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“It’s squishy, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. I mean – yeah, um-”

“But is it wet?”

Max gave the gelatin egg another little squeeze, then ran his thumb across the surface. “Not… really?”

“Well, there ya go, then.” Here in front of him, reclining back along her bed with a stack of pillows shoved beneath her back for support, his sister spread her legs a little bit further and lifted up towards his muzzle, the movement quick enough to send a waft of the sharp, rich scent of her parted spade curling around his nose. He took in another breath, shivered, swallowed, felt his mouth water. “Ain’t shovin’ anything into me dry.”

“But you’re – plenty wet-” He turned a little bit and nestled the tapered tip of the egg right up at the center of her spade, into the section of wrinkled, overlapping meat pushing out towards the plump, full lips. In response her muscles squeezed, flexed, lifted out a bit further, and then sucked back inwards, and left a hanging strand of sticky, foggy juice hanging from the translucent surface of the toy. “Couldn’t I just-”

“Oh, you could.” Erika reached one footpaw forward, rested her ankle over his shoulder, tugged him in again. “But I want you to suck on it first. Get it nice and – you know. You wanna stick an egg in me, you little freak? Better pretend it’s a Jolly Rancher and kiss it into me first.”

She giggled; Max rolled his eyes, turned the egg so that that freshly slickened side faced him, and briefly rubbed it across his upper lip. Her scent drifted up across him even more strongly, soaking into his fur, dribbling across his lips; he swallowed again, sighed out around it, and then parted his lips in what he hoped was a slow, sexy fashion, trying to maintain eye contact with Erika as she did so. She lifted an eyebrow and tilted her head a little bit, legs settling over his shoulders, plump canine spade squishing between her legs as she did so; there was just enough room in the wild dog’s maw to be able to roll the egg around over his tongue, and while he did that Erika slid her paw down her body again, brushing across each nipple in turn, spreading around the base of her protruding spade, squishing the slick, sticky flesh forward, squeezing it beneath her fingers, then digging those in, plunging deep until plump, wet meat squelched around her knuckles.

For a moment Max nearly swallowed the egg. He leaned forward to spit it out into his waiting palm, then paused at another small kick from Erika’s footpaw over his shoulder; a quick glance up at her again reminded him of his task, and he sighed again, drew in another breath, and lifted up to lean in. Gradually she slid her fingers back out of herself, making sure to smear the resultant stickiness through her fur.

“I’d – y’know,” she rumbled. Both paws came down, pressed in at the base of her spade, and pulled out from there, her full lips smacking apart first and the meat inside parting noisily a second later, but then she released that tension and let everything squish back into place. “But like I said. I want you to kiss it into me. Be my little Easter bunny.”

“I wah-” Max shook his head and spat the egg out into his palm. “I won’t be your little anything if you keep talking like that.”

“Speaking of talking, it’s rude to do that with a full mouth…”

He leveled the best glare he could at her, slurped the egg back up between his lips, rolled it back and forth a few more times to ensure he had thoroughly coated it, and finally closed the distance. As usual Max could feel the rich, swampy heat emanating from her sex even before he made contact with it, scent and warmth thickening the air before it filled his nostrils and throat. Jaw perched with the egg held inside, nose wrinkling underneath her aroma, he danced his lips across hers, slid down one side, and circled around to the other, treating her dripping arousal like lipstick, making sure that each of his breaths puffed down across the base of her spade.

Erika squirmed gently underneath his attention, muscles twitching and tensing, spade lifting up to meet his mouth in that wet kiss. Max nuzzled himself a little bit deeper, leading with his lips, pursing them forward as much as he could without piercing the egg with his fangs. As expected Erika reciprocated through the kiss, lifting her legs further, once again pushing out with her muscles so that those succulent, silky folds of inner flesh blossomed slightly outwards towards him, unfolding from inside just enough that he could feel them there on his lips – which he then parted against her, drawing open, sucking softly to pull her into his mouth while keeping the egg in place.

Already Erika’s spade provided more than a mouthful, and even more so with the egg – smaller than her, of course – pressing nearly into the back of his throat. Max adjusted where he lay between her legs, wrapping his paws up around her thighs to both pull himself closer and drag her deeper into his mouth, trying his best to flick his tongue within her folks, guiding his way around, finding where she wanted him.

“C’mon, Max,” she had urged him one night, “I wore that damn plug all day. I bet you can fit your nose inside me. Hell, I bet you can fit your entire fuckin’ snout in. Right up to the bridge. C’mon. Lie down and I’ll take you for a ride…”

So, he had thought, one of these little egg toys shouldn’t be too much for her, right? But the way she had looked at him when he had mentioned it to her, amusement flashing across her muzzle… but still she had welcomed the idea, and even now she shifted to wrap her legs around his shoulders, footpaws overlapping behind his neck, drawing him in closer, squishing her spade against the toy within his mouth, his nose burying among the thick curls of her pubic fur.

Thinking that he had found his mark, Max closed his eyes, took in another breath, let her scent coat his throat a little more, and then lifted his tongue from behind, angling the tapered point of the egg forward. Bit by bit he pushed forward with it, nudging it in between her spread lips, nestling into the succulent folds of meat waiting for him… pressing into the slight resistance, the little tug of inner muscles, the reflexive clench – and then pushing through into the welcoming space just behind, still squeezing, still pulling, wanting it inside, the same sensation he had felt himself so many times before.

Above him Erika shivered, legs pulling around him again, spade briefly flexing. “Oh…” she breathed, then sucked in a gasp through her teeth. “You’re… almost…”

And then when the egg pushed past its tipping point and slurped the rest of the way in, those very same folds of silky wet flesh sucking in around it, she jumped, moaned out, and then wriggled where she lay. Her legs lifted up, toes curling, and for a moment she just writhed in place, full spade still sucked gently between her brother’s lips, sticky wetness dribbling down from the corners of his mouth; he dug his tongue forward and swirled it deep, circling around the base of the toy now buried snug inside of her, her walls squeezing in around it from all sides, then right back out again. Every little touch sent another shiver rippling through her body, and coaxed out another squeezing clench.

Max struggled to swallow, pushing through the so familiar sensation of her slick, slimy arousal coating the entire inside of his mouth and throat, and then started to draw back. At first Erika tightened her legs around him again, keeping him in, but he just continued suckling along her spade and drawing it further away from her body, riding its length along his tongue and the interior of his lips; he paused at its very extremity, held himself there, and once again swirled his tongue around inside, teasing right there at the rim of the entrance only half-hiding the egg… and felt it start to reveal itself more and more, until-

-it bumped against his teeth and rolled over his tongue further into his mouth at a firm push from the other wild dog. Erika sighed out as she released the tension of that push, an extra trickle of succulent goo dribbling across her brother’s tongue as well; he took a moment to roll the egg forward again, once again angled it properly, and nestled it right back in, the second push much easier than the initial. Just like before Erika tensed up along its girth, squeezed at the midpoint, then shivered when it socketed into place – and this time Max kept his tongue in place, lifted up flat against her from inside, the lips of her spade lifting out at his own.

When she again began to push he felt it, caught it, and returned the movement, letting the egg slide back out to its widest point, and then holding it there and nudging it back in. Then back and forth, back and forth, again and again, each time with each sibling pushing a little bit harder, tensing a little bit more. Max had to pause in between each one to roll the growing sticky slickness around in his maw, each of Erika’s squeezes emptying another trickle of arousal across his tongue, aiding the egg’s movement inside and out of her, until he let it pop out one more time and settle into his maw.

Now it was warm, so much more than when he had first rolled it within his drool. Max swallowed around it, then did so a second time; he drew back just far enough to lick his lips, once again smearing that stickiness over his mouth, and then pulled Erika’s spade right back into his mouth alongside the egg, squishing and mushing the two together without trying to shove it back inside of her. This time he flicked and rolled and swirled his tongue in between the two, soft velvety meat alongside smooth, squishy gelatin, thoroughly coated in the same thick slickness, like a fruit dipped in chocolate.

As Max sucked away at it, he couldn’t quite tell whether the warmth trickling into the back of his throat came from the egg or from her. His fingers tightened in the soft squish of her thighs, holding her down, keeping her pressed against him; when he rolled the egg forward again he did so with the broad side facing her, squishing in, allowing her spade to suction-cup against it and pull it from his grasp, so that he then had to once more scoop his tongue around the side, and-

“Jee_zus.”_ Erika’s voice floated across to him from a distance; a moment later he jerked in surprise, one of her paws having found its way along his reclining body to his own arousal, twitching fully hard, bouncing against his belly, soaking his fur with quick squirts of pre. “I didn’t know you’d be – this fucking into-”

Her fingers danced across him, tickling at the lip of his sheath, brushing past across its length, and rolling it in place where it held around his knot, twitching, pulsing, caught inside; he had been so wrapped up in digging his tongue and lips and mouth into her that he had nearly forgotten about himself, hips thrusting, tail wagging. She teased gently back and forth, pressing her fingers in against the end of his sheath to stretch it along his swelling knot, then let go so that it nestled back into place, all the while Max kept his eyes wrenched shut and his tongue pulsing forward, once more nudging the egg forward, squeezing it into her – pressing it in so that she gasped and squeezed and squirted, this time burying it deeper until he could stretch his tongue no further.

Then once there, he pursed his lips fully around the base of her spade, swallowed once more, and sucked, trying to draw it right back out on his own. Erika’s fingers squeezed around his knot held tight within his sheath; he thrust forward, she gasped and squeezed again, he suckled harder and dug his tongue deeper.

“When you’re – done there…” she panted, “I wanna – make out with – that thing in between us…”

Max paused, blinked, and then sucked again, but this time held off on swallowing the slickness filling his mouth.