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I guess maybe he's not as gay as he thought he was. Or, at least, his sister's plump, wet, bushy, jealous spade will make sure of it.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Direct sequel to Truth Or Dog, where we see Ian getting... well, exactly what's coming to him! I guess maybe he's not as gay as he thought he was. Or, at least, his sister's plump, wet, bushy, jealous spade will make sure of it.", "writing": "[i]“But you’re my sister! I don’t – think we should-”[/i]\n\nHad it been something he had said? Ian gritted his teeth, squeezed his eyes shut, and bumped his head against the back of his desk chair, the hinges and bearings already creaking with the quick, insistent rhythm bearing down on top of him. 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Shut the fuck up.”[/i] And one of her paws had slammed against his shoulder to push him back in his chair, and the other dropped down to undo his pants fly and dig him out, and – his fur was still sticky and matted from that humiliating scene with the dog just earlier in the night, and he could still smell the strong, foul scent of feral bitch clinging to his shaft, but each and every one of Bailey’s touches just worked him up further.\n\nHe could still taste her on his mouth, too – his own sister, when she had come in to kiss him a moment ago. Ian let a tense sigh hiss out from between his clenched teeth, then tried to relax but had to squeeze up all over again, as Bailey’s hips grinded in against his own, and she buried his fully hard cock deep inside of her spade yet again, and there was no way he could resist the resultant throb, and shudder, and thrust in response.\n\n[i]I’m not a top,[/i] he had wanted to tell her, though he knew that [i]she[/i] already knew this. [i]I’m not gonna – be able to –[/i] but still she kept on riding him, one footpaw on the chair for balance, one arm on his shoulder, forcibly pushing herself down onto him so that the slick lips of her spade squished back, then sliding up so that he ended up smeared head to base in the sticky wetness of his sister’s arousal.\n\n[i]My sister. My sister. My sister, who yanked my pants off in front of her friends, and – and touched my dick, and squeezed my balls a little bit, and…[/i]\n\n“You’re… such a…” Her breath puffed out hot and urgent across his cheek, the other wild dog’s ears folded partially back, swaying with the movement. [i]Creak-creak-creak[/i] went his chair, loud enough that Ian had to lean to the side to make sure she had shut the door. “…fucking goddamn… faggot [i]bitch,[/i] Ian…”\n\n“Huh? What did… I… [i]hah…”[/i] The words failed him, and unsure what to do with his other paw – [i]do girls like their boobs touched? Her waist is a lot… slimmer than a boy’s, is it okay to touch there? And, God, it’s – gross but she – feels… so…[/i]\n\n“Can’t – fucking [i]believe[/i] that – fucking dog made you cum…”\n\n“But, Bailey, it was – [i]your[/i] idea to-”\n\nHer paw snapped up from his shoulder and instead spread around his face, palm on the bridge of his nose, fingers reaching up towards the base of his ears. Ian’s breath caught in his throat and he jerked a little bit as his sister squished him back against the chair again, using her new leverage there to draw herself back, sliding along his legs, and then sinking right back onto him. Every time she pressed her body against his, he could feel the sleek, protruding plump lips of her sex squishing in against him, further soaking and smearing his fur with her scent.\n\n“Shut the [i]fuck[/i] up. I didn’t – come in here to hear your voice. I came here… to…”\n\nBut she trailed off, head tilting back, radar-dish ears flopping… the creaking of Ian’s chair rising to fill the room alongside the steadily stickier, wetter sound of her hips slapping, smacking against his own. Again and again Bailey adjusted her stance, now sliding along his legs to grind forward against him, now lifting up a bit so she could instead push down onto him from above; his head still held back underneath her paw, the scent of her shampoo and perfume wafting down across him, he let his eyes flutter shut and dropped his mouth open for his steady, indulgent panting, the unexpected pleasure continuing to well up from within.\n\n“Knowing that… you’re…” She swallowed, lightened her grip on his head, trailed her paw around to behind his ears. “...with [i]other guys,[/i] when… I’ve been right here the whole time…”\n\nIan’s eyes snapped open. 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This time his desk chair clattered and clacked against itself with the force of his finish, his own breath steaming up around his muzzle, his claws digging at the fabric of his sister’s nightdress, this orgasm somehow even stronger than the one he had had earlier in the night. Bailey clutched onto him, her other arm coming around his shoulders to tug him in, and held him close until he had fully finished; then, both wild dogs panting, she finally released him, let him sag back, and flicked her tongue across her lips.\n\n[i]“That’s[/i] better,” she purred, and gyrated her hips a little bit. Ian gasped; her sex squelched wetly around his still-hard cock, dribbles of his own seed oozing out into his fur. [i]“That’s[/i] what I’ve been wanting. See? Topping isn’t so bad, is it now, Ian?”\n\n“Oh, [i]God…”[/i] he groaned, covering his face with his paws. The side of his muzzle was a bit wet with the sweat from Bailey’s underarm. “Oh God, my – my own [i]sister…”[/i]\n\n“Jesus fuckin’ Christ. You [i]are[/i] a bitch. Okay, fine, if you’re so fucking [i]worried[/i] about it-”\n\nAnother gasp as she yanked herself up off of him, plump lips squeezing along his shaft, rolling his sensitive skin forward across himself, and then with trembling legs rose to her full height. Once again her paw came up to the back of his head, and she forcibly yanked him down so that his chair rocked – and his nose wrinkled with a blast of their shared sex and musk, her scent mixed with his own.\n\n“-then you can just fucking [i]suck[/i] your own cum back out of me. Okay? Or is that [i]too gross[/i] for your prissy little gay ass?”\n\nDespite himself, despite the flooding exhaustion from his second finish tonight, Ian could not help but give another throb.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“But you’re my sister! I don’t – think we should-”

Had it been something he had said? Ian gritted his teeth, squeezed his eyes shut, and bumped his head against the back of his desk chair, the hinges and bearings already creaking with the quick, insistent rhythm bearing down on top of him. His sister had come into his room like that, softer, sweeter, almost apologetic if such a thing could be said for her, and then-

-then she had lifted the rim of her nightdress, and he had felt his eyes drawn to her plump, wet spade, and the thick and dense bush of pubic fur nestled around it, and he could smell her arousal wafting up in the air, and even though she was his sister it still sent an intense wave of interest and desire through him. And she had asked him, or rather offered, and he had had no idea what to say, and…

“Oh my God, Ian, you gargantuan fucking dickbrain. Shut the fuck up.” And one of her paws had slammed against his shoulder to push him back in his chair, and the other dropped down to undo his pants fly and dig him out, and – his fur was still sticky and matted from that humiliating scene with the dog just earlier in the night, and he could still smell the strong, foul scent of feral bitch clinging to his shaft, but each and every one of Bailey’s touches just worked him up further.

He could still taste her on his mouth, too – his own sister, when she had come in to kiss him a moment ago. Ian let a tense sigh hiss out from between his clenched teeth, then tried to relax but had to squeeze up all over again, as Bailey’s hips grinded in against his own, and she buried his fully hard cock deep inside of her spade yet again, and there was no way he could resist the resultant throb, and shudder, and thrust in response.

I’m not a top, he had wanted to tell her, though he knew that she already knew this. I’m not gonna – be able to – but still she kept on riding him, one footpaw on the chair for balance, one arm on his shoulder, forcibly pushing herself down onto him so that the slick lips of her spade squished back, then sliding up so that he ended up smeared head to base in the sticky wetness of his sister’s arousal.

My sister. My sister. My sister, who yanked my pants off in front of her friends, and – and touched my dick, and squeezed my balls a little bit, and…

“You’re… such a…” Her breath puffed out hot and urgent across his cheek, the other wild dog’s ears folded partially back, swaying with the movement. Creak-creak-creak went his chair, loud enough that Ian had to lean to the side to make sure she had shut the door. “…fucking goddamn… faggot bitch, Ian…”

“Huh? What did… I… hah…” The words failed him, and unsure what to do with his other paw – do girls like their boobs touched? Her waist is a lot… slimmer than a boy’s, is it okay to touch there? And, God, it’s – gross but she – feels… so…

“Can’t – fucking believe that – fucking dog made you cum…”

“But, Bailey, it was – your idea to-”

Her paw snapped up from his shoulder and instead spread around his face, palm on the bridge of his nose, fingers reaching up towards the base of his ears. Ian’s breath caught in his throat and he jerked a little bit as his sister squished him back against the chair again, using her new leverage there to draw herself back, sliding along his legs, and then sinking right back onto him. Every time she pressed her body against his, he could feel the sleek, protruding plump lips of her sex squishing in against him, further soaking and smearing his fur with her scent.

“Shut the fuck up. I didn’t – come in here to hear your voice. I came here… to…”

But she trailed off, head tilting back, radar-dish ears flopping… the creaking of Ian’s chair rising to fill the room alongside the steadily stickier, wetter sound of her hips slapping, smacking against his own. Again and again Bailey adjusted her stance, now sliding along his legs to grind forward against him, now lifting up a bit so she could instead push down onto him from above; his head still held back underneath her paw, the scent of her shampoo and perfume wafting down across him, he let his eyes flutter shut and dropped his mouth open for his steady, indulgent panting, the unexpected pleasure continuing to well up from within.

“Knowing that… you’re…” She swallowed, lightened her grip on his head, trailed her paw around to behind his ears. “...with other guys, when… I’ve been right here the whole time…”

Ian’s eyes snapped open. Unable to keep himself from riding against her rhythm, lifting up every time she sank back down onto him, he tried to meet her gaze – but Bailey just looked away, urgency and perhaps a little bit of embarrassment twisting her scowl. Slowly, bit by bit, her pace relaxed; still Ian could feel her pulse throbbing through her spade, and the sleek, succulent, silky inner walls sleeved so snug around him, but for a moment she rested with herself pressed against him, spade to sack, each sibling panting, trembling with need, so close.

“You’re my brother, Ian. You already – kinda smell like me.” Bailey trailed her paw along the back of his head, and tilted her own. “And when I can pick up others on you, it just makes me… I don’t know. Jealous, I guess. Because I want that. I want you. And… and I’m gonna claim and own your stupid – nerdy fucking, bitchy little self, because – you should be my property, my good dog, and-”

And suddenly her grip tightened again, and she yanked him in against her body so that his muzzle pressed into the sleek space between the side of her breast and her underarm, and Ian’s first instinct was to take in a quick, deep huff of breath – which smelled so sharply and strongly of her. He moaned out while trapped there, Bailey resuming her initial unforgiving rhythm, and panted and huffed with each one carrying a little bit longer, a little bit louder of another moan. He tried to say her name, tried to call out for her to stop, but instead all that he could do was groan and whine and whimper-

-and then shudder, and jerk, and buck, and jerk again. This time his desk chair clattered and clacked against itself with the force of his finish, his own breath steaming up around his muzzle, his claws digging at the fabric of his sister’s nightdress, this orgasm somehow even stronger than the one he had had earlier in the night. Bailey clutched onto him, her other arm coming around his shoulders to tug him in, and held him close until he had fully finished; then, both wild dogs panting, she finally released him, let him sag back, and flicked her tongue across her lips.

“That’s better,” she purred, and gyrated her hips a little bit. Ian gasped; her sex squelched wetly around his still-hard cock, dribbles of his own seed oozing out into his fur. “That’s what I’ve been wanting. See? Topping isn’t so bad, is it now, Ian?”

“Oh, God…” he groaned, covering his face with his paws. The side of his muzzle was a bit wet with the sweat from Bailey’s underarm. “Oh God, my – my own sister…”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ. You are a bitch. Okay, fine, if you’re so fucking worried about it-”

Another gasp as she yanked herself up off of him, plump lips squeezing along his shaft, rolling his sensitive skin forward across himself, and then with trembling legs rose to her full height. Once again her paw came up to the back of his head, and she forcibly yanked him down so that his chair rocked – and his nose wrinkled with a blast of their shared sex and musk, her scent mixed with his own.

“-then you can just fucking suck your own cum back out of me. Okay? Or is that too gross for your prissy little gay ass?”

Despite himself, despite the flooding exhaustion from his second finish tonight, Ian could not help but give another throb.
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