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Not only does he get the view, but Michelle does as well. The birthday girl crosses her legs together, looking downward, looking away. But a moment passes and then another, and she glances back up, unable to tear herself away from the sight—from the actions of a hot guy on Brianna of all people—her sister!

Andi pushes Brianna down against the couch, crawling atop her. Brianna dangles her arms above her head and over the arm, kissing away without a care. With her arms up, he's able to lift the top off of her completely, leaving her bare in the chest.

Now, Andi's hands move down her body, palms cupping her breasts, fingers tracing the contours of her curves. His lips follow, leaving her mouth, leaving her gasping and sighing in that loss of his kisses. But he provides even more kisses down her body. He travels down her collar, her chest, her nipples, granting her breasts equal attention as he travels from one to another, and then down over her tummy, past her navel, stopping just above her womb. That's where his hands make it to the edge of her skirt, tugging it down just slightly. As he does so, he kisses on the newest expanses of fur he exposes, leading each kiss to be an anticipated thing, growing a tingling delight within Brianna that only increases with each of those kisses.

And just when he's about to expose her most intimate of areas, he pulls his face away, chuckling slightly, looking over his shoulder.

For most of the process, all that Michelle can see is the femmy otter's shapely ass and his tail, both swaying this way and that as he works his magic upon her sister. And the lower he gets, the more of Brianna's face Michelle can see. Those anticipatory and releasing gasps and squirms of the face all prepare her for what it is she is going to experience. It makes her bite her lip, squeeze her legs, and grasp her chair, squirming around herself without any release. She can't touch herself; no, she won't. She'll wait for her turn with this wonderful, beautiful man.

But she can't keep her mouth shut when he looks over right at her, a smischevous, dominant smirk spread over his muzzles. A squeak rises from her throat, and she clasps her hands to her mouth, but he sees her and chuckles, returning to his work.

And with his thumbs under the skirt and underwear, he tugs the garments down, sitting up as he pulls it over her legs. Brianna lifts those legs, allowing him to remove the clothing with ease.

As Michelle's legs are lower, he grabs them, pulling her in closer, her head falling from the arm to the seat with a little squeal. He then dives down between her legs, resting her thighs over his shoulders as he gets right down in there.

Andi's tongue rolls out, pressing to her folds, his nose rubbing delicately up against her clit. His rump rises high into the air, and he crosses his ankles, his tail hanging out on the back of the couch.

But the most essential thing to Brianna is that tongue. That wondeerful, wet, and warm thing wriggles within her, seeking to touch her in every nook and cranny. It searches, seeking out her G-spot with relentless passion and dedication, until he finally finds it.

With renewed energy, Andi lashes his tongue upon that spot, stimulating her with an extended appendage, his hands holding onto her cheeks, squeezing her ass and holding her close as he feasts upon her delight.

In response to his ministrations, Brianna, never the one to be quiet, moaned with the release of delight. Whatever pent-up desires she had were coming out here and now, filling the room and her sister's ears.

Michelle taps the bottom of the seat, scooting and squirming. She can't possibly be getting turned on by this display. Yet, she finds herself warm and even wet, squeezing her thighs together and breathing heavily.

And Brianna lets out a final scream of delight, her climax arriving where everyone in the room can know. A series of incoherent sighs and cries follow before she collapses, breathing heavily, curling up.

And Andi sits up, turning around once more, looking at Michelle. Slowly, his tongue runs along his moistened muzzle, and he nods toward her, raising his arm and curling a finger. “Now," he begins, slipping from the couch and standing up. “It's your turn."

Michelle squeaks and hops herself up to stand, fingers fumbling with her purse as she watches the femboy otter sitting there, holding onto her sister and waiting for her.

“Y… you want me to come over there?" asks Michelle. “W-with you and... and with Brianna?"

He smirks slightly. “If there's something wrong with that, I understand."

“I wouldn't want to get too close. You know, to her, yeah." She bites her lip.

He nods, standing up, giving Brianna a final squeeze before he stands up, his stockinged feet padding along the floor as he approaches her. “That's perfectly fine," says Andi, his hips swaying as he moves forward, giving both deer a good look at him from different angles. “After all, this is your day, and you're the one that should be given all the attention when it's your turn." He says this, stepping up to her, so close that she can feel the warmth radiating off of his barely-covered chest.

“Oh yeah?" She asks, her hooves tip-tapping on the floor, her purse clutched even harder. “And how will you do that?"

Suddenly, Andi scoops down Michelle and, with surprising strength, lifts her into a bridal-style hold, hefting her and smirking down toward the deer.