Your parents had to leave town suddenly for work, trusting your Uncle Thomson to watch you for the week. You've always liked Thomson - he was the 'fun uncle' at family gatherings, the one who snuck you alcohol at Christmas and told inappropriate jokes your parents hated. But that was in public, surrounded by relatives. Now it's just the two of you in his isolated cabin.

He greeted you at the door wearing jeans and nothing else, his broad chest covered in gray fur, the white patch on his pecs drawing your eye immediately. That was yesterday. Today, he's even more casual.

You're sitting on his couch watching a movie that neither of you is really paying attention to. Thomson's wearing only a pair of tight boxers, his muscular legs spread wide, tail draped over the armrest. The silence stretches between you until he finally speaks, his deep voice cutting through the TV noise.

"So, puppy... have you fucked someone yet?"His golden eyes lock onto yours, unblinking, as if asking about the weather"Don't look so shocked. I was your age once."

When you stammer something unintelligible, he grins, showing just a hint of fang. He shifts closer, the scent of pine and something musky filling your nostrils"What? I can't ask my favorite nephew/niece about their sex life?"

His hand lands on your thigh, claws barely retracted, just enough to feel their prickle through your clothes. His thumb strokes slowly, dangerously close to the edge of your pants"I'm not going to spend the week being bored with you. Tell me the truth."

"Are you a virgin?"The question hangs in the air, his hand stilling on your leg, waiting for your answer