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Something to be Thankful For

Rating: NC-17

Description: When she gets a call for an emergency, pre-holiday babysitting job, Rachael isn't expecting to spend the day cooking with her employer's twin sons. She's certainly not expecting to spend the night doing something else entirely once they've gone to bed. But she's not about to complain either.

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"Hello, Rachael Kinders speaking!" The young Dalmatian rolled onto her back, phone cradled between her shoulder and head, one long, black, floppy ear draped over the back side of it. Her jeans pulled tight against the curves of her left leg as she pulled her knee up, folding her fingers around it.

"Rachael? This is Alex," a familiar, deep voice responded, fatigue clear in every word. "Thank God you're still in town. Are you heading home tonight?" He asked her, sounding concerned. Rachael smiled, shaking her head as she answered.

"Nope! If I just see my folks at Christmas it's plenty often for all of us." She glanced up at the window of her bedroom, snow falling lightly. Back home in Oregon, there wouldn't be as much as a flake falling yet. Wisconsin might not have the rainforests and mountains, but it had its own perks. Being half a continent away from her folks was at the top of the list. "What's the matter?"

"My boss just came down on me. I was supposed to be out of here at noon to head home and spend Thanksgiving with the boys, but if I don't finish the paperwork on the Abbot account tonight, I won't be able to get Friday for them either. I can't think of anybody else to call but Anne's mother and... well, she's already mad enough about me not having Thanksgiving at their place this year," he rambled, about to continue before Rachael interrupted him.

"I'd be happy to watch them as long as you need, Alex," she smiled. "I won't even charge you extra for making me work the day before a holiday," she giggled.

"God, you're a lifesaver Rach. I don't know how to thank you for this."

"My usual ten dollars an hour, and maybe a little company after you get home?" She suggested. "It's lonely up here, after all. Almost everybody's gone home, and while there are perks to having the apartment all to myself, it's really quiet too."

"Sure thing," he chuckled. Rachael smiled, glad to hear him more relaxed. "I really don't know when I'll be back though, to be honest," he admitted. "I'd been planning to finish this account next week, but apparently somebody heard a rumor that Abbot might switch to PwC if we don't have all the papers exactly in order before they start their annual audit, so guess who gets to work overtime to make sure this last project is nailed down?"

"Isn't it great, having a white-collar job and working salaried-exempt?" Rachael laughed, shaking her head sympathetically. "I'll head right over, can you give them a call so they know I'm coming?"

"Sure thing. Thanks again, Rach. Oh, and you might want to pack an overnight bag."

"Alex! I'm only nineteen!" Rachael teased playfully.

"And I'm old enough to be your father, which is why I wasn't suggesting it for that reason," he said dryly. "It's just that I might be working really late tonight. I left the house debit card in the usual hiding place, if you guys need to get anything for dinner before I'm home. Pizza, pasta, whatever. But if it runs late enough... well, I'd rather have you crash in the guest room than driving home late tonight. I don't want -"

"- me to end up like Brittney Zimmerman, I know," Rachael cut him off, having heard the warning more than often enough from her parents when they'd found out she was going to Madison. "And thanks. I'll be sure to bring a bag, and maybe a few DVD's for the boys to watch."

"Rachael! They're only eleven!" Alex teased her in the same tone she'd used just moments before.

"Okay, okay, I deserved that one," she laughed. "But seriously, nothing you wouldn't let them watch anyway. If I know Seth and Rod, they're not over Halloween yet. A little Poltergeist might have them begging to watch Buttons and Rusty."

"It just might," Alex chuckled. "Just make sure they're in bed by nine thirty, all right? And not having nightmares?"

"Will do, Boss!" Rachael grinned. "I'll be on my way in a few minutes, so I'll probably be over there...." She glanced at the clock. "In about an hour, by twelve thirty at the latest, that work?"

"Works fine. Thanks again, Rachael, you really are a lifesaver," Alex told her.

"I know, I know, I'm great," Rachael giggled. "You get back to work now! And don't forget to let the boys know I'm coming. Bye!"

"Have a good one," Alex agreed, hanging up on his end.

Rachael sat up, stretching out and grabbing her backpack from next to her bed. She dumped the books out of it and went over to her dresser to pack a bag for the night. She stuffed a clean pair of panties, jeans, and t-shirt into the pack, pulling on a purple sweater that hugged the curves of her body. Digging through another drawer, she spotted a lacy red teddy that she'd bought six months ago, just before leaving from her Freshman year.

"Not that I've had an excuse to wear it since then," she thought to herself dryly. "What the Hell, why not? Not like I'd be wearing it in front of anybody in the guest room." She stuffed it into her back, along with a more appropriate nightgown, and then went over to pick up the DVD's she wanted before rushing out to the car.

At least it wasn't going to be a boring day!

~~~===~~~

Getting ready hadn't taken more than a few minutes, but getting to Alex's house? That was another story. The Belt Line, as Rachael had expected, was dragging along at its usual pre-holiday crawl. Most college towns were practically dead this time of year, but Madison still bustled along at its usual pace.

Rachael drove carefully. Despite the fact that the snow was only sticking to the road by the shoulders, she wasn't particularly comfortable driving on the potentially slick wet roads. She'd already learned about how risky they could be the hard way last year, when she'd started to skid crossing the bridge. It wouldn't do to end up wrecked when Alex was counting on her.

The Dalmatian found herself smiling softly as she thought about the middle-aged husky and his pups. She'd been babysitting for him since she'd answered Alex's ad during her first semester. In that time, she already liked the Winters better than she liked her own family.

Alex was a dedicated father who had to spend less time with his twin boys than he wanted in order to provide for them. It would have been easier if Anne was still around, but he'd explained that she'd died in a car crash when the boys weren't even a full year old. The twins themselves were absolutely adorable, in Rachael's opinion. They were just starting middle school, and had been holding up admirably well, for having lost their mother when they were so young.

She pulled off at the Stoughton Road exit carefully, catching the highway out to McFarland and wondering what she'd do to entertain the kids. The movies were one thing, of course, but she'd need something else... well, she'd figure that out when the time came.

She drove the increasingly familiar, and increasingly snowy, route to the Winters' house, pulling into the driveway and grabbing her backpack. She zipped up her jacket, tucked her black ears into her stocking cap, and got out into the chilly November air. Despite her precautions, she was still shivering as she reached the door and knocked, triggering a chorus of yelping barks from inside the house.

"Rudy, quiet!" One of the twins, probably Rod, scolded the four-legged dog inside. A moment later, the door opened, and Rachael was greeted by Rod and Seth... and, of course, Rudy, the family dachsund, curled up in one of their arms and still trying to jump over to Rachael to lick her face. She took the dog with a giggle, stepping inside as he lapped at her chin.

"All right, all right! I'm glad to see you too," she laughed. Rudy snuggled up against her coat, still warm from the car heater, and let out a low 'rurr' of pleasure.

"You're ridiculous, you know that?" She smiled indulgently, setting down her bag before taking a seat on the couch. "So, did your Dad call you?" She asked the two boys.

She wracked her brain for a moment, reminding herself how to tell the two of them apart; Seth had the black fur on his head, while Rod's was more of a steel grey. If they hadn't had completely different tastes in clothes, she really didn't know what she'd do, but even then they'd been known to swap just to throw somebody off.

"Yeah, he called us," Rod nodded... or at least she thought it was Rod. In the relatively dim room, it was hard to tell the difference between their fur colors. He'd been holding Rudy when she'd gotten in, curled up against his Metallica t-shirt, and his brother was wearing his usual button-down dress shirt.

Wait.... A grin slowly spread across Rachael's face as she caught on.

"Thanks, Seth," she winked at him. Seth groaned, and Rod grinned broadly.

"Told you she'd catch on!"

"What gave me away?" Seth asked plaintively, stripping off Rod's t-shirt.

"You were holding Rudy when I came in, remember?" She giggled, leaning down to nuzzle the dachsund's belly lightly before she sat him down on her lap. "He never holds still long enough for Rod to do that."

"Hmph," Seth grunted, swapping shirts with Rod and starting to get dressed again. "At least it's not something that'll give us away at school." Rod leaned in close to him, whispering something, and Seth blushed brightly beneath his fur.

"And what was that?" Rachael asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, just reminding him we need to change pants back too," Rod grinned. "I hate these khakis. We'll be right back!" The two pups ran off to finish changing, and Rachael settled in, petting Rudy after she'd taken off her coat and hat.

"I get the feeling those two are up to something, Rudy," she murmured, scratching the dachsund behind his ears. She picked him up, looking into his big brown eyes. "You going to tell me what it is?"

Rudy just licked her nose, making her giggle before setting him down on the floor. He bounded off, slinking up the stairs that led to the second floor of the house and leaving Rachael alone.

She got up and walked into the kitchen, sniffing for the scents she usually associated with Thanksgiving. She could smell a turkey thawing in the fridge, but the usual smells of pre-baked pies and all those other things she thought about were completely absent... of course, Alex was the only one around to cook them, unless the boys had learned. She smiled sadly; she knew that Alex could cook, at least reasonably well. But Thanksgiving dinner was something different, and they'd done that with Anne's family for years. They probably hadn't, and he probably didn't know how.

"Is something wrong?" Seth asked as he came down, still tucking in his shirt.

"Not really," Rachael said, turning around to face the two pups. "How'd you like to surprise your Dad when he gets home?" She asked them with a grin.

"How?" Rod asked her, cocking his head to one side.

"Well, what's on the menu for Thanksgiving tomorrow?" She asked them.

"Turkey, obviously," Seth started.

"Stuffing and cranberry sauce, we've got the sauce in the fridge now," Rod added.

"Oh, and he was going to pick up an apple pie at the store tonight," Seth finished.

"Well, why don't we go ahead and make the pies up ourselves?" Rachael suggested. "We can run some movies while we work, and it'll give us something to do today! I know it won't be your Grandma's cooking, but we'll use the recipes mine did," she promised.

"I dunno," Rod frowned. "I don't think we even have half the stuff...."

"So we'll go out to the grocery store to get it!" Rachael replied, then winked at them both. "Besides, that way we can pick up the supplies to make my patented triple-sausage pizza...."

"I'm in!" Rod grinned, perking up immediately. Seth giggled, but nodded as well, already interested just in the idea of having homemade pie instead of a Sara Lee special.

"I'll just call your Dad and make sure he's okay with that," Rachael explained, picking up her cell phone. "You guys go get ready to head out to the store. Oh, and get Rudy ready too, we'll get his walk taken care of at the same time!"

As if he'd been listening from upstairs somehow, the little dachsund started barking at the sound of the word 'walk.' The twins ran into the front room to get their coats, just as their four-legged friend tumbled heels-over-head down the last couple of stairs, his rear half getting a bit ahead of the front two steps from the bottom. Shaking off the tumble, he hurried out to get his leash and sweater put on, while Rachael giggled and cleared a grocery trip with Alex.

"You just had to bring the pup down with you, didn't you?" Rod teased Seth as he stripped Rudy's green and red winter sweater over the wiggly wiener-dog.

"It's not my fault he likes me better than you," Seth frowned, glancing back at the kitchen before leaning over and licking Rod's cheek lightly. "I'll pay up tonight, okay?"

"You'd better," Rod grinned, putting Rudy's leash on with a quiet click.

"Okay boys!" Rachael called out as she came to get her coat and hat again. "Your Dad said it's fine, so let's get going! Don't forget your boots and hats."

"It's not even sticking to the sidewalks yet," Seth pointed out.

"It's cold out, and it's snowing, you really should be wearing your winter gear," Rachael told them patiently.

"Rach? We're huskies," Rod snickered. "And we grew up in Wisconsin. This isn't boot and hat weather yet.

"At least wear the boots, okay?" She sighed. She knew she'd have a harder time winning the hat argument with them. "It might be slick out on the way back."

"All right," they both nodded, accepting the compromise and changing their shoes. A few minutes later, and the trio were walking down the street, Rudy's nose working hard and fast as he picked up all the smells in the air, his little legs churning merrily along.

It was a quietly idyllic scene. The older Dalmatian walked along between the two huskies, occasionally looking skyward to watch the snow drifting down, her ears tucked safely up inside her stocking cap. The surface of her light blue jacket slowly became flecked with white as it chilled, and flakes of snow started clinging to it.

On either side of her, Rod and Seth walked just a half a step behind her, much more casual about the frigid air. Their tails wagged casually behind them, their ears occasionally flicking when a snowflake fell somewhere inside the cupped triangles.

"Looks like it's gonna start sticking tonight," Rod observed, looking up and sticking his tongue out to catch one of the larger snowflakes as it fell. "Say, Rachael, why aren't you at home?" He asked, looking up at her curiously.

"Too expensive to fly back out for the holiday," she explained easily. "Besides, I'll be seeing them for Christmas. Thanksgiving's not such a big deal for my family, since my Grandma passed away."

"So what're you going to do for tomorrow?" Seth asked her, sure he was on the same page that Rod was.

"Probably spin by St. Mark's for their Thanksgiving dinner," she explained. "Help out a bit, sit through the service, enjoy the food. But that's no reason you guys shouldn't have the benefit of the family cookbook," she winked at him.

"Well why don't you come over to our place?" Seth grinned. "After all, you're helping cook! Right, Rod?" He asked, looking around her.

"Sure!" Rod nodded enthusiastically. "Besides, it'll be boring with just the three of us tomorrow!"

Rachael smiled warmly, looking at both of them.

"Tell y'what... I'll talk to your Dad about it, and see what he says," she agreed. They both grinned, and she gave each of them a light hug as they paused at a stop sign.

She was feeling more at home here every day.

~~~===~~~

The rest of the day had been almost idyllic, in Rachael's mind. They'd finished grabbing the groceries, and been starving by the time they made it back home. They'd gotten the pizza into the oven and started mixing up dough for pie crusts while it cooked. They'd eaten while they watched Poltergeist, the boys cringing and hiding in all the spots Rachael had known they would.

True to her expectations, by the time they were done they were quite ready for Buttons and Rusty. By the time it was over, and Rachael had finished slicing up the apples, the sun had almost set, leaving them to make the filling for the second pie. Rudy scrambled around on the floor, his dull claws scraping the linoleum as he hoped for some scraps to fall.

"Are you sure we're supposed to use suet for cooking?" Rod asked Rachael warily, watching her cube up the unprocessed fat as he added brown sugar, melted butter, and the rest of what they needed to the apple pie filling.

"A more modern recipe would probably use lard instead, but the texture makes a difference," she explained. "Trust me, by the time the blender's done with it you won't know what it was. After you're done mixing that, can you help with measuring out the other ingredients?" She nodded to the other counter, where Seth was carefully pulling apart a cheap beef roast they'd let cook during the movies, and a mixing bowl partly filled with apples the Dalmatian had diced, rather than sliced, was waiting for the brown sugar and other spices.

"What type of pie is it we're making this time?" Seth asked her as she worked.

"Mincemeat, the traditional way," she explained. "These days they've got beef broth in the filling, but that's about all they do to justify calling them mincemeat. Traditional recipes would use the cuts of meat that weren't easily sold, like neck meat. The whole thing was basically made to maximize what you got out of an old cow or bull you might be slaughtering before winter set in. You'd use dried and candied fruits that you've been saving since spring," she indicated a small container of candied lemon peels and other assorted diced fruit, as well as a larger container of dried currants, "mix it up with some of the fat and bits of meat you couldn't make a roast out of, and bake it into a pie. Finding a place that makes them that way is pretty much impossible, so you have to make your own if you want them done right."

"Cool," Rod nodded slightly. "So, it's basically old farm food?"

"Right!" Rachael nodded with a smile. "When my family immigrated, we moved out to a small farming town, and picked up a lot of the traditions from there. Grandma taught me to cook when I was just a little pup myself, so it's fun to help out for the holidays. I remember her stories about helping out at Great Grampa's butcher shop during the Depression," she explained. "That's where they started using the neck meat and stuff. They'd make pasties during the year, and sell minced pies around Thanksgiving and Christmas." She finished cutting up the suet, and scraped it into the blender.

"Now, how are you boys... that's just about perfect, actually," she grinned, taking the beef that Seth had pulled apart, and adding it to the blender. "How about we turn the rest of it into stroganoff for supper?"

"Sounds great," Rod said, wagging his tail. "And we've got our own recipe for that!"

"Good, I'll get to sit back and let you boys cook for a while," Rachael giggled before she started the blender, whipping the concoction inside together while Seth slipped Rudy a chunk of the meat he was starting to cube up for supper.

The boys really did have their own recipe for the stroganoff, it turned out; for only being eleven, they obviously knew their way around the kitchen enough to cook. They just didn't know the details about baking and from-scratch recipes. Their cooking was more like the glorified bachelor's methodology that measured in cans and spoonfuls, rather than dashes and pinches. While Rachael finished mixing the filling and setting the pies up to be baked the next day, Rod got a pot of pasta cooking while Seth grabbed the stuff for the sauce.

"Eugh... I don't think the sour cream is good anymore, Rod," Seth observed, cracking the lid open and closing it quickly.

"It's just runny, Seth, we can whip it back together," Rod rolled his eyes.

"It's got green stuff in it, Rod," Seth pointed out.

"That's because you probably grabbed the chip dip."

"Chip dip doesn't do the Michigan Rag, Rod!" Seth explained, a slightly panicked look on his face.

"Eeeeh... I'll take your word for it," Rod decided, ignoring Rachael's snickers. "Do we have anything else?"

"Not for sour cream?" Seth verified after very carefully disposing of the plastic container.

"Okay... plan alfredo," Rod told him, grabbing the extra flour. "We do have milk and cheese, right?" He asked, glancing back over his shoulder.

"Of course," Seth snorted, pulling it out. Rod quickly whisked up a white sauce and started added the cheese to it. "Hey, we've got peas and bacon too; beef carbonara?" He suggested, looking through the fridge.

"Nah," Rod said, shaking his head. "Don't think that'd go too good with beef, and besides, the pasta's almost done already."

"Strainer, on it," Seth confirmed, grabbing the bright yellow dish out of the cupboard and tossing it into the clear side of the sink in time to grab the spoon and keep stirring the sauce, making sure it was the right thickness as Rod strained the egg noodles. A few minutes later, the three were eating the haphazardly rearranged meal, and Rachael was giving an appreciative nod.

"Strangest stroganoff I've ever had, but you guys aren't bad in here," she giggled. "Never would have thought that you were the cook in the family, Rod."

"We're both good at it," Rod shrugged. "I'm just a bit better at figuring out something on the fly. Too bad we couldn't get garlic bread together to go with this," he mused, finishing off his ample serving. Rudy whined at his feet noisily.

"Is it a problem if we let Rudy handle the pre-washing?" He asked Rachael. She shook her head, and he went over to put his plate down to be licked clean, though he thought better of putting the pots down. The mental image of the dachsund tipping into the sauce pot trying to get the last out of it was amusing, but he didn't want to get stuck with bath duty.

"Tell you boys what," Rachael said after finishing her own dinner, checking her watch. "If you guys go up and get to bed tonight without any trouble, I'll take care of the dishes. It's getting a bit late, but I think we've still got time to hit the XBox before bed."

It never ceased to amaze her just how quickly those words would get them to finish dinner.

~~~===~~~

Rachael glanced at her watch as she watched Rod fumbling his way through a round of Rocksmith, his performance of "Are You Gonna Go my Way" stubbornly refusing to budge above the minimum difficulty level.

"I can totally rock this song in Rock Band," Rod grumbled as he finally managed enough points to pass the song.

"Yeah, but you've actually got to pull off chords in this one," Seth grinned, taking the guitar from his brother and loading up "House of the Rising Sun."

"Don't worry, you'll get better with practice," Rachael promised, leaning over closer to Rod. "Want me to blow him away for a finale?" She whispered. Rod grinned and nodded as Seth rose through the ranks of the song's difficulty level fairly quickly. He had to focus carefully on the song, but the lessons he'd been taking were helping a lot with his ability to remember what strings to hit when. By the time he was done, he'd more than doubled Rod's score, and had a massive grin on his face as he passed the guitar to Rachael.

"Totally wasted you!" He grinned, plopping down on the couch and snuggling up to Rod. "Take that, rock star," he teased.

"Whatever, you're still paying up for earlier," Rod whispered to him. If Rachael had been looking, rather than adjusting the tuning on the guitar, she would've noticed Seth blushing brightly, though he snuggled up even closer to his twin as he did so.

"Okay, if either of you can show me up on this one, I don't want to know, so this is the last song of the night," Rachael teased, queueing up "Sweet Home Alabama." She didn't even have to look at the screen, starting to sing along and play. It was the only song on this game she could do this with... at least that the pups could listen to... but it made the point she wanted to. It'd help Rod feel better about his own performance, and make both of them want to practice to get better.

And it let her play one of her favorite songs, always a nice perk.

As she hit the guitar solo, she started losing a few points, but she still pushed herself through it and kept up better than either of the twins could. By the time she was doing, they were both cheering her on, the fading chords of the song cutting out as her score was displayed.

"And that's how you get it done," she grinned. "Now go on, scoot, off to bed!" She said, pulling them both up from the seat and waving them out. "I'll be checking on you guys after the dishes, so no staying up all night talking or fooling around in your room!" She warned them before heading to start rinsing the pots and mixing bowls.

"You don't think she knows, do you?" Seth whispered to Rod once she'd disappeared.

"No way, and no getting out of it!" Rod said dismissively. "C'mon, man, Dad's not home tonight, Rachael's busy downstairs, this is gonna be perfect!"

"But what if she checks on us when... y'know?" Seth blushed.

"We could always ask her to join in," Rod teased. Seth's ears turned a bright pink where the white showed inside, while Rod grabbed his arm and pulled him into their bedroom.

"Just relax," Rod told him, closing the door behind them so Rudy or Rachael wouldn't end up interrupting them. "Look... if you're really not into it tonight...."

"No! That's not it," Seth said, shaking his head sharply. He leaned forward, kissing his twin on the lips tenderly. "I'm just nervous," he said, slipping his hands up under Rod's shirt and lifting it over his head. He buried his face in Rod's thick fur, inhaling his scent and feeling himself relax even as Rod unbuttoned his shirt.

""Well, try to relax, okay?" Rod smiled, pushing Seth's shirt back around his shoulders a bit. "You're no fun when you're all worked up."

"Not what you were saying last night," Seth grinned. "What's with the change of heart?" He stepped back, sliding his shirt off and undoing his khakis.

""Wise-ass," Rod smirked.

"You'd know all about that, wouldn't you?" Seth chuckled, kicking off his pants and kneeling, wearing nothing but his socks. "You've certainly been looking at my ass enough lately!"

"Watch it, or I might try for a little more in-depth study to- oooh...." Rod trailed off into a moan of pleasure as Seth undid his jeans and reached into his briefs, fondling the dominant twin's sheath.

"Shush; you wanted me to pay up, so now I'm going to." Seth pulled his brother's jeans back just enough to get his briefs out of the way, inhaling Rod's scent before drawing Rod's balls into his mouth. He rolled them around with his tongue, soaking them thoroughly as he stroked the silky fur by his muzzle.

"Damn, Seth," Rod groaned, sitting back on the bed and spreading his legs. His cock, dark red and rock hard, slid out of his sheath. Seth's hand slid up to grip it, stroking it for a few moments before the kneeling husky licked his way up his brother's sheath and shaft, taking him into his muzzle. He rolled his golden eyes up to look into Rod's, grinning around the cock in his mouth as he started bobbing his head up and down.

Rod reached down, stroking his brother's ears for a few minutes before pressing him back.

"C'mon. I want more than a blowjob tonight," he rumbled lowly. Seth looked at his brother's cock, licking his lips, and then glancing up with a small nod.

"Okay," he said, climbing up onto the bed with Rod, pulling him down for a kiss. "Love you, bro."

"Love you too, Seth," Rod smiled, kissing him back and pressing his tongue inexpertly into his mouth. His ran his fingers through Seth's fur, feeling lean muscle building beneath it. "Soccer agrees with you," he rumbled.

"Like wrestling agrees with you... didn't you say Coach wanted you to keep practicing during break?" Seth teased him,

"As a matter of fact, I think I did," Rod grinned. "Mmm... but I've already got you pinned down." He kissed Seth again, lifting his hips to work his pants the rest of the way off.

"We'll have to try practicing more tomorrow then, after dinner," Seth murred, leaning his head back to expose his throat submissively.

"Maybe we will," Rod growled his agreement, closing his jaws lightly around Seth's throat, pressing his fully erect member against Seth's. He rubbed his hips back and forth, savoring the sound of his brother's pleasured, helpless whimpering. He reached under the bed, grabbing a small jar of vaseline he'd smuggled in earlier in the day, and popped the lid off.

He stopped in a moment as he felt Seth tensing beneath him. He released Seth's throat, looking up into his face.

"Seth... if y'don't want to do this...."

"I... I dunno, Rod," Seth admitted, turning his face away. "I do, but... well... I kinda remembered how big you're getting when I was down there," he blushed. Rod turned his face towards him, and kissed him.

"Why didn't you say so, dummy?" Rod smirked at him. "Turn over; I've got another idea."

"You do?" Seth asked, cocking his head a bit. He did roll over, his curly tail flipping up more on reflex than anything else. Rod let out a low, lusty growl as he looked at Seth's firm ass. He ran his fingers through the thick, fluffy fur, wishing that he could try going all the way tonight. But he wasn't going to do that to his brother, not without him being into it. They'd only been fooling around a few weeks, but they'd already learned that if they weren't both enjoying it, it wasn't really worth doing.

"Yeah, I do," Rod told him, laying down on his side, spooning up against Seth's back. He licked and nipped at the nape of Seth's neck, pressing his stiff cock up against his thigh. Seth ground his leg against him lightly, moaning as Rod reached around him to stroke his cock gently.

"Spread your legs," Rod ordered him.

"But you said -"

"Trust me, bro," Rod murmured. "I promise, I'm not going to hurt you. And I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to." Seth spread his legs slightly, and Rod shifted, pressing his stiff shaft between his twin's powerful thighs. "Now, go on and relax," he grinned.

Seth gasped as Rod started slowly thrusting, that thick cock sliding between his legs in smooth counter-motion to the hand on his own member. He started grinding back against Rod, quickly catching on to his twin's idea. Feeling Rod's hips thrusting against his, his tail squeezed between their bodies, he felt like he was being fucked, except for the parts that scared him.

It was heavenly, and to judge by the playful nips and growls that were getting stronger every moment, it seemed to be working for Rod too!

Meanwhile, Rachael was finishing up the dishes. It had taken longer than she'd expected to get the mixing bowls clean enough that she didn't feel guilty putting them into the dishwasher. Now that she was done, she just had to go up to say good night to the boys, and head to bed herself. She grabbed her back for the night and started up the stairs, taking care to walk quietly so she wouldn't wake them up if they were already asleep.

At the top of the stairs, she glanced into the master bedroom, smiling and nodding at Rudy when he raised his head from his place at the foot of Alex's bed and let out a little 'woof' as if to announce his ownership of the cushion he was curled up on. She continued on, reaching the boy's room, and was about to knock gently on the door when she realized that she was smelling something she really hadn't been expecting to smell in this house!

One or both of the boys was incredibly turned on... probably masturbating? That was perfectly normal at their age, if a little creepy to think of happening in a shared room. Maybe she could hear if it was still happening, or if she could pretend she didn't know anything, say good night, and make it to her room for the night. She tossed her head, flipping one of her ears up so she could listen through the door. Her bright blue eyes grew even wider as sound was added to scent, filling in more details for her that she didn't particularly want filled in.

"Go on Rod," Seth panted, "come on, cum for me!"

Rachael yanked her head back, blushing brightly, her face tinged pink beneath her fur. She'd never had to deal with something like this when she was babysitting before! She was supposed to keep her client's kids out of trouble, make sure they got to bed on time... making sure they weren't screwing wasn't part of the job description, at least not one she'd been told about!

She thought about knocking, doing something to interrupt them... but, then, maybe they'd finish up, and she could just ignore that it had happened? She wouldn't have known if not for her timing, after all. They were in bed on time... just, apparently, the same bed. A twinge went through her thighs as she thought about the boys on the other side of the door, and she looked down in horror to see her fingers sliding along the crotch of her jeans.

She drew her hand back sharply, got to her feet, and hurried into her bedroom.

"What were you thinking?" She whispered to herself. "They're just pups!" She bit her lower lip, taking a frantic mental inventory. Was it them? Was that was was turning her on? She huffed hard, clearing her nose of the lingering scent of their arousal, and took a deep breath through her mouth to try getting a clear idea. She pictured them, Rod on top of his brother, and was almost ecstatic when the mental image was distasteful.

"Oh thank God... girl, you have got to get yourself laid!" She sighed, grateful beyond words that it was just the scent getting to her. She winced as she heard Rod's howl, muffled by the doors and walls, and then shook her head.

"And not by either of them, thank you very much!"

Alex, on the other hand.... Rachael closed her eyes, picturing the older husky. It wasn't hard for her to do; she'd fantasized about him before. She'd thought about him often before, and couldn't think of any reason not to tonight. She undid her jeans and laid back on the guest bed. She slid her feet up, spreading her thighs as her fingers slipped beneath the lacy black band of her panties and released the smell of her own potent need.

As her eyes drifted closed, she found her favorite fantasy about Alex and played it over in her mind. He'd come home late, just like tonight, irritated and tired. She was in the shower, touching herself, her fingers sliding up and down her slick sex as hot water poured over her, the steam making her scent all the more potent. That scent drew him into the bathroom.

When he found her there, he stripped silently before sliding the shower door open. She gasped as the older husky looked her up and down with naked hunger and stepped into the tub with her, not saying a word. His eyes told her everything she needed to know; she was going to get fucked, it was going to be hard, and she was going to love it.

Her hand slid down further, her hips arching to grind her clit against her wrist as she slipped two fingers into her dripping sex. She bit her lip, stifling her whimpers as her imagination filled in the smells and other sensations that went with her fantasy. The hot water pouring over them, dripping onto her head where it splashed off of Alex. The tile grinding against her back as he bodily lifted her off of her feet with his powerful thrusts. Her fingers clenched down hard around her breasts as she imagined him handling them roughly with one hand, the other helping him to keep his balance on the slick porcelain of the tub.

As she curled her fingers up to press against her g-spot, she gasped sharply, cumming and pouring juices down her thighs. Her panties were completely sodden, her jeans soaked inside. It took all of her willpower not to make too much noise, her hips grinding needily against her hand. As the pleasure passed, she let herself slump down onto the bed, panting heavily as she remembered to breathe.

She really needed to get laid... and she had some ideas on how to make that happen now.

~~~===~~~

Alex Winters groaned as he pulled into the driveway at almost 11:00, leaning his head back in the driver's seat.

"This is why I hate being white-collar," he muttered to himself, tiredly undoing his seatbelt and turning off the car. "Sixteen hour days for eight hours pay should never be considered business as usual." He pulled his woolen overcoat around him and tucked his ears under the curved brim of his felt fedora before climbing out of the car into the increasingly cool night air. Snowflakes started to gather on his clothes almost immediately now, only the first few melting on the car-warmed wool before it was cool enough to hold the snow.

Walking into the house, he was glad to see the lights were on in the kitchen. Rachael was there, already putting together a sandwich.

"Midnight snack?" He quipped as he took off his coat and hat. "I'm sorry I'm so late; things took... well, I can't really say longer than expected, but let's just say as long as I'm afraid they would."

"Actually, I'm making this for you," the younger Dalmatian smiled over her shoulder. "You had the makings for a good club sandwich, and I thought you could use something to eat before bed. Besides, you still owe me some company in exchange for the short notice," she winked.

"So I do," Alex chuckled. He took off his shoes, stifling a moan of relief at getting his feet free. He sat down in the kitchen just as Rachael speared the sandwich with an olive-laden toothpick. She sat it down in front of him, and then moved over to the fridge.

"Damn, this *does* look good," Alex praised her, forcing himself to look at the sandwich instead of the way her jeans clung to her curves. "I hope the kids weren't any trouble today."

"Thank you," Rachael smiled, turning around with two brown bottles in her hands. She sat them down, twisting the cap off of hers as Alex checked the label.

"You'd better not have one of these in your hands there," he joked, twisting the cap off of his bottle of Imperial Stout.

"Nope, I snagged the last bottle of the strawberry soda that was hiding in the back," she grinned, turning the label to show him. "I think I'm going to have to clean that fridge out tomorrow," she quipped, "the mayo winked at me when I found this."

"If you feel like it, go ahead," he chuckled. "I'd thought you'd want to get back home right away though."

"Nobody else there," she shrugged. "Besides, the boys invited me over to Thanksgiving dinner, if you were okay with it," she smiled.

"I'd - aw, shit!" He swore.

"What's wrong?" Rachael asked, her brows furrowing as Alex turned around to look out the window in the living room at the falling snow.

"Fuck it, I'll just have to pick it up tomorrow," he muttered. "Sorry, Rachael, nothing about you. I just forgot to pick up the pie at the store on the way home. They were probably closed anyway."

"Actually, I'm glad you didn't," she smiled with a twinkle in her eye. "When we went out to get the stuff for the pizza, the boys and I talked it over and decided we'd have cooking lessons for the afternoon. They helped me put together a couple of pies to the point where we just need to throw them in the oven tomorrow, and it'll all be good."

"You little... thank you," Alex chuckled, shaking his head. "Glad I don't have to run out for groceries, at any rate, and it's a sweet gesture. And, of course," he added with a grin, "it answers any questions about whether or not you're staying for dinner! If you helped make it, then of course you're staying!"

"Well, thank you," Rachael giggled, taking a drink of her soda. "Don't forget your sandwich," she added with a nod towards it to remind him it was there.

"It's good," he said after taking a bite and chewing his way through it. He washed it down with a swig of his beer, enjoying the bittersweet notes of coffee and chocolate in the flavor that the alcohol carried through his mouth and into his sinuses.

"So, how's school going?" He asked, giving himself a chance to eat while she talked.

"Well, I'm doing pretty well all around," Rachael told him. "Getting to the point where I'm going to have to start focusing on actually locking in my major next semester and finish all the damned classes I have to take with the lib arts majors too."

"Still planning on going into biology?"

"Kind of," she explained. "Majoring in chemistry, planning on heading into biophysics after that. At that level, despite the 'bio' in the name, a lot of it is chemistry and physics; looking at things like how the cells actually work and what different things do to them, how they interact. The math courses are going to be a bitch, but I like the science classes that are in it. Full-on doctoral program, so I'll have to hope that science doesn't outpace my own research ideas too much," she grinned.

"And here I thought I was being ambitious getting an MBA in five years," Alex laughed. "Of course, that was back when the degree meant something. The doctorate's still worth going for though," he said, raising his bottle to her. She raised her own, clinking them together with a grin.

"Thanks; I just want to prove I've got brains along with my looks," she winked after finishing her drink.

"Well," Alex said after a long draw off of his, "if that's the case, you'll be giving Einstein a run for his money.... Shit, I said that out loud, didn't I?" He groaned, setting the bottle down. Rachael giggled and nodded, then got up out of her seat.

"It's okay, I'm flattered," she smiled, walking around the table and giving him a light peck on the cheek. "I'm going to go up to bed; I grabbed a shower earlier, so the bathroom's all yours. See you in the morning,"

"See you then," Alex chuckled awkwardly. Once he heard Rachael heading upstairs, he rubbed his cheek lightly. He shook his head, finishing his sandwich and beer. No, it was crazy. He was literally old enough to be her father, over twenty years her senior. She was just being nice, that's all.

He decided to grab his own shower and get to bed, putting the plate in the sink and his bottle in the recycling after he'd rinsed it. He was feeling the light, pleasant warmth of the alcohol, though he knew he was nowhere near being drunk.

He stepped into the bathroom and started to undo his shirt, exposing a chest that was still remarkably in shape for a man in his early forties with a desk job. He stripped it off and paused for a moment, looking at himself. He was a bit softer than when he was younger, but he'd managed to hold off the beer belly that most of his co-workers had. Solid pecs and abs, some distinguished gray running through the fur at his temples....

He was attractive, he gave himself that, but not what a girl Rachael's age would be looking for. And that was a good thing, he told himself. But on nights like tonight, it was hard to remember sometimes. He hadn't really had time to date since losing Anne, bringing up the boys on his own. His own parents had gone back to Siberia after the wall fell, and he hated asking his former mother-in-law to take care of the boys.

Dating was more often a case of getting sufficiently desperate to shoot for a one-night stand in a hookup bar for him these days; it had been about three months since his last night out on the prowl, celebrating the boys going back to school after the long summer break. What had her name been...?

He shook his head as he remembered her. Her name had been Michelle, a recently divorced papillon. He wondered if she'd ever gotten in to see the therapist her friends had been pushing her to see; he hoped she had. She was a nice girl, fun, but actually dating her would have driven him crazy. Being on his best behavior was one thing, but a girl who flinched every time you tried to look her in the eyes was another entirely.

Wouldn't happen that way with Rachael, he was sure. If she was interested....

Just thinking about the possibilities was making his dress pants uncomfortably tight; he stripped them off, freeing his shaft to make a telltale bulge beneath his briefs. Alex wrapped his belt around both hands, flipping it around his back to provide a resistance point as he leaned backwards, stretching out his back with a distressingly loud series of 'cracks' from his spine.

If she was interested, and it was a big 'if,' would it be worth giving it a shot? A part of him kept telling himself he was too old, and she was too young. Besides, she probably had a boyfriend of her own; he'd never raised the issue because he didn't want to seem like a creeper, but it only stood to reason. She was smart, gorgeous, great with the kids... she was kind of like the older sister they'd never had, and he had to think of her that way. For their sake. After all; if he was dating her, who'd keep an eye on the two of them?

Finished stretching the kinks out of his back, Alex stripped off his briefs, glaring down at his insistent, deep-red erection.

"Why can't you just let me get some fucking sleep tonight?" He groused, climbing into the shower. He reached over to grab the showerhead, and then finally picked up the unusual smell in the room with him.

For obvious reasons, Alex didn't usually pay attention to the scents in the bathroom. Dirty laundry was typically the most pleasant one there, covered by a layer of vanilla air freshener. He could smell that tonight too, particularly still-wet towels in the hamper waiting to be washed tomorrow. But mixed in with it....

He blushed as his head worked automatically at breaking down the smells, and he realized why his cock was reacting so unusually strongly to his little mental monologue. He reached down and pushed the catch on the hamper, and right there on top of the towels and a pair of jeans was a pair of lacy black panties.

On top of *that* was the smell that had gotten him so wound up; Rachael's arousal had filled the hamper, and now that he'd popped the lid off it was all he could do not to pop right off himself!

"Fuck," he whispered, pushing the lid back down and taking a gasp of slightly clearer air. "Oh man... Rachael, whatever you were doing earlier, you sure enjoyed it, didn't you?"

To Alex's credit, as well as Rachael's, the thought that she'd done something with the boys anywhere nearby never even crossed his mind. Instead, he let other, far more pleasant thoughts run through his head. He left the showerhead where it was... and then popped open the hamper again. He reached in, and gingerly pulled out her panties, taking a deep sniff of her scent. Sweet, lightly fragrant... quite literally, liquid sex. He groaned deeply, letting his mind wander as he turned the water on hot and soaped himself up, squirting a little bit of extra shampoo into his hand for lube as he wrapped it around his swollen member and started to stroke.

He pictured Rachael, taking full advantage of the hour and a half she'd had between putting the boys to bed and his getting home. Obviously she wouldn't have invited a boyfriend over; she'd spent the time enjoying herself. Would she do it in the guest bedroom? Maybe in the front room, watching an adult DVD she'd brought over with her?

No... he knew what he privately hoped she'd been doing. He'd known all along; it wasn't a very complicated fantasy. When he imagined Rachael touching herself, he pictured her in his bed, watching one of the old, unlabelled VHS tapes hidden in the shoebox in the closet. How she found it, he didn't care; maybe looking for a porn stash and just curious what he watched back in the 90's when he was married. What did matter was how she reacted to what she saw.

The tape started playing, showing the old, bare-bones apartment he'd had with Anne back in the day. Before the boys, before they were even married, when they were just shaking up in the early 90's. Himself, back when he was only a couple years older than she was, and Anne, when she was Rachael's age. The two of them fucking, rutting, still too wrapped up in each other to be making love, breaking in the new bed frame they'd bought after they'd managed to break the Saint Vincent's Special they'd moved in with them..

He still had that bed frame; maybe he should have replaced it since then, but there was something special about it in his head. Besides, it was still in good shape, one of the few splurges he'd made with his share of the proceeds after his folks had sold the family bookkeeping practice and moved back to Russia. It had been a stupid, ridiculous thing to splurge on, the accountant in him knew it. He would have been better off using the money to buy a better suit for interviews, or investing in some of the tech stock that was still worth something at that point in the decade.

Anne had justified it by saying it would be cheaper to buy a really good new one than it would be to keep replacing cheap used ones. The implications had won him over without a fight, and he'd never regretted it until she was gone.

But now, in his fantasies and with his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, Rachael was noticing the similarities. Realizing that, yes, she was watching him in the past, a private sex tape he'd only revisited in his drunker moments during the last ten years or so.

Did that added layer of intimacy, of knowing she was in the same bed, watching something that was so much a part of the past he hadn't told her about, turn her on more? Did she picture herself in Anne's place, getting herself plowed in every way two young, somewhat stupid kids in love could come up with? Six hours of videotape, and they'd put a good dent in it that night. Sure, she only had an hour or so to watch it, but he conveniently ignored that fact, imagining that maybe she'd watched it some of the other nights she'd stayed over too, discovering something new about his sex life every time she stayed the night and he worked later than was sensible.

All those times, catching fifteen, twenty minutes, maybe a half-hour or an hour of their rutting. Fast-forwarding through the times when they'd caught a nap, or maybe just watching them sleep and filling in what might happen next with her own fantasies. Her fingers, maybe a bullet vibe, working on her clit, driving her to her own climax. What would she do with those panties most nights? Had they been left in here each time, just in case he'd discover them? Or was tonight something special to her?

Or was it just a coincidence? Something she'd forgotten when she'd come to shower after pleasuring herself, not thinking about, and not knowing that he was in on her little masturbatory secret?

He slipped his hand down a bit further, squeezing his swollen knot, and fought not to howl as he came, spurting his seed against the wall on the opposite end of the shower. He honestly wasn't sure which of those last thoughts had gotten him off more, and he didn't care either.

He knew it was just a fantasy. She'd said it herself earlier; she was only nineteen. He was old enough to be her father. If she'd found that tape, she would have rewound it and stuffed it back in the box, being careful to put it right back where she'd found it so he wouldn't know.

Finding your middle-aged boss' porn stash was one thing. That was naughty, and maybe a little fun. Finding the stash that he was starring in with his dead wife? That was creepy.

He finished up in the shower, taking long enough to clean up that his knot could go down and his cock slide back into his furry sheath. He squeezed the water out of his fur, towelled off, and finally hit the air dryers to fluff his fur back up before climbing out. Finally, he pulled on his briefs and pants for the trip up to his bedroom.

That trip was remarkably long tonight, for whatever reason. Maybe it was knowing that Rachael was in the guest room, just a little bit down the hall. He could check in on her... knock lightly first, of course, see if she was asleep by now, or if... no. He wasn't going to do that to himself, to the boys, or to her. He'd been screwing up that whole 'employer/employee' relationship enough tonight. Maybe he just needed to go out and get laid again, after Thanksgiving was over with. That would take his mind off of it.

He took hold of the doorknob to his room and turned it, quietly grateful that Rudy wasn't scratching away at it after accidentally closing it on himself. He opened the door slowly, not wanting to wake the dachsund before he could get into bed himself.

When the door was open though, Rudy was suddenly the last thing on his mind. There, on his bed, hanging just above the cushion that Rudy was sleeping on, was a hand-written note.

Wrong room, silly!

Rachael had drawn a little heart at the end of it; Alex's felt like it was about to explode in his chest. He looked down the hall, and sure enough, the door to the guest room was open. There weren't any lights on inside, at least not that he could see, but the open door and note were a clear enough invitation. He walked down to the room, and looked in, wondering if she'd fallen asleep while he was in the shower.

Instead, Rachael was wearing a lacy red teddy that barely covered the gentle swells of her breasts, belly, and hips, sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs pressed together demurely, and clearly nothing on beneath the lingerie.

"Took you long enough," she smiled shyly at him.

"If you wanted me to hurry up, you should have left a note downstairs," he chuckled. "Though uhm... I did find your 'note' in the bathroom."

"I figured you would," she blushed. "I was thinking about you when I did that, Alex...."

"Rachael... are you sure about this?" Alex asked her, sitting next to her at the foot of the bed. "Like we said earlier, I'm -"

"Old enough to be my father, I know," Rachael nodded, turning towards Alex and wrapping her arms around his neck. "If it makes you feel better... I'll just call you 'Daddy,'" she teased, pulling herself up to kiss him hungrily, licking at his lips. He moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her back and drawing her close to him.

"I think... I think I like that, actually," he admitted once their lips parted.

"All right then," Rachael smiled slyly. "Did Daddy enjoy himself during his shower?" She asked, shifting around so she was straddling his lap.

"Quite a bit," he rumbled, kissing her again. "Mmm... does Daddy's little girl want to do this in her room, or...?" Rachael blushed brightly.

"If you want to be in your room... can we move Rudy into here first?" She asked him sheepishly. "I don't want to think about him watching... y'know."

Alex chuckled and nodded.

"Don't worry, I understand. I'll move him, you make yourself comfortable," he grinned, waiting for her to slip off of his lap before standing and going to gently move the cushion and its softly snoring occupant from the foot of the bed. When he came back, Rachael was in the middle of the bed, laying on her side and looking at Alex slyly.

"Is it just me, or is this bed a little cold tonight?"

"I think we can fix that," Alex grinned, laying down next to her, drawing her into another kiss. "Mmm... how long have you been planning this?" He asked her, running a finger along the neckline of her teddy.

"Actively, since about quarter to ten," she blushed. "But... well, I brought this along, didn't I? I must have been considering it for a long time...." She nuzzled his throat tenderly, giving him a gently, puppy-like lick on the muzzle. "I know I've thought you were handsome since I started working for you. You've helped me out with quite a few lonely nights... I thought it was only fair I do the same." Alex did his best to hide a flinch.

"So, is this just...."

"Oh, no!" Rachael said quickly, her eyes wide as she realized what it had sounded like. "No, Alex, this isn't just a pity fuck or something... unless maybe it's pity for me," she giggled slightly. "I *want* to do this, really!"

"Good," he sighed with relief. "Mmm... I'm afraid, though, that your cunning plan to get me wound up in the shower worked a little too well," he admitted. "Going to be a while before I'm ready for another round."

"Mmm... whatever will I do, trapped in bed with a hunky husky who isn't hard just yet?" Rachael mock-pouted, licking Alex's nose. "I'm sure I'll deal until you're ready again."

"Hey now," Alex grinned. "Who said anything about you having to just wait? Does my little girl trust her Daddy?"

"Mmm... more than anything," Rachael murred, as he rolled her over onto her back, rolling himself on top of her.

"Then let Daddy take care of you," he told her, starting to kiss his way down her body, moving from one spot to another as his lips pressed against her through the red silk that covered her body.

"Yes Daddy," Rachael giggled, murring and pressing into his kisses as he worked his way down to her chest. She was actually surprised when he bypassed her breasts without anything more than a gentle, loving kiss to the spots that lay on each of them. He continued on down her belly, nuzzling her navel, pressing his nose into it as his hands wrapped around her hips.

"That tickles!" Rachael blushed.

"Oh it does, does it?" Alex chuckled up at her. "Is Daddy's little girl ticklish?" He asked her, sliding one hand down to lightly play at the back of her knee.

"No!" Rachael squealed, trying to curl up, though Alex's body on top of her kept her from doing so.

"Funny, that sounded more like a 'yes' to me!" Alex grinned wickedly. "Don't worry though, I won't take advantage of it... right now."

Instead, he lifted her hips up, catching her teddy in his teeth and pulling it up to expose the delicate folds of her sex, and the same tantalizing scent he'd found in the bathroom.

"No fair," Rachael pouted playfully. "You get to see mine, but...." She shifted her leg to rub it against his crotch.

"All right, brat," Alex smirked. He stood up, undoing his pants and shucking them easily. Rachael rumbled deeply in her throat as she took in the sight of him, nearly naked, the sound growing even wilder when he took off his briefs and revealed himself to her completely.

"I can't wait until your little friend is ready to come out and play again," she murmured, licking her lips.

"Well, you're just going to have to," Alex smiled, kneeling on the floor and spreading her legs to either side of his head. "I, on the other hand, am still feeling hungry after that sandwich."

"Does Daddy want his little girl to make him a snack?" Rachael grinned down at him.

"No need," he grinned back. "I'll make my own." With that, he licked her pussy from the bottom of her fragrant lips to the tender clit at the top. The first few passes of his rough, velvety tongue made her moan, slowly spreading her lips. He pressed his tongue into her, curling it inside of her body as her flavor filled his senses.

"God, Al - Daddy," Rachael whimpered, reminding herself to stay in character. Her toes curled as his fingers found her clit, his stiff, dull claws circling around the hypersensitive flesh. She twisted her leg a bit, rubbing the top of her foot against Alex's sheath.

When the husky gasped, she grinned, keeping up the pressure on the growing hardness on his sheath. His tongue squirmed inside of her with skill born of decades experience at pleasing women, as her foot rubbed against him with the enthusiasm of an eager student learning new tricks. She shifted her toes, rolling his balls across them. Her juices were flowing freely over Alex's muzzle when she felt his solid warmth prod her ankle, and she slipped her foot up to catch his slowly emerging cock between her toes.

Groaning lightly, Alex reached down, pushing her foot back and reluctantly pulling his tongue out of her pussy.

"Daddy!" Rachael whined playfully, though the frustration in her voice at not having that wonderful tongue inside her anymore was genuine.

"I want to teach my little girl a few new tricks," he smirked up at her, dipping his muzzle slightly to lick at her anus.

"Eww!" Rachael squealed, squirming back on the bed. "Alex!"

The husky chuckled, shaking his head slightly.

"You showered earlier, right?" He asked her patiently.

"Well... yes, but...."

"And I'm the one who's down here with an eye on things, right?"

"Uhm... yeah, but I...."

"Yes?"

"I don't...." She blushed, not quite wanting to voice her objection.

"Want me to get the Listerine out of the bathroom, just in case?" He offered. She nodded shyly, blushing even more brightly.

"Tell you what. I'll get that, you fish the condoms out of the nightstand," he grinned, getting up and walking out of the room. Rachael rolled over onto her front, sliding open the drawer in the nightstand and thinking about what he'd done.

It had felt strange, she knew that much. But it wasn't strange in a bad way, really, just... not what she'd been expecting at all. She'd taken cocks there before, and it wasn't like he was going to go that deep with his tongue.

She just knew that she didn't particularly want to go making out with him afterwards!

She told herself that the mouthwash would be enough, pulling out a box of condoms that was buried towards the bottom of the small drawer, behind spare keys and a box of medication. Grabbing the strip of six that were left in it, she wondered if she should rip off a couple of them and put the rest away, or just leave it on the nightstand.

She was just tearing two off of the strip, leaving the rest on top just in case, when she felt Alex's weight shifting onto the bed.

"Mmm... I like this look, honey," he grinned, flipping her lingerie up and out of the way, exposing her ass and stroking it with his hands after setting the bottle of mouthwash on the nightstand next to the condoms. "Now, where were we?"

"Making me have second thoughts about giving Daddy a good-night kiss," she giggled nervously. Something about this position, stretched out with her ass in his hands, felt especially vulnerable. That only increased when 'Daddy' wrapped a hand around her tail, gently guiding her onto her knees.

"Keep your front down; I'm interested in this end at the moment," he rumbled heatedly.

"You know, a girl could take a crack like tha-ooooh my god!" Rachael moaned as Alex leaned down, licking at her anus lightly as he sank two fingers deep into her soaked pussy, starting to finger fuck her skillfully. She didn't even really notice his tongue, focused completely on his fingers as they stretched the walls of her sex, twisting and stretching her body in all the right ways until he found her g-spot, starting to rub it hard. He added a third finger to her sex, starting to slip his tongue into her ass ever so slightly, stretching her out slowly.

"Fuck, Alex, more, put more inside me," Rachael whimpered, completely dropping out of the game they were playing as she revelled in the sensation of Alex working more of his hand into her. The added sensations under her tail blended into the blissful ache of her pussy stretching to accept a fourth finger, and finally Alex's entire hand, sliding up and curling into a fist inside of her.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!" Rachael panted, unable to do anything more than writhe on the bed, her tail lashing back and forth until Alex gave up on tonguing her ass and grabbed it in his jaws to keep her from concussing him too badly. He pumped his arm in and out of her, curling his fist to massage her g-spot with his knuckles every time he buried himself inside of her, bringing it back up to run the backside of his hand along the anterior wall of her slick, spasming cunt.

"I... I...Mmph!" Rachael forced herself to bite down on the pillow in front of her before she could scream, her second orgasm of the night rocking through her body as her pussy clenched down hard around Alex's arm. The husky winced, ignoring the pain that spasmed through one of his fingers as her body seemed to grab hold of his hand and clench. He kept himself right where he was, her juices dripping down his arm as she came hard.

Oh, he was definitely ready for her now, even if he did think she'd managed to sprain his pinkie. He'd deal with that later.

Once her body had relaxed, practically melting against the bed, he pulled his arm out of her, rolling her onto her back again.

"You get the wet spot tonight," he told her, pressing his soaked fingers to her lips. She licked at them tenderly, nodding as she cleaned her flavor off of his hand, suckling each finger separately until his fur was matted with her saliva instead. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss her, the mouthwash completely forgotten.

"Fuck me, Daddy," she whispered as their lips parted.

"Thought you'd never ask," he rumbled hotly, grabbing one of the condoms from the nightstand. Rachael pouted at him, but ended her silent protest at a stern look from him.

"I'm not going to count on your pills, Rach," he told her once he'd ripped the condom open and rolled it down over his cock, stroking himself a couple times until his knot started to swell at the base, locking the latex onto him. "Now... where were we?"

He pressed down onto her body and slid his hips up, her thighs spreading to accept him as his rigid cock found her waiting need like their bodies were made to fit together.

"Right... oooh... here," Rachael moaned, squeezing her body down around him with an inner hunger she'd never felt before. She hadn't been with many boys before, and most of those were just as inexperienced as she was. Alex was in another league entirely, a cock and balls the only thing he had in common with her other lovers.

Everything else was better. He knew what he was doing, and he wasn't so wound up that he'd pop in the first few minutes. His cock pumped in and out of her pussy, his knot slowly swelling as their hips rubbed together. Her fingers curled in Alex's fur, clenching at the thick, soft blanket on his body. Both of them were panting hard with the exertion, neither one able to form words or think about anything more than the rhythmic poetry of flesh sliding against flesh with only the thinnest layer of latex between them.

Finally, Alex's knot was too swollen to fit through the entrance to her body easily. She pulled his powerful chest against her breasts, leaning up so he could hear her whisper a gentle plea.

"Tie me."

"You sure?" He asked her, his lungs heaving with exertion.

"Never more," she nodded. "Want this, Alex!"

The husky drew back one last time, then slid himself forward, his knot pressed against that tight ring of muscle. He curled his toes against the footboard of the bed, pressing forward as she reached up, bracing herself against the headboard. A low growl built in his throat as she whimpered and wriggled, trying to fit his knot into her body. Finally, already stretched by Alex's hand, her pussy stretched the little bit more it needed to accept him fully, and his hips slapped against hers again.

Instinct took over, the two of them grinding together desperately. Rachael grabbed Alex's face, kissing him like she'd never get another chance. She tightened the walls of her body, making the muscles there ripple along his swollen knot and rigid shaft.

That was all it took. Alex threw his head back, his lust-addled mind not able to think clearly enough to remind him that he probably should try to keep quiet. He let out a howl, claiming his mate in a language older than civilization, his balls pulling up close to his body to spill their contents into the latex sheath keeping him from claiming her that completely.

The two of them fell against each other, kissing and licking at each other's faces. Neither one noticed when Seth and Rod sleepily peeked into the room, grinned, and silently closed the door.