checked the nightstand—too tall. The dresser drawers—way, way too high. Even when I stood on my back legs and stretched as far as I could, my claws only brushed the bottom of the lowest one. I tried jumping. Nothing. Stupid grown-up furniture.
I crawled to the closet next, nosing the sliding door open just enough to stick my head in. Shoes. Lots of shoes. A couple of boxes on the floor. I pawed at one, but it was taped shut and I couldn't get my tiny claws under the tape.
Frustrated, I sat down hard in the middle of the rug, tail lashing back and forth. Nothing. No letters, no pictures, no secret clues about Lilly. Just an empty room that smelled like Auntie Akira's shampoo drifting from the bathroom.
{We need more info on Lilly. In our past lives we were adults; now we're stuck in these tiny bodies pretending to be clueless kits. But I'm not giving up.}
I huffed, turned around, and crawled back toward our bedroom. Ava was still making happy baby noises from the crib, probably wondering where her favorite troublemaker had disappeared to.
I sat down right in front of our door, ears perked, little paws folded in my lap.
They'd be out soon. They always were after the noises stopped.
And when they came, I'd be waiting.
Lilly wasn't going to stay a mystery forever.