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“I’m thinking… hm. The braciole sounds good as hell. What is it? Braccy-ole? Bratchie?” Erika tilted her head, the wild dog’s radar dish ears swishing gently in the still, cool air of the restaurant. She thought she could hear some music gently playing from hidden speakers, but it would have to be low enough to disappear beneath the low, distant murmur of soft conversation and the much sharper, brighter clinking of silverware on the thick plates around. “What do you think?”

Across from her Max sat with his chin propped in one paw, his own ears pinned backwards and his muzzle angled to one side. As Erika watched, his eyes twitched, fluttered halfway shut, then closed entirely – and then he pulled in a sharp breath, nostrils flaring and ears flicking up. “I don’t know!” he barked, a little bit louder than would have been appropriate for an environment as this. “I don’t know. I don’t… hah…”

And bit by bit Erika relaxed the grip of her footpaws between his legs, the movement allowing her to shift back in her seat a bit further. Thank God for these long tablecloths, she thought yet again; with the table at this size she could quite easily reach across underneath and grind the heel of her footpaw right up into her brother’s groin, bare toes curling around the bulge in his pants to squeeze his sheath snug. As the time had gone on she had been able to feel him stiffen up, the damp heat of his growing arousal beginning to simmer out through the material of his pants, his legs spreading, his rump coming closer to the edge of his chair, his ears flattening down further as his attention split and fizzled.

Erika thumbed to the next page in the menu, putting out no outward sign of her current involvement. With one paw she ran a finger down the various lines, dishes of which she had heard before but had never seen or tasted; with one footpaw she spread her toes across the bulge of her brother’s fully hard cock, wedged halfway towards one leg of his pants, the ongoing little squirts of pre soaking well through his jeans. She grinded into him with the ball of her footpaw, pressed down as though she were trying to push herself back in her seat, and then slid forward to once again curl her toes around him – this time making sure to lead with the smooth silver ring around the big toe, rubbing it into place, rolling it back and forth.

Across from her Max’s ears perked and he leveled his gaze at her, mouth covered by that paw. His throat pulsed outwards in a gulp; Erika squeezed again, and felt him shiver and once again lift up against her footpaw. If she changed her angle just slightly, then she could feel the sleek bulge of his knot still hidden within his sheath, and then a little bit further down from there the softer warmth of his balls as well spread around her heel.

I wonder if there’s a way I could get him to whip it out… She bit her lip, tilted her head, tapped at the menu as though deciding on something. Being able to actually squeeze him between my toes… feeling him twitch, and throb, and jerk, and then shoot… I wonder if I’d be able to hear it hit the underside of the table. He’d better spurt across my footpaws, both of them, and then we’ll let them dry as we eat, and once we get home he’ll have to clean them off with his mouth… and…

Erika lifted her gaze above the edge of her menu again and once more brought her other footpaw in, bracing herself against the edge of Max’s chair for support as she sank a little bit further down in her own. Even before she touched him again she saw that he had noticed, his ears perking forward, his eyes focusing on hers… and then unfocusing again, drifting upwards, then once more sliding beneath heavy eyelids fluttering down.

“Valentine’s is this weekend,” he had said to her earlier in the week, as usual after their parents had left the house. “I was wondering if you might – want to-”

“Oh. Asking your sister out on a date?” Of course at the time he had brought it up Erika had already been on top of him, her chest pressed against his, knee drawn up between his legs, some of the fur from his ear still sticking to her lips from where she had been gently nibbling just a moment before.

“Well – I mean – I was just thinking that since we’re… I mean… you and I – um-”

“Hey.” And she had leaned in and pressed her lips to his, and felt the tension and anxiety melt out of him… and then, of course, she had sucked his upper lip in between hers, and nudged and nipped and drew her tongue beneath it, and tapped at the braces he still wore, and drew a paw up along his chest to his shoulder, his neck, his jaw to hold him in place until he had to take in another breath.

Erika had taken the opportunity then to break away from the kiss and lift up to seal her mouth around his nose and exhaled there – he hated when she did that – so that he had no choice but to breathe in her breath, and then when he coughed and spluttered and sighed it back out, she once again met him in another kiss to bring it right back in to her own lungs-

“Are we ready to order, here?”

Her ears flicked and twitched upwards and for a moment her heart leapt in her chest, but still she kept her footpaws in place against Max’s twitching shaft through his pants, beneath the table. Erika halfway turned as much as she could to face the waiter, all dressed in black and white finery, a pleasant, practiced smile on his muzzle, fur combed and slicked, not a single strand out of place. She glanced back across the table – Max had hidden himself behind his menu again, though even from here she could see the way his fingers squeezed into the faux leather of the cover – then looked up to the waiter again.

“I think I am,” Erika offered, “but my… companion here might not be.” As she spoke she tightened her grip on him again, curling her toes over, wedging his cock between the arches of her footpaws and his surely soaked thigh. She imagined that when she lifted her footpaws, thick strings of goo hung between her pawpads and his pants… “Max? What do you think?”

One of his ears flicked. Erika ran her footpaw up towards his tip, nudged in there, squeezed… pressed in until she felt his shaft slide away from the pressure, along with a jerk bouncing through his body.

“A-almost,” he panted through gritted teeth, then sighed again. “Y-you go first. I just… need… one or two moments more…”

Each of her brother’s pauses came with another throb beneath her pawpads, and another little thrust forward. Understanding what he was saying, Erika smirked again and then took her time in thumbing back through the menu, pretending as though she were trying to find her order.

“Yeah, so, I was curious about the… um…” She pointed to the item and tilted her menu to the waiter, and used the movement to hide another shift in how she pressed her footpaws against her brother. Max grunted again; one of the waiter’s ears flicked over but he remained where he was. “This one. Sorry, we’re – no strangers to eating out, really, but it’s just been a while since…”

“Beef braciole for you? Wonderful choice, ma’am.”

“Okay. Cool. I was wondering if that was how it was pronounced.” Erika settled back in her seat, dropping one footpaw down to then scoop it up underneath Max, the heat of his balls and rump searing around her. She wiggled her toes again, digging up against him, feeling the resultant throb this time underneath him; he lifted up a little bit, settled himself forward, squeezed, clenched, all palpable through the material of his pants. “It says it comes in a sauce – that’s, what, a tomato sauce?”

“Partially, ma’am. It’s a thick, decadent sauce with tomatoes, but mostly the meat is stewed in its own juices so it becomes rich and tender. Succulent all the way through; a real treat for the mouth and the senses.”

“Mmm. That sounds delightful.”

“It is. Anything else for you?”

“Hmm…” Again Erika flipped to the next page, though kept her gaze leveled over the rim towards Max instead. He had closed his menu and now sat with his arms on the table, chin once again held in his paw; as she watched Erika could see him grinding his teeth and struggling to deliberately keep his ears upright, his eyes slipping back and forth between remaining half-open and then wrenching shut. She watched the way he breathed, the flaring of his nostrils, the twitching of his whiskers, the flicking of his ears… the tensing and throbbing between his legs, lifting up against one of her footpaws and then grinding back down onto the other, working himself in rhythm with her stroking through his pants. “I’m curious about the drinks you have.”

“Of course. We have a full range of wines available, both by the glass and bottle, and then if you turn to the next page you can see our cocktails as well, in our usual selection as well as with a rotating daily special.”

“Ooh.” Erika straightened up a bit, this time pushing against Max with both paws for the leverage to do so. His eyes flicked shut, his ears straightened up, and a full-body shiver bounced through him… and then he sighed out again a second later. “What’s today’s?”

“My Sister’s Keeper, as a sumptuous take a classic Bee’s Knees built instead in flavors of pomegranate with the honey, served with a thick, luscious froth over the top.”

“Oh, I love that. One of those?”

“May I see your ID?”

“Ah. My b-” Erika caught herself right then and pinched her lips together. “My companion here has his, but I don’t. He drove us in, and I left my wallet at home.” Max glanced at her again, the need and urgency reflected in his eyes, a sharp mix of please do and please don’t sparkling there as she now drew her other footpaw back up from underneath him, to squeeze it in further down along his shaft. His knot had started to pulse out within his sheath; finding her target, Erika pressed in there, wiggling her toe with the ring into place, nudging it back and forth. “Next time, then. So, yes, just the beef – braciole? And then, Max? You ready?”

The other wild dog straightened up, flashed a quick smile at the waiter, and then reached to open his menu. Shaky paws stumbled across the cover; trembling fingers squeezed in again; he tried to flip the pages but could not, his shoulders coming forward, his head pitching down. Erika heard him swallow, then clear his throat, then swallow again. The tension continued to build up throughout his body, shivering, shaking, simmering, boiling; one of his knees bounced underneath the table with that urgent, peaking sensation, Erika running her pawpads back and forth along the slickened shape of his shaft in his pants, pushing, squeezing, stroking-

“Y-yes,” he managed, “I was just – thinking about the – the…”

Then he suddenly pursed his lips and squeezed his eyes shut – bucked – bucked again – grunted – jerked – and hot, rich stickiness oozed slowly through the thick fabric of his jeans, soaking into the material and then dribbling out. Erika continued pressing into his cock, one footpaw squeezing behind his fully swollen knot, the other now coming forward to smear and streak his load out across himself as well as her pawpads; Max held where he was for a moment longer and then released all that tension in a slow, shaky sigh, and finally opened his eyes again.

“S-sorry.” He smiled sheepishly up at the waiter. “I – um – felt a sneeze coming on, but it’s… it’s gone now.”

The waiter’s nose twitched. Erika slowly released the pressure from her footpaws, but still kept then in place between Max’s legs.

“No worries, sir. Your order?...”