My Wonderful Little Sister- The Art of Yiff Part 2
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-Continuing from where we left off- "Enough about the differences between feline and lupine tails!" I groaned. "And stop staring at my butt!" Katie interjected. Scott blushed as well and meekly apologized as Trea looked between him and me. "Alright boys, we're almost naked, so now it's your turn. Strip." "Uh...can I finish my food first?" "No Kyle, you can't. God, how can you think of food at a time like this?" "Honestly, I'm kinda scared of where this is all going," I said while reluctantly peeling my polo and undershirts off as Scott did the same. "Don't worry big guy, the only person who's got something to worry about is your sister," she said confidently. "Yeah, about that...I'm not really comfortable with the idea of you yiffing me if she loses," I add. "I mean I don't know how you cats do it, but wolves are monogamous." "Generally speaking," she emphasized. "You could easily pass for one of those Casanovas I've seen down at the nightclubs." "Still..." "Kyle, it's alright," Katie said as I felt her wrap an arm around my waist. "Trea and I are having a little competition, and we've named our stakes. I'll honor my half of the bet if I lose." "Katie...I..." "Shh, it'll be fine," she whispered through an innocently devious smile, "You've taught me everything I know in this...umm...subject area." I smiled back and sighed with an air of consent. "Alright sis, if you're up for it then so am I." Looking back to Trea, Katie posed a new question. "So, how will this work?" "Best two out of three in a game of skill involving the arts of love," Trea said rather tactfully. "As to the nature of each challenge, that will be for us to decide on our own. If the challenged refuses to partake in the game, she will forfeit that round. Sound fair?" Katie nodded. "So who picks first?" "Seeing as you're the guest here, I'll allow you to name the first challenge, then I'll pick the second, and if necessary we shall mutually pick the tiebreaker." "You've really thought this through haven't you?" Scott asked as he tossed his shorts aside next to my pants. "Huh? Oh no, I just read an erotic fanfiction of The Hunger Games that went something like this," Trea replied. "Come to think of it, it was worded superiorly to the original in addition to the more interesting plot." We all sort of nodded, not really sure what to do next. Scott and I stood there in our boxers, our girls in their own undergarments, and none of us with a speck of certainty where to go from here. "Before we begin, perhaps we should clean up before moving to the bedroom?" I suggested simply out of habit. Surprisingly the others agreed, and for the next few minutes we set about clearing our places, refrigerating leftovers and returning the living room to its prior state...save for the couch which remained in place at the door. And then, the moment of truth. Trea took Scott by the paw and led him in the bedroom, followed closely by Katie and myself in the same manner. My heart beat with a little more excitement than usual. Sure, sex was awesome and the anticipation was part of the fun, but the fact that Katie might have to watch me yiff my best friend's mate should we lose this little wager still hung heavily on my mind. I knew Katie told me it was okay if she lost, but I also knew that I was equally responsible for whatever losses she might suffer. Depending on how badly things went, I wasn't sure if she'd come out of this blaming herself...or me. Of course I wouldn't have blamed you, silly. Sure, say that now. Ugh, I'm not in the mood to argue this again Kyle. Fortunately for you, neither am I. You know, for someone so smart you have a hard time knowing when to shut up. It's a gift, really. If you insist on waggling your tongue like that, why...urg! Not...put it...to good use! Hey, ow! Katie, watch the ears! Get down there you...good boy. Don't worry, he's just being difficult because he likes it when I have to get tough with him. No, no... Quiet you, finish your meal down there before speaking again. Now, since he's gotten to describe the majority of the yiff scenes in this little series, I'll take over for a change. For now at least. But first, Scott! Get out of the closet, we both know you're in there. We can hear you breathing. Damn it! Out! Gah, idiot. Now...oh...yes a little higher up, right there. Ahem, now where did he leave off?
Blackmon Residence - 7:45 P.M. "John? What are you doing down here?" Eliza asked as she walked downstairs into the basement to find her husband perched over his workbench, his Remington 870 and Ruger M1911 both resting atop it. "Just figured I'd oil the guns up, they're due for a little maintenance," he replied. "You're not planning to kill Kyle are you?" she asked with serious concern. "No, no, nothing like that. I just...it's weird. I've got a nagging feeling like I've made a mistake or something," he sighed while turning his head to look Eliza in the eyes. "I mean, are we really gonna let them be together?" "I don't think it's our choice anymore dear," she said honestly. "They're grown up, we can't really tell them what to do or think anymore. Much less who to love." "I know but, don't we have a duty as parents to do what's best for them, even if it's something as harsh as breaking them up?" "Well...yes we do," she hesitantly agreed, "But I think we also have a duty to respect their independence and let them learn from their mistakes." "Yeah, but this is one bigass mistake. I mean they can't keep this a secret forever, no one could. Someone's either gonna catch them, or Katie's going to get pregnant, and when that happens it'll be all over. You know she personally assured me she wouldn't abort her kid if Kyle knocked her up, even if she was still in high school?" "Well isn't that a good thing John? We raised her to respect life in all forms and to help others who can't help themselves," Eliza replied, slightly happy to know her daughter at least kept some of the values she'd been raised with. "You...you wouldn't actually want her to get one do you?" John paused ominously, as if he knew that any answer other than "no" would paint him as the bad guy here. "I...Eliza, surely you've considered what's gonna happen if they get caught?" "I have," she said curtly. "I try not to think about it." "Well I don't have that luxury. I worry about it every damned day," he growled. "First the cops will come, make her take a rape test, ask her when it all started, try to get her to tell them Kyle forced her into something she didn't want to do. By the time they realize it was all consensual and that Kyle's only her adopted brother, it'll be too late. Someone in the news media will have gotten wind of the story, how a psycho ex-Marine raped his sister and kept it secret for years, and how he managed to lie his way out of prison." "John, we don't know if that's how it'll go down," Eliza said reassuringly. He ignored her and continued his monologue. "Then when the cops are off our backs we'll have all manners of freaks trying to get pictures of my kids, not to mention all the punks that'll have a field day turning them into some sort of perverted meme joke that'll spread over the internet like wildfire. Hell, I wonder if they'll even be able to leave the house. With all the social stigmatization and prejudice that'll be flung their way, they'll probably have to leave the country and hide out in some backwater shithole for the rest of their lives." "John, please..." "And even all that aside, what will our family think of us? Your mom and brother, my brothers and uncle, our cousins...everyone is going to think we've tainted our family by letting this go on when we had a chance to end it." "John! Enough," Eliza said firmly. "Is this what you spend every day worrying about?" He nodded. "I just wish they could see how much I care about them, that I'm not trying to be a dick, I'm trying to be a dad." "I think they know you love them John," Eliza said warmly as she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a gentle hug, "You just need to let them know that you'll keep loving them, even if they screw up. Once they know that, I think they'll be more open to what you have to say. Okay?" He sighed and smiled back at her. "You're right, you're always right. Fate is never on the side the guy who tries to break two lovers apart, am I right?" She nodded while nuzzling his shoulder. "You know, the kids not being home might not be such a bad thing." John perked up his ears as he caught a hinting tone behind his wife's words. "You mean..." "Yep! We can finally watch those home movies of them as toddlers without them groaning at us to shut them off," she said giddily. "Oh...ahem, right. Yeah sounds great," he said with mock enthusiasm. "And after a couple of those, we can watch that one we made that time you impulse bought a digital camcorder at Best Buy," she said with a naughty grin. "See how much we've improved, huh? Huh?!" she teased while poking him in the ribs. John smiled and nodded. "Alright, we'll do that. You go find the DVDs, I'm gonna finish with the guns here and meet you upstairs." "Oh come on, the guns can wait..." "Please. Just let me finish this, okay?" he said firmly. Eliza stared at him, trying not to feel hurt. "Fine, but when you're done you'd better break out the romance if you want to get anywhere past second base tonight." John sighed and pushed the thoughts of the evening's coming pleasantries aside for the moment to focus on the task at hand. While having never truly been deployed on a combat assignment, John had seen battle a few times. He'd never bothered to share those tales from his past though, since he didn't get to play hero in them. On the contrary, some might have even called him the villain.
Germany - 30 years ago John cringed as he tasted his first beer, his friends obviously enjoying his reaction as they sipped at their own drinks with relish. It was a tradition for the older vets to take all the freshman transfers out for a drink, since the legal drinking age in Germany was virtually non-existent and rarely enforced in parts where there was one. John took another sip, trying to force himself to enjoy the dark foamy beverage before him, but his gag reflex triggered a sputtering cough that defeated all hopes of him being able to finish the task before him. He was only eighteen, fresh out of infantry school and on his first deployment to a small tank base in what had formerly been West Germany. The wall had fallen a couple years prior, and with it any hopes of getting to fight the Russians like Rambo or the kids from Red Dawn. John was after all just a kid, and the idea of combat was still an agreeable one to him. His enthusiasm would normally have been stunted by a harsh word from a more senior soldier, but with the Cold War drawing to a close the vets decided to let the idiot kids have their fun. "Hey Sarge, should we really be drinking while on duty?" asked one of the four soldiers sitting at the large corner booth with John. "Shut up Pacowski, I want to see if Blackmon can down this thing without pukin'," the tiger staff sergeant gruffly replied. John's squad had originally been tasked with a simple escort mission that entailed driving a Humvee behind a convoy of trucks as they made their way from Berlin back to their base ten miles to the south. However, since the Soviets were no longer a threat, they had decided to break off at the last moment and grab a drink before returning to debrief. By now such a practice was so common that even the base commander was guilty of shirking his duties in favor of capitalizing on the lack of an enemy to fight. However, all that would change in the blink of an eye. It started with what sounded like a truck backfiring, followed by several more reports of small yet explosive force. That put John on edge, followed by a strange hollowness in his abdomen that seemed to forebode disaster. At the time it was an unfamiliar feeling, but after today he would have it honed into a sixth sense that would serve him all the way up to his present evening in the basement with his guns. In the meantime, though, he simply sat and waited. The others seemed perfectly calm, perhaps from their previous years of service having dulled their senses to tune out what the perceived to simply be white noise from the civilian backdrop. But John knew better, a literal gut feeling telling him so. "Hey, what's going on? Those are police sirens," John exclaimed as a trio of Mercedes police cars rushed by, lights burning and sirens wailing. "Probably just a fire," the tiger said, "The local cops don't like us messing around too much and..." A German soldier suddenly burst into the bar and yelled at a pair of men whom he knew to be in the reserve army to get up. Turning to the Americans, he switched to broken English and yelled, "Americana! Zis vay! Bring guns, and your truck! Hurry!" "What the devil is going on?" an English patron asked as John and company shoved him aside as they rushed to their Humvee and followed a police van three blocks down the street to a police barricade surrounding a school. John grabbed his M-16A2 and hopped out of the Humvee to fall in line with his friends as they joined a second group of American GIs taking cover behind a line of police cars and parked civilian vehicles. A mixture of German police and army units surrounded the school, guns pointing tenaciously at the doors and windows. John looked around and noticed there were people lying dead in the street, some of them children. Several windows were broken and the front door to the school hung open, but there were no signs of life immediately visible. A police lieutenant who was moderately fluent in English sidled over to John and his comrades to explain the situation. Thirty minutes ago, a group of terrorists belonging to the dying communist militia The Red Army Faction had stormed the school and began taking hostages. The school was the equivalent of an American elementary school, so most of the hostages were mere children. John's blood ran cold as he heard this, and his fingers tightened around the grip of his rifle. The RAF terrorists had killed several teachers, but were poorly organized and only managed to capture about twenty students before the rest of the school began to flee in panic. Most of the occupants had made it to safety, save for a few unlucky stragglers that had been gunned down from the roof by an RAF sniper. Time passed slowly as John waited for further instruction. German police negotiators began their routine of beginning conversation with the terrorists. Let the wounded kids go and we'll pull back a bit. Then let the elderly teachers go, we'll give you some food (that may be laced with Valium) and some water (spiked with a narcotic tranquilizer). But the terrorists wouldn't have it. They demanded a million marks in cash, along with the release of ten of their former comrades from a prison in Berlin. And lastly, they wanted a bus to take them to the airport, where they would board a private jet that would take them to Libya or Lebanon, depending on which country would give them access. The hours dragged on into the late afternoon, and by then the terrorists were getting antsy. They wanted their demands met quickly, and the lack of action on the part of the police seemed to be spurring them to do something rash. A GSG-9 SWAT team had arrived by helicopter from Berlin, and John watched as they equipped themselves in a nearby alleyway. This wouldn't end well, he feared. The police were going to try and rescue the hostages before nightfall. Still, the chance for some revenge enticed him as he wondered if he'd be lucky enough to bag one of these heartless fuckers himself. Suddenly a gray cat appeared on the school's roof, and with him a little dachshund pup still in his school uniform. He looked to be only seven or eight years old, and he was obviously frightened. The cat waved a black automatic pistol in the air and shouted something in German, obviously demanding that the police back off or he'd kill the boy. John placed the cat's head in his sites, and readied himself to do what was necessary when... "Hold fire! Shoot only on my lead," said John's commanding officer, a Siberian Husky lieutenant who wasn't more than four years older than he was. John cursed under his breath. Why couldn't he pop this fucker right now? He and half a dozen of the German officers had a clear shot, and this fool was clearly ready to kill the kid at a moment's notice. A negotiator on a bullhorn yelled at the cat to drop the weapon and his demands would be met. The cat pointed the gun at the cars and screamed back in an emotional tirade accusing the police of lying, and that they were all on the payroll of the capitalist pig government. John took a deep breath and tried to relax himself, all the while keeping his sights trained on the feline's cranium. CRACK! "Blackmon! The fuck are you..." RATATATATAT! "Un deckoun!" "Man down! Man down!" "You stupid fool, John!" John blinked as his mind tried to catch up with what had happened. His shoulder was slightly sore, as if struck suddenly by the butt of his weapon. Gunfire erupted up and down the street, as the RAF terrorists fired from the windows with old Czech made machinepistols and rifles, while the police rushed the front door and began clearing the school. John felt something touch his arm, and he realized he had been shot. A row of bullet holes lay in the hood of the car he was standing behind, and his left arm now felt numb with pain as a 7.62mm handgun round lay lodged in his biceps. Slowly, his mind recalled what had happened. The cat had finished his speech and shoved the kid on his face, only to raise the handgun to eye level and point it at the roof. In that split second John knew the kid was dead, and then he disobeyed orders and squeezed off a round. The 5.56mm bullet had cut the cat's face in half as it traveled through his chin and out the back of his skull. He fell where he stood, dead. But the other terrorists had been watching from the windows, and the gunshot sent them into a panic. Police snipers managed to kill two terrorists just after the initial firefight started, but the remaining three retreated inside with a few of their remaining hostages and tried to make a stand from a classroom as the GSG-9 stormed the building. That classroom happened to overlook John's position, and a terrorist armed with a Scorpion SMG began unloading at the closest police vehicle he could see. John fell to the street and clutched his arm, only to notice the husky was lying on his back, motionless. He'd caught a round in his left temple, just below his helmet visor. John suddenly felt violently ill, as he realized his commanding officer had just died...and he was responsible. The chaos behind him seemed to fade away to darkness, only for reality to return with him standing alone in a stuffy office in front of desk where he was being privately sentenced after his court martial hearing. "Private Blackmon, before we begin," said the magistrate, an old wolf with thin rimmed glasses and the rank of colonel, "Let me just say that it is with great displeasure that we aren't going to have you shot for what happened out there." John swallowed nervously, but said nothing as he stared ahead at the clock on the wall. "Now, according to your testimony, you claim that you were unaware your CO had ordered you to refrain from action until his command. Your squadmates further back this claim, stating that you were the only one to not affirmatively respond to Lieutenant Grizzard's order," the magistrate dryly read from a transcript before him. "Is this correct?" "Yes sir." The magistrate continued. "Because of your lack of experience, coupled with the chaos of the situation, your superiors have decided to grant you mercy and not have you sentenced to death for mutinous insurrection, insubordination, or failure to comply with given orders. However, it has also been concluded that had you not acted in the manner that you did, Lieutenant Grizzard might still be with us." The magistrate paused to stare John in the eyes for moment before continuing. "Therefore, your sentence will be to serve the rest of your enlistment in the U.S. at Fort Humphries, which if you don't know, is in the heart of Alaska's bitter environment. In addition to this assignment, all future promotions, medals, citations, commendations, and chances for future re-enlistment will be denied post haste." John bit his tongue as he tried to not cry in front of the magistrate. He'd never felt shame like this before, nor had he wished that his life would end with such a passion. Blinking back a tear, he took a breath as the magistrate turned the page of the transcript and read off a final paragraph. "And lastly, it has been decided that you will appear, in person, to deliver an apology for your actions to the following people: Mr. and Mrs. Grizzard, the parents of the late Lieutenant, Michael and Kelsey Grizzard, the lieutenant's younger siblings, and lastly a Ms. Lydia Bennett. Do you know whom she is, private?" John nervously shook his head, but found his voice was no longer with him. "She was his fiancé. In two weeks she was to travel to Germany to marry him. Now she'll be traveling here to put him in the dirt. I'd suggest you write your apology to her first," the magistrate spat as he removed his glasses stared a hole through John's face. "Well, that about wraps it up. Private Blackmon, you are dismissed. Now get out of my sight." John saluted and then turned, leaving the office as fast as he could. He felt sick, weak, and heavy all at once. He staggered through the hallway and sat on a nearby bench as he tried to collect his thoughts. His military career was over, and he'd be lucky to receive and honorable discharge. It was a sad state of affairs when that was the highest achievement he could hope for. Even worse, he felt he owed a great debt to his squadmates. They'd all clearly lied about him not acknowledging the lieutenant's orders just to save him from the firing squad. Little did he know that one of those squadmates, a wolf named George Clark, would change his life forever.
Back in the present, John tried to push the guilt out of his mind. He knew George had been the one to talk the rest of the squad into falsely testifying to save him from the firing squad. After all, George had been the only one willing to talk to him after the trial. The others just gave him a sickened stare and nothing else. After the funeral and round of apologies had been issued, George was John's only friend for the next few months as he settled into his new life in Alaska. The cold there was frigid beyond measure, and John vowed that when he got out he'd move somewhere warm. George suggested his hometown Jacksonville in Florida, but fate would prove otherwise. John's family lived primarily in Atlanta, and so when he was able to take a precious two weeks of vacation he went to stay with his parents. They at least believed him when he explained he hadn't meant to pull the trigger. One night, while sitting in a bar he found someone who was willing to spend more than five minutes with him to listen to his sad tale. She was pretty, with long brown hair and a caring face, not to mention a lovely figure and white coat of fur. He asked her out, figuring he had nothing to lose. Surprisingly she accepted, but only on the condition that he not drink on their date. That was the turning point in his life, John thought, the point where he met his future wife and began to stop feeling sorry for himself. In the last four months of his deployment, he was shipped to Fort Stewart in Georgia to help new recruits train in war games by acting as cannon fodder for the paintball games. While it was painful to say in the least, it let him be within driving distance of Eliza for the weekends. On one particular weekend, she happened to be in heat and her better judgment escaped her. Two weeks later John found out she was expecting. George was the first person he told, his parents not finding out till much later. Clark was ecstatic, as he too had just had a kid, a new son who was born mere days before. George suggested that they meet up in a few weeks, as he wanted to make John his new son's godfather. John gladly accepted, and wished for George to be the same for his coming child as well. They talked for a couple of hours more, about the future, the excitement of parenthood, and what their kids would be like in twenty years. Little did John know that would be the last time he and George would speak to one another. The following evening, George and his wife died in a fatal car wreck, while their only son survived. George's parents were both deceased, cancer having taken them a few years prior. His wife's father was deceased, and her mother barely able to support herself financially. The second John received the news, he asked what was to happen with his kid. "I dunno, the base commander was trying to find a relative that could adopt him, but so far no luck," the soldier on the other end of the phone replied. John knew what he had to do. George had taken a big risk by committing perjury to save his life, and after that he had always been there for him. John told himself he'd be damned if he didn't return the kindness his best friend had shown him to his son. He promised George that he'd make sure he raised his boy the way he'd have wanted, a way fitting of a true man of conviction and honor. He wouldn't let anything happen to him, and he'd make damn sure that he lived long enough to enjoy the life his father had been deprived of. Sadly, Kyle seemed to lack the motivation his father had. He was lazy, uncouth, disrespectful, and showed utterly no motivation in life. After knowing George for so long, John was disappointed his best friend's son had turned out to be only a shell of the man his father had been. Still, John did his best to raise him, but it seemed the more he tried to groom Kyle to follow in his father's footsteps, the more Kyle headed in the opposite direction. In the end though, John realized he'd been wrong and that Kyle had grown to be exactly the kind of person his father had been...and more. The only thing keeping him from being perfect now was his choice of mate just happened to be his sister. He wondered what Clark would have thought of that, only to realize that if George were still alive Kyle and Katie would never have gotten together. In theory, at least. With a final sigh, John finished polishing his weapons and shelved them inside the safe once more. One day he'd have to tell Kyle the whole story behind his father, and the real reasons why John went to such great lengths to keep Kyle from going to prison. If only that little bastard knew the hell I went through for my one mistake, he thought. John knew firsthand what it was like to have one's dreams smashed apart in an instant, and what it was like to have someone take a stand to help you make up for it. George had done that for him, and now John was repaying the favor tenfold for Kyle. You're welcome George, John thought with a smile as he headed up the stairs to find Eliza, Although I got the feeling I'll be saying that again real soon.
Huh...I was about to speak but then it suddenly felt like time paused while a third person narrator took over. Hey, I didn't say stop Kyle, keep licking. I'll just continue where we left off. Trea nudged Scott onto the bed and told him to finish stripping while she removed her panties with sensual tact. Kyle and I followed suite, although we still weren't sure what was going to happen next. "So Katie, what should our first challenge be?" Trea asked as she sat next to Scott and playfully kicked her feet back and forth. I thought a moment, unsure of what to pick since this isn't the usual type of game I play. Heck, the closest thing would be that time I played strip Monopoly with Kyle, and that lasted about five minutes before he just threw the table and...well you know how he is and can probably guess what happened next. I boned her. ^,...,^ Hey! Less talking more nomming. "Umm...blowjobs?" I meekly suggested. Trea shifted thoughtfully in her seat. "Hmm, not a bad idea; a little foreplay to start things off. But what's the actual challenge?" "Oh, uh...how about first one to get their guy to finish wins?" I ask. "I mean Scott doesn't have any issues that'd give you two an unfair advantage right?" "Wait...is she saying I can't hold it back?" Scott interjected as my question sunk in. "No silly, she just wants to make sure you're not able to talk with fish OF COURSE that's what she's asking. Yeesh. And no, he can last quite a while when he wants to," Trea confidently replied. "Oh good, then this should be easy," I joked. Kyle facepalmed and shook his head. "You just had to go there." "Oh c'mon, it happens to every guy at least once," I say. "Nothing to be ashamed of." "Indeed," Trea said as she got up and kneelt on the floor in front of Scott. "Now Kyle, get over here so we can start this thing already." "Wait...I have to sit next to Scott while he get's blown?" "Yeah, so we can keep an eye on each other," Trea replied. "Just close your eyes and pretend you're in a porno." "Is that what you do?" Kyle asked Scott. "Usually I'm playing Battlefield 4 when it happens, so no." Kyle looked back to Trea. "Fine, here's a pillow you can set between you two yah big baby," she said with a roll of her eyes. "Now c'mon, let's get this show on the road." "Who says that anymore?" Kyle asked in passing as he reluctantly plopped down on the bed next to Scott while placing the pillow between his right and Scott's left legs. Taking my cue, I moved over to the bed and got down in front of Kyle. He and Scott were both surprisingly limp for two guys in the same room with a pair of naked girls. Maybe it was a case of nerves, who knows? "Alright, ready?" Trea asked as she placed her paws on Scott's knees and spread his legs apart. I did the same with Kyle, briefly glancing up at him and flashing him an eager grin that I know he enjoys seeing. Instantly I notice his member begin to shift, and without further hesitation he began to harden up. Looking back to Trea, I can see she notice's Kyle getting a leg...or in this case penis...up on her and Scott. "Set...and go!" Trea started off by suckling Scott's head, taking him in and pulling back whilst using her lips to hold him tight. This slowly coaxed him to an erection, but he was still a tad soft. He probably wasn't used to being rushed, while Kyle and I had been forced to do so many a time whilst our parents were out getting groceries or something. With his shaft nearing its full length, she wrapped her left paw around his base and slowly began jerking him while she kept the upper half of him in her maw. Clearly she was doing something right, as Scott moaned quite audibly and began to clench his fists into the bed sheets. As for me, since Kyle was already hard I took a different approach. Starting at the base of his shaft, I licked at his balls teasingly whilst gripping his wolfhood with both paws with a delicate touch. He squirmed delightedly; bucking his hips against my digits as I lightly stroked up and down his rod while taking one of his furry orbs between my lips and gave it a nice massage with my tongue. Like Scott, his paws balled into fists as I worked him like a pro...wait, do I want to be a pro at this? Never mind, stupid question. "Oh gods, don't stop," Kyle whispered as I released him from my grip and simply pressed my nose against the base of his cock. Oh don't worry big brother, I have no intention of doing so, I inwardly laughed as I gave him a long, slow lick up the entire underside of his wolfhood, stopping only when I got to the tip of his member to tease him with a grin and a quick flick of the tongue across it before taking him deep in my maw. I felt his paw rest behind my head, bunching up my ponytail as he nudged me down, begging me to take him deeper. Considering how cute he looks when I blow him, how could I refuse? I could feel Trea looking over as I slid the rest of Kyle's cock into my mouth, her eyes widening as I deep throated him with utterly no effort. Glancing at her, I raised my eyebrows in a playful gesture, just daring her to try and match me. She did, only to find herself gagging on Scott's cock as it pressed into the back of her throat and forcing her to pull off to breath. Gasping for breath, she continued to masturbate him with her paws at a furious pace. Deciding to mess with her a bit, I pulled off Kyle and jerked him off as well. "Oh come now, he's the same size as Kyle! You can't take him all the way?" Trea looked jealously at me, or my muzzle I should say. Ah, the joys of being canine and having a long muzzle (seriously, it makes it so much easier). I continued to paw Kyle off for another minute, seeing as how his shaft had quite a bit of my saliva coating it which helped up to a point before it began to dull the sensations of oral bliss. After a couple of minutes, he nudged the back of my head again and I could tell he was ready for me to continue. Eagerly I slipped his cock between my lips again, this time bobbing my head whilst pressing my tongue firmly against the underside of his rod. I could feel his paws quiver, his body trembling and wolfhood throbbing as I lovingly sucked him off with increasing vigor. He bucked against my face, jamming his hard on all the way back in my throat. I gagged a couple of times but shrugged them off as I huffed for breath through my nose and held him deep in my throat, gulping and choking unable to so much as gasp for a molecule of oxygen as he throbbed achingly in my gullet. My eyes shut tight as I concentrated on keeping him deep within my maw, counting the seconds away as I tried to hold him down as long as possible. I could feel the blood flowing in my temples, and my body felt like I was underwater, slowly drowning as I felt my lungs begin to burn with need. But I pressed on, my throat clenching tightly around Kyle's cock as I felt him shoot out a generous drop of pre that sent shivers up my spine as I relished his salty sweet goodness. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I pulled off him with a loud gasp as I panted desperately for breath. "Oh gods you taste so good," I cooed while immediately gripping him and jacking him off with a rough grip. "Please, let me have it all, I wanna make you cum!" I knew how to talk dirty when I had to, and there was no better time than right now. He bucked and squirmed against my paws, his tongue hanging out to the side as he desperately tried to stay seated upright. Grinning devilishly to myself, I slapped his paw from behind my head and gave his chest a light punch, knocking him flat on the bed as I lapped at his balls once more before diving down on his cock for the coup de grace. Taking him deep once more, I suckled Kyle roughly, teasing him lightly with my fangs while lashing my tongue across his cock like mad. I didn't focus on one particular area as I bobbed my head on him, I just licked whatever part of him was closest. His intense throbbing began to slow, as if he was charging up for a massive blast...not to mention his knot was now fully engorged and making it difficult to deepthroat him without sinking my teeth into his hot flesh. No matter, I wanted to let him finish on my face to show Trea just what my "talents" had yielded. I stared up at Kyle, keeping my lips tightly wrapped around him as I ran the head of his wolfhood across the roof of my mouth, letting him feel every little ridge as my tongue slurped at the sensitive underside of his cock. I could feel his breathing tighten up, followed by his tell--that little involuntary gasp he always gives right before he shoots. I pulled off him and smiled wide while pawing him furiously with my left paw (and using my right paw to steady myself and not fall on my back) as he tried to warn me that he was cumming. Fortunately I was already in position, as his warning came (pardon the pun) about two spurts two late. His cum was usually pretty thick, but this time it was all sticky and watery due to the exorbitant amount of pre mixed into it. I closed my eyes and opened wide as I felt a half dozen drops coat my muzzle and tongue, only for another blast to shotgun across my neck and chest. His aim improved with his third and fourth shots though, as those landed across my face again where it was easier to lick them off. Opening my eyes, I could see he was still dripping with a few residual beads of wolfspunk, and promptly set about cleaning him off. "Mmmmmmmmm, good boy," I lustily murred while massaging his sac playfully as he continued to lay panting on the bed. "Looks like I win this round Trea, you done yet?" Trea shot me a frustrated glare as she continued to suck Scott off with impressive tenacity. "S-sorry Trea, you're doing really good," Scott apologized, "I'm just not good at forcing it." "Oh don't blame yourself," I reassure Scott, "Maybe you just need a little more motivation." Now, before I go any further, I feel I should put what happens next into a little context. I'm usually not that competitive, except with my siblings or close friends. Even then, I'm still a Type B personality; if I'm playing a game I'm doing it for fun, not to win. Winning's always good, but if I lose it's not the end of the world. Also, I'm not a lesbian...or even bi for that matter. It's just not who I am. Girls are pretty, sure, but I don't want to make out with one. Why's this relevant you ask? Well...don't get your hopes up cause at no point do Trea and I make out in the story... That's not true! You can't lie to my watchers! Hush Kyle, it's still my turn to talk. You always get to describe all the yiffy parts of a story. No I don't, although I will admit I do seem to get more face time than you. Fair enough, you can tell the next part since I didn't take part in it anyway, just don't skimp on the details. ^,...,^ Uggghhhh, fine. Now where was I? Oh...right. Well, those two things I just addressed are kind of a big part of who I am...but that night I threw those two ideals out the window and became someone I couldn't even recognize. Kyle's told me about how in combat, you turn into something primal in order to survive. Well, this might not have been Grand Junction, but the fact was that the sovereignty of my mate had been challenged and I was gonna fight in every way possible to make sure it stayed mine. Plus, if I won I got to play the alpha female role again, something I was strongly coming to enjoy. Well, that alpha part of me was howling to get out right then and there, and I...I don't know what came over other than this mischievous need to let Trea know who was in charge. I slithered up behind her as she continued to work Scott, my actions causing her to pause and try to look around to see what I was doing. She jumped as she suddenly felt my paws cup, well, more like grope both of her breasts and my fangs lightly nip at the side of her neck while I looked confidently up at Scott. "Go on Stripy," I teased while referring to the fur pattern on his lower back, "You know you wanna cum for her." I had forgotten Kyle had cum on my neck and chest, and as I hugged Trea from behind I accidently smeared some of his cum into her fur. Scott must've found that, or one of the other things I was doing arousing though, since he blew without warning in Trea's mouth. One thing's for certain though, I'll never mock Scott's masculinity. Two cum blasts in his girl's mouth and she was gagging, plus a third and fourth one across her face as she pulled off while trying to gulp down what he'd already given her. I couldn't tell if he'd given off more than Kyle though, since his was incredibly ropey. Only the last few spurts had produced some odd droplets of pre here and there. "Dude...Scott warn me next time you're gonna pop," Trea coughed as she tried to rub some of Scott's spunk out of her eye. "Ah, fuck this burns!" "I'm just glad he aimed for you and not me," I said while realizing how gross it would've been if he'd missed her face and got mine. Trea managed to blink it out though, and after a quick trip to the kitchen for some water we were all back in the bedroom ready for round two. Kyle and Scott stood by the dresser as Trea sat back on the bed and smiled haughtily at me. I could tell whatever she had in mind for the next challenge was gonna be...interesting, to say the least. "Hmm, guess it's my turn now huh?" she said. "So, for round I vote we see who's better at the classic art of fingering a lady." "Umm...okay," I said a little confused at her wording, "But isn't that really more of a test to see whether Scott or Kyle is better at that rather than testing our own...skills...wait a minute." Trea could see I had caught on and began snickering. "You mean...we're gonna have to paw ourselves off in front of each other?" "Not quite wolfy," she cooed. "But you're close." "Whoa no! NO! Trea, I may have gotten a little friendly with you a second ago, but I'm not a lesbian, I'm not going to...ugh I can hardly stomach the thought," I groaned while trying to push the mental image out of my head. "Oh come on Katie, it'll be no different than when you paw off on your own...'cept instead of your fingers it'll be mine makin' you feel good," Trea calmly replied. "Besides, you don't have to be a lesbian to like playing with girls. Hell, I bet we could get Kyle and Scott to 69 if we agreed to make out in front of them." "Uh, no, you couldn't," Kyle said firmly. "Ditto for me," Scott added. Trea just stuck her tongue out at them before turning back to me. "C'mon, it'll be fun! Plus if you win, you can get a little payback on me remember?" "Yeah..." I said while nervously toying with a strand of my hair that had come loose from my ponytail. "But...I dunno, it just seems so weird to me." "Well, you could always forfeit and have us move on to the tie breaker," she said cooly. "Although I don't think you want that, and frankly neither do I." I glared up at her and heaved a sigh. "Fine...I'll do it. But I won't enjoy it." "Say that now," she purred while slipping her panties off and throwing them to the side. Trea made no effort to hide her nether regions, in fact she seemed really eager to show them off. Slowly she spread her legs across the bed, giving me a perfect view of her puffy, wet labia. I knew it was my turn to do the same, and so I slowly slid my own bottoms off before joining her on the bed. I could feel her staring between my legs, and the fact that she licked her lips more than once didn't hide the fact she wanted to do far more than finger me. Part of me wanted to back down and not give her the pleasure of doing this, but the other part of me also didn't want to lose. That part was my stronger half, and that's why I then confidently ran a couple of fingers over my own dripping flower, spreading my "petals" wide for her to see and licking the drops of my savory juices off my fingertips. After that, I could see why Kyle loves licking me down there so much. And how! Sorry, I'll get back to work. Sigh...he'll never learn will he? Anyway, I looked Trea in the eye for a few seconds, just smiling pleasantly as I continued to tease her. "So, how's this gonna work?" "Simple," she explained, "Pick whichever paw you're most comfortable with and use it to get me off while I do the same with you. Your extra paw can be used for whatever, just as long as you don't touch my cooter with it, okay?" I nodded affirmatively. "First one to cum loses," she continued, "So I'd recommend not using that extra paw to play with your clit." "Duly noted," I said flatly. "Can we just get this over with?" "Aww don't be like that," Trea cooed, "Just wait, I'll have you begging me for more in a few minutes." I cracked a sarcastic smile and replied, "And I'll have you pinned beneath me, with your neck between my teeth as I make you squirt all over the bed." "Ha! That's more like it," she replied giddily, "Although I hate to break it to you, but that squirting thing is a myth." "If you say so," I answered while shifting myself closer to her so I could get within arm's reach of her honey bucket. I couldn't believe I was about to do this, everything seemed so surreal. We both spread our legs as we scooted to within a foot of each other, which forced me to rest my left leg atop her right one, and her left one atop my right one in twisted sort of sensual symmetry. For a moment we just stared at each other, neither one of us wanting to make the first move. My eyes drifted over her shapely figure, taking plenty of time to study every curve and supple muscle while equally admiring her mocha colored fur. It was funny, the only thing we both had in common was our bra sizes, everything else was almost opposite between us. She was a feline, I was canine. She was short, I was tall (by female standards at least). She was enjoying the moment, I was loathing it. But that would quickly change, much to my surprise. After a couple of minutes just lying there with our legs intertwined, Trea reached out and grabbed my paw with her own. I jumped, as I had still been studying her body, specifically her abdominal area and everything south of there. It may sound weird, but I was actually fascinated by her...well...girly parts. I know I have my own to look at, but hers honestly looked different than mine, and that intrigued me. We were both dripping wet with arousal, although in my case it was left over from having just sucked Kyle off, but her nether regions were a little different than mine. Her lips seemed a little thinner and more delicate than, fitting for a lithe feline like herself. Her clit was also a little more pronounced than mine, but that was also probably because she was feeling the moment more than I was. Ah, but I'm rambling again. As I said before, I jumped as she gently laid her paw atop mine, quickly meeting her gaze as she smiled at me. "Ready to begin sexy?" she cooed as if to a lover rather than a rival. "Uh huh," I nervously croaked as I watched her guide my paw to her pussy. I cringed as I felt her wet folds under my fingertips mixed with her scent filling my nostrils with her spicy, tangy aroma. A gasp escaped my lips as she slid a pair of digits into me while her thumb stroked my clit with a gentle rhythm. Quickly I regained my senses and began mimic her movements, slipping my own fingers inside her dripping wet love canal as I began searching for her g-spot in hopes of bringing her down early before she could find mine. I grinned as I heard her gasp and hump against my paw, he face contorting in pleasure as she used her free paw to reach out and play with one of my breasts while biting her lower lip. At first it seemed I was in the lead, Trea was showing far more visual signs of her enjoyment than I was. But that all changed as she suddenly stepped up her rhythm and began to paw me with furious vigor, the sudden influx of pleasure taking the wind from my lungs as I cried out in pathetic bliss, my eyes unable to open as my body took over and thrust against those wonderfully tactile digits exploring where no other girl had gone before. I shook my head, fighting the instinct to let go and be fucked...I mean...loved, like a submissive pet and instead hit back. I briefly removed my paw, only to stuff my fingers back into her, this time with three of them instead of two. "Gah! Katie that's nnnghh, so good!" Trea moaned as I stretched her out a little more. "Eep! I...ho yes, more!" Aha, found it. That telltale patch of taunt flesh just under her pubic bone gave away her g-spot, and her reactions more than confirmed I'd struck yiffy gold. Immediately I pressed the attack, roughly massaging it and flicking my thumb over her clit as fast as I could go, all the while holding my breath as I tried to ignore a growing tightness in my own loins. Trea knew what she was doing, that was for sure as I let out a long breath and found myself gasping desperately, all the while breaking out in sweat as my cheeks blushed under my fur and my twat pulsed with aching need. Trea wasn't any better off than I was, her lithe figure huffing for life giving oxygen while little moans and gasps of pleasure escaped with every exhaled breath. Briefly she opened her eyes to look at me, our gazes locked and we paused for a moment to study one another. My whole body seemed to throb as hot fires of lust burned between my legs, begging for Trea's fingers to finish their task and bring about the deluge of pleasure that would extinguish them. I could see it in her eyes though; she was as close as I was. All she needed was that one final push. I grit my teeth, my fangs barring aggressively as I took a long, deep breath while steeling myself for what I was about to do. "K-Katie?" Trea asked nervously as she noticed my teeth shining at her. "What are you...EEK!" For a moment I wondered, was this real...or just a smutty dream? It didn't feel normal as I managed to throw my weight forward and knock Trea on her back, pinning her under me. Our paws remained lodged in each other's cunts, but our faces were now much...much closer. I grinned down at her as I gave her neck a strong bite, feeling her soft, sweet fur under my fangs as I nibbled my way up the side of her throat, feeling her quiver anxiously beneath me. I licked at the wounds my teeth left while using my free paw to stroke her flanks, my claws trailing through her fur and tickling her ribs as I brought my nose against her and cooed in a low whisper. "Still wanna fuck my brother when you got me to yourself?" I didn't let her answer, I just pressed my lips to hers and...oh gods, I actually made out with her. Even then I couldn't believe what I did; it was all so strange and surreal that I felt an uncanny wave of confidence wash over me, almost as if something deep inside me had broken out and taken over my mind. Her breath was savory and hot, not unlike the passionate moan that she gave as she felt my tongue force its way past her lips. It wasn't all that different from when Kyle and I made out, so I just let my instincts take over. They didn't fail me; I could feel her pussy tightening around my fingers as I pawed her closer and closer to blissful climax. She wrapped her free paw around me and dug her claws into my shoulders, holding me tightly as she tried to fight back, her tongue dancing against mine in a prurient duel for control. But I remained focused, intent on not losing this battle for dominance only to find myself having to ignore a growing pang in my own loins that I suddenly realized couldn't be suppressed any longer. "Oh no..." I gasped as our kiss finally broke and I looked down just in time to watch as my velvety folds clenched hard around Trea's paw and I began to quake like San Andreas. "O-o-oh g-gods!!!!" Tears ran down my cheeks as I came with the force of an atom bomb, the shockwave of pleasure hitting me with such strength my joints went numb and I found I could barely move, much less even breathe. Trea's own pussy quivered around my fingers, and I heard her cries of pleasure in my ear as I blushed crimson red as I felt myself squirt...no...flood Trea's paw with my yiff sauce (as Kyle puts it). We both moaned and whimpered in unison, Trea especially as I couldn't find a way to pull myself free from her, while she had managed to remove her paw shortly after the water works started. My arms gave out and I nearly collapsed atop of her, fortunately landing to her left in a disheveled and panting heap of nirvanic wolfess. She blinked a few times before lifting her dripping wet paw up from her equally soaked tummy, staring at it curiously before turning to look at me. "Oh gods...Katie you didn't just...this isn't...please don't let it be..." "Relax," I smiled blissfully, "I just happened to prove you wrong about the whole squirting myth." "THAT'S what this is?" she asked excitedly. "Oh thank Christ, I thought for a second there you had...well you know." "Hah, no. That's not my thing," I reassured her. "I thought kissing girls wasn't your thing either?" she teased. "It is when it helps me win a bet," I retorted. "Win? No way, you came first," Trea protested. "I'd say we came about the same time, that makes it a tie." "So what?" "The bet was best two out of three, that means I have two wins to your one, since a tie counts as a win for both sides," I explained. And that's when things got really interesting. Kyle! I'm not done y-yeaah! Oh fuh...yes! Don't...don't stop, hah...oh... Mmm, your taste never ceases to amaze, sis. Now take a break, you've gotten to tell the last two yiffy portions so now it's my turn. Fine, just don't expect me to blow you under the table while you're doing it. It's kay, I'd prefer to be able to concentrate. ^^ Sooooo, yeah. Anytime now. Actually...we're over 10,000 words here...like right now...well, the "now" being number 10,008. So we'll save what happens next for part three...holy crap! HEY! Alastar, quit throwing chairs every time he leaves a cliffhanger. And for Pete's sake, wear a shirt with sleeves on it; you look like you just walked out of a trailer park meth lab. Ha! I taught her that one. :D You've taught me a lot of things, most of which I can't talk about in church or among friends and family. The fabric of society is very complex Katie; you never know what's going to offend people. I think I'm pretty good at making an educated guess as to which of your tidbits of knowledge will offend people, Kyle. ...can't argue with that one. Alright, g'night everybody!