Gemini’s Birthday

Dane, sitting naked on the love-seat, flashed a smug smile as he stretched out one foot and wiggled his bare toes in front of her nose. “Now, be a good girl, sis, and show me how grateful you are...”

She was very grateful for everything her brother had ever done for her, and always a good girl, or so she desperately wanted to believe. Johanna, every bit as nude as Dane, nodded from where she knelt on the floor, on all fours like a common animal. Her face was as blank as ever, but her tail wagged eagerly as she reached out her lips to lick her brother’s foot, kissing the tip of his big toe.

He turned it up a little, and Johanna closed her eyes and pressed her lips to the pad beneath. She sucked it with the fervor of a kiss, and thought the leathery bud was softer than she expected, and surprisingly cold...

Gemini’s voice giggled softly from somewhere around Dane’s heel. “Well, good morning to you, too,” she cooed in a voice barely above a whisper.

Johanna’s eyelids felt heavy. She struggled to peel one open, and her vision was blurry with sleep. But eventually Gemini’s face came into focus...or at least one eye, and the corner of her smile. The Dalmatian was lying squarely on top of her best friend, their bare breasts pressed together and knees knit. The Doberman’s nose was still between her lips, being softly suckled.

“...S’rry,” Johanna muttered, shifting her weight off of Gemini, though not quite the whole of her body, and slumped face-down on the pillow beside her. They were the only two still lazing about in the king-size bed. Dane and Ares were probably downstairs making breakfast...or lunch...

Her sister-in-law just giggled again, keeping her close with one arm and one leg stretched languidly across the Dalmatian’s body, and kissed her cheek. “Good dream, I take it?” Johanna nodded silently, and Gemini lightly rubbed her between her bare shoulders, stratching pleasantly with the tips of her nails. “Sorry to wake you, but do you remember what day it is?”

It took Johanna’s foggy brain nearly twenty full seconds to scroll through her mental calendar. Then she lifted her head and forced one eye halfway open again. “Mmhmm...’appy birthd’y,” she managed to mutter before laying her cheek down on the pillow again.

Gemini smiled wickedly, and scratched her bestie’s back a little harder to help keep her awake. “That’s right. It’s my special day...and you’re going to be a good girl for me today, right?” There was a sultry sort of suggestion in her voice, and her choice of words made one of Johanna’s ears perk. “You took the day off for me, so I let you sleep in, but it’s time to get dressed if you’re going to keep your promise.”

Once again, it took Johanna a minute to pull together her memories of the days leading up to this. When she did, she rolled fully onto her back, dragging a deep breath in through her nose and exhaling it through her mouth before answering. “’f course. Do yer wors’.”

With another grin, Gemini crawled over to straddle Johanna’s belly, and leaned down to give her a full, warm kiss. “Don’t worry. I’m going to make things easy for you today,” she promised, nuzzling Johanna’s cheek firmly to keep her from drifting back off. “I’m going to be a very bad girl...so you just act like you’re not enjoying it.”

“...Might be harder...than you think,” Johanna replied between deep, slow breaths, as though answering from her sleep. But she finally stretched her arms above her head (and made no complaint when Gemini kissed her lifted breasts), forced both eyes open, and rolled out of bed to get dressed...

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“Ooo, when was the last time I got a date with you all to myself, hmm?” Gemini giggled as she pulled the car into the sprawling parking lot and straight into the first vacant “handicap” spot she could find.

Johanna closed out a couple of the tabs on her phone as the door unlocked. “That season we dated,” she admitted, “And I’m pretty sure we only went out twice even then. Sorry I’m an avid homebody.”

Her sister-in-law giggled, waving off the apology. “I knew what type you were before I asked you out,” she grinned, closing and locking up the car and offering her arm to her bestie. Johanna hooked her elbow into the Doberman’s as they started toward the wide gate of the mall, but Gemini’s grin turned smug, and she pulled her a little to one side of the gate for a quiet word just as they got through it. “Now remember,” she cupped a hand under Johanna’s chin, physically pulling her face (and attention) away from her phone for a moment, “Today’s my day, and I’m going full dom-mode on you...so I want you to complain about it. Understand?”

Johanna rolled her eyes, but nodded in Gemini’s firm grip. As soon as her girlfriend let go of her face, the Dalmatian returned her gaze to her phone. “Right. And you’re going to do your level best to humiliate me, aren’t you?” she sighed.

“...Yes,” Gemi admitted with a devilish grin, her tail already wagging rapidly, “You’d better brace yourself.” Seizing Johanna’s hand in hers, the Doberman all but dragged her bestie into the bustling hallway.

“Just don’t try to make me ride the spin-stars,” the Dalmatian pleaded, nose still stuck to the glow of her screen.

Gemini laughed. For the moment, she was still fairly fit and able-bodied despite the bump in her belly, but she wasn’t about to push her luck with anything like thrill-rides. Her entire menu for today was shopping...with a generous heap of flirting for garnish. And with that in mind, she turned immediately into the wing they’d only barely got to start down when she and Johanna had brought Dane here, headed straight for RedClover.

The little lingerie store, tucked in the furthest corner of the wing it occupied, was boutique-style: dark cherrywood shelves and racks supporting woven baskets made little pools of colors and textures, overflowing here and there with some of their contents. Delicate bralettes, opulent lace, and daring little string numbers hung like curated exhibits beneath the cubbies or across the tops of the baskets, inviting shoppers to indulge their eyes and cop an appreciative feel of the fabrics. Gemini’s tongue began to peek from the corner of her mouth and her tail wagged audibly against her butt as soon as she stepped through the frosted glass door. Johanna kept her phone in front of her nose, appearing not to notice.

Gemini giggled as she ran her fingers under the tassels lining a particular bra. “You know, we might be here for me, but no harm in you getting a little something while we’re at it,” the Doberman winked at her girlfriend. Pulling a (near transparent) set of panties out of one basket, she modeled it in front of her own hips with a grin. “Something like this, maybe?”

Johanna’s eyes flicked up from her phone for barely half a second, then back to the screen with a shrug. “Dental floss macramé isn't really my style,” the Dalmatian noted, “And you know I prefer blue or black.”

Gemini grabbed a matching bra from the basket above the panties, slinging both over her shoulder casually. “That’s why the red is going to look extra vivid on you,” she grinned, “And Dane’s going to pop a vessel in his nose.” She beamed in quiet triumph when Johanna’s tail wagged once at that little remark, against her will, then resumed perusing the containers for something flexible enough to accommodate her thickening figure for the next couple of seasons.

An elegant Cougar (in every sense of the word, from her age and the vibes Gemini was picking up) in a sales uniform stepped up to the Doberman just as she was selecting a comparatively plain set of narrow panties specifically designed to hug her beneath the curve of her belly as it grew. “If you’re looking for something exciting, might I recommend this?” What she held up was a white set of sheer mesh sleeves and leggings, partially connected (beneath the arms and in the crease of the groin) to an equally transparent body-suit that would leave absolutely nothing of the underwear beneath it to a viewer’s imagination — if the wearer opted for additional underwear. “The body-suit is elastic, so it will hug you tight and accentuate your curves — including the growing ones,” the associate purred, a flick of her eyes indicating the panties Gemini had already selected. “This particular look, of course, has a long-standing reputation for holding a man’s eyes.”

“...I don’t know who you are, but we are going to be wonderful friends,” Gemini cooed as she took the lingerie from the Cougar’s fingertips. The Doberman’s tongue lolled from the side of her mouth, her eyes glossed over just a little...and she cut a quick sideways look at Johanna. “May we try these on?” she asked the associate with a sly grin.

The Cougar gestured invitingly toward the store’s changing rooms. “Of course! Just remember to keep your own underwear on and please use the hygienic liners provided. Oh, and naturally, no photography.” With a sultry smile and a quick wink, she lowered her voice to add, “Unless, of course, you make your purchase first.”

“Don’t you dare, Gemi,” Johanna warned with a mild frown. But Gemini had already grabbed a second set of the lingerie (in red this time, to match the underwear she’d selected for Johanna) and handed her card to the associate. A handful of quick swipes later, she was dragging Johanna by the wrist through the door to the changing rooms. Behind the door was a small waiting area with a curtained partition on either side. Gemini practically shoved Johanna through one of these, tossing her new panties and lingerie in after her, then sat down in the little padded chair to wait (impatiently).

The curtain was pushed aside a short moment later to reveal the Dalmatian leaning against her elbow on the wall, her other hand stretched out to hold the curtain, and her chin tucked low and to the side with a frown, like she was embarrassed and becoming angry. The sheer fabric laid a pinkish hue on her white fur, darkened just enough to pass for decent where it layered with the knotted silk webbing of her new panties and bra. The mirror on the wall behind her gifted her friend with a matching view of her backside, where the cheeks of her rump appeared pink but bare due to the narrow strand of the panties hiding in the cleft below her half-tucked tail.

Gemini’s tongue hung fully out from between her teeth, and beginning to drool. “Oo, give me your phone,” she grinned, holding out her hand expectantly, “I’m going to send Dane a little tease.”

Rolling her eyes, Johanna turned to fish her precious device from her discarded clothes. Just as it touched Gemini’s fingertips, though, Johanna seemed to reconsider. “Telephone.”

That one, crisp word wiped the grin off Gemini’s face and stopped her wagging tail. “Wait, you don’t—”

The Dalmatian reached out to lay her finger over her friend’s lips. Her face had gone back to its usual dispassionate stare, seeming neither angry nor frightened nor especially interested. “I’m only calling a time-out, for clarity,” she explained calmly, “You must not read any of the texts I’ve been sending him today. I’m working on my own little surprise for you, and I don’t want it spoiled before we get home.” Laying her phone in the hand Gemini still thoughtlessly held outstretched, she added, “This isn’t a trust issue, it’s just part of today’s play. You may read every text I’ve ever exchanged with him after the party.”

Gemini held the little electronic over her heart with a relieved sigh. “I thought for a second I’d crossed a line there,” she admitted with a sheepish smile, “I know how much this thing means to you.” With a little giggle, she quickly added, “I promise not to peek. I’m only going to send him a picture. Thank you for trusting me.”

Johanna’s tail wagged once. “Thank you for being someone I can trust...with everything.”

Gemini’s tail resumed its usual high-tempo wag, and her cheeks warmed in spite of herself. Holding the phone up to give it a little wiggle beside her cheek, she asked, “Time in?”

“Actually, may I have another minute?” Johanna requested, briskly rubbing her forehead and cheeks, “I didn’t expect this to be so much harder than acting excited.”

Her bestie giggled, nodding happily. “Well frowning does take more muscles than smiling,” she pointed out.

But Johanna shook her head at that explanation. “It’s more the mental effort. When I act excited, it’s at least a lot closer to how I really feel. It’s easier to ask myself, ‘How would I behave if I were a normal person feeling this way?’ than it is to ask, ‘How would I behave if I were a normal person feeling not this way?’”

A warmth spread through Gemini’s chest (and between her legs), and a delighted shiver crept up her spine. “Honeypot, have I mentioned you have really improved your flirting game?” she sighed, giving her best friend, sister-in-law, and lover a wistful smile.

Johanna shook her head, but answered, “I’m glad.” Leaning against the wall again and reaching for the curtain to open up her posture once more, the Dalmatian pushed an irritated frown onto her face. “Alright. Time in.”

Still smiling more dreamily than lustfully now, Gemini made a little twirling motion with one finger, and her girlfriend obediently turned around. The Doberman took a quick picture with the camera, capturing Johanna’s back from just above her shoulders to just below the tantalizing curve of her tush, and sent it to both of their brothers directly from the gallery after adding a quick caption: <<Gemi might be getting a bite of cake before we get home.>>

“Okay,” Gemini grinned, turning the device off again and laying it face-down on her thigh, “Much as I’ve enjoyed this, it’s time we got on with the rest of our shopping, while I can still keep my hands in polite places.”

The Dalmatian in front of her tossed another frown over her shoulder. “You mean you’re not going to touch it?” she asked, cocking her hip to one side to accentuate the soft mound of her rump. “After putting me through all that, you’re not even — oh, whatever,” Johanna huffed, then yanked the curtain closed to get dressed again.

Gemini had to squeeze her mouth shut with both hands and stomp her feet to contain the fit of laughter bubbling up from her lungs. When the curtain opened again, Johanna stepped out fully dressed and handed the neatly folded sheer outfit to Gemini to stow...with the underwear she’d worn into the mall earlier neatly folded on top of it.

With their purchases tucked discreetly in a little paper bag, the pair crossed the hall to an inexpensive clothing outlet, where Gemini quickly selected a couple of loose dresses that tied underneath her breasts rather than across her waist, and one open-fronted blouse that would turn more comfortable than sexy as she got closer to term...and then go back to being just sexy after the birth.

Finally, as the afternoon grew late and both of their feet began to ache just a touch, Gemini practically dragged Johanna into her favorite punk-apparel store at the far edge of the mall’s second floor...and straight to the back wall, where the cuffs and collars hung on display. “Seriously, Gemi? Are you becoming some kind of collector?” Johanna sighed as they paced between the aisles of leather and skulls, fishnet and chains.

Her bestie just giggled, running her eyes over the articles laid out on top of the back counter. “I haven’t bought any new bling since getting married,” she argued, “And a lot of my shirts are starting to fade. I’m just seeing—!” She froze as her eyes lit on one particular item. “...Oh...oh that is just perfect. What do you think?” She lifted the thin leather choker off the little pillow it was being displayed on, holding it up in front of Johanna’s eyes. It was decorated with evenly spaced pink jewels, a heart-shaped lock in the back, and a heart-shaped ring in the front from which a long, thin chain dangled all the way to Gemini’s knees.

Already back in her phone, Johanna pulled her eyes up to consider the accessory for a moment. “Well, if you’re looking to add some variety, it’s definitely different from your usual spikes and chains,” the Dalmatian admitted, “It seems a bit too ‘glamour girl’ for your style, though.”

Her girlfriend flashed a smug grin, twirling the end of the leash in her fingertips. “Yeah...but it’s not for me.”

Johanna glanced down at the accessory again, then rolled her eyes with a huff as understanding dawned...and gathered her long hair behind her head, lifting it off her neck. “Go ahead,” she sighed.

Gemini’s tail played a drum-roll for her as she locked the collar around Johanna’s neck, then led her over to the register by the leash. “Well well! Been a while since I saw you in here with a pet, Gemi,” the cashier grinned as she scanned the tag at the end of the leash, “She’s a cutie, too.”

The Doberman flashed a sly smile, reaching up to gently pinch Johanna’s chin between her fingers and turn the Dalmatian’s head away from her phone and into a brief kiss. “Yeah, my hubby’s girlfriend is a sweet treat, isn’t she?”

The girl behind the register struggled to keep the shock off her face, which turned lightly pink as her eyes went wide and she hid her slack jaw behind her hand. Johanna flashed a frown at her bestie before returning her eyes to her screen. “Gemi, the employees didn’t agree to this little game. Don’t embarrass them.”

Gemini cracked into giggles, and then into laughter as the cashier joined in, and threw both her arms around Johanna. “Sorry! She’s actually my best friend — and an absolute angel to put up with my antics,” the Doberman beamed sincerely.

The cashier nodded, returned Gemini’s card and her receipt, and leaned over the counter quickly to send the Doberman off with a kiss of her own...which Gemini intercepted softly with the back of her palm. “Wasn’t kidding about the husband,” she winked, then quickly sauntered off with Johanna in tow. The cashier gave them an envious smile and parting wave instead...before what Gemini had actually said seemed to hit her brain just as the pair of Dogs got out the door.

Back in the car, Gemini carefully backed them out of the lot and out to the main road, alternating between giggles and cackles the whole way. “Ooh, it’s been ages since I got out on the town like that!” she barked. “You lean into it so much more than Dane, too. Thanks, honeypot,” the Doberman praised sincerely, “Now, for maximum effect, should I close my eyes when we walk through the door, or is your little surprise going to spring itself on me?”

“No, you can keep your eyes open,” Johanna answered idly, twirling the end of her new leash in her fingers, “But you should definitely walk me in on this.” Gemini quirked a brow at that little tidbit, but bit her lolling tongue on any further questions and tried very hard not to break the speed-limit on the drive home.

—————

The deadbolt unlocked with a sharp click and the door practically burst open. “Honeybear, we’re home!” Gemini announced with a cheer as she strode through with Johanna’s leash trailing from her hand, “And we’ve got a new—!!”.

The Doberman froze mid-stride. Though following obediently, Johanna was quickly typing something into her phone rather than paying attention to where she was going, so almost ran right into Gemini’s back. Gemini dropped the leash to cover her mouth in both hands, her wide eyes transfixed on the sight greeting her from just this side of the love-seat: Dane, in nothing but a bow-tie and a pair of detached tuxedo cuffs, holding a cake with lit candles in both hands and a long mesh leash between his teeth. His lips were curved into a confident smile, despite the mildly embarrassed tint on his cheeks. At the other end of that leash was Ares, wearing nothing but the spiked collar it was attached to, and also smiling. He was down on his knees beside Dane’s leg, doing his best impression of a sitting dog.

Both of their grins fell into momentary surprise at the thin chain trailing from Johanna’s neck. Dane’s phone chirped from the coffee table as it received a message from Johanna, just before she slipped her own phone into Gemini’s pocket and strode past the Doberman to join the boys. “It wasn’t intentional,” the female Dalmatian quickly admitted, her face falling back into her natural deadpan expression before pulling her shirt over her head and dropping it on the floor. The pink peaks of her nipples were clearly visible through the knotted and woven netting of her new bra as she got down on her knees beside Dane’s other leg, a feminine mirror to Ares. “But it looks like you’ve got two pets to play with tonight.” Pressing her cheek against her brother’s knee, she acknowledged Ares with a simple, quiet, “Wuff.”

“Hehe, happeh birfday, shunshine,” Dane chuckled around the webbing in his teeth, holding the cake out toward her and working hard to keep his eyes on his wife’s face and not the revealing string masquerading as his sister’s underwear.

It was several more seconds before Gemini could speak, though her tail was doing a marvelous job of announcing her delight. “...Oh, that cake is going completely to waste!” she muttered at last, finally pulling her hands down from her face and flashing them all a sultry smile. Her hips swayed teasingly as she sauntered over and collected Johanna’s leash before leaning in to give Dane a kiss on the nose and thoughtlessly blow out her candles with one soft, sharp exhale. “I think our pets are kind of into each other,” Gemini purred, tracing one finger down her husband’s bare chest, “How will we ever stop them from...’play-fighting’?”

“Hmhm...offer them a little treat to chew on?” Dane suggested, bobbing the cake in his hands.

His wife flashed that very specific smile she used when he’d taken some kind of bait perfectly. “Oh, that’s a great idea,” she cooed, collecting Ares’ leash from his mouth and marching around to wait beside the coffee table. The instant Dane set the cake down, though, she casually pushed him onto the love-seat, and tugged the chain attached to Johanna’s collar. “There’s a perfect bone for you, honeypot,” she grinned, steering the Dalmatian between Dane’s knees. Johanna needed no further prompting to begin licking her treat.

Gemini flopped onto the cushion beside her husband, already unbuttoning her pants, while Ares waited with a smug smile to be pulled into position. As she pushed the denim down from her hips and tugged her brother’s leash, the expectant mother instinctively glanced at the clock to check—

That thought, still only half-formed in her mind, broke her lusty mood in a blink, and she pressed her palm against Ares’ forehead to stop him just as his lips touched her petals. “Whoa! Wait!” Gemi blinked, glancing around the room as if suddenly worried she might find a stranger lurking in a corner somewhere. When she didn’t find one, her anxious gaze settled on her husband instead. “Where’s Orion?! He’ll be wanting dinner any minute now...”

Dane’s surprised look melted into a smug smile and a quiet chuckle. “Oh, we asked Tuli to babysit, so you won’t have to worry about him tonight. I took him over just before you got home, along with plenty of baby-food and bottles from the fridge,” he explained, rubbing his sister’s ears appreciatively, “Johanna worked out the timing for everything.” Between his knees, Johanna simply nodded, never pausing her loving licks of her brother’s arousal.

“...Oh, forgotten gods,” Gemini sighed, practically collapsing against her husband’s shoulder, and pushed Ares’ head away firmly. “Go wuff my wonderful girlfriend for me.”

Rolling his eyes at his sister’s rapidly changing moods, Ares nonetheless obediently scooted sideways and hunched over Johanna’s back. Her tail wagged slowly as he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans for her, then rolled them (along with her new panties) down the curve of her rump. Hugging her belly after lining himself up, Ares laid his head right beside hers, rubbing their cheeks together as he quietly asked, “Ruff?” When she nodded, he joined her in bathing the length of Dane’s bone...and clapped her tush with the strength of his thrust. Johanna gasped, and barked quietly at every second or third thrust, as Ares began rapidly pounding her posterior with his hips.

Gemini inverted the pockets of her pants, spilling out her and Johanna’s phones along with the key to the collar. “Adorable as that is,” the Doberman purred as she reached for the back of Johanna’s neck, “No way am I making you play ‘pet’ after all you’ve done today.”

But as the collar fell away, Johanna shot her bestie a dubious look from the corner of her eye, shifting from licking her brother’s knot to kissing it tenderly. “So now I’m the zoophile instead? Not really sure that improves my position, sugarcube...”

Gemini couldn’t make a retort to that, having already committed her lips to her husband’s, and her fingers to her own love-tunnel, already slick and squelchy with arousal. When they pulled away a few short seconds later, Gemini panted, “Oh wuff...I wanted to watch this longer...but...I’m sorry, honeypot...”

Johanna just nodded, giving Dane’s bone one last kiss then patting his hip. Gemini had been some degree of aroused for the entire afternoon. Johanna understood why she wasn’t lasting long, at least for this first round.

As Dane pushed Gemini the other way, pressing her against the arm-rest of the love-seat and himself between her eagerly spread thighs, Johanna crawled forward enough to rest her breasts on the cushion. She rubbed Ares’ ear appreciatively as he continued to ride her, and quietly whispered, “Bite me.” Her boyfriend answered by taking one of her ears between his teeth, tugging it with a playful growl.

Gemini squealed practically the instant Dane got his knot pushed through her entrance. “Wuuuff,” she whimpered against his spotted shoulder as her whole body seemed to contract and release in waves, “I’ve been...dying for that...for two or three...hours now!”

Behind them, Johanna kissed the pads of Dane’s feet where they rested beside her nose...and the top of Gemini’s toes when she finally relaxed enough to lower them to the cushion again. She laid her head on their feet, breathing deeply as Ares’ knot sealed her up and his legs started to tremble between his thrusts.

Gemini giggled, and stretched out her foot to rub both of them on the head when Ares broke out in his signature howl, and Johanna grit her teeth while he poured into her. “Ugh...bred by a brute,” she grumbled through her grimace when his lungs had emptied and his balls were near to the same.

Her bestie snorted, trying not to laugh when she realized Johanna was still keeping up the “don’t enjoy it” act from earlier in the day, since she wasn’t playing pooch after all. “Oh, you are an angel, honeypot,” she sighed, hugging her husband tight in her delight. Then she pushed him up, and Dane obligingly got to his feet and offered her a hand to hers. Instead, Gemi rolled around to bend down next to Johanna, rubbing her cheek against the female Dalmatian’s with a grin. “Okay, you got his thickest serving of baby-batter. So doggie is my little plaything now, right?”

Johanna frowned at her. “It won’t hurt a thing for me to miss a night or two, you know. He was supposed to be part of your present from the get-go,” the Dalmatian pointed out...just before planting a swift kiss on Gemi’s lips in gratitude.

Gemini giggled. “Ooo, I really want to move straight to bed right now...but I also kind of want a piece of that cake,” she admitted, glancing over her shoulder at the treat still on the coffee-table, pushed back just far enough to be safe from Johanna and Ares’ tails.

Dane could not remember even a single day in which his wife had actually needed additional sugar. Or any sugar. If her own sweet energy could somehow be bottled, he was sure she would put the entire candy industry out of business. But it was her birthday, after all...

Naturally, he served her first, then Johanna. As he set down the third slice in front of Ares, sitting on the floor and still keeping up his pretense of being a mute animal, Gemini snagged the plate and moved it down to the floor instead. Ares arched a brow above a smug smile of his own, as if she hadn’t fully thought through the consequences of taking this little game so far. But it was Johanna who leaned down and reached in front of her friend’s shins to bring Ares’ plate back up onto the table. “Don’t make a mess of the carpet,” she sighed, barely nibbling at her own slice. She did collect his fork, though.

Gemini held down her laughter as Ares leaned into his role, devouring his slice in big chomps without even using his hands. Every dip of his nose threatened to push the dessert off the plate, and more icing smeared on his muzzle than his tongue, by the look of it. But Gemini looked satisfied when he finished licking his plate with a sly wink at her, and she leaned back in her seat to pat her lap. “Come here, boy,” the female Doberman grinned.

Smiling like he’d expected this from the start, Ares crawled over and rested his arms across her knees, bringing them more-or-less to nose level with each other, and Gemini began to teasingly lick the mess from his cheeks. “Oo, who’s my good boy?” she whispered as she moved to licking his chin and lips. And if her tongue snuck a little further in to brush across his teeth a few times...well, neither of them was complaining about that, either. When she’d licked the last dollop of icing from the end of his nose, she gave it a gentle kiss and smiled at him with a quiet, “Thanks.” Her brother woofed softly in return and licked her cheek.

She collected his leash then, and gathered up their spotted lovers with her eyes, dragging all three of them up the steps to their bedroom with a gentle tug and a smile. At the edge of the bed, Gemini flopped onto her back on the soft mattress, spreading her knees wide with Ares’ leash trailing between them...and cast a quick glance at her husband’s bone with her tongue lolling between her lips. “Sorry, honeybear,” she murmured, “I didn’t really give you your turn down there, did I? Hmhm...you know who’d love to fix that for you, though?” she asked, patting the space on the mattress beside her.

Taking her cue without question, Johanna laid down shoulder-to-shoulder with her friend, nuzzling Gemini’s cheek as the Dalmatian tucked her knees up to her own shoulders. Dane stepped up to her tail with a chuckle, resting one hand against the back of each of her thighs. “You make it kind of hard to tell whose birthday it really is,” he chided, leaning over his sister.

His wife just flashed him a toothy grin. “Oh, don’t you worry: I know exactly who’s being treated here. You just keep doing everything you’re told, and know that I adore you all for it,” she promised, tugging the leash resting between her thighs. Ares crawled forward, already closing his eyes and pressing his lips to her petals, when she took his collar in both hands and pulled him higher, forcing him to get to his feet and bend over her on the bed. “Why don’t you give me your best impression of what G.D. used to do to you in the camper?” she cooed, licking his chin playfully.

With a smirk, Ares started by licking her cheeks in turn, but quickly moved to bathing her entire face from her eyebrows to her neck...and doing no small amount of intentional slobbering, making his sister squeal a little in between giggles. His tongue worked its way down the side of her neck, then he seized her shoulder in a possessive bite as his rod plowed into her garden without warning.

Johanna sighed as Dane’s tip pushed through her rim, slowly spreading her as he inserted himself, and she turned her head a little to one side to kiss Gemini’s bobbing breast. One of her hands ran carefully between Ares and Gemini’s bellies, feeling out the firm little bump in Gemini’s that was only barely visible at this stage. “I’m really envious, you know,” she muttered as she watched Ares buck his sister shamelessly, “You’ve gotten to enjoy this twice already.”

Gemini giggled and patted her cheek. “Mmm, don’t worry. You can’t dodge the bullet forever, especially the way you and brother keep going at it,” she cooed. “In the meantime...you could let him use an actual condom, for once,” the Doberman pointed out, watching her husband’s bone steadily disappear below and behind Johanna’s gleaming petals.

Johanna shook her head, her breath growing quick and heavy with lust as her cheeks spread around her brother’s knot, knocking gently against her back door to let her stretch before he tried to plunge it in. “Not only do I not trust them...I don’t like them,” she insisted, focusing her eyes between her own legs now and hooking her heels lightly against Dane’s rump to encourage him. “I want him bare. Forgotten gods, I keep dreaming of it,” she confessed, snuggling up a little closer to Gemini’s side until their hips rubbed together each time one of their brothers thrust into them, “For three whole seasons, I could be his wife. He can wuff me every night. No condom. No pulling out. No reservations.”

Her bestie snickered, hugging her shoulder with the one arm underneath her, tongue lolling as she savored the feel of Ares’ knot sliding through her entrance. “Ohhh...I guess I could divorce him...for just that long,” the Doberman chided.

“I’m sorry,” Johanna apologized quietly, kissing the side of her breast again, “I promise not to neglect you,” she insisted, turning her hand over to scratch Ares’ belly, including him in that promise, “But when it happens...I’m going to want him...a lot...” She yelped very softly as Dane’s knot finally popped through, and exhaled an unsteady sigh as she relaxed and stretched around him, savoring that sense of union that always overcame her in these moments...

Gemini pressed her feet against Ares’ thighs, halting his ride for a moment. Quirking a brow, the male Doberman pushed himself up a little, giving his sister room to roll partly onto her side (though not enough to make his knot uncomfortable) and prop her cheek on her hand. “I thought you were not going to enjoy this, tonight,” she winked, tracing idle circles around Johanna’s areola.

The Dalmatian just nodded. “Sorry. I don’t think it’s actually possible for me not to, so acting the opposite becomes difficult,” she explained...flattering Dane to no small degree, and turning his cheeks red. She did seem a little disappointed when he also paused his thrusting, curious to see what Gemini was thinking at the moment.

Gemi leaned down to give Johanna a soft, sincere kiss on the lips. “I know it. It’s okay. I’m just going to tease you a little now, since it’s my special day, and I’m allowed to do that,” she grinned, and her tail wagged behind her hips as Johanna nodded perfect agreement to that. Cupping a hand beneath one of the Dalmatian’s breasts, Gemini rolled her thumb teasingly around the edges of the nipple while she mulled over the idea in her head. “You gave Dane to me — sort of — but you’ve always made it clear that he’s in charge of all the relationships in this house...whether he’s pushy about that or not,” she winked at her husband.

Johanna nodded again, breathing quietly and clenching her cheeks around her brother’s bone, silently begging him to resume pleasuring himself, and her with him. Gemini’s hand slid lower, now tracing little circles low on her belly. “So what if he insisted?” she asked, rubbing back and forth above the Dalmatian’s womb, “If he decided a condom is good enough, and told you to lay down...?”

Johanna looked genuinely uncomfortable for once, though her tail also wagged a single time between her brother’s thighs, betraying the conflict in her thoughts. She took a couple of minutes to think about it, and tried to buck her butt against Dane’s hips for distraction while she did, but finally answered with a sigh, “It’s a risk we can’t afford. I would say that, and keep saying it, probably. I might need you and Ares to help manage my hands. It goes against all my best judgments, and I might not be able to resist pushing.” She unhooked her heels to pull her knees up tighter against her sides, opening herself up and exposing her visibly wet labia to her brother’s eyes. “But I wouldn’t refuse. I would lie here, squirming and conflicted and uncomfortable, and let you wuff me as much as you please, and love you.”

She seemed to be on the verge of tears, and her breathing was short and hot, though the look she was giving to Dane was overflowing only with desire. “Please, brother...touch me,” she begged, bucking her hips gently against him. Dane looked a little concerned for her emotional state at this point, but obliged by reaching down between their hips...

Gemini caught his wrist before he’d quite got his thumb on Johanna’s clit. “That really does turn you on, doesn’t it?” the Doberman cooed, admiring the trickle of nectar rolling between Johanna’s closed petals. Looking up again, she gave Dane a sly smile. “So...how about it, husband?”

Dane blinked at her like he didn’t understand the question... then gave her a dubious look, thinking she was pushing limits she had no right to, even on her birthday. He rubbed the tops of Johanna’s feet where they rested on his chest, and looked askance of her. “Are you really okay with that?”

His sister laid her head back and closed her eyes, her face falling back into that absolute apathy that was her daily expression. Her body was visibly screaming “YES!”, but her ever-cautious analytical mind was saying... “You’re in charge,” she declared simply, “And it’s her birthday.”

Quietly considering for another moment, Dane looked back down to his wife. “...Only because it’s your birthday.” Cupping his hands against Johanna’s rump, he gently helped to open her wide enough for his knot to pull back without hurting her. His sister heaved a long sigh as he popped free and turned to fetch a condom from the under-bed drawers.

“Oh, gods forgotten,” the female Dalmatian muttered, still holding her legs in the air and resting her hands over her own breasts, “Are you really doing this to me right now, Gemini?”

Gemini’s tongue was lolling from the side of her mouth, and her stub of a tail seemed to be trying to use Ares’ balls for a speed-bag. Grabbing the collar around her brother’s neck, she quickly unbuckled it and pushed him back with a quick kiss. “No more pet-play for you,” she whispered, “She’s about to need her boyfriend on her other side, I think.”

“...You are playing with fire here, sis,” Ares growled back, sounding even more uncertain than Dane had, “Don’t you think—?”

She laid one finger over his lips, while her other hand took one of Johanna’s, knitting fingers with her. “Remember, all she has to do is say one very specific word, and all of this will stop on a dime, birthday or not. Right?” she asked more of Johanna than Ares, rubbing her cheek lightly against her friend’s spotted shoulder.

Johanna nodded silently, giving Gemini’s hand a gentle squeeze. Ares still looked just a little disappointed in his sister, but crawled around quickly to lay himself snug against his girlfriend’s other side. “Help me manage my legs,” she told him quietly when he took her other hand, and Ares ran his free hand up the back of her thigh to take a loose grip behind her knee. Gemini matched his grip on the other leg.

The sound of the tearing wrapper peeled Johanna’s eyes open again, and she stared between her own tucked knees to watch as Dane rolled the neon-blue rubber down his red rocket. “...You’re really going to,” the female Dalmatian whispered like she hadn’t quite believed it until just that moment. Her apathetic facade began to crack as her brother stepped between her knees again, rubbing her thighs comfortingly as he settled into position.

Johanna’s entire body jerked like she’d been shocked when the cool rubber touched her petals, and Dane gave her a worried look. Gemini patted the hand she was holding, and Johanna squeezed both hers and Ares’ hands tighter as Dane carefully nested just his tip between her wet folds. “Wait,” Johanna whispered, her eyes growing wider with each fraction of an inch her brother pressed into her.

Dane hesitated, but Gemini cooed with a sultry smile, “That’s not the right word,” and stretched out her leg to hook her toes behind her husband’s hip, encouraging him to keep going with a gentle forward pull. Holding his sister’s thighs gently, he eased further in. Gemini hugged Johanna’s arm, whispering little praises in her ears as they both watched from between her thighs as Dane penetrated her for the first time.

Johanna watched the bright blue length of him slowly disappear inside of her with her eyes transfixed. “Oh forgotten...gods forgotten,” she panted, her breath growing quicker and shallower as the stretch of rubber still outside her entrance grew shorter and thicker. She could barely hear herself through the pounding of her heart. She could barely feel the condom sliding against her clenching walls. Her tail slapped the side of his leg like a whip each time it wagged. Her entire body was screaming “YES!” What remained of her rational mind was screaming “NO!” Her poor heart was screaming at them both to just shut up!

Dane exhaled slowly as everything up to the knot finally settled inside her, and chuckled at the conflicting signals her face, tail, and love-tunnel were all sending to him. Her breath hitched in her throat when he started to rock against her, gently nudging his knot against the gate to her garden. It was the only part of him thicker than Ares, but she was clenched as tight as a virgin entrance. “Easy does it, sis,” he murmured, leaning into her a little more as he started to rock back and forth.

“Easy...easy,” Johanna echoed before gritting her teeth. Not against any pain, but against the stress tightening up every muscle in her body, including the ones cinching around Dane’s intruding bone. He was really inside her. Not in the safe place...but the womanly one. It was stupid, and dangerous, and she should be furious with Gemi right now...but all she could think of was how long she’d wanted to feel exactly this.

Johanna could smell her own arousal, and each plunge into her nethers sent a surge of pressure right up to her lungs. She tried to wrap her legs around Dane’s hips, just to stop herself from kicking him, but the helping hands behind her knees were holding firm and lovingly.

Gemini looked as aroused as Johanna was sensitive. “Wuff, honeypot...you’re doing great,” she panted, on the verge of drooling onto her friend’s shoulder as Dane pressed down on her thighs and in with his hips. “Here it comes—”

“DANE!!” Johanna howled. Her leg broke free of Gemini’s grip to wrap tight around her brother, drawing him in as his knot finally slipped through her entrance. For one terrifying second he thought he had hurt her. Her climax clenched her entire body, and Johanna alternated between crying and whimpering as each ecstatic wave rolled straight up through her heart before jettisoning from her throat.

When she finally regained some control of herself and awareness of the world, she found Ares and Gemini each soothingly kissing her cheeks and neck on either side. Her hands were squeezing theirs like life-lines, which she slowly released. “That sounded...intense,” Dane chuckled, “That was almost a match for Ares.”

His sister was too busy pulling slow, full breaths back into her lungs to answer him. Ares let go of her other leg, and she weakly crossed her ankles behind Dane’s back, hugging him with her thighs. “D-don’t...stop now,” his poor sister panted, “Still haven’t...come inside me...” She grit her teeth again as her own words sent a fresh jolt of fear through her, but she was too exhausted to sustain the feeling for more than a second.

Beside her, Gemini bit her lip with a quiet squeal, a shiver running up her entire body. Dane rolled his eyes again, spying her free hand tucked between her squirming thighs. She probably hadn’t actually needed to touch herself, but one small flick had been plenty to finish what their little show had started. She laid her head on Johanna’s shoulder, both of them huffing in the afterglow — and both somehow still looking at Dane expectantly.

Lying forward, Dane braced his hands above Johanna’s head, sharing soft, congratulatory kisses with her and his wife both (and a few for Ares, lending his usual, quiet variety of support). Johanna took her hands out of the Dobermans’ grasp to wrap her arms around her brother, hugging him tiredly as he finished granting her long-held wish. “Careful,” Johanna whispered in his ear when she felt the tell-tale pulse in his bone, “This is...the risky part...”

He didn’t have the breath to laugh, but he wondered exactly what she expected him to do about it at this point! His knot had him locked inside her, his cream already filling the little bubble at the end of the condom. “Careful,” his sister whispered again, whimpering faintly at each strong spurt, “Easy...wuff, Dane...it’s going to burst!”

Gemini’s giggle in her ear was reassuring. “Still acting? Or are you trying to insult me now?” she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement and languid delight. The Doberman lazily slid the hand from between her legs over Johanna’s belly, leaving a little trail of her juices in the Dalmatian’s fur as she went. “Much as I’ve plotted and schemed to contrive a night like this, you think I’d buy the cheap things? You’re safe, honeypot,” she promised with a quiet kiss to Johanna’s cheek, “Just savor it.”

The condom held, needless to say, though Johanna couldn’t bring herself to fully relax again for several minutes, until Dane’s knot finally shrank and he very carefully drew the rubber sheath back out of her without spilling a drop. “Gods forgotten,” she sighed, just splayed at the edge of the bed and breathing deep with her arm across her eyes, “Is this how you feel at the end of a roller-coaster?”

Gemini put one leg and both arms around her, and pulled Ares tight against her other side, snuggling in cozy and content. “Mmm...best birthday ever. Got a whole day with my best friend, and convinced her to throw caution to the wind. And a nice treat from my husband,” she added, turning her head to give Dane a kiss as he returned to the bed and stretched out at her back, “And even some puppy-play with brother. I have only one regret about tonight.”

Johanna was too close to unconscious to react, but their boys both gave her a dumbfounded look. She flashed a smug smile at Ares, lifting the hand from between Johanna’s breasts to reach over and scratch his chin briefly. “Figuring out how to top this for your birthday is going to take a stroke of absolute genius...”

Johanna turned onto her side, putting her back to Gemini and curling up with her hands tucked against Ares’ chest. “...I’ll help,” she muttered, her last words before falling asleep.