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Warm sunlight streamed through the window of Scamp’s room, and the familiar mixture of warmth and brightness gently drifted over him. He shifted and squinted against the sunbeams as they reached his eyes, gradually waking him up. Flecks of dust and dog hair glittered in the sunlight, drifting and twirling lazily in the air as he took in the true silence of early morning. Not even Aunt Sarah could be heard throughout the house. Everything felt at ease, suspended in this soothing little moment.

As he shifted, beginning to stretch out, he nudged Angel’s sleeping form, and she groaned lightly in her sleep. Scamp readjusted himself, pulling her closer to him, and he rested his head against her shoulder.

It took him a minute or two to remember that, not only was Angel’s fur not this long, but she was also out of town, and had been for the past week. Blinking his eyes awake, he found himself face-to-face with Annette, who was looking back at him groggily.

She smiled sleepily. “Good morning, lover.”

The events of the previous day crashed into him like a tidal wave.

The glade in the park. The sway of her hips. The fire in her eyes, and the sweet taste of her depths. It all came back like a vivid dream, and he could hardly believe that it wasn’t.

He tried to blink the sleep from his eyes, still working to connect all of the pieces of the previous day. Despite everything he remembered, he was pretty sure they hadn’t gone to sleep together. Yet here she was. Right next to him.

“Um, good morning, Annette. Have you…did we, that is…?”

Somehow, she figured out what he was asking. “Have I been here all night? Curled up all alone with my handsome brother?” Her eyes glinted with mischief as she paused. “Unfortunately, no. Someone thought it would too suspicious if I spent the night here. I’ve been here maybe about…ten minutes?”

He tried to ignore the way her sultry tone made his heart flutter. He remembered that conversation now. The way she had tried to ware him down, the burning feeling of her kiss along his body. Her hushed voice.

The whole night, just to ourselves.

He sat up a little, trying to shake himself off. “Uh huh. Just ten minutes.”

More fully awake, he tried to take stock of the situation. He tilted his head to look out the door, listening to the complete silence. Judging from the light coming through the window as well, it seemed it was still relatively early.

Annette twisted over to look at him better. “Don’t worry,” she said, apparently still reading his thoughts. “Everyone is still fast asleep.”

He took a breath, tentatively laying back down, and Annette snuggled back into him. He tensed, wavering for a moment, before hesitantly reaching his forelegs around her. She immediately curled up closer to him, and his heart skipped a beat as she tucked in tight against him. Despite his initial anxiety, the closeness of her, and her warm, familiar scent filling his nose, had a soothing effect, and he found himself relaxing a little.

Time passed like that for a little while, the two of them laying there together, not saying anything. It was possible that Annette had gone back to sleep, but Scamp just listened to her calm, even breaths and considered this moment between them.

It was odd, but nice. They’d never shared a moment like this. Not yesterday, and certainly not ever before. But something about having her tucked up against him made him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

He was surprised by how much he liked it.

“Maybe I should’ve let you spend the night here after all,” he muttered, mostly to himself.

But Annette nuzzled into him with a hum of satisfaction. Awake after all. “I guess you’ll just have to start trusting me, then.”

“Mmm. I’m still not convinced you had a way of explaining it to Collette and Danielle but,” he rested his head on top of hers, letting out a more genuinely relaxed breath. “Maybe.”

He tried to hold on to that peaceful feeling for as long as he could, not wanting to pop their comforting little bubble. But as the minutes passed, countless doubts and worries began circling around in his mind, growing and slithering their way to the forefront of his thoughts. Yesterday had been like a fever dream, a blurry haze of lust, and in the clarity of the morning, he was stuck with the cold reality of everything that had happened.

He'd had sex with Annette. Right in the middle of her heat, he’d succumb to a moment of weakness, giving in to his own primal desires and he’d had sex with his sister. There was every likelihood that he’d…

“Erh. So. About yesterday,” he started softly, trying to keep himself from a thought spiral.

“Mmhmm?” Annette replied simply.

“I just…I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Noticing his nervous tone, she blinked her eyes awake, stretching and turning to face him. But there was no worry in her features. She still seemed perfectly contented.

“I already told you yesterday, didn’t I?” she asked.

I’m yours, Scamp.

He shivered, remembering her airy, bliss-filled voice. “Right. Yeah, you did. Yesterday was just…well, yesterday.” She gave him a confused frown, and he tried again. “I guess I just…you aren’t worried about…what we did?”

“No.” her tone was calm, but firm. “Are you?”

Her gentle, patient stare made him feel self-conscious. “I…Well. I guess, I just, I only wanted to make sure that—after yesterday, I mean, we did a lot of things and…I just wanted to be sure that I didn’t—that you were…” None of his words were coming out right, and Annette giggled at how flustered he was. It only made it worse.

"As your brother Annette I—I mean…well…shit you were in heat and I really should’ve—”

“Scamp. Scamp!”

Annette pressed her paws against his chest, moving overtop him and putting their faces just inches apart. “Look at me,” she spoke forcefully, but her expression quickly softened. She smiled at him. “It’s alright. You’re fine. I’m fine. I’m happy.”

He looked into her eyes, trying to find any hint of worry or reluctance in them. But it was just the same beautiful face. The same deep eyes filled with compassion and love.

“I don’t regret a single thing, alright?”

His eyes darted towards her mouth, the confidence in her voice making him falter. It shouldn’t be so simple. They’d done something wrong, hadn’t they? He should feel bad about this, shouldn’t he? Annette hadn’t been in her right mind. Neither of them had. There was no way that she could really…that he would…

But the weight of her paws on his chest was making his heart pound. The closeness of her face, her lips, were all making it so hard to focus, her passionate words overpowering all of his logical resistance.

His voice wavered. “Not even…you know…”

He couldn’t manage it. Couldn’t manage to say it out loud. As if that would make it more true. That reality. But Annette just shook her head.

“Not even that. This wasn’t just about my heat, Scamp. This was about us. This was my decision.”

And then her mouth touched his, and every other thought in his head went out of focus.

He was suddenly back in the park again. A fire reignited in his chest, and Scamp found himself instantly leaning back into the kiss. He sank beneath the force of the sensations. Her addicting intensity, the feeling of her body pressed against his, the light huffs of her breath each time they broke apart.

He tasted her. Her tongue plunged into his mouth and danced with his. He felt his cock stir, and Annette writhed against him, her soft fur brushing against his sensitive member as it rose up between them.

She pulled away first. Standing up over top of him, she was suddenly a vision of the haughty, self-assured sister he’d always known: a girl who gets everything she wants.

“So, did you have any other questions for me?” She asked with a smirk.

He huffed a laugh at her sudden shift in attitude, but the truth was that he did. Even through the rush of unexpected passion, a large part of him still hesitated, fighting to pull his thoughts clear. In fact, if anything, he felt like he had even more questions now. About himself, about her, about them. But he had no idea where to begin, or even how to how to approach everything he was feeling.

So instead, he simply asked, “What now?”

“Now?” Slowly, she walked backwards, never taking her eyes off of him, even as she crouched down to where his cock stood semi-erect. “I just spent the past week seducing a handsome, trustworthy, wonderful male.”

She lay down between his legs. “I wore down his defenses, pushed at his patience, and all but drove him crazy until he finally gave in. Giving me the good hard breeding I deserved.”

His cock flexed involuntarily, his body burning up under her complements, even as his heart raced from that final truth laid bare.

Annette lowered her head, kissing her muzzle submissively against his bright red flesh. “And now I plan to return the favour.”

Before Scamp could compose any kind of response, Annette turned her full attention to his throbbing cock. She started slowly, kissing and licking along the length of his member, working around his sheath, sucking delicately on his tip before lowering her mouth down onto his shaft. Her tongue swirled around his length, lapping eagerly at any precum that leaked from his tip, and with each motion she took more and more of him, slowly wrapping her warm mouth down towards his base.

Before long she had developed a steady rhythm, bobbing hypnotically on his dick, working to take his full, swollen knot. Contrasted with the frantic, sloppy fervor from the day before, today she was sensual and graceful, every movement carefully and diligently put towards milking his cock with her soft, inviting maw.

She shut her eyes in an expression of bliss, and he almost came from the sight of it. It was hard to believe that Annette, the proud and independent sister whom he’d always seen as a bit cold and distant, now lay subserviently between his legs, reverently sucking him off.

He shivered, feeling her cold snout press against his sensitive flesh as she moved down to lick at his balls.

“Do you like that?” she asked. “Having your sister’s mouth wrapped around your dick?” She met his eyes again, though she didn’t stop what she was doing. “Having a bitch eager to suck you off. To worship your cock?”

His body trembled as he held her stare, watching her slowly wrap her mouth back around him. It took significant willpower not to thrust his hips, to rut her face until he knotted that sweet, inviting depth. But he took a breath. He would let her set the pace, and he grit his teeth to stay in control.

Despite his best efforts, however eventually he felt his restraint slipping away. His cock began twitching helplessly in Annette’s mouth, and he let out a rather unbecoming whimper as he approached his limit.

“Annette…I’m about to—"

She immediately stopped, dragging her tongue one final time along his pulsing member before pulling away. Scamp choked on a growl at being cut off at the very last moment, but his climax settled.

She smirked at him. “Ah, ah, ah. You want it? Come get it.”

He held his sister’s gaze, eyes narrowing at her challenge. At first, he figured she was just toying with him, but then something about her posture made him hesitate. She was trying to look relaxed, but kept shifting her weight, fidgeting just enough to be noticeable.

She was nervous about something.

It was the same thing she had done yesterday, he realized. Pushing him right to the edge but making him take the last step himself. She wanted to make sure it was his choice just as much as hers. He could put a stop to this now if he wanted to. Now was his chance to take a step back, to slow things down. Be reasonable and get a logical handle on the situation again.

He hesitated for about a second before leaping up towards her.

He knocked Annette onto her back, reorienting himself to stand over her. Surprise flashed on her features as he loomed there, a reversal of their position from only moments ago. Scamp’s face hovered inches from hers, but he found himself caught by one last bit of hesitation.

She’d planned everything out from the start. She’d spent days winding him up and toying with him until he’d been poised to snap. She’d basically manipulated him into…knocking her up. She’d set him up. He’d have every right to feel played. To feel used.

But he’d liked it.

And he’d be a fool not to admit that he’d known what she was doing. He’d had every chance to put a stop to it, but he never did. Because he hadn’t wanted to.

He’d loved the way she’d made him feel desired, made him feel special. But even more than that, he’d actually just loved spending time with her. She was bold and confident, but also really sensitive and caring. He didn’t know when his feelings for Annette had shifted, but looking into her eyes, he couldn’t deny the way he yearned for her touch, the way she made his head spin and his stomach twist. The way she made his heart race.

This was about us.

“Are you sure?” his voice finally came out, barely above a whisper.

She smiled, “I’ve never been more sure.”

So he kissed her.

She moaned into him, and the whole world seemed to fade into the background. With each passing second, he felt hungrier, more frenzied, more desperate for her. He wanted to explore every inch of her, to taste her, know her, inside and out, and he could never get enough.

It was only with a gargantuan amount of restraint that he eventually pulled back. He felt his sister’s hot breath on his fur as they both panted raggedly, and his cock strained painfully against her stomach.

Not wanting to waste time untangling from her, he shifted his body lower, using his larger size to try and align himself properly over her tight entrance. Annette looked at him with confusion, but her eyes widened as his cock brushed against her slit. It wasn’t the easiest position, having tried it only once with Angel, but the added intimacy more than made up for it.

He slipped and grinded himself against her soft mound, moistening it with her residual spit as he awkwardly tried to line himself up. His tip pressed and pulled at the soft folds of her vulva, and after a minute Annette tried to hoist her hips upwards, giving him better access to her glistening spade.

It was a game of patience, ungraceful and slow. More precum oozed from the tip of his cock, and Annette only got increasingly wet from the accidental teasing, which in turn only made their efforts more difficult. It was a vulnerable experience, each of them occasionally groaning in frustration when his dick slipped away, chuckling together as Scamp humped frustratingly against her stomach.

Finally, he raised his hips up, arching his back at just the right angle that when he thrust forward his tip locked between the silky lips of her pussy, and began to spread her apart. The two of them held there for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes. There was nowhere to hide, no feral instincts or raging hormones to blame. Just the pure, twisted love between two siblings.

And then Scamp made love to his sister.

He started slow, savouring the feeling of her pussy. Her smooth, warm depths pulled wonderfully at him, and he could feel her walls clenching as he entered her. There was no rush to either of their movements, gentle passion fueling their leisurely pace as they explored each other. They had rutted each other senseless yesterday, but today, he wanted savour every inch of her soft, inviting cunt.

He split her sex wide as he pressed against her, her tunnel clenching and wrapping around him euphorically, pulling him deeper and deeper inside. Her tight lips clung to him with each stroke, and the awkward angle meant it took extra effort to pull his cock from her pussy before plunging back inside again.

It was an unusual experience, being able to look at her as they fucked. He could see her pleasure shifting and growing in her expression. Lust, desire, and intense love all burning in her eyes. His heart pounded in his ears as he gazed at her. She looked so open, so honest, her emotions so fully on display that he felt like he was truly seeing her for the first time.

He didn’t think she’d ever looked more beautiful.

You’re mine.

The thought came unbidden, but a warmth bloomed in his chest as he considered it. It was something he’d said yesterday in the heat of the moment, but now it felt tangible. Felt real. It pushed him to speed up, and he leaned down, kissing her as he ground his knot against her dripping slit. He’d gotten her pregnant. Claimed her as his own.

The thought made him so hard.

She moaned into his mouth. Whispering, chanting his name, as he moved along her chin, working towards her neck, where he growled possessively. He scraped his teeth gingerly against her skin, and Annette arched her head back, offering her body to him fully.

“You’re mine. You’re mine. You’re mineyou’remineyouremine—”

Her pussy clamped down on him as he rumbled the words against her throat. The two of them worshiped each other, becoming inseparably entwined. Scamp felt himself falling deeper and deeper into the sensations, and he sped up. Before long, his cock hammered into her pussy, stretching her depths to accommodate his unusual angle.

She didn’t seem to mind. “Yes Scamp!!!, just like that, pound me, fuck me, yes YES YES YES!!”

He pushed deeper, leaning himself farther over her in order to drill down into her cunt even harder. Her hips hoisted upwards, hindlegs raising up towards her chest, and he bore into her from this adjusted angle. His balls slapped audibly against her tailhole, and their shared juices coated their fur, dripping down onto the floor as he worked to thrust deeper, lower, and harder.

“Fuck! Scamp yesssss, like that—fuck me— so deep, Fuck yes I’m AAH—mphff!

Annette let out a sharp moan as she came, and Scamp tried to keep her quiet by pressing his mouth to hers once more. Her pussy gushed with juices as her inner walls tightened around him like a vice grip.

He rutted into her with redetermined fervor, that same feral passion from the day before beginning to take control. His knot battered her soaked entrance, and her body rocked each time he slammed into her hips. He scraped against her clit, and he felt her quiver in pleasure, her moans going incoherent.

“Not so cocky now, are you?” He growled out, that fiery dominance rising from his chest. “Is my little slut of a sister getting everything she wanted?”

“YESHHH_~_!!”

He grinned at her euphoric expression, her legs splayed up, flailing in rhythm with his thrusts, and as he approached his own climax, an idea dawned on him. A little payback for her toying with him earlier.

He slowed down slightly, letting her refocus a little, and grinded his knot against the folds of her drooling hole. “You wanted to worship my cock? Eager to suck your brother off like a good, submissive bitch?”

She shivered at the sudden pressure on her entrance but managed to put her words together. “Yesssh, please! I promise I’m a good bitch!!”

He smirked, picking up the pace again.

“Then open wide and finish what you started!”

Resisting the primal urge to hilt his knot deep into her cunt, Scamp pulled out at what felt like the last possible moment. Practically leaping over her, he positioned himself just past her head, thrusting down to press his cock into her awaiting mouth.

Somehow, his aim was true, and Annette let out a sound of surprise as he forcefully hilted her face. To her credit, she adapted quickly. Tilting her head up for a better angle, her jaw stretched wide as he pressed his knot into her mouth. Her teeth touched gently against his groin, but she moved carefully, sucking and lapping at his length with gentle care.

The feeling of her swirling, pulsing tightness was more than enough to push him over the edge, and Scamp’s cock spasmed as he came. He shot jet after jet of warm cum down her throat, and it wrapped around him, squeezing him each time she swallowed down his seed.

His balls clenched where they rested on her chin, and he humped gently against her muzzle. He reveled in the dominant feeling of standing over a female, of having her face buried between his legs. It fueled the sensations, and his climax just seemed to stretch on. At a certain point it was all he could do to keep upright. Annette apparently determined to draw out every drop of cum he had.

Finally, though, it began to sputter to a stop, and once his knot had deflated a little, he gingerly clambered off of her. Annette gasped for air as he did, coughing and sputtering heavily.

His stomach immediately plummeted. “Annette! I’m so sorry, are you alright?”

She heaved a few more breaths, clearing her throat and blinking furiously. His sexual bliss was replaced with cold mortification. How could he have been so stupid, so selfish, so inconsiderate, So—

“_Fuck…_that was…hot.” Annette’s voice broke through his thoughts, still panting.

“…What?”

She turned her face to him, and her eyes were hazy with pleasure. Noticing the concern on his face, her expression focused a little. “I’m fine Scamp, I promise.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” She chuckled lightly. “I might need a little more practice at that, though. Or at least a bit more warning next time.”

A mixture of relief and afterglow crashed back into him, and Scamp flopped down beside her, suddenly exhausted.

He smiled sheepishly, still embarrassed about losing control. “Sorry.”

But Annette firmly shook her head. “I like seeing that side of you, you know.” She leaned in closer to him, “The part that knows what he wants, and is willing to take it.”

She kissed him again, but something about her words stuck with him, echoing around in his head.

The part that knows what he wants.

He let his concerns rise back to the surface. That logical part of him knew that this was a bad idea. Even aside from the fact that he was cheating on Angel, there were so many reasons why it was incredibly risky. There were so many things that could go wrong.

And yet, looking at Annette now, he also knew that he couldn’t go back. That didn’t want to. He still loved Angel, he knew that deep in his heart, but there was also no denying this now. That possessive, protective feeling also burned for Annette, completely unyielding to any kind of logic.

“As nice as this is,” Annette commented, pulling him from his thoughts. “I think I might enjoy it a little more on the bed, rather than the hard floor.”

Clambering to her feet, she sauntered away, rolling into the pile of blankets. Her fur took on a golden shimmer in the sunlight, and he was struck once again by how incredibly beautiful she was. How beautiful she had always been, having only noticed it recently. He felt a sudden pride, a swell in his chest as he gazed at her. It was strange. She was still the same annoying, bossy sister he had grown up with, the same one he had always loved, but now somehow…different. It was a simultaneously familiar yet foreign kind of feeling. A feeling of love.

And then Annette looked at him with that face. The same “come hither” look that had been his undoing, unraveling him over the past week, wrapping him irreversibly around her paw. He felt his cock begin to harden again, getting ready for round two, and Scamp grinned mischievously as he stalked towards her.

He knew what he wanted. And he promised to himself that he would make this work.

***

The next few days were an absolute whirlwind.

If Angel was gentle and soothing, Annette was like a firecracker. She was so passionate and intense, so insatiable that it was unavoidably contagious. It reminded Scamp of those few, fleeting days out on the streets. Wild, and dangerous, and free. It was a feeling he’d almost forgotten, something he’d thought he’d given up. He barely had time to catch his breath, but at the same time, he couldn’t ever remember feeling so energized, so giddy.

Annette loved seeing him cut loose. Loved pushing him to his limits, challenging him to go just one step further. She loved drawing that feral, dominating energy out of him. The secrecy, the risk, the wrongness, she seemed to thrive on all of it. She was all desires and instinct, and she absolutely ripped through his carefully constructed barriers of sensibility and reason.

They were on each other whenever they could be. If they couldn’t sneak off to Scamp’s room, a quick moment in the hall would have to suffice. Once, Annette had sucked him off in the yard outside, the two of them tucked behind a tree, barely hidden from where Collette and Danielle were playing. They’d gotten so close to being caught that as payback, Scamp had woken Annette up with his head between her soft spade, eating her out as their sisters lay sleeping only a few feet away.

She was a terrible influence, and he loved every moment of it.

And each time they didn’t get caught, he found himself feeling bolder, more confident, and self-assured. He leaned into Annette’s excitement. He was still worried about Angel, of course, and there were times when he still doubted himself, but he was finally starting to notice just how exhausting it was to continually put yourself second, to continually push your own wants to the back of your mind. Now that he’d tasted freedom, even for a moment, going back to that way of thinking seemed utterly suffocating.

Could this really be such a bad idea? They were making risky choices, sure, but was he really supposed to feel guilty about these feelings for Annette? This bold, fiery desire that filled him with passion and joy? How could something that feels so good, so right, possibly be wrong? The more time that passed, the more difficult it was for him to feel like it was.

And then, of course, there was the issue of Collette and Danielle.

Now that he had crossed that line with Annette, it was like the floodgates had been opened. Suddenly, overnight, someone had replaced his awkward, childhood sisters with confident, sensual females. Whenever he was alone with them, or he got a particularly pungent whiff of one of their heats, his thoughts started wandering in dangerous directions. It was dizzying, and his moral reasoning was a lot less sturdy than it had been a few days ago.

He noticed the way Collette’s fur shone like silk, the way it accentuated her lithe figure, and her graceful, delicate movements. He saw the irresistible curves of Danielle’s hips, the sturdiness of her chest, the way she so often—seemingly entirely accidentally—put her full, swollen mound on display for him. Teasing. Taunting.

Why shouldn’t I be interested in them? He caught himself thinking more than once.

Thankfully, his relationship with Annette kept him from causing a scene—the last thing he needed was to pop a hard-on in front of one of them—but as always, she was quick to know what was on his mind and was equally quick to take advantage of it. She instantly revelled in his dirty little secret.

“Did someone get worked up spending time with his sisters?” She had whispered in his ear one evening when they’d snuck off. “Did my brother get aroused watching his two gorgeous sisters outside?”

“Annette.” He’d growled a feeble warning.

“What?” She’d asked innocently. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, I can picture it now. Two heat-struck females, rolling in the grass. Rubbing their bodies together, splayed out on top of each other. Maybe their hot, swollen pussies brush together, just for a moment, accidentally.”

She rubbed a paw along his stiff cock. “A tangle of limbs and hormones just poised for the taking, completely oblivious of the performance they’re giving. Practically offering themselves to any horny male who might be watching.”

He snarled but said nothing. Any resistance Scamp tried to put up against these little musings was always undercut by how obviously horny they made him.

“Do you think Collette ever touches herself?” Annette continued, not even acknowledging his half-hearted reluctance.

“What??”

“I’m just curious,” Annette had replied, batting her eyelashes innocently. “Danielle is particularly shameless, but Collette just seems so well composed, it’s hard to imagine. Her legs wide; one paw buried in her trembling spade. Whimpering in desperation for a big strong male to come and—WAah!”

Scamp had all but tackled her. Rutting her into a frenzy before her train of thought could go any farther.

The truth was, he loved when Annette talked like that. He would’ve thought those fantasies about Collette and Danielle might upset her, or make her uncomfortable in some way, but it only seemed to make it hotter for her. Half the time he couldn’t tell if she was playing into it to rile him up, or just for her own pleasure.

But she was riling him up. That was part of the problem. It felt like each day his fantasies were getting stronger, and more pressing. The way that he looked at his sisters was getting more and more sexual. After that conversation, he couldn’t help picturing Collette touching herself. What would that look like? It was a whole aspect of their lives he’d never really considered, and now it was like raging fire in his mind, desperate for any fuel it could get its hand on.

It was getting to the point that being alone with either of them was a bit of a challenge. Would it get better after their heats were finally over? Did Annete know what she was doing? If this continued on for too much longer…

But before he could make any sense of what Annette was thinking, let alone his own new feelings, they were suddenly hit with a significantly more prominent issue. One that Scamp had been putting off thinking about as best he could. They were down to the last day of their parents’ vacation.

Angel was coming home.

***

The morning of their last day, Scamp was enjoying the now familiar feeling of his sister tucked into the crook of his body. Snuggled up against him, the two of them basked in the slowly rising sun.

Rather than getting up early, Annette had taken to waiting until she was sure her sisters were asleep, then moving over into Scamp’s room until morning. It was still a little risky, but there had been no talking her out of it.

Not that he had tried very hard.

He nuzzled her gently, taking in her comforting scent and rousing her awake. She turned to smile at him, and they kissed softly.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Morning.”

He wanted so badly to just stay in that moment. To curl back up against her soothing warmth and go back to sleep, to tell himself that everything would be fine.

But their little paradise could only last so long.

“So,” he started, “Mom and Dad get home tomorrow.”

Annette sighed, letting out a long stretch before replying. “So does Angel.”

He flinched at her bluntness. “Er, yeah. So we really need to figure out what we’re going to do about…us.”

“Mm-hmm.”

He waited for her to say more, but Annette simply yawned, giving another slow stretch before starting to sit up.

“Do you have any thoughts about it?” He pressed, trying not to sound overly anxious.

She finally turned to look at him, considering for a moment. “Well, a good first step would be to get Collette and Danielle on our side. It would make it easier to avoid getting caught. Plus, say we do get caught, it’d be harder to punish all four of us, right?”

…Huh?

For a moment, it was like she’d spoken a different language, and his brain took a minute to process the words. He had no idea what he’d expected her to say, but not in a million years would he have guessed that. “I-I’m sorry, did you just say you want to get Collette and Danielle…on our side?”

“Yeah.”

He should’ve been used to it by now, but her matter-of-fact attitude still made him feel crazy at times like this. “Aaaand we would do that how, exactly?!”

“Oh, well that’s easy.” She leaned over, whispering in his ear. “You’ll just seduce them.”

His body lit up at the suggestion, but he laughed awkwardly, trying to play it off. “I-I’m being serious here, Annette.”

He twisted to look at her, expecting to see that teasing, lustful mischief in her eyes. But her gaze was piercing. “So am I.” she smirked. “Wasn’t that already the plan? Don’t you want to make all those fantasies real?”

His cock jolted awake as her questions hung in the air between them, and his heart was suddenly pounding in his ears. His instinctual reaction was to tell her that they were only fantasies. A little game between the two of them, and that he would never consider doing something like that.

But he already was. Already had, technically. She had him cornered, and she knew it.

“Those two…would they even…?”

It was Annette’s turn to laugh. “Are you kidding? They’re practically falling all over themselves just to get to you. All they just need is a little,” she glanced down between his legs, “…push.”

Visions began sprouting up in his mind, the idea growing more appealing by the second. “You’re…really fine with the me being with Collette and Danielle?”

He felt a wave of shame as he said it, a residual fear of admitting his desire. But when he risked meeting her eyes, her expression was open and accepting. “ Scamp. I’ve spent the past weeks lusting after my own, already mated, brother. I don’t think I have any room to criticize.”

She leaned over to nuzzle against him. “After these past few days…or even this whole entire week, I’ve just realized that I want to keep being with you, whatever that looks like. Whether that be alongside Angel, Collette or whoever, I just don’t want what we have to stop.”

He felt his heart melt at her confession, and some of the tension drained from his body. Hadn’t he made the same decision, just a few days ago? Hadn’t he just promised himself that he would make this work however possible? “I want to keep being with you too.”

Annette started in surprise, and then pressed him into a hug.

Scamp returned the embrace, happy to enjoy the simple intimacy of the moment. But then Annette started rubbing against his semi-aroused cock, grinding against him. He was about to comment when he felt her hot breath in his ear. “Of course, it also helps that the idea of sharing you, of watching you with other females, seems so hot. Watching that feral, dominating side of you cut loose, run wild. Fucking our sisters, rutting Angel into utter submission—"

“Woah, woah, woah!” Scamp cut her off, pulling away to try and hide his growing erection. “What’s this about Angel?”

She looked at him like he was dense. “Angel. You know, Angel? Your mate who gets home tomorrow?” Did you think we were just going to ignore her?”

“Uh, no well, er—but, I guess…”

“You still love her, right?”

“Of course I do!”

“Then there shouldn’t be a problem!”

“Still!” Scamp tried again. Was he really the crazy one here? “We can’t just—you’re not just going to…Angel and I have had sex plenty of times!! And I’m sorry to say that she’s never really... ‘submitted.’”

Annette’s smile was downright devilish, as if he’d walked right into her trap. She closed the distance between them again. “Oh, I know. Remember? I was watching. But all I recall was a lot of ‘not yet’ and ‘I’m still not ready.’”

His eyes narrowed at her, but she kept going. “Have you ever completely let go of your caution, Scamp? Your careful consideration for her? Have you ever given in to your primal desires? Grabbed her by the scruff and fucked her into the ground? Mounted her without any worry about being too loud or too harsh, and just given in?”

His silence spoke volumes, but she wasn’t done. She pitched her voice up in a cheap imitation of Angel. “’My answer is still maybe.’ Tell me Scamp, have you ever really made love to your mate?”

He snapped his teeth at her, growling, and she flinched back. It was a low blow, and she knew it, but she was using logic against him now, and Scamp had nothing to say. He was mad because he knew she was right. All those years of being careful, of tiptoeing around Angel’s heat. Never wanting to go too far or lose control. Always holding himself back.

“You’re still doing it now, Scamp.” She started again, a bit tentatively. Maybe she really could read his thoughts. “You’re still putting everyone else before what you want. You’re thinking about what you should do, and not what you want to do. Do you really want to go back to that?”

Frustration and horniness aside, he felt like he knew the answer, but something was still holding him back. Even after all this, after all the newfound confidence, and freedom, and promises he’d made, he could still feel that reasonable, accommodating part of him putting up a fight, yelling about the “right thing,” and trying to figure out what might be the best outcome for everyone. What his sisters would want, what Angel would want, but what about him? Didn’t he know what he wanted? Wasn’t it obvious??

She right in front of him again, and she brushed her paw against his balls, stroking his hard cock. He shivered at the softness of the touch. “I want you to claim them, Scamp. They all love you. Be the male they need. Love them the way only a mate can. Show them how right this feels, how perfect it is.”

She suddenly whapped her tail in his face, turning around to strut away from him. Her hips swayed with each step, and his eyes were drawn directly towards the inviting, slippery folds of her tight diamond. She was soaked.

She crouched down, raising her ass up to him.

“Come and take what’s yours.”

Something about those words, and the vision before him were the final straw, and he felt something give way. All of his tension, his frustration, all of that energy used to keep being dishonest with himself.

He felt it all snap loose.

Taking one, heaving breath, a powerful, predatory calm washed over him, and he began stalking towards her. A weight had lifted from his chest, and the last remaining bits of deep-rooted hesitation and self-consciousness faded away. He knew what he wanted.

And it was about damn time he started going for it.

Keeping his movements slow and deliberate, he ran a long lick across the length of her sex, going all the way from the bottom tip of her labia, up to the base of her tail. He stopped at her tailhole, working his tongue gently against that tight, inviting entrance, earning a surprised squeak of pleasure.

“Mmmm. Dirty dog~”

He continued teasing that virginal hole for a moment longer before shifting his focus. He’d save that thought for another time.

She wanted him to cut loose? Fine.

Moving back to her sweet, velvety mound, he nipped and lapped at her like a male possessed, working his tongue over every corner of her sticky spade. He worshipping her sensitive flesh, cleaving her slit apart as he forced his muzzle into her soft depths. He spread her lips apart, plunging between her smooth folds and lapping at her clit with reckless abandon.

She was already sufficiently worked up, so in no time at all Annette was dripping and humping up into his face, whining pitifully as he ate her out.

“Oh fuck yes!! Scamp right there, yes yes! Yes! YESSSSSS!!!”

He relished in the sweet, musky taste of her nectar, the way her pussy clenched and her whole body tensed up as she came. But before she could fully ride out her climax, he quickly pivoted, hopping up to wrap his forelegs around her hips and hold her firmly in place.

“wuh-wait, Scamp not so fast, I’m still sen—”

He leaned down, pressing some of his weight onto her, to growl in her ear.

“I thought I was taking what I want, remember?”

And then, with one bold thrust, he hilted himself inside of her.

“NNGGGHH!”

Her hot embrace locked down around him as he plunged into her dripping sex. Her walls tugged and massaged at his dick, and he just held there for a moment. He savoured the way the way he fit inside her, the way she quivered delicately beneath him.

He wrapped his forelegs more tightly around her and began forcefully thrusting into her. He drilled into her pussy, and she spread her legs wide, offering him better access to her tight depths. Before long he was slamming himself against her ass, two of them working into an animalistic rush, and the wet, passionate sounds of their lovemaking blended with Annette’s increasingly wild moans.

“Jusht like thaAHT!! OOooh fuck Scamp! FuUCK! FUCK MEEEE!!”

His balls swung rhythmically against the bottom of her spade, and his knot kissed tantalizingly at the lips of her vulva, eager to stretch her wide, to fill her up, but he wanted to hold out as long as he could.

He wanted to make her work for it.

So, after grinding his knot against her soft mound once more, he pulled his cock almost all the way out, leaving only his tapered end nuzzled inside. The air felt cold against his wet, sensitive shaft, and he held there for just an instant. Annette started to comment, but before she could form the words, he speared himself back inside her hot, silky embrace, splitting her pussy open with sudden force.

“Wha—AHH!!~”

Annette yapped out of a mixed of pleasure and surprise as his swollen member pounded back into her. But as quickly as he entered, Scamp slowly scraped his way back out, being as deliberate and gradual as he could possibly manage. The feeling nearly drove him crazy, trying to resist the straining, tugging depths of her love canal, but it was worth it to see Annette struggling just as much.

She shivered as he painstakingly withdrew. “HAaa~ pleeasse Scamp, please PLEASE fuck me!! don’t hold back, just take meEE!”

“Ah. Ah. ah.” he replied. “I’m in control now.”

SLAM!

Her whole body jolted as he slammed back into her, and she squirmed as he pulled out, twisting her hips desperately to try to hold on to him. Her pussy clenched maddening around him, but he kept his rhythm firm, waiting as long as he could handle before slamming back into her as hard as he could manage.

“AHHNNMGG!!”

Scamp paused, shutting his eyes as she came again, her juices squirting from her cunt and onto the floor. She was always so confident and cocky. Always put together and in control of the situation, always working to make sure everything turned out how she wanted. But now as her pussy twitched and pulsed around his cock, as she moaned deliriously, held at his mercy, he was going to make her be upfront about her desires.

“You know, I was wondering why you took to my fantasies so quickly, but now it all makes sense. You just want to get off on me dominating other bitches.”

She didn’t respond, but her pussy tightened around him, so he kept going. “You want me to put Angel in her place? Or what was it you said? ‘Rut her into submission?’”

He pulled out and hilted her again before she could respond, and she moaned incoherently. He started moving faster now, and he lowered himself more on top of her, pressing down and moving over to her ear, lowering his voice to a growl.

“You say it’s to avoid getting caught, but we both know you just want to corrupt our sisters for your own pleasure. You’re even worse than me. I bet you’re dying to taste their cunts, to lick their juices off my cock. You want them to be dirty brotherfuckers just like you, so you can share in this pleasure with them.”

He slammed into her again, and she practically howled out as he stretched her pussy.

“Or maybe you just want to show off? Show them how the stuck-up, self-righteous Annette was the first to discover the joy of submission? How proud you are to be claimed and bred by your own brother. To flaunt the bliss of being fucked stupid!!”

He was practically barking at her, losing control, and he could feel his own climax approaching. He continued to speed up, barely pulling all the way out before immediately piercing her cunt once more, and his rhythm was getting increasingly sporadic.

“Well?? Speak up bitch!”

“YESHHHHH!!” Annette finally managed to slur out, all but lost in her own world of pleasure. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, and she was humping against him mindlessly, frantically trying to keep his cock inside her.

He rammed into her so hard they slid on the hardwood floor, and Annette yelped out, almost tripping over herself. Scamp was surprised he hadn’t knotted her yet, but it wouldn’t be long.

“Looks like someone’s finally being honest with herself!” he cried, her added tightness pushing him towards the edge. “NOW TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!”

“I WANT YOU TO PIN ANGEL DOWN AND BREED HER, USE COLLETTE AS YOUR PERSONAL FUCKHOLE, CLAIM DANIELLE AS YOUR EXCLUSIVE COCKSHEATH, TAKE THEM, USE THEM, OWN THEEEMMM!!”

Pop.

The two of them howled out uncaringly as Scamp lodged his knot deep inside her, and he saw stars as he pumped her full of his cum, shooting rope after rope of hot seed into her depths. His cock pressed against her cervix. His knot pressed against her walls, and she milked his cock for every drop he was worth, but he still didn’t let up. He continued rutting his knot inside her stretched pussy, pulling and twisting inside her for all he was worth.

He opened his eyes, not remembering shutting them, and glanced down at the quivering bitch beneath him. Annette’s mouth hung open, and she was making little gasping coos as her whole body quaked from their shared orgasm.

“ahh, faa, scaa, mmph ohhh…”

As the last few pulses of his dick subsided, his senses slowly returned, and the reality of the things they’d said settled over him. Normally, the aftermath of these fantasies came with a wave of guilt, or at least a bit of concern, but this time…he felt calm. He was done running away from his feelings.

Instead, and he savoured the way he fit perfectly inside her, the way her pussy molded perfectly around his swollen knot. He tilted his head around to kiss Annette lovingly on the cheek.

“MMmmph, that was incredible.” Annette said blearily. “We should do this more often.”

He laughed, considering how often they already been doing it the past few days. “Well, I wouldn’t be quite so hasty. We howled loud enough I’d be surprised if we didn’t wake the neighbours.” He glanced into the hallway. Just because he was self-assured now didn’t mean he couldn’t use common sense. “Do you think anyone will come looking?”

“I don’t caaaare. Let them find us together.”

He was pretty sure she was joking. Pretty sure. “Somehow, I don’t think that’s the best idea. At the very least, it would probably be a bad start to your whole ‘seduction’ plan.

She scoffed at him. “Pfft, who knows. Those two are still so deeply in heat, it might just be the little push they need to finally offer themselves to you.”

His cock flexed in response to that comment, earning another huff from Annette. “Actually, speaking of Collette and Danielle, all of those things you said…did you…”

“Did I mean them? Do I really want to watch you rut them senseless?” She managed a coy smile. “Maaaaybe. Why? Would that bother you?”

He met her gaze and considered. Even a few days ago, he would’ve hesitated, but now the thought just made him excited.

“Honestly? I don’t think so.”

She smiled again, and this time it was genuinely warm. “I’m glad.”

He smiled back. The two of them shared their loving, twisted little moment, and right then Scamp wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Really though,” Annette said, trying to peer out the door. “If they do come there’s not much we can do about it right now.”

He chuckled at her sudden reasonableness. “If it happens, we’ll deal with it,” he said. “Together.”

He rested his head on top of hers reassuringly, and the two of them waited, listening. Bold words aside, as each minute passed, they heard no sound of concerned family members. Shocking as it was, it seemed they’d gotten away with it yet again.

Not too much longer after, Scamp’s knot shrunk enough that he popped free, and the two of them lay down together, putting off facing the day just for a little while longer.

Ten minutes, maybe.