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HOME MOVIES Chapter 3

They got back home in a hurry, whereupon Sebi hastily barricaded himself in the bathroom. He assured Ryan that he'd only be a minute, and that they'd play video games once he got out. That was over fifteen minutes ago.

Ryan switched on Sebi's console and started Left 4 Zombies 2 Clusterfuck, wondering what was taking her brother so long as she finished level after level, horde after horde without her co-op partner's much-needed crowd control. Sebi was always their mortar man. Without his cover fire, Ryan's mad sniper skills couldn't be used to their fullest potential.

Just as Ryan had begun to get fed up with an NPC teammate stealing all of her Special Infected kills, the bathroom door opened. A silhouetted figure emerged from amid a white cloud of musky-smelling cologne.

The cloud rolled out across the ground in a great plume, like the fog in an old silent horror film. Ryan drew her knees up, allowing one of the fog's rogue tendrils to snake past her as she scrunched up her nose at the pungent aroma. Looking up, Ryan's jaw fell into her lap.

Sebi popped the collar on his unbuttoned silk shirt, shifting uncomfortably in his nut-hugger jeans as he checked his breath for freshness. Catching his sister's wide-eyed stare, Sebi grinned, wiggling his meticulously-trimmed eyebrows at her.

"Big bro cleans up nice, huh?"

Ryan swallowed audibly, nodding.

"Welp, gotta look the part don't I?" Sebi plopped down on the couch next to her. "What we playing?"

Ryan looked him over curiously. "Don't you have to go to work?"

"Work's coming to me today. Got someone from my job coming over." He popped the tab on the soda that Ryan had gotten out of the fridge for herself, taking a loud gulp without asking her permission. "We're just gonna go over some notes. Diversify our stocks. Synergize. Maybe count our huge piles of money if there's time. Shouldn't take more than fifteen minutes tops, then you and me can stay up all night playing video games."

"When are they coming by?"

As if on cue, there came a timid rapping at the apartment door.

"It's a he," Sebi sighed, turning his wrist up to check the time on his gold-studded watch. "And apparently thirteen minutes earlier than he said he would."

The old couch groaned as Sebi lifted off of it, padding down the hallway. Ryan leaned over her knees to watch.

The door opened, letting in a flood of cool night air. Just beyond the threshold, partially blocked by her brother's arm poised at the door, stood a short, thin doberman in a leather bomber's jacket. He smiled bashfully up at Sebi.

"Hey Seb. You ready?"

"Gus," Sebi said, half-heartedly gesturing the doberman into the hallway. "You're thirteen minutes early."

The doberman fished his cell phone from his pocket and pressed a button, holding it out at arm's length.

"Twelve," Gus corrected.

"No, now it's twelve." Sebi took the dog's coat and hung it up in the closet. "I'm counting from the moment you knocked on my door."

When they stepped into the living room, Ryan was nowhere to be found. The television screen was dark and the console powered off, it's cooling fan still whirring. A door slammed closed somewhere down the hall.

Gus chuckled. "Your sister?"

"Yeah." Sebi frowned. Usually Ryan had to be kept away from guests. It wasn't like her to disappear when company showed up.

Gus nervously checked his phone again. "I got another text from Maki a little after I texted you. He says we've gotta send him our post by eight at the latest so he can review and edit. Meaning we gotta get busy."

Sebi led them down the darkened hall, not bothering to flip on the lights as they made their way towards his bedroom. It was a path they'd both traveled countless times before. One they both knew by heart.

Passing by the guest room, Sebi paused and tapped on the door. "Ry-Ry?"

There was no response. Sebi cupped his hand to the door and leaned in to listen. He just heard the sound of the TV, blaring out cartoons.

"We'll be out in just a few," he called. "Okay?"

Still no response.

"Dude, c'mon." Gus nudged past into Sebi's bedroom and hastily began unpacking the leather satchel slung across his narrow hips. Out came cameras, tripods, and a tiny lighting kit. The doberman busied himself plugging things in.

Giving the closed door a moment's further hesitation, Sebi followed after, toeing the door closed behind him with a soft click.

* * *

She held her breath as she heard them come in.

It worked! Ryan cheered silently, clamping down on her muzzle to keep her giggles in. I can't believe it worked!!

She carefully inched toward the wooden slats of the closet door, wincing as her knees made a fricative noise on the carpet beneath her. She was wedged rather painfully between an empty traveling suitcase and a boxy old TV. A mass of nice-looking shirts and jeans hung down over her head, draping across her shoulders like a heavy headdress.

"Mmmmmmm-kaaaaay..." a slat-striped Gus said from beyond the door, squinting through the view on the camera. "Think we're all set. Can we please do this at my place next time? Your house smells like cigarettes."

There was a smell in the air, but Ryan couldn't quite place it. It wasn't cigarettes.

"I stopped smoking in the house a month ago. You got underlighting?"

"Naw. Tried that last time, remember? Made you look fat. Well... fatter."

"Oh. Dude. Fuck you."

Gus chuckled openly while Ryan fought to stifle hers. She bobbed her head up and down, trying to get the best view possible from the small gaps in the closet door.

Gus plopped down on the bed in front of the camera and Sebi took a seat next to him. They were sitting kind of close.

"Let's knock this out in one take if we can." Ryan heard Sebi say. "I got Ryan over. Was kind of hoping Maki wouldn't be a douche and call us while she was down, but that's Maki for you."

"Oh, c'mon," Gus chuckled. "We really gotta rush?"

"I just wanted to get to spend some time with her," Sebi said, making the girl's cheeks redden. "I haven't seen her in a while. We were best buds when I was living back home."

"Aww..." Gus cooed. "Well... in that case, I guess Maki and me will have to settle for a quickie."

To Ryan's amazement, the doberman leaned in and nuzzled her brother's neck. Her eyes went wide when Sebi didn't immediately push him off. Instead her brother murred, closing his eyes and rolling his head to one side, allowing the dog better access to his throat.

"Mmf..." Sebi winced as the dog's teeth nibbled on his collarbone. "What's with you anyway? Why do you always get like this?"

The shy doberman leaned across Sebi's lap to kiss up the lion's throat. "You know why, kitty."

Sebi felt around at his side for the remote. He depressed a button, turning the camera on. His eyes closed. "I really don't."

Wide-eyed, Ryan watched as Gus' hand slipped beneath the silk flap of her brother's shirt, massaging the lion's chest. "Because."

"Because why?"

Gus chuckled. "Because you're cute. And you're nice to me. And I like you."

Sebi's shirt was being peeled away, with the lion neither protesting nor making any move to assist. It landed in a heap on the floor beside the bed. Ryan could have nudged open the door and retrieved it if she'd wanted to, but she was too transfixed on the scene unfurling before her to pay it any mind.

"You like Tommy and Jill," Sebi said has he was leaned back lengthwise across the bed. "Why not do this with Tommy or Jill?"

His pants were being unbuttoned.

As if steeling his resolve, Gus swooped in and planted a kiss squarely on the lion's muzzle. "I don't like Tommy or Jill. Not the way I like you."

His pants were coming down.

Suddenly, Sebi grabbed the doberman's wrists and, with a mighty twist, wrangled the skinny dog beneath him. He pinned the smaller boy to the bedsheets with his arms above his head, holding them there as he kissed Gus ferociously. Gus gave a contented whimper and closed his eyes, tilting his head to meet Sebi's as their tongues vied for dominance. Gus bucked his hips upward, grinding them against the lion's. As if in retaliation, Sebi ground his hips down, quelling the dog's amorous uprising with the full brunt of his body weight.

If they had bothered to listen, the boys getting busy on the bed could have heard a soft panting noise coming from somewhere in the room. Thankfully, they were both preoccupied. Clothes were being shed at an astonishing rate. First one article, then another fell to join the silk shirt on the floor beside the bed. Shirts. Necklaces. Belts. Socks. Pants.

Underwear.

Ryan's labored breathing stalled in her small chest as she watched the doberman draw up to his knees on the bed, working his boxers down his skinny hips. His pubic ridge came into view. A small, neatly-trimmed treasure trail appeared.

And then, just like that, there it was. Her first penis. Long, thick, and an interesting bubblegum color.

It sprung forth from Gus' engorged sheath like an angry pink rocket, sticking straight up from his body as if ready to launch. Ryan watched as the doberman hooked the elastic of his underwear beneath his hefty balls, affording her a much better view. Through the slats, she could make out a network of green and blue veins streaking along it's length, from the dribbling tip of it's fluted head all the way down to the glossy black coat of the dog's sheath. Gus' knot was already swelling it's way out; a scant few thrusts into any orifice would have produced it easily.

Ryan saw her brother's hand reach out. It slipped between the dog's legs, cupping Gus' hefty balls and giving them a gentle roll around the palm of his hand. Gus sighed, head rolling back towards the ceiling as his cock bounced in a mighty throb.

"You wanted it quick?"

Sebi nodded against the doberman's chest, having leaned up to suckle the boy's nipple. His free hand wrapped around the dog's impressive girth, expertly stroking it from base to tip, base to tip. Stealing a rough kiss for the camera, Sebi turned around. Gus' hands were at his hips, drawing his underwear down.

Oh god... Ryan rocked back and forth on her knees, hands clamped over her mouth. Oh god... oh god... oh god... oh god...

Sebi's ass came into view. It was pert and muscular, yet softly rounded. Ryan could just make out the orbs of her brother's sac dangling between his haunches. They were huge and weighty like two golf balls, hanging low between his legs like twin pendulums.

A rustling sound. Sebi fished a small plastic bottle out of the nightstand and tossed it back to Gus, who caught it. The pop of a cap. Gus smeared the clear gel across his already slicked-up member.

Ryan was wheezing openly now, sweat trailing off her forehead, running into her eyes. Oh god... oh god... oh GOD...

She watched as Sebi winced, claws digging into the bedsheets as Gus aligned himself with the center of his pucker.

She listened as her big brother was penetrated inch by slow, excruciating inch.

She stared as his tail flagged up and his ass clenched around the intrusion. It was spreading him apart. In went one inch, then two inches, three, five, five and a half. . .

Sebi's fangs bared. His claws poked through the bedsheets, digging into the mattress. A moaning like she had never heard from him before. Low, guttural, throaty sounds that seemed to fill Ryan's ears as if his cries were being spoken right into them.

"Oh FUCK," Sebi growled, though whether in pain or in pleasure, Ryan wasn't sure. He reached back, spreading his own asscheeks apart. "Screw me."

Obediently, Gus drew himself out. And slammed himself back in.

Sebi let out a sharp yelp, biting down on his pillow. Ryan watched as Gus collapsed across her brother's back, wrapping his arms around his midsection and nuzzling his neck as he began to pound away at his ass. The doberman rolled his hips against her brother's asscheeks, hard enough that Ryan could see a ripple form each time they collided. You'd have thought Sebi's ass were made of Jell-O the way it jiggled with each impact. Fwap fwap fwap fwap fwap.

"Like that, bitch?" Gus panted, biting down on the base of Sebi's ear. The lion, teeth still dug into his pillow, only nodded. Gus was breathing heavily, his hips a blur as they jackhammered against Sebi's rear. Each thrust elicited a new yelp, a fresh moan. His hips were being held on to. Sebi's fingers dug into the old headboard as it rattled against the wall.

Meanwhile, something was happening in the closet.

Ryan's fingers dug into the slats, parting them as much as she could without breaking them. Her breathing was less labored, now coming in deep, long gulps.

Her head felt spinny. Her fingers tingled. Her stomach fluttered.

"AaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaah!!" Sebi screwed his eyes shut as he moaned, hammering his temple against the bed. Apparently Gus had fed him the knot.

The tingly sensation was moving. It started with the butterflies in her stomach, wandering lazily down her legs, cascading over her thighs, before taking up residence in her. . .

Ryan blinked. Her... what? Her place? Her no-no area? The thing Ryan was supposed to report on immediately if a stranger came up and asked for permission to see?

Whatever it was, it was distracting her. Ryan tried to itch it to make it go away - something Momma told her never to do in public. But this wasn't public, and besides, it wasn't working. If anything, it was making it worse.

"You like my knot up your ass, boy?"

"Mmmf... FUCK... y-yes..."

"Mmmmn, what was that?" Gus increased his thrusting.

"OH... F-F-FUCK..." Sebi croaked. "Yes... YES SIR..."

Now the itching definitely wasn't helping. But try as she might Ryan couldn't bring herself to pull her fingers away. Faster and faster they rubbed the space between her legs, nursing her opening through the denim of her overalls. She hoped that was sweat she was feeling. She hadn't pee'd herself, had she? She didn't think she had.

Gus lifted himself off of Sebi's back. "I'm gonna cum soon."

"In or on?" Sebi somehow managed.

The tingly feeling spread from the wet spot all the way up Ryan's arms, into her toes, traveling like lightning up her spine.

"On. Mmf. Maki said we needed more money shots."

"Just..." Sebi gritted his teeth. "...fucking... HURRY."

The tingling was different now. Kind of like what happens when you sit cross-legged too long and your leg falls asleep, only much better and happening everywhere at once. It seemed to warn that something was about to happen. Her eyelids fluttered. Her breathing became fast and shallow.

"Oh... goddddd... NNNNNGH!!"

Gus spread Sebi's asscheeks apart with his hands, pulling himself out. The knot gave with a comical POP! and the spurting shaft came into view, painting the lion's lower back with jets of hot cum. It shot from the fluted tip in great stringy ropes, splattering Sebi's tail, cheeks, balls and gaping hole before fizzling out in a weak trickle. Gus held Sebi's hips in place, claws digging into the lion's ass as he hotdogged his exhausted erection between the two mounds.

Ryan watched as the white gooey stuff from Gus' penis trickled from her brother's tailhole and down his balls. It dripped rhythmically onto the bedsheets below.

Whatever the tingly sensation had warned would happen was finally happening. And it was every birthday party, every ice cream cone, every trip to Disney World all rolled into one.

"OOOOOOoooooAaaaaaaaaAAAA_AAAAHHHHHH!!_"

The shout came erupting from from Ryan's throat in a violent crescendo, rattling the thin walls of the apartment like tremors of an earthquake. Her head banged back and forth, side to side, thrashing in all directions as stars exploded behind her pinched eyelids. Her fingers dug in as deep as the denim of her overalls would allow. She lashed out. She struck things.

In her commotion, the closet door flung open. Out tumbled Ryan, the old TV, the traveling suitcase, and the entire contents of Sebi's wardrobe, coming to rest at the foot of the bed in a massive avalanche.

The boys, who had leapt to the headboard when the shouting first started, stared down at her in shock.

Ryan, fingers still entrenched in the folds of the growing damp spot between her legs, dizzily stared back.

No one said anything.