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"But mooom i have to go and see them!" "Sorry Molly, but if you want to see it you'll have to spend your own money." "But i'm saving that for..." "Well then you'll just have to prioritize." "Grrrr-AUF!"

Kevin laughed as he heard his sister storm out of the kitchen. "How'd it go molls?" He teased her, not so much as looking up from his comfy spot on the sofa.

"How do you think, dweeb?" She stuck her tongue out at him.

"You know if you wanted to do things so badly you could just get a summer job." She just mocked him blabbering out what he assumed was supposed to be what he just said.

"WHAT!" he shouted, a natural tendency of his when faced with incorrigibility.

"Besides, a pretty girl like me should never be forced to work a day in her life!" Kevin chuckled, much to her annoyance. "You wouldn't understand because no girl wants a slob like you.".

This invited him to retort "I just dont like women not worth my time."

"Big talk for a 20 year old virgin." "

"At least I can keep it to myself, half the world can hear you howlin' when that punk jock comes around."

"At least HE knows how to treat me right."

"I'll show you being treated right!" Kevin raised a hand, the mock symbol of a smacking, but a reaffirming shout from the kitchen broke up their bitchfight. "Molly! Kevin! Separate! NOW!" their mom barked.

"At least stop laying there like a fat ass and let me pout in front of the TV." She pointed to kevin, sprawled out and taking up the entire couch. Kevin just rolled over into the back of the couch, mumbling something inaudible. His teasing had upset his sister. "Fine JERK!"

His sister turned on her heels, pointed her tail straight up (Something she always did when pouting) and marched up the stairs. When a slam echoed from the hallway by the stairs, a thought trawled kevin's mind. 'Maybe I should go do something and let her cool down' he thought.

As much as he loved irritating his sister, there are things he loved doing more. He sat up and rolled the thoughts around in his head, eventually siding on hanging out with a friend, anything to get away from the squealing wolf that was his sister.

With a quick flip of his hand, he produced his cellphone from his pocket and jarbled out a text to his best friend Geoff. "WAT R U UP 2 DOOD", he mouthed as he keyed, chuckling as he put it in his pocket.

He got up and headed for the stairs, the creak of the very first step bringing a "You best not tease your sister!" He rolled his eyes "Yes mooom". "And dont you roll your eyes at me young man!" "Aroo!" He didn't like the idea of his mother being a see all wench of devastation and destruction and decided it was best to leave his sister alone.

At the top of the stairs there was a hall, and at the end of it was his parent's room. Beside it was a closet, then his sister's room, and then his room. So if a fight were to break out it could be instantly handled, more than likely in a painful manner.

When he stepped up to give his door knob a tug, he could hear the typical blabber coming from his sister's room. When not fighting with him she was either on the phone with girls or awing at men of ill repute. Your standard teenage affair. Kevin just shook his head, twisted the knob in his paw and gave a tug.

His room was smaller than his sister's next door, and didn't have anything worthy of real mention. Sure, he had the standard things that any young adult should, but he preferred to save money rather than spend it on furnishings.

He knelt at the side of his bed and pulled a lockbox from under his mattress. Unlike his sister, he actually worked a job for a summer, and he did a fair bit of work during the winter with his old man.

Being the savvy wolf he is, he saved up approximately Three thousand, four hundred and thirty six dollars. He was saving up for a bad ass car, but it was also his supping box for daily activities. His sister hated him for ever saving up that money in the first place since it meant their parents learned the "My kids can earn their own money" lesson.

Just as he had begun to ponder what sort of exuberant voyage he would finance today, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. "Nada, i'm bored." he read softly aloud, mouthing his reply "wan 2 do someting?".

Deciding it was probably best to wait for a reply, he sat on his bed, lock box nudged against the pillows. Since he and his friends had all graduated some time ago, but were far from the age of independence, all sorts of opportunities were his to venture into. He had given serious thought into finding a girl for himself, but he had yet to find anyone that didn't annoy him or remind him of his sister.

His phone buzzed again "Sis is buying beer, come over". Kevin smirked as he typed out "ROGER!".

Grabbing a 20 dollar bill to put towards his friends' family's alcohol expendature, he slammed the top of the lock box down and replaced it between his mattress and bed box. Practically exploding out of his door and jumping the whole 15 steps that made up the stairs, he was about to make for the door.

"Where is my kevie-poo going?"

He growled, hating the pet names his mother so joyously commanded him with. "Going to hang out with my bros! Gah!"

He took the front door's knob in hand and sped out the door, hearing his mother's fading words "You be careful! And no drinking! You know how I feel about...".

Pulling the door shut with a heavy sigh, Kevin observed his surroundings for a moment. In front of their humble american home was a small yard, with a fully grown tree off to the left side. In that tree the birds were chirping, and it pleasantly blocked the sunlight. He took a deep breath and muttered a philosophical phrase that no 20 year old has any habit of saying.

"Damn life is good!". As he walked down the pathway that lead to the sidewalk, he took note of his mothers' dirty chrysler caravan and the empty space next to it. With the same enthusiasm he had for life he shouted "Damn that car is dirty!" and "Damn dad isn't home yet!". Just for the heck of it "Damn damn damn damn damn!" he pumped a fist towards the sky, striking a pose.

The wind howled through the tree and even the birds fell silent, making him feel akward. "Thank goodness he has beer".

His friend Geoff lived about a mile away, and having no transportation meant that Kevin had to 'hoof it'. Luckily it was a mostly straight shot there, meaning it only took him 20 minutes to walk there. He had the natural stamina and speed of a wolf after all! Courtesy of his fathers' genes and his mothers' insistence that he stay healthy! Things he would never think to credit them with.

His parents combined genetics actually made him a pretty stone man. Only 6 feet tall and 180 pounds, he had dark grey fur all over, save for his lighter grey front inherited from his mother, and the broad chest and shoulders of his father. Of course for everything he had, his sister had better.

Kevin knew his mom was good looking, of course he only admitted to it whenever forced to. And as such his sister drew much on his mothers' beauty.

She had lighter grey fur all over, with an almost cream white on her front-side, and a tuft that ran off her neck down to just the top of her cleavage. She even had her mothers' flowing hair that just magically stopped growing once it got below the shoulder line. It's no wonder she was the beauty queen of her highschool clique. Shame school ended for her a year ago, otherwise her looks could have gotten her somewhere.

About halfway to his friend's house, passing a ticket office, he became less occupied with thoughts of his quote-unquote 'damn fine' sister, and more on what he would do when he got to his friends' house.

While his mother would not condone drinking under any circumstances, Geoffs parents didn't care. So long as you pitched in and kept the booze there of course. He didn't really want to drink, and what he wanted to do would have to wait until later. But distraction is distraction, and he desperately needed some. Not for any real reason, but just because it was the young adult thing to do. Especially when every other young beast his age was either drinking or on the prowl for some tail. Drinking would simply have to do.

*knock knock* Kevin waited for a response from inside. Despite living fairly close, Geoff's family lived in the old town, their home an ancient 60's base house design from the age when military airfields were everywhere. They weren't white trash, but there was an axle and a muffler out on the front lawn, and a creaky old rocking chair on the porch which he had no doubt some old man sat in, toting a side by side shotgun to ward of passers-by. The door came open just a crack, brass chain still keeping it locked, only to be quickly shut and flung open with a warm greeting.

"Kevin! Long time no see!"

"Augh!". He forgot how strong Geoff's sister was.

Carolyn was an iguana, like the rest of her family, and she was the largest, bustiest lizard anyone had probably seen. Six foot six, 210 pounds, stronger than an ox and somewhat ditzy, constantly flirting with her flowing blonde hair (how lizards have hair he did not know).

"N-nice to see you too *wheeze* Carolyn."

"Oh mah stars!" She let Kevin slump to the floor, the briefly compacted wolf standing as soon as the darkness that surrounded him under her crushing bear hug started to alleviate.

"I dont guess Geoff is around?" he asked shyly, still a little crushed.

"Oh sure, he's 'round back! Just dont mind ma and pa."

He smiled and nodded as he side-stepped around the gojira in his way. He stopped for a moment to offer his greetings to geoff's parents, two wrinkly skinned, half dead iguana folk that had both lived beyond the age of 90. "Afternoon Mister and Missus!" his cheery greeting only erupting a snore from the wife and a fart from the old man.

He ducked out the screen door to the back and nearly knocked a cold, unopen beer bottle from an extended hand. "Drink up my man, it'll cure what ails ya!".

Using his funky shades-clad eyes, Geoff was able to look at Kevin without so much as moving his head, sprawled out in a rocking chair that overlooked their back yard.

"Thanks bro, you know how it is.".

His friend knew that tone of voice. "Woah woah man, pop a squat over yonder and preach to me your troubles!". By the sound of it he was already a little drunk, also hinted by the three empty bottles next to him.

Kevin plopped himself down in the seat next to the drunken lizard. They may have been born the same month of the same year, but with the shades and fruity Hawaiian shirt his friend looked far more mature than he did. Kevin always tried for the 'rogue' look, popular with the girls even if it just a long sleeved black shirt, jeans and a backwards ballcap.

Kevin pryed up the bottle cap with his powerful wolverine teeth and spat for a bucket full of them, cap clinking on top of the heaping pile.

"*sigh* You know, sister's all up and in my grill, drinking on my cool-aid." He took a drawn out chug, downing a third of the bottle and hissing as the light beer with lime was he least favorite. "She wants to go see some gay ass boy band play live tonight and cried to mom to buy her a ticket."

The chill iguana craned his neck over to his friend and lifted his shades. "Did she?" Acknowledging that his friend had seriously cared about the situation, he gave the only response he could think of. "Bahahaha, heeell no she didnt!".

Geoff lowered his shades and resumed the position he was in, sucking the last lime-tinted gold from the bottle he held.

"I kinda dont want to go home, I know she's gonna take it out on me." Kevin took a swig from his bottle of poison.

"You could always do what I do brotha'" his friend suggested. Unfortunately, this was news to him. "I'm almost afraid to ask what you have in mind".

The bawdy lizard grinned, tossing the bottle as hard as he could, letting it smash against a tree and throw shards of untinted glass into the sunlight, creating an appealing menagerie in the distance. "Give that bitch a ticket to her band show."

Now, ordinarily Kevin would see Geoff for a load off of his mind, not to seek answers. He learned to fear whenever his friend gave an actual, precise answer, as it was either nonsense or painfully accurate to the problem. Kevin choked on a swig of beer, wincing as it burned down his throat.

"*pant* *Pant* Did-*burp* did you really just suggest I spend money? On her!?".

Geoff smiled "Of course. You dont think it gets Carols off my case?"

Kevin thought for a moment, how did he get his sister to do things for him? "I guess you have a point. But she really doesn't deserve it, she's a bitch and you know it."

The iguana fondled a bucket of ice with his tail, hoisting a bottle to his hand. "Heh heh, well you could always make her do something worthwhile for it."

Kevin downed the last of his beer and set the empty bottle to the side "I dont know man, I dont think the parents would be okay with me making her my beer slave.".

The iguana cocked his head at Kevin, obviously displeased with what he muttered. "Come on I was just joking." Kevin gave his friend a fanged smile, the same kind he gave his mom whenever he was in trouble. The iguana handed the unopened beer to his friend, hoisting another one to his other hand with his tail

"Good man, you know I dont like it when people diss my sister."

Kevin bit open the bottle cap, spitting it into the bucket full of them with a resounding *kink-klink*. "Still, how do you get her to buy you this beer and wait on your hand and foot?" he asked with a chug.

"I gave her a ticket to the Blink 182 concert."

Kevin gave a low whistle "Daayum man, I thought they sold out of those days ago."

"I bought it before they sold out dumb ass."

"Tch". Kevin thought for a moment, what could possibly come from giving his sister what she wanted? "So you dont think it'll backfire at all?", erupting a half drunken "Bwhut?" From the lizard's mouth. "I mean, what could I possibly ask of her that's not flat out illegal? She's.... prissy."

Geoff snorted "She could always suck your dick! Ha ha." Kevin rolled his eyes. "More importantly, where would I even get her a ticket? Even the radio shows stopped giving them out. And literally as he had finished saying it...

"Hey Geoffababy!" The screen door flung open as a ditzy lizard stepped out onto the porch, her butch stature making hefty thumps as she stepped across the creaking wooden planks. Her change in appearance was enough to make Kevin spew his whole chug of beer, courteously turning away when he did so.

When Carolyn scooped him up just earlier she was in daisy dukes and a flannel shirt. Now she was in a tight white T shirt and jeans so tight you'd think she painted them on. "Chelsea's out front, gimmee my tickets!" She cupped her hands and bounced on her heels as Geoff dug around in his back pocket. "Oh uhm... here!".

Time literally slowed as Kevin watched the two tickets float down through the air, from his friend's hand into his sister's eagerly cupped clatchers. When they touched down it was like setting off a rocket. "THANK YOUUU!!!" his sister screamed, planting a fat kiss on her brother's cheek and storming through the house like a charging rhino.

The iguana adjusted his now-crooked shades and turned to his friend. "And that mi compadre is how I get her to buy me beer." He bumped the cap off using the rocking chair arm and took a long, wistful swig.

"That still doesn't answer my question as to WHAT I should ask from her ya drunk.".

Geoff rolled a thought around in his head, scratching his chin and raising a finger like he was going to spout some intelligence. Kevin chugged more of his delightfully stingy beer. "Man I dont fuck'n I know! But what I do know is that she's hot. I'd have her suck my dick."

Kevin just laughed "If she did that her jock boyfriend would probably eat you alive."

The lizard laughed "Baha, dude, your sister is FIIINE, i'd die for a little of that." Kevin didn't care for his sister, but even he had enough of the dick talk. "Alright dude. Cut it out." he moaned, quickly downing the last of his 2nd bottle. He wasn't prepared for what the iguana was going to blurt out.

"Dont kill my buzz just because you're too big a pussy to do it." If there's something Kevin didn't like, it was being called a pussy. At least he knew how to play it off cool and mature like a young adult...

"Dont you fuckin' call me no pussy, i'll beat your ass!", he raised the bottle like was going to bring it down vengefully upon his lizard friend's face. The iguana however did know how to play things off cool, being one of the things kevin valued most in his friend. "A'ight, chill man, I know how we can solve this." Kevin set the bottle down, helping himself to another.

"If you tell me to fuck my sister I will go wolf-pack on you." kevin warned, prying another bottle cap up and spitting it to it's rightful resting place *Kink-klink*.

"Better idea, I propose a wager! *hic*".

Kevin stopped short of taking a swig, eying his friend "What kind of wager?" and gulping down a third of the bottle.

"The kind that changes lives man." He could feel the heat building in his face. As his mother put it, 'little wuskies cant hold their drink vewwy well'. He was more than buzzed, but not quite drunk.

"Name your stakes". The iguana removed his shades and clipped them to his fruity shirt pocket, swiftly pulling a ticket from the same pocket with the same hand, a swift motion he no doubt practiced. "I bet you a Blink 182 concert ticket WITH backstage privileges!" Kevin laughed "I dont like their shitty music!".

Geoff shook his head "No no, this is for your sister, you keep that." He placed it in Kevin's hand and closed his fingers around it like a fist. "*hic* My bet is a little sinister, a real man's bet".

If there's anything Kevin liked to think, it was that he was manly. Combine underage drunkenness with explosive retribution and you have his general attitude towards these sorts of things. He chugged the rest of his beer LIKE A MAN! Slamming an empty bottle down next to the others and striking a pose.

"I, Kevin Darlinger Bakersfield humbly accept your wager no matter what the cost!". He was drunk.

"Then it's set. Our wagers will be that ticket. If I win, you have to pay me back the 170 dollars for that ticket." This outraged the savvy wolf. "WHAT!".

"I didn't say that thing was cheap. Even my own sister has a plain front-of-the-stage ticket. " He stuck out his tongue.

"Alright then, what's the bet shifty eyes?".

The iguana mocked him, shifting his eyes all over for a moment. "I want you to get your sister to suck your dick.". It knocked the wind from kevin's lungs.

He didn't want to back down from a bet, especially one that would teach shifty eyes who the real pussy was, but he didn't exactly want to facehump his sister.

"So it's agreed then! Judging by the time i'd say you only have three hours to do it. Hop to it man! Heh heh! *hic*".

Kevin felt like he had been given the death sentence.

"Look dude, that just aint right. It's not like you plow your sister every time she talks your ear off."

"Nor do I plow you whenever you bitch my ear off about your sister." The iguana readjusted himself to his prior position, slowly unfolding his shades and placing them back on his face.

"And besides, she'd probably just tell on me and have me mega-disowned by my folks."

Geoff thought up a witty argument against Kevins' fears. "Nahhh it's all good. She wants that ticket right?"

Kevin looked down at the ticket in his paw. She did want to go badly, but he didn't know just how bad.

"And it's only bad if you suddenly feel the burning desire to make her your life partner and start a little clan of cubs on your own like the freaky canines you are."

He did have a point. Getting head wasn't sex. He closed the ticket in his hand and sighed, thinking once more as to what he should do. "Come ooon. *hic* Do it ya big pussy!".

Kevin began a slow waltz up to the front door of his house, still a little buzzed and clutching that ticket in his hand like a detonator switch for a drama bomb. He thought hard about it for the whole twenty minute walk home, and he still wasn't sure if he'd be able to do it.

Dad's shiny red mustang was in the driveway, but the caravan was not. His sister might not even be home.He wasn't sure to be thankful of the chance or to feel doomed as a man who lost a stupid, drunken bet.

He lazily fumbled a key from his pocket and unlocked the front door, creeping around it and gently shutting it. It sounded like his parents were gone, dad certainly wasn't to be heard cussing at things in the garage or on the couch watching his court shows.

He hollered out "Moom? Daad?" through cupped hands, erupting an almost irritated "Grocery day retard!" from up stairs. If he was going to do this, he was going to have to do it quick. After a quick checking over and dumping of his cap downstairs, he crept up the stairs and stopped in front of his sisters' bedroom door. Hand poised to knock, he could hear her still jammering on the phone.

"I uh have a suprise for you!" He grit his teeth as he said it, picking the entirely wrong tone to convey that message with. He heard a muffled "Hold on whitney, turd bucket wants something" followed by a familiar face looking through a cracked door. Phone still at her ear "What do you want fuckface?".

With a flick of his wrist, he held the ticket up for his sister to see. She stammered for a moment "Uhhh wh-wh-whitney i'll have to call you back" (Girl dont you hang up on me-*klik*).

She swung the door open and lunged at the ticket, falling just short as Kevin raised it as soon as the door came open.

"GIVE. ME. THAT. TICKET!" Molly demanded in the fear inducing tone their mother would use. She grabbed fistfulls of his shirt, bringing his chest to hers "Dont make me hurt you-"

"Cut the rough stuff or the ticket gets it." Kevin arched his neck so that he was dangling the ticket right above his maw, like he was going to eat it. Molly just glared at him and let his shirt go. It was only then that he realised she had on her mosh pit finger-gloves and wristbands.

She really did want to be at that concert. Although she had just a camisole top and shorts on, with her self defined 'ladies' toe-less thigh highs. Not slut wear, just comfy house clothes that 'intice' the boys that she fails to prey on.

"First things first. We have some terms to talk over." He tilted his head towards her door "may I?".

Molly knew he only put on the cocky bastard routine when he had something in mind. Her eyes were more fixated on that ticket in his hand though.

Kevin waltzed over to her bed and took a seat. Despite having the larger room, Molly was unkempt and had clothes over here, things in boxes over there, but at least she had a clean bed. Molly shut the door behind her and stood menacingly over the seated wolf. However, kevin didn't expect what she did next.

Molly got on her knees and put her paws together, looking directly into kevin's eyes, her own emerald eyes pretty breathtaking to look in when they weren't hampered by molly's smug face, and begged her brother for that ticket. "Please, PLEASE you HAVE to give me that ticket! I'll do anything! Please!".

Kevin had a good look at her 'mark' on her muzzle. What his dad called the "mark of a warrior" was a white mark that ran horizontally where the muzzle joins the face, with a little stripe between the eyes. It's a symbol of strength, and his sister was the opposite of that.

He eyed the cream that went from her nose and jaw all the way down her midsection, looking away as he eyed down to her cleavage. Molly just made 'the' face at him. "What are you thinking you perv?".

Kevin let out a heavy sigh. "So, you want this ticket?"

He waived it in front of her, making her go sparkly eyed. "Yes I would love it if you gave me that ticket.". Given the promise of a treat, the dog will more likely obey. Of course, it didn't help that Kevin didn't know how to ask what he had to, as per the rules of the bet. He tried what he called being blunt.

"Well Molls, for starters you can lose the top." Molly tilted her head, the natural reaction a canine has when confronted with something they dont quite get.

Expecting instant retaliation he shut his eyes and turned away. Interestingly, he was met with absolute obedience. He heard Molly's camisole top fwip up and over her shoulders and crumple to the floor. "You can look you pervert.".

Hesitant, Kevin kept his eyes shut and sort of just cowered in place. Something he figured Molly would catch on to. "Listen Kevin, if you have the balls to get me on my knees like this, you can man up and look at your friggin sisters' titties.". He gulped and slowly opened his eyes.

Starting from the floor he slowly looked up, wincing once he got to Molly's midriff. Once he laid eyes on her sumptuous breasts, his eyes went wide and his jaw slacked. He blushed harder than he ever had, even more than when Molly told his classmates in kindergarten that he was a bed wetting puppy. Consequentially, that off thought of anger and how this could be his vengance has fueled his attitude.

"Damn sis, you fiine.". He gave molly a fanged smile, making her stand.

"Can I have my ticket now?" She stood and stuck her hands on her hips, breasts jostling with the motion. Kevin chuckled lightly, likely 'dorky' to his sister.

"Hmm... no, I think I want to see more."

Molly's hands went from firmly on her hips to clasped in front of them. She gave kevin a look he had never seen from her before. Her emerald eyes shot at him, almost as if they were digging into his soul. He couldn't tell if he should feel bad or encouraged by the look. Being the naive, half-aroused male he was he decided he felt encouraged.

"Lose em." He said demanding.

Molly sighed and had her thumbs in the rim of her shorts, stopped short by her brother. Kevin kept a toothy smile plastered on his face as he told her easily the most commanding thing he's ever said to her.

"Turn around and bend over while you do it." And on command his sister smirked, swaying her hips around delightfully and sticking her tail out as she slowly drew down her shorts, Kevins' eyes glued to her rump every seccond.

"Y-you wear a thong?" he sputtered out, shocked by his grey and white sister's dark blue thong, clinging helplessly to her shapely rear. "You wouldn't understand, it's a girl thing." Molly told him, somewhat more relaxed.

Without any warning, his temporary hostage pulled the same maneuver as before, only instead drawing down her one piece of dignity and making Kevin's nose run bloody.

"There. Anything else you want me to do? Kevin?" Too distracted by the loss of his virgin eyes to notice the change in her voice, her brother could only stammer out what was pulsing through his veins. "Molls... y-you're amazing.".

His breathing was heavy and his manhood was at full attention, he was genuinely in love with his sister then and there. Her figure anyway. He was drawn out of his lusting haze by snapping fingers.

"Helooo? Take a picture whydoncha, it'll last longer!" Molly crossed her arms under her breasts, lifting them some and causing her brother's maleness to throb. "C-can I!?" kevin blurted out. It shocked molly some.

"Oh hell no, this concert is only for one night, so is your little peep show." This actually saddened him some. As much as he'd love to have nudies of his sister just to make her life hell, he was very impressed with her. "That's a shame sis, you're gorgeous.". His sister actually blushed at her brothers' admiration. Flustered, she scritched on her elbow and looked to the side as she folded her arms across her chest.

"L-look, why are you being so weird about this?" She pouted, tail pointing out. Kevin shook his head and tried to focus. "A-Anyway, i'm not done with you.". This erupted a squeal from Molly's mouth that could be described as 'excited' as easily as 'confused'. "What do you have in mind?".

Kevin spread his legs at the question she gave, letting his sister get an eyeful of her own. "Um... are you serious?" she quipped as she eyed Kevin's crotch.

Afraid he had gone too far and was on the verge of disownment, he pushed through with a dry swallow and a lick of his lips. He spoke almost regretfully "Molls, if you want this ticket, you're going to have to suck...". He couldn't bring himself to finish his thought.

"You?" his sister finished for him, pointing a black fingernail at his lap. "Y-yeah.".

Not sure what to expect, the two just remained motionless for a moment. Molly rolled the idea around in her head, hand on an elbow and chin in her other hand.

Kevin's heart was racing, his breathing was uneven and he had begun to sweat. Worse yet, his fully erect malehood was coming close to letting out all the way.

"*sigh* Why not? If you tell anyone you're just as dead as I am.".

Kevin felt his heart stop. As his sister slowly stepped towards him, he had held his breath. He felt like he was in trouble, like this was it for him.

His sister knelt between his legs as she tugged on his pants to get him to set closer to the edge. He scoot forward, practically putting his bulge in molly's muzzle. Molly hesitated, looking lost as to what to do first. "S-so? Get to it!" Kevin demanded, embarrassed.

His sister let out an anxious sigh and undid the button at the hem of his jeans. Slowly she slid down his zipper and pulled her brother's suspiciously tight jeans down to his ankles, skipping the pant legs over his feet.

Kevin felt that the tables had turned. He was so embarrassed that he felt as if he were bright red. He was in a position he could have never imagined (As most probably could not), in his boxers and super hard, with his sister Molly at the controls. She herself was a little awed by the size of her brother's wang. Her face went from curious to interested and she pulled down his land remaining shred of dignity.

Now, Kevin wasn't super hung, but he was more hung than the average male. Courtesy the genes of his father his malehood stood nearly 9 inches in length out of his sheath. It was jet black, slick, and throbbing stiff enough to stand on it's own. Molly was at a loss for words, but not at a loss for action.

She gingerly touched a finger to the underside of his thick canine cock and the body it was attached to went completely rigid. "Arooo!" Kevin blurt out, a feral noise he made when most pleased. A noise he hadn't made since summer camp during his youth.

Molly winced from the howl and slowly wrapped a paw around her brother's meaty cock "Oooh sensitive are ya?". Kevin nodded as he winced, spine tingling pleasure making his tail thrash. He was already dripping with pre from simply being held, so you can imagine how badly he was gushing as soon as his sister's furry paw began to stroke him.

"Damn Kevs! My paw is already sticky with your gunk."

"S-sorry..." he moaned, pleased with his sister's pet name for him. After a few quick strokes, Molly made a quick deduction using "Ladies math" in her head and moved her maw close to her brother's tool. But instead of chowing down, she let out a heavy breath over it. Kevin could feel his balls twitch painfully with every warm coat of air that bathed across his throb-dancing member.

His eyes were glued shut by the waves of pleasure coursing through his hips, his hands clutching bedsheets. He nearly lost it when he felt something pucker to the head of his cock.

Uncontrollably his hips gently pressed into whatever it was, causing the one doing it to let out a hollow moan. The sound broke him, making his eyes shoot open as he saw and felt unimaginable things happening to him. He himself started to croon as molly slowly let his thick member puncture her lips and begin to glide over her tongue. He was having enough trouble keeping his hips from full on bucking into her face.

Molly pulled back from being less than three inches on and let it back into her maw. She repeat this, exciting short gasps from her brother every time she let his cock back in. She slowly went deeper, Kevin keeping mental note of the inches she consumed. Four, five, five and a half, six, all the way until her snout was pressed firmly into his sheath.

Feeling himself coming close, he attempted to warn his sister. "Grrrrrraaahhh SHIT" But his knot finally popped out from his bulging sheath, making him grit his teeth and grunt in pain. The end of his sheath wasn't supposed to deal with something like THAT.

The most impressive feature of the canine anatomy has to be the Bulbus Glandis. AKA, the knot. Kevin of which had one as big as a fist, minus the thumb.

Molly slowly drew her maw off of her brother's malehood and wiped her mouth with the back of her paw. Taking Kevin's dick in hand, she gently pulled it to the side, pinning her maw between his leg and his now knot bearing member as she tongued his knot. Gently stroking him and mouthing at his knot definitely had him on edge. "Sis... gonna-ah..."

Taking the hint, Molly withdrew her beautiful maw and licked up her brother's thick shaft, scooting over to the side as she feverishly beat him off with her paws. Kevin's lower body tensed up and his balls sucked to the inside of his sheath, his toes curled and he bit into his lip as a freight train came barreling down his aching doggy dong, a cute "S-Siiis!!" escaping his now bleeding lips.

Molly kept pawing as her brother's balls spewed forth the perfect consistency... well, jizz! Easily shooting over four feet, each lurch of white that gushed out of his awesome male specimen gave a nice sopping *splurch* as they hit the carpet.

Even after he stopped spraying like a firehose, he kept orgasming.

Over and over again until even the cum that was barely dribbling out stopped, and even then his member kept on dry heaving.

He could see a suprisingly pleased look on his sister's face, along with an almost devious expression as her wrist quickly flicked from her side to her crotch and back to her side.

Kevin flopped back on his sister's bed, vision fady and seeing stars as his sore cock started to deflate. His mind felt like it was submerged in mud and his dick felt like it was going to fall off. His hamstrings hurt and even his tail was konked at an angle from the hurt. A couple of snaps brought him back to.

"Heeeeyy. Brother!" Molly barked. Kevin couldn't even lean up to see her so he simply flopped his head over and looked at her. "Yeeahhhh ssssiiss?"

Molly blushed and giggled in a way Kevin never heard from her. "I'll, um, be taking my ticket now. If that's okay with you."

"Ye-yeeahhh.".

His sister snatched the ticket from his hand and bounced around in joy. "YEEESS!! Yesyesyesyesyesyes!". Her jiggling rear and swinging breasts managed to bring some life into Kevin's already sore crotch, making him moan in pain as he leaned up. Molly stepped in front of him and put a finger under his chin, drawing his face upward from her knee-highs to her moist cunt, to her chest, and then her eyes.

"Well brother of mine it's been fun. But i'm afraid i'm going to have to ask you to G-T-F-O." "Wha-OOMPH!"

Before he knew what was going on Kevin had landed face first in the hallway, door slamming behind him. When he turned around to tell his sister WTF, his face was met with boxers and a pair of jeans, a brief glance of his mostly-nude sister now burned into his mind as the door slammed.

Too drained to shower he bottomlessly slumped into his room and flopped onto his bed.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he lazily picked it up. "Will be home soon with groceries!", it was his mother. No doubt with dad.

He could hear excited squeals and yammering coming from next door, he assumed his sister called her friend back and told her the 'good' news. A few minutes later he heard the door beside his slam and an excited wolfy pattering down the stairs and out the front door.

With a sigh of relief he rested his sore hips and nearly fell asleep. For a short while until he heard the door downstairs swing open and a familiar holler come up the stairs. "Kevin! Help us unload these groceries!".

He slumped out front, thankfully clad in pants, and lazily waltzed over to the back of his mom's caravan. Crammed full of paper sacked groceries he went to grab an armful... until he was stopped by his dad.

Simply put, his dad was large, muscular and exuded authority. The words that came out of his mouth shocked Kevin. "Son... why do you smell like sweat and shame?"

Keven thought for a moment and weakly laughed. "Heh, well because dad. I'm never going to hear the end of this concert from my dearest sister Molly."

"What do you mean?" His dad asked, strong arming four bags of groceries.

"Let's just say that this is the first, and last, time I rush out against the clock to buy Molly a ticket."

"Huh, I never thought i'd see the day that you do something selfless for her, even if it was getting a ticket for her god awful boy band concert. Good for you son." He pat his son's back in the typical slightly-too-hard fashion Kevin was accustomed to.

While Kevin and his father walked towards the front door, Kevin asked jokingly "Hey dad, are you sure there's no horse in our bloodline anywhere?" This nearly made him drop the groceries he held.

"Boy what did I tell you about our heritage!?" Kevin wanted to facepalm, but he couldn't because his arms were full of groceries. Never, EVER, joke with dad about heritage.