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A Day at Home

The first thing Kris thought when she woke up was very simple; today was not a good school day for her. In fact, today was a day where the German Shepherd felt like she just wanted to lay in bed all day and watch videos on her laptop. Sighing heavily, she rolled onto her side, looking at the alarm on the side of her bed. It read 5:42 in bright red numbers: three minutes before her alarm was set to wake her up. Already she could hear her mother setting about for her day of work. Kris sighed and fell back into her bed, resting a hand on her forehead.

The German Shepherd tossed aside her covers, yawning as she sat up in bed. The cold morning air felt good against her thick winter coat of fur, if not a bit nippy. Standing up, she groaned as she grabbed a pair of shorts from the ground and a tanktop from her drawer, slipping into them wearily before walking to the door and opening it up. Her brother's room next to hers was shut, and she was about to knock when it struck her that he had been out with his friends last night, and was probably still with them.

"Hey Krissy," her mom said, the older German Shepherd smiling as she walked past her daughter. "Don't you have classes today?"

"Hey Mom," Kris said, rubbing her arm nervously. "I was gonna take a mental health day. I just can't today."

"Oh? You OK?" Kris's mother asked, stopping in her tracks from stairs to her bedroom to look at her daughter. "Anything bothering you?"

"No, just...not feeling it today," Kris admitted with a shrug. "It's not like my anxiety is peaking or anything, I just...don't feel like I can go to college. Not lazy but like..."

"It's fine dear," her mother said with a smile. "Just make sure you email your professors to let them know."

"I doubt the professors will care, Mom," Kris said with a shrug. "They're all seminars with, like, two-hundred plus students in them. They might not even check their emails."

"Better safe than sorry," the older Shepherd reminded her daughter, walking away and into her room. Kris smiled and walked down the stairs to grab herself some breakfast. The German Shepherd sent messages to a few of her friends telling them she wouldn't be at school and asking them to take notes for her as she poured herself a bowl of cereal and ate. Of course they all responded in the affirmative, some with messages of concern, but Kris waved their concerns by explaining she just didn't feel it today. And for a student like Kris, that was enough of a reason for her friends to understand she just needed a break.

Want some company after school? No pressure! one of her friends text. Kris smiled, bit her lip and figured it'd be better than complete solitude, and responded with thanks. Will bring some movies and chocolate; easy night!

Finishing her meal, Kris stood up and walked over to the kitchen sink, washing out the bowl with the sink nozzle before setting it away in the dish washer. Grabbing her phone from the table, she walked back upstairs and to her room.

"Hey, gimme a hug," her mother said just before Kris shut her door. "Gotta go, running late."

"As usual," Kris teased.

"Oh shut up and hug me," her mother said, and Kris gave her mother a squeeze of a hug before stepping back. "I'll be back late tonight. The dean of the department is holding a meeting about our upcoming fundraiser so I gotta attend that."

"What about Dad?"

"He's on 24-hour call," her mom told her. "He got called away this morning so I'm not sure when he'll be back," she clarified. "So you might have the house to yourself for most the day."

"Fine with me," Kris said with a smile and a shrug. The German Shepherd liked having the house to herself; it meant less clothes. "And thanks again for letting me take a day off, Mom."

"Everyone needs to take a day off once in a while," her mom told her. "Just take the day to relax and recharge. Love you."

"Love you too, Mom," Kris said, waving at her mom before vanishing in her room. The German Shepherd waited until she heard the front door close, and as soon as the slam rang through the house, Kris shed her shorts and shirt, tossing them aside, locking the door to her room and slipping back into her bed. Setting her phone down on the nightstand, she picked up her laptop and brought it to her lap, laying on her side as she flipped it open.

It was the simplicity of these kinds of days, so few and far in-between, that she felt she could truly enjoy herself. No one at home to bother her, no college work to worry about at the moment, just a laptop, some videos or movies, and a comfortable bed with comfortable blankets. Pulling her blanket up and over herself a bit closer, the German Shepherd sighed as she settled in for a movie.

And then the door opened.

Kris's ears perked up as she listened. Had her mother forgotten something? Probably just a thing she'd forgotten, would grab and then leave.

"Never done this before..." an unfamiliar voice said, and Kris's heart leapt into her throat. Someone breaking into her home? In broad fucking daylight? Her chest thundered as she grabbed her phone.

"No worries, everyone's gone today," a more familiar voice said, and Kris almost screamed in relief as she realized it was her brother. "And I'm gonna fuck you silly."

Oh no.

Kris stared at the door to her room, unsure of what to do. Her brother was home with a friend of his. At least, she was pretty sure it was just a friend and not a girlfriend, she hadn't been privy to him dating anyone.

And they wanted to fuck.

"Derek'll kill us if he finds out..."

"So don't tell him. I won't," her brother Taylor said. "Besides, not the first time, right?"

The girl giggled, and that previously unrecognized voice came flooding back to Kris as she now recognized Derek Johnsson's girlfriend Tess's voice. Ex-cheerleader and current bitch-extraordinaire Tess McGuineas, the older Dachshund who'd made Kris's middle and high school years an absolute hell. And now her brother was here, looking to bone her.

Kris felt disgusted and outraged at the same time.

"C'mon, let your tits out," her brother said, and Kris nearly dropped her phone when Tess giggled. "Oh fuck, those are nice..."

"C'mon, play with them," the Dachshund moaned, and a few seconds later, she let out a little whimper. "Oh...oh yeah...bite them...!"

Oh my god, she thought, her brother on the other side of her door playing with Tess McGuineas's tits. Kris had to stop this. Throwing aside her blankets, she stood up, looking for her shorts and shirt to announce her presence to the decadent duo and kick the floozy outta her house.

"Oh fuck your cock is so big..." Tess said, stopping Kris in her tracks.

Oh good GOD her brother had whipped his dick out.

"Why don't you see how it tastes?" came her brother's voice, and Kris dropped her shorts in disgust.

The German Shepherd lady crawled back into her bed, wincing as she heard Tess slurping noisily on her brother's cock. Kris was almost positive that Tess was putting on a show; blowjobs weren't that noisy.

That, or she was really terrible at it.

"Oh fuck baby, you suck so good," Taylor muttered.

He could be lying.

"C'mon, I wanna stuff your tight pussy," Taylor said, sending a jolt of revulsion up Kris's spine. "You're on the pill, right?"

"Yeah."

"Good, cuz I wanna pump you full. Haven't jerked it in a few days waiting for this," he said, and Kris suddenly realized that Taylor's touchiness for the past few days must be directly related to not blowing his load. She heard the two of them shuffle and a squeak as Taylor's door swung open, slamming shut behind them as the two moved their tryst to her twin brother's room.

"Oh fuuuuuuck...y-yeah, suck my nipple," Tess moaned, Kris gritting her teeth as she fell onto her bed and covered her head with a pillow. The walls of the house were rather thick; they were being loud for effect. Probably riling each other up.

And pissing her off.

"Fuck Tess, your tits are so perfect," Taylor growled, followed by a heavy thump of something large being dropped onto a bed. "I could squeeze these melons all day."

"Oh god Taylor, your dick is so huge...ohmygod!" Tess squealed. "It's dripping everywhere!"

"Told you babe; haven't nutted for a few days," Taylor assured her. Kris pressed the pillow harder against her head; this was a mental health day that would require another mental health day. Or days.

Or months.

"C'mon, stop playing...let's fuck," Tess whined, and there was squeaking and bouncing suddenly, Kris fearing the worst had begun. "Oooooh...oh god, stop rubbing it...c'mooooooon!"

"Ready babe," Taylor growled.

And there was a loud slam against the wall. Tess howled.

Kris grimmaced.

The tempo wasn't a slow build up, like Kris preferred. It was a sudden, rapid and fierce tempo. The slams were loud and fast, Taylor's bed squeaking its protest as the German Shepherd humped away at his conquest. For her part, Tess squealed and grunted, letting out loud, exaggerated cries and whimpers as she was bred in the room next to her middle school archenemy's. The Dachshund shouted obscenities.

Kris hated it.

"Oh god yes...a-all fours!" Tess begged breathily, and the slamming stopped momentarily, following by squeaks and pants as the two obviously moved about. "Oh god...s-stick a finger in my ass!"

Oh Tess is a FREAK, Kris thought to herself.

"God you are so freaky, I love it," Taylor grunted as the slamming and bouncing resumed. Tess squealed and begged, praising her lover as he slammed her tight pussy lips even as their shared bed crashed into the walls.

Kris ground her teeth together, face scrunched as she tried to block out the noises. Her heart hammered in her chest. Her head felt woozy and spun.

Her crotch was wet.

No, no fucking way I'm getting off to this, Kris thought to herself, eyes flying open even as Tess howled her orgasmic pleasures. The German Shepherd reached between her legs, feeling the dampness of her lips that soothed her hammer heart. No...no I'm just...I'm just horny...ovulating...not getting off to my brother fucking some girl...

"Oh fuck yeah, take that dick you fucking slut! Yeah, you like that?" her brother roared.

Kris's core twinged.

"Oh god yes! Yes I love your fat cock in my tiny pussy!" Tess squealed. "Oh god I want your huge dick to split me open!"

Kris bit her lip, preventing a soft moan from escaping past her lips as two of her fingers found her clit and swirled around it. Wet couldn't aptly describe how she felt, and her core twinged with wanton need as the thumps and thuds of the room next to her continued in a steady beat.

Her brother had stamina.

"Oh god, s-second finger!" Tess whimpered.

Tess was needy.

Kris bit down on a finger, slipping a finger inside herself and rubbing at her g-spot. Involuntary muscles spasmed and clamped down on the intruding digit even as her other fingers dexterously rubbed at her clit. Nipples erected to stand out against her fur, and she wished she could trust herself to not squeal her orgasms so she could play with them as she usually did. But she felt too needy; too aroused. This wasn't a usual play session of hers where she had time to ride herself to the brink of pleasure and back several times before shuddering and crying out an orgasm that often sprayed her juices across her sheets.

This was a quiet session; like many she'd had where she had that primal urge to get off, but lacked the privacy to take her time and build up her release. Where she had to rush to orgasm just to satisfy her lust before getting back to whatever task was at hand.

"FUCK!" Tess screamed, genuinely this time. "God your cock is HUGE!" she cried out, clarifying what had happened to Kris. The German Shepherd pressed her g-spot harder.

Tess let out another indecipherable cry, and another. Kris wondered, even as she squirmed her way through mini-orgasmic bliss, how many guys had been inside Tess. How many of them had fucked her like her brother was. Of her partners, none had fucked her like he could...

"Oh god...I'm gonna cum. You fucking ready? I'm gonna dump my load in your snatch," her brother roared, the slamming of the bed, and thus his cock into her pussy, picked up to a pace that made Kris sore just hearing it.

She stuffed two more fingers inside herself, thrusting to match his pace.

"Oh god put it all in me!" Tess screamed.

Taylor's snarl ripped through the house, and Kris bit down on her finger as she climaxed around her fingers, her muscles clamping down and releasing as she squirmed and writhed on her bed. Tess let out whimpers and whines from the room next to hers.

But Kris barely heard them anymore. Her orgasm had ripped through her and relaxed every muscle in her body. Her mouth finally unclamped from her finger and it dropped as she slowly removed her fingers from within herself, twitching at the sensitive flesh's protests of excessive stimulation.

"Oh fuck Tess...god you're a good fuck," Taylor grunted.

Kris pulled a pillow towards her, her eyelids suddenly feeling heavy.

It'd be a good time for a nap.

? ? ?

Kris shifted in her seat as she sat at the dinner table. Her brother was seated across from her, playing on his phone and taking occasional drinks of his soda. His antics had woken her up several times when she tried to lay down for a nap, and by the sounds she'd made, Tess had been more than up for it.

That's more than could be said for her nether region. Kris had surmised she was terribly sore by the way she whined and hissed while walking when she left a short hour before Kris was meant to get home from school. Taylor had promptly gone back to his room, slammed the door and gone to sleep, leaving Kris awake and with the certainty that she could be more vocal in getting off.

And now she also felt terribly sore from it all.

"So, how was your day?" Kris asked, trying to keep her voice even as she grabbed a glass of water and raised it to her lips, taking a small sip as she looked at her brother.

"Boring," he muttered, not looking up from his phone as he set his drink down. "You?"

"S-same old same old," she laughed, brushing a lock of hair out of her face. "Just...y'know."

He grunted.

"So, who's hungry?" their mother said, coming over and setting down a few plates on the table. "I am STARVING. Those meetings never have any good, edible food. Only that high class crap that's never good and always leaves you hungry for more."

"I'm starving," Taylor said, setting his phone on the table.

"You have a good day at college?" their mother asked, bringing a large bowl of spaghetti over and setting it on the middle of the table.

"I mean...it was fine," Taylor lied with a shrug.

"What'd you learn?" their mother asked.

"Uhhhhh...the mitochondria is the powerhouse of a cell," he responded with a roll of his eyes, helping himself to a large portion of spaghetti and splatting it in on his plate. Kris helped herself to a smaller portion afterwards, her face flushing when she brushed fingers against her brother for just a moment.

"And how about you honey? Did you have a nice day at home?" their mother asked, shattering Kris's hopes that their mother wouldn't bring it up with Taylor around.

"Y-yeah, spent it asleep," Kris responded, sparing a fleeting glance at Taylor, who looked absolutely mortified as realization hit him. "Most of it."

"That's nice. Taylor, what's wrong?"

"N-nothing," Taylor muttered, looking down at his plate as his sister avoided eye contact.

Teenagers, their mother thought, sitting in her own chair, pouring herself a glass of wine and helping herself to some of her delicious homemade spaghetti.