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Something bizarre was going on between Annette and Scamp, but Collette just couldn't put her paw on what it was.

Initially, this heat had progressed more or less like any other. Annette had been volatile and unapproachable. One day, she'd be openly hostile, the next, she would be quiet and unresponsive. Sometimes she would barely be seen all day, off hiding alone somewhere sulking. It was impossible to know what might set her off, or why.

But all things considered, this was all actually pretty normal for Annette in heat.

Because Annette generally made going into heat everyone else's problem. She was never one to keep her displeasure to herself, and this time was certainly no different.

Collette, on the other hand, had always prided herself on keeping her composure. She had always been the one who cared most about appearances, and over the years that care had come with a refined patience. It took diligence to look as good as she did, and true elegance started from within.

So while it certainly wasn't fun by any means to go into heat, she knew it was simply one of those things you needed to handle. She had always borne her frustration quietly, consoled with the knowledge that throwing a fit wouldn't make it go away any faster.

Don't say it, don't think it, don't feel it.

More often than not, Annette was actually one of the biggest difficulties of going into heat, rather than the heat itself.

But for Annette, everyone was expected to tread carefully, make the effort not to set her off, like it was their fault she couldn't manage to be amicable. It was frustrating, but normally not enough to faze Collette. She'd come to expect it over the years, like a storm to be weathered.

It had become like clockwork: they'd go into heat, Annette would be unmanageable for a few weeks, and then it would pass. She'd muster an apology of some kind, and they would all move on. Tiring, but predictable.

But this season had become anything but predictable.

Because this time she'd also gone utterly frigid towards Scamp, and both Collette and Danielle had been drawn into the effort to mend the situation. Not only had they needed to all work together to get her to even talk to Scamp, but after this one-on-one in the park, she'd gone unusually skittish. It had been an improvement, certainly, but not necessarily what they'd been hoping for or expecting.

And then Angel had gone on vacation with their parents, and everything went off the rails.

All of a sudden, Annette was practically inseparable from Scamp, always flittering around him like some kind of show dog, acting giddy and downright foolish. She managed to play it off for the most part like it was all just some new kind of teasing, but Collette knew her sister, and she'd never acted like this before.

She'd been about to take it upon herself to confront Annette about it, when suddenly everything shifted again. The two of them went off on their own again at the park, and after that day they were both acting completely normal.

…Sort of.

It was like a new kind of normal. Everything she knew about her siblings was there and familiar...but also different. Annette was still her sarcastic, critical self, but she was more upbeat than Collette had ever seen her. Scamp was still level-headed and attentive, but he seemed more energetic.

They both seemed…vibrant.

The two of them were still together an unusual amount, but now it seemed almost natural, like they were just that close. It made it harder to notice, but whenever you couldn't find one of them, it was likely they were with the other.

Collette had tried to talk to Danielle about it, but she'd only shrugged off the question.

“What does it matter if they're getting along? Is that bad? Would you prefer they were fighting again?"

She was right, of course. But that was part of what made it so frustrating. Why now? Over the years, all four of them had grown to get along well enough, but if anything, Annette had always been the most distant from their brother. Now, out of nowhere, she throws a week-long temper tantrum, makes an utter fool of herself, and suddenly they're inseparable??

It was bad enough that Annette's bad behaviour always needed to be accommodated, but now it was like she was getting rewarded for acting difficult.

“Sounds to me like someone's jealous~" Danielle had only teased.

But she wasn't jealous. Collette just…didn't like it. So what if she liked having Scamp's attention for herself, too? So what if she felt happy when she got him alone, his undivided focus making her feel special? Sure, maybe Annette was getting in the way of that more now, but that was an unrelated issue.

It wasn't like Collette had just finally gotten comfortable enough to think about getting closer to Scamp, reflecting and deliberating and stressing over how to close the distance between them. Only for Annette to saunter in and blow everything up with like a smug little sl—

Don't say it, don't think it, don't feel it.

Deep breath.

She wasn't jealous.

In any case, the stress from all this was enough that it had been slowly wearing down Collette's nerves. The mix of confusion and frustration and lack of interest from anyone else had been really starting to weigh on her.

Which, as it turns out, made it a lot harder to manage her own heat.

Normally she could just let it fade into the background, a constant pulse, a familiar frustration, and go about her daily life. This time, however, be it from her added stress or overthinking, she frequently found herself completely overheated, her whole body feeling searing hot, and the dull throb would take on a sharp, piercing edge, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else.

It was, in fact, the very thing that woke her up that morning.

It burned and ached even before she knew she was awake, and for a while she lay in bed, held in groggy and disoriented half sleep, while that infuriating itch made permeated her thoughts and dreams. It gnawed at her, that steady burn between her legs pulling at her focus until she finally gave up, getting up just to move, just to clear her mind and reset and to try to think about anything else.

Judging by the sunlight, it couldn't have been more than an hour before she normally woke up, but it was just early enough to be a frustrating start to her day. She was distracted enough that she managed to make it all the way to the door before she noticed.

Annette wasn't in her bed.

Her sister had never been much of an early riser. If anything, she was usually the last one up. There was nothing wrong about Annette being up early per se, but the strangeness of it only added to Collette's foul temper.

Still, she wasn't one to let her emotions or her heat get the better of her. So, tired and grumpy as she was, she took a few deep breaths and just let it go. Instead of worrying about it, she went downstairs, hoping to clear her head.

She lay down on the cool floor of the kitchen, and Aunt Sarah greeted her with a curt hello and a light pat on the head. She noted that Annette was still nowhere to be found but did her best to file the thought away.

She tried to again to sleep, hoping the cool kitchen floor might help, but even aside from her heat just refusing to cooperate, with all of the sounds Aunt Sarah was making, she'd have a better chance sleeping through one of Danielle's excited tirades. After a while, she gave up and simply waited around for breakfast time. Some food in her system might help her get back under control. The last thing she wanted to do was lash out unnecessarily at her siblings.

Far too uncouth.

She took a breath, trying to release the tension in her body. She was usually never this easily bothered, and she couldn't figure out why this was different. What was so different about this season?

Danielle joined her in the kitchen, pulling her from her thoughts. “Morning Collette!"

Collette tried to stifle a cringe at her sister's excited volume and was mostly successful. “Good morning, Danielle."

Danielle flashed her usual chipper grin. “You're up early today! Usually I'm the first one up, but today I was last. Did you sleep well?"

Collette smiled in spite of her mood. It was hard to be upset around Danielle. “I could've slept better, unfortunately. That reminds me, though, have you seen Annette at all this morning?"

The dog considered a moment. “Nope! Have you?"

“Can't say I have."

This was…bizarre, but she tried not to let it bother her. She reminded herself that she didn't need to make every part of Annette's life her business. They were both grown dogs, and Annette could do what she pleased.

It was just hard to remember sometimes, with all the damage control everyone had to do.

Finally, Annette and Scamp showed up to breakfast, together. The two of them were smiley and bright, and Collette tried to ignore the sharp stab of frustration she felt in her chest.

“Morning guys!!"

“Good morning, you two." Collette greeted, keeping her tone neutral.

“Hey girls. Good morning," Scamp said warmly.

Collette held her sister's gaze for a moment. She thought it might give away a clue to her previous whereabouts, but Annette simply returned her sister's gaze, cocking her head questioningly, before breaking into a simple, warm smile. “Good morning, Collette."

Food dishes were filled, and Collette once again tried to let it go. She wasn't so surly as to imagine an issue where there wasn't one.

She just…couldn't keep the idea from twisting around in her mind.

Annette was never this cheerful while in heat. Maybe there would be a good day or two, but for days on end? Impossible. Could her heat have ended? That sort of thing had happened before. But then, usually whoever it was was upfront and smug about it, especially if it was Annette.

And then there was the question of her whereabouts this morning. Collette knew she couldn't just ask, that'd be too obvious. But maybe she could find a way to hint at it over the course of the meal, working out little pieces of info and—

“So, what were you two up to this morning?" Danielle's bubbly tone cut through the silent room.

Collette struggled not to choke on her food.

Trying to recover quickly, Collette looked expectantly between Annette and Scamp, for once thankful for Danielle's unique bluntness. However, if Annette was caught off guard by the question, she didn't show it at all.

“Oh, well I just woke up early, and couldn't fall back to sleep," Annette said finally. “I decided to spend the time with Scamp, who also happened to be up, rather than coming down here by myself."

Collette squinted at her sister. “Must've been quite a bad sleep. I woke up quite early myself, and you were already gone."

Was that a touch of smugness in Annette's expression? “Well, you would've been more than welcome to join us," She replied.

Collette opened her mouth to argue with her sister, to poke another hole in her story and contradict her, but she had nothing. There was no reason why what Annette said hadn't happened, especially as Scamp nodded, confirming her tale.

So why did that idea make Collette so angry?

“Awww I'd bet that was fun. I'd love a good cozy morning with you guys!"

Scamp grinned at Danielle. “I'm sure we could make that happen."

Collette was still stewing in her frustration, so she didn't notice Scamp's expression until he turned to look at her.

And all of her thoughts came to a grinding halt.

It was the same expression that she'd seen glimpses of these past few days. Sometimes recently, seemingly out of nowhere, he'd get this look in his eyes, something piercing and intense that would make her heart start to race. It was like he was picturing something as he looked at her, or like he was looking through her, really at her, seeing her in a different way.

This time, however, when their eyes met, he didn't immediately look away. Instead, his eyes bore into her with a predatory edge, an unfamiliar confidence and glimmer that, just for second, made him look like a different dog entirely. She stifled a shiver at the feeling, her mind still stuttering under the weight of that stare. It set her whole body on fire, and she looked down, unable to hold his gaze. Suddenly, her food bowl was worthy of intense focus.

Don't say it, don't think it, don't feel it.

Eventually, she noticed him also turn back to his food, and she was more than happy to let the normalcy of the breakfast routine take over. The conversation that followed was light and generally meaningless, just flowing over them as per usual. Nothing out of the ordinary.

And yet, Collette couldn't get herself back together.

Everything just had her so flustered this morning. Although Scamp never looked at her with that expression again, whenever she looked at him, or their eyes met, her heartbeat would pick back up, and her thoughts would start to wander. Of course, it didn't help that her heat was absolutely raging again. It was like her whole body was working to unravel her focus and composure. She shut her eyes for a moment, trying to breathe deeply. She could do this. She could handle this.

Opening her eyes, she checked if anyone had noticed something amiss. Danielle seemed oblivious as always, but she thought she saw Annette eyeing her intently, as if her sister could see something was up. When their eyes met, Annette smile was unreadable.

Collette suppressed her own scowled at her sister. Clearly, Danielle was right. She just needed to not worry about Annette and Scamp so much. It didn't have to concern her if they wanted to act ridiculous, or normal, or…whatever. She clearly had her own things to worry about today.

But even as she thought this, she struggled to squash the sense of discomfort simmering inside her. Something about the two of them just rubbed her the wrong way, and she just couldn't seem to let it go.

Maybe it was just the poor sleep making her feel this way. Maybe it was just a bad day. Maybe she just needed to walk it off.

She glanced at her brother again. Or maybe she just needed to talk to Scamp directly. Out of all of them, he had always been the best listener and was always so thoughtful and considerate. He always seemed to want what was best for others, he was always so attentive, with his gentle features and—

“Collette?"

Pulled from her thoughts, Collette realized she was staring at him and quickly averted her gaze.

“Sorry, just spaced out for a minute."

He smiled at her, and she couldn't ignore the way it made her feel light and giddy. The fiery, simmering pulse of her sex working in time with the pounding beat of her heart.

Don't say it, don't think it, don't feel it.

Don't say it, don't think it, don't feel it.

Alright. Maybe there was one thing she needed to do, before anything else.

***

After breakfast, Collette lingered for as long as she could manage, waiting as everyone went about their day, taking no mind as to what she might be up to.

In that time, she furiously tried to shake herself off. She tried to breath through it, to cool her thoughts and calm down, but no matter what she did or tried, none of her usual strategies worked. Nothing could ease that visceral, maddening sensation. She had never felt so aroused before. It had never been so all-consuming, so unavoidable, so ferally intense. It was a little frightening, and she was quickly growing anxious about being seen, her tension in turn only making it feel worse.

As much as she might not like it, she really just needed to do something about this.

So, after she was sure that no one else was around, she slinked her way back upstairs towards her bedroom.

Now, to be clear, Collette had no problem taking care of herself sexually. She acknowledged the healthy need for a bit of controlled release now and then. It was perfectly acceptable and nothing to be ashamed of.

She just…didn't do it that often.

In any case, she'd just need a few minutes of privacy and then she would be able to think much clearer. Just a few minutes alone in her bedroom and—

And Danielle was lying in the hall, right outside their room. Playing with a toy.

She had her back to Collette for now, which was good, but there was no way Collette would be able to get to their room without disturbing the playing dog. And if Danielle spotted her now, there would be no escape. Collette had no idea how she might convince Danielle to leave, but she'd die of embarrassment if she had to tell her sister the truth.

Just because there was nothing wrong with masturbating didn't mean she was comfortable talking about it.

She was still trying to come up with a plan when suddenly Danielle stood up, grabbing the multicoloured rope in her teeth. Terrified of being seen, Collette leapt into the nearest room without thinking, desperate to stay out of sight.

Listening carefully, she waited for the dooming sound of her sister's voice, of her footsteps running down the hall, but neither came. After a second, there was a light thump, and Collette risked a glance into the hall. Danielle had resettled again, only this time facing towards the stairs. She breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that she was sort of trapped now. Unless she wanted to take her chances sneaking back downstairs, there was no telling how long Danielle might be inadvertently blocking their room. Resolving to wait it out, at least for a while, Collette moved further away from the door and deeper into her chosen hiding place.

Which just happened to be Scamp and Angel's room.

She'd never spent much time in here, as she'd had no real reason to. Scamp had started sleeping here when Angel had arrived, and she'd always seen it as their private space. It was quaint, smaller than the room the three sisters still shared, but not unpleasantly so. There was a small bookshelf that stood against the wall facing the door, along with a window that brought in calm, natural light over a desk that Jim Dear occasionally used. Just off center of the room was Scamp and Angel's bed, along with a series of blanket and pillows that seemed to be strewn about and reorganised somewhat randomly. All in all, it was a cozy, inviting room.

Collette walked deeper into the space, lured by the peace and quiet. It smelled strongly of Scamp and Angel, though there were some unfamiliar scents, and Collette felt an odd flash of bitterness as she made out Annette scent in the mix as well.

At least she'd been telling the truth at breakfast.

Pushing that thought aside, Collette would've liked to just enjoy the warm, cozy environment, but with every passing moment, she was reminded why she'd come upstairs in the first place.

The fear of being caught by Danielle had initially cooled her urges, but now out of risk, they were flaming back up with a vengeance. She tried to distract herself; pacing around Scamp's room, peering out the window, and every so often she would peek out the door, hoping to see Danielle was gone.

No such luck.

To make things worse, no matter what she did to try to distract herself, after a minute or two her mind would wander back to the burning itch of her spade. The male scent of her brother permeating the room also wasn't doing her any favours, continually stirring up thoughts of him. Him and Annette, alone together in this room for hours, no one and nothing to disturb them, probably curled up together like a—

She shook her head firmly, shutting down that infuriating line of thinking. She needed to keep calm, getting riled up would only make it worse. Not wanting to disturb the room too much, she moved towards a corner where an old closet stood firmly shut. She lay down, breathing deeply. She just needed to be patient. Maybe she could get that nap in.

But the tranquility of the room proved to be a double-edged sword. It was so quiet and comforting that there was nothing to distract her from the incessant throbbing between her legs.

And then her mind came to a horrible idea. A horrible idea. An idea she absolutely couldn't act on.

There was no reason why she couldn't masturbate in here.

After all it was a private space, Scamp almost never used his room during the day. It would be so easy to do quickly, and no one would need to know. Maybe if she could just…

I can't possibly be actually considering this, she thought to herself.

For the next few minutes, she grappled with the idea. She went from utter certainty that she would never do such a thing, to considering it again only minutes later. She paced about the room, checking on Danielle, pacing again, all the while growing more and more frantic.

Until finally, she moved over to the far wall, most out of sight from the door. Her body winning out over her logic.

Still in disbelief that she was actually doing this, Collette reoriented herself. She lay back against the wall, her heart racing from one of the most inappropriate ideas she'd ever had.

It'll just be light and quick. She reassured herself, even as her paws trembled with fear and exhilaration. Just enough to get back under control. No one will ever have to know.

Besides, Collette had always disliked masturbating, anyways. It always felt awkward and ungraceful; the risk of getting caught usually making it more stressful than it was worth. Sex to Collette was always more about the romance anyways. She longed for a strapping male to sweep her off her feet, someone she could trust to care for her and their pups.

In truth, she sometimes longed for motherhood, though she would never admit it to anyone.

Compared to all that, pawing awkwardly at her privates seemed to be more like scratching at a bug bite, than anything. Short-term gratification at best.

And she was sure this would be no different. Just a quick, little, forgettable moment to herself that—

“Oohhh_~"_

She brushed her paw across the folds of her hot, sticky vulva; barely caressing her outer lips, and she moaned involuntarily as her whole body shuddered, suddenly wracked with absurd pleasure.

She slid lower to the floor, spreading her hindlegs ever so slightly as she rubbed leisurely circles around the edges of puffy mound, and she barely managed to stifle a second gasp at the cool sensation of her paw. Each touch sent shivers racing through her, and it was an immense effort to keep quiet as she touched herself. She pulled gently at the folds of her labia, lightly spreading her sensitive entrance to the open air. She tugged at the soft lips of her puffy slit, and it was almost too much, part of her wanting to flinch away from the overwhelming sensations.

But each shudder of pleasure spurred her on, pulling her deeper and deeper.

Her paw was quickly soaked in her dripping need as she pressed and rubbed against her fiery spade, cooing and whimpering in spite of herself. She pressed a paw-toe into the depths of her pussy, and the electrifying sensation made her clench involuntarily.

“_Sca—_hh!!"

Startled by her voice, she was immediately ripped back to her senses and froze. A chill raced through her as she glanced at the door, fear and doubt rushing in.

Don't say it, don't think it, don't feel it.

Surely this wasn't right. Someone would find her here. Her tiredness or her bad mood must've inhibited her judgement. Masturbating in her brother's room was completely unacceptable. She needed to stop. She needed to walk away.

But even as she thought this, Collette felt her sex clench tighter, and as no one interrupted her, she quickly found herself stroking again.

Going harder. Faster. Deeper.

She couldn't stop.

I just need to finish. She thought as she began to paw-fuck herself. The faster I get myself together the faster I can move on. The faster I can forget about ever touching myself in Scamp's…

Her sex gripped hard around her paw at the thought of him, the rest of the thought going hazy as new waves of pleasure seized her. Suddenly, her brother was all she could think about. He was everywhere in the room. She saw him cuddled up in the blankets, or lounging by the window, his fur shimmering and sun-kissed.

Don't say it, don't think it, don't feel it.

Her body twisted slightly as she pushed her paw-toes deeper into her depths, grinding against the burning heat of her inner flesh. She felt her walls clench and squeeze hungrily, and her hips began to hump into her own paw. She tried to shut her eyes, but that only made the fantasies more vivid, more intense. Now she saw that predatory stare, that gaze that seemed to urge her on, to draw her in.

Don't say it, don't think it, don't feel it.

To claim. To devour.

Don't say it, don't think it, don't feel it.

By now her love nectar had soaked into her fur, dripping lewdly onto the floor, and the heady scent of her own desperation reached her nose. A small, quiet part of her mind still warned about the risk of getting caught, but the sweet and musky scent of her heat-fueled lust made all those thoughts go fuzzy, deteriorating her last bits of self-control.

Don't say it. Don't think it.

Collette writhed openly now as she tried to get the best access to her aching cunt. She thrust her hips as wide as she could, whimpering impatiently as she twisted herself onto her back. The new position granted better access to her molten entrance, and she thrust both paws towards her swollen mound, all sense of delicacy or subtlety abandoned.

Don't say it.

Don't—

“Scamp."

She gasped his name almost subconsciously as she pressed one paw at the edge of her slit, trying to spread herself for better access. She thrust her other paw back into the depths of her pussy, her movements becoming more and more frantic, pushing deeper, harder with each second. The dull prick of her claws scratched at the edges of her vulva, and she rocked her hips shamelessly, squirming and writhing on the floor.

Her entire body was burning for release as she pawed herself off, focused on nothing other than chasing that release, her need to cum.

“Scamp Scamp Scamp ScampScampscampscamp_._"

Finally, she pressed against her clit, her whole body arching with need, and as it did she titled her head back, inadvertently resting it against one of the stray blankets from her brother's bed.

She breathed in the strong, masculine smell of him and came so hard she saw stars.

Her whole body seized with wild animalistic bliss, and her pussy gushed, clamping down against her paws, as she just barely managed to stifle her scream. At the same time, she continued to work furiously, mindlessly rubbing at her trembling sex, doing anything she could to extend the pleasure as long as possible.

Finally, when the waves of pleasure began to subside, and all of her of her muscles began to relax, she slumped down to on her side, panting. After a minute, she dragged herself to rest more fully on the rogue blanket. Basking in the strongest afterglow of her life, and surrounded by the presence of her brother, Collette's mind wandered around various memories of him. There was nothing particularly special about these memories, but something about them made her chest feel tight and warm.

Somewhere in her head, she knew her heat would still be a nuisance. She knew she'd probably feel horrible about this once she'd snapped out of it, but right then she couldn't bring herself to care. In that moment, feelings as cozy and satisfied as she was, she couldn't bring herself to do much of anything.

Except, maybe finally take a nap.

***

The rest of the day was a bizarre mix of frustration and…normalcy.

Collette had been utterly mortified when she'd woken up. With her heat temporarily sated, all of her usual reasoning had set in, and she'd immediately wanted to bury herself in a hole. After a few minutes of quiet panic, though, she'd somehow managed to calm herself down a little and clean up Scamp's room.

She just hoped he wouldn't notice one less blanket.

From there, she decided she just needed to put the whole ordeal behind her. Sure, she'd broken her rule, she had slipped up, but she couldn't fix that now. For better or worse, she was feeling a lot better, and she was reasonably confident she could be calm and amicable for the rest of day. Plus, it seemed like no one had even noticed her sleeping in Scamp's room, which gave her another boost in confidence.

She just needed to put the whole morning behind her. She told herself that at least for today, she didn't need to figure everything out; she just needed to let go and start fresh.

Initially, everything seemed to be going surprisingly well. Scamp was around a lot more, and the four siblings spent most of the afternoon together. Annette was amicable and relaxed, and Collette couldn't remember the last time they had all gotten along so well together. On top of that, Scamp seemed to find the time and energy for each his sisters individually. He matched Danielle's boundless energy, went toe-to-toe with Annette's sarcasm, and still found the time to share a quiet moment with Collette.

Which made it all the worse when Collette couldn't keep her cool.

Because for all her careful planning and self-reassurances, as soon as she was alone with Scamp, her whole body seemed to develop a mind of its own.

Her heart started to flutter, and all of her normal eloquence and grace completely abandoned her. She tripped over her words and just couldn't seem to relax. There was something about the way he carried himself now, that strange confidence or boldness, that just made her feel self-conscious and klutzy.

Scamp took all of her awkwardness in stride, but the experience left her embarrassed and irritated. It was rare that she ever got Scamp all to herself, so why did she have to mess up her big chance?

Thankfully, that was the only other incident of the day, but the incident stuck with her, and Collette swore to herself that things would all make more sense tomorrow. She just needed to cool off, to have a full reset, and to take a step back. She just needed to regain her composure and her rationality.

With a good night's sleep, tomorrow would be more normal.

** …**

** …**

** CRASH!**

The crack of thunder held Collette firmly burrowed under her blankets. She had been startled awake shortly after falling asleep and had been hoping that the storm would pass over quickly, or at least not be too severe.

CRASH!

She whimpered pitifully as the sound reverberated through her body, and she squeezed her eyes shut, as if she could hide from the noise. She'd always been scared of thunderstorms. Even as she'd gotten older, it had remained one of her few irrational fears. Peaking out to glance at her sisters, she felt a brief wave of bitterness to see them both asleep. Simultaneously envious and incredulous at how they managed to ignore it.

This is ridiculous. She thought, tentatively crawling out from her mess of blankets. There's nothing to be scared of. Even if I can't ignore it, I can still lie here calmly, and eventually it will go away.

CRASH!

“Eeep!"

She covered her face with her paws, cowering and fully wishing she hadn't just come out from under her cover. She knew it wasn't logical. She knew it was ridiculous. But all the same she was on the verge of full-blown panic, her breath coming in quick gasps.

“Collette?" A voice called quietly from the hallway.

She peeked out through her paws to peer in the direction of the door, where she saw her brother leaning in tentatively.

“You alright?" he whispered.

She considered how to answer. A part of her thought to put on a brave face, to pull herself together so as to not seem childish. But at the same time, she really didn't want him to leave.

“Umm,"

CRASH!

She leapt out of her bed, barreling towards him so fast that she almost brought them both tumbling over when they collided. She buried her head against his chest, quivering against him.

“Really coming down, isn't it?" He rumbled softly.

Collette nodded, and gave a weak laugh at his understatement, but it came out as a sniffle, and suddenly she was fighting back tears.

“Shhh. Shh. It's okay. It's okay, I'm here," Scamp said. They both just stood there for a while, and the thunder continued to rumble softly outside.

“Can we move towards my room?" He asked during a lull in the noise. “Unless you'd prefer to stand in the hall all night."

Collette managed the laugh this time, nodding again in agreement, and the two of them began shuffling down the hall. They moved slow because Collette refused to not physically lean against Scamp for support.

It wasn't far to Scamp's room at all, but in the moment, it felt like the longest hallway in the world. By the time they were finally inside, it had been a few minutes since any strong thunder, and Collette was hopeful that the worst of it was over.

Scamp moved over to his bed, and Collette curled up next to him, the two of them laying there, listening to the patter of rainfall. If Scamp had any objections to Collette sticking by him, he said nothing. There was still the occasional rumble of thunder, and each time Collette would tense up, but then Scamp would sooth her with soft reassurances. She focused on the repetition of his voice, felt the steady beating of his heart against the erratic pace of her own. Breathing deeply, she tucked herself against him and slowly managed to come down from her panic.

“Feeling a little better now?" Scamp asked after a while.

“Y-yes, I think so." Collette replied.

“Good." She couldn't see his expression, but when he spoke again, he sounded a bit incredulous. “I was wondering if anyone could manage to sleep through that kind of noise, but apparently the other two are built of stronger stuff than us."

She shifted to try and look at him. “You couldn't sleep either?"

He smiled. “Yeah. I was just gonna wait it out, but I'm glad I checked in on you guys." he paused. “I guess you're still as afraid of thunderstorms as you were when we were younger, eh?"

She tried to perk herself up, twisting to face him, and was only partially successful. “I-I think I'm quite a bit better than I used to be."

He flashed her a doubtful expression, but only for a moment. “Well, that's good then. Angel has never been good with them either, so I guess…well, I'm sorry I never asked how you were doing."

For some reason, the thought of Angel sent a wave of discomfort through Collette. She realized that she and Scamp had probably done this countless times. Cuddled together on their bed, just like this, with Scamp whispering her soft words of comfort.

Don't say it, don't think it, don't feel it.

“Hard to believe everyone gets back tomorrow," Scamp said, pulling her from her thoughts. “The days have really flown by."

“Yes," Collette replied as she settled back against him, and she realized with an unexpected sadness that the days had completely slipped her mind. “I suppose so."

Scamp didn't say anything, but he must've caught the hesitation in her voice, because she could feel his eyes on her, contemplating.

Eventually, his voice came softly. “Is everything alright, Collette?"

Normally, Collette would simply shrug it off. No need to bother Scamp with the irrelevant little things weighing her down. Besides, she wasn't even sure why she was sad in the first place.

But whether it was the storm, or the way they were snuggled so closely together, she just couldn't bring herself to lie.

“I…well,"

She took a breath, trying to compose her thoughts. She pulled away from him a little, spinning around so they were face to face.

It was his concerned expression that finally made her speak.

“I just…I sort of let the week slip by without noticing, I guess. I just realized that there wouldn't be more opportunities like today."

“Like today?"

“How we all hung out together today. The four of us. As well as opportunities for things like, well, like this. Minus the storm."

He smiled encouragingly at her.

“We don't often get moments like this." She continued, feeling bolder. “One-on-one, just the two of us. Because normally you're basically always off without us, completely preoccupied with—"

She gasped, catching herself being brutally honest and recognizing just how rude she was being, but Scamp had already caught on.

“Preoccupied with Angel," He finished.

Collette immediately felt horrible. How could she say something so stupid and selfish? She was practically saying she wished Angel wasn't around right to Scamp's face. How could she let it come out like that? How could she let it come out at all?

She quickly tried to backtrack. “I'm so sorry, that sounded so awful. Of course you'd spend time with her, she's your mate. I didn't mean that at all. Forget I even brought it up. It's not that I—"

“Firstly," he said, cutting her off firmly but gently. “I happen to quite love little moments like this, too, and I'm sorry I didn't make more time for us previously this week."

Collette firmly ignored the way that “time for us" sent a warmth through her, and she tried not to fidget while she waited for him to continue.

“Second of all." He paused, leaning over closer to her, like he was sharing a secret.

“You don't have to do anything special to get me alone, you know. All you'd ever have to do is ask."

She scoffed lightly and waited for him to laugh as well, but he simply looked at her with a genuineness that all but stopped her in her tracks. The moment stretched on, and his eyes firmly held her gaze, making sure that his words sank in. It should've been uncomfortable, but Collette's body was suddenly alight, and she was infinitely more aware of the twinge of her heat between her legs.

When he spoke again, his tone was empathetic but still full of certainty. "You're allowed to want things, Collette. Don't always feel the need to sacrifice your pleasure for others, or for decorum's sake."

Before she could respond, he stood up, closing the distance between them and suddenly looming over her. Those glittering eyes pierced into her. A lazy grin appearing on his features.

She prayed he couldn't hear how hard her heart was pounding in her chest.

He leaned in, his voice a low rumble in her ear. “I've realized recently that there's a lot of things that I want."

Again, the moment lengthened, and Collette became deeply, painfully aware of two things.

One, just how badly her heat was raging rebelliously through her, a burning, pounding, molten fire between her legs that threatened to consume her.

Two, just how close Scamp's face was to hers. That patient, handsome face. She glanced at his mouth, a feral hunger coming over her. It would be so easy to just lean forward, to tilt slightly upward and close that distance. To k—

CRASH!

The storm returned for an unexpected encore, and Collette instinctually lunged back towards her brother, basically headbutting him and sending the two of them toppling from the force of the collision. Rolling amidst Scamp's mess of blankets, the pair eventually collapsed in a tangle, coming to lie face to face.

With Collette fully straddling her brother.

For a second, there was only the sound of rainfall. But then Scamp's voice came gently from underneath her.

“Well, if this is you 'doing better,' then I must say I'm glad I don't remember how bad it was before."

His comment broke the tension, and Collette worked to untangle herself from her brother. She tried to put on a brave face, but when she spoke, the tremble in her voice still betrayed her. “J-just caught me by surprise, is-s all. Are you alright?"

Scamp gently rubbed his face but quickly rolled over to face her. He smiled. “I think I'll survive."

Only a touch humiliated, Collette lay back down beside her brother, resting her face against the bedding. The reality was, there were two reasons she was so shaky. The first was the thunder, but the other was the dangerous thoughts she'd been having just an instant before.

Don't say it, don't think it, don't feel it.

Don't say it, don't think it, don't feel it.

She tried to breathe deeply to calm herself back down, but as she did so, with her nose half pressed into one of Scamp's blankets, the potent scent of him flashed her right back to earlier that day.

When she'd lay in this very room, cumming all over the floor.

And just like that the thunderstorm was very far from her mind.

She couldn't help glancing towards the corner of the room, the place where she had lay splayed out only hours ago. Had Scamp noticed the missing blanket? He hadn't said anything, so the best thing she could do was play it off.

Still, as she remembered her own sexual debauchery, the current situation shifted drastically in her mind. Her heat resurged to the forefront of her thoughts, sending shivers through her even as she tried to shut down the memories. Once again, she noted how close Scamp was to her, how they lay together, in the bed he shared with his mate, and she couldn't help taking in the softness of his features, appreciating the vulnerable compassion he felt for her.

And for just an instant, she was simply female in heat, laying right next to a loving, caring male.

You're allowed to want things.

Her body was screaming at her. She couldn't even hear the rain anymore, drowned out by the increasing volume of her blood pumping in her ears. Everything around them seemed to fade out as the moment drew on.

I've realized recently that there's a lot of things that I want.

“Collette?"

But obviously, he couldn't mean…there was no way he could even know about that. He was just trying to help her be less stressed.

“Collette?"

Sure, one could argue there was something sexual in the recent looks he'd been giving her, and sure his words could be interpreted in that way, but that didn't mean anything. It couldn't possibly be that Scamp was interested in her like that. That would be wrong. And he had Angel, for goodness' sake. Besides, they were siblings! They could never—

“Collette!"

She startled out of her thought spiral, not even realizing she'd completely checked out. She scrambled up as a result, but when she swung her legs out to find ground, one of her forepaws landed right directly on her brother's throat.

“Gak!"

Scamp instinctually twisted, and the two of them scrabbled awkwardly to their feet.

“Scamp! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?"

Don't say it! Don't think it! Don't feel it!!!

Scamp coughed lightly, clearing his throat, but the cough quickly turned to a groaning laugh. “There wasn't even any thunder that time."

And perhaps it was due to the mix of stress and confusion and overwhelming emotions Collette was feeling, or just the sheer comical nature of their situation, but Collette just couldn't help but laugh. It was a building, bubbling laugh that mounted as it went, and before long Scamp was laughing too. In no time at all the two of them were giggling furiously, all of the tension and anxiety boiling over, spiling out into a well-needed release.

By the time the two of them wound down, the storm had well and truly settled. The rain was coming down much softer on the roof, and Collette felt much more like herself again.

“Well," Collette started, taking one final steadying breath. “I suppose I can head back to my own room now."

But now it was Scamp who hesitated for a moment, before replying. “Yeah. I guess so."

She cocked her head. “You don't sound confident."

He cracked a smirk. “No, I mean, you definitely can go now. I just…You don't need to, is what I was getting at."

“Oh." Collette wasn't sure what to make of the offer. She'd never really considered sleeping in Scamp's room—at least not intentionally—because it just wasn't really her space.

But at the same time, she couldn't think of a reason why she shouldn't. She doubted Annette would have a problem with it.

“And I mean," Scamp said, his eyes gazing upward as he took on a conspiratorial tone, “You never know, the storm could come back later."

She cocked an eyebrow, unconvinced by his sudden thoughtfulness. Still, she decided to play along. “Oh?"

“And in that case, it would be foolish not to stay."

She stifled a laugh at his obvious performance, even as she felt herself relaxing. “Well, I guess it would save the trouble of rushing back over here."

“Of course. So, you staying would be a purely logical decision, really."

She made an expression like she was considering it. “When you put it like that…I guess I have stay, don't I?"

The two of them grinned at the shared charade, and Scamp slid himself over, offering her a place back beside him.

Here Collette hesitated, aware of the still consistent pulse of her sex. She felt reasonably in control sure, but it was still very much present. And there was a major difference between sleeping in Scamp's room, and…this. But she'd already agreed to it, and she wasn't about to walk it back now.

Besides, there was nothing wrong with cuddling up to him.

It would only be weird if she made it weird.

And so, setting her jaw, Collette moved over to the space he had cleared, and curled up, pressing herself lightly against him.

“Are you comfortable?" she asked.

“Hang on," he said, before pulling himself up close, practically wrapping around her as he spread himself out. her heart quickened a little as she felt his body pull against hers, his head resting against her ear. In this new position, she could feel their difference in size, the way he folded over her, surrounding her with his protective warmth. She could hear the gentle sound of his breathing, feel the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest behind her, as well as that steady, soothing beat of his heart.

Don't say it, don't think it, don't feel it.

“How's that?" he asked, his voice a soft rumble.

It took considerable effort to keep her voice even. “Good."

He hummed a contented response, which she felt as much as heard.

Truthfully, Collette still struggled not to grapple with the reality of their situation, her mind unhelpfully reminding her that she probably lay exactly in Angel's place. This, along with the complexity of the never-ending day's events, made it impossible to not worry about what she was doing. It was irresponsible to do this while in heat. Especially one as unpredictable as this had been.

And yet, as Scamp's breathing slowed to the steady pattern of sleep, she found herself snuggling deeper into his embrace, pressing herself into the crook of his body. She savoured her small act of selfishness. Unlike her previous decisions today, this was harmless. It had to be.

And thankfully, before her body could prove her wrong, the long day and even longer night finally caught up to her, and the soothing environment proved too much.

By the time her eyes fluttered shut, she was asleep.

***

“Shhh. Are you trying to wake her?"

“Oh come on, she's obviously out like a light. There's—mmhhhppf—no way she's going to wake up now."

Collette stirred at the sound of muffled voices. As she cracked her eyes open, she noticed the unfamiliarity of the bed she was in. It took her a minute to piece together where she was, the previous night coming back to her slowly.

Scamp's room. Right.

She also noticed that she was alone in the bed.

“Please, you just like the risk of it. I'm starting to think you want us to get caught."

She was still trying to make sense of the voices she was hearing, when she stretched out, rolling over involuntarily, and the room went utterly silent. The spike of tension was like a splash of cold water, and without fully knowing why, Collette quickly shut her eyes, feigning being asleep. Her mind now focused and wide awake.

After a minute the noise resumed; a soft, wet rhythm along with stifled grunting and whimpering. Without moving, she slowly peeked and squinted her eyes. She tried to subtly get them to clear, willing them to focus, to try to get a better look at the two dogs across the room from her.

The female voice scoffed, but it was quieter now. “You're one to talk about risk. You're the one who mounted me only a few feet from her."

That was Annette, Collette was sure of it, but she struggled to wrap her head around the implication of her words. Taking more of a risk, she opened her eyes a little wider, still trying to blink the sleep out of them.

“Fair enough. But can you really blame me? Collette was practically dripping last night; her scent was so pungent I thought I might go crazy."

The floor dropped from under her, her mind in freefall even as her body lit up with icy fire.

It couldn't be.

“Ooh! Poor puppy, you needed to take out all your pent-up energy on my needy cunt?"

“Haah, well it's not like you didn't come in here hoping for it!"

The noises got louder then, and Collette took the moment to finally get a good look at the two dogs in front of her. To confirm what she'd already figured out but couldn't believe.

She just barely managed to stifling her gasp.

Scamp stood with his forelegs wrapped around Annette's waist, rutting into her like there was no tomorrow. Annette's legs were spread wide, and she was bracing back against him with each push, the two of them working in a seemingly comfortable, almost casual rhythm.

They were facing the door, thankfully angled away from Collette, but this also meant that she had a clear view of Scamp's glistening red member each time he thrust into his sister's slit.

Her siblings were having sex. Right in front of her.

“Fuck me Scamp! Knot me with that perfect, irresistible cock!"

Unable to look away, Collette watched as Scamp pulled his hips back, revealing his full, wet prick to the open air, before he slammed against her hips, and Annette yelped softly as he hilted himself all the way inside.

Collette's own body flinched involuntarily in response, and a flare of need shot through her.

She caught the scent of her siblings' lovemaking, and it only fueled the traitorous, molten fire that burned between her legs. Her heart thundered so fast she thought it might explode out of her chest, and she tried desperately to keep from blowing her cover, focusing fully on keeping her breathing steady and even.

Scamp's movement slowed to a gentler pace as the two of them held together, trembling and huffing in pleasure. Collette forced her eyes shut then; her whole body coiled to the point of snapping.

Don't say it, don't think it, don't feel it.

Don't say it, don't think it, don't feel it.

She heard Scamp's ragged voice after a minute. “hhaahh, you're…insatiable."

Annette giggled. “Well pardon me for trying to get one more morning in."

Collette tried to shut out their conversation, desperate to not hear, desperate to wrestle herself back under control. Her mind was a raging storm of conflicting thoughts and feelings, and fiery emotion and feral mating instincts rampaged through her body, making even simple thoughts difficult.

Don't say it, don't think it, don't feel it.

Don't say it, don't think it, don't feel it.

Don't say it, don't think it, don't feel it.

She just needed to figure out what to do. She just need a plan for the moment. It made no sense to reveal herself now, she rationalized, as she had no idea what she would say or do, even if she did.

Other than something colossally stupid.

It would be better, she reasoned, to wait them out…and keep watching. Just to gain as much information as she could. Before deciding what to do with it.

Perfectly logical.

By the time she felt mostly in control, and confident she could handle it, she'd almost convinced herself that that really was the reason she wanted to keep watching.

She had no idea how much time had passed, but when she opened her eyes again, the two of them were straddling one another, their muzzles buried between each other's legs.

Scamp licked deeply into Annette's sex, his tongue clawing, scraping at her depths, and his snout spread apart her glistening lips, brushing against her folds with each press of his mouth.

Annette lapped gently along Scamp's member, smaller now than it had been earlier. “Mmmm," she moaned into his groin. “Are you enjoying eating your cum out of your sister's pussy? U-ooh-sually I'm the one left to clean up."

In response, Scamp only buried his snout deeper inside Annette's depths, causing her to let out a kind of girlish giggle that Collette had never heard her make before.

“C-Careful! Or you'll make me…Oh, yes right there! Yes yes! Yes! Right! Fuckkkk."

Scamp continued right through her climax, lapping at her even as her body tensed and quivered.

Collette clenched her jaw so hard she thought she might crack a tooth.

“Mmm," Scamp rumbled when he finally pulled back, licking at his wetted face. “I'll never get tired of hearing that."

Annette's whole body slumped, and she took a few recovering breaths before pulling herself up off Scamp. “Not fairrr." She stumbled around slowly to face him. “Now you're a mess."

She leaned down to him and began to slowly lick at his face. Scamp's eyes closed, and for a minute neither of them said anything. Before long, Scamp pulled Annette into a soft kiss, and the two of them held there in an intimate, tender embrace.

Collette shut her eyes again as she felt a very different sharpness in her chest. As the gentle silence stretched out, she swallowed down her swelling anger, now just wishing that the two of them would leave. All the same, she couldn't help but notice the soft warmth in Scamp's voice when he spoke next. “I guess I also just wanted to savour this final morning to the fullest."

Annette's response came out muffled, like she was pressed against him. “I know. I'll miss this too, even with everything in mind, these mornings…they've been really special."

Silence fell again over the room, and it lasted long enough that Collette was about to risk peeking just to see what was happening, but then she heard the rustling of them rising to their feet.

“Well, with any luck, we'll have something similar to this soon," Scamp said, his tone suddenly upbeat, though still hushed. “In the meantime, though, we should probably get out of here. We're getting closer to breakfast, and I think we've pushed our luck far enough."

Collette heard her sister sigh, but when she spoke, her tone had shifted as well. Suddenly, she was the sarcastic, aloof sister Collette expected. “Alright alright, fair enough. Today is a big day after all."

Collette listened as the two of them padded out into the hall and down the stairs. Waiting an extra minute before peeking her eyes tentatively to confirm their departure.

She was alone.

She heaved a huge sigh of relief, before violently flailing her whole body, trying to let out as much of the rampant energy as possible.

It all made sense now. Annette's mood shifts, the way the two of them had been tied at the hip recently, everything added up to something Collette never would've considered.

And something she was still struggling to fully believe.

Scamp had mated with Annette.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to laugh. Part of her wanted to cry.

But she knew that none of those things would change it, and she couldn't just thrash about in bed forever.

Eventually, half on autopilot, she got up and prepared to go downstairs for breakfast. She had no idea what she was going to do, or how she would face the two of them, but she needed to try to act normal. At the very least, she needed to put one paw in front of the other.

Even if she couldn't shake the boiling, twisting roar of sensation beneath her skin. Even if her body screamed with desire and confusion and frustration. Even if her whole world had been shifted on its axis in an instant.

***

The entire morning was a blur to Collette.

She felt almost like she was dreaming, spaced out and unable to focus on any one present moment. She was happy to see her parents when they got home, and she did her best to put on a normal face.

But everything felt off.

Even as Scamp reunited with Angel, as Annette slid back to her normal place next to Collette and Danielle, as everything seemed to fall back into familiar routine, everything felt different. Like it was only being held together by a veneer of normalcy.

_ I've realized recently that there's a lot of things that I want._

Scamp's words to her echoed in her head, and the visions of him and Annette ran on repeat in her mind. As a result, despite her best efforts, she could hardly manage to look at Scamp or Annette, let alone speak to them.

The way he had pounded into her, the soft kisses, his tongue cleaving into her—

Don't say it, don't think it, don't feel it.

She banished the thoughts as best as she could, but they twisted and blended with her own recent experiences with him, transforming into an infuriating montage. She was unravelling.

Don't say it, don't think it, don't feel it.

Until now, sex had always been a distant concept, something she'd firmly tried to avoid thinking about ever since they'd snooped on Scamp and Angel all those years ago. If sex was something foreign and distant, something mates in love did in private, she could keep it at bay.

She could keep her desires in control.

But now she'd seen its intimacy, its passion, its scent, and all of it lingered in her mind. Igniting the pulsing, shivering frenzy that resonated from between her legs.

And all of it was tied back to Scamp.

Only yesterday, she would've shut all this down as completely unacceptable. She'd spent years covering up and suppressing her secret. Developing a system to keep her thoughts clear and focused, hiding any trace of the fact that she…that she…

That she had feelings for Scamp.

She'd tried for so long to bury any of these unacceptable desires. As he'd grown into such a lovely young male, she'd fought against herself every step of the way, always doing what was “right." Because even if she did have a crush on Scamp, she'd thought, it didn't matter. It was nothing but a stupid complication. A problem to be solved. And that was that.

Don't say it. Don't think it. Don't feel it. Simple.

But then Annette had to go and fuck their brother right in front of her and blow all of that to smithereens.

She should've been aghast. She should've been devastated that her sibling would do that, that Scamp would do that to Angel. She should've felt all this and more.

Instead, she couldn't stop the wave of bitterness as she watch him whisper in Angel's ear, watching as her face flushed and she nudged him playfully, and his eyes glittered with that same mischief that she'd seen increasingly over the past few days. Now there was a tiny, persistent, little voice in her head, whispering:

If she can have him, why can't you?

You don't have to do anything special to get my attention.

She growled at herself, furious at the roiling storm of her thoughts. She could have kissed him yesterday, but she hadn't. Would he have liked it? The idea had mortified her at the time, but the more she thought about it, the more it seemed like he'd wanted something like that to happen.

He mind rewrote and rethought the previous day's events over and over and over.

Was that what he'd been hinting at? Pushing towards? Or was she just projecting? Was she being obtuse? Or way overthinking it?

How was she supposed to think when her pussy was on goddamn fire!?

By the early afternoon, Collette hung in an infuriating limbo. On the one paw, she wanted nothing more than to sneak away and plunge her paw into her scorching mound, to rub herself into pleasure filled stupor, just to get some release. Just to try and make her mind go quiet. But on the other, her persistent, pesky logic also knew that that was one of the things that had gotten her here in the first place.

Still, she needed to do something, or else all of the emotions and tension and molten fire boiling under her skin would explode. She felt like she was about to snap, her body throbbing so intensely that she could hardly focus.

And it was just at that moment when she thought she might just scream, that Annette suddenly came trotting up intently.

“Ah, Collette, there you are. I've been looking for you everywhere."

“I've been…around," Collette replied as calmly as she could.

“Is something bothering you?" Annette asked.

Though she wanted to snap at her, there was a genuineness in Annette's voice that caught Collette off guard and gave her pause. In that instant, she wondered what might happen is she was honest and just spilled everything to Annette. Would she understand?

Instead, she simply grimaced at her sister. “…Is it that obvious?"

Annette smiled. “A little. But I've also got a fair bit of experience with…bad moods."

Collette couldn't help but smirk at the comment.

“And I know I've definitely never been the best at talking about it, so I don't blame you if you want to keep this to yourself but…I learned recently just how much better it is to act than to just sit back and supress yourself."

For the first time that day, Collette really looked at her sister. She put aside all the frustration and suspicion and bitterness and really looked.

She seemed contented. At ease. Relaxed.

She looked…happy.

“I spent a long time taking my misplaced feelings out on everyone else, and, well, you obviously know how well that was working out."

Realization rushed through Collette as she considered the past years, at everything she'd chalked up to “Annette being Annette." Had she also felt this way about Scamp for a long time? Had they both been smothering their desires, pressing down these feelings out of fear or obligation?

“And I'm really sorry for all of that, Collette but I just want you to know," she continued. “No matter what you choose to do, I'll never judge you for chasing after what you want. I don't think any of us would."

“I…um"

Collette was still reeling from everything her sister had said, and everything it implied, but Annette just smiled warmly, and in spite of everything, Collette felt some tension inside her lessen. “Right. Well. Thank you, Annette."

Annette let the silence sit between them for awhile, until she seemed satisfied, and got up to leave again.

“Oh, and Collette?"

“Hmm?"

For a moment, it looked like Annette had thought better of it, but she suddenly darted forward, whispering in Collette's ear.

“He's waiting for you in the backyard, where the two of you can be alone, undisturbed."

“W-what?"

But with that, she flashed a final smile and quickly trotted off.

***

Any tiny feeling of calm Collette might've felt was ripped away as fast as it had appeared. Tension officially un-lessened.

He's waiting? Right now? For what? It couldn't be…

She told herself that it was probably nothing. She'd probably just been so obviously put-off this morning that Scamp wanted to talk to her. Just to make sure she was alright. Nice and normal.

But that didn't explain why Annette had been so cryptic, nor Scamp's behaviour the past few days. And nothing about what she'd seen that morning had been normal.

And without even realizing, she was already moving towards the backdoor.

It was like she was in a daze, disconnected from her own body. Her heart thundered in her chest, and she had no idea whether it was from terror or excitement. She could still list all of the better options or more reasonable solutions in her head. She could tell herself what a bad idea this was.

But it was a losing battle. She knew what was rational and what was logical and all such things, but she couldn't stop from wanting, wishing, hoping.

That she might be able to be with him.

True to Annette's word, Scamp was waiting just out of sight. He perked up when he saw her and stood up from where he lay waiting.

“Hey. I wasn't sure you were going to show up."

“I-" Collette was surprised by the sound of her own voice, cracked and wavering. She tried again. “Well, here I am. What would you like?"

He narrowed his eyes, and they absolutely sparkled with mischief. “Have you thought about what I said?"

She tried furiously to stop herself from shaking. Her mind reeled through all of the different things he'd said over the past day or so. “W-What do you mean?"

He closed the distance between them, and her jittery, heat-soaked brain couldn't help pointing out how handsome he was. Had always been.

“You know, about the things you want." His eyes held hers, but occasionally they flicked lower. Taking her in. “What is it you want, Collette?"

She could hardly breathe. Everything all boiled down to that one question. A question she'd done everything she could to avoid answering. She could still feel her mantra on the tip of her tongue.

She couldn't meet his gaze, her paws fidgeting in the grass. “I can't have what I want," she said finally.

For all of his confidence, this seemed like an answer he genuinely wasn't expecting. “Oh? And why is that?"

For all her resistance, at this point she couldn't manage to come up with a reason. Every argument she'd told herself, and relied upon over the years had been broken down over the past 24 hours.

He came closer, hovering over her.

I've realized recently that there's a lot of things that I want.

“We shouldn't…it's wrong…" she said feebly.

He lowered his head, resting it against the nape of her neck. The contact made her shiver. “Are you sure?"

There were a number of things she could've said. She could've said Angel was reason enough. Or that they were siblings, or any other sensible response to this situation. But her whole body was on fire. Everything was screaming at her to give in, and she was just so tired. Tired of fighting. Tired of resisting.

Couldn't she just once have what she'd always wanted?

His mouth was practically brushing against hers now, and Collette shut her eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

But then, he spoke. “So, Collette. What is it that you want?"

All you ever have to do is ask.

Her voice was hardly a whisper, but it fluttered out before she even knew it.

“You. I want you."

For a second or an hour or an eternity there was only this. This one terrifying act of bravery or stupidity. A chasm of silence sat between them and Collette felt like the weight of the situation might just crush her.

And then, Scamp kissed her.

It was sweet and delicate and addicting and tentative and hungry all at once. When Collette began to kiss him back, Scamp got bolder. Her body seared with electricity as he moved with increased confidence and precision. Sliding his tongue along hers, he invited her into his mouth, even as he explored her own.

Collette didn't even notice they'd been moving backwards until she brushed up against the trunk of the tree.

They were both panting as they came up for air, and without a word, Scamp helped her onto her back. Collette took a second to get comfortable in the grass, and she drank in the lust and affection, the warmth and danger she saw in her brother eyes as he stood over her.

And then he was on her again.

She arched towards him, but at the last second, he twisted slightly, pressing his muzzle against her cheek, her neck.

Tasting, kissing, claiming.

Each touch from him was undoing her. All of her longstanding layers of fear and anxiety were finally being stripped away. Each breath, each kiss, each touch from him unwinding all of her carefully constructed barriers and precautions. The dam had been broken at last, and she felt herself growing more confident with each passing moment.

“I need you, Scamp. I've wanted you for so long, I can't even remember. I hated how envious I was of Angel, and so I tried so hard to bury it down, but I—ah!"

He nipped possessively at her neck, and her words flittered away from her. He continued working along the length of her neck, lapping and nipping a trail downwards. His teeth grazed against her throat, and she let out a gasping moan, baring herself to him instinctually.

But now he was speaking too, and his voice vibrated into her fur. “I'm sorry it took me so long to realize." He stopped, looking up at her. “And I'm sorry for taunting and prodding at you for the past few days. I just needed to be sure, and…" He smiled a bit sheepishly. “Well, you're cute when you're flustered."

Collette blushed both at the compliment and at the reality of the confession. “W-what? How long did you know?"

“Well Annette certainly helped but," his smile took a devilish turn. “Did you think I couldn't smell the scent of you all over my room? The way you marked it with your heat?"

She started in surprise, awash with mortification. She started to explain herself, but Scamp cut her off.

His breath was hot against her fur. “Did you touch yourself to the thought of me? Did it help you to cum into my blankets?"

He worked his way down her body, across the soft fur of her chest, and Collette shivered and writhed helplessly under his ministrations.

“Did you pick one specifically? Huffing my scent as you rubbed your aching slit?"

She was suddenly glad to feel the grass on her back, something firm to ground her against the sensation of falling, sinking under her brother's physical and verbal onslaught.

“You probably lay there, with your head back and your hips spread wide, bucking into the air as your paw worked feverishly against your cunt."

She was drowning in the feeling of him, utterly overwhelmed yet still desperate for more, losing herself until all that she knew was the places where they touched. She fully gave herself over to his fantasy, his vulgar and passionate language driving her wild.

“Like you were toying with me. Begging me to take you."

She had no idea whether she was responding to him or just desperately urging him on as she replied. Whisper, chanting, “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes."

Her body was burning up, winding tighter and tighter, and she felt like she might combust at any moment. But everywhere he touched, every kiss cooled and soothed her scorching flesh. He brushed along her nipples and down her sensitive stomach, stopping just as he reach the apex of her thighs. She felt intensely vulnerable, so nervous, and yet so worshiped at the same time.

He met her eyes, and his voice was thicker and more gravely. “Did you enjoy watching me fuck Annette?"

Despite everything, his words were still a shock to her system, pulling her back into focus.

“What?!"

But then he brushed his tongue against her swollen entrance and obliterated any and all thoughts.

“Oh, fuck!!"

The sensation was unlike anything she could do with her paws, and her whole body seized as she came just from the sudden sensation against her mound. But even as the waves of pleasure washed over her, he continued pressing into her, tasting her slowly, pushing even as her pussy clenched down violently.

“Pleeeease, oh, fuck fuck fuck, Scamp yes, yessss."

He lapped at the love juices that dripped out of her. He moved in long strokes across the entirety of her molten vulva; kissing, stretching and exploring her slit as she quivered helplessly. She tried not to spasm, tried not to interrupt him, and she splayed her legs as best she could, trying to give him better access to her spade.

He laughed at her cursing, a rarity in any other circumstance. “You thought you were sneaky, didn't you?" He slowed down now, speaking between slow, long licks. “Did it replay in your head? The way we rutted like street dogs?"

The bristles of his fur tickled her sensitive flesh as he pressed forward, spreading her labia with his snout. The slow, persistent intensity of it was maddening, and Collette struggled to think through her first climax and her brother's continued efforts.

The words flowed out before she could think them, and if she had any shame left it was buried under the waves of pleasure. “Yessss. I—_mhmm—_I couldn't stop, aah! Thinking about it!"

He began licking faster, more urgently, and his tongue reached deeper than she had ever imagined, each push touching a new corner of her sex. Even as sensitive as she was, her inner walls pulled and squeezed at his tongue each time he cleaved deeper into her. Her body racked and shivered in pleasure, the last vestiges of her first orgasm twisting into these new waves of fiery bliss.

But she couldn't stop speaking. She couldn't stop bearing herself to him.

“I was confused and frustrated and jealous, but I couldn't stop picturing it. The way you held her, the way your two spoke to each other, the way you mated. It was all so wrong and yet I'd never wanted anything so much!"

Collette felt her climax start to build once again, and she tried to create as much contact as possible between them. Her hindlegs moved to press against Scamp's head, pulling him tighter against her puffy folds.

But right as she felt sure she would tip over the edge, He stopped abruptly. She was so lost in her need for release that it took her a minute to register, and she didn't even notice how hard she'd been holding him in place until she felt him gently trying to pull back.

She managed to relax her legs and glanced down to meet his gaze. He panted happily; his face practically drenched with her juices.

And then he stood up, and her eyes caught his fully erect, throbbing member dangling between his hindlegs.

“I'd say you're more than ready, then."

Practically entranced, Collette stumbled to her feet, unsteady on her legs as she stood. Still, she tried to splay out, flagging her small tail, and bending in what she hoped was a seductive pose.

She turned her head to look at him. “I'm all yours."

Fire burned suddenly in Scamp's eyes, and Collette twisted back around as she felt his forepaws wrap around her hips. She could feel the strength in his body, pulling her close to him, and she let out an inadvertent sigh of relief.

And then his warm cock kissed against her drenched swollen slit, grinding slowly. Intentionally.

“Are you sure?" Scamp's voice came again, thick with desire.

She'd never been so sure of anything. “Please."

She gasped as his tip spread her soft lips, pressing into her slowly, as Scamp strengthened his grip around her waist. She could feel him pushing into her, inch by inch, and her breath heaved at the feeling of incredible fullness that made all other experiences pale in comparison.

Scamp stopped only when his knot nudged against her sensitive entrance, and the two of them held there, in a strange but wonderful union.

“Fuck, you're tighter than Annette ever was."

Collette felt an immature surge of pride at her brother's comment, but she was too lost in the feeling of him to respond. The feeling of being utterly filled, the depths of her pussy being stretched and pressed by his throbbing cock.

And then he started moving.

It took her a minute to adjust, but he started slowly, thrusting his hips tentatively against her, and the feeling was beyond anything she could've imagined. The shocking emptiness of his withdrawal only to be pierced again, her pussy spread wide. The sheer pleasure and relief was enough to make her dizzy. There was a touch of pain, her walls stretching to accommodate him, but it only heightened the experience, the sharp edge to the bliss adding an addictive rush.

He began speeding up, and with each thrust the tip of his cock scraped into the depths of her cunt, finding new corners of her depths to alight with delirious pleasure. Each strike rocked through her body, singing with the joy of having that instinctual itch scratched.

It was so wonderful. So perfect.

“Why didn't we do this sooner~" Collette moaned out, her whole body melting into sexual bliss.

Scamp didn't immediately respond, but she could feel him shifting his position behind her. Then he lowered his weight onto her back, His gravely voice suddenly right in her ear.

“I don't know. But I promise I'm going to make up for lost time."

Collette whimpered, and her pussy clenched instinctually around his dick.

Though he stayed wrapped tightly against her, Scamp continued speeding up, and his knot began to slap and grind against her slit with each thrust. She braced herself against each plunge, and humped back into him as best she could, pressing back against the swollen bulb of his knot each time it kissed at her entrance.

She savoured the feeling of his body on hers. From his increasingly heavy breathing over her shoulder to the feeling of his paws wrapped firmly around her hips, she let herself get lost in the way he rutted against her, the rhythm of their lovemaking.

He licked her cheek affectionately, and Collette arched her neck back towards him. “Kiss me!!"

Without hesitating, Scamp quickly shifted, using his size to rise over her and press his mouth hungrily against hers. From this angle, the increased arch of her back gave him better access to her cunt, and he pressed harder and deeper, his knot now pushing firmly at the swollen lips of her mound.

She moaned into him, and Scamp took the opportunity to thrust his tongue into her mouth.

He explored the depths of her mouth, and unlike their first kiss there was no hesitation. He took control of her maw, practically tongue-fucking her, and for a moment she struggled to remember how to breath. His tongue swirled around hers and she sucked hungrily on it, tasting herself on him, their shared flavour filling her mouth. She was being filled from both ends, and never in her life had she felt so dominated, so violated, so conquered, and the sensation of helplessness was more than she could handle.

Her juices dribbled and sprayed lewdly into the grass as she came hard around his dick.

And as her orgasm rocketed through her like lightning, and Scamp continued pounding into her with reckless abandon, everything coalesced into a single focus. Her mind was so completely awash with euphoria that any remaining fragments of reasonings and logic were gone.

Replaced with the exclusive instinct to cum and breed.

Nothing mattered more than mating with this male. With her brother.

Her whole body vibrated with ecstasy as he slammed into her again and again, all but indifferent to the twitching spasms of her climax.

Finally, Scamp released her mouth, and the two of them gasped for breath. Free to move again, though, Collette braced her front legs and began to swing her hips into him more frantically, doing everything she could to press into him. She moaned wildly each time his knot smashed into her gushing entrance, and his potent, heavy balls slapped wetly against her edge of her slit.

Balls full of that glorious puppy-batter.

“Getting impatient, are we?" Scamp growled through his teeth.

Collette was hardly thinking at this point, her body so overstimulated that it was a surprise she was still standing. Her mouth hung open as she panted heavily, and she was too distracted to notice (or care) that she was drooling.

“YEShhh!! Mark me as your bitch, Scamp! Knock me up and make me a mother!"

She heard him growl in concentration, and his grip around her waist tightened as he rutted even faster. His knot was drilling against her now, and the tip of his cock pierced her deepest parts, making her near-hysterical.

She could feel him tugging against her entrance each time he pulled out, her needy spade stretching, clinging to him with each withdrawal.

“You want me to knot your needy cunt?" he barked. “To claim your womb, and show everyone that you fucked your brother? That you belong to me?"

“I NEED IT! I NEED YOUR LITTER! I'LL BE A GOOD MOTHER PLEASE BREED MY VIRGIN PUSSY AND GIVE ME YOUR PUPPIESSSSSS!!!"

SLAM!

With a shout of his own, Scamp hilted himself inside her, and his tip jammed against her cervix as he forced his way inside. His massive knot strained against her depths, and Collette went beyond words as she came for the third time, her eyes rolling up into her skull as she cried incoherently.

Scamp's thrusts were much shorter now but quicker, more ragged and frenzied and it was all she could do to withstand his fervor. Collette could feel his racing heartbeat resonating inside her through his throbbing cock, and it became her own, everything fading save for the union between them, the pressing, pulsing need that was seemingly bottomless.

Her whole body locked down around him, relentlessly massaging his cock, and it wasn't long until he hit own limit.

“HAVE MY PUPS!!!" Scamp howled out as he pressed himself against her gushing mound, and his cock began squirting jet after jet of warm seed towards her fertile womb.

Wave upon wave of sweet, delirious relief crashed over Collette as she felt him fill her with his spunk, and the sensation was more than she could handle. She suddenly felt as if she were floating, the world going fuzzy from the soft, soothing sensation of her brother's pumping cock, and her whole body felt weightless.

She would've fallen, but Scamp was ready, and he braced her until she could get her paws back under herself, coming back from her brief blackout.

Even as she regained her senses, her pussy continued squeezing and milking at him, her whole body still working to claim every drop he had. Scamp continued to hump leisurely into her, his dick still flexing with the occasional spurt of cum. Slowly, she came down from the rapturous glow of being bred, and as she came to, she was suddenly overwhelmed by emotion. Her ultimate secret, her most shameful fantasy had come true, and she couldn't help but laugh, laugh and cry for joy at the reality of her situation.

She would be a mother! The mother of Scamp's pups!!

Scamp licked again at her face, this time wiping away her tears even as she continued to laugh, laugh harder and freer than she could remember doing in a long, long time.

And finally, when she was done and calm, Scamp twisted himself around, waiting for his knot to deflate, and Collette tried not to feel lonely at the sudden absence of his weight over her. Now that she finally had him, she wanted to never let go.

“Collette?" Scamp said, cutting through the quiet.

“Hm?" She replied, not quite trusting her voice yet.

“You're going to be a great mother."

She blushed furiously at the complement, and as her heart surged with pride, she couldn't help but wonder at how she'd gotten here, and everything that was yet to come.

She'd need to thank Annette, although thinking of Annette brought its own complicated thoughts to the surface. Conversations would certainly need to be had. Still, in the safety of her afterglow, it felt manageable. Anything felt manageable, she realized, even the severity of what she had done, now that she had Scamp.

She smiled to herself. “Thank you, Scamp."