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"Get your fingers out of there!" His mother smacked his hand away from the groceries she just put down. "I'll have dinner ready in an hour or so, Weaver. You go study with your friend until then."

The border collie turned to the sheep still waiting by the door, "Come on, Chris. We'll go to my room again." He led her down the hall, then turned to watch her catch up before he opened the door to let her in.

She froze in the doorway and stared at the slightly larger border collie pulling a shirt over his head and tossing it in a laundry hamper to stand half-naked in front of her. He smiled and winked at her and she smiled as she bashfully looked away, but peeked.

"Don't worry, bro. I'm headed out for a job interview." He pulled on a white dress shirt and buttoned it up, then grabbed a black tie. "Wish me luck and I'll be out of your fur_every_ evening."

Weaver herded the sheep into the room and past his brother, "Good luck."

"I hear you have a big test coming up."

Chris sat on the bed she was directed to and watched the older dog's tail swish irregularly as he concentrated on tying his tie, "History."

He looked right at her in the mirror and smiled as he straightened the knot, "Well, good luck to you, too." He winked then turned around and headed for the door, "Well, I'm off. I should be back in time for dinner. Have fun with the books, bro."

Weaver pushed the door shut behind his brother, then sat on his bed with the books between him and his tutee. "So... let's get started." He opened his history book and pulled a study guide from between the pages. "When and where was the first official morph born?"

Chris turned from the door and looked embarrassedly at her classmate, "Um, what was the question?"

Weaver scowled and repeated it. She answered correctly and he continued through the guide with her answering everything perfectly. He put the papers down and huffed. "You don't need my help; you know it all."

"I don't know everything. Nobody gets everything right on his tests."

He scoffed, "Well, you're going to. Then you'll dance and make that noise you make when you get excited."

"What noise?"

Weave took a breath, "Baaaaaaay. No, that's not it. B-a-a-a-a-a. Something like that."

"You mean Baaaaaaa," she scowled at him, "I don't like being made fun of for that."

"I'm not making fun of you. I like it." He looked away embarrassedly as he imagined her making her noise in the heat of passion and mumbled, "a lot."

"What do you mean you like it?"

He looked at her and tried to work up his courage, but fumbled with the words, "Well, it means you're happy... and that makes me happy... and I like getting happy, er... I like it when you're happy."

She watched him squirm and smiled, "I like when you're happy, too."

He smiled at her, wondering if she knew what he meant. "You do?"

She nodded, "And you make funny noises, too."

"Really?" He slid closer and pushed the books aside as he tried to remember hearing himself, "Like what?"

She stifled a giggle, "It's more when you're frustrated or focused. You huff and it makes your lips wiggle."

It wasn't what he expected. "Huff?"

"No, it's heavier."

"HUFF!" He wiggled his lips.

"Now you're trying too hard," she frowned. "Just forget it."

Weaver sat back and huffed.

"That's it," she smiled.

He took a breath and huffed again.

"It looks funny, but..." she leaned closer and put her hand on his knee, "but it means something's important to you."

He looked at her hand, then up at her. "Like you.?"

She smiled, "Yeah, I guess if it gets me excited enough to baa, it's important to me."

He looked back at her hand on his knee, wondering if she would ever know how she made him feel and mumbled, "you're important to me."

Chris pulled her hand back in surprise. "You..." Now she fumbled with her words. "You huff ... for me?"

Weave looked up at her again, picturing all the times he had thought about her, "Yeah... I huff you."

"I..." Flushed and flustered were all she could think, "thank you?"

He stared at her confused expression and repulsed posture. That was it; he ruined his chance and she would never let him near her again. He took a breath and huffed in resignation.

She smiled and looked into his eyes as she put her hand back on his knee. "I like it." She nodded and slid closer. "a lot."

He straightened up and smiled, wondering if her 'a lot' was the same as his 'a lot.' If it was, he would huff for her all night. "Huff."

She rubbed his knee as he huffed again and his tail flopped about on the bed behind him. She knew what he wanted and it was easy enough to give him... a little, "Baaaa."

He brightened with an excited chuckle that came out as a happy huff.

She made that giggle that always made him feel happy and he wanted more of it. He leaned closer and grabbed her hand, "Huff."

She giggled again and grabbed his arm, "Now you're just being silly."

"Good. I like it when you laugh." With both her hands occupied, he grabbed at her belly and tickled it as he nuzzled her nose, "Hruff ruff."

"Weave. Don't. Stop," she giggled more and pulled at his arm, then kissed his lips, making them both gasp in surprise. She couldn't believe what she was doing, but it kept her lips from saying something she might regret. She pushed him onto his back with the kiss and pushed his shirt up as she crawled over him to tickle his belly.

He squirmed under her and laughed into the kiss as he pulled at her loose-fitting dress until he could tickle her belly again.

She moved her tickles to his sides as she pushed her tongue into his mouth.

He followed her lead and moved to tickle her sides, but stroked his fingers through her soft wool instead until he found her panties.

She broke the kiss and stared down at him as she held his hips.

"Chris, I want you." Weaver slid his hands up her back to push her dress further up.

She swallowed hard as she tried to think of how to say she wanted someone else, "But your mother should have dinner ready soon."

He smiled as he stroked down her back to fondle her tail, "That's why it's called a quickie."

She was very much in the mood and he was the one she could have, so she sat back and opened his pants, "Okay, but you can't knot me." Then she pulled down his underwear to reveal his erect canine penis.

"Of course not." He stretched to tickle her belly.

She giggled and grabbed his erection to get his attention, wondering what she was going to do for her first time.

Weave looked at her staring at his penis in her hands, "Are you going to suck it to get me ready?"

She wanted to get it over with quickly, "No. I don't want your mother to smell it on my breath."

"Going to climb on top, then?"

She didn't want to look at him because he was the wrong one, "No. I think you should do it in my butt."

"Really?" He had heard it could be even better.

She stepped off the bed and stood in the middle of the room to push her pink panties down her light grey legs as her dress dropped. Then she pulled her dress back up and tucked it under her arms as she turned around and bent over to lean on the other bed's footboard.

The sight of the wooly sheep of his dreams presenting herself for him almost got him to jump up right away, but he remembered that he would need help and opened the drawer of his bedside table to grab a small bottle of lube from the back, beside his artificial canine vagina. He lathered up quick as his pants hit the floor and lined up behind her. He stroked her tail a couple times, then pushed his slickened erection into her tailhole.

She moaned, quickly realizing this wasn't going to hit the itch she needed scratched, but it was too late now.

He eagerly humped into her butt, deeper with each thrust, and ran his fingers through her soft wool. It was tight, but not as nice as his bitch sleeve. He needed something more, so he tickled her sides.

She couldn't help but giggle and enjoyed his fingers more than his thrusts.

Now it was perfect: her laugh in his ears as she clenched and pulled at his shaft. He fought back the urge to push as deep as he could. "Make the sound. I'm close already."

She pulled in her breath between giggles and thrusts, then lifted her head, "Baaaaaa-AAAA!"

The door swung open and a majestic looking male border collie stepped into the room, surprising the sheep and she stepped back into a thrust.

Weave jumped and quickly realized Chris's scream meant his knot was in her butt. He tried to pull it out, but she stumbled back and he sat hard on his bed with her on his lap, both looking at his older brother in the doorway trying not to laugh at them.

"Wow, mom's gonna love the reason you can't come to dinner," the well-dressed dog laughed.

Weave fell back on the bed in resignation as he lost his load in the sheep's butt.

Chris was mortified as she felt the pulsing in her butt. This couldn't get any worse.

"Well, enjoy the last twenty minutes you'll probably ever see each other." He turned to go, still chuckling to himself.

"Bob! Wait!" Chris tried to chase him, but was still tied to his younger brother.

The older border collie looked back and leaned against the doorframe.

"W-what if there was a reason you couldn't go to dinner, either?" The embarrassed ewe tried to look alluring.

Bob chuckled and pushed off the doorframe to step closer, "Are you trying to seduce me while you're still tied to my little brother?"

She looked back at the border collie behind her, then focused on the older canine. "I only let him because I couldn't have you."

"What?!" Weave popped up from the bed to look at them both.

Bob scoffed in amusement, "Seriously?"

"I asked him to tutor me so I could see you more, but you always leave when I get here."

"Are you kidding me?!" Weave fell back on the bed again in disbelief.

"I left you two alone because this little wool-brain has had a crush on you for the last two years."

She looked back at the dog she was sitting on. "Two years?"

Weave covered his face and groaned.

Chris turned back to the older brother, "He looks a lot like you and he's really nice, but when I saw you jump in the river to save that Labrador girl last year, I fell in love with_you_."

Bob stepped closer, "But I'm two years older than both of you and_that Labrador girl,_ Aylie and I kinda hit it off."

Chris reached up to straighten his tie, her heart pounding in excitement being so close to him. She rubbed his chest as she admired it. "Is there no chance for us to have even a moment together?"

"What kind of moment?"

She slid her hands down his belly and opened his pants, to find that she had been more successful at enticing him than he let on. She traced his length with her tongue and wrapped her lips around it, enjoying his pleasured moan.

Weave noticed and grumbled, "Really? What about mom smelling your breath?"

"I don't think she cares, bro." Bob stroked the eager sheep's head, pushing his fingers through her wool. "Wow, you're good! I don't know if I can last twenty minutes of this."

Chris kissed the tip of his canine penis as she looked up at the hero, then straightened up and pulled her dress over her head.

Bob pulled the dress off her arms to toss it aside as his pants dropped to the floor, then stroked through her luxuriously soft wool. He bent his knees, spreading his brother's legs apart as he pressed against the sheep's body and kissed her lips.

"Hey, I'm still stuck under here guys." Weave got a firm footing and tried to push Chris off his knot then gave up and resigned to stroking her soft, curly wool.

Chris wrapped her hands around the beginning of Bob's growing knot and guided the tip into her vagina, finally getting what she really wanted.

Bob pushed in and started humping the sheep, reveling in his second reward for a little swim and starting to enjoy that he was taking her from his brother.

Weave could feel the pressure of his brother's thrusts, strong and deep, not holding back. He hated each one, taking what he wanted, his brother's balls smacking between his legs to make it even worse. He hated even more that his own knot was swelling again.

Chris was in bliss as her crush thrust into her, his knot stretching her vulva with each one. Just the thought was enough to make her climax and now he felt better than she imagined, making her toes curl as her orgasm hit hard, "Mbaaaaaa! Mbaaaaa!"

Weave could tell that this was for real and all their play was meaningless. He could feel her body shaking as she clenched around him and he resented his brother's effect on her; he didn't care about her. He felt a few shorter thrusts and knew his brother's knot was big enough to tie and then he did.

"Mbaaaaaaaaaaaa!" her eyes rolled back and her mind turned off as another orgasm took over.

Weave wanted to ruin their 'moment' and get her back, but he couldn't do much from his position. He did know she was ticklish, so he rubbed her sides, then started tickling them.

Chris giggled and squirmed in orgasmic bliss as she clung to her border collie hero through another orgasm.

Bob gave a shuddering moan and stopped thrusting as the sheep's clenching around his knot turned into a rippling that milked him as he started to cum, "Oh yes, that's amazing! Thanks bro."

Weave growled at the thought of helping them, but his own body was enjoying the fantastic feeling around his knot.

"Robert! Weaver! Have you lost your minds?!"

Bob fell forward in surprise and both dogs stared at their mother standing angrily in the doorway as they ejaculated into the sheep between them.

"I come in here to bring you to dinner and find you both knot deep in a sheep. The same sheep! What do you have to say for yourselves? No, I don't want to hear it. You couldn't possibly have a rational explanation for this. Chris, are you okay, honey?" She leaned on her older son's back to see the sheep's face.

Chris bleated softly, still lost in her pleasure.

"Well, I sure hope she was conscious when you started or you're both in a world of trouble. Well, you already are, but that would be a whole 'nother universe. Now you need to get yourselves separated before your father decides to come looking for you. This is ridiculous. I never thought I'd have to deal with this, but I suppose I should have, raising two boys. You just can't control yourselves, even after I got you both those fake sleeves to burn off steam, but you had to go and do this while I'm working hard to make you dinner after working hard all day to keep a roof over your heads." She walked to a dresser as she talked and pulled a sock from the top drawer, folding it neatly as she walked back. "Now you've got yourselves stuck and I have to fix that, too." She swung down hard, smacking both of her sons' balls and making them yelp.

"Mom! What are you doing?" Weave tried to scramble away, but was trapped under two bodies.

Bob jumped, only pushing his shaft deeper into Chris's vagina.

She shook the sock in her hand angrily at her sons, "If you were outside, I would use the hose, but I'm not going to clean up that mess in here, so this is what you get." She swung down hard again, connecting with their balls once more.

Bob humped into the sheep as he tried to yank himself free, but it was having the opposite effect.

Weaver kicked his legs in the air trying to find a way to get free, then his brother's thrusts popped his knot out of Chris's butt and his erection hung down with his tail, but his relief was short lived.

"You wouldn't be getting this if you could just control yourselves and not go humping anything you can fit your_dick_ into." Their mother swung down again, striking Bob's balls and his younger brother's knot.

Weave yowled and shoved his hands under Chris's thighs, trying to cover his aching dick.

"I'm sorry, baby, but you have to learn." She grabbed her older son's shirt collar and pulled him to his feet.

Bob yanked his knot out of the sheep, then grabbed it as he squirted onto the carpet.

His mom smacked his shoulder, "What are you thinking? You're gonna clean that up! And you better do it right. Now help your brother. I'm going to go join your father at dinner. You two get Chris cleaned up and see if she wants anything to eat before she goes home. No more sex now, I mean it. Don't make me have to come back and use this again." She shook the sock at them, then threw it at Bob's face and shut the door as she left, huffing and muttering down the hall.

"Everything alright?"

She exhaled sharply as she sat down and looked at her husband, "Yes, just your teenage sons letting their hormones run away with them."

"That sheep?"

"Knots deep, both of them."

"Sounds familiar. Remember when your dad walked in on us, but you convinced him we both had pants on?"

"I still can't believe he didn't make me stand up."

"You had trouble standing up even after you were free."

She smacked his shoulder for the reminder, "At least we don't have to worry about puppies tonight."

He rubbed her thigh. "We could worry about puppies. How are_your_ hormones feeling?"

She smiled at her husband and thought about the thrill of getting caught while they were caught, "Like running."

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Weave rolled the half-conscious sheep off of him and sat up to clutch his aching loins while his brother squeezed what he had left into the sock, then knelt down to rub the spot on the carpet with it. "What the fuck, Bob! You knew I like her, but as soon as you see us together, you jump in and fuck her, right on top of me! Because it's you she really wants?! And that's my sock!"

"Shh, shh, she's right there. I can't help what she wants; I just gave it to her. Now she's all yours." He offered the damp sock to his brother.

Weave snatched the sock and threw it angrily at the laundry hamper, but missed. "She doesn't want me; she said she only used me to get to you."

Bob walked to the hamper to pick up the sock and put it in, then pulled out a towel and walked back. "Don't be so sure. Girls may fantasize about heroes, but they fall for the ones that take care of them. Like dad, he's a dork, but he was there for mom when she needed him."

Weave looked at the sheep beside him. "You really think so?"

"I may have excited her, but you're the practical choice and now she knows it. She may have used you to get to me, but you helped her because you like her and you'd do it again and again. If she's smart, she'll realize you've got the best of everything: the collie good looks, stamina, and loyalty, all focused on her." He leaned down to hand his brother the towel and whisper in his ear, "And if she wasn't thinking it before, she is now after hearing everything we just said." He stepped back to grab his pants and pull them on, "So, if you still like her after what she did to you tonight, don't be mad at her, just let her apologize and show you she wants you, too. Now help her clean up and get dressed. Mom's waiting for us." He started gathering the books from his brother's bed and the floor.

Weave got up and leaned down to gently wipe the drips trailing across the back of her thigh.

The bliss dazed ewe lifted her leg to roll onto her back and opened her eyes to find her classmate attentively cleaning between her legs. She moaned as the towel moved from her thigh to her still tender bits and grabbed it.

The contemplative canine stood up and looked at the naked sheep smiling back at him. He was still trying to decide how upset he was at her.

Chris looked down his black and white furred body, realizing how lucky she was, when she noticed his canine erection half sticking out of his sheath and glistening wet. Focused on it, she sat up, grabbed his hips and slipped her lips around it.

Weaver gasped and caught the sheep's ears, moaning in surprise as her tongue flicked across the tip of his penis, drawing it back out and into her mouth. Was this the apology his brother mentioned? He opened his mouth to ask her and his pants hit him in the face, making him stumble sideways and out of her mouth.

"Get dressed. We've got to go." Bob knelt down to spray the spot on the carpet, then scrubbed it with a rag.

Weaver hugged his pants and looked at the target of his desire as his erection twitched at her, but she looked embarrassedly away and grabbed her dress from the floor.

She pulled it over her head and stood up, but immediately sat back down on the bed, holding the towel between her legs. She spread her legs and squirmed on the edge of the bed, pushing the towel in to get as many potential drips as she could.

"Come on, Weave. Mom's waiting for... oh crap." Bob lunged past the writhing ewe and grabbed his brother's spasming erection with the rag, catching all but the first spurt, which landed on a wooly arm.

Chris looked at the line down her arm, then at the penis it came from being cleaned by its owner's brother, and sucked on her lip as she wiped it off with the towel.

Bob shoved his brother on his bed, "Hurry up and get dressed." He grabbed the towel from Chris and dropped it in the hamper with the rag, then picked up her bookbag, "Come on. Let's get you downstairs before mom thinks we're back at it."

Weaver threw his shirt and pants on and caught up with them in the hall. They found their parents snuggled on the sofa under a blanket.

"Oh, there you are. (ngh.) Your dinner is on the table and probably cold by now. Chris, you're welcome to have some, too. (Quit it, the kids are right there.) And Robert, (ah!) would you mind driving Chris home? I don't feel like going out right (ngh!) now." Their mother turned to glare at her husband.

"No problem, mom. Why don't we go now." Bob herded the younger kids through the kitchen and out to his car.

"Why do I need to go?"

"Just get in the back." He gave his younger brother a gentle shove toward the car, then put his hand on Chris's shoulder and held out his phone, "Put your address in the GPS real quick." As she did, he leaned down to whisper, "Maybe you can find a way to thank him for tonight and the tutoring and everything else he's done for you."

Chris looked at the handsome border collie as she handed him his phone, then at the smaller version in the car. She sucked on her bottom lip as she climbed in and pulled the door shut.

Weave watched his brother buckle up and back his car out of the driveway with the now quiet ewe sitting behind him and stewed about her betrayal.

"Turn left."

Bob backed out onto the quiet road, then followed the map. After a while of silence, he adjusted his mirror to look at his two passengers staring at each other from opposite sides of the back seat and decided they needed a little help.

"Turn right."

Bob yanked the wheel left and watched the sheep slide and fall over onto his brother's lap.

"Make a U-turn."

Chris scrambled to sit back up, but stayed closer to Weave as she tried to find the words to get him to forgive her. She struggled to believe that after all she had put him through, even saying in front of him that she used him to get to his brother, that he still liked her, but he was there, cleaning her up and taking care of her, so loyal.

"Turn left."

She thought about him eagerly humping her and feeling him cum inside her, not just once but twice, then again just watching her clean herself. She looked at his lap and found a bulge that made her wonder if he could go all night.

"Turn right."

She looked back up at his face and even with his disappointed scowl, he was beautiful. She examined the black and white patches on his face. He didn't really look like his brother; he was his own dog. She stroked his cheek, then leaned closer and kissed his lips.

Weave reached up to take her hand on his cheek as she kissed him, then gave in and kissed her back. He was glad she still wanted him and took some pleasure in the thought that his brother had to watch her choose who she really wanted after she had him.

Chris slid her hand down Weaver's body to find that bulge, then opened his pants to release it. She wrapped her hand around his erection and broke the kiss with a smile, then leaned down to slide her mouth over the tip.

Weaver watched her wooly head slowly bobbing in his lap, then looked up at his brother driving. He moaned loudly to get his attention, then grinned and leaned back to enjoy it.

"Turn left."

The turn pushed Chris's mouth all the way down and she tried not to panic in surprise. She slowly slid her lips off his shaft and sat up to look in his eyes as she swallowed and licked her lips. She knew they should already be at her house, but she wasn't done apologizing to the dog she really wanted. Keeping her eyes on his, she crawled onto his lap and guided his erection into her vagina as she slowly sat down.

Weaver wrapped his arms around her; she was soft outside and in. He moved his hips the little he could in his position and she started moving hers, making then both moan in satisfied pleasure. Then the car bumped, driving his shaft deeper inside her, and continued to bounce.

"Return to route."

Chris clung to Weaver's neck, trying to stay on his lap as the unnatural thrusts pounded his erection inside her. She felt his knot grow and start to grind on just the right spot, each bounce sending electricity through her body, "Mbaaaaa-aaaaaa-aaaaa-aaaaaa..."

Weave held her hips and buried his face against her shoulder, huffing heavily into her wool as he felt her squeezing and tugging at his knot inside her. He wanted the moment to last, but from her baas in his ears to her tail bouncing between his thighs and flicking over his balls, it was all too much. He thrust with the next bounce and released inside her with a groaning huff.

Chris gasped with the deep thrust, then moaned as she felt him pulsing inside her, the car still bouncing his knot in just the right spot until she joined him in bliss again, "Mbaaaaaaaa!"

Bob watched the lovers in the back seat with a smile as he turned back onto the road.

The two tied teens panted heavily as they caught their breath.

"Turn right."

Bob followed the map, quietly pleased with himself.

"Your destination is on the right."

The older canine pulled up to the curb and stopped without a word, silently watching the younger teens revel in their afterglow. He wasn't in a hurry and he felt he owed his brother this moment after intruding earlier, even though dipping into his sheep was definitely worth it. He wondered if he might get another chance to pull some wool when he noticed a black sheep wearing pale denim shorts and a white cami marching toward the car. "Weaver. Weave!"

Too late; the ewe rapped sharply on the window, startling the cuddled couple.

Bob lowered the window.

"Are you coming in? You've been sitting out here for five minutes and dinner's on the table. Come on, let's go. I thought you were studying history, not biology."

Chris embarrassedly looked away and pulled her bag from the floor onto the seat, "I'm sorry."

"You don't need to apologize to anybody; just get out of the car." The black sheep leaned down to look in the window. "You're his dad and you're okay with them sitting like this?"

Bob leaned between the seats, "Brother, actually."

She stared at him for a moment, "Brother, huh?" She looked at Weaver, then back to his brother and reached her arm in the window and between the younger couple, "I'm Mira, Chris's older sister."

Chris squirmed, pulling at Weaver's knot and making him grunt.

"I'm Robert, Weaver's older brother." He took the offered hand and held it.

"How much older?"

"Two years."

"Three," she smirked. "You into sheep, too?"

"I was once," he smiled at Chris, then looked at the older ewe's dark wool and rubbed her hand with his thumb, "but I could consider it again."

"Consider it, huh?" She pulled her hand back to grab Weaver's chin, "Well, this puppy should consider never hurting my little sister, hmm?"

Weaver squirmed to sit up quick, his knot holding tight and making Chris gasp as he released another load inside her.

"Hey, that's my brother." Bob almost growled.

The black sheep looked at the two canines, then pulled her arm back out of the window and stood up to open the door. "Alright. Get out. It's time to go in."

Chris let her leg fall out the door and pulled her bag across their lap, staring nervously at her tied lover. She leaned forward and kissed him to hide her struggle to get off his lap and when his knot popped free, she squeezed tight and slid her leg across his lap to stand up.

Weaver quickly pulled his pants together and tugged his shirt over them as the door closed and Mira leaned in the window again.

She considered the brothers for a moment, then smacked the side of the car and herded her sister toward the building, "Catch you dogs later."

Weaver exhaled his relief.

Bob watched the two sheep's tails as they made their way to their door and went inside, then he sat back in the driver's seat and looked at his brother in the mirror. "Get enough wooly muff tonight?"

Weaver turned to glare at his brother.

Bob started the car and put it into gear. "You're right. I don't think there is such a thing. No offense to Aylie and other fine bitches, but dipping into that sheep was great. Plus, you never have to worry about puppies."

Weaver stared out the window, trying to ignore his brother's comments, "I wish she_could_ make puppies."

"Oh, you've got it bad. Well, if you do stick with a sheep, there's always plenty of puppies to adopt. I'm thinking that older sister, Mira, would be a nice way to drain my balls until Aylie's ready to get serious."

"You're disgusting."

"Me? You're the one fucking sheep in our bedroom and you started in her ass. You certainly weren't trying to make puppies there."

"That's what she wanted."

"What she wanted was me and I gave it to her." He looked at his brother in the mirror and sighed with instant regret, "But hey, don't worry about that. That was impulse. She could have sat quietly the whole ride home, but she was all over you. Instead of waiting until you two were alone, she made sure that I saw that she was done with me and wants you. You lucky dog." Bob pulled into their driveway and turned off the car, then turned around. "Don't worry. She's all yours. I won't try anything else with her unless you say."

Weave looked at his brother.

"She's your sheep. Now let's go get something to eat, then I might need to finally use that bitch sleeve mom got me." He got out of the car still talking, "I wonder if they make a sheep version. Couldn't possibly be as good as the real thing. Maybe I'll see if Mira wants to go for a ride. Hey bro, you got her number?" He stopped and looked back at the car. "Weave?"

Weaver sighed and closed his pants, then got out of the car.

"So, mind giving me her number, so I can get with her sister tonight?"

Weave huffed as he walked toward his brother, then punched him in the balls and kept walking into the house.

Bob coughed and grabbed his throbbing crotch as he doubled over and knelt down, "Maybe later."