S'mores
Rottweilers, incest, and musk so if you don't like that sort of thing you know what to do.
"Well kids, it's past my bedtime."
The daddy rottweiler arched his back extricating his bulky frame from the cheap camp chair. He tossed the butt of his cigar into the campfire. The dregs of his bourbon, mostly melted ice sizzled after it.
"Don't forget to put out the fire when you're done, and don't stay up much longer, breakfast is at 8. Keep it quiet, if you wake your mother I won't hear the end of it."
"Got it pops!" quipped his 15 year old daughter, flashing a sarcastic thumbs up. The red highlights in her short black headfur glowing in the firelight, her body perpetually wrapped in a black t-shirt of her favorite band of the month.
"Don't call me pops, Shelly."
"Yeah punk, don't call the old man pops", echoed his 17 year old son. His father glanced back at him.
The flickering campfire behind his son silhouetted the younger rottie's broad frame. Similar to the older dog's minus the 50 pounds of bourbon and cheeseburgers added over the years.
"Daniel...." his exasperated tone trailed off. "Both of you keep quiet and go to bed soon, and Shelly don't forget your pills."
"Yeah, yeah." She quickly took a foil packet from her pocket, ripped open the pills and swallowed them dry.
"Good girl."
Then the outline of their father's frame disappeared into the darkness, unzipping of tent doors and sleeping bags quickly followed, then silence.
The two rottweilers sat staring at the fire for a few minutes until a snore rumbled through camp.
Dan reached into the cooler and pulled out a beer. "I don't know how mom sleeps next to that buzzsaw."
Shelly stared blankly, the fire reflecting in her brown eyes. "Dude, that's mom snoring, they're both so loud they can't hear each other." Then she noticed the beer in Dan's paw.
"Oooh, I'm gonna tell", she mocked, smiling.
"You say anything and I'll tell them you snuck out with that bull fella the other night."
Shelly's eyes widened for a moment, then she gave him the finger.
She leaned forward in her camp chair, the firelight illuminating her brown fur running up her neckline and the underside of her her muzzle, a silver spiked collar shone brightly in the muted brown tones of her fur.
"Have as many beers as you want, Dad can count though."
"He won't miss one." The beer hissed as Dan cracked it open. Foam spilling onto the simple white tank top and athletic shorts he wore. He didn't care, camping's about getting dirty.
"I'm starved", Shelly said to herself. Shelly was continuously starved these days, her body demanding to add the bulk of her breed, whether she wanted to or not. She grabbed a bag of marshmallows and graham crackers off the cooler between them. "Wanna make s'mores?"
She popped out of her chair and started digging into the cooler. "Where are all the chocolate bars?"
Dan shrugged. "It was a long ride, I was hungry." He took a long pull on the beer.
"Asshole."
"Whoops." Dan smiled sheepishly, his white canines flashing in the firelight against his broad dark muzzle. "The marshmallow is the best part anyway."
"No way dummy, we need chocolate...oh wait!"
The female rottie ran over to her tent and disappeared half inside for a minute, her round cutoff covered bottom and thighs hanging outside with the tent door draped over her. She emerged with something in her paws.
"Ralph gave me some chocolate for our 1 month anniversary last week. Shelly sneered at the 1 month part. "Must be fancy with sea salt or something. Told me to we'd eat some the next time we hung out." She tore off the foil and split it in two. "Eh, I'm not really into him anyway."
Shelly plunked half the chocolate bar on a graham cracker and handed it to her brother as she settled back into her camp chair.
"Why'd you go out with him then?" Dan reached toward the flames with two marshmallows perched at the end of a stick. The shape of his black furred arms and shoulders lightly defined in the flickering firelight.
"He's cute, and he smelled really good when he asked me out." She said matter of factly, "I gotta steal one of his hoodies. But we have NOTHING in common."
Dan gave his sister a look. "He smelled good, seriously?"
"Yeah, he smelled like a bull, you know? Hay, irish spring soap, sweat, but kinda sweet, not like you, stinky dog." Shelly screwed up her face at her brother. "Maybe because he's a vegetarian." A glow erupted in the campfire as her marshmallows burst into flames.
"Punk, you're burning it."
"I like it that way." Shelly pulled the flaming stick from the fire and slowly turned it in front of her nose, making sure the fire touched every part. The glowing marshmallows reflecting in her eyes.
Dan raised his arm and ducked his muzzle to his armpit and huffed an exaggerated whiff, then turned to his sister. "Ahhh. I smell great!". His jowls breaking into a doggy smile.
"Dude, it's 90 degrees, and we've been hiking all day. You need a shower."
"I'm au naturel! I love camping!"
Dan pulled his lightly toasted marshmallows from the fire, expertly pinned them between the crackers and chocolate, and tossed his stick into the flames. Half the s'more disappeared between his teeth as he munched hungrily.
"Fuck these are always better than I remember". He crunched into the other half and swallowed, trailing it with the last of his beer. Making a face. "But not great with beer...." He spit the final swig of beer into the bushes.
Turning his head back to face his sister "I'll air out sleeping under the stars tonight".
Shelly crushed the charred remnants of the marshmallows with the chocolate and crackers and took a big bite of s'more, the marshmallow dripping down her handpaws.
Her cheeks bulging, "that's a pretty whack tent you made over there."
"Don't talk with your mouth full, punk."
Shelly downed the rest of the s'more, and hungrily licked the marshmallow from her paws.
Dan watched her intently, the fire popped. "Dad made me do wolf scouts for years, had to try the one thing I learned. Not like I need to keep warm tonight."
"You'll get a million mosquito bites."
"Nah, they don't like me."
"Me either."
Dan snorted at her as he stood up, grasping the handle of the sloshing cooler between them, raising it easily, and dumped the melted ice on the fire. Steam billowed from the coals around them.
"Really, one beer and you're tired?"
Pointing his thumb over his shoulder at her pink tent. "It's tent time for punks."
"God I hate that thing, Strawberry Shortwolf...I must have been like 10 when they got me that."
Shelly stood and padded towards the tent, her brother following behind her. As she dipped inside, Shelly's thick cutoff clad ass was on full display. Her nub of a tail staring him down for a long second.
Shelly's voice called from inside. "Hey this pink monstrosity doesn't have a zipper inside the door, could you zip it shut for me?"
"Sure"
"Gnight, stink dog."
"Gnight, punk."
As he zipped the tent shut a blast of the young female rotties scent cut through the woodsmoke and bug spray in the air. After a day outdoors in the summer heat, it was concentrated, heady. It lingered thick in his nose as he turned away. She smelled really fuckin good today, damn. Dan couldn't help but chuff it deep in his nose as he walked away. His head swam in it for a moment.
"Fuck dude, you need to get laid." Dan shook his head clear and absentmindedly rubbed his thickening sheath through the loose shorts. He hadn't packed underwear for the trip, it seemed silly for camping.
Dan laid down under his improvised tarp and rope tent a few feet away from Shelly's, resting on top of a sleeping bag. Still rubbing his outline of his plump sheath through his shorts, teenage hormones dragging his mind through the gutter. Fuck he wanted to rub one out, but he couldn't out in the open. He tried to focus on the stars. The glittered brightly in the pitch black sky, almost shimmering. Damn how hadn't he noticed that earlier, they were fucking amazing! Eventually his eyelids were heavy, his bulk relaxing onto the sleeping bag, trying not to envision Shelly's cutoff clad ass as he fell asleep with a hard on.
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Dan was in a swimming pool, surrounded by Shelly and her friends. Her black t-shirt was clinging to her in the water and he was trying not to stare too obviously at her body. Fuck she's filled out nice. His cock couldn't ignore the curvy thick bitch in front of him, his sheath started to bulge lewdly, the red tip peeking above the waist of his board shorts. Shelly turned and caught his gaze, she looked surprised for a moment, then quickly ran her paw thought the water and splashed him in the face, "Dirty dog".
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Dan woke up not knowing where he was. Disoriented and wet, rain was coming down hard on his face. How the hell had he slept through that, he was soaked.
"Fuck, shit", he muttered, trying to stand up and losing his balance in the wet grass and mud. "Fuck me."
He awkwardly crawled a few feet in the dark to the door of Shelly's tent, his dream addled erection still swinging and bouncing in his dripping shorts. Grabbing his phone from his wet pocket he turned on the flashlight. He found the tent zipper, yanked it open, and quickly crawled inside, zipping the thin fabric shut behind him.
"DAN JESUS!" Shelly's footpaws were kicking weakly at his back.
"Quit it punk!"
Dan dropped his phone between them illuminating the tent.
His eyes unfocused, and white crept into the edges of his vision as he breathed deep, chuffing hard, his senses overwhelming him..
The tent was thick with pure female canine sex and heat, he didn't have to smell it, he could fucking taste it in the pungent stagnant air trapped inside the tent. Shelly rolled away from him trying to cover herself, pulling her t-shirt down in front of her, but she was completely bottomless. Rolling away put her round full beautiful ass on full display a foot from his muzzle as rain pounded loudly against the tiny tent built for 10 year olds.
Dan struggled to talk, his tough thick and dry in his mouth. "Punk, what the fuck, I'm so fucking high."
Shelly whined, "Me tooooo, fucking chocolate! I didn't knooow."
The funk in the air was cloying at him. "Punk, you're in fucking heat."
"I knoooooww!" The young punky rotty whined again still facing away from him, rubbing her footpaws together in frustration. Her handpaws hidden between her thighs.
Dan's cock was already bobbing lewdly in his soaking wet shorts. The throbbing tip and red veined shaft extending inches from shealth, now stretched painfully tight around him.
But she's your sis...., the thought was lost in the rich scent swimming around Dan's incredibly stoned mind. The funk of a 15 year old rottie bitch in her first unmedicated heat.
Dan could barely form words, "your pills?!"
"Packed the wrong ones...fuuuck...you stiiiiink." She whined and turned her head to face Dan, her eyes half lidded and deeply bloodshot.
For hours, unbearably high and horny Shelly has furiously plunged her fingers into her swollen folds praying sleep would come. Adrift in disjointed fantasies of males breeding her hard and fast over and over again. She barely saw Dan in the small confines of the pink tent. A dirty, muscular, virile male rottweiler crowded her unfocused vision, kneeling over her. His acrid sweat, musk, and need radiated off his dripping body, and hung in the humid stagnant air of the tent. Shelly wanted his stink on her, ground into her fur.
Shelly took a series of deep chuffing breaths and rolled over, sitting up on her elbows with her legs spread in front of her, her heavy lidded unfocused gaze on Dan. Her pussy was displayed, flushed, swollen, glistening. The fur between her thighs matted, wet, and soaking.
"What do we do?" Shelly's voice was weak, pleading.
Dan's dull doggy gaze trailed down his sisters semi prone body. Her chest was heaving, then she began to lightly pant. Dan's muzzle hung open, a thin line of drool trailed from his lips landing on sleeping bag between them. Precum was splashing the front of his shorts with every throb of his cock, filling the sweltering tent with a thick fog of sex.
Dan slowly leaned forward between his younger sisters thighs, chuffing hard deep breaths, rubbing his nose and muzzle against the damp thick fur. She was so hot, so wet, her scent was so strong, so fucking good. His morality pushed aside by overwhelming need in his fucked up mind and loins.
Shelly didn't move as her brother dropped his broad head inching closer to her sex, she felt outside her own body. Was this even happening? Dan's muzzle moved slowly closer, until she felt his heavy breath against her exposed body. Shelly allowed her head to roll back limply, her muzzle open in a silent moan, her sex presented to the big rottie male kneeling over her. Dan slowly methodically tongued her thighs, tasting her matted fur and fluids until he reached the source of the scent enveloping him. Instinct won, Dan hungrily ate out his sister's pussy, dragging his tongue between her labial folds.
"Fuck...yes" Shelly gasped with rapid breath.
Dan snaked the broad curling muscle along her puffy lips again and again, grasping his sister's thighs firmly as she wiggled against him. Plunging himself as deep as he could in his sister's pulsing pink tunnel, Shelly shuddered involuntarily. Her brother's rough tonguing coaxed an instinctual bucking of her hips as his cold nose ground against her throbbing clit. Slurping her juices lewdly, Dan's tongue slathered and strained the thin membrane guarding his sister's virginity. Shelly's matted glistening black furred thighs cradled her brothers wide muzzle lovingly as Dan's tongue writhed inside her.
"Oh god..." Shelly let out a half bark, footpaws curling, and stomach straining and shaking as Dan's tongue roughly induced another orgasm deep within her, her fourth that night.
Dan drank the young needy heated bitch's cum. Her ripe flavor swirling in the heady pheromone fog driving his feral need. Her primal quivering release brought him back momentarily, his gaze rising back up to his sister face. Dan raised his head an inch from her pussy, slowly extracting his invading tongue. Shelly's essense dripping from his lips, his coated dripping muzzle fur shining in the low light.
He sloppily licked his chops. "Punk...can we fuck?"
The rottie bitch was still shaking, panting, her head rolling forward on her shoulders to meet his heavy lidded gaze. "Don't cum in me."
Dan clumsily peeled his sopping shirt over his broad shoulders and head and kicked his shorts past Shelly into the corner of the tiny tent. Naked and kneeling in a puddle of precum soaked into the sleeping bag below him, he grasped his deep red veined erection, working his sheath down over the throbbing base of his leaking 8 inch doghood. The engorged length and tapered tip bobbed obscenely in the dim light.
"On your knees like a good pup"
Shelly shakily got to her knees as Dan loomed above her in the small tent, her fur slick and shining with the sweat and moisture that clung to the thin tent walls all around them. Shelly leaned forward on her elbows, her beautiful heart shaped ass and swollen pink virgin cunt presented to him, she was trembling with need and anticipation. Her sodden black t-shirt riding up her back.
Dan knelt over his smaller younger sister, hot dogging his length between her thighs and against her sopping stomach and buried his nose firmly in the sweaty base of her neck fur. Dan huffed and chuffed her scent deeply as he gripped the base of his cock and dragged the straining veined length back along her outer folds, guiding the tip to her heated quivering pussy. A forceful jet of hot pre coated her swollen petals and Shelly squeaked involuntarily. Undeterred, Dan slowly urged forward and felt her intense silken heat envelop the tip of his doghood. A second particularly voluminous squirt of precum sprayed her unviolated inner walls.
"Oh god, punk"
"Did you cum?"
"No"
"Don't stop"
Dan pushed forward, Shelly gasped and felt each vein of her brother's cock drag past the parts of her sex she knew so well, into parts she'd never felt before. Her hymen torn, forgotten, and oh god, he was inside her. Dan hunched over Shelly and plunged his dripping meat deep into his little sister's hungry heated depths. Ungodly stoned, he felt her trembling cunt radiate pleasure through his body, down to his fucking paws. Dan dragged his length back, and hunched deeper, every inch of her heat engorged flesh caressing his cock. Completely lost in his drugged headspace Dan hilted himself in his sister, his heavy swollen balls slapped wetly against her matted glistening pubic fur. Cupping her breasts through her t-shirt, covering her smaller frame with his dripping sweaty chest. Dan's hips moved involuntarily, plunging deep into his sisters sucking heat. The rottie's eyes half lidded, his tongue lolling, panting and drooling on his shuddering sister under him. Shelly bucked back against him, instinctively meeting his thrusts, squeezing his length deep and hot in her belly, thoroughly soaking Dan's crotchfur and balls in her heated fluids.
Shelly barely felt her hymen tear, it just felt so damn good. Her pussy stretched full in the way her body urged and demanded. Shelly could feel Dan's bulk all around her, dripping, his drool and sweat coating her back and shoulders. His stink ground into her ass fur as he surged inside her, using her body for pleasure, marking her, claiming her, breeding her. Lost in the pure intensity of the moment. Ass up, submitting to her horny fucking brother. It felt so fucking wrong but so amazing that she didn't care. The pleasure radiating from her pussy was everywhere, she could feel it in her teeth. Dan was inside her so deep she could feel his fucking heartbeat through his cock. Hot jets of her brother's spurting precum stung her cervix. Her brothers shorts were in the corner in front of her, sopping in funky sheath sweat and pre. Shelly grabbed the fabric and held the crotch tight against her muzzle and huuuuuffed. Shelly chuffed deeply and came so hard she nearly blacked out, as her brother repeatedly ground his cock against her virgin walls. He was swelling inside her, stretching her with every hilted thrust. His heavy dripping balls slapping against her slick matted fur.
"You feel sooo fucking gooood, punk"
"Unnnnggggg" Shelly couldn't form words.
Dan's paw found the spiked collar around Shelly's neck. He gripped it tightly pulling her head back. Dan hunched and thrust as he closed his muzzle around his sister's, his muscular tongue writhed in her throat. Shelly gasped, her airway constricted, and then moaned around his tongue as he suddenly released his grip on her collar. Dan lurched roughly against his sister's perfect 15 year old thick rottie ass, her cheeks rolling with every urgent thrust. Hot precum splashed and bubbled from the young teen's ravaged petals. Shelly's vaginal walls instinctively squeezing Dan tighter, coaxing him deeper, urging his rapidly engorging knot to stay firmly hilted within her sloppy wet cunt. Dan was fucking wrecking his sister. Their wet slaps louder, faster. Dan had seconds to pull out before his little sister's sex would be stretched beyond its limit, unable to release him.
"Gonna... knot you...punk"
"Don't...care...anymore"
Dan muscled haunches flexed and kept him deep within his bitch as his knot engorged fully, Shelly squealed, her battered vaginal walls clutching at Dan's throbbing cock, her body ensuring their incestuous breeding. Dan saw stars, past the point of not return, his thrusts erratic inside the pulsing cunt of his needy bitch.
"Cumming...in your pussy...punk."
Dan's body went rigid with a final violent snarling thrust. Clutched against her brother's sweaty muscled chest, Shelly felt Dan's balls draw up tight against her raw pussy lips as his cock surged deep within her belly. The tip of Dan's cock throbbed obscenely, crammed against his little sister cervix. His sperm rich cum gushing hot and thick inside her, filling any space that remained. His doghood lurching again and again as his cum breached her cervix and coated her fertile womb."Ahh fuck Dan, ahh fuck." Shelly tried to pull away.
Shelly's older brother firmly held her in place, rhythmically pulsing inside her, until his viscous fluids drooled from her battered lips, down her stomach. Dan's every instinct ensured that the fertile heated bitch under him would be heavy with his pups. Joined tightly, his essence leaking from her hot depths, Dan lovingly licked the back of Shelly's neck, drooling in the afterglow, both of them swimming in the scent of each others sweat and cum.
Dan and Shelly collapsed together onto the soaked sleeping bag beneath them. For a minute, there was only the sound of panting in the small space.
"Holy hell, punk"
Shelly looked back at her brother, her eyes heavy lidded from drugs, sex, and everything else. "We fucked up."
Dan lovingly licked his sister's muzzle, and rested his head on hers, cheek to cheek. He reached behind him to grab his phone and illuminated the screen in front of them.
"It's three. Let's cuddle a bit, and do that again. That was fuckin awesome."
"Dan you can't knock me up."
"Big bro's got you, punk." Dan tapped the alarm app and set it for six. "Up before Mom and Dad, grab a shower and sober up. I have keys to Dad's truck, we'll get you a morning after pill and a new tent at the Walmart off the highway. Back before breakfast."
Shelly nestled her head against Dan's chest, angling her muzzle into his damp armpit. Huffing deeply and exhaling contently, she ran her soft tongue through his sweaty pitfur. Shelly shuddered around her brother's throbbing knotted cock, still locked deep inside her.
"You still stink."
Dan tussled her damp headfur. "You like it, punk".