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Charlie hadn't always had the easiest life growing up, aside from the fact his parents thought it was a good idea to name their son Charles when their last name was Manson, it was only the beginning of his troubles. Charlie always felt like a mutant, his mother and much older half-sister were beautiful full-blooded huskies with the stereotypical crystalline blue eyes, fluffy curled tails and rich dark fur. Unfortunately, their beauty also often stirred unwelcomed thoughts and dreams in the hormone riddled mind of the young mutt, making an awkward situation even worse for him. Charlie however looked like a cheap Walmart knockoff, thanks to his mixed parentage which had turned out a rather small and skinny Pomsky. With his naturally wide eyes and high energy levels, as much as he tried not to, Charlie couldn't stop himself from twitching and shaking as if he was trying to kick the habit of chasing dragons.

He especially hated family reunions as even among his own extended family, he felt like an outsider. They all stared at him and barely made an effort to talk to him, not that he would want to anyway, he was a natural introvert and a loner. Usually, his only social interaction came in the form of his half-sister Cathy, whom unfortunately this year was stuck working from home on a big project, so she wouldn't be joining them at their annual family reunion down south. Charlie's heart sank at the news, he was going to be alone with everyone for a little over a week and no one to be his buffer, usually Cathy would be there to help him. Despite having different fathers, she never treated him any differently and was often more like a second mother and closest friend growing up. She really was his best friend for all intents and purposes.

As the day of the reunion drew closer and closer, Charlie was starting to look for some way to get out of going, but he had no valid excuse. At least until Cathy came to his rescue once again, her husband had contracted the dreaded Corona virus and needed to be quarantined for two weeks. With his parents heading out of town to the family reunion for a few days, she was going to stay at their place for a while, at least until it was safe to go back home. Charlie saw his opportunity and grabbed it with both hands, feigning an illness that would render him unable to endure the long car drive with his parents! It would also give him some alone time with Cathy, as well as a chance to try out something he'd been reading a lot about online.

"Sorry Cath, I know you were hoping to catch up on some work with the peace and quiet here, but Charlie isn't doing so well. We can cancel the trip if..." his mother began to say over the phone.

"No, don't do that. I'll look after him while you're gone, you should still go and enjoy yourselves. Even if he doesn't make it, you'll still have your favorite child around" Cathy teased, knowing very well Charlie was listening in on the conversation.

Charlie's mother laughed and agreed, checking on Charlie one last time before having an early night. By the time he awoke the next morning, his folks were already on the road and he was home alone. He knew Cathy would be over soon, so he had to act quickly as he prepared the house for what he had planned for Cathy and himself over the course of the week.

"He little bro, did I almost catch you watching porn or something?" Cathy asked with a playful grin as a breathless Charlie ran downstairs to greet her at the front door.

"Oh ha ha, if you must know, I was just jacking off over everything you own that's still here" the awkward little Pomsky teased. If anyone else had made that comment to him, Charlie would've died of embarrassment, but he knew Cathy was never that mean spirited or harsh on him.

"I thought you were supposed to be sick?" Cathy asked with a raised brow as her little brother eagerly helped her carry her bags from her car and up into his parents' bedroom, where she would be sleeping.

"Yeah, sick of family reunions...but seriously Cath, it wouldn't be the same without you there" Charlie offered sincerely. Shrugging his shoulders as he hefted her heavy bag up the stairs.

"Thanks, little bro, at least someone cares" She smiled, reaching out to ruffle his hair and ears. "Can't believe they turned my room into a study, never seen either of our parents read a magazine let alone a book" Cathy scoffed as she passed her old bedroom.

"Just be glad they didn't turn it into a red room" Charlie grimaced as he hauled the heavy suitcase up over the last step and into the upstairs hallway.

"A red room?" Cathy asked curiously, giving Charlie a weird look, one he'd never seen on her before.

"Oh, you know...from Fifty Shades, a sex dungeon?" He offered, suddenly feeling his cheeks almost burst into flame he was blushing so hard.

"A sex dungeon? Nah, mom would never do that. I mean, she does have a pair of fluffy handcuffs in her dresser drawer, but nothing that extreme.

"What?" Charlie asked, his eyes going wide in disbelief.

"I'm kidding...maybe" Cathy laughed at the stunned expression on her brother's face, perhaps it was just his unusual eyes, but it was very amusing to watch and see.

Charlie had to shake his head to try get images of his mother wearing handcuffs and being so vulnerable out of his head, now was not the time! Cathy watched him with a smile, perhaps a grin; did the corners of her lips curl just then? Surely not, she wasn't that kind of a woman. His mind must be playing tricks on him, of course. Still...

The first night was easy, Charlie and Cathy sat chatting and just catching up on everything going on in their lives. Of course, Cathy always had the cooler life with all her friends, but she never lorded that over her brother. She tried to include him where ever possible and he was thankful for that, if it wasn't for her, he never would've gotten to see his first set of real breasts in real life. Granted they had been hers and she was flashing them at the Arcanine lead singer of a rock concert she'd dragged him to, but that sight alone had been worth the pounding headache the next day. They laughed and reminisced over pizza and wine; well Cathy drank the wine, Charlie just had a can of the good doctor.

"So, no girlfriends yet?" Cathy asked out of the blue as she finished off her third glass of wine and appeared to be a little tipsy already.

"No, I mean, which girl would want to date all...this?" He replied, waving a hand across his entire self.

"Aww, c'mon Charlie. You're cute! If I was your age and not related, I'd date you!" Cathy responded, perhaps a bit over eagerly as she tried to bolster his confidence.

"That's sweet of you to say, but no, you wouldn't. I mean, look at you, you're gorgeous!" he retorted, swirling his can as if it were a glass containing scotch on the rocks.

"Pfft, tell that to my husband" Cathy sighed and stared down into her glass of wine.

"If I was your husband, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you!" Charlie blurted without thinking, going wide eyed instantly after as Cathy raised her beautiful blue eyes to stare hard at him. For a brief moment Charlie thought he'd crossed a line or at the very least, said something to upset her.

"Thanks Charlie, I needed to hear that. A little weird coming from my little brother, but still sweet" She finally smiled at him before yawning wide. "Guess it's time for me to hit the hay, need to be up early tomorrow and start working on my proposal. Leave the dishes in the sink, I'll get to them in the morning. Goodnight little bro" Charlie smiled up at Cathy as she leaned down to kiss his cheek, about to apologize for what he'd said. Inadvertently, he turned at just the wrong time, or perhaps right time, to catch her lips with his own. Cathy didn't immediately pull away, instead she kissed him a second longer that was really appropriate for even siblings. Perhaps it was just the wine?

He sat watching as she headed out the kitchen and toward the stairs, frowning as he thought he saw her fluffy curled tail lift when she caught him watching her in the reflection of the switched off television as she walked past it. Charlie sat at the dining room table for a long time, his mind so confused as it fought with his hormones. He was nearing his twentieth birthday and he'd never even felt a bare breast, let alone done anything else everyone at college was always bragging about. Part of him tried to reason not to go through with his plan, but another part shouted even louder for him to continue. Surely, he couldn't have just been imagining all those little signs she was sending him, could he?

By the time he finally finished cleaning the kitchen and putting the left-over pizza in the fridge, Charlie heard the faint snoring coming from his parents' room. As quietly as he could, he peeked through the crack in the door and froze. Cathy was laying almost in the nude atop his parent's bed with the fan going, she must've felt hot from the wine he thought. The skimpy white cotton panties and bra made his sister look almost nude; the material blended in surprisingly well with the snow-white fur of her belly and chest. It didn't help they looked to be a size too small either, forming to her body like a second skin, he swore if he squinted, he could actually see the outline of her womanhood through the crotch of her underwear. As much as he hated to leave the view behind, Charlie knew the time was now or never.

Retrieving his mobile phone from his bedside stand, he turned on the Bluetooth and it instantly connected to the speaker he'd hidden behind the headboard of his parents' bed. Queueing up a special audio track he'd created from directions online, Charlie left it playing softly through the night. He knew Cathy was an early riser, so he had already set up the time for it to stop playing about half an hour before she usually woke up. Once he was happy he could only faintly hear the sound of his voice coming from behind the headboard, Charlie took one last look at his almost naked half-sister, before returning to his room and rubbing one out to the mental image of her.

"Mornin'" Charlie yawned as he wandered downstairs late the next morning to find Cathy already sitting at the dining room table, busy working on her laptop. "Jeez, you look like hell. Too much wine?" he asked when he saw the rings under Cathy's eyes and her hair a bit of a mess.

"That and clearly I'm not as young as I used to be, that wine gave me some crazy dreams last night" She replied with a yawn back at her brother.

"Very perky tits for a granny" Charlie mumbled without thinking as he made his way to the kitchen.

"Huh?" Cathy blinked and looked up from her laptop at him.

"Oh, nothing. Was just asking if you wanted coffee?" He quickly caught himself, nervously grabbing her empty mug from beside her.

"Oh, yeah. Thanks" Cathy yawned again before she resumed her work.

Charlie brought her a fresh cup of coffee before taking his own to sit in the lounge and turn the television on, though he wasn't quite watching whatever was playing on screen. He couldn't help but stare at Cathy, watching her intently to see if there were any changes. From the tutorial he'd read online about subliminal messaging and hypnotism, it helped if the person trusted you and felt safe. The stronger the bond between subject and infiltrator, as that's what he was doing, infiltrating her mind, the quicker and stronger his control could be. Along with some very specific sound patterns and frequencies to help embed the hypnotic suggestions, Charlie had decided to start slow, just to see if his plan would even work.

As the day wore on, Charlie started to notice a few things about Cathy had changed already. She made no effort to lower her tail whenever she bent over around him now, even when wearing her gown, which gave him a rather generous view of her covered behind and crotch in her form fitting underwear. She also seemed far more affectionate, sitting beside him on the couch while she took a break from work to watch a movie. They would normally sit beside one another, but usually at opposite ends of the sofa. Now she was cuddled up against him with her breasts pressing against his arm, it was nice in a way. She also didn't seem to notice when he was staring down into her cleavage either, normally she'd at least tease him for looking, if not scold him, but now she simply did not react at all. The final nail in the coffin was when she went to shower before dinner, Cathy was usually pedantic about closing the bathroom door for her own privacy. But when Charlie happened to be going past on his way to his bedroom, he caught the blurred image of her through the steamed-up shower glass. She had left the bathroom door wide open! Charlie quickly scampered away to his room, his heart beating as he realized his plan was working, even better than he could've hoped.

As they sat and ate dinner, Charlie couldn't help but stare at Cathy in a new light. She was a really beautiful woman in her own right, bright blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile. The way her naturally curly long dark hair cascaded down around her shoulders, partially obscuring her gaze as she stared at him, it was enough to make his heart skip a beat like he was afflicted with arrhythmia. She even smelled nice, at first Charlie thought it was her perfume, but the more he thought about it, he recalled her always smelling faintly of Jasmin flowers somehow. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander along her curves either, it didn't help she'd changed into a pair of short shorts and a low-cut tee after her shower. Some might have considered her chubby, but to Charlie, she was just the right amount of curvaceous. There was just so much on display, but if his plan worked, he'd soon be seeing even more of her in the morning. As much as he was enjoying spending time with his older sister, Charlie couldn't wait for bedtime to finally roll around. He had a very special sound file queued up for tonight!

The following morning, Charlie was the first one awake. He'd hardly slept at all, imagining all the things he wanted to do and try. His hormones raged and no matter how many times he pleasured himself, the thought of Cathy submitting to his every whim and desire in the morning was too much. He'd taken special care to select a specific word as her trigger, one that wouldn't come up in polite every day conversation either. So even after the week was over, Charlie would still be able to have fun with his sister if everything went according to plan. Lying awake in his bed and staring at the ceiling, he heard Cathy's alarm on her own mobile go off, soon followed by the sound of her yawning as she stretched and sat up in bed. It took every ounce of self-control for him not to sprint from his room and shout the control word so he could put her under and take control of her, but he resisted the urge. He heard the soft footsteps past his door as she headed downstairs to grab some coffee, taking that as his queue. Charlie slipped from his bed and followed Cathy downstairs, walking a few paces behind.

"Oh, you're up early Charles. I'm going to grab some coffee, you want some?" Cathy asked with a yawn as she entered the living room, stretching her arms above her head and lifting the large top she was wearing to expose her blue polka dotted panties.

"Yes please, I'll take mine with some PUMPERNICKEL" he spoke out loud and clear. He wasn't sure what would happen when he used the control word, that part wasn't really covered in the guides. But when Cathy stopped and stood motionless in the middle of the living room, with a blank look on her face, Charlie knew she was under his control. "L...lift your arms up high, k...keep them there" he stammered nervously, not entirely sure if she was just messing with him of if she was under his control for real.

Cathy stared blankly straight ahead, her arms lifting up high again, once more raising her top high enough to reveal the blue polka dots on her underwear. Charlie swallowed hard and made his way slowly over to her, circling around to stand in front of Cathy and look up at her blank, almost glassy eyes. One of his hands reached out, pressing against her soft white belly gently while he watched her expression. Slowly his hand traveled upward, across her tummy and higher on until his fingers brushed the underside of her left breast beneath her top. Still her expression remained unchanged, Cathy stared blankly off into the distance, even when her brothers' fingers curled over the mound of her breast and gave a curious squeeze.

She could still be messing with him, Charlie thought to himself. Goddamn her breast felt nice though, even if she was just messing with him, he'd finally felt a real breast! With his right hand on her left breast, Charlie cautiously moved his other hand forward and between Cathy's thighs. Ever so lightly he cupped her mound in his palm, paying close attention to her face for any signs of her being "awake", but still, she didn't flinch. Even when he curled his fingers between her thighs, brushing his fingertips along the slight crease of her womanhood through the thin material, the older canine made no sound and didn't so much as bat an eye.

Reluctantly he took a step back, adjusting his erection beneath his boxers as he looked her over one last time before mumbling "When I say the word, you'll awake and not remember anything that's happened while you were under...Pumpernickel...". Cathy immediately blinked and shook her head, frowning as she lowered her arms back down beside her.

"Sorry, what was that you wanted with your coffee?" She asked with confusion, continuing on her way as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

"Oh, uh...some cinnamon if it's not too much hassle?" Charlie asked sweetly, turning to follow Cathy into the kitchen while trying to cover his crotch with his hands.

"Alright, you can have some cinnamon. I'd offer you sausages and egg for breakfast too, but it looks like you're all set on the wiener front" Cathy teased, pausing to turn and look pointedly down at her brother's tent.

"Baah! S...sorry!" Charlie yelped and snatched a cushion from the nearest sofa to cover himself.

"Don't be, it's healthy. It's like natures salute to another good morning! Also, bravo" She continued to tease, making Charlie groan and turn scarlet beneath his white fur when she winked at his crotch before turning about and reaching up into the cupboards for the coffee. Charlie couldn't help but stare at her behind as her top rode up again. The way her curled and fluffy tail was swaying was almost hypnotic, before he knew what he was doing, Charlie found himself reaching out and groping at Cathy's behind. "Uh, Charlie...your hand is on my ass..." Cathy paused what she was doing to point out that her little brother was groping her posterior.

"Oh...oh shit! Pumpernickel!" Charlie yelped, staring wide eyed at Cathy as he panicked. Almost immediately her eyes glassed over and her face went expressionless again. God her behind felt so firm and perky in those little panties, he couldn't help but grope and fondle her tush. His cock ached for release, he couldn't wait to rush upstairs and get some relief...but wait, he didn't have to. What if, would she really do it though? "Turn around and...touch me" Charlie mumbled softly, curiously out to Cathy.

Without saying a word, Cathy turned around and raised her hand to slap against Charlie's forehead, making the smaller canine yelp in surprise. He quickly learned from that mistake that he had to be very specific with his directions, frowning at his sister as he rubbed at his aching head.

"No, I mean...touch my dick" He grumbled and glared at Cathy, though he knew it wasn't done out of malice at least. She didn't show even the slightest enjoyment from smacking him in the face, but she did follow his orders very easily at least. Her soft hand reaching down next to grip about the tent in his boxers, he couldn't believe someone else was actually touching him down there! "Inside...put your hand inside and...and stroke me!" he almost begged, yipping in excitement when Cathy slipped her soft fingers inside his boxers to grasp his stiffness directly and begin stroking him. Goddamn that felt amazing, similar to doing it himself, but so much better. Soon Cathy had him bucking into her touch, she was surprisingly good at this. Before he knew what was happening, Charlie barked and came hard, coating her fingers and the inside of his boxers with his cum. Still Cathy didn't stop stroking him, making Charlie suddenly realize there might be something as too much of a good thing. "Argh! S...stop...stop stroking my dick" he whined, tugging her hand from inside his boxers.

Charlie looked down at his boxers, noticing the obvious wet patch he'd just made. In his post nut clarity, Charlie looked into the innocent stare of his sister, suddenly becoming overridden by guilt at what they'd just done; or rather what he'd just done. "Forget this happened, go back to what you were doing before I grabbed you...Pumpernickel!" he shouted as he dashed out of the kitchen and upstairs to get changed. Cathy blinked and shook her head, frowning as she spotted Charlie dashing from the room suddenly without saying a word, raising her hand to scratch at her head in confusion, only to find her fingers were sticky from something and now her hair was sticking up in a mess.

By the time Charlie had changed and come back downstairs, Cathy was already hard at work. She'd left his mug of coffee with a couple cookies for his breakfast beside the chair for him. Somehow that kind act just made him feel even more guilty for what he'd just made her do. As he turned on the television, he kept looking over at Cathy to see if anything was out of the ordinary, but as far as he could tell, she was blissfully unaware she'd just jacked off her younger brother.

Much the same as they had done the day before, Cathy worked studiously on her proposal while Charlie did his best impressions of a couch potato and tried not to disturb her. Despite his raging hormones and knowing what he could make her do with just a single word, Charlie knew Cathy had her own responsibilities as well and did not want to jeopardize her work just to get his rocks off.

But when she took a mid-morning break and wandered over to cuddle on the couch with him again, the temptation grew to almost unbearable levels. Her soft body pressed against him, the view down her top along the cleft of her cleavage, he couldn't help but get erect. "Pumpernickel..." he found himself saying, leaning to one side and once again making sure she was under. "Kiss me...like we're boyfriend and girlfriend...", he remembered to be specific this time.

Cathy turned to look at him, without a moment's hesitation, she leaned in and pressed her soft lips against Charlies. While he had no experience with making out, she thankfully did. Cathy even stroked her fingers through her brother's short hair as her soft lips pressed to his, her tongue teasing against his front teeth as if asking for permission to enter. The Pomsky nervously allowed it to, soon finding out just how great a kisser his sister really was. Her tongue was soft and agile, dancing with his own and quickly making him groan. Though being the horny young man he was, it didn't take long before the actions of her tongue started giving him other ideas. Reluctantly he broke the kiss with a heated pant, pausing briefly as he looked at the almost dreamy look on Cathy's face while his desire and guilt fought for dominance.

"Blow me..." Charlie muttered, his desire winning out in the end as he shuffled about in his seat to wriggle his boxers down about his thighs and expose his crotch to his sister. If she was messing with him, this would definitely be the moment she called him on his shit. But to Charlies surprise and relief, Cathy didn't do any such thing. Instead, she simply reached out to grasp the base of his erection gently as she leaned her face down into his lap, just as his cock felt an unfamiliar slick warmth descend down over him. The young Pomsky groaned loud and brushed his fingers lovingly through Cathy's hair as she began to slowly bob her maw up and down in his lap, noisily sucking his cock. It was even better than he'd thought it would be, not that he had anything beside his own hand to compare it to. Well not anymore, Cathy's hand was pretty good compared to his, but this was infinitely better than even her hand.

Unfortunately for Charlie, his inexperience and eagerness meant he wouldn't last long, especially not with someone as skilled as his sister. He wanted to tell her to stop, or at least slow down before he came. Hell, he didn't really know if he wanted to cum in her mouth even, he just couldn't shake the thought of him painting her tonsils with her unborn nieces and nephews. But every time he tried to speak, his words came out as just a squeak or a groan and he couldn't stop her in time. With his eyes rolling into the back of his head and his fingers gripping her hair tightly, Charlie's balls suddenly emptied themselves inside his sisters eagerly sucking maw. To his surprise, Cathy simply swallowed his load without even slowing down, making him wonder if she did that naturally of her own accord, or if it was simply part of the hypnosis. Either way, feeling her mouth and tongue work against his flesh as she swallowed his cum felt amazing.

"S...stop...that's enough, thanks" Charlie frowned at himself, it felt really weird thanking his sister for his first ever blowjob. Cathy remained leaning over his crotch while looking at him expectantly, but Charlie needed a bit of time to reload. Besides, he was again wrestling with his post nut clarity guilt as he stared at his sisters beautiful and innocent face. Thankfully his cock was starting to deflate and shrink back inside his sheath, allowing him to comfortably tug his boxers back in place. "You won't remember anything we just did, nothing from just before you were put under. Pumpernickel..." Charlie mumbled and sat watching Cathy curiously as she sat up and reached for her coffee to take a sip.

"Eugh, I think the milk is off. This tastes terrible..." She grumbled and sniffed at her mug before getting up off the couch to go toss it down the kitchen sink. Thankfully Cathy didn't notice the mortified look on Charlie's face as she walked away from him.

After the blowjob incident, Charlie wasn't feeling as brave as he had previously. Thankfully she hadn't recognized the taste of cum, which made him wonder if she didn't swallow normally. He'd have to be careful if he did anything else with her, he'd been careless so far. But still, he couldn't stop thinking about how great her mouth had felt on his prick as he lay on his bed in his room, even just the memory was enough to get him rock hard again. His hand reached down to grope at his bulge as he shifted uncomfortably, more than a little tempted to use the word again, but she was still working and he didn't want to interrupt.

His large ears twitched as he heard the sound of running water, sitting up and looking at the clock on his bedside table, he realized it was later than he'd thought. Cathy was in the shower again, just like she did before starting dinner. She said she liked showering before dinner because it was like washing off the stink of work so she could have a clean, fresh start on the evening. Cathy was a great proponent for separating her work and personal life, even with working from home, she kept to strict business hours.

Curiously Charlie slipped from his room and tiptoed down the hallway to the bathroom, sure enough she had left the bathroom door open again. He could see her naked silhouette in the fogged-up glass, she was completely naked in there...of course she was, people don't shower with their clothes on, he chastised himself for the erroneous thought. "Pumpernickel!" Charlie almost shouted, just to make sure he'd be heard over the running water. Dammit! He hadn't thought this one through, what if she didn't hear the word correctly and go under? She'd know he was in the bathroom with her because he'd just shouted a random word at her!

Charlie's heart began to pound heavily in his chest as he waited to see what would happen, but nothing did. Cathy stood motionless in the shower; she hadn't so much as turned around to look when he'd shouted. "Cathy?" Charlie meekly asked as he opened the shower door and was met by a torrent of warm steam, like a supervillain revealing themselves. Only there was no villain before him, instead Cathy stood before him, in her full nude glory. "Turn around" Charlie spoke up to be heard over the shower, sighing in relief when she did and he saw that same blank look on her face. His gaze quickly lowered however, down to her bare soapy tits, then lower still. Down across her slightly chubby belly and further to the narrow "V" between her thighs. He couldn't really see her pussy from this angle, but he could see enough to get him rock hard once again.

In an instant his clothes were discarded into a pile on the bathroom floor as he climbed into the shower with Cathy. His hands touched and explored every inch of her soapy body, hefting and cupping her breasts with curious gentle squeezes. Even down to cup between her thighs where his fingers felt her pussy directly for the first time, she felt hot and slick to his touch. Almost silky and soft as he delved his curious and unskilled fingers inside her. Charlie couldn't believe he was touching his first pussy ever, his fingers delving deeper and feeling the tight almost rubbery stretch as he found Cathy's opening to sink a couple of fingers into her. Idly he wondered what it would feel like making love to her, but no...that was going too far, wasn't it?

"Bend over, lean against the wall" Charlie stammered nervously, watching as Cathy leaned against the shower wall beneath the pouring water. Her hair and fur soaking through, revealing her almost hourglass figure beneath her thick coat. He could see it now, he could see Cathy's pussy as she bent over for him, her naturally curled tail raised and up out the way. Charlie reached out and grabbed handfuls of her behind, groping and spreading her cheeks to further expose her. The sight before him made his cock so hard it felt like it just might explode, there beneath her tail and in the valley of her plush white cheeks was his sisters little pink asshole, just above her surprisingly small and snug looking slit. Her flesh was a bright pink against a pure white canvas, making it impossible to miss the bare flesh of her openings.

With his hand grasping her behind, Charlie shifted forward a step, pressing his turgid cock between her cheeks and started to dry hump Cathy. Well, not dry hump, considering they were under a running shower. But he didn't intend to fuck his sister, he just wanted to feel her against his cock. With his hips working back and forth, the Pomsky ground the underside of his member back and forth against her hot little slit. Goddamn did it feel amazing, he couldn't understand why she seemed to be having marital problems. If he was her husband, he really would be fucking her every day, probably more than once a day even. Charlie groaned as he began to pull back a little further before grinding forward harder, his tapered cocktip gliding between Cathy's slick folds to glance off of her snug opening. He closed his eyes and groaned loudly, it just felt too good as he ground and rubbed himself against his nude sisters behind, then it happened.

With an almost howl, Charlie let loose and hot strands of his seed fired off across Cathy's backside and her lower back. His white seed lingered for only a moment against her dark fur before being washed away by the warm water. The smaller Pomsky leaned forward and over his sisters back, panting heavily as his head spun from the most intense climax of his young life. His arms wrapped about Cathy's waist in a loving embrace while Charlie nuzzled between her shoulders. Before the water started to run cold however, the walking bag of hormones that was Charlie decided to exit the shower and let Cathy finish up what she was doing before he interrupted her. Once again, he made sure she wouldn't remember anything they'd just done before he collected his clothes and scampered back to his room to dry off.

Thinking he'd pushed his luck enough for one day, Charlie thought it best not to use the word again that night and just settled for cuddling innocently with Cathy on the couch before bed. Even when she wasn't under his control, she was still a fun time. She was smart, funny and beautiful, her commentary on the horror movies Charlie selected for them to watch was more entertaining than the movie itself!

"Stop running from the guy in the mask, you fucked that dweeb earlier for no reason, if you fuck the killer he wouldn't be so cranky!" Cathy yelled at the screen, making Charlie almost roll in laughter at her reasoning. Hell, she might be on to something there, that would definitely be a horror movie he'd watch!

Charlies' dreams were very vivid that night, his mind seemed to focus on the shower incident and it was determined to force him to relive it over and over again. Only each time the scene replayed, Charlie felt himself getting closer and closer to actually fucking Cathy. Every time his cocktip glided between her slick pouting pussylips, he felt it catch and threaten to enter her pussy. As much as he knew he should hold back and not enter her, his cock continued to get deeper and deeper until he was up to his knot in his sister. The feeling of her hot, snug silky insides gripping down all around his cock was too much. When he awoke early the next morning, he found his boxers were damp with his cum again, frowning in confusion as he'd never had a wet dream before.

"What am I doing?" Charlie groaned to himself, rubbing his hands across his tired face. Cathy was a good person, she didn't deserve being used like this, she was more than just his sister after all. She was his best friend! He had to end this, before it went too far. Looking at his beside clocks digital readout, the Pomsky realized it wasn't even three in the morning yet, it was far too early to be awake and he certainly didn't want to risk waking Cathy either. Even though he doubted he could fall asleep again, Charlie rolled over and tried to nod off.

Charlie was rudely awoken by loud music suddenly blaring from downstairs, sitting bolt upright in his bed and rubbing at his bleary eyes. It seemed not only had he managed to fall asleep again, he'd even overslept and it was almost eleven in the morning. With a big stretch and yawn, the Pomsky climbed out of bed and headed to the shower. By the time he eventually made it downstairs, it was close to lunch time.

"Look what the cat dragged in! Oh good, you showered. Another day and I was going to have to hose you down myself, you were getting a tad fresh there" Cathy teased as she stood in the kitchen preparing their lunches.

Charlie wasn't fully awake yet and barely managed a grunt in recognition. Stumbling through the kitchen, he grabbed a glass from the cupboard before pouring himself some cold water. As he leaned against the opposite counter from where Cathy was busy, he couldn't help but be mesmerized by the way her hips and behind moved as she danced on the spot. Her little pink shorts hugged the curve of her backside amazingly well, but when she bent forward even a little, Charlie could see the indent of her snug cunt through the thin material.

"Pumpernickel...." He almost groaned out before realizing he'd spoken, almost instantly Cathy stopped dancing and stood motionless before him. As if he were in a dream, Charlie set his glass down before closing the distance between them. First, he reached up to gently push a hand between her shoulders, making the beautiful husky bend forward over the counter a little more. It was as if he was watching someone else's hands as they brushed down along her sides, down to her hips where he caught the waistband of her little shorts and tugged them down.

Just as he had done in the shower, Charlie lowered his own boxers and began to grind himself against Cathy's behind. Soon his cock was fully engorged and throbbing against her, dripping long sticky strands of eager precum between her cheeks and leaving spiderwebs under her tail. Just like in his dream, as he rubbed his tapered tip between her pouting folds, he felt himself nudge against her opening more firmly with every passing motion. The young Pomsky gasped as he felt something tight and hot clench down around the middle of his prick, leaning back to look down, Charlie saw he'd accidentally stuck it inside her. He knew he should pull it out, but she felt so damned good! With his nails scratching at her hips, Charlie fought with his natural instincts to pull out.

There, he'd done it! Charlie cheered, but when he looked down, he found his knot was now pressed right up against Cathy's pussylips and spreading them threateningly. Goddamit! He growled at himself and his inability to do what was right, but holy fuck she felt even better now, the way she was clenching and squeezing down around him was indescribable. His hips began moving of their own accord, the sensations only increasing and becoming more intense as the silken glove of his sister's cunt gripped and stroked his sensitive prick. Charlie felt like he was overheating and started panting, unable to stop his hips from moving, as if an unseen force was making him fuck his sister.

Charlie couldn't believe it; he was actually fucking Cathy and it felt amazing. Far better than he ever could've imagined, even better than he dreamed. With his tongue lolling from the side of his panting maw, the Pomsky lost himself in his pleasure, even barking and yipping as he hammered at Cathy from behind. His hips slapping against her behind with his eagerness, feeling her curled fluffy tail tickling against his belly and chest the entire time while his own wagged so fast it almost blurred behind him. Then an odd sensation caught him by surprise and suddenly he found he couldn't pull his hips back, very slowly he leaned back and looked down at where his hips were pressed flush against his sister's backside. His eyes went wide as he realized he'd accidentally knotted her. "Oh fuck...oh shit...fuck!" Charlie whined, knowing he couldn't just simply pull out and everything would be okay. No, she was lightly grinding back against him while still clenching and squeezing so magically on his cock.

A familiar jingle caught his attention, drawing it away from the dire situation he found himself in. Charlie spotted Cathy's phone on the counter, in big bold letters was the word "BOSS" flashing on the screen. Just fucking perfect, he couldn't wake her up to let her answer or she'd find her little brother had knotted her cunt. He also couldn't just let the call go unanswered; he knew how her boss was as she complained about him constantly. Reluctantly Charlie grabbed Cathy's phone and pressed the call answer button.

"H...hello?" Charlie panted as Cathy clenched down extra tight on his knot while giving a salacious grind back onto his prick.

"Cathy, what's wrong? Are you sick, you sound different?" The annoyed voice on the other end of the line growled.

"N...no...this is her younger brother, Charlie" the Pomsky panted, trying no to whine needfully as his balls churned with the need to spill their contents into the waiting hot cunt he was tied to.

"What, where's Cathy?" her boss persisted with an annoyed snort.

"Uh sorry...Cathy can't come to the phone right now, she's uhm...a little tied up right now" Charlie meekly said into the phone, staring down between Cathy's thighs where his knot was currently locked inside her.

"I see, well tell her the deadline has been moved up, so she better get her ass moving or she's fucked" the angry voice demanded.

"Move her ass...fucked...got it" He whined pathetically as he watched his sister do just that, grinding her hips back against him in a manner more befitting a stripper than a middle-aged woman.

"What's the matter boy, are you sick?" her boss paused to ask.

"Yes...I think I am...bye" Charlie groaned and hung up the phone, just as his climax hit. Hunching over Cathy's back as he fired off hot, thick ropes of his seed deep inside her. He couldn't stop himself, his hips jerked and bucked against her as his balls felt like they were turning inside out trying to fill her womb. "Well fuck..." he huffed against her back, realizing he'd be stuck in his sister for a little while, hopefully there would be no other interruptions.

Thankfully there were no other awkward calls before Charlie's knot shrunk enough to slip free of Cathy's silken grip. His nose wrinkled as a mixture of his seed and something else began to trickle from his sister's cunt, curiously he collected a little on his fingertips and brought it to his nose. It was warm and slick, almost like his precum but not quite. But why was there so much of it, he wondered? Surely she hadn't cum, not that he'd know if she had anyway. But there was way more mess dripping to the floor than just his own ejaculation though. Maybe he was actually a good lover? Who knew...stranger things had happened lately. With a sigh, Charlie collected some paper dishtowel and began cleaning up the kitchen floor, even up along Cathy's inner thighs. He gently wiped along the outside of her pussy before getting a damp cloth to clean inside her, trying to get as deep as he could to remove as much of his seed as possible.

"Ungh!" Cathy groaned and shuddered again as his fingers delved inside her, trying to clean her. A fresh wash of hot slickness burst forth and covered his fingers before spattering to the floor between her spread feet when she accidentally came again.

"Goddamit!" Charlie growled in frustration before retrieving more paper towel and starting his cleaning all over again. By the time he'd finished, he was rather tired and annoyed, almost having forgotten what he'd done with Cathy. This time he made sure to explain away the timelapse by making her remember answering her boss's call and receiving the message. Despite the bad news she'd received, Charlie couldn't help but notice how upbeat Cathy was as she ate her lunch while working.

"You seem awfully chipper..." He commented before taking a bite of his sandwich.

"I know, I just feel...so relaxed all of a sudden, not so pent up...you know what I mean?" Cathy replied after swallowing her mouthful of her own sandwich.

"Y...yeah..." Charlie wheezed as he nearly choked on his food.

"You okay?" Cathy asked with concern at the coughing Pomsky.

"Just went in the wrong way" Charlie responded with tears in his eyes as he gasped for breath.

"Oh yeah, I've had that happen once or twice. It's not that bad actually" the beautiful husky said nonchalantly. "What?" she asked with a smile as she noticed Charlie staring at her with wide eyes.

The rest of the day was spent with Charlie watching Cathy closely for any signs that she knew what had happened, every time she caught him staring, she'd just pull a funny face. Mostly she just concentrated on her work. After what her boss had said, Charlie knew that he'd have to seriously stop what he was doing now, he couldn't make any more mistakes which might cost Cathy her job. He even went the extra mile and helped bring her food and drink so she wouldn't have to stop working to feed herself, he even gave the hard-working husky a shoulder and neck massage when he saw her rolling her head side to side. Charlie was especially proud of that, not only had he helped his sister, but for once he hadn't gotten a damned stiffy from touching her!

The rest of the week would certainly be interesting and Charlie wondered how long he'd be able to keep his hands off of Cathy, before the need to touch her again got too intense to ignore.