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I can't remember when I first noticed the pattern, but something about the start of the summer always seemed to bring out the best in my family.

Last month was no exception, and I'm aware that my definition of the best isn't necessarily...a traditional standard, as it were, but you never would have known that, judging by the massive grin on my face when my bedroom swung open.

It wasn't weird that someone would have come into my room so close to midnight: a house full of adults with similar schedules meant that someone would be awake just about all hours of the night, but some people might have found it weird for my dad to come in and check on me in the middle of the night, being a fully grown woman.

Checking on me might not have been the best way to describe it, either.

"Don't tell me: Mom's finally done with your sass and kicked you to the couch?" I asked him, knowing he'd pick up on that very same sarcasm; no doubt that I inherited it from him. "Or did you forget where the fridge is located?"

I know he's heard all of my lines before, and to him, it must be like a feedback loop with a slightly different voice, but he still greets me with a grin and a shake of the head. "Not the kind of midnight snack I was interested in," he tells me, but he doesn't do anything to hide the real source of his problems, either: it's impossible to miss the standing, drooling tip of his cock. "Unfortunately, your mother doesn't have quite the appetite I do; she thought you might be able to help with that."

"Pretty sure no one can keep up with your appetite, but mom and I give it our best," I answer, allowing my eyes to drift down from his own.

Having seen his naked form plenty of times before does nothing to dull the excitement of seeing his body on display...it doesn't diminish the excitement that builds in the pit of my stomach as I watch his member twitch with every excited beat of his heart.

Before I know it, I'm drooling...just a little, but I feel that extra moisture and flick my tongue over my lower lip, thinking I might be able to keep my dad from noticing my reaction.

"Seems to me that you've got just as much of an appetite as I do," he replies, no doubt having seen the flicker of my tongue, just as much as he felt the trail that my eyes carved in his flesh. "You sure you don't mind grabbing a bite with me? I know it's awfully late..."

"Just make sure you close the door behind you," I tell him. "And maybe lock it...we don't want Mom having a change of heart when she hears what a good time we're having, do we?"

His eyes dart away for a moment; he still has no idea that I'm just as into the idea of having a threesome with him and Mom as he is, but that's a secret that I've always kept in the back of my mind for another night...perhaps one wherein we're all feeling a little friskier to begin with.

That night, it was just daddy and I, just the way I wanted it...speaking of that, of course, I didn't give him a chance to even make it to the bed before I pushed the covers away and revealed my preferred sleeping attire.

Just like daddy, I like to sleep naked, especially once it starts to warm up outside; we're a bit more frugal with the energy at my folks' house, and that means spending most nights with only a sheet over my body, providing a taunting outline for any guy that's lucky enough to stand over me in the evening.

"Well? Gonna come get your snack on, or not?"

I bring him back around to the moment and turn to the edge of the bed, draping my legs over the side of the mattress and placing them on the floor. Judging by the way his cock is absolutely leaking precum, I can tell he doesn't really need the warmup at all, but that doesn't stop me from meeting him at the edge of the bed and draping my palms around his sides.

His hips are just a little thicker to the touch than they appear, and with a curious touch, I feel the power in the sinew of his abdomen and the taut excitement in his ass, just as my fingertips grip that enticing flesh and steady him.

"Looks to me like you're the one going for a snack," he claims, putting the teasing ball right back in my court. "Awfully nice of your old man to save you the trouble of having to go to the kitchen, I'd say."

Licking my lips again and staring up at him the whole time, I see daddy's expression wilt just slightly, impressed at how quickly and easily I can keep up with him.

"Allow me to show my appreciation."

My tongue brushes the tip just a little bit: just enough to catch the salty-sweet taste of his precum. The stream was already starting to dribble over my breasts, but I don't mind the mess at all, knowing that there's going to be a lot more to clean up when all is said and done.

As I move past that delicious, tapered tip, the one thing I don't know is if my daddy is going to flip me onto my stomach and pound me like a proper bitch, or if he's just going to stand at the edge of the bed, push my legs back and ruin me...and for that moment, I'm simply glad that I'm not the one who has to make the decision.

Who but my daddy could ever make such a difficult choice in such a short amount of time?

"If I'd known you were so hungry, I would have just come here first," he says, but the next words become muffled as his paw drapes over the side of my skull, ruffling the back of my ear. "Not to say that your mother doesn't appreciate my cock the way you do, but...g-good hell, Chase...y-you really know how to make your father feel wanted."

Tightening my lips with every inch that I take, I make absolutely sure that my daddy will make a return trip before the weekend is over; I won't have any new tricks by then, but I don't need them, already having a small arsenal of his favorites dedicated to memory.

Just making my way to the base of his length and swallowing against the head of his cock is enough to force his knees to bend. He almost buckles, but another paw slaps down on my skull and tugs at the flop of my ears; I can't speak for other border collies, but I just love the way he tugs on them when he wants me to go a little deeper, and just past the edge of my throat, my tongue wiggles free and flickers over his sack.

It's a simple motion, brushing from side to side and barely tickling each of those delicious balls...but it's more than enough to change the grip of my father's digits, spurring him to release my ears and gaze down at me with a different kind of appreciation.

To a less experienced woman, it might look like frustration, but he's just looking at me like he needs me to do something more than put my mouth to such good use...like he needs me to stop showing him such a good time with my maw before I make it impossible for him to return the favor.

"Mllmf...mmn! Hehe...d-did I do something wrong, Daddy?" I ask him, watching his length absolutely glisten with my spit as he pulls it back out of my maw. "You sure were doing a lot of trembling, just now..."

His grin widens, his eyes narrow, and before I can make another quip, I feel his palms closing on my thighs. My whole world flips up and back as he tosses me toward the middle of the bed with ease, but only so far that his messy, spit-soaked cock can still rest against my pussy when he steps in closer.

"Not that I'd ever complain about getting to pump a load down your throat, but...that's not quite what I had in mind this evening," he explains. "Besides, this is your snack too, isn't it?"

"Nothing to say you can't just return the favor," I tell him. "You did say you were hungry."

His tongue makes an appearance too brief for my tastes; skilled as he is with his hips, he's absolutely brilliant at licking me to a climax.

I can already see that I won't be able to talk him into it right then, but as he adjusts his posture and dips the tip of his cock into my petals and through the most pathetic resistance I can offer, I'm immediately reminded that it's a long weekend; we'll have no shortage of chances to take advantage of privacy before I've got to head back into work on Monday.

"Not the kind of h-hunger I can sate with my tongue, I'm afraid," he admits. "But this is a wonderful start..."

I try to arch my back into him: to keep up with the sheer amount of depth he can manage without being forceful, but each time I roll my hips at him, I can feel the tip of his cock threatening to brush the edge of my cervix.

A full on touch with it is a little too much for comfort, but to come just to the edge and fill me to the brim like that takes a degree of skill that only my own father has...but in the heat of the moment, I can't hope to grasp such a formal name.

"Oh, o-oh fuck! Daddy...is...is this what you needed?" I ask, trying to play the card of what little innocence I can still lay claim to. "Is this the s-snack you were after?"

He's panting above me, letting steaming breaths roll into the cool air of my bedroom. His paws are grabbing me by the front of my thighs, keeping me pinned back, forcing my breasts to heave with every thrust...my whole body is on display for him, but it's when his eyes lock with my own again that he grins the widest.

"Like you didn't know what I was after the moment I came through the door," he taunts me, having seen right through my attempted charade. "And...like I c-couldn't smell the need on you the moment I came in..."

Flustered by the thought but utterly helpless to stop him, I relax my legs and let them bounce with as much intensity as my chest. The movement is enough that I know I'll be sore if he pounds into me that way too much longer, but for reading me like an open book, I already know he can feel my inner muscles fluttering on his cock, and my entire body clenching and seizing, trying to trap him in place.

He won't let me take his knot right then, but he knows it's only greed that drives me to want it: to reach my orgasm, I only need to feel the pad of his thumb rolling a quick, tight circle around the hood of my clit. "N-no...no, nonono! I didn't w-wanna cum yet!" I protest, but I'm already soaking his cock with new, silky warmth and leaving a streaking trail in my sheets, coating the edge of the bed.

It's all a bit of a blur after that: it always is when my daddy's on top, but some part of me loves the idea of simply being pounded and tossed against the bed, hardly able to thrust back against his driving hips, completely unable to do anything about the sudden flood of seed that sprays across my insides.

"We only had so much t-time to work with, sweetheart...got things to do in the morning," he grunts his way through his orgasm and tightens his grip on my thighs once more, holding me steady and making sure that my quivering womanhood grabs his shaft just where he wants it to. "Maybe tomorrow night, if you're up for it...we can have a longer session?"

He's dominant without being forceful, skilled without being surgical, and confident without being arrogant.

When I need someone above me, he's absolutely perfect, and I make sure he knows it with one last clench of my walls, forcing some of his cum to squirt right back out and over his sack.

"I'd love that," I assure him, catching my breath as quickly as I can. "If you think Mom will give you two nights off in a row, that is."

"I'm sure she'll understand if I've gotta give you priority every now and again," he replies. As his lips settle, he comes in close and kisses my forehead, leaving me absolutely melted inside; my already tired body settles against the bed as he pulls free...and like the kinky mutt he is, he doesn't even wipe his cock off before he heads back to his room. "After all, I'm the only man in your life, too!"

Before I have a chance to correct him, he's already on his way through my bedroom door...and not half an hour later, the door opens again, but this time, it's like I'm seeing a slightly younger version of my father, instead.

I still don't bother with clothes when my brother opens the door, and just like my daddy, he comes through without a scrap of clothing on his body, either, but where my daddy was only dripping a little bit, Mack is absolutely pouring precum onto the floor, practically leaving a trail where he's walked across the carpet.

"You know the bathroom is the next door down the hall, right?" I ask, taking a more confident and teasing approach with Mack than I ever could with my dad. "Like...I'm not gonna help you clean up if you start peeing all over the floor."

" Very funny," he retorts. "Believe it or not, that's not what this is."

"Well, that's a relief. What the heck happened to you, then?"

"My girl wouldn't stop sending me naked pictures of herself," he explains, his voice addled with dry frustration. "But she refused to video call me, and then she just stopped answering, so...I started playing, but I swear, it's like...like I can't get off."

"So you came to your own sister for advice," I lead him along, patting the side of the bed, just next to the slowly drying stain that our father left beforehand. "What would Mom and Dad say if they knew what you were about to do?"

It's our little secret, but then, Mack already knows that he can come into my room anytime that his girlfriend leaves him blueballed...or if he just feels like having a little fun when Mom and Dad aren't around.

This time, knowing that he's primed and absolutely desperate to fuck after being worked up like that, I can barely contain myself, patting the bed a little harder and throwing the covers away for the second time, that evening.

"Good thing you've agreed to keep quiet about it, too," Mack teases; he's not the type to do that in the first place, telling me that I've got my work cut out for me that night. "Or, as quiet as you can , at least."

"We both know you love it when I've gotta moan into your neck or your chest instead of crying out for you," I remind him. "I'm lucky to have such a freak for a brother...especially one that doesn't mind getting nostalgic with me every now and again."

"Just like old times, then?" he asks, climbing into the bed and looking to take the lead...but this time, I don't let him.

"Just like we used to," I agree. "Just...like...o-old times!"

Mack only puts up a little bit of a fight before I've got him flat on his back and pinned in the bed, straddling his chest and leaking something more than my usual arousal into his fur.

At first, he doesn't seem to notice anything amiss, but he's too busy looking up at me and admiring the spectacle of my body to care about the way the volume is flooding over his collarbone...or the subtle discoloration that's hidden by the dark.

It isn't until it creeps close enough to the edge of his neck that he gleans the smell of something more than my usual excitement, and seeing the lights come on, I can't help but grin and wonder if he's put all the pieces together.

"Pretty sure I was your only partner in those old times," Mack finally answers, his nose wrinkling at the scent of another male in the air. "Like...I'm not imagining that smell, am I?"

Keeping my composure with Mack is usually difficult for another reason: he might not have the same level of experience as my daddy, but as soon as he starts pumping, he's like a jackhammer...and even if he gets off, he won't stop until I do; he's a real sweetheart, like that.

This time, trying to keep my composure proves impossible as I giggle all the way down his torso, dragging my soaking, pouted folds against his abdomen, leaving a trial of mingled juices along every follicle that dares to tease me. "I'm not sure," I finally speak, knowing he'll struggle to reply when my sex kisses against the top of his shaft. " Are you imagining that?"

He's trembling the moment I make contact, and as I arch my back and roll my mound up toward the tip of his cock, there's hesitance in his eyes for the first time since we made love.

It's a bit of a thrill to see that look once more, but it's not enough to stop me from dipping myself onto his tapered, drooling tip...though, that pressure is more than enough to force me to bite my lip as I struggle my way toward the base.

"There...t-that's definitely not yours," he comments, feeling my arousal spread around his shaft, aided by the excess cum that my daddy left inside me before. "Chase, you...w-who else have you been sleeping with?"

My brother has always proven such a fantastic and dedicated lover that I don't want to break his confidence. There's no way for me to know if he's going to react with disappointment or renewed aggression when I break the news to him, but seeing such curiosity in the depths of his eyes, I remember what a terrible liar I am.

"Gotta be honest, as loud as we were...I'm surprised you didn't hear Dad walking back down the hallway earlier," I confess. "He really left one hell of a load in me, didn't he?"

To start, I'm doing all the work, bouncing slowly in his lap and just feeling out the impressive length of his cock once more, adjusting to the subtle detail, learning the widest point and squeezing the narrowest with a knowledge that he'll be forced to push back, sooner or later.

How hard he'll push back is a mystery to me as I keep watching his eyes, ignoring the subtle flood of our father's cum; it's spilled all the way over Mack's groin by then and even trickled down his balls, but the sensation doesn't seem to strike him the same as the words I've uttered.

His ears didn't flicker or fold, but he just kept staring up at me, letting me see the internal struggle of jealousy and competition...and to the delight of my body, I struggle to breath as I feel a sudden, powerful thrust into my body, nearly collapsing my upright, dominant posture.

"All those nights that I was too nervous to ask...t-too shy to come and bother you for help or company when I heard you moaning...t-that was Dad all along?" he finally pops the question, but he's not just lying there in conversation: he's trying to wrestle control from me, draping paws over the small of my back, his digits creeping over the top of my ass for a fulfilling squeeze.

He's not stealing my moment in the spotlight, and I make it clear to him by equaling his pace and then doubling it, forcing him to give it his all if he wants to keep up...and our efforts churn the last load of cum into a warm, milky froth as we work out the emotional content of a secret revealed.

The physical content of the same isn't the gentle in the least: as I feel like I'm getting into my groove, I notice a tighter grip on my backside...my brother isn't the best liar either, and though I feel a renewed throb in the depths of my sex, proving just how turned on he is by the idea...he's pumping harder than he ever has to try and leave his mark and prove his worth.

He hits deep as our rhythms finally sync, and for a moment, I can't find the strength to pull in a full breath; like the evil little shit that he is, he doesn't help me back to my paces, preferring to sit there and enjoy the sensation of my body quivering around him.

"That a p-problem?" I ask him, trying to keep what dominant flair I can in my expression, but it all rings just a little hollow as I lean back, placing my open palms on his thighs for extra support. I can feel his eyes roaming my breasts as they start to heave with the effort behind every bounce of my body, but that's just a fringe benefit...I don't dare to focus on anything but the depth and pace of his cock, reaching as far as my womanhood will allow with every movement.

He's flat on his back, but he's giving it everything he has, thrusting into me with such force and squeezing my ass so tightly that he almost gets the better of me, but where he's blindly pounding and lunging like the breeding stock he is, I'm still clenching my inner muscles, still focusing on his most sensitive spots, and best of all...

...I'm still outlasting him, even though it's my second round of the night.

"Long as you still have t-time for me..."

His voice fades: he's already struggling to keep up, but I know he won't stop, no matter what it takes to match me blow for blow. "I always do," I assure him, but my own voice starts to weaken, followed by the balance of my posture.

That desperation in his voice gets to me every time, and just as I feel like I've got him right where I want him, my body takes over and my inner muscles betray me, working of their own accord.

"Long as you...still...love me..."

My heart skips a beat, careless of how wrong it should be to have such a reaction to hearing that from my own brother.

In the heat of the moment, it's simply unfair, and I play in turn by throwing my arms forth and pressing them on his stomach, planting my weight against his body. From there, it's a race to the finish line, and the sound of our bodies pumping against each other fills the room with such a powerful song of flesh upon flesh that I have to imagine Mom and Dad know what we're up to.

All the same, even when I feel the first gush of Mack's cum spreading across my insides, filling me with new warmth...I don't stop churning his cock with my muscles. I can't stop bouncing my full weight into his lap, wishing that I could match his enthusiastic pace all the way to the finish line.

"I...I do...I love you so much, big brother," my voice cracks slightly as I break down and stumble forward, collapsing onto his chest as he thrusts into me over and over again...and even when I can feel the last throbs of his length pushing that final, delicious seed into my womb, he props up his feet and just keeps fucking going, like he's some kind of limitless machine. "Oh...f-fuck...you're gonna m-make me cum again , Mack!"

I'm crying out into his chest, drooling on the little bit of extra fluff near his neck, quivering with delight...but I'm not really moving. It's all down to him, and the slow, uneven way that his pace finally subsides, until his softening cock springs free with an absolute flood of cum to follow it.

I'm already looking forward to sleeping in a room that reeks of sex and the scents that my lovers have left upon me, but before I can drift off, I grab my brother by the arms.

"Mack, p-please..."

"Yes?"

I giggle just enough to let him know I wasn't done speaking. "Please stay the night with me?" I finish the thought. "Like you used to...?"

My brother didn't know how much I'd really missed him until right then, but feeling his arms drape over my back, I already have my answer; greed makes me want to hear his confirmation, too.

"As if I could leave my little sis in bed without her favorite pillow..."