This was a request from Danaume. Her idea, my execution; I hope you enjoy!
This coming year was going to be big for Trisha. First, and most importantly, it was the year she would cross the threshold from 14 to 15 years old. Trisha had decided that 15 sounded much more mature than 14. It was practically 18, which meant she would practically be an adult. With that in mind, it was time she got rid of her bad habits and started more good ones.
Christmas was over, and with New Year's Day looming, Trisha's Facebook feed was filled with her friends' lists of resolutions for the coming year. Trisha was sure that half of them would fail by February. Conveniently forgetting that she herself had not kept even the three resolutions she set last year, Trisha set out to write an even more ambitious list.
1: Instead of getting mad, I'll count to ten.
Trisha checked back over the line of text and nodded to herself. Very mature, she decided. If her parents noticed, it might even go towards convincing them that she was old enough to babysit, to start earning money of her own.
2: Don't be a fussy eater.
3: Never stay out late without calling mom.
4: Stop sharing any gossip.
5: Jog one mile every day.
6: Mind my manners and behave like a good girl.
A very respectable list, and #2 was ambiguous enough to allow her some wiggle room if she needed to cheat. Trisha had almost not typed that one at all. Trisha had always HATED vegetables and several types of fruit. But now that she was almost nearly close to being an adult, maybe it was time to leave her childhood behind.
January 1
“New Year!!!”
Trisha snorted indelicately and jerked awake, half-sitting up in her bed before realizing what was going on and flopping back down. The sources of the high pitched cry were Chase and Charlie, Trisha's 12-year-old twin brothers. They were only two years younger than the teenager, but they acted like toddlers: they were loud, selfish, and easily distracted by shiny things. To make matters worse, they had curly sandy blond hair that framed their cute faces, which got them out of trouble more often than not. Maybe because their looks gave them an even younger appearance, the twins were not allowed to stay up until midnight, even on New Year's Eve. They got revenge, every year, by waking the whole family up early on New Year's Day. They were too old to jump on Trisha's bed this year but they had been sure to stand right next to it when they acted as her alarm clock.
“God! Get out of my-” Trisha began heatedly. Then, mid-sentence, her mind became… squishy. Trying to form words, let alone thoughts, was like trying to make a sculpture out of water. Everything drained away even as she tried to set her mind in order. Trisha's eyes lost focus as words flew unbidden to her lips. In a musical voice, a completely opposite tone from the one she had begun the sentence with, Trisha finished, “Get out of those pants, you sexy boys.”
As soon as Trisha had begun raising her voice, the twins' eyes glazed over as well. Now they wore the same vacant smiles as their older sister. The twins were in mixed-and-matched Christmas pajamas: Chase wore a long sleeved red t-shirt dotted with green Christmas while Charlie wore the matching cotton pants; Chase wore green drawstring pants decorated with candy canes whose paired shirt was on Charlie. Moving in unison, the boys bent at the waist to slide their pants and boxers down to their ankles. Puberty was making half-hearted overtures towards the twins, giving them a bit of muscular definition despite their still childish voices and the remains of baby fat rounding their cheeks.
“Get the curl out of those candy canes,” Trisha chided her little brothers, rolling back her blanket and swiveling on her bed so that she was sitting up, facing them. The boys reached between their legs and began happily rubbing their fingers along their three-inch members. For inspiration, Trisha pulled off the white t-shirt she slept in, letting her brothers see her half-lemon breasts standing out perkily from her lean chest. The candy canes quickly straightened into five inches of twitching meat.
Trisha slid from her bed, wearing only her socks and the blue cotton pants that served as her pajama bottoms in the winter. She knelt gracefully at her brothers' feet, her eyes level with their erections. She dipped her head forward, ignoring the annoyance of her unbound brown hair sweeping over her face, and took Chase's dick delicately between her lips. She pressed upwards with her tongue, applying pressure as her little brother slid into her mouth, until his scrotum met her chin. For one minute, she sucked him off with the skill of a seasoned whore, using techniques she had never practiced or even learned. Chase's cock was hot in her mouth and Trisha somehow knew her brother was about to cum already. She opened her mouth and pulled her head away, looking up. Despite his empty eyes, frustration was clear on the boy's face.
Chase started to thrust his young cock back towards her mouth but Trisha had already turned and begun enveloping Charlie's dick between her pursed lips. Charlie was more active than his twin, grinding against Trisha's face as she sucked him off. He also approached climax faster, maybe as a result of seeing his brother given head by their sister first. Trisha pulled her head away again, before Charlie could cum. His precum was already mixing with her saliva and Trisha knew she had missed the eruption by seconds. As it was, Charlie's whole body was tensing with the effort of holding back his ejaculation and Trisha half-expected it to end up in her hair.
Trisha had Chase's cock back in her mouth when she felt a pair of hands on her head, twining with her hair. Charlie turned her head roughly back to his crotch and forced his twitching dick back into her mouth. Trisha could not look up but she heard grunting as the boys jostled each other, almost pulling Charlie's member from her lips. Then things went quiet for a moment before Charlie's hands, still on his sister's head, turned her slightly. A second cock wormed its way between her lips. Trisha went cross-eyed looking at both of the twins' shafts angled inward, into her mouth. They slid against each other even as they pistoned in and out of her mouth. Trisha lathered each one with her tongue as best she could but her mouth mostly became a receptacle for her brothers' thrusting.
Chase came first, his erection pulsing hotly as it spewed string after string of semen towards Trisha's throat. Charlie followed a few seconds later, perhaps pushed over the edge by the feeling of his twin's cum filling their sister's mouth. Charlie still had a firm grip on Trisha's hair and pulled her forcefully against him as he came, aiming as far back in her throat as he could. Chase's dick pulled free from his sister's lips and painted her left cheek with the spunk still dribbling from its tip. After Charlie let go of Trisha's head, the boys stooped to pull their pants and underwear back up, heedless of the streaks of cum still on their deflating cocks. Their eyes regained focus and they appeared normal once more, although they made no comment about their topless sister kneeling in front of them.
The twins, dressed in their mismatched pajamas, headed to the door of Trisha's room to wake the rest of the family. As they left, they called back in unison, “Happy New Year, Trisha.”
Trisha stood up but made no move to put her shirt back on or even swallow the cum that she had kept carefully in her mouth. Instead, she picked up her cell phone from her nightstand and took a selfie. Then she sat at her computer, pinching her nipples distractedly while she waited for it to boot up. When she logged in, she swallowed the luke-warm semen in her mouth in two gulps. A few clicks of her mouse brought her to Facebook, where she changed her profile picture. Then she found her status post from the day before.
1: Instead of getting mad, I'll give head.
2: Don't be a fussy eater.
3: Never stay out late without calling mom.
4: Stop sharing any gossip.
5: Jog one mile every day.
6: Mind my manners and behave like a good girl.
The status had 12 likes, from her close circle of friends who had all been posting their own lists of resolutions. No one had commented on it. Trisha clicked the link to add a comment and typed, “Just gave my little bros their first blow jobs #coolbigsis.” When she finished, the fog lifted from Trisha's mind and she became more animated. Her eyes scanned her latest post but she did not register anything unusual. As she clicked the button to close the browser, the last thing she saw was her new profile picture: herself, topless, on her knees with her mouth open, and with a puddle of her little brothers' spunk intermingling over her tongue.
January 2
Trisha groaned, uncoiling like a snake underneath her blanket as she stretched. Another day closer to school resuming. Maybe today she could stay in bed all day. Surely there was no way her parents could object; it was still winter break after all. It probably would not work out, though, unless she could con a sibling into bringing her food. Already her stomach was beginning to grumble, demanding breakfast. Trisha was itching her stomach through her pajama top when a fog rolled back into her mind, and her thoughts evaporated into it.
Her eyes distant, Trisha pushed the covers off of herself and stood up from her bed. She left her bedroom and immediately turned to open the door next to hers. Inside slept Rachel, Trisha's older sister by one year. The sisters were close, although Rachel had grown more distant lately as her friends began to get their drivers licenses and take her places without letting Trisha tag along. Without worrying about waking her older sister, Trisha pulled off her blankets. Rachel slept in a green nightgown that ended at her thighs, even in winter, which is why she had two layers of blankets.
Trisha pushed the hem of Rachel's nightie up past her hips, revealing a lacy black thong. Until she was 15 like Rachel, Trisha was not allowed to wear thongs, and even once she was old enough, she doubted that she would sleep in one. Right now, Trisha stared down at the tiny underwear vacantly, without a thought to its discomfort. The younger sister climbed onto the bed carefully, pushing Rachel's legs apart so that she could crouch between them.
“Trisha? What're...” Awakened by the movement on her mattress, Rachel had inclined her head upwards, looking at her blank-faced little sister. Even as Rachel blinked away sleep, her eyes began to cloud over. She laid her head back against her pillow, “Oh, it's breakfast time. You could've woken me up like a normal person.”
Without responding, Trisha pulled down the thong and looked at her breakfast. Rachel's pussy was immaculately shaved, looking almost prepubescent except for its developed petals. Possibly a treat for her boyfriend, whose birthday was in a few days. Normally Rachel only kept her pubic hair finely trimmed rather than going to the effort of completely removing it. Trisha swept her hair behind her shoulders as she bent forward and started eating out Rachel.
Rachel made a show of trying to sleep before raising her head again to watch her little sister's oral stimulation. Trisha's tongue glided along the smooth skin of Rachel's folds, wetting them with saliva. With her right hand, Trisha held her sister's clit between two fingers, holding it out from its hiding place and rubbing it repeatedly with her thumb. Then Trisha held her lips against Rachel's pussy and pressed her tongue inside, tasting the beginnings of a sweet reward from the violation. Rachel reached down and held Trisha's head against her with both hands, flinching when Trisha began rubbing her clit faster. As Rachel's arousal grew, Trisha elicited more and more breakfast from between her big sister's legs. Finally, Rachel arched her hips up against Trisha, without warning, and Trisha tasted a burst of flavor.
Rachel affected nonchalance in the aftermath of her orgasm, reaching over for her cell phone as Trisha lapped the remains of her breakfast. The emptiness left the eyes of both sisters while Trisha continued licking and Rachel allowed herself to be cleaned. When Trisha was nearly done, Rachel rapped on her forehead with one finger, and the younger sister looked up.
“Guess you can check one of them off your list,” Rachel said, holding out her phone. On the screen was Trisha's Facebook post from two days ago:
1: Instead of getting mad, I'll give head.
2: Be a good pussy eater.
3: Never stay out late without calling mom.
4: Stop sharing any gossip.
5: Jog one mile every day.
6: Mind my manners and behave like a good girl.
January 3
“Hey, Trisha! Tag, you're it!” Charlie said, smacking Trisha hard on the arm as they passed each other in the hallway next to the kitchen. Trisha rolled her eyes and got down on her knees. Charlie was already fishing his semi-hard erection out of his pants. Ever since New Year's, the twins were trying extra hard to get under Trisha's skin. Likewise, Rachel had developed a keen interest in her little sister's appetite, constantly asking if Trisha wanted a snack.
“If you weren't so hot, I'd be pissed,” Trisha informed her little brother, rolling her tongue over his cock teasingly.
“Less licking, more sucking,” Charlie said, slapping is open palm against the top of Trisha's head.
The teenager's flash of anger was swallowed by an even stronger desire to give her brother head. Abandoning the playfulness, Trisha wrapped her lips around the boy's cock head and bobbed forward, taking its length in one shot. A few minutes later, Charlie shot a small load into her mouth and ran upstairs to find his twin. In Charlie's defense, the small cumshot size was a result of two and a half days of angering his sister in every way possible.
“Oh hi Trisha!” Rachel said cheerfully as Trisha wandered into the playroom where her elder sister was watching TV. Rachel had taken to wearing skirts around the house for the past couple of days despite the cold. Now she hooked one ankle over the edge of the couch as Trisha sat down in an armchair. Rachel had not worn underwear so her bald pussy flashed invitingly at the younger girl.
“I'm not hungry,” Trisha said tiredly, pointedly ignoring the meal and focusing her attention on the TV. She ran her tongue across her teeth, sweeping up the remnants of Charlie's semen.
“You're no fun,” Rachel said petulantly, putting her leg down. Then the older girl brightened and asked, somewhat rhetorically, “Do you have plans for lunch?”
Warily, Trisha shook her head and turned back to look at her sister. Lunch was still two hours away.
“It's just that me and some friends are about to go to the mall,” Rachel said slyly. “You could come along. We're going to eat at the food court.”
While Trisha might eat “at” the food court, she doubted that Rachel would want her eating food at the food court. Still, “Yeah, okay. It'll be nice to get... out... of the house...”
Trisha's eyes were glassy as she finished the sentence, no longer seeing her sister or the TV. The teenager rose from her chair and left the room without another word. She found the family dog, a Golden Retriever named Blackie – the twins' stupid idea – laying out on the carpet by the door. Blackie looked up as Trisha walked up, his tail thumping against the carpet. He stood up and shook himself, probably expecting a walk. When Trisha did not react to his preening, the canine gave an uncomfortable whine. Trisha bent over him and unfastened his collar. Then she circled it around her own slender neck and clasped it shut.
Trisha shook herself, much like Blackie had done, and the fog cleared from her mind. She patted Blackie on the head – the poor thing looked upset for some reason – and went upstairs to her room. She logged onto Facebook and clicked on her list of resolutions to leave a new comment.
1: Instead of getting mad, I'll give head.
2: Be a good pussy eater.
3: Never go outside without a collar on.
4: Stop sharing any gossip.
5: Jog one mile every day.
6: Mind my manners and behave like a good girl.
Trisha grinned as she saw that her comment about her brothers had already gotten 47 likes. Below that, she added her thoughts for today: “When you only have Blackie's ratty collar and need a new one #shoppingtrip #spendthatxmasmoney.” For good measure, Trisha took a selfie of herself with Blackie's collar clearly visible around her neck and posted it under her new comment. She was still scrolling through her friends' recent posts when Rachel called that her friends were out front.
As the youngest of the group of six girls, and only a little sister, Trisha did not have much say in where they shopped. Rachel and her friends took Trisha in a big circuit of the mall, passing over some stores and selecting others seemingly at random. Trisha's one victory was in convincing the hoard to go into a pet store. All of the teenagers had agreed that it would not do for Trisha to keep wearing Blackie's collar. Trisha walked out of the store with a thin, pink collar around her neck and two other new collars, along with Blackie's, in a bag. The metal tag on the pink collar had been blank when she purchased it, but as Trisha left the store, it was etched with “Horny Bitch.”
The shopping trip ended with lunch at the food court. Two of the older teenagers chose Chinese food and the other three bought sandwiches. Trisha, by Rachel's design, had nothing because she had been sent to save a table for the group. When all the girls were seated, Rachel said, “Trisha, your lunch is under the table.”
Trisha eyed Rachel flatly. Rachel was not as filling as real food. On the other hand, Trisha did not have money to spare after buying her collars, and she had eaten a lot of cereal this morning so she was not overly hungry. The younger girl slithered under the table. All the girls, even Rachel since they were not at home, were wearing jeans. But as Trisha knelt under the table, the five seated girls unbuttoned their pants and shimmied out of them until the garments were around their ankles. Trisha looked from one pair of underwear to the next, deciding to save Rachel for last in case one of the other girls did not taste as sweet. Nearly an hour later, when the teenagers were done talking, Trisha crawled out from under the table with a sore jaw and a chin shimmering with juices. No one in the food court paid attention as the jailbait girls stood and pulled up their pants. The group left together and drove Rachel and Trisha home.
January 4
“Spring cleaning!” an authoritative voice called. All four siblings were in the playroom, and three of them groaned when they heard their mother's announcement from the hallway. The fourth, Trisha, gurgled. The twins were each trying to stuff their cocks deeper than the other into her mouth, so a gurgle was the most sound that Trisha could make. Their mother appeared at the playroom entrance a moment later, holding a basket in each hand.
“Spring” cleaning was always done in January. It was the divine equilibrium according to their parents: the siblings received an influx of gifts for Christmas, so it was time to get rid of the old things that they did not need. As their mother stepped into the playroom, the twins bolted, their pants starting to fall down and their erections still wagging in front of them as they darted on either side of their mother. Rachel did not move from the couch, she was too mature to run away, but she did not look any happier.
“Mom, I was just about to make Trisha a snack,” Rachel said sulkily, smoothing out her skirt.
“If you keep feeding her that much, you're going to need lip balm between your legs,” the woman chided, looking down at both of her daughters. “Now scoot. I expect both of you to fill this basket before your brothers fill theirs.”
There was little worry on that count; the twins had already gone into deep hiding and probably would not be found until dinner. The sisters left the playroom with Trisha dragging the bucket behind her. Their mother left to begin her hunt for the boys. Each set of siblings was expected to fill their basket to the brim with things that could be donated or thrown away. It was hardly fair; the boys had large toys that they could throw out while the girls mostly owned smaller things. Trisha set the basket in her bedroom and Rachel went to her own room to find her contributions.
As Trisha contemplated the formidably large container, her jaw went slack. She gaped at the basket, and knew that it needed to be filled. And there was no doubt in her foggy mind as to what should fill it. Trisha went to her closet and gathered all of her shirts and dresses, pulling them off of their rack along with their hangers. The teenager walked back and dumped them unceremoniously into the basket. Then she went to her dresser, gathering a large ball of pants, skirts, shorts, socks, and panties into her arms. The small hill of clothes crested over the top of the basket but Trisha was not done. She stripped off the blouse, skirt, leggings, underwear, and socks that she was wearing and added them to the top of the pile. Only when the 14-year-old was naked did she rouse from her stupor.
“Dude, you're hot!” a surprised voice said. Trisha looked down and saw two faces peaking out from under her bed. The twins were slipping; that was the same hiding place they had chosen last year for spring cleaning. Unless it was ingenious because their mother would not check the same place again. The boys crawled out from the bed, ogling their big sister greedily. Chase nodded his head at Trisha's desk and added, “Guess you were serious.”
Trisha looked in the direction of her brother's nod and saw her computer on. She must have forgotten to lock it while checking Facebook this morning. The twins had been scrolling through her wall posts and found her list of New Year's resolutions:
1: Instead of getting mad, I'll give head.
2: Be a good pussy eater.
3: Never go outside without a collar on.
4: Stop wearing any clothing.
5: Jog one mile every day.
6: Mind my manners and behave like a good girl.
For the briefest of moments, Trisha felt mad that her little brothers had been snooping through her online activities. There was a reason she did not accept their friend requests. But Trisha's anger vanished and she turned back to the boys with a charming smile. The teenager got on her knees and said, “You know, I think we got interrupted before.”
When Rachel came in, the twins were humping Trisha's mouth with youthful enthusiasm. The eldest sibling rolled her eyes and said, “We're supposed to be- Oh, you're done. Nice.”
Rachel eyed the pile of Trisha's unwanted clothes, more than meeting the quota for the girls' basket. The older girl, who had only brought an old pair of jeans and a stuffed animal, decided that she would rather keep both items. She left Trisha's room with a half-wave over her shoulder as Trisha gagged on the dicks in her mouth.
January 5
There was a long-standing deal in place: the siblings were responsible for Blackie's evening walks before dinner while their mother walked him every morning. Somehow, even rotating the duty between themselves, the siblings still thought it was unfair to them. Today it was Trisha's turn to walk Blackie and she was very cranky. It was not over her lack of clothes; she was perfectly happy walking around the house naked as the day she was born. No, it was because Rachel had been Trisha's breakfast and lunch. The poor girl was starving and she knew that her father would have steaks ready shortly after the walk.
Trisha tugged insistently on Blackie's leash, pulling the unoffending dog from practically everything he sought to smell. Like Blackie, Trisha was only wearing a collar. Unlike Blackie, the teenager did not have fur. Despite that, Trisha felt warm on the walk, as if she were still in her house. She had even checked the soles of her feet during the walk but they showed no signs of frostbite after walking for two blocks on somewhat icy cement. Even more odd, Trisha's breath did not fog as she exhaled. The girl did not know what to make of it all, but she knew that it was proper for her to be out in only her collar, so she did not overly concern herself with it.
Blackie finished marking some inconsequential bush and trotted off happily. As the dog moved ahead, Trisha's eyes stayed on him, looking down at his dangling... Blackie made a coughing sound as his collar choked him. The Golden Retriever looked back and saw Trisha standing in place, holding his leash in her hand. She smiled at him vacantly and sat down on the sidewalk, showing no sign of feeling the cold against her delicate skin.
“Here Blackie, come here,” Trisha cooed, tugging on the leash. She sat with her butt pressed against the cement and her legs spread in a wide V. Blackie paced back and forth before surrendering to the tugging. This was not a normal part of the walks and the dog wanted to return home.
“Good boy, such a sexy doggy,” Trisha murmured, looking at her pet with glassy eyes. She pulled him closer, so that his muzzle brushed against her chest. He sniffed curiously and lapped his wide tongue over her left breast. Trisha shivered, not from cold, and laid down with her back against the coarse sidewalk. Staring up at the animal, Trisha smiled and said, “It's time to make puppies, Blackie.”
The Golden Retriever sniffed again, and this time he inhaled the overpowering fragrance of a dog ready for mating. Blackie lowered his head and cocked it to one side. He saw his owner, naked, but could only perceive her as a bitch in heat. Between his legs, the dog's canine cock grew out. With no ceremony, Blackie climbed on top of Trisha, pressing his front paws on the girl's shoulders for balance. Trisha did not feel the pain of his claws but she gasped when his phallic head pushed between her legs. The petite girl shuddered under Blackie as he humped against her with animal abandon. The dog finally knotted with her and came, sending a thick current of cum into her womb.
Human and animal were panting as they came off the high of sex. Trisha's eyes cleared and she sat up, scratching Blackie's ears. Neither could move much with the dog's cock still embedded in Trisha by its engorged knot. It was several minutes before Blackie could, painfully, tug the not quite shrunk cock from Trisha's red pussy. Its release was accompanied by a wet pop and a dribble of doggy semen leaking from Trisha's hole. They finished their walk, this time with Blackie tugging forward while Trisha's unsteady legs forced her to slow the pair down.
At dinner, cum continued to ooze slowly out of Trisha's pussy onto her seat. She finished her steak quickly, sucked Chase off under the table after he spilled some water on her, and excused herself to her room. Trisha took a picture of the doggy spunk leaking out of her before it could dry up. There was not much point in following through on your resolutions unless everyone knew you followed through. Trisha scrolled to her list.
1: Instead of getting mad, I'll give head.
2: Be a good pussy eater.
3: Never go outside without a collar on.
4: Stop wearing any clothing.
5. Fuck one dog every day.
6: Mind my manners and behave like a good girl.
Her list and comments were steadily gathering likes. Trisha added the closeup of her soiled pussy with the caption, “I think I'm Blackie's favorite now #girlsbestfriend.”
January 6
When Trisha awoke, she was naked and curled into a ball on Blackie's doggy bed in a corner of the playroom. Blackie, displaced from his sleeping quarters, was laying out next to the thin mattress on the carpeted floor. Trisha rolled on the bed and rose to her hands and knees. She knew that she had gone to sleep in her own bed but it felt right to use Blackie's bed. Trisha stretched and shook herself, unsurprised when her collar rattled, even though she had not been wearing it at home.
Trisha started climbing over Blackie, staying on her hands and knees rather than standing up. The dog roused himself as Trisha stretched over him. When Trisha was on his other side, Blackie was on his feet and sniffing her rump. Trisha padded forward and was halfway to the door when Blackie mounted her, his forepaws sliding on either side of her ribs as he reared up behind her. Trisha made a whining noise as the dog ground against her, seeking entrance with the tip of his cock. The teenager whined again as the dog quickly tied with her, spending his seed deep in her body. They remained conjoined for several minutes even as Blackie lost interest and began trying to pull away.
After freeing herself from Blackie's cock, Trisha crawled out of the playroom, leaving drips of cum on the carpet as she passed. She nosed open the door to Rachel's room, and with a spring of her hind legs, landed heavily on the older girl's bed. Rachel awoke with a start and not a few swear words. She looked around blearily and saw Trisha nosing between her legs, pawing at her nightgown with curled hands.
“No! Bad Trisha. Off the bed!” Rachel said, raising her voice and pushing her sister's face away. Trisha scurried off the bed with a low whine and started crawling back and forth on the carpet next to Rachel. Watching her, Rachel took pity and said, “Aww, did you want a treat before breakfast? Okay. Sit, Trisha. Sit.”
Trisha stopped pacing and squatted in place, looking up at Rachel attentively. Cum oozed downward from Trisha's pussy in a thick string, slowly puddling on the floor under her. The older girl waited a few seconds to make sure Trisha held the position, and then slid off the bed, pulling her thong down to her ankles and lifting up her nightgown. Trisha dove forward with a happy yip and began lapping at Rachel's shaved slit.
“No more,” Rachel said, pushing Trisha's face back and pulling her thong back up to her hips. “Let's go get you breakfast.”
Rachel led the way to the kitchen with Trisha crawling rapidly to keep up. When they reached Blackie's food bowl, Rachel took a scoop of kibble from the bag standing next to it. Trisha sniffed at the unidentifiable bits of dog food after Rachel poured them into the bowl and then lowered her head and started munching on the meal. Blackie padded downstairs a few minutes later, after Trisha had finished her breakfast, and Rachel added a second scoop for him. Blackie nipped at Trisha when she tried to steal some of his food.
“You guys really need separate bowls,” Rachel mused, watching the pair of them before wandering back upstairs to get some more sleep.
Later that day, the twins had cajoled Trisha into their bedroom and closed the door so that she could not get out. Chase had lifted Trisha up onto his bed and made her lay down on her belly. His cock was buried in her bubble butt and he was humping against her in much the same animalistic way that Blackie had earlier. Charlie was sitting at the twins' desk, not watching the display.
“Gotta get you a girlfriend,” Charlie said conversationally without looking away from the computer. “Sticking your dick in a dog's butt is probably, like, a sign of insanity or something.”
“Yeah, well, she doesn't care, do ya girl?” Chase said, scratching the back of his sister's head. Trisha arfed contentedly and that was all that needed to be said. Chase continued, “You need a girlfriend more than me anyway. Who makes a Facebook page for their dog?”
“She's got almost 300 friends,” Charlie said indignantly, finally turning to his brother so that the other twin could see Trisha's Facebook page on the monitor. “It's, like, a crime not to share your dog with the world. If she's cute.”
“Yeah, well,” Chase mumbled, grunting as he pistoned in and out of Trisha's ass. “There's sharing pictures, but then there's making her a whole page and giving her a whole personality. It's stupid.”
“It's cute,” Charlie insisted, scrolling through “Trisha's” recent posts. “Look! I even gave her her own New Year's resolutions.”
1: Instead of getting mad, I'll give head.
2: Be a good pussy eater.
3: Never go outside without a collar on.
4: Stop wearing any clothing.
5. Fuck one dog every day.
6: Mind my owners and behave like a good dog.
“The First Sex Days of the New Year” not “The First Six Days of the New Year.” Get it? Get it? I'm so clever.
