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Annette had a secret. Something she kept from her parents, her friends, and her sisters. Something she had trouble admitting even to herself.

Annette wanted to fuck her brother.

It was difficult to admit because for the longest time she hadn't even liked_her brother. She'd be lying if she said he'd _never crossed her mind during her torturous heat-stricken weeks, especially during her earlier seasons, but Annette had always struggled with her heat more than her sisters. Scamp being one of the few male dogs--her age--that she knew meant it was just unavoidable, or so she convinced herself.

But the two of them had gotten along like water and oil: Scamp was a rowdy, ungraceful, selfish, and generally unruly brother, an opposite to her in practically every sense, and so Annette was more than happy to shut down those occasional unhelpful imaginings as they sprung up.

Everything began to change, however, after his adventure as a stray. Though she hated to admit it, upon return, he had grown into a strapping young canine. Scamp had come back with more self-assurance and compassion; he seemed more mature, more experienced, and acted like the girls' older brother, even though they were all the same age. They still got on each other's nerves occasionally, but in many ways, he was a different dog.

As far as Annette was concerned, the crux for this transformation was, in major part, his mate Angel. She was a nice enough dog, if a little overexcited by the mundanities of house life, but Annette never held anything against her.

It was all the more confusing, then, when Annette began to feel her stomach doing somersaults whenever Angel and Scamp were particularly romantic. She couldn't explain it. She'd always thought she was genuinely happy for the couple, and she always wanted to be. But the siblings' relationship had changed, quickly snowballing out of Annette's control.

She had watched as Collette and Maria began deferring to Scamp more frequently, suddenly more eager for his approval and attention. Even Annette herself had felt the allure of Scamp's new personality. She savoured the benefits of having a strong, confident male by their side, but even more so, she was no better than her sisters; her heart fluttered every time he acted with authority, his smile enough at times to make her feel light on her paws.

These small changes were all inconsequential at first, but once her heat came around, it wasn't so ignorable. Suddenly, her occasional stray fantasies had a place to take root.

And so the cycle began.

And with each season that came and went, her affection for Scamp only grew and grew. Her conflicting feelings towards Angel got stronger as she found her brother increasingly becoming the focus of her attention. She caught herself staring at him, daydreaming about him. She'd tried putting more distance between herself and her brother, but not only had that not really helped, by this point she'd actively come to like Scamp, even platonically, and so she always cracked under the pressure of missing her friend.

So it was at this exact moment in time, just as all of Annette's emotions and confusion had been slowly building, simmering below the surface for so long, that she woke up with a familiar and dreaded itch burning between her legs.

It was the ladies' season once again, and Annette's conflicting desires focused to a singular point.

She really wanted to fuck her brother.

***

"Good morning, Annette. How are you today?" Angel asked perkily.

"uugghhmm."

Greeting the other dogs for breakfast, Annette had no idea how they all acted so normally during their heats, especially when a mixture of tiredness and need made _her_so surly and unsociable. She was always most resentful of Angel while in heat, and her latest internal difficulties were only making the situation that much more volatile.

"Good morning, everyone. I hope you slept well." Scamp drew the room's attention as he entered last.

"Morning Scamp!"

"Good morning."

Casual conversation broke out amongst the siblings, and Annette found her eyes continually drawn to her brother over the course of the meal. In her hormonally charged state, she saw her brother in a different light, visions of him dominating her thoughts. Subconsciously, her eyes drifted lower, between his legs, and she felt her head tilting to get a glimpse at where his sheath hung just in front of his full, swinging n--

"Annette?"

"Hmm?!? What?"

Annette practically shot straight up, realizing she'd been entirely zoned out, on the cusp of blatantly ogling her own brother.

"Sorry! Guess I still haven't fully woken up yet." she said quickly.

Scamp smiled disarmingly, showing no sign of anything amiss. "Yeah, you've never really been much of a morning person, have ya?"

"Not, particularly, no." she replied, and an unexpected yawn reinforced her story, and covering her oncoming blush.

It was basically the truth anyways, she told herself. It was probably just a mixture of her heat, and a lack of sleep fueling these frustrating urges, and they would pass soon enough. She spent the rest of the day reinforcing this idea and shutting out any other more treacherous thoughts. It took concerted effort, as well as keeping some distance from Scamp, but by the end of the day she was almost feeling normal again. Well, normal-ish.

That was, until she tried to sleep.

"OOooohh FUCK yes! Your tongue!"

Because Scamp and Angel had developed a nightly routine for her heat. And while they had moved to a more private room ever since Angel had moved in, it was just down the hall from where Annette and her sisters still slept. So, while it was already hard enough to sleep with an incessant burning between her legs, Annette was also sporadically awoken by sounds from the other room.

It was nothing new for her. Tramp and Lady had obviously warned the young couple against a sudden litter of puppies running around, but other than that they were clearly allowed to handle the season however they saw fit. And they saw fit to be none too private about it.

"Oh FuUUUuck, DO IT! Paint me! MARK ME~"

Annette gazed up at the dark ceiling, her ears homed in on the "muffled" moaning that felt like a knife cutting through the otherwise silent house. It was still the early days of their heat, so for Angel to already be so loud was a bad sign for the weeks to come. But Annette vowed to be strong, she had been through this before, and she could get through it again. Pushing down the confusing turmoil of emotions rising in her chest, she burrowed herself under her blankets in an attempt to block out the sound and find sleep.

Hey strategy lasted another day before she felt her resolve beginning to fray.

"Ah! Ah! hAAh Yes Yes YESYESYESSSSSSSS"

As it turns out, it's very hard to sleep when you're hyper fixated on the sounds of your brother making love in the next room over. Enough so that by night four exhaustion had whittled down most of Annette's good judgment. She wasn't sure she could ever look at her brother the same way again, not that she had the energy to care at that moment. Right then, she just needed to cum.

The combined moans of Scamp and Angel carried on as per usual, but this time rather than try to ignore it, Annette tried to make the best of the strange situation. Reaching down to her burning folds, she teased along the edges of her slit, working slowly against her sensitive vulva.

"Mmm fuck. Oh, Scamp." She whimpered softly.

In her sleep-deprived state, she imagined herself in Angel's place; she pictured Scamp overtop of her, the feeling of his soft, muscular body pressed against her own, she saw him delve between her legs, meeting her eyes as he took in her most sensitive places. She spread her lips apart, feeling the cool night air brush against her delicate flesh, and she shivered, feeling as though he were truly there, drinking in the sight of her spread love tunnel.

He brought his face down to her awaiting mound, and she increased her leisurely pace, dipping her paw-toes into her pussy. The sounds of lust still filled the air, driving her forward, and she explored the damp recesses of her sex, filling in for dream-Scamp's tongue. Her closed eyes and the sounds coming through the wall reinforced her image of him; his piercing eyes setting her body on fire. She picked up the pace, plunging deeper and deeper into her own hot depths, imagining the way he would pierce her canine cunt, enacting such control and mastery over her body.

Annette felt herself approaching the edge, and struggled with the insatiable need for more, her movements and thoughts becoming hazier and more frantic.

"Come on yes, just like that, fuck fuck fuck--"

Cursing the limitations of her own reach, she humped aimlessly into the air, panting, and whimpering audibly as her whole body desperately sought release. He was on top of her now. Inside her. And at last, her whole body began to quiver. With one final push she felt herself tense in glorious release. Her back arched, and her pussy clamped tightly around her paw, coating herself in her own juices as she came hard.

"Scamp!"

Her other paw rose to her mouth, half-heartedly trying to stifle her unexpected outbursts, but she couldn't find the strength to care much. All her worries and stresses faded away as she fixated on the apex of her thighs, writhing under the weight of her climax. Her hips still pumping lazily, milking the sensation for a long as she could. As the feeling began to fade, she reached up to taste her own fluids off her paw, the mildly sweet, potent taste only enhancing her exhausted delirium.

Finally, as her body relaxed, and a dreamlike afterglow took over, visions of Scamp returned to her mind, the line between fantasy and reality blurred until she was almost convinced, she could feel him there. Even as she fell asleep, she dreamt of herself entwined with Scamp, the two siblings entangled in perfect sexual bliss.

***

Annette _really_wanted to fuck her brother.

After that night, her devious thoughts had caught like wildfire; her perspective of Scamp now irreversibly warped. She caught herself staring at him more than ever, but at this point she struggled to even talk to him without being overcome with nervousness and embarrassment. She continued trying to avoid him as much as possible, but that didn't stop her imagination from running wild at a moment's notice.

So she masturbated.

Now, Annette was not a stranger to self-pleasure. It was a semi-common occurrence whenever her heat rolled around. But in a house with three (now four) siblings, it was always difficult to find enough privacy to feel comfortable. Most times it was easier just to grin and bear it, rather than find the time and space.

Comfort was out the fucking window by this point.

At least once a day, if Annette could find a moment to herself, she would take it. It didn't matter if her parents were right around the corner or if her sisters were playing just out of earshot, if she could get away, she'd be hunched over on her back, one paw buried in her needy cunt. At least this way she could try to keep her thoughts somewhat focused for the rest of the day.

She knew how it was risky, fucking herself silly all over the house. But a small part of her enjoyed the risk of it; frigging off on full display, legs spread like some alley bitch with no self control, entirely at the whim of whoever might find her. The possibility of getting caught quickly became part of the fun, and for a few days it seemed like this new game she was playing might tide her over.

But the nighttime was still its own beast. And before long she hit another wall.

"YEShhh! riAHght TH-- NNNNGHH!! haaa~"

Annette glared into the darkness, engrossed in the sounds of her brother's lovemaking for the nth night in a row. She'd been rubbing herself raw for days now, and by this point it only seemed to be making matters worse. It was getting less and less satisfying with each passing day, causing her to sneak off more and more frequently each time. No matter how many times she came, she only seemed to get more riled up, and at this point it felt like if she didn't try _something_new, she might just go insane.

Giving up on the delusion of trying to sleep, she crept out of her bedroom. She was careful not to wake her sisters on the way out but seeing as though they had already slept through everything else so far, she didn't see much need to try very hard.

Without a plan, Annette found herself sneaking down the hall to the next room over, drawn in by the moans that continually plagued her nights. Quietly, she leaned to peak in on the action she'd been stuck listening to for so long.

Just a brief glimpse. She thought to herself.

Now, this wasn't technically the first time she'd spied on the two lovers. During their first or second heat, all three sisters had been bothered by the sudden, nightly sounds. Quietly peering in, they'd watched as the young couple explored each other. It had been slow and awkward, yet the sheer intimacy between the two had made the spying feel incredibly intrusive, and the sisters had retreated, vowing ignorance from that day on.

Annette wasn't exactly sure what she was expecting to see, but she might've imagined something similar to what she remembered. The scene before her now was nothing like that at all.

Peering in, Annette had a perfect view of Angel as she bobbed eagerly on Scamp's cock, his red member glistening in the dim light each time her head raised up. The Pomeranian had a blissfully vacant expression on her face, completely lost in her own world, as if she were entirely transfixed by the dick in front of her. She sucked Scamp's cock with a delirious fervor, spit dribbling down into the fur of his sheath and balls as she moaned along his length. Despite her enthusiasm, she had so far only managed to take it up to the knot, and Annette marveled at how much bigger Scamp was than she expected.

Judging from Scamp's position underneath her, as well as the moans escaping from Angel's stuffed mouth, Annette could guess that her brother was giving his girlfriend a similar experience just out of sight.

Annette sat down awkwardly, allowing for access to her burning spade as she watched the two lovers. A voyeuristic thrill ran through her as she gazed on, the experience utterly unique to anything she'd felt before. She rubbed along her puffy entrance, enraptured by the sight of Angel gagging on Scamp's cock. Quickly pushing into her own depths, Annette's cunt was tighter than ever, and the wrongness she felt over the whole situation only added to the twisted pleasure she was feeling.

"Nggh s-slow down Angel, I'm about to c-cum." Scamp said suddenly, trying to pull away from his lover.

In response, Angel only wrapped one of her paws lightly around his nutsack, keeping him firmly in place as she continued to lap along the length of his engorged shaft

"What's the matter, tenderfoot?" she said, some focus returning to her features. "Your mate's about to drink down all of your delicious cum? Coat her face and fur in your seed? Mark herself as yours? Aww, poor baby." She returned to sucking his dick, though at a more leisurely pace.

Annette gushed at Angel's dirty talk, but Scamp shook his head, determined. "Oh--mpff-- come on. This isn't going to solve your heat and you know it. I know this is getting less and less helpful for you. It's brutal being surrounded such a strong scent every day, and I hate to see you suffering through this."

His voice lowered, and Annette strained to hear his next words. "We've talked about this. We're ready. Let me help you."

Annette stopped what she was doing as a sharp pang struck her chest at the sincerity of her brother's words. Even through his lust, there was so much care and tenderness in his voice, she felt a sharp flash of jealousy, before being overcome by shame. She considered leaving but couldn't bring herself to pull away from the conversation.

Angel seemed to genuinely consider for a moment, before untangling herself from Scamp, standing to face him. "I know my love, but I'm still not sure if I'm ready this season. My answer is still maybe."

Annette let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

There was a pause between the couple before Angel cleared her throat, brushing off the awkwardness. "Besides, why would I need that when you're so good with that wonderous tongue of yours."

"Oh really? Well then..."

Scamp lay back down, and Angel turned to clamber on top of him, lowering her ass right towards his awaiting face. It was the same position as before, but from this new angle Annette got a full view of her brother going to work on his mate's snatch.

Her tender entrance shone and twitched with need, yet somehow looked soft and inviting, and Annette suddenly wondered what Angel's cunt would taste like. Shaking away that thought, she focused as Scamp moved in close, running his tongue in slow, methodical movements around her swollen diamond, before moving deeper into her drooling slit.

He was deliberate, working his tongue along the edges of her vulva, only to press his face right against her ass, forcing himself as deep as he could manage. Angel shuddered in pleasure, and Annette could only imagine how good his cold nose might feel on her most sensitive areas.

At the same time, Angel returned to his enormous cock, moaning into it as she slid her mouth back down over it's length. She worked in rhythm with Scamp, their respective pleasure seeming to only fuel the attention they gave one another. Occasionally though, Angel would lock up, abruptly pressing down into Scamp, pulling off his dick to let out the kind of string of expletives that Annette had become all too used to hearing.

Her cries only seemed to make Scamp more eager.

Annette leaned against the wall, working both forepaws against her aching pussy.

"Needy girl--ngh-- that desperate for cum?" Scamp clenched out eventually.

In reply, Angel moaned deeply into his length, fully dedicated to taking his knot into her maw. Growling in pleasure, Scamp doubled down his own efforts on her quivering snatch. Annette, for her own part, stroked herself frantically, digging deeper, trying to imitate her brother's ministrations. Her pussy clenched around her dripping paw-toes, and she moved faster and faster, furiously encircling her clit as the three of them approached climax.

"Ohhhh fuck!"

Angel gave one final push down onto Scamp's twitching member, as the two of them locked up in unison, riding their mutual orgasms. Angel still hadn't quite gotten all the way down, and some of Scamp's cum leaked out, dribbling down into his fur. Just as she pulled up, letting the last spurts cover her face, Annette followed the two over the edge. Losing control of herself, let out an audible whine before she could help it.

Scamp and Angel flinched at the unexpected sound, utterly frozen in their compromising position. It was a comedic sight to behold, but Annette's blood ran cold. Angel began to maneuver herself off of her lover, but Annette was already moving, the warm glow of her climax abruptly forgotten at the horrifying possibility of being caught.

Aiming to get out of sight, she dove back towards the safety of her own room, all but abandoning any attempt at discretion. Darting around the corner, she stopped just inside her own door, listening to the sound of her blood in her ears, as she waited for the footsteps of her would-be pursuers. Time screeched to a halt as the second ticked by, but then seconds became minutes, and nothing. It felt as though she waited for an eternity, but no sound seemed to follow her into the hall. Eventually, as her heart rate slowed, and still nothing happened, Annette began to believe she'd somehow gotten away unseen.

When the adrenaline had finally exited her system, she returned to her own bed; the roller coaster of emotions filling her with a bone-deep weariness. Her heat was subdued under the sheer anxiety of nearly getting caught masturbating to her own brother, and she found an immediate and dreamless sleep for the first time since her season began.

The following morning was the first time Annette was actually glad she had set a precedent for avoiding Scamp, because her heart raced for an entirely new reason whenever he was around. Did he know? had they heard her run away? These questions loomed over Annette throughout the day, but the bomb never dropped. Scamp and Angel were acting as normal, so much so that by the end of the day Annette was feeling generally confident that despite her close call, she had nothing to worry about.

But apparently things weren't entirely as normal as Annette had assumed, because for the first night in basically a week, as she gazed up at the dark ceiling, silence filled the house. The quiet might've been just fine, if it weren't for the visions of Scamp's face buried between Angel's legs that she saw every time she closed her eyes.

In the quiet, her imagination ran wild. The scene played back over and over relentlessly, and her burning lust mingled with overwhelming feelings of jealousy and worry. Frustrated and desperate, Annette barely slept at all, fitfully tossing and turning through the night. Eventually the sun rose, and she was forced to resign herself to the day.

Joining her siblings, her nerves were frayed, and her self-control was at an all-time low. She told herself that she just needed to get through this day and then she would be in the clear again. She stuck close to Collette and Maria more than ever, doing her best to stay distracted and focused. Anything to keep from thinking of Scamp or Angel or any of her own tumultuous emotions.

Unfortunately, it seemed her siblings and fate had all conspired against her. Not only did they all beg to go out to the park that morning, but shortly after they arrived, Collette, Maria, and Angel all darted off out of sight. As If waiting for this moment, Scamp stepped towards her, and Annette immediately felt like she'd been set up.

"Hey, umm. Do you think we could go somewhere to talk?" he asked.

All of Annette's worst fears rose to the surface in an instant. There was no easy way to reject him, so she only nodded, but already her heart raced furiously as she wondered what he could possibly want to talk about. As they walked off deeper into the park, she could only think of one thing.

She was totally busted.

Hurrying along to catch up, Annette wracked her brain to think of what she might say. Why else would Scamp need to talk to her? She was mortified by the idea of having to explain herself, but her weary brain struggled to come up with anything remotely believable.

Lost in her own thoughts, it was only after they'd walked a fair way before she realized they were surrounded by trees. She'd never seen this deeper part of the park before. Shortly after this realization, Scamp veered from trodden path, disappearing into a tall group of shrubs just to their right.

Suddenly alone, Annette briefly considered fleeing. But before she could act, Scamp's head reappeared through the shrub, startling her.

"Oops! Sorry, about that." He said, "Come on, it's just through here."

Resigning herself, Annette scrambled through the bushes to the area beyond. The sight that awaited her there took her breath away.

The afternoon sun shone down on a sizeable enclave. The tall bushes and shrubs surrounded the area, save for a small overgrown pathway on the far side. A few small trees grew sparingly around or hung over the glade, speckling bits of shade over the grass. Wildflowers and clover bloomed amidst the field, and leaves danced as a light breeze rustled their surroundings. While it seemed like a neglected and forgotten piece of the park, it was all the more beautiful for it.

"No one ever really comes by here, so we should be free to talk." Scamp started once she'd taken in the marvelous sights around her. "So, umm. Well...Is something the matter, Annette?"

"Hm, what?" the question took her by surprise, and she needed a second to recover. "No, nothing in particular. I'm fine."

She tried to sound disinterested, keeping her answer short. If by some chance he didn't want to talk about the other night, then she hoped to end the conversation as soon as possible. For more than one reason.

"Oh. Okay, well that's...good, then." Scamp responded, clearly not convinced. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't...you know, mad at me, or anything."

"Not at all. I don't know why you'd think that."

"Annette. Why won't you look at me?"

Annette froze, realizing she'd been gazing at the nearby shrubs, or grass, anywhere but at him. With grim determination she turned to look towards him.

She focused on keeping her eyes fixated on his face. His beautiful, dark chestnut eyes. Hotter, wilder emotions mixed in with her previous nervousness, and she felt her fragile strength begin to fall apart. She knew she couldn't allow her gaze to slip below his face, for even a moment, or her thoughts might entirely unravel. All the same, she stood there losing herself in his eyes until she remembered he'd asked a question.

"I...I was just enjoying the view." She covered. She needed to be cold, needed to keep her distance. "I didn't know you--"

It was the hint of sadness she noticed in his eyes that stopped her in her tracks, smashing right through her defenses.

"I...Know you've been avoiding me for the past while," he started again, before Annette could recover. "Originally, I was just going to leave you be, but it seems to only be getting worse, and I'm not really sure what I should do."

Now it was Scamp's turn to look away, and he glanced down pitifully. "So I just wanted to say, I can't ask you not to hate me, but I'm really sorry for how I acted when we were younger."

Wait. What???

Annette had been utterly wrong about what Scamp had wanted, and the realization of what was happening had her scrambling. Scamp felt guilty. He was blaming himself for the distance she'd put between them, as if he'd done anything wrong at all. Something she'd never considered about the way she'd been acting was what it might look like to Scamp.

He thought she hated him.

The idea felt like a knife to the chest.

"No Scamp, you don't have--"

"No, yes I do. I was really immature and selfish back then. Running away like that, you probably thought I was just trying to get mom and dad's attention all to myself...maybe you still do. But for what it's worth, that was never my intention. I was just being stupid. I can't go back and fix the way I acted, but I can say I'm truly sorry for the way I acted towards you as well as Collette and Maria. I really love you guys."

Annette's heart felt like it might shatter. She wanted to say a thousand things at once, explain that he had it all wrong, but she had no idea where to begin. How to begin.

Scamp continued in her silence, obviously trying to brush off her lack of response. "And...maybe that's not why you're avoiding me at all, and I'm just really overthinking it but, I just wanted to apologise to you anyways." He turned to go, failing to hide his dismay. "I'll leave you to--"

"No! Wait!"

Her sudden outburst startled the both of them. Annette closed the distance between herself and her brother. She had to say something.

"I don't hate you Scamp, and I'm sorry as well. I was really awful to you when we were young as well, and everything that's happening now...it's all my own fault. When you came back you were so much more considerate and patient and kind, and I just didn't know what to do with it all. I think I was awkward because of all the bad experiences between us, and I felt guilty of my old opinion of you." She rambled on, her emotions bubbling up unhindered, thoughts and feelings all coming together now for the first time.

"Everything was suddenly different, and then I realized I had been terrible as well and I was confused and mad at myself, but it was never at you. You've been so wonderful since you got back, I've loved spending time with you, and getting to know you, and I think the truth is that...I love you--"

Annette panicked as she grasped just what it was that she was admitting. Originally, she'd only meant to return his sentiment, to put him at ease. But meeting his gaze, she understood that what she felt was something entirely different. Something deeper, and dangerous. A secret she'd tried to supress for so long that could no longer be ignored.

Annette was _in_love with her brother. Hopelessly so.

Noticing just how close together they had gotten, she glanced down and felt an impulsive, primal urge to close that final distance and kiss him. Her heat flared with newfound passion, and Scamp's eyes seemed to widen, causing her to yank back control of her emotions and take a few steps back.

"--too...erm, I love you, too." She clarified hurriedly, trying desperately to get back under control. "I, uhh, I really appreciate the apology Scamp, but I promise there's nothing bad between us. I just...need to sort some things out, I guess."

The expression she'd seen on his face was gone so fast she might've imagined it. Now his face shone with relief and compassion as if nothing strange at all had happened. "Alright. I can definitely give you all the space and time you need. Just let me know if you ever need to talk about it, okay?"

What she needed was to get away, she couldn't last much longer. "Of course, thanks Scamp."

"Anytime."

And as Annette watched her brother leave their shaded corner of the park, her cunt throbbed as she felt the weight of her words and feelings fall into place with unfelled certainty.

She wanted to fuck him so goddamn bad.

***

After their talk, Annette felt she couldn't continue to actively avoid Scamp, but whenever he was around, she didn't know what to do with herself. It took everything she had not to fall apart; her pussy virtually drooled at the sight of him, her heart quickened, and whenever they were together, she felt horribly trapped between the overwhelming urges to both flee from his sight and throw herself at him. She knew her bizarre behaviour was blatantly obvious at this point, she only prayed that it was seen as an improvement from the cold shoulder.

Nighttime was infinitely worse. Once Angel and Scamp returned to their usual escapades, Annette just couldn't resist. Looking in on them, the voyeuristic rush was addicting, and before long she found herself peeking on the couple each night, jealously fucking herself alongside them.

Both her heart and her heat were against her, and pretty soon something had to give.

And then.

Their parents announced that they would be taking a weeklong trip to the cottage with Jim Dear and Darling.

***

The younger dogs all watched from out of the way as the humans lugged large bags around hurriedly, keeping their distance to avoid being tripped over. The announcement had been very short notice, and Lady had explained the humans were being "spontaneous."

Angel darted back and forth around the room excitedly, unable to keep still. She moved continually between the siblings and where their parents sat waiting, closer to the front door.

"Oh my, I've always wanted to go on a family trip like this! Is there any way we could go along as well?" she asked.

Scamp was keeping close to his mate, but it didn't appear he held the same amount of enthusiasm.

"Well Angel," the two older dogs looked at each other. "I think it will be just the two of us this time. But--"

"Oh, Pleeease?"

"Alright you two," Jim Dear called, cutting off the debate. He leaned down towards Lady and Tramp with their leashes in hand. "Who's ready for a vacation?"

But Angel, yet to admit defeat, seized this last opportunity. She ran up to Jim Dear, whining softly, and pawed at the leashes. Even facing the other way, Annette knew exactly what big-eyed, pouty face Angel was giving the human.

"No, n--noo, no. Gosh, I'm sorry Angel, but--no no, we can't ju--" Angel continued her onslaught, and the man paused, before letting out an all too familiar sigh. "...Darling?"

Darling came in from the other room, taking in the sight before her with a bemused smile. "Yes, Jim Dear?"

"Do you think we could maybe bring Angel along with us? The gal's never been on any kind of vacation like this before, and I think it could be good for her to spend some time with the older dogs."

She put her hand gently on his shoulder. "I think that would be a perfectly lovely idea Jim Dear. I'll grab another leash."

Angel was ecstatic. "Yes! Scamp! Scamp! We get to go on vacation as well!!"

She licked his face furiously, and he assumed a posture of passive acceptance, going along with the change of plans. That was, at least, until Darling returned with the one leash and Jim Dear spoke again.

"Oh nuts, that's right." He said looking at the two dogs. "You two are quite the pair aren't ya. Well I'm sorry Angel, but four really is too many. At that point we might as well bring the whole pack."

She tried to appeal to him, but this time to no avail. "No ma'am, this is where I'm putting my foot down."

He crouched down, inviting Angel over with the leash in hand. "So, what's it going to be, girl? The vacation, or Scamp?"

Understanding the sudden twist of events, Angel stood torn between the two options.

Scamp moved closer to give her an affectionate lick. "You should go, it'll be fun."

"But what about you?"

He chuckled lightly. "I'll be right here when you get back. I'm fine to stay here with the girls." He glanced over to where Annette and the others stood watching, before nodding to where Jim Dear waited. "Go on. I've been out to the cottage before anyways, I'm sure we'll all go out there some other time."

Though still clearly conflicted, Angel moved over to where the humans were waiting, and in no time at all she was clipped up and ready along side the two parents.

"Alright then you four," Jim Dear addressed the remaining siblings. "You be good now. Aunt Sarah will be arriving shortly, so I expect you'll all be on your best behaviour." He must have noticed the dogs all tense up because he quickly added. "And don't worry, she promised to leave her cats at home this time."

"Have a good trip everyone!" The siblings all called out, following the party to the door, before running up to watch them from the window. They watched as their parents and Angel took off in the car, down the street, and out of sight, but Annette was only half looking. She glanced sideways at her brother, and a mischievous smile slid slowly over her face, as a sudden, immorally brilliant idea locked itself in her mind.

Both their parents, and Scamp's mate were away for at least the next week, and there would be minimal supervision while Aunt Sarah was around.

There was no way she could let this opportunity pass.

Annette _would_fuck her brother.

***

Over the next few days, Annette put a plan into motion. She realized that as much as Scamp had been helping Angel with her heat, they'd simultaneously been relieving his tension as well. Now, with Angel out of town, she was hoping that the scent of three bitches in heat would be driving him crazy. And if that were that case, then with any luck all she needed to do was push him over the edge.

Annette cut loose.

For the first time since this hellish season began, Annette leaned into her desires. She was as openly affectionate with her brother as she thought she could get away with, while being as covertly sexual as she possible whenever she could.

She swayed her hips wherever she walked, "obliviously" showing off her ass and inviting spade, practically begging to be taken. Her voice took on a sultrier tone when they spoke, holding his gaze just longer than was normal or necessary. Surrounded by the scent of heat, Annette was determined that she be on his mind as much possible.

For his part, Scamp's response was surprisingly positive to her change in attitude. Despite her intense behaviour, he seemed genuinely happy to spend time with her again, and his reciprocation only strengthen her feelings for him. The only thing that worried her, was that he might be entirely ignoring her more lascivious advances.

"Annette?" he asked once, a day or two after her change in attitude. "...Is something up?"

The question might've worried her, but for the first time Annette caught the conflicting emotion in Scamp's voice. As if he were confused about her shift but was hesitant to call it a bad thing.

She flashed him a knowing smile, and brushed past his face, swiping her tail lazily across his face, giving him a nose-full of her need.

"I haven't the faintest idea what you mean." She said without looking back.

She could feel his eyes follow her out of the room.

After that encounter, she caught his gaze following her when he thought she wasn't looking. More than once he became flustered or distracted when she flashed her exposed sex for him. At first, he held an air of suspicion or resistance, but as the days passed his lack of sexual release was becoming more and more apparent. He was less focused and seemed wound up tighter. He just claimed he was tired. She shivered in excitement every time she felt his eyes bore into her.

When she noticed a hunger in his stare, Annette decided it was time to push her luck.

"Hey Scamp, you ever wonder which one of us is stronger?"

Playing outside in the backyard, she prompted her brother. "The last time we wrestled, I recall we we're evenly matched."

"That was when we were pups, Annette. It was a long time ago." He replied dismissively.

"All the more reason, then." She crouched in challenge. "Unless you're scared that is."

Scamp was clearly short tempered and in desperate need to blow off some steam, which was exactly what she was hoping for. He scowled at her. "Annette, you can't be serious. I'm not going to wrestle you."

"Come onnnn, it'll be fun!"

He didn't respond, so she shifted tactics.

"What then? You won't fight a girl?"

Annette narrowed her gaze, going straight for the kill. "What's that pet name that Angel calls you? Tenderfoot? Is that true? I thought your time as a stray taught you something about being tough, but I guess not. Maybe you're just a coward."

He glowered at her now. "Annette. Stop."

"Make me." She said and snapped mischievously at him.

Scamp charged.

The two of them toppled over into the grass, nipping and kicking at each other. Annette got out from under him, only to be chased a short distance and tackled again. There was some hostility in Scamp's movement at first, but as they circled each other around the yard, a begrudging smile split across his features. This time Annette leapt towards Scamp, sending the two of them rolling playfully in the grass.

Scamp easily held the advantage due to his size and strength, and in no time at all he had her pinned underneath him. Lying there in the grass, the warmth of his body pressing against her, their faces mere inches apart, a new kind of tension rose up between them. Something passionate and intense bubbled just below the surface.

"Hm," she murmured to him, not breaking eye contact. "I guess you do belong on top of me."

He cocked his head, but she only blinked at him, doe eyed. "So what will you do with me now that you've got me?"

Scamp started at the sudden twist in their situation, and unconsciously eased some of his weight off of her. Seizing the chance, Annette pushed up with all of her force, taking him by surprise. Before he could react, she followed him over, sending the two of them tumbling once more, only this time Annette was in control. As they slowed, she gave one final shove, ensuring that she would end up on top, but right as they landed, she also quickly swung herself around, leaving Scamp pinned down, and the two of them facing opposite directions.

She held there, on top of her brother, her head planted firmly between his legs. She soaked in the sight of his sheath and hefty balls. His groin fur looked so soft and inviting, and the light scent of him filled her head, taking over her thoughts. She knew that Scamp was also getting a face full of her heat-drenched mound, and so she also swayed her hips lightly, threatening to press right down on top of him.

The moment seemed to stretch on forever. Annette wanted nothing more than to go down on his awaiting member, especially as she noticed its pink tip begin to emerge towards her. She wanted to sit on his face, to finally feel that godly tongue against her burning pussy, the tongue that sent Angel howling each night. She want to taste him, to please him, to know him in ways that no siblings ever should, and she wanted it so bad she was practically trembling. He was so close so close--

"Uh- Ah-Annette?" Scamp's voice cracked softly, dripping with restraint.

But they'd already been lying there too long, their sisters bound to notice at any moment. So begrudgingly, Annette clambered off her brother, but not before briefly pressing her face down between his legs, filling her nose with the smell of him. Playing the moment off as they rejoined their sisters, she met Scamp's gaze one last time, flashing him the best bedroom eyes she could muster.

"I told you it'd be fun~"

He said nothing, but when he narrowed his eyes and smirked in return, Annette knew she was ready to go for broke.

***

It was another two days before Aunt Sarah decided to take them to the park. For Annette, it may as well have been a month. There was a new kind of tension hanging in the air, almost imperceptible, save to Annette and Scamp. It circled around them, a dark storm cloud just waiting to unleash its downpour.

Finally, when Aunt Sarah called them to head out, Annette could barely contain herself. Her heart felt like it might beat out of her chest, and it took everything she had to act calm around the others as they went through the motions. On their way there, she was completely lost in her own world. She had long planned out the best place to make her move on him. Funnily enough, it happened to be the exact place where Scamp had first pulled her aside to talk, the place where she'd finally started to accept her feelings for him.

And now the time had come.

"Now run along you four," Aunt Sarah instructed as they were let off leash. "Behave yourselves, and I'll call you when we need to head out." And just as always, she set herself visiting among the other humans in the park, paying no mind to any of the dogs whatsoever.

This was yet another ideal situation for Annette, and while Collette and Maria set about romping and racing around the other dogs, she quickly called to Scamp before he could join the two playing sisters.

"Heyyyy Scamp~. Do you think you could help me with something?" she trotted along in front of him, rubbing up against his chest.

"Um yeah, sure Annette."

"Then follow me, please."

She sauntered off deeper into the park, aiming for the secluded area hidden by trees and bushes. Annette was conscious of every swish of her hips, using all her willpower to keep a slow and steady pace as Scamp followed her. She could feel his eyes boring into her, her mound on full display to him, like an offering drawing him forward.

While he could probably guess where they were headed, he said nothing while they walked.

All the same, when they arrived at the clearing, and the two of them came to a stop, Annette looked back over to where her brother waited behind her, batting her eyelashes seductively.

"So. What did you need help with?" Scamp asked eventually.

"Hmmm?" She leaned into a crouch, raising her pussy up directly towards him. She stretched out her front legs, at let the moment sit. When she turned to look at him, and she glimpsed the eyes of a predator. Alight with barely contained desire.

"Oh sorry," she paced slowly towards him. "I actually just wanted to thank you for the other day. You're always so kind and considerate to all of us~."

She stopped in front of him, leaning into whisper in his ear. "I needed to think of some way to thank my big, strong brother."

Scamp took a small step back, but he didn't recoil. "You didn't have to do that, Annette."

"No, I promise I did."

He met her stare, as if challenging how far she planned to go. "Well, then. What did you have in mind?"

Some of her nervous energy dissipated, and she carried on with reinforced determination.

"how've you been holding up, this season?" she asked abruptly, turning to go lay down a few feet away. She placed herself just so that her soaked cunt was still on full display even as she spoke to him.

"Heat's been a bitch this year," she continued, almost absently, "but I never really thought about how hard it must be for you as well. I mean, you're constantly surrounded by four needy bitches practically begging to be...well. I can hardly imagine what you go through."

He peered at her now and the two of them were silent for a while. Though he was obviously trying to keep his eyes on her face, she could see that they kept glancing back down to the prize between her legs.

"It's...ha-hem, it's not a problem." He replied finally.

Annette let the silence return, feigning enjoyment at the scenery around her. She savoured the way Scamp sat there, quietly taking all of her in.

"But now that Angel's on vacation, things must be brutal for you." She prodded again.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you've got no one around to...release your tension with." She rose up slowly. Methodically. "No one to cry out your name in pleasure, deep into the night."

His face filled with embarrassment, but she stalked towards him, continuing on before he could speak. "Loud, wild passion. Every. Single. Night."

She stopped, their faces mere inches apart at this point, and Annette gazed into her brother's eyes, her full intentions laid bare.

"Wanna know how I can thank you?" she whispered.

"...Annette."

His voice trembled, and along with the fire raging in his eyes, it was enough that she closed the final distance between them, pressing her lips against his.

She held her eyes firmly shut, and the whole world fell away. It was all or nothing now, the full culmination of her plan, and all her repressed desires, all centered around this one moment that seemed to stretch into eternity. Together with him.

Her heart did a somersault when he opened his mouth and kissed her back.

She let out a gasp of sheer joy, feeling so happy she might cry. Their tongues entwined as they lost each other in mutual passion. She moved to lean into him, but before she could Scamp pulled back, his voice thick and husky. "Annette, wait. We shouldn't...Angel--"

"Angel doesn't need to know." She said, kissing him again, delving into his mouth he could try to ruin this moment. He let out a conflicted moan, then conceded once more.

The two of them fell over into the grass, and they savoured each other there for a while. Occasionally he would groan into her maw, sending shivers down her spine, and causing her to kiss back harder. Eventually, she pulled off of him, and the two of them lay there, panting for air. Looking into his eyes, she saw that predatory lust that made her sex clench, and she smiled victoriously.

"You must be so pent up, isn't it time someone thought of your needs?"

She slid carefully away of him, bringing herself down at last between his legs. She happily noted his semi-erect cock poking up towards her face. Giggling quietly, she gently fondled his balls, enjoying the softness of his fur.

"These boys must be packed full." She said quietly, and with a sort of reverence, brought her mouth down onto him.

She sucked delicately at his balls, burying her snout in his sheath, and savouring the overwhelming musk of him as it filled her head. She swirled her tongue in circles, moving upwards, and was quickly rewarded as his glistening shaft quickly grew towards its full size. Focusing on his bright red cock, she felt it fill her maw as she worked, its heady tang already coating her tongue. She licked diligently along his tip and shaft, quickly losing herself in his addicting taste.

"Holy...Annette...where did you... wha--when"

She pulled herself off his dick, happily surprised to see that it still wasn't yet at full size, his knot still partially hidden. "Shhh, just savour it."

Going back down, Annette tried to remember everything she'd seen Angel do. Her "studying" had gotten her this far, but she was practically dizzy from the onslaught on her senses. Fortunately, whatever she forgot she made up for in eagerness.

Feeding into her own lust, Annette lapped along the edges of his sheath, drooling onto his fur, before mindlessly bobbing along the length of his cock. She savoured the salty taste of the precum that was already leaking from his tip, overflowing, and smearing into her fur. It pulled her deeper into her heat-driven stupor, and her cunt was so wet she could barely concentrate. He stood at full attention now, and Annette rose back for air just as Scamp spoke again.

"Turn around and c'mere." He growled out.

The harsh, commanding nature of Scamp's words had her buckling at the knees and jumping to obey. Scrambling around, she stood over Scamp's face, and noticed the familiarity of the position they found themselves in.

Then Scamp dove into her burning vulva like a starving animal, and Annette was very glad that no one was around to hear her howl.

She ground her hips down onto his snout, yowling like a senseless animal. He knew all the right buttons to push and wasted no time doing it. Lapping at her enflamed depths, his sudden attack on her clit, along with the sharp coolness of his nose digging into her spade, had her squeezing on his tongue and coating his face in climatic bliss almost instantly. He pulled back and Annette turned to look as he licked her juices off of his face.

"Damn, and you say I'm pent up." He said teasingly, before returning to her sopping pussy, drinking it in like a parched beast.

As much as Annette wanted to lie back and savour Scamp's talents, she remembered her own prize awaiting in front of her.

She practically dove back onto his dick, eager to match his level of intensity. She started slowly at first, but before long she was frantically gagging on his cock; precum flowing into her throat as she drank it hungrily, trying not to choke as she forced him deeper still.

At the same time, Scamp wasn't letting up at all, and his tongue seemed to be coating every crevice of her pussy. More than once, Annette had to stop to moan into his knot or freeze as her legs locked up and Scamp ate yet another orgasm out of her.

Their wild, thoughtless sounds filled the enclave. Scamp grunted with effort as he began bucking up into her face, while Annette gulped down as much of his throbbing dick as her throat could take. There was no way she could take his entire cock, but it wasn't for a lack of trying. Her throat tightened around him as she tried to take in every he had to offer, and it wasn't long before she felt him twitching in her mouth and Scamp spoke again.

"Oh shit Annette, I'm...about to--"

Using all of her self-control, Annette quickly rose off her brother's cock, coughing at the sudden withdrawal. As much as she wanted the satisfaction of getting him off with her mouth, she wanted, needed something more than his tongue inside her. She must have looked an absolute mess, drenched in precum and spit, but in her lust fuelled haze she couldn't have cared less.

"Well," she said, wobbling off of him, thoroughly cock-drunk. "I'd say you're more than ready, then."

She trotted a few steps away before turning back to him with the sultriest gaze she could muster.

She spread her hind legs and crouched forward, offering herself completely to him.

"Come fuck your sister."

Turning back around to face forward, Annette listened, as Scamp rose up and slowly trotted over. She let out a small yip of surprise as he reached up to wrap his forelegs around her hips, and he chuckled softly.

Her sensitive mound clenched in anticipation as she felt him lining his thick meat up with her soaked entrance. Each time his tip brushed along her puffy folds, she felt like she might go crazy; little fireworks going off in her brain as he rubbed against her.

"Please," she begged. "Fucking take me already!"

But he just held there, grinding against her ass. She tried to push up onto him, but he held her firmly underneath him. the teasing was like nothing she'd ever experienced.

"Why should I?" He said finally, "Why should you get what you want? Bad sisters don't get rewarded."

Annette was entirely unprepared for this change in roles. But in this position there was nothing she could do. Nothing but try to please him. "I'm a good sister, I promise!"

"Oh, really? Do good sisters masturbated to their brother's sex life every night?"

His tip pushed inside of her, and she could barely understand what he was saying. "I'm... Wha..??"

"You think we didn't know it was you? With your scent all over the hall, and you pussy juice right outside the door??

"I'm sorryyyyy!! I couldn't help ittt!"

"You couldn't help it? You need your own brother's cock that bad?!?"

"YES!"

He pulled out again. the feeling was maddening. "Say it."

"I NEED MY BROTHER'S COCK SO BAD I'LL GO CRAZY I LOVE MY BROTHER I LOVE YOUR COCK I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME PLEASE!!!!"

"Good bitch."

THRUST.

With a low growl, Scamp hilted himself inside her. And Annette's vision turned white.

The aching, incessant itch vanished instantly, replaced by an abrupt, indescribable fullness, as Scamp pierced her virgin cunt. As delightful as his tongue had been, his cock was infinitely more so. But just as quickly, Scamp withdrew, and Annette had barely registered the unimaginable emptiness before he _thrust_right back in.

He slowed down after that, but after cumming multiple times already, Annette needed little warming up.

"Hahhhh, uuuuhng! I--Is thaAat all yah gaaht?" she slurred out, still clinging to some kind of self-control.

"Hah."

SLAM!

Scamp's pace doubled as he suddenly bore down on her with unrestrained ferocity, and Annette cried out like a mindless beast. His knot smashed against her opening so hard that she came instantly, and her mind all but ceased making coherent thoughts.

She spread her legs as wide as she could, humping frantically up against him, trying to match his savage pace. Her tongue lolled as her mouth hung open, and she made little gasping sounds each time he collided into her.

The sounds all combined into a symphony of impassioned, incestuous fucking.

Annette was starting to have trouble distinguishing where one climax ended and another began. Her pussy clenched endlessly around his wonderful cock, pulling like a vice grip, doing everything it could to keep him locked deep inside her. The added tightness slowed Scamp for a moment, forcing him to redouble his efforts, grinding the base of his dick up against her clit. Annette's vision went blurry.

Scamp snarled through the exertion. "Fuck, your cunt is tight!"

Using his added size, Scamp pushed Annette over onto her forelegs, pinning her front half down into the grass, and pressing harder down on top of her.

From this new position, he railed her with more wild speed than Annette had thought possible, and her back legs trembled from holding his weight. His balls smacked against her in a steady, hypnotic rhythm, a soft but dizzying reminder of everything her brother had to offer.

They were both panting heavily now, and Annette could feel her brother's spit dripping down into her fur, further marking her with his scent. Marking her as his bitch. Inside and out.

As if reading her thoughts, he leaned his head down, whispering into her ears over the madness.

"You're mine."

She came so hard she soaked Scamp's hindlegs in their shared juices.

In response, he growled as his knot slammed harder and harder against her vulva, fighting against her already stretched opening, pushing her wider and wider with each thrust. She thought she might go crazy from the mixture of pleasure and pain, and it took everything she had just to keep her ass up for him.

"AaHhhngg! I'm yours!! I'myoursI'myoursI'myoursImyourshimyurshIMYRSSSSHH!!!" Annette howled aimlessly, her eyes rolling up into her head.

"nrrgh Take it, bitch!" Scamp finally cried, his voice entwining with hers, giving a final violent shove.

POP!

Annette felt something click in her brain as came so hard her vision went black. Her legs all but gave out, her body entirely suspended by Scamp's forearms and cock. She came back to an instant later, and she could feel Scamp's tip pushing against her cervix.

Then the sensation of him knot-fucking her became her universe.

Annette floated there as her brother fucked her senseless, like an object to be used; something entirely powerless, whose only purpose was to cum and cum and cum.

But just when she thought it couldn't get any better, Scamp hunched over, setting her feet back on the ground, and carefully locked his teeth around her neck. The light, sharp pain cut through the pleasure and returned a touch of her sense.

"Cum in me!" she cried "Cum deep inside me!! coat my insides with your cum and BREED MEEEEEEEE!!"

His cock began to throb inside her, his balls quivering against her battered entrance as his thrusts became more stuttered and frantic.

"Herrr ih cgnns!" (here it comes) he mouthed out around her throat, and with a final _jab_he hilted himself as deeply as he could inside her, firing his sticky semen directly towards her eager, fertile womb.

He pulsed against her cunt lips as jet after jet of warm cum began pumping into her deepest depths. Annette came again for the nth time, but this one was different. A sudden, cooling glow overtook her body as spurt after spurt of her brother's cum slowly filled her.

Scamp continued to hump against her softly, almost as if on autopilot, and Annette whimpered in the grass. She basked in the light stimulation, as well as the feeling of slowly getting fuller with her brother's virile seed.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Scamp's orgasm finally began to sputter out, and he released her neck, sighing as he collapsed on top of her. The two of them just lay there for a while, an exhausted, satisfied pile, breathing softly.

The warm, secure feeling of Scamp above her, the coolness of the grass, and _perfect_fullness that quenched her aching heat at last, it all came together with the feeling of his knot pressed firmly inside her, trapping his seed, and ensuring a successful breeding.

Previously, this thought might have worried her, but now, for some reason, it only filled her with intense bliss. She was Scamp's bitch, after all. This was where she belonged.

All too soon, Scamp rose from their spooning position, turning around to stand away from her. And all too soon, she could feel him shrinking inside her, a slow ease to the now familiar presence.

Sighing, Annette began to recompose herself, gradually rising to her feet as well.

At long last, Scamp's cock finally came loose with a small pop, and Annette let out a gentle yip at the sudden emptiness, along with the feeling of cum leaking out of her well used snatch.

She looked over her shoulder to face him. "I guess I should call you big brother from now on?"

But she was surprised to find a hint of worry and guilt gazing back at her. "You...don't regret this, do you?" he asked carefully.

In response Annette immediately walked over to him and pressed her lips against his once more. She instantly felt the tension release from Scamp's body, and he kissed her back lovingly.

This time, it was Annette who pulled back first. Looking her brother deep in the eyes. "I'm_yours_, Scamp. I love you."

Her words sent him tumbling back on top of her, and the two of them laughed as the fell back into the grass. They had plenty of time still before Aunt Sarah would be looking for them, and feeling Scamp's dick start to press up against her stomach, Annette knew just how they would spend it.