Reassurance

Johanna's ear twitched toward the door as the deadbolt clicked, though her eyes never broke away from her phone. "You're late," she remarked as Dane stepped through and locked the door again behind him, "Did it go well?"

Her brother winced at the question, dropping his key and wallet in the bowl they kept beside the door. "Eh...I thought it did at first, but it ended with the usual 'we'll call you when we've made our decision'," he admitted with a shrug. "Maybe they will, but at this point I've come to understand that phrase to be a polite 'no'."

His sister just nodded her agreement. "That line of work would be hard on your ankle, anyway. Might be for the best if they don't call you. There's mac-and-cheese in the microwave, if you're hungry," she added, typing away with both thumbs on her screen. After finishing whatever note she was making, she pulled one hand away from the little device to pat the couch cushion next to her, quietly inviting him to sit down and take a breather after his afternoon of job-hunting.

Dane took her up on that invitation without a second's hesitation, saving thoughts of food for later, and flopped onto his tail in the middle of the couch to kick back with a sigh. Johanna likewise made herself comfortable, turning to flop across his lap with her elbows on the far cushion and her phone propped against the armrest in front of her eyes. From there he could see she was typing a customer-review of the graphics card she'd ordered recently.

Her brother chuckled and laid his hands lightly on her back, rubbing it soothingly. "You got comfy a little early tonight," he noted, citing the long night-shirt she was currently wearing with no hint of pants underneath. Johanna always made a point of getting dressed before logging in to her work, and usually remained that way until after her evening shower, but today she'd already changed back into her pajamas for the evening. "Rough day for you, too?"

The female Dalmatian rocked her head from side to side. "Not work-wise," she declared after a moment, "Not entirely sure what did it, but something set me off in a different way. Well...now I think about it, it was probably that song in my afternoon play-list. The pants were getting uncomfortable. Is Gemini coming over tonight?"

Dane quirked a curious brow at her, wondering what kind of song had made her pants uncomfortable. "No," he answered slowly, "She was going to come visit on Friday, to spend time with you," he reminded her, playfully patting the rump laid across his lap, "We planned our next date for Tuesday." He gave her a double-curious look when his hand detected no trace of panties under the cloth of her shirt.

Johanna's tail wagged once, peeking out from under the hem without actually exposing her backside, and she hiked her hips briefly to encourage his touches. But the female Dalmatian sounded disappointed by his answer when she sighed, "I might have to put her off a day. I think I'm going to want you exclusively that night."

He managed to stop himself from asking what she meant, but only by convincing himself to satisfy another curiosity. A year ago he would not have dared to dream of asking about it, much less finding out for himself...but he slid one hand up the back of her leg and under the hem of her shirt, to discover her soft bottom completely bare underneath. Johanna's tail wagged again, twice this time, though her expression never changed as she finished typing her review and submitted it to the market site.

Dane chuckled, and gave her rump a brazenly appreciative squeeze. "Kind of worked up, huh?"

"Yeah," Johanna sighed again, "And you are not helping." Making no move to take her rump out from under his hand, she flipped over to her texts and started a message to Gemini instead, asking the Doberman to postpone her coming over until Saturday morning...

Her brother stopped her halfway through typing the question by literally plucking the phone from her fingers. It was actually kind of cute the way she followed its rise with her head without making any kind of attempt to take it back, but he didn't take it too far. "Hey, do you...want to do something about it? Tonight?" Dane asked hesitantly, giving her tush another squeeze that suggestively spread the cheeks beneath her tail.

Johanna continued to stare at the phone dangling a little above her head for a second, then shook it. "No," she declared calmly, sounding neither irritated nor disappointed, "If I break the rules once, it'll just make the temptation to break them repeatedly that much worse. I don't set boundaries without a reason, especially for you." She finally took her eyes away from the phone to look into his, though her stare was as blank as it typically was, like she wasn't quite sure what she was saying, "So you're allowed to tempt me as much as you like. And obviously I can't stop you if you decide to force it. But it'll be bad if I'm the one to give in."

Rolling his eyes, Dane gave her butt a firm swat bordering on a spank. "Hey, just what kind of brother do you take me for?" he chuckled, carefully scooting out from under her hips and toward her legs, "Let's do this, then..."

Getting out from under her without actually making her get up, Dane set her phone face-down on the coffee table then stretched himself out over her, matching his hips to hers and trapping her hands in his, pinning her underneath him with (almost) his full weight on top of her and his cheek laid next to hers. Johanna took one deep breath and seemed to melt underneath him, relaxing all the way down to her toes with her tail half-hearted attempting to wag against his hips. Dane chuckled at the reaction, and refrained from apologizing about the very distinct bulge in his pants trying to nest between the cheeks of her rump. "Thank you, brother," Johanna sighed quietly, closing her eyes with her head turned just enough to the side to rest on top of one of the hands holding hers.

Dane just nodded against her cheek, quietly soaking up the soft affection that seemed to radiate from her whenever they did this. They lay there for a long minute, and Johanna seemed to be getting dangerously close to falling asleep, while Dane gave a thoughtful stare at the phone on the table, with its half-finished message. "Sis...do you regret agreeing to this?" he asked slowly, "The thing with Gemini, I mean. Incest aside...well, no, even given that we're siblings, it doesn't feel like I'm doing right by you. Or her. Even if you're both in on it."

His sister opened one eye to look at him thoughtfully for a moment, then closed it again. "By the broadly accepted standards, you're not," she observed just as a matter of fact, but didn't give it time for any sting to set in, "But it wasn't your decision, really. You gave in to me. I'm the one out of line here. If we weren't siblings, a lot of things might be different...but we are, and that means things are like this." Turning her head just enough to kiss his cheek, she added, "I would love to have you only to myself, and let you wuff me every single night, and fill me with your pups. I've already explained why that can't happen, and why I think this is the next best thing. Whether I like it or not, I stand by that decision. Have I done something to seem unhappy about it?"

Dane thought about it seriously, trying to push aside his own insecurities and find something that he could clearly read as "discontent" in her. He gave up after a few minutes, shaking his head quietly. "Between you and Gemi, it feels like I'm living a dream I have no right to be in...and I guess I keep worrying you'll realize that some morning," he chuckled, lifting his head to kiss the top of hers. "I know you better than anyone, I think," her brother continued, "But it's still tough for me to tell when you're genuinely unhappy, so I might be looking too hard. At least your tail gives away when you're content," he chuckled, and noted the way it wagged between them again.

"If you can't tell, it's because I'm not unhappy," Johanna assured him, "And I know exactly how you feel, because I feel the same way. Even if things aren't ideal, they're far better than I had any right to expect when I confessed. Now let me up," she insisted, bucking her hips gently against his. Dane obliged, releasing her hands and shifting his weight off of her, but she was quick to place a hand on his shoulder to prevent him from getting up.

Sliding out from under him, Johanna moved to the end of the couch and put one leg over his knees, then reached under his waist and began fumbling with his belt. Dane obligingly lifted his hips to make it easier for her, but gave her a curious look over his shoulder. "I didn't think you were going to break the rules tonight..."

"I'm not," she promised, getting his belt undone and his fly open, "I'm following the one with higher priority. You're worried about me, and whether I'm happy in this relationship with you." Hauling back on his hips, she lifted them above his knees, then rolled the back of his pants down over his rump and brushed her hand under his tail to lift it.

When he realized what she was doing, Dane cringed a little, pulling one of the couch pillows over his face. "Wuff, Johanna, I didn't mean it like that..."

She just nodded, putting her arms around his thighs and rubbing the cheek of her face softly against the cheek of his butt. "I know. But if you're worried, I need to show you how happy I am," she insisted, gently sliding two fingers into the cleft of his rump and spreading them around his back-door. "I am this happy, brother," Johanna stated clearly, softly, and pressed a light kiss against his rim with her nose tickling the base of his tail, "Happy enough to enjoy even the most shameful, disgusting parts of you." The tip of her tongue flicked over the tightly puckered skin. "A small price to pay to have you here with me," she added, applying a much longer, broader lick to his tail-hole, "No, not even a price. Just a small gesture of gratitude..." She kissed the cheek of his rump again, then trailed a line of kisses from the base of his tail down through the cleft to the back of his sac, then ran all the way from there back to his tail in one broad lick.

"...Wuff," Dane huffed into the pillow, now clenched under his chin as he grit his teeth against both the humiliation and the pleasure, "I thought it was embarrassing the first time..." He really didn't want to admit how this bizarre, degrading act made him feel...but the bone slowly beginning to throb in her fingers probably gave it away without him having to say it.

Behind his upturned tail, Johanna just nodded, wrapping one hand tenderly around the growing length of his bone. "It's a little worse back here this time, too," she admitted as she began to gently stroke him in time to the slow, loving laps of her tongue against his back door.

Dane felt his whole face turn red as the implication behind her words hit his hormone-fuzzy brain, and he tried to pull his hindquarters away from her face. "Johanna, don't--!"

She tightened her grip around his thighs, hugging him back to her, and even clenched her fingers around his bone...a grip he absolutely could not fight. "Hold still," his sister warned, "Or I'll end up rubbing my whole face in your butt, whether I mean to or not." With cheeks still blazing, Dane settled down, though he was gripping the pillow with his teeth as much as his fists now. "It's not so bad as you think," his sister promised, easing up her grip and resuming stroking him carefully, "You just don't prep like Gemi and I do. And I'm glad," she added, pressing her nose up under his tail again, "The worse you taste, the more this means..."

Dane couldn't quite bring himself to see it that way, though he thought he knew what she meant. But whether he understood her or not, the little tingles of pleasure that ran up through his tail and down through his spine each time her warm tongue caressed his tight rim was something he could not deny. She licked and kissed and bathed him until his knot hardened and his whole bone began to throb. Then she tucked her hand inside her shirt and wrapped the hem over the tip while she stroked him, to keep the mess he was about to make off of the couch. Then Johanna pressed a deep, passionate kiss to his tail-hole, and pushed her tongue as deep inside him as she could reach, even going so far as to suck gently on the sensitive sphincter and scrunch her nose up between the cheeks.

With a half-muffled, almost whimpering howl, Dane climaxed in her hand, nearly biting a chunk out of the pillow in his mouth as he did. Johanna continued to tongue-fuck him with slow, deep thrusts until the tremors died away inside him and his bone began to soften in her grip. Then, with one last grateful kiss on his rump, she removed herself to go clean up, leaving Dane to catch his breath and reel in his spinning thoughts on the couch.

Johanna was still in the middle of brushing her teeth when Dane walked into the bathroom with her, now completely pants-less, and wrapped his arms around her in a warm hug. "I still have...very mixed feelings about that little act," he muttered into her ear before kissing her cheek, "But I know you mean it to say you love me. I love you, too." Johanna nodded silently, still scrubbing her teeth. "Also, don't think you get to do that to me without getting some kind of reciprocation," he chuckled, patting her rump firmly. Her tail wagged once, and she nodded again, and Dane went back to the living-room to let her finish cleaning up in peace.

Johanna had lost her shirt by the time she got back to the couch, approaching him completely naked. "I hope you feel better," she stated flatly as she sat astride his lap, "I really didn't mean to get into anything like this tonight...but I won't refuse, however far you want to go now. I definitely crossed the line already," his sister admitted, leaning against him and wrapping her arms loosely around his chest.

"Wuff yeah, you did," Dane chuckled, returning the hug gratefully, "But I won't keep you up late. After an effort like that, you just deserve to have a little of your want relieved, too, at the very least." Turning her around in his lap, Dane cupped one hand lightly over her breast while the other slid down her belly, through the thicker fur above her muffin, and ran gently over the outer lips of her sex. "Tell me if I get too rough," he whispered into her ear.

"Should I enjoy it?" his sister asked quietly, leaning back against his chest and letting her legs spread limply on either side of his thighs, "Or is this punishment for embarrassing you?"

"Definitely not punishment," he rolled his eyes before kissing the side of her neck. His fingertips carefully parted the warm lips, gliding low to collect some of her nectar, then caressed her silky inner-skin until they found her pearl. "And no acting tonight," the male Dalmatian insisted, "I want you to enjoy it, but only if it's good, and just as yourself."

Johanna leaned her head over to rub her cheek against his, laying one of her hands over his on her breast, encouragingly, and the other on the bare thigh between hers. "Every time you touch me is good," she promised quietly, closing her eyes and relaxing in his grip, "So be a little rougher."

Dane applied just a little pressure, sliding his fingertip up and down over the face of her pearl. Johanna gasped softly, and her leg twitched involuntarily, causing Dane to back off the pressure. His sister voiced no complaint, though, continuing the rest her head on his shoulder and take short, needy breaths with her legs spread in offering to his touch. He tried again, this time applying the pressure to the soft skin around her pearl, making slow circles around it and tracing the crease where it joined the petals of her sex. Johanna's breathing steadied and deepened, and the hand not caressing his knee reached up to cling adoringly to her brother's shirt. "A little quicker," she encouraged, leaning her head to the side to nuzzle his cheek again.

Her brother obliged, returning the affectionate contact with a chuckle. "...Should I use my tongue instead?" he asked softly, tracing the full length of her vulva once to slick his fingertips again before returning to her clit, "It's softer, and self-wetting."

"No," Johanna answered decisively, surprising him just a little, "I told you to be rougher, so that's counter-productive. And I want to kiss you at the climax. And you look much more handsome above me than below me," she promised, letting her mouth hang open as her breath became harder to come by, "Now...over the top...again," she begged.

Dane quirked a brow, but smiled, and ran his finger directly across the surface of her pearl. She gasped again, lifting one leg in a reflexive response to the tingling stimulation. Her brother slid two fingers around either side, "scissoring" her pearl in the middle, and she cooed approval. Then he slid both of those fingers low, parting her vulva and tucking up inside her love-tunnel, and ran the ball of his thumb over her pearl instead, "pinching" her inside and out.

"Oh...gods...forgotten," his sister panted, despite no change in her facial expression, "That...more...of that..." Both of her legs began to curl up toward her belly as his thumb circled her pearl, and she started to slide further down his lap. If she went much further, she was going to fall off his legs entirely...so she leaned to the side, stretching out across his legs and the couch instead, keeping one leg hiked high so as not to trap his hand.

Her breath was short and sharp, her lower body was trembling on the verge. She was definitely enjoying this, much to her brother's relief. And for the coup-de-grace...

Watching her face with a smile, Dane stretched out his little finger below her slit, to lightly tease the rim of her back-door. Johanna pushed up from the couch, catching his mouth with hers just as the howl escaped her, vibrating both of their throats as she cried into their kiss. Her brother put an arm under her shoulders to help support her while she twitched and spasmed in his lap, until she finally relaxed and reluctantly separated from the kiss. "Oh...wuff...brother," she panted as she laid her head back on the cushions, still keeping her legs spread and open to his touch.

Dane felt rather proud of himself. "Seems like you enjoyed that," he chuckled, leaning over to give a more gentle kiss to her cheek.

Johanna nodded quickly. "Do it...again," she panted, "Next time...you're up my...tail..." She could hardly imagine how intense the sensation would be combined with the stretch of his knot in her tail-hole...and could hardly wait to find out.

Her brother chuckled, and nodded. "Alright. Friday, after Gemi is through with you," he promised, finally withdrawing his fingers from her love-tunnel and giving her bare rump a gentle pat, "Feeling better now? Think you can wind down enough to sleep well?"

Another nod, and her breathing began to even out. "Probably. I'll have to sleep in just a shirt tonight. My tail's burning," she admitted, nudging back against the hand touching her, "Gemi might have to watch you stuff me before she gets started on Friday."

Now Dane's cheeks burned. But he scooped his exhausted sister up in his arms, and carried her to bed. In the end, she didn't even bother pulling on the shirt, but fell asleep completely naked, contented, exhausted, and safe in her favorite place: his arms.