[center][b]A Shower With Dem Hips Dylan[/b][/center]

[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center]

[center]Adapted from a roleplay with IronTiger26[/center]





Shower time. It was one of the few times one could get any time alone in the household at 101 Dalmatian Street. And to enjoy one of those rarities of the solar system: Nice warm water. 

Dylan was taking full advantage after wrangling the pups all day. He hummed a few bars, even bringing the sponge up to his mouth as if it were a microphone and playing an imaginary riff on an imaginary guitar (using equally imaginary musical skill) with the other hand. His tail swished in along to his little dance as he dripped. Dylan’s spotted rear got in on the action, swinging from side to side, with the slightest jiggle.

To his mild chagrin, Dylan’s hind end had picked up some well-proportioned heft over the last few years. Efforts to get more exercise had not helped much; muscle packed in alongside fat in those buns and thighs. Maybe it was some quirks of genetics but the dalmatian had assuredly acquired an hourglass figure, taking after his mother despite gender and setting a high bar for any of his younger sisters to live up to.

It would have worried him more if he had been more aware of it. But as yet he was not fully cognizant of the extent of his figure. Denial was not just a river in Africa, and his self-image refused so far to catch up with what he saw in the mirror.

Beginning another verse of his performance in his end he failed to notice the creak of the bathroom door opening. The first he noticed was when a figure almost a head taller than him appeared as if out of nowhere when he opened his eyes, leaning halfway into the shower.

“AAAAH!” Dylan shrieked, one foot leaving the ground and hands darting to cover his danglies in classic ‘oh no I’m naked don’t look’ fashion. “DOLLY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING.”

“Uh, getting a shower.” His stepsister paused where she was to roll her eyes at him with sarcastic amusement.  “Chillax Dyl.”

“[i]I’m[/i] showering now!”

“Yeah, I know.” She set one hand on her hip with a smirk, all attitude. A bare hip, Dylan realized. Dolly was already fully naked. “Hot out today huh? Just got back from skating and I sooo need to get rid of the sweat too.”

“Well, you could at least knock!” His flustered retort lacked teeth, undermined by how he pulled the shower curtain around himself and backed away from The Sister With Apparently No Concept Of Personal Space. “I’ll be done in five minutes and you can shower then.”

Dolly just laughed. Before he could do anything he found the curtain torn away from him as she stepped fully into the tub, legs already being sprayed with warm water. “Why wait? It’s not like you got anything I haven’t seen before anyway, bro.”

“The time you pantsed me in front of… let’s see it was- uh, everyone- doesn’t count!” Dylan protested.  He was practically pressed against the wall under the faucet. Dolly did smell a bit sweaty, he noticed. She was close enough. “Get out!”

“Hmmmmmmmm-” She raised an eyebrow, leaning ever so slightly closer to get to exacty eye lever in a staredown. “-mmmno.”

In a flash her hands flew down to smack into Dylan’s buttcheeks, grabbing a hefty handful of rump in each. She squeezed firmly, bounced her eyebrows at him in a cheeky expression. 

“DOLLY WHAT THE HECK.” Dylan yelped. And forgot to struggle. Because, really, [i]what the heck?[/i]

She replied as only Dolly could, with an understated smirk. “Chill, big butt. It’s not like I could resist. I mean, look at these things.”

Dolly’s muscular form pressed close up to him as she jiggled his rotund behind, working them in little circles before pulling them up and letting go to watch them bounce over his shoulder, and grabbed them once again.

Dylan slapped her hands away and stepped back, lifting one foot over the rim of the tub. “Okay, I’m out. Whatever’s with you today I want no-“

Still smirking she grabbed him once again, taking hold of his behind [i]from[/i] behind. 

“What’s with [i]dis[/i], that’s the real question bro.” She sat back onto the wall side of the tub opposite the curtain, pulling him along. “I know exactly what you need, Dyl.”

“What the- put me down.” 

Dolly did not put him down. To his mortification she flipped him easily by the arm and onto her knee. Though he tried he didn’t manage to do anything about it as she set him stomach down onto her knees. Frankly, Dolly got much more exercise than him and it showed in her figure. She could easily be a triathlete or something- it was all the skateboarding and tearing around at full speed.

“Hmmm….lemme think….” Dolly said, tilting her head slightly as if in thought.

[b]WHAP![/b]

As quick as lightning, her hand came down and slammed into her feminine brother’s giant backside, sending ripples through his cheeks like a stone hitting a pond.

Dylan let out an undignified yelp, had just enough spare attention to hear himself make it and feel all the more embarassed. His head turned just far enough to catch his sister in his peripheral vision. “Dolly what was that fo-ow!”

Cutting him off with another fierce spank, Dolly laughed as she wound up for another. 

“Making your huge butt bounce!” The athletic canine brought down her hand, the slap ringing sharp in the shower’s acoustics as it hit.

“I- what??” That hit a bit in the pride as well as the tush. His rear wasn’t that big. “My butt isn’t big!”

“Totally is, bro.” Dolly was on the verge of one of her laughing fits, but kept it at bay for yet another strike to his derrière. “You even got the nickname.”

“What!?” Demanded- well, can it really be a demand if it’s that squeaky?- the beleaguered male dog. His abortive struggle to get away was interrupted by a sharp sting on his left butt-cheek. “Ow!”

Smarmy smile plastered on her face Dolly landed another smack to his right buttock for balance. “Oh, y’know. ‘Dem Hips Dylan’.”

“What? No. No no no, nobody calls me that!” He insisted. “Right? I mean I don’t have hips. I mean like I have hips but they’re not like… they’re not that big, I do [i]not[/i] have hips.”

Her laughter mocked his uncertainty, gales of it forcing her to pause his attack on his backside and just hold him down on her lap instead. “You [i]totally do.[/i] Especially after you stopped skipping leg day. Check a mirror sometime!”

She rubbed at his rear end, up and down. In his confusion at the situation he couldn’t be sure if that was meant to be comforting or derisive. 

“I am not! Does this look-“ Dylan reached back to grab his buns in demonstration, and stopped cold. The jolt of realizing what his sense of touch was saying. “Oh dog. It’s, uh, not that bad is it?”

Dolly calmed her chuckle enough to give him a tooty smirk.

“These babies make a lot of girls jealous. I dunno about bad though.” She leaned down to whisper into his dripping ear. “You rock that butt, Dyl.”

“N-no I don’t!” He protested shakily. Dylan tried to get up, but lost his footing on the still wet floor and lost again against Dolly’s arms and was pressed back down into place. “I don’t look girly.”

“Dude, you’re girlier than me. You’re like the girliest dalmatian in the whole-“ She paused. Something was digging into her bare hip. Something warm, hard, point of contact would put it… between Dylan’s legs. She blinked, smile widening slowly. “Well well well. Didn’t know you were into this kind of thing.”

“I don’t. I don’t like being sp- being insulted like-“ Then Dylan felt it too. The fur against the very tip of his- and getting sticky from- but he wasn’t-

He was starting to be, at least. Once more he scrambled for traction to get himself our of this bathroom, somewhere he could nurse his stung and bigger-than-he’d-allowed-himself-to-realize rump and let the other problem go away so he could forget about it.

Dylan managed to force himself to his feet, butt wobbling as he did. Only as far as was according to his stepsister’s plan.

“No you don’t!” Dolly laughed triumphantly. She quickly parted her knees, knocking a forearm against the back of his to send him forward over her thighs again. This time however he was further forward. She slammed her legs back together, catching his hardening cock in between her thighs.

Paralyzed by the grip on his delicates, Dylan froze. “Dolly, what are you doing?”

Dolly’s smile was scary.

She shifted her legs, one forward and one back, then the opposite, then repeat. Rubbing the trapped penis with her fur while she squeezed his generous butt behind him. “Yeah, you totally do like this. Don’tcha, bro? Being all helpless and embarrassed is exciting to you huh?”

“No!” Dylan yelped. Not 100% convincingly. Maybe 70% convincing tops. He tried to pull himself away but only added a pull to the friction on his erect cock, making him groan. “You’re my sister!”

“Stepsister, but who’s counting. And you’re my bro.” She snapped back without hesitation. Dolly emphasized with another light spank right under his tail. This time the impact made him flinch away, which naturally thrust his hips forward and therefore his cock between her thighs. He squeaked, feeling a streak of his own pre on the fur. “My total nerd big bro with a huuuuge sexy butt. Hehehehe-“

Leaning in nice and close, Dolly crooned in a low voice, “Come on, Dyl. Relax a bit. No one’s gonna find out anyway. Just have a bit of fun.” She chuckled as she played with his cheeks, squishing them appreciatively as she added. “-Unless you want to go tell everyone how much you like this. Like, say, Hansel.”

“I’m not telling anyone!” Dylan found himself forced by his position to look either down at the porcelain or back at the muscled thighs- so much leaner than his- squeezing his red rocket. 

Definitely the tub. With the warm water still pouring over both of them cascading down into it and down the drain. Shoot, they were going to waste all the hot water… That wasn’t important right now though, focus Dylan focus!

Of course he wouldn’t tell anyone. For lots of reasons. Well, someone might make Dolly stop. But… and?... they’d be in trouble, or at least Dolly would. Ingrained habit told him that was bad. “Stop hitting my butt, it’s embarrassing.

“Nah I think you deserve it Dyl.” Another rain of sharp spanks fit itself in before she continued. “Don’t even tell me you didn’t know you had all this junk in the trunk. Peep’s have been staring, not that I blame ‘em. Fergus noticed before just about anyone else, you know? First one to call you Dem Hips. You [i]can’t[/i] tell me you didn’t notice at all.”

“N-no.” Uncertain if that was a refusal or an answer. Fergus? That… did sound like something Fergus might come up with. Another hard spank landed, another rub of his red cock between Dolly’s legs. He was distracted by the stimuli and it threw off his thinking, jumbling ideas into new arrangements. “Did he put you up to this?”

“Nope! But if you don’t believe me…” With contrarian tenderness she began to gently rub at his slightly-more-reddened left cheek. “I could take you and your butt down to see him. All bare so he can be accurate like you like.”

The singsong of her voice told him she was deadly serious. “[i]I believe you![/i]” 

Those thigh muscles squeezed on his dong again, making him squirm. Without really thinking about it he curled his tail down in a futile protective gesture.

“Something tells me you’re ly-innnnng.” Both hands cupped at his buns, patted at them both as if they were drums to be played very gently. “But we’ll talk about that later. For now, back to the fun!”

She lifted him up by the pelvis, his rod pulling up out of her thighs until just the leaking tip was wedged in that cleft.

“Dolly, sto-“ Well, no real point in finishing that sentence. Strong hands shoved him, pressing him right down by the underside of his tail and squishing at his meaty buns and forcing him down between her muscles again. The muscles between her legs- not [i]those[/i] muscles between her legs, he assumed those girl muscles were there and that Dolly would definitely have them, but he didn’t know much about biology compared to astronomy, and why was he thinking about all that right now he definitely was [i]not[/i] supposed to be thinking that about Dolly at least in theory and ooh that was such a tight squeeze and it felt- “[i]-ih~[/i]”

“Aww, heh. I knew you were loving this.” Rhetorical question voiced, she twisted her hips again to massage his cock some more. “I think you should admit it. Admit you love this and we can finish our shower. How’s that sound?”

“Iiiiii-” He didn’t like this. He didn’t think. But his cock was so hard and she just kept rubbing it. “-iiiiiyes?”

“Hmmm?” Dolly trailed a finger up his buns, dangerously close to entering his crack. And she probably would too. If the idea crossed her mind, if he made any mistake that gave her the thought. “What did you say, Dem Hips? I didn’t hear you.” She raised her hand away from the dangerous cleft, raised it to cover her mouth in a dramatic fake gasp. “You like being spanked by your sister?”

“I didn’t say-!” Dylan wheezed. “Yyyee-“

That wide toothy smile, a shark’s smile. Dolly’s hand rose higher, as high as it could go. The other snatched his tail and pulled it away to fully expose his ass. “I know what’ll get an answer.”

And her open palm fell like a meteor in one powerful blow.

“YeeESSs I like it!” Dylan warbled. Ass stinging and cock burning he was incoherent. “Just please-“

He didn’t even get to finish that request. In the span of three seconds he went from laying across her lap to sitting atop it, flipped upright by the athletic Dolly as easily as she had flipped him horizontal. His back up against her athletic chest with its petite breasts, butt burning against the thighs she had sandwiched around his doghood. And most importantly, his fully exposed red rocket standing proud in the tickling stream of water from the showerhead, her hand coming down again but gently to wrap around his shaft in a firm grip, other snaking around like a massaging vise under and around his knot.

Dylan didn’t know one way or the other if that was what he asked for.

What he got was a sudden squeeze outside, triggering a sudden squeeze inside, and a sticky spurt across the front of his chest. It was too sudden to be satisfying, left a lot of horny still clogging his system, and let the pressure off just enough to make him confused all over again while he whined a wordless high whine that could mean anything at this point.

It left him sitting on reddened buns in his sister’s lap, a little limp and a lot disoriented under the warm water.

Dolly considerately gave him a few moments to catch his breath, and dipped her head to nuzzle at the side of his neck. “How was that? Feel any more relaxed, big butt?”

“I don’t know what just happened.” Dylan said. It was only partly out of plausible-ish deniability. “Is my butt really that big?”

Dolly patted her brother’s knee. “Well… maybe it’s a [i]little[i] less huge than I let on. You definitely got some cake on you though. Really didn’t notice before?”

“I didn’t think it was that bad…” Suddenly remembering the sticky surprise up his front and stood, yoinking the soak from its holder to erase the evidence as soon as possible.

“Heh.” Dolly grabbed the sponge where it had fallen to the ceramic near the drain, not coincidentally putting her at eye level with the other dalmatian’s spotty, delicious hams. “We should definitely have more talk about your best feature later. For now, you do my back and I do yours?”

“I already got my back.” Dylan said as if it were a comeback. He finished rinsing off his front and stepped out hurriedly, snatching a towel for protective purposes. “I’ve got to get the pups moving toward dinner positions.”

Dolly shrugged, reaching for the loofa. “Suit yourself. I’ll be out in a few, bro.”

Dylan grumbled to himself, wrapping the towel around sore cheeks. He passed the mirror on the way to the door. Leaned back to check his rear in the mirror. It wasn’t that bad. Really. And Dolly said it was good anyway. (And he and dolly were only step-siblings, so she was allowed to think that, probably. (But that thought was much quieter. (And quietest of all: Did he really like being spanked and humiliated like that? No way… Maybe just a little.)))

As carefree and casual as ever behind the shower curtain, Dolly struck up her own shower tune as the door closed behind her sibling. The skate sweat had to go.





[center]The End[/center]