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"A birthday party for Stacy Baker? Do you even know her? She's three grades lower than you," Mom asked, cocking her head to squint at the invitation.

I said, "You know we do, Mom. It's Becca's younger sister. If we don't go, there'll be no one else her age at the party!"

Dad grunted, shuffling his morning paper. The big, black wolf said, "Going to be any boys there?"

My twin sister Carly coughed down some of her morning bacon. "No, dad. How about a little trust?"

Ramsey Cotter looked around the breakfast table at his darling family: three four-legged wolves, Claire, Carly and me. As the only one with hands in the household, he did a lot of the work in the house, dressing not only his eleven-year-old pups, but also his wife, making breakfast, driving them all to work and school... Growling, he replied, "I'll start trusting you when you haven't gotten knocked up by your own damn cousin!"

"Ramsey!" Claire tsked.

It was almost time to pull Carly from the school to hide her growing belly. They were going to apply for homeschooling and keep the wolf out of sight until the puppies were born, and raise them as their own. Dad had made it quite clear that he hadn't wanted more kids, and he certainly didn't want_grandkids_. Why he had to rub it in every day, I couldn't tell you. He took a deep breath. "Candy, are there going to be any boys there?"

Carly dropped her jaw. True, I had always been the more responsible one, but it's not like I'd been much better than her with our cousin, Randy. The only reason she'd gotten pregnant, and not me, is that she had been in heat. We'd both laid back and let our cousin fuck our brains out. I tried to stem the bleeding, but Carly was already furiously storming out of the dining room. "Dad, there's no boys there. Gosh, can you just give her a break?"

Dad was too stubborn to try to patch things up, so I had to go at least make Carly feel better. As soon as I got Dad on the hook for driving us to the party, I hopped up the stairs, two at a time. I found my grey-furred twin sister already in bed and waiting for me, lying on her side.

"He's such an asshole..." Carly whined.

I slid my paw to the handle, pushing down on the lock. Dad had a key, of course, but I doubt he knew where it was. We weren't supposed to lock the door, but after a big fight like this, he wouldn't be too surprised. She couldn't help but notice the loud click, and I hopped up onto the bed with her. "He thinks we're still his precious little nine-year-old pups. But we're almost twelve! Still, I got him to agree to drive us to the party. At least we won't always be locked in this tower."

Carly gritted her teeth. "That's what it feels like, isn't it? Like we're princesses being driven back and forth to school by a big ogre, waiting for some prince to save us."

I shook my head. "We don't need a prince, do we, Carly?" With that, I slid a white paw over to her. She was reclined on her side, but with a little pressure, I lifted one hind leg provocatively.

She immediately blushed, ears flat. "We can't, Candy. Mom and Dad'll hear us..."

"Not if we're quiet. And I expect our mouths to be rather...preoccupied."

Carly took a deep breath, looking me over. "O-okay..." she finally agreed. Dozens of times she'd turned me down in exactly this situation, preferring to wait until midnight when our parents were asleep to get down to business. Slowly, but surely, I was convincing her to take more risks. I still hadn't tried the drug in my pouch that I'd gotten from Pie, but I wanted to try it with Carly - if I could ever convince her to take that risk again. After all, the first time she'd tried drugs, she'd gotten laid by her cousin.

Maybe I'd have to take matters into my own paws. What she doesn't know can't hurt her, right?

Which were also a little busy, as I spread my sister's legs, rolling her over onto her back. Her grey spade filled my view, glistening. In seconds, I'd spun around and hopped over her, presenting my own pussy just above her smiling muzzle. Together, we locked lips, but not like a prince and his princess. Our 'kiss' was more intimate, more special, and way better feeling. With our mouths full of muff, we grinded against each other.

We couldn't keep as quiet as Carly wanted, but Mom and Dad were none-the-wiser, writing off the grunts and panting as simple horseplay. How could they suspect what we were_really_ doing?

* * * * *

Annabelle nuzzled me. "Do you want to take me to a birthday party?"

I was sitting back in the recliner, the eight-year-old, four-legged German Shepherd/Husky mix curled up in my lap. Dad thought I was at a friend's house, but instead of hanging out with other thirteen-year-olds, I'd been spending a lot of time at my mother's place, babysitting Anna. "Who's birthday party?"

"Stacy," the cute pup replied, wagging her tail.

I knew that name well. Not more than one week ago, Annabelle had told me how she'd 'had sex' in the bathroom at school with her friend. But Anna was anything but naive. She knew from well-researched literary sources that sex included a lot more than just intercourse. She was talking about oral. Since then, I'd often sneaked a paw into my shorts thinking about Stacy, the Beagle third grader. Would I be more or less turned on if I saw Stacy in person?

"Where is it?"

"Jungle Gymtastic. It's got pizza and arcades," she added.

I wasn't immune to pizza and arcades, my ears perking up. "A little kids' birthday party sounds a bit like a drag."

Annabelle huffed. "We're not little kids!"

I shook my head, grinning at the young pupper. "Compared to me you are. I'm not gonna want to play My Pony Playtime or whatever you kids do."

She flattened her ears. "We're only five years apart. Mom and Dad are seven."

I laughed. "Five years is more than half your age. Seven years apart in your forties is way different than five years when you're eight. Or do you still like baby stuff?"

"You're mean!" Annabelle shrieked, trying to pull away from me.

I pulled her tighter to my chest, her naked body squirming against mine. Mom and Dad were at a movie and wouldn't be back for at least an hour, so I'd quickly joined the little feral in the buff. "Alright, fine. I'll go. When is it?"

Annabelle yipped excitedly, wagging her tail. She licked my face and said, "Sunday at 2."

That was tomorrow. "You sure I'm invited?"

The little girl nodded fervently. "Stacy specifically asked if you could come."

I held my breath. "She did? Okay..." How much did the Beagle know about me and Annabelle? I was nervous, but also a little excited.

My sister licked my face again and said, "Thanks, Paul. And - speaking of grown up things... I was wondering if you could come."

Confused, I asked, "Where?"

Annabelle smiled, her eyes beckoning. "In me." Paws firm on my chest where I reclined, she lowered her hips to me, rubbing her spade against my sheath. She shivered as she felt me growing beneath her, her tail wagging.

Sure, I got twenty-bucks a night for babysitting Annabelle, but this was all I really wanted. I knew it was illegal and I knew it was wrong, but the eight-year-old girl knew what she wanted and she knew how to get it. And it's not like she was a dope. She knew more about sex than I did! Ferals like her hit puberty fast, when she was just two or three. Grinning like an idiot, I nodded and pulled a condom from my nearby wallet. Yes, our first time had been a little messy - I'd really lived up to my nickname, Pie - but we were playing it safe now, and I could barely tell the difference in her tight, clenching cunny.

"I love you, brother!" she moaned, as she finally lowered herself onto my rubbered cock.

"I love you, too, sis," I grinned.

But I was thinking about Stacy.