FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

There was a feral boutique just a ten minute walk away, but I quickly realized how much easier this would be if I had a car. Even though the husky shepherd mix seemed to admire me, she was breaking down after the first five minute.

"Are we there yet? Why is it so long? I wanna go back!"

"We're already half-way there, Anna," I said, flicking an ear.

She wailed. "Only half-way!! I'm_never_ gonna make it!"

"I thought you wanted to go shopping. It's not like I can make it go any faster, so stop complaining."

She stopped in her tracks, sitting on the sidewalk, whining, "You don't even care. My feet_hurt_, Pie. It's not fair!"

I was pretty sick of these mini-mental breakdowns. "Life's not fair," I growled, and kept walking.

"Hey! Hey!" she yelped, but I was getting farther and farther away.

I turned the corner and waited, ears perked. Sure enough, I heard four feet on pavement, so I kept walking. Annabelle had no trouble catching up, her ears flat. "You can't just leave me," she whined. "What if I got kidnapped!?"

"I don't know anyone who'd kidnap you while you're whining like that," I said simply. "Don't you realize how much it sucks to be around you when you're like that?"

Anna wailed and sat down again, but she could see that I was just going to keep walking. She picked up her feet and followed along, quiet for once.

"Are we there?" she asked, sullenly.

"It's just around this corner, Anna." I couldn't believe it - I'd won. She'd stopped whining, and kept walking. My ears were perked and my tail held high as we turned to reach "Maya's Pink Curtain", which I couldn't help but snicker at. Was she trying to name her store after her genitals?

The pink curtains covered every dressing room, and the clothes were pretty unfamiliar to me. I don't go crazy on clothes, and these were for girls, and for four-leggers, so I was pretty lost. Annabelle wasn't much better off, having never really worn clothes at all, so it was up to me. Maya, if that was her name, wasn't being very helpful talking on the phone to online clients. So I found myself browsing the aisles for things that might work, asking Anna for advice. We picked out a dozen skirts and some tops in the worst colors imaginable for a black-and-brown dog. There was a pastel pink and teal outfit, and a salmony-orangey thing, but I let her pick out what she wanted.

"Alright, go try these on and see what you like," I said.

"Um...Pie?"

"Yes - oh." My ears fell as I realized that I couldn't even hand the clothes to her - she didn't_have_ hands. Worse, she certainly couldn't try them on herself. I was going to have to dress her. Groaning, I said, "Alright, come on."

No one thought it strange, assuming I was her brother, as we walked through the pink curtains to the changing rooms. We started with the tops, meaning I had to kneel down next to Anna as I tucked one paw and then the other into the holes, before pulling the shirt over her head. Honestly, I thought they looked kind of silly, and not just because of the color. I guess I was already getting used to seeing her in her birthday suit.

She liked the teal t-shirt she tried on second, and we set aside a couple of similar sizes in different colors. But she kept that one on, to try with the skirts. "That one," she said, pointing to a pink skirt that was maybe a foot long.

It didn't have a hole for the tail, so at first I tried to pull the skirt up beneath her curled tail. At least it was easy for her to stand in the loop, so I didn't have to look too closely before sliding the cloth up her hind legs. But when I reached her tail, the skirt was loose and fell down. I pulled it up again, but it was clear that I had to put her tail through the hole, too. I grabbed my half-sister's tail and had to use a lot of force to curl it down into the skirt, pulling it up until the elastic band cinched around her waist.

"What do you think?" she asked, standing up and walking forward, looking over her shoulder at the pink skirt.

She was standing in front of me. Her tail may have gone through the loop, but it was still curled up, which rumpled the skirt up onto her back. She held her little rump up for me to see, but all I could look at was her little, triangular spade, even more noticeable than usual thanks to the pink cloth framing it.

"I...uh...don't think it'll work."

"Why not?" Anna said. "I like the colors."

"It's made for a less curly tail," I explained, looking away.

"Ohhh...you can still see my vulva?"

"Yeah," I admitted, still refusing to look.

"What about this skirt?" she asked, pointing to a lime green that would never fit with the teal she was wearing.

I had to crouch down behind the eight-year-old again, lower the skirt off her naked rump, and pull up the next skirt, and then the next, but none of them worked. The ones with tail holes weren't designed for such bushy tails, and the ones without hiked up very revealingly. Each time she tried one on, she'd lift her butt in my direction and say, "Still?"

"Sorry. We can try the pants?"

Anna shook her head. "I don't _want_pants. They're ugly!"

It wasn't until we were searching around for a solution that we found one - panties. It hadn't even occurred to me to look for panties, but there they were, with straps to tighten around tails of all shapes and sizes. But that meant, in the changing room, I had to get really handsy with Anna. She didn't mind or even notice, pushing her butt into my face. I slowly pulled up the soft, white panties, my hand accidentally brushing her vagina as I tightened the straps.

Next, the skirt, and then the question. "Still?"

There in front of me was a pink skirt, hiked up, revealing her cloth-clad rump, the outline of her thick spade easily visible through the thin panties. If anything, the clothes only drew attention to her pussy, but I was tired, and it was good enough for me. "Looks good," I explained, and we bought two tops, two skirts, and two pairs of panties for a mere twenty-one bucks. She wore the teal/pink outfit out of the store.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"That was fun!" she smiled, wagging her tail.

We spent far more time than he'd expected, and only had thirty minutes before swimming. "Alright, let's get ready. Do you wear swim trunks or something?"

Annabelle just laughed. "No, silly. But we can't go swimming until we take a shower."

"What? But you're going swimming."

Anna rolled her eyes, which wasn't very endearing. "They don't want to make the pool dirty, Pie."

"Well, okay, fine." I stood there, waiting.

"Pie!" she groans. "I can't bathe myself!"

Oh damn damnity damn damn."I'll toss you in and turn on the water?" I asked hopefully.

"No," she explained. "You have to wet my fur down and shampoo it with the shower hose, like Mom does."

What the fuck was Mom thinking when she set me up as babysitter? This was ridiculous!

When we arrived at the bathroom, I realized it was worse than I imagined. The entry to the shower was on the near end, and the hose was attached at the far end. It was a walk-in shower built for ferals, and I would have to go in there_with Anna. Of course I didn't bring swim trunks, or a change of clothes. But I wasn't going to go in there _naked!

Ultimately, the best I could do was to go in in my underwear. I'd just go commando after this, until it dried. After I helped Anna get naked, I stripped to my tighty-whities and hopped in the shower with my naked, eight-year-old half-sister.

Once the water finally warmed up, I moved the hose around, spraying Anna down while she stood obediently in place. I coated her back, and then her legs and her belly, until the little girl pushed her rump toward me. Reluctantly, I gave her hindquarters a quick dousing.

"Now rub the shampoo in," she explained.

I was already pretty wet from all the water, but at least now I could put the shower head down. But, as it turns out, this task was far, far worse. I poured the shampoo into my hands and started to rub my half-sister down, head-to-toe. I'd never even touched a girl at school like this before. I was forced to give the puppy a full-body massage, soap suds covering us both. She just stood there, breathing slowly in contentment as I handled her body.

"That feels so good," she explained, wagging her tail and splashing him.

"I don't need to know that," I groaned.

She cocked her head. "Why not?"

"I - uh...don't worry about it."

She accepted that answer for now. I rinsed down her back and her sides, but I still had to shampoo her belly. She knew the drill, flipping over onto her back. She couldn't have had her head toward me, that would have been too easy! Instead, she was lying on her back, her hind legs spread eagle at me, that little grey spade staring straight at me. Trying to ignore it, I knelt over her and started rubbing the shampoo into her fur, starting with her neck.

Why does she have to moan like that?_Soft gasps escaped her muzzle as I worked over her body, grateful that whatever nipples she might have were hidden in her fur. I hesitated when I reached her hind legs, the soft fur much shorter, leaving nothing to the imagination. _She's my kid sister for God's sake!

"What's wrong?" she asked innocently.

"Nothing," I lied, biting my lip and starting the rub the fur on her abdomen as I worked further down.

But she was too smart for her own good. Probably that damn "My Beautiful Body" book. She said, "Do you have an erection?"

I froze. She was staring where I was kneeling in my underpants, and sure enough, I was tented, hard. I could feel her eyes on my bulge, my eight-year-old half-sister imagining what I would look like without my undies.

"No," I gasped, covering myself with my hands, sheepishly.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked.

"No!" I yelped.

"Oh..." she said, ears drooping.

"I mean, yes. I mean, maybe. You're_eight_."

"I think you're pretty," she explained, wagging her tail. "I think you look good without clothes."

I was beat red, and it wasn't just my reddish fur. "You're not supposed to think that about your brother."

"I'm sorry, Pie. Did I do something wrong?"

"No, Anna. Just - let's get you all finished up, okay?" I said, trembling. As if my cock wasn't already hard, now that she was clearly looking at it, it only got bigger. I bet I was only half in my sheath under there.

She was quiet and thoughtful as I rubbed the last bit of shampoo into her fur, delicately avoiding her grey flower, before spraying her belly down with warm water. Her eyes were on me as I aiming the spray along her chest, and her belly, and her hindquarters. But it was when I let the spray wander over to get the last few suds and I sent warm water gushing over her spade that Annabelle gasped, and said, "Ooh!"

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"No, don't 'sorry'," she mumbled. "That was good!" I held the water away from her. "Hey!" she gasped.

"Anna, I'm not going to do that. That's for private, remember?"

"Not uh," she said, authoritatively. "That's not what the book says."

"What?"

She nodded. She recited what she had clearly memorized that very day. "Some kids will even do what is called 'mutual masturbation', where one or more people masturbate each other."

Some girls do that!? Pie wanted to go to one of those parties. "You looked that up just to throw at me because I have fingers," he accused.

She didn't deny it. Instead, Annabelle said, "If you spray me with water, I'll touch your penis."

This wasn't doing anything good for my boner. I held my breath, wondering how I ever got to this place, naked in the shower with an eight-year-old feral offering to jack me off. I couldn't allow it, of course. Could I?

"Anna, we're brother and sister, sort of. We can't."

She whined. "It's not fair. You have fingers and I don't! How am I supposed to use the shower hose when I can't even pick it up!?"

"Anna, we shouldn't even be talking about this," I said nervously, wondering if she was going to bring this up with Jackson again. Even though I was being a good babysitter, there was only so far her dad's trust could go, right? "Your dad is gonna kill me."

"Please, please, please...!"

To be fair, Jackson sure hadn't told her she couldn't masturbate. But I was going to die before I considered helping her do it. "Come on, shower over. Let's go."

"No, no! No!" she wailed, kicking her hind legs. How quickly an erection goes away...I narrowed my eyes at the tantrum, but she kept it up. "You have to help - you_have_ to!"

I could at least sympathize with her. I don't know what I would have done if I were a feral and couldn't rub one out on my own. Rolling my eyes, I said, "You can't tell anyone about this - but I'll put it here," placing the shower head between her legs, but careful to have the spray shooting out in a random direction, "and you can try to hold it with your paws. But that's it, Anna. I'm leaving. There's only like...ten minutes before we have to start walking to the pool."

"Thank you thank you thank you!" the puppy gasped, reaching forward with her front paws to cradle the hose awkwardly. She managed to keep it mostly upright.

My stomach sank. What did I just _do?_I felt an icky taste in the back of my throat. Had I really just agreed to let my sister masturbate in the shower while I waited? I shook my head, deciding that what I'd done was done, and I booked it out of the bathroom, grabbing a towel and my clothes, heart racing.

This babysitting gig is total shit. I resolved to call Mom as soon as the swim lesson was over to tell her she needed to find another babysitter. If Anna threatened to tell what happened, I'd swear she's a liar. How could an eight-year-old be so much trouble? If I wasn't careful, Jackson would be cuffing me when he got home.

I waited in the hallway, breathing heavily, my dick starting to grow again as I tried to not think about what had just happened. I could have so easily just agreed, and even now, Anna and I'd... I wondered if she could learn to be as good as Candy. Maybe Annabelle could hold me over until I got back to school? No! Bad Pie!

That's when I heard the moans. Never in a million years. Never. I thought she was just trying to do big kid stuff from the puberty book. I never thought she'd actually enjoy it. But the loud, uninhibited moans vibrating through the bathroom door were pretty damn convincing. She must be on her back, directing the head of the hose to spray straight onto her little eight-year-old pussy, the warm water gushing into... No! Stop that!

"Unnngh! Ohhhh!" she whined, and I had to run downstairs. But I could still hear her, especially on her highest pitch wails.

Finally, I plugged my ears, thinking of anything I could to stop the swelling in my groin. I just had to get her to the pool. Then I could call Mom and she could save me from this nightmare. No one should have to deal with this! No wonder Rand had just given in and fucked his cousins senseless.

Even with my ears plugged, I heard when she finally finished. A barking gasp, following by a whine that got lower and lower pitch until finally I couldn't hear it anymore. "Holy shit."

I got dressed, realizing that I _still_had to go back in there with her to turn the shower off and dry her down, after what she'd just been doing. Giving in and handing her the shower hose may have been a moment of pity crossed with a desperate attempt to get out of an awkward situation, but it backfired badly as I entered the bathroom, trying not to look at her. "Come on, let's go," I said, staring at the ceiling.

"Wow," she panted. "The book wasn't kidding."

"I don't want to know," I said, stepping into the shower with her and reaching down to take the still-running nozzle and drag it to its holster.

"It said you'd know when you orgasmed."

My ears flicked. "Okay, Annabelle - I don't want to hear anything about this ever again, you got that?" I glared down at her, turning off the water. She was still lying on her back, her drenched pussy gaping slightly. I shook my head, focusing my eyes on her eyes.

"What's wrong, Pie?"

"Come on, get up. I don't know if that book says anything about this, but people don't want to hear about sex stuff, okay? I know your Dad wants you to be able to talk about this stuff, but you have to learn to save it for your parents. I. Don't. Want. To. Hear. It."

She blinked up at me, and suddenly her spade was covered - by her tucked tail. Her ears flattened, and she whined. "I'm sorry. I didn't know..." Tears were forming in her eyes.

"Look, I'm not mad. It's just people take this stuff really seriously. Most girls your age don't know half the stuff you do, and lots of people would be really shocked to hear you talking about it. It's not your fault, right? God - this conversation is ridiculous. Come on, Anna, let's go to the pool."

She got up, but her tail was still neatly tucked, which helped significantly in drying her off without having to look at or touch her private parts. She was quiet and followed meekly down the sidewalk. I felt relieved but guilty all at the same time, hoping that I'd solved the problem, even if it meant betraying Jackson ever so slightly. They couldn't really expect a thirteen-year-old boy to handle all these questions, much less_offers_.

She seemed to mostly have forgotten about it by the time we reached the pool, and I didn't have to do anything there. I relaxed on a pool chair while Anna and the other feral girls and boys got lessons from their four-legged instructor, a Boxer with the standard docked tail. She wasn't exactly a looker. I never liked those jowlsy faces. But since I was in a chair behind the pool, I didn't get a lot of chance to look at her face. Her wagging stub-tail, however...

I glanced around the pool, but everyone else seemed distracted, either learning to swim or with books or shit. Tilting my head as if I were looking at my phone, I turned my eyes squarely onto the instructor's rump. Why on earth was clothing optional? How was a hormone-addled teenager supposed to cope? Her spade was grey, like Annabelle's, forming a cute little fortune cookie that bounced and swayed with her wagging tail. From the side, I could see her little nipples in rows, and I wanted to run my hand along her belly.

I never looked at ferals this way before Candy. The grey-furred eleven-year-old had me ogling a dog instead of gazing at all the middle and high school two-leggers that dotted the pool in skimpy bathing suits. I was getting my fair share of eyes, at least from the girls who went to a different school. But as much as I wanted to flirt back, I kept shifting my gaze back to the kiddie pool.

That's it, I thought, as I snuck a peek beneath Annabelle's tail again. I've got to get out of this.

I dialed my mom. "Mom?"

"What is it honey? I can't talk long, we're on the way to the courthouse."

"I can't babysit anymore. I'm done."

"What!? We don't have a backup, you know," she said tersely.

I sighed. "There's plenty of services in the phone book. They're only a little more expensive. I'll even give back the twenty bucks."

"We don't trust those services. They treat kids like cattle to make a profit off of. Do you have any friends you'd trust?"

My only friend was Rand. Candy, I guess, but I wasn't about to suggest a drugged-out slut like her. I was about to open my mouth when I realized that Rand was the _last_person I should be suggesting to babysit my four-legged half-sister right now. Talk about a guy you couldn't trust around kids!

"No..."

"Then you're stuck with it, hon. Is she getting on your nerves? Just tell her to go read."

Reading too much is half the problem. "You don't understand. I -"

Jackson interrupted. "What's wrong, Paul?"

I felt a lump in my throat. "I, it's..."

"I know caring for a kid can be hard, and it can definitely be boring, but she needs a good role-model like you. Someone she trusts and feels comfortable around. She always asks about you. Think about this as a chance to get to know her better."

"But, I mean, I guess."

"I'm really proud of you, Paul," he added, and my ears drooped. I couldn't back out now. He was counting on me.

"A-alright."

Mom chimed in, "We're getting out now. Talk to you tomorrow. Bye!"

Shit.

All the way home from the pool, I was stewing. Why couldn't I just say, fuck you, Mom, I've got my own life, like I would with Dad? I didn't owe her anything. And I certainly didn't owe Jackson. But as I walked Annabelle home, watching her bounce around cheerfully, I realized how much she really did like and trust me. I just wasn't sure if I could live up to that level of trust.

Dinner was easy for once. The only vegetable was potatoes, and Anna gulped those down without a second of protest. We watched T.V. again, and I didn't want to make a big fuss when she put her head in my lap. I swore I wouldn't pet her, but I realized half-way into the show that I'd started absent-mindedly running my hand through her fur.

"Alright, time for bed," I said as the show ended. "Or I guess I should say 'time to read'," I added.

Anna sat up, stretching as she stepped off the couch. "Actually, I was wondering if I could take a shower."

"Got chlorine in your fur?" I asked.

The four-legger gave me a sheepish smile. "Noooo. I just, um..."

Oh, I was getting it now. I glared at Anna, and she stammered, "I'm not supposed to talk about it."

"This is talking about it, Anna," I replied, raising my hackles.

"But it's not fair - I can't even do it without your help! How am I s'pose to grab the shower head? Come on, Pie."

I refused to meet her gaze, saying, "You know I'm not supposed to be doing stuff like that. I could really get into trouble! If Mom or Jackson wants to help you out,fine, but I'm not."

Then, Annabelle growled. Startled, I looked down at the feral. She yipped, "You _already_did it once, what's so bad about doing it again? You'll get in trouble either way."

I read the expression on her face. Was she trying to blackmail me? Threatening to tell if I didn't go ahead with it? I realized what a tight spot I was in, but she didn't seem to be going that far. Yet. Was it so bad, putting her in the shower and handing her the hose? If he gave in again, she'd ask him for it every day!

"You know, Anna, there is something else you could try. It's probably not in the book, since it's for two-leggers."

She cocked her head and perked her tan ears.

"You could...you know...use your tongue instead of the hose..."

She blinked. "Will that work?"

"Only one way to find out. In private. In your own room."

Her eyes lit up and she thanked me and rushed upstairs. I had a feeling that her old habit of reading at night was about to change, and considering the sounds I heard through her doorway, down the hall, and down the stairs, I was dead on the money. At least I wasn't involved, anymore.

I went to sleep, trying to get the sounds of my little sister moaning out of my head.

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. It was 9:00 A.M., and Mom said, "How are you?"

Strange, I thought, Mom never used to worry about me. "Yeah, I guess."

"Annabelle not being too much of a handful?"

"No, I guess."

Mom said, "Look, I know it's different, right? I didn't get it at first, either, but I think Jackson's right. She ought to know about this stuff before it's too late. But it's definitely still weird for me, too. Thanks for taking this seriously, Paul."

I groaned. "What's an_eight-year-old_ need to know about...this stuff anyway?"

She said, "If she doesn't learn it now, she might end up like me. You know your father and I hooked up when I was only -"

"Gross! Mom, I don't need to hear this."

"I'm just saying, if I had known about how pregnancy worked, I wouldn't have -"

I interrupted again, "You wouldn't have had me."

She paused. "That's not what I meant. I love you, Paul, but marrying your father..."

"I know."

There was nothing else to say. "Jackson wants to talk to Annabelle."

I walked upstairs with the phone, wondering what the odds were that I was about to walk in on my sister eating herself out. But no, she was reading that romance novel when I opened the door and she looked over her shoulder at me, wagging her tail. At least she was wearing her skirt and panties, so I just got a glimpse of camel toe. Covering the phone, I said, "Don't talk about the shower."

Anna nodded, and I put the phone on speaker on the ground. I knew better than to leave her alone. Who knew what she might say. I listened in.

"Hi, honey!" Jackson said cheerfully. "How was swimming?"

"It was great, Dad. We learned how to doggy-paddle, and Miss Beaulynn gave me a sticker!"

"That's great news. Did you go shopping, too?"

She wagged her tail, and I found my gaze sliding down to the outline of her fortune cookie once again. I was such a pervert! But she was distracted talking and wouldn't notice. She said, "Pie helped me pick out some clothes. I think they're really great. I feel like a big girl!"

Jackson said, "I'm glad you like them. But remember, you don't have to wear clothes just because other people do. It's your body, your decision."

For the first time, I heard _Anna_groan at her father. "I know, Dad. You've said that a bazillion times."

"Well, it's important. Did you try masturbating again?"

I had to suppress a cough. Anna looked over her shoulder at me. She said, "Yes. I figured out that I could use my tongue instead of my paws."

My heart was racing, but she didn't mention the shower at least. Jackson said, "Good idea, sweetie. Did it feel good?"

"Really good," she agreed.

"Ok. Annabelle? You need to read chapter 8, okay honey? There's nothing wrong, but I guess you're old enough now that you need to know about all the kinds of sex and_when to do them_. Once you read it, you should get an idea of when you want to take that next step, okay? We'll talk about it when we get back, okay?"

"Alright, Daddy."

"Love you, honey. Bye bye!"

And with that, the phone call was over. I was dumbstruck. My Dad found me with his dirty magazines, smacked me, and said, "Don't you fuck no one unless you want to end up like your old man." That was the extent of his version of 'the talk'. Still, I was definitely afraid to do anything sexual for a really long time. The way Jackson was talking, Annabelle could just decide one day she was ready. That didn't seem right, either.

Anna turned to look at me. "Did I do good?"

"Yeah."

"I guess I'd better read chapter 8, then," she said, closing the romance novel.

"As long as you don't ask _me_any questions."

As if I could be so lucky. The rest of the day was a flurry of questions she had as she read through the book. "Why would someone want anal sex?" "Is oral sex safer than vaginal sex?" "What does safe mean?" "How could_I_ use a diaphragm?"

"READ THE BOOK," was my reply. The answer was always just a sentence or two away, but that didn't stop Annabelle from walking all the way downstairs to interrupt my Jumpy Frog game.

Until she finished the whole chapter. Then she asked a different line of questions.

"Have you ever had anal sex?"

"No."

"Vaginal?"

"No! Anna, go away."

"Oral sex?"

"Mm...stop it."

Something about my response revealed too much. Her ears perked up and she said, "You have done oral, haven't you! Giving, or receiving?"

I couldn't help but think about Candy. I'd only eaten her out once, but I'd liked it a lot. Of course, I was also stuffed in her muzzle at the time. I stammered, "Go away."

"Was it a girl or a boy?"

"A girl!" I stammered, before realizing I'd given it away.

"Wow. Are you boyfriend and girlfriend?" she asked, wagging her tail.

"No, we're just friends."

Her tone suddenly quieter, she asked, "Do you want to be more?"

"No. Not really," I admitted. Candy was great with her tongue, but she was kind of a slut. "I think she's, you know, sort of a free agent."

"Oh," Anna said, pondering that for a moment. "Do you want me to suck you?"

I stood up and backed away from her. "Anna, that's enough. We already talked about this. That's not okay."

She winced, cowering. "I'm sorry, Pie. But why not? The book says it can't get me pregnant."

"I'm your brother, and you're way too young."

She shrugged. "My body, my decision."

"Well, it's my body too, and I say no," I said, indignantly.

She left it off there, until dinner. Dinner was a disaster - a salad. I didn't want it, and Anna certainly didn't want it. "You've got to eat your vegetables. You know that!"

"They're gross. Why isn't there any meat!?" she whined.

"If you don't eat it, you won't get to read tonight. I'll take the books away."

She rolled her eyes and said, "I wasn't going to read anyway."

Right - she had a new bedtime ritual. Fuck. "There's no other food, kid. It's this or nothing."

She whimpered. "I'll eat it," she agreed, "if you'll let me suck you."

"That's it," I said, grabbing her plate of food and walking over to the trash. "You know better than that."

"Pie, come on," she whined. "I want to know what it's like! I'll eat the whole salad..."

I paused, my hand loosely holding the salad above the garbage can. "No."

"If I eat the salad will you at least_think_ about it?" she panted. "Tomorrow, after school?"

Now that was a deal I could make. It got the job done, and I didn't have to do anything. "Alright, I'll think about it for tomorrow," I lied. "But I'm not making any promises."

Anna's eyes lit up and she bounded over to where I set the plate down, gobbling up her food. The salad was no obstacle now. She was really excited about just the_prospect_ of sucking me off. Too bad we were both under the age of consent. Not to mention the 'half your age + seven' rule.

The evening was even tougher than dinner. I couldn't help but hear my little half-sister moaning upstairs as she jacked herself off. Was she thinking about me? Tomorrow was a school day, but thanks to Anna, I wasn't going to be able to meet with Candy. I was going to really miss that tight, wet muzzle around my thick cock, tongue slurping up and around me. And that spade - how I wanted to push my tongue between her soft, yielding folds, and taste her sweet arousal.

I slid my hand down my pants, rubbing myself, even as I could still hear the eight-year-old howling. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to think about it. I did promise, after all. I imagined picking Anna up from school, running into the house and ripping off my clothes, the German Shepherd's muzzle even tighter than Candy. She'd almost gag as I pushed myself into her, holding tightly onto her head.

Fuck, I thought, realizing what I was doing. "If I'm doing this, I'd better do it right."

I snuck upstairs, knowing that Annabelle would be too distracted to hear. I had five pills, and I only had to give Candy one of them, so I figured I might as well test my supply. I popped an E and settled in to the bathtub, letting warm water run down my hyper-sensitive skin as I humped into my hand. I'd like to say I was thinking of Candy, but it was all Annabelle. When I came, I wasn't picturing myself spilling down her throat - the little girl had climbed over me and my arms were wrapped tightly around her.

How in the hell am I going to say'no' tomorrow?