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Chapter 3

Having May around was good for the house at least. Gus liked coming home to a clean and tidy place after his shift. All he had to do was not speculate too much on what his sister was doing with his dog. He mentally filed it under 'stuff Gus don't need to know' and got on with his day to day. He'd done such a good job of not thinking about it, that when his and May's cousin called, it never crossed his mind.

Gus was doing an inventory on stationary in the cupboards at work when his mobile went off. He picked it up and balanced it between his cheek and shoulder as he counted the packets of staples the fire-station had.

"Gus's Emporium of Life-sized Insects," he said, out of habit.

"Hey Gussy, it's June," came the cheerful voice on the other end. Gus grinned broadly, putting down his notepad and taking hold of the phone properly.

"Oh hey June, long time no speak. What favour you after today?" he teased. June was a terrible one for begging favours she never really repaid.

"I need a room, I'm up your way for a convention and don't want to shell out for a hotel. Also it'd actually be nice to, y'know, see you or something!"

"Sure, no problem. When are you up?"

"I'm on my way now! Oh shit, the filth. Gotta go!"

Once she'd hung up and Gus had tutted over her using her mobile while driving, he realised May was staying with him.

"Oh fuckbeans!" he smacked himself in the head with his phone. She wasn't going to like this, he couldn't remember that she'd seen June since they'd all been children. He phoned her up to warn her that June was inbound.

May hung up on him.

She was livid and immediately the tightening feeling in her throat that heralded a panic attack set in. She hurried to the kitchen and started getting together biscuits and other 'hide-out' foods so she could lock herself in her room until the dreadful stranger left. Davy padded after her, wagging his tail and whining slightly, catching her anxiety. He leaned his great head on her thigh as she hurried about and it called her back to reason long enough to pet him.

"I'm just ... it's just that there's a stranger coming, baby," she said miserably.

When Gus returned home later, he saw June's car in the driveway and the woman herself sat on the bonnet. She waved to him with a grin. She had the same brown hair and brown eyes as himself and May, but with a better tan than both of them. Not that it was hard to be more tanned than May, who was pasty white. She pushed herself energetically off the bonnet.

"Hey Gussy!" she hugged him when he got out of his car.

"Hey, you've been out here long?" he asked.

"Just an hour," she said.

They traded pleasantries as he let her in and took her suitcase up to the secondary guest room in the attic.

"May's staying with me for a while, she's got the main guest room, sorry," he said, putting her suitcase next to the small bed. June grinned lopsidedly.

"Wow, I may even get to see my cousin May. This will be a historic occasion," she said, undoing the clips on one suitcase and taking out a folded up outfit made of short, dense fake fur.

"What are you going as this year?" asked Gus, watching her hang the fursuit up on one of the eaves to let the wrinkles drop out.

"Couple of game characters," she said, nodding back to the case. Gus crouched to see if he recognised any of the designs. He only really knew one and said so. June kicked him over easily from his precarious balance.

"You, sir, are a philistine," she told him loftily. After she'd hung up all six fursuits, all but the first made of a longer fur fabric, she went down into the kitchen with him.

"Where's Davy?" she asked, surprised she wasn't bowled over by the great hound.

"Probably with May, she's very soft on him," Gus said, feeling his ears go red as he tried not to think how soft.

Gus texted May from the kitchen, to ask if she'd had any dinner. He received a negative response and started to cook for all three of them.

"Doesn't she come down ever?" asked June, eying his phone.

"She doesn't cope well with strangers, you probably won't see her at all, I'm afraid. She's improved so much with me that I plum forgot actually," he said, frying some bacon with mince in preparation for spaghetti bolognaise.

June told him he was a wretched brother and then proceeded to get underfoot in the big kitchen while she pranced about trying to help. Gus banished her to the living room while he finished, and took May's dinner up to her room before serving himself and June.

May was so pent up she was in no mood for Davy's advances and the dog eventually scratched to be let out, knowing his master was soon to go to bed and he wanted to sleep there. May let him out and sulked. Gus had said the interloper would be here for two days. She pulled a blanket over her head and hoped the time would go quickly.

May's self-imposed hermitage was fascinating to June, she wondered about this cousin she barely remembered, even as she went about meeting her friends at the convention, posed for photographs and drank herself daft at the bar. On the second night, after getting a taxi back from the after party at 3am, June let herself into the house, shushing the pot plant near the door. Gus and his car were gone, he had the graveyard shift until 7am. Which meant it was just June and May in the house. June wandered lopsidedly up to her guest room and looked at her only unworn fursuit. It was her favourite one, with the fur like velvet and several features she didn't ordinarily include.

June stripped off her partying clothes and put the bag with the day's costumes on her bed. Feeling giggly, she went into her suitcase and started to pull out the accessories that went with her favourite suit. She buckled her strap-on around her hips and settled the PVC 'panties' so they lay snuggly against her mound and ass. The soft, jelly-dong shaped like a dog's cock bobbed and swayed as she fumbled her legs into her fursuit. While intoxicated, it took a little time to thread the soft dildo through the sheath on the front of the suit. June settled her breasts into the built-in cups and threaded her arms into the sleeves before zipping up the back.

She wriggled in delight at the feeling of the soft fabric against her naked skin and ran her hands over her caged breasts, squeezing and caressing them before sliding her hands down her stomach and back to check her springy dog-tail was hanging free and not caught up in the zip. The bedroom only had a small mirror so June wandered downstairs to the bathroom so she could admire herself in the long mirror there.

She posed for several photos from her own phone, silking her fingers up her pliable, imitation dog cock or stroking her breasts. Feeling a bit thirsty, June started back towards the stairs, thinking to go down to the kitchen when she heard a kind of whimpering and panting from May's room. She grinned with mischief when she reached her door and crouched to peer in through the keyhole.

She couldn't see much, just a pair of hips and legs off the side of the bed, and Davy between them, visibly humping. June watched, fascinated, appalled and very aroused, as she heard the soft whimpers and groan of a woman climaxing. She fondled her own dog cock as she watched, fascinated that Davy had clearly knotted completely with her cousin, as he turned around and waited.

June watched until the couple separated and Davy came up to the door, she scrambled to the side when the dog scratched to be let out. She stayed out of sight while the door opened to let Davy out, then closed again. June watched the dog trundle off down the hall to Gus's room and peeped back in through the keyhole. Her cousin was pulling on her nightgown.

June scurried out of the way again when her cousin approached the door. She slipped behind a corner so she could watch May head towards the bathroom. June's loins burned as she watched May's perky, heart-shaped ass swing down the corridor. Maybe if her cousin enjoyed dog cock so much ...?

June stalked her to the bathroom and hid behind the corner to listen to her using the facilities. May was so shy she would probably keel over dead if June came up to talk to her. That was not what June wanted her to do. Keel over in ecstasy maybe, but death was just not on her list.

June returned to her room to get undressed and spent a fruitful few minutes throbbing her fingers over her clitoris, her arousal so high it took barely any time to bring herself to orgasm. She lay panting in the afterglow and decided, as she started to sober up, that maybe she'd just have to settle for taking videos of May with Davy. Just for her own needs. That decided, she fell asleep from all the excitement.

May sent a text to Gus to ask why the stranger was still in the house after the two days had elapsed. Gus told her what June had told him; that she had some friends around the area she would like to visit. May frowned and shook her head. She really wanted to walk Davy. The garden would do just fine for that, she supposed. She dressed in her usual long skirt, to hide she wasn't wearing any underwear and a blouse. It was sunny outside but not warm, so she pulled on her cardigan while she called for the hound.

Davy came bounding up, looking delighted, his tail wagging hard enough to shake his whole body. He liked walks with May more than Gus, primarily because Gus wouldn't get down on his hands and knees and be mounted. He snuffled around May's crotch while she tried to get down the stairs and panted as though amused when she shoved his head away with her hand.

"Wait!" she insisted, peering around but nobody was downstairs. She let herself and Davy out through the kitchen door and the dog bounded away over the lawn, barking merrily. May settled down to a nice, relaxing walk. The trees in Gus's half wild garden shielded the house and grounds from the terrifying outside world and flowers exploded in riotous patches everywhere. May walked to the gazebo, half lost in a tangle of bindweed, and whistled for Davy. She got down onto her hands and knees as he bounded in and slipped her skirt up over her back to reveal her naked sex. Davy immediately came running, sniffing at her slit eagerly and starting to bathe it with his tongue. May's mouth formed a small 'oh' of delight as his wide, hot tongue muscled into her folds and tickled her labia. It was only a few licks before he hoisted himself up onto her hips and forced himself into her, rocking her body with his animal lust.

What she didn't know was that June, seeing her cousin going out into the garden, had been running from window to window to keep a good view of her, and was now filming her with a zoom lens. June bit her lip as she watched her cousin arch and pout in the dog's bestial grip. Her own pussy began to swell and juices dampened her panties. She tried not to breathe too heavily, the camera would pick it up, but she wished she was close enough to hear May's soft gasps and moans.

There had to be some way to get May to accept her presence.