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His knot had fully swollen out – and her slipping her tongue within his sheath, peeling the supple, stretched skin away from around the firm muscle, then rolling that skin back until it folded into place behind – but he hadn’t finished yet, which was a strange sensation: right here at the edge of his peak, like going up a rollercoaster just before the chain lift stopped, to where he knew that if she would just wrap her fingers underneath his knot, and if he could tug and grind for just a second and a half, then that would be it.\n\nBut instead she kept her thumb there along the back of his head, and moved with his wriggling and squirming so that all he felt was the distant sensitivity of that spot, heightened somewhat by the slickness of saliva. Erika giggled on top of him again, then swung her hips from side to side. Warm, dank air trickled down across Max’s muzzle, once again lifting his attention up and back to where his sister held herself above him, legs spread around his head, free paw reaching back to slide her fingers into the crevice between the base of her full spade, hanging down beneath its own weight, and her bare inner thighs where gathered wetness stuck flesh to fur.\n\nYet again Max swallowed, squirming, struggling. “You can look,” she had told him, “but remember! No touching. No licking, no tasting… you can smell,” and as if hearing his thoughts, his sister spread her fingers about the plump, slick lips of her sex and stretched herself open, black-leather exterior flesh pulling apart to show sweet, succulent pink inside, “but that’s all. I wanna see how far we can get you.”\n\nAnd the answer, in Max’s estimation, was plenty fucking far enough. He licked his chops again, swallowed once more, bit his lip, groaned, squirmed, writhed… and Erika’s thumb followed the movement of his shaft, restricting him from any sensation other than that simple pleasure. He had gotten pretty close earlier in the morning when the siblings had been watching TV on the bed, Max sitting back against the wall, Erika on her belly between his legs, footpaws reaching back to rub and massage at his sheath and his sack, running his arousal-slickened shaft between her toes, across her pads, to where he could feel that thin little gold toe-ring she wore now… and right as he had gritted his teeth and begun grinding into the motion, right as he thought he had tricked her so that she would let him finish, she had turned to look over her shoulder, slid her footpaws up and away from him, and then just watched his muzzle. 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She was allowed to cum, of course: in between the pawjob and now, when the two were hanging out in the living room, she had slid down off the couch, yanked her brother’s legs forward, and draped his sack and sheath off the edge of the cushion so that she could shove her muzzle right against him, and huff and nuzzle and slurp and suck his balls into her mouth while she worked at herself, bunched fingers slopping between thick wet walls, her breath coming faster and harder as she enjoyed him, nose grinding underneath his knot, teasing him closer yet never far enough to push him over even once she had manged it herself, her shoulders tensing, her eyes wrenching shut, her entire body shivering as she rode the throes of her orgasm, there on the floor. She had left a wet spot, of course.\n\n“How’re you holding up back there?”\n\nErika’s voice came to him across a great distance. Max blinked, did so again, licked his lips, slowly remembered where he was: lying back on his bed, his sister above him, her legs spread… her spade spread as well, so close to him that he could feel the wet heat dripping out from inside of her, where he had just gotten lost. Her musk dribbled down across his muzzle, fur humid with his closeness; she smelled like him somewhat, yet twisted, adjusted, with that fuller, deeper cool warmth that often clung to his upper lip and the back of his throat, and then the familiar dry spice that he would lap off his lips and from the corners of his mouth; and the faint, rusty-metal scent, saltwater and sweat and…\n\nHe could taste her, almost. Max swallowed yet again, tilted his muzzle up, came so close – Erika saw and lifted up out of the way – and felt a thick dribble of gathered wetness plop against his chin for him to lap off. The warm, sticky string stretched, pulled, broke, then slurped into his mouth.\n\n“Erika-” Max shuddered again and thrust upward from his hips. That burgeoning heat had started to slowly dissipate, though each time he throbbed he thought he could feel it bubble back a little bit. “Please. I’m gonna – blow up…”\n\n“You better fucking not.”\n\n“Why even are you-”\n\n“Why? Why?”\n\nHis sister lifted up, dragging her hefty sex away from his muzzle, but still he could smell and taste her on each breath. She looked down at him past her hanging breasts; Max did the same, his chest heaving, his shaft twitching. His bellyfur bore the streaks of so much pre across these past few hours, sticky and matted and begin to crust in some places along the fringes.\n\n“Because,” she went on, and now leaned down again. Max closed his eyes; Erika’s cheek came in against his thigh, and she reached in to roll his sack across her fingers with one paw, and then she nosed in, took a deep inhalation of his scent, nuzzled in between his balls, licked, nipped, sucked the tender skin between her lips. “Remember that time on the bus, how we missed our stop because that big pothole made you cum, and then you didn’t have the energy to walk?”\n\n“It had been a long day and-”\n\n“-that time in the movie theater, where I gave you a handjob and then we got thrown out since you fell asleep and were snoring?”\n\n“Well, see, I-”\n\n“And then my heat this past year, where I asked if you’d be willing to help me out, and you sent me fourteen – fourteen – texts saying how excited you were and how you’d do everything possible, and then you tapped out after two rounds in one day-”\n\n“Erika, I-”\n\n“And so, mister one-and-done…” The other wild dog, still looking down at him from overhead, reached down to grab the base of her spade in one paw, and physically tapped it against Max’s cheek. Thick, slick flesh squished and smacked there; he felt the wet heat of her dripping arousal soak through his fur, and it took all of his willpower to resist tilting his head, parting his lips, and sucking it into his maw, though he knew from experience that fitting the whole thing would be difficult without him being allowed to use his paws. “We’re doing this so that I can get my fill.”\n\nHer brother groaned, whimpered in his throat, and turned his head to follow as she lifted up again, once more returning to where she could reach down and sink two, three, four fingers inside herself, plush pillowy flesh parting with ease – and no small amount of noise. Max lifted his hips again; judging that he had had enough time to cool off, Erika tilted his shaft back towards her muzzle, sniffed at his tapered tip, then cupped her tongue and dove down along him once more.\n\n“I’m…” He grasped at her thighs, fingers digging into soft skin. “I’m gonna fucking die…”\n\nErika’s body lurched as she suppressed a bit of a gag, her brother’s full knot nudging against her lips. She held there – Max felt her swallow around him – and then drew back.\n\n“Well, at least warn me first.” She wiped her mouth. “Rigor mortis can last for, like, three and a half days. That’ll be enough.”\n\n“Erika-”\n\n“Would you – shut up? Here, I’ll give you something to… focus on…”\n\nMax turned his head and squeezed his eyes shut, expecting the worst – but then opened them again when he felt Erika’s legs shifting forward from around him. 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But, remember...”\n\nHell is real and I’m there already, Max thought, grinding against the side of her muzzle where she nuzzled. And it’s just my sister.\n\n“No touching.”",
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But instead she kept her thumb there along the back of his head, and moved with his wriggling and squirming so that all he felt was the distant sensitivity of that spot, heightened somewhat by the slickness of saliva. Erika giggled on top of him again, then swung her hips from side to side. Warm, dank air trickled down across Max’s muzzle, once again lifting his attention up and back to where his sister held herself above him, legs spread around his head, free paw reaching back to slide her fingers into the crevice between the base of her full spade, hanging down beneath its own weight, and her bare inner thighs where gathered wetness stuck flesh to fur.
Yet again Max swallowed, squirming, struggling. “You can look,” she had told him, “but remember! No touching. No licking, no tasting… you can smell,” and as if hearing his thoughts, his sister spread her fingers about the plump, slick lips of her sex and stretched herself open, black-leather exterior flesh pulling apart to show sweet, succulent pink inside, “but that’s all. I wanna see how far we can get you.”
And the answer, in Max’s estimation, was plenty fucking far enough. He licked his chops again, swallowed once more, bit his lip, groaned, squirmed, writhed… and Erika’s thumb followed the movement of his shaft, restricting him from any sensation other than that simple pleasure. He had gotten pretty close earlier in the morning when the siblings had been watching TV on the bed, Max sitting back against the wall, Erika on her belly between his legs, footpaws reaching back to rub and massage at his sheath and his sack, running his arousal-slickened shaft between her toes, across her pads, to where he could feel that thin little gold toe-ring she wore now… and right as he had gritted his teeth and begun grinding into the motion, right as he thought he had tricked her so that she would let him finish, she had turned to look over her shoulder, slid her footpaws up and away from him, and then just watched his muzzle. And he had thrust, and jerked, and bucked, and tensed and clenched as much as he could, but still only got a few loose, watery sprays of pre across his shirt.
That had felt like days ago, but it had just been earlier this morning. That’s right, isn’t it…? The wild dog thought, now lifting his muzzle, rising up onto his elbows, sniffing at the air… feeling the spot where he suddenly entered her presence, humidity so thick and palpable, hovering out from within her spread spade. Max sighed out through his mouth, shifted up a bit more, sniffed, sniffed again, leaned in just a little bit, and then flared his nostrils to take in a slow, deeper breath.
Erika must have heard his inhalation; she looked back again, chuckled softly, and arched her back to hang her spade even closer to his nose. The dank, hefty meat jiggled with the movement, wet walls inside smacking apart, succulent reddish-pink glistening with her gathered arousal. She was allowed to cum, of course: in between the pawjob and now, when the two were hanging out in the living room, she had slid down off the couch, yanked her brother’s legs forward, and draped his sack and sheath off the edge of the cushion so that she could shove her muzzle right against him, and huff and nuzzle and slurp and suck his balls into her mouth while she worked at herself, bunched fingers slopping between thick wet walls, her breath coming faster and harder as she enjoyed him, nose grinding underneath his knot, teasing him closer yet never far enough to push him over even once she had manged it herself, her shoulders tensing, her eyes wrenching shut, her entire body shivering as she rode the throes of her orgasm, there on the floor. She had left a wet spot, of course.
“How’re you holding up back there?”
Erika’s voice came to him across a great distance. Max blinked, did so again, licked his lips, slowly remembered where he was: lying back on his bed, his sister above him, her legs spread… her spade spread as well, so close to him that he could feel the wet heat dripping out from inside of her, where he had just gotten lost. Her musk dribbled down across his muzzle, fur humid with his closeness; she smelled like him somewhat, yet twisted, adjusted, with that fuller, deeper cool warmth that often clung to his upper lip and the back of his throat, and then the familiar dry spice that he would lap off his lips and from the corners of his mouth; and the faint, rusty-metal scent, saltwater and sweat and…
He could taste her, almost. Max swallowed yet again, tilted his muzzle up, came so close – Erika saw and lifted up out of the way – and felt a thick dribble of gathered wetness plop against his chin for him to lap off. The warm, sticky string stretched, pulled, broke, then slurped into his mouth.
“Erika-” Max shuddered again and thrust upward from his hips. That burgeoning heat had started to slowly dissipate, though each time he throbbed he thought he could feel it bubble back a little bit. “Please. I’m gonna – blow up…”
“You better fucking not.”
“Why even are you-”
“Why? Why?”
His sister lifted up, dragging her hefty sex away from his muzzle, but still he could smell and taste her on each breath. She looked down at him past her hanging breasts; Max did the same, his chest heaving, his shaft twitching. His bellyfur bore the streaks of so much pre across these past few hours, sticky and matted and begin to crust in some places along the fringes.
“Because,” she went on, and now leaned down again. Max closed his eyes; Erika’s cheek came in against his thigh, and she reached in to roll his sack across her fingers with one paw, and then she nosed in, took a deep inhalation of his scent, nuzzled in between his balls, licked, nipped, sucked the tender skin between her lips. “Remember that time on the bus, how we missed our stop because that big pothole made you cum, and then you didn’t have the energy to walk?”
“It had been a long day and-”
“-that time in the movie theater, where I gave you a handjob and then we got thrown out since you fell asleep and were snoring?”
“Well, see, I-”
“And then my heat this past year, where I asked if you’d be willing to help me out, and you sent me fourteen – fourteen – texts saying how excited you were and how you’d do everything possible, and then you tapped out after two rounds in one day-”
“Erika, I-”
“And so, mister one-and-done…” The other wild dog, still looking down at him from overhead, reached down to grab the base of her spade in one paw, and physically tapped it against Max’s cheek. Thick, slick flesh squished and smacked there; he felt the wet heat of her dripping arousal soak through his fur, and it took all of his willpower to resist tilting his head, parting his lips, and sucking it into his maw, though he knew from experience that fitting the whole thing would be difficult without him being allowed to use his paws. “We’re doing this so that I can get my fill.”
Her brother groaned, whimpered in his throat, and turned his head to follow as she lifted up again, once more returning to where she could reach down and sink two, three, four fingers inside herself, plush pillowy flesh parting with ease – and no small amount of noise. Max lifted his hips again; judging that he had had enough time to cool off, Erika tilted his shaft back towards her muzzle, sniffed at his tapered tip, then cupped her tongue and dove down along him once more.
“I’m…” He grasped at her thighs, fingers digging into soft skin. “I’m gonna fucking die…”
Erika’s body lurched as she suppressed a bit of a gag, her brother’s full knot nudging against her lips. She held there – Max felt her swallow around him – and then drew back.
“Well, at least warn me first.” She wiped her mouth. “Rigor mortis can last for, like, three and a half days. That’ll be enough.”
“Erika-”
“Would you – shut up? Here, I’ll give you something to… focus on…”
Max turned his head and squeezed his eyes shut, expecting the worst – but then opened them again when he felt Erika’s legs shifting forward from around him. He blinked, then blinked again as her brushy tail swatted across his muzzle; then his sister again straddled his body, this time with her ankles squeezing in at his sides. She arched upwards a bit, looking back at him over her shoulder, then reached both paws back: one to brush her tail to the side and the other to slid in along her rump, two fingerpads dancing across her puckered tailhole before she gave herself a stretch and spread.
“There,” she rumbled. Now the other paw came down as well, and immediate Max’s gaze focused: Erika flexed and clenched, now pushing out so that the delicate pucker pressed out, now squeezing so that it slid in and flattened, overlapping wrinkles stretching, pulling, relaxing. And she shifted, first paw remaining in place with her fingers spread above and below her tailhole, the other coming down along her belly. Max glanced down towards the warm flesh of her sex parting open at another touch, fingers spreading along there as well, then curving to dig up into rich, luscious pink meat inside. “How’s – that? Will this keep you quiet at least long enough for me to cum again?”
Erika trailed off for a moment there, wrist gyrating as she fingered herself, slick wetness coating her fingers, rolling down the back of her paw… soaking into Max’s fur. She shivered, groaned, clenched again, shuddered… sighed out, pushed back again, spread herself. Succulent reddish-pink briefly blossomed out, then slurped back inside itself.
“I think we’re down to, ah… four more that you owe me. And – then we can…” Her breath puffed out across his shaft. Max’s head rolled back; he groaned again. “Then we can talk about… maybe getting you off, too, but I gotta say… I rather like you squirming like this. But, remember...”
Hell is real and I’m there already, Max thought, grinding against the side of her muzzle where she nuzzled. And it’s just my sister.
“No touching.”",
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