Both of them saw stars. Diana’s nether lips quivered against Dorothea’s, and she, too, began to grind right back against her. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, both sisters fell into a soft, steady rhythm, pushing and rubbing against each other’s most sensitive treasures. Their eyes met once more, and both of them moaned in unison. They were both at their most vulnerable, and both were desperate to satisfy each other, as if apologizing profusely with their bodies. Diana found herself hypnotized by the rhythmic sway of her sister’s rump, and even went as far as to reach down and squeeze her prominent posterior once again as they rubbed together. Dorothea would have done similar had she been able to reach her sister’s breasts. It didn’t stop her from reaching between them, however, and her fingers began to tenderly trace over Diana’s clit, even as it grazed her own in slow, smooth strokes. Both sisters’ cheeks were now heavily flushed, not to mention both were drenched and making waves across the pond with their movements. Their free hands dared to explore each other in kind, at least what each could reach, namely sending electric sparks of pleasure up and down each other’s legs and bellies. Neither of them spoke beyond the continuous, growing moans, but neither of them needed to say anything. For once, they let their bodies do the talking. Until Diana found the heat almost too much to bear. “Dory… Dory I think I’m… I’m gonna…!” Dorothea froze immediately, preventing Diana from reaching her ever-so-desired peak. “Not yet.” An audible, almost canine whimper left Diana. “Whaaaat!?” Dorothea grinned once again, and this time she unlaced her legs and practically leapt upon her sister. The two of them fumbled about one last time, and ultimately Dorothea made it out on top, her wobbling, enticing rump hovering just a few inches above her younger sister’s face. She couldn’t help but giggle as she sat herself down, then promptly buried her own face between Diana’s legs. Both moaned, and both moans were muffled by each other’s swollen nether lips. Kiss after taboo kiss ensued, their tongues eagerly, hungrily diving deep into their respective womanhoods. Their hands took full advantage of each other’s bodies, with one of Diana’s fingers pushing itself into Dorothea’s pucker, while Dorothea reached back to tug and tweak at one of Diana’s hardened nipples. Their respective scents were becoming stronger and stronger as nectar began to flow, which only drove them even closer and faster toward oblivion. What started as hungry kisses and licks became desperate. Dorothea [i]needed[/i] Diana, just as Diana did right back. Their bodies began to clench in unison, uncontrollably, even as smoke enveloped them both. Canine noses were soon pressed into each other in kind, their tongues longer and capable of sliding deep within each other. Their sense of smell intensified a hundred fold, and their next moans became howls of sheer ecstasy. Both female worgen visibly shook, quivered, and quaked, and it took all of Dorothea’s strength not to collapse and smother her little sister as climaxes ripped through them both… and only grew stronger with each subsequent lick. Neither one of them wanted to give in, but ultimately their instincts took over, and both let out intense, feral howls of pure, unadulterated pleasure, then collapsed in a writhing heap in the water together. As the splashing settled, the two furred worgen sisters were cuddled up near the shallow end, Dorothea’s head nestled against Diana’s breasts and tucked under one arm, while Diana absently ran a hand through her older sister’s hair. Their breathing took many minutes to slow, but once it had, Diana couldn’t help but smile down at Dorothea. “That was… intense.” “You’re telling me,” Dorothea remarked, playfully flicking her tongue over her sister’s nipple and causing her to quiver in shock. “I think that was about ten years of repression that just left my body.” Diana giggled. “Your words, not mine.” Dorothea slid herself upward to be even with her sister, and both of them looked skyward to silently watch the stars begin to appear in the sky. “I’m sorry again for pushing Daddy… and for being a brat,” Diana said without warning. “I’m sorry, too, for being a bitch and pushing away my family,” Dorothea returned nonchalantly. Both sisters looked at each other and laughed, holding each other even tighter to fight off the soft chill of the water. But as the laughing died down, Dorothea spoke up once more. “I still miss Warren.” Diana turned and scrutinized her sister, and for once she slowed down and decided to carefully choose her next words. “I… don’t blame you. He was a good man.” “He was,” she said with a smile, never taking her eyes off the sky. “Losing him was harder than leaving home… but it made it even harder when I didn’t have anyone to turn to. The grief stayed with me, and I know Starla was little, but I imagine it’s still with her, too.” Diana tilted her head and gently squeezed her sister’s belly. “You… don’t know?” Dorothea sighed. “I don’t. I haven’t spoken to anyone about Warren since his death. I… refused to talk about him, and I used to snap at Starla if she mentioned him. It’s still… viscerally painful.” “Dory…” Diana said gently and laced her fingers with her sister’s. “I’m in no place to lecture, so… just know that you can talk about it with me whenever you want. And it might not be my place to say… but I bet Starla would like to talk to you about him, too.” Dorothea didn’t bristle, but smiled instead. “Thank you, Sister. I’ll take it into consideration, at least. I don’t know if I’m ready just yet, but maybe someday sooner than later.” Her nose touched Diana’s and she added, “I love you, Diana.” A hint of sadness appeared in Diana’s smile. “I love you too, Silly. I’m glad you got that out, but… that kinda came outta nowhere.” The rogue’s ears drooped sheepishly. “W-well… Warren and I used to sneak out from time to time and… go skinny-dipping like this at night. It just reminded me of that, and it gave me comfort, you know?” Diana cocked a devilish eyebrow. “Is that right? Did that include…?” She let the thought hang in the air as one of her furred hands slid down cheekily between her older sister’s thighs. Even through her fur, it was apparent Dorothea was blushing. “M-maybe.”