Chapter 1

The wind beat a harsh song on her window and Kate crept further under her blankets. She hated the night; it was always so dark and scary. Who knew what terrors waited out there in the pitch black? She hopped out of her bed and opened the door to her bedroom.

"Max!" she whispered frantically into the hall. "Maxie, come here!" The family's black Lab loped into the room sleepily, settling himself at the foot of her bed as she slipped off to the land of Nod.

Kate awoke to the tickly sensation of something wet on her tummy; the covers had fallen away from her, and Max was licking her stomach. She giggled quietly, liking the dog's awkward sense of humor. No one understood him quite like she did. After a minute or so, Max's tongue made her feel good in a way she would never admit to anyone. At twelve years old, Kate knew what those feelings in her stomach meant... but she didn't think it mattered that she was getting them from Max. She gasped softly as his nose pushed against her panties and he smelled her private spot. Her stomach churned wildly. She would never let a boy touch her where Max was putting his nose - but Max wasn't a boy; surely this wasn't the same thing. He started licking her panties and breathing on her, and her own breath came quicker.

"Oh no! Max!! You got my new butterfly panties all wet!" she exclaimed, jumping up out of the bed. "You'd better hope dog slobber washes out..." She took her panties off and put them in the sink of the bathroom that was joined to her bedroom.

She sat back down on the bed, drawing her knees up to her chin and staring at Max, not knowing what to think of everything. He whimpered softly and nudged her knees apart with his head; she spread her legs to make room for his body, and jumped as his nose touched the wet spot between her thighs. He started licking her again, frantically this time... and she was surprised to find herself pushing up towards his muzzle. She would never have guessed this would feel so good - even better without her panties on! She shuddered as his flat tongue rubbed her lower lips over and over again, giving equal attention to her folds and her clit. Then he stopped for a minute, and whimpered again. She wondered what it would feel like to put him in her own mouth... she stumbled into the bathroom and brought back a warm soapy washcloth. She wanted to wash him off, just in case he was dirty down there. He stepped off of the bed and she reached between his hind legs, rubbing and pulling on the pink shaft that was now sticking out. Her hand fluttered over the sac that hung behind and then went back to the shaft; she smiled as he pushed it back and forth in her hand. She hurriedly rinsed the washcloth and then the parts she had just soaped up, eager to taste them.

Kate sat on the bed facing Max, and bent down between his front legs to lick his pink boy part. It didn't really have an identifiable taste - it was just kind of slick and soft on her tongue. She took it in her mouth and sucked it softly, feeling that ache in her privates again as he pushed it in and out of her mouth. She lay down on the bed and spread her legs, pushing a finger down over her pink lips and coaxing Max in that direction. The dog took a few half-hearted licks, wetting her thoroughly and quickly, and then he lay down on top of her... she didn't know what he was doing at first, but she quickly figured it out. She remembered Mom telling her not to let a boy do this to her until she was older, but Max was different. It wasn't the same, and she was sure it wouldn't matter if Max did it. She remembered that sex was supposed to hurt the first time, but then she thought of that brat Crystal at school telling her that no nice man would want to marry her because her hymen was all messed up from so much horseback riding. She knew that her "hymen" had something to do with sex and something to do with the pain, so maybe it would be different for her. She felt the dog's stomach muscles flex against her as the tip of his boy part sought her private heat.

Kate had no idea what to do, so she just closed her eyes and waited, keeping her legs as wide open as she could. She felt like he was trying to push a hole through where there wasn't supposed to be a hole... and she gasped as he just kept pushing and pushing -- then suddenly, he was inside! She felt stretched to the limit as he sat inside her, and then he pulled out a little bit... and then he pushed all of it back in. She could feel the tip of him nudging against something inside, and it felt better than she would have thought. It was slow going because she was so tight inside, but she got wetter as Max pumped in and out gently. She wrapped her legs around him lightly and ever-so-carefully; it was a precarious arrangement because his body wasn't used to fucking like this and her body wasn't used to a penis inside it. She grabbed the headboard of her bed as his pants got louder in her ear, and she pushed her hips up to meet his thrusts. She felt something swelling inside, and she moaned as his penis got harder and faster. There was a large knot in his boy part, and she gasped every time it went out and pushed past her tight hole. Finally, it was too big to come out again... and then she felt something squirting out of him and filling her up. She was breathing really hard now and rubbing the top of her private part against Max's lower stomach. She squeezed down on him, feeling her muscles move inside. Max was stuck and she didn't know what to do but wait. She fell asleep with his rock hard dick inside her, swollen and stuck.

Kate woke to the sound of morning birds outside her window. Someone was knocking on her door, too. She grabbed the covers and hid her naked lower body just a second before her dad came in her room.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead!" he said brightly. Thankfully, Max was sleeping on the floor and her dad didn't decide to pull the covers away and make her get up. "Breakfast will be in fifteen minutes, so if you're going to eat this morning you'd better get out of bed." With a peck to her cheek and that final exclamation, her father left the room. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief, sitting on the edge of her bed and spreading her legs to see if there was any blood. There wasn't, but as she spread her legs Max stood and walked over to sniff her bare crotch. He started licking her inner lips and her breath came faster as pleasure washed over her. She clutched her knees and pushed her privates against his face, moving her hips as he continued to lick. She didn't hear her bedroom door open a second time, and she didn't know that her brother was silently watching Max lick her... but watch he did, and he stood there until she cried out softly with her first orgasm of the day. He shut the door quietly and left before she slumped back on the bed with a sigh.

"Max, you're such a good boy."

The school day passed without incident, but on the walk home from school Kate noticed a group of boys laughing and jeering at two dogs. As she got closer she saw that the dogs were having sex, and she felt her legs get weak and the spot between her legs get all warm and wet. She ached as they grunted, and she briefly envied the female as she was taken from behind.

When she got home, she dropped her books on the table and called out to see if anyone was home. When no one answered her, she called Max into the room. She scratched his chin and then filled his water bowl. He still had some food, so she decided to take him for a walk. As they strolled around the block, she scolded herself for watching him pee on various trees; his pee was none of her concern. Once they were both inside and she had put his leash away, she pulled her panties down her legs and off, and lifted her skirt up just enough to let Max see her private part. He rushed forward to her and nuzzled up between her legs, sniffing her and starting to lick. She saw his pink shaft peek out of its sheath and she pushed him back a bit so she could touch it and make it come all the way out. When his whole penis was sticking out, she got down on her hands and knees in front of Max and turned so that her rear end was in his face. He licked her privates again, and then put his paws up on her back. Kate held her breath, eager to know what it was like to play the part of the female dog. His penis slid below her lower lips and he leaned against her as his paws encircled her waist. Then his hips moved back and he repositioned his boy part just behind her small hot hole.

"Uh!" she exclaimed as he shoved his penis into her hard and fast. She was a little sore from last night, but it wasn't enough to stop her from wanting this. His soft scrotum thumped against her as he pumped in and out of her tight slot. She swayed back and forth as he filled her with his meat, and pushed her closer to the edge.

Someone was watching Kate again, and she didn't even know it. Standing at the top of the stairs, her 16-year-old brother Jack was transfixed by the sight of his little sister getting a good solid fuck from their dog Max. He touched himself through his jeans and wondered what it would be like to stick it in her, but then he realized how wrong those thoughts were and he banished them. He went back to his room and lay down in his bed, staring at the ceiling as though that could make the feelings go away. It didn't work.

Kate laid her head down on the floor and pushed her ass up into Max's thrusts, quivering as the pleasure rocketed through her body. She felt him swelling inside her again and then came the wet squirting up into her vagina. She shuddered through her orgasm and then waited patiently for him to subside. He turned so that their butts were facing each other, and stood panting and waiting. When he was regular sized again, he slid out of her with a wet sound and she stood. She smoothed her skirt with shaking hands and picked her panties up off the floor, patting his head as she walked into the kitchen. She shuffled through the cabinets until she found the bag with his treats in it.

"Max, come here boy!" She handed him two of the bacon-flavored strips and smiled. "Damn good dog." She sat down at the kitchen table and shoved her panties into her backpack. Homework was her next concern. She shuffled through the books, doing math and then spelling - leaving science for last.

Kate's mom and dad finally came home, and she was still working on science. Max had taken up residence under the kitchen table, and when her dad asked about school she mumbled something about a parent-teacher conference that she was supposed to have told them about two weeks before.

"What? Why do they want to talk to us? Are you doing okay in science, honey?" her mother asked, concern etching lines on her face.

"I think they're worried because I don't like the other kids." She shrugged. It didn't matter what her teachers thought - they were dumb anyway. Her parents and her dog were the only ones who mattered to her. Jack walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, deliberately not looking in Kate's direction. And Jack, he was important too. She continued reading as her mother gave her dad a knowing look. She always thought she knew the answer, which was okay because most of the time she did - but probably not this time. Her parents left the kitchen saying something to Kate, but she didn't hear as Max chose that moment to stick his nose under her skirt and between her legs, giving her naked crotch a tentative lick. Jack noticed her jump, but didn't say anything. He could see Max's tail sticking out from underneath the floor-length tablecloth, but Kate didn't know he could see it. He felt himself bulge in his pants - he wanted to lick what Max was licking so badly that he could almost taste it. He sat down beside her and smiled.

"How's the homework going?" he asked.

"Fine," she replied in a clipped, anxious voice. She twitched as Max nudged her hole with his nose, and then continued to lick. Her breath was a little rushed, but Jack pretended not to notice. He put his arm around her shoulders in a brief gesture of friendship.

"Well, if you need any help-" He took a deep drink of his orange juice. "You know where I am." He glanced longingly at her meager bosom, heaving as it was with hidden pleasure. He wanted to feel the swell of her newly formed breasts in his palms... he wanted to make her scream with agonizing ecstasy, but it was never to be. He stood and pushed his chair in with a sigh.

Kate shooed Max away from her hot wet spot as soon as Jack left the room. She really wanted to come again, but it would have to wait until they could be alone. She scribbled a few nonsensical answers on her science paper and slammed the book shut, determined to find something fun that would take her mind off of Max and his penis. Just then she heard a sharp rapping on the screen door; it was her only friend in this world, Amy.

"Come in, MeeMee." Amy and Kate had known each other since preschool, when Kate couldn't bother with pronouncing the 'A' at the beginning of Amelia Becker's first name. "What's up?" Amy crossed her arms crossly in response.

"My dumb-headed brother is having a sleepover tonight, and I can't stand any of his dorky friends. I was hoping I could stay over here?" It was more than a subtle hint, but that was as close to subtle as Amy was ever going to get.

"Sure," Kate said. "Wait, maybe I should ask my parents." She jumped up from the kitchen table and bolted to the stairs. "Mom? Dad? Can MeeMee stay the night?" When she saw that no reply was forthcoming, she called for Jack. "Jack? Where's Mom?"

His reply was brief and to the point: "She and Dad went out for the night. Don't you even remember them telling you goodbye? Anyway, if you want a friend over you have to be in bed by eleven." She groaned. He was such a pig about bedtimes. When she glanced back at Amy, she noticed her friend's face was flushed and her eyes were focused at the top of the staircase.

"Oh no... you don't. Oh no!" Kate buried her face in her hands and started laughing.

"What?!" Amy was immediately defensive. She continued in a whisper: "You have a crush on my brother?"

"No! Of course not... well, maybe. So what's the big deal? You used to like my stupid brother! So we both have--"

"But your stupid brother isn't four years older than me!" She stuck her tongue out at the thought. Amy punched her in the arm and they ran laughing into the den. They collapsed on the couch and turned on the TV to mask their giggles and their shouts as they had a test of wills. It started with a punching contest, and then it turned into pinching, and then it was staring. After a while, the test of wills grew boring and Amy perked up with a question.

"What do you think of Cameron?" They were at the precarious age when boys could either have cooties or be cute, but not both... and it sounded suspiciously like a trick question to Kate.

"Why? Who wants to know?" She grinned.

"Just me, dummy. I can't decide what to do about him. He's nice and all that, and he has a huge crush on me, but I just don't like him that way... ya know?" Kate sort of knew, but she tested the waters anyway.

"You mean, the way you like my brother?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Like that. So what do I say? What do I do?" The question got more complicated by the second.

"I don't know." She shrugged. "I don't think anybody's ever liked me that way, so I don't know what I'd do. You liking my brother is still a mystery to me."

"Oh, Jack?" She sighed. "He's great! He has the cutest teeth when he smiles; the corner ones are kind of pointy, like vampire teeth, and the others are all really straight and white... and his hair is all curly and wild... and I bet it's so soft. I'd never have the guts to touch it--" Kate suddenly recalled the only time she'd ever touched his hair, which was when he was 12 and she was eight and he'd destroyed most of her baby dolls; she managed to pull most of his hair out, and it had taken both of their parents to detach her from his head... Amy was still talking.

"Have you ever noticed the way he dresses? He always looks good and he's always wearing something black. Ooh! I forgot his eyes... they're the dreamiest silvery-blue color. I could stare at his eyes all stinkin' day!" Amy took a deep breath. "And he's smart, too." Kate nodded. She knew that last part; he tried to help her in school so often that sometimes it became annoying. She felt a little guilt over that, but it was too late to take back her annoyance now.

"Have you ever let a boy touch you in a sexy way?" The question jolted Kate out of her memories, and brought her back to the den and the smelly old couch.

"Like how?" Amy rolled her eyes. "Here or here, dingbat," she said, pointing to her crotch and her chest. Kate looked at the floor.

"No."

"Well don't look all ashamed. I haven't either." She looked back up. "But I sure have wanted it. What about you? Have you ever wanted somebody to touch you there?"

Kate nodded, looking at the floor again and thinking of Max and his tongue. Amy edged closer to her friend and leaned forward, letting her small breasts drag over Kate's knees as she reached for the remote control on the coffee table. She put the channel on a nature show and she turned the volume up; it was two lions having sex, and Kate sensed her privates getting achy and damp.

"I'll be turning 13 next Sunday, so then you can't tell me your brother's four years older than me anymore." A small smile bent her lips, but hardly enough to make a difference.

"He's still way too much older..." Kate's voice trailed off as Amy reached across their bodies and touched her breast. "Does that feel good at all?"

"Sure... I mean, yes." Her hand inched its way around the slight curve of Kate's tit and squeezed it gingerly, experimentally. Amy eased the shirt up over her friend's breast and poked the nipple with her fingertips; it went from being pink mush to a ripe little berry on her chest, and she gasped as Amy pinched and pulled at it. She was really wet now, and she wished she could do something about it. Amy sat up and put one leg over Kate's lap so that she was straddling her and facing her bare breast, and she lowered her head to take the hard nipple in her mouth. She massaged the other tit with her left hand as her mouth worked on Kate's left side, and Kate somehow found the presence of mind to do something in return. She slipped her hand under Amy's skirt and up between her legs. Amy's panties were quite soaked, and she moaned deep in her throat as Kate rubbed her wetness through the satin. Her fingers found the edge of the panties, and pushed them aside. Amy was biting harder now, but not so hard that it hurt... and she stilled completely when Kate's hand met her bare flesh. Kate tried to remember what her own body was like when Max had first fucked her, and she pushed her fingers along the folds of flesh searching for that little raw nub that made everything feel so good. Amy whimpered when she found it. She swirled around it with her finger, letting the moisture from Amy's body keep it lubricated and moving smoothly. Amy's hips started moving back and forth, and Kate knew she was doing something right.

Kate pushed the older girl gently away from her breast and back on the couch, so that she could get on top of her and touch her some more. She pulled her sticky white panties down her legs and noticed immediately that Amy had a lot more hair between her legs.

"Wow," she whispered. Amy's breasts had been a little bigger than Kate's since they had started developing, but Kate was finally catching up in that department. Hair was something she didn't have a lot of, but it didn't matter either way to her... Amy looked suddenly nervous, but Kate put up a finger to cover her closed mouth and smiled secretively. She hunched down over her friend's legs and lowered her face so that their respective lips were mere inches apart. She pushed back the outer layers with her fingertips, and noticed the pleasure nub immediately. She stuck her tongue out and poked it. Amy practically leaped in the air, and Kate smiled as her friend clutched the arm of the couch. She let her tongue glide down along the shimmering skin and then down to where she remembered her hole being. Sure enough, there it was... but it was so tiny! How would anything ever fit in there? Kate's tongue snaked around the hole like a predator, flicking and poking at it deviously... pushing and prodding and slowly gaining access. Amy's legs kept spreading wider and wider open, and Kate could feel her hips thrusting up toward her face. She held Amy's rump firmly with her hands, and forced her tongue in her virgin hole just a tiny bit... and then a little bit more, and then a little bit more...

Amy was getting really loud, but Kate didn't notice - she was too busy. The sounds brought Jack to the door; he thought someone was hurt, so he opened the door to the den and stopped cold. He stared as though frozen -- he couldn't believe his baby sister was eating someone out! It was like his wildest fantasy coming true! His raging erection was pushing against his pants and starting to ache for release... he tore himself away from the scene and hurried to his room where he proceeded to jerk off three times in a row, imagining himself inside his sister the whole time.

Kate started sucking on Amy's clit, fingering herself as Amy shifted and moaned. It was fun making someone come! She pulled her head up and moved her torso over Amy's, yanking her own skirt up so their cunts could kiss. She squeezed and sucked Amy's creamy white breasts while their pelvises ground out the rest of the world. Her hand found it's way between their slits, and she felt Amy's flesh quivering and heard her breath coming in short gasps; she figured now was the time, if she was going to do it. She plunged her middle finger into Amy and then shoved her index finger in beside it.

"Oh! Oh God..." Amy's ass lifted off the couch to drive Kate's fingers deeper inside her. Kate moved her hand faster and pressed Amy's clit with the base of her palm, thankful she'd been taking piano lessons since she was three. The couch springs were creaking mightily, and there was even a slight thumping deep in the furniture as the girls clutched at each other and grunted their exclamatory passions to the walls. Amy finally came with a wail and a rib-cracking squeeze to her newfound lover's body.

She lay panting beneath Kate for a full minute before remembering that there was another person in the house.

Amy gasped "Oh crap! Do you think Jack heard me?!" Kate shrugged and sat up slowly, trying not to spoil the delicate mood that was floating around the den.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no!" She was wringing her hands and looking way too stressed out.

"Calm down, Amy. I'm sure if he'd heard anything, he would have come down... and he certainly didn't do that, did he?" Amy shook her head, eyes wide and innocent despite her recent experience. "He was probably listening to his funky music and reading some poetry or something. He's strange like that." Kate reached over to smooth Amy's denim skirt down over her thighs. She picked the remote up off the floor and switched off the television.

"Why don't we go make some popcorn and steal some of Jack's movies to watch? Maybe he'll even let us watch the Super Horror Freakshow..." She looked into Amy's face for some sign that her friend was still in there.

"Cool!" She was.

Chapter 2

As their corn popped, Amy started giggling and poking Kate and making exaggerated sex faces. Kate stuck her tongue out and squinted her eyes shut in the most horrible face she could come up with, and Jack walked in while her eyes were closed and began tickling her savagely. She screeched and twitched, trying to wrench out of his arms and get away... but he was too strong. She laughed so hard that she started choking on her own air, and Jack suddenly stopped.

"You okay?" He leaned down to the floor where she sat trying to catch her breath, and she leaped up to squeeze his ribs in a surprise attack. He yelled and stumbled back into Amy and they all tumbled to the floor, laughing and rolling around like puppies. Finally, Jack had them both pinned and basically immobilized.

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" The girls exchanged devious glances. "You have to let us go get our popcorn; we have to put the cheese on it while it's still hot or it won't melt. You can have some when it's ready." Kate's cheesy-popcorn offer was enticing, but Jack was no fool.

"I can't let you both go or you'll ambush me, so I'm only going to let one of you go... Amy, go get your popcorn and Katie's going to stay here as my hostage. You'd better come back in here, or I'll have to come after you." His voice was laced with playful menace, and Amy giggled as she mumbled "okay." He moved his arm just enough to let her slip out from under his body and scamper into the kitchen.

"Now, what am I going to do with you?" he quizzed his remaining captive. "You who tries to get me with a sneak attack." She noticed that his eyes really were pretty; when the light slanted one way they were blue, and then he'd glance away and they'd be silver. She also became acutely aware of the fact that she wasn't wearing panties under her skirt. His eyes narrowed and he studied her closely for a moment, making her breath catch in her throat. His lips were plush pink specimens and his teeth were indeed pointed like a vampire's (or at least the corner ones were)... and his hair fell perfectly slanted across his forehead... he even smelled good. What is wrong with me?! Kate wondered.

"Does Amy have a crush on me?" he asked, after a brief moment of contemplation. The question caught her off guard, so her response was something of a mistake.

"Yes-- I mean, No... I don't know. I can never tell with her. She's weird." That wasn't exactly true - she could tell precisely and all the time - but she wasn't about to admit it to him. He glanced up as Amy came back into the room with a blue bowl in her hand, and Kate found herself staring at his lip ring as he pulled away from her and stood up.

"I think I'm gonna have to take a raincheck on that popcorn, ladies. I have homework to attend to." Jack left the room and took the stairs two at a time, leaning against the wall at the top to listen.

The girls burst into giggles simultaneously.

"Can you believe he was holding us down?!" cooed Amy. "I still can't believe he touched me... God, I'll never wash this shirt again!" Kate smacked her friend and grinned.

"You never wash that shirt anyway." She just couldn't leave well enough alone. "MeeMee's got a cru-ush! MeeMee's got-- OUCH!" Amy took a dive into Kate's stomach and they flopped on the floor again. They were too tired to fight, so they just lay on the carpet looking at each other. Amy rolled over on top of Kate and kissed her softly, just barely touching her lips... and Kate opened her mouth to invite a French kiss. She'd only done it once before, and that was on a dare, but she figured she had nothing left to lose. Amy's tongue touched hers lightly, and it was like licking a battery, only more powerful. Kate was too exhausted to do anything more than kiss, so they lay there and kissed. Their tongues danced like elves, and they touched each other gently, as though afraid of breaking each other.

Kate suddenly remembered the whole movie idea. "We should go get some movies while he's still awake," she suggested. Amy stood and pulled her friend up off the floor; they headed for the stairs as Jack scrambled to his room. He flipped on his radio and grabbed a book off his dresser. He was laying on his bed 'studying' when Kate knocked on his door.

"It's open." They spilled into his room, demanding his complete attention though they were unaware of it.

"I know it was open, but I wanted you to say we were welcome." He looked at her hard. "Even though you really weren't?" It was a lie.

"Whatever. Can we borrow a couple movies? There's nothing to do, and you have the best movie collection in creation." Kate cut to the chase as Amy poked around in his stuff, looking as though her eyes might fall out of her head at any moment.

"You know where they are," he said, pointing at his closet and trying not to stare at her. He watched her legs as she walked to the closet door and stepped inside, flipping the switch as she went.

"God it's a mess in here..." He smiled sheepishly, embarrassed about the mess for the first time in his life. "Hey, can we watch Super Horror Freakshow?" She sashayed out of the closet with some movies tucked under her arm and one in her hand, pointed at him like a weapon. "You said that if I got an A in science I could borrow it sometime, and I got an A last quarter." He frowned.

"Last quarter? I think that's expired by now. You should have watched it sooner..."

"No fair!" She chucked the movie at him and handed the other movies to Amy, preparing for a full-scale debate. "You can't just say that an A expires! There're no grounds for that. I was even nice to you and--"

"OKAY! You can watch the stupid movie... but on one condition: I have to watch it with you and fast forward through the really bad parts." She thought for a moment; by "bad" did he mean nudity or violence? No way to know without asking, and it was a dumb question anyway.

"Sounds good to me. Just don't eat all the popcorn." He couldn't help but watch her ass as she walked out of his room. I can't believe I'm doing this, he thought.

After the girls had settled down in the den, turned the TV on and placed their precious popcorn between them, they called up to Jack. "Are you ready yet, pieface?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." His voice faded away as he came down the steps and caught the faint scent of sex lingering in the air.

"Wow! You really broke out the heavy artillery," Amy said as he dropped two bags of chips, a bag of cookies and two packs of m&ms on the coffee table. He set two cans of ice-cold soda on the glass with a clunk, and smiled.

"Being the oldest has its perks." He stuck the movie in the VCR, pressed play, and opted to sit on the floor near Kate's end of the couch because Amy would probably have a coronary if he sat by her. He knew crushes could be intense.

The movie started quietly, in a hospital, but soon there were dead bodies walking around and all kinds of freaky happenings. Kate and Amy even screamed a few times when certain monsters jumped out or snuck up on someone. He glanced up to the couch and noticed that they were hugging each other in fear - and caught himself looking up Kate's skirt, trying to see what was no longer covered by panties. He looked back at the TV and decided not to even look up again. He grabbed the remote and started to fast-forward through the sex scene. Kate lunged for his hand and pushed play before he could get the remote back.

"What are you doing?" He snatched the remote from her and pushed stop, hiding it under the couch. "I thought we had an agreement!"

"And I thought that by 'bad' you meant gory. That's just sex, and we want to watch it! We're not toddlers, you know." She had a point; it wasn't that bad. Why not? He sighed.

"Okay, but if you tell mom or dad..."

"We won't! Just turn it back on already, and rewind it to where it starts." He complied and they sat enraptured.

The main guy was kissing some girl on her neck, and he had his hands under her shirt. As he put a hand down her pants, Kate's crotch got really hot. She figured Amy was feeling similarly, and since they'd covered themselves with the blanket from the back of the couch during the scary part, she thought a little fondling would be okay. She slipped her hand between Amy's legs and parted her second lips. Amy caught her breath and stared at the TV as the guy started pulling the girl's pants down and positioned himself between her legs so he could eat her out. Kate rubbed Amy's slit slowly, feeling her fingers get wet and slick with Amy's juices. Then the guy pulled his pants down and even though the camera angle didn't let you see any nudity, they were obviously fucking. Kate stuck her finger inside Amy and rubbed her clit with her thumb. Her breath was coming really fast, but it was quiet compared to the moans and groans coming from the television. Amy's cunt clenched around Kate's fingers as her friend pushed and rubbed and finger-fucked her through the whole sex scene; a zombie suddenly appeared and Amy let out a gasp, thinking it was okay since the monster had finally made his appearance. She started to shudder and thankfully, more zombies started appearing to make her gasping orgasm sound like gasps of surprise. She clutched Kate's hand in her own and pushed it against her clit while the throbbing in her loins subsided. Kate's fingers slipped out of her friend with a soft appreciative smack.

Kate leaned forward to grab one of the soda cans with her other hand. She didn't open it just yet, but lifted Amy's shirt and laid the freezing cold can against her nipple - smiling as her friend twitched and seemed about to jump out of her skin.

"Amy," Jack's voice seemed so sexy at that very moment. "It's not that scary, really." He looked at her and smiled, knowing that something was going on under that cover but not knowing exactly what and dying to know all the same.

"She's just a ridiculous scaredy cat," Kate replied, giggling at her cleverness. She slid the can away from Amy's breast slowly and looked back at the movie screen. Amy slumped back against the couch as Kate opened the soda and took a drink.

"Can I have some?"

"I guess so." She took the can and quite deliberately spilled it all over herself and Kate.

"Oh shit!" Kate hopped up and whipped the cover away from where the soda was, not wanting to have to wash it. The blanket landed with a soft thump on Jack's head.

"Hey!" he exclaimed. "She spilled the soda! Now we have to go change... do you think you can stop the movie for a minute?" Kate asked.

"Sure," he grumbled. He flipped the channels around a bit and said, "I'll just watch something else, but try to hurry." The girls stumbled up the stairs and out of sight.

As soon as they rounded the corner in the hall, Amy slammed Kate up against the wall, crushing her lips with a kiss. She shoved her knee between Kate's legs to spread them and pushed her hand up under her skirt to touch Kate's cunt.

"What the hell was that all about?" Amy demanded between kisses. She squeezed Kate's nipple with one hand while her other hand busied itself between her legs. "I just thought... you would like... me to... touch you," she replied, gasping as Amy's fingers moved around inside her. Amy looked around and noticed a hairbrush with a nice smooth handle lying on the table next to them; she picked it up and bit Kate's nipple as she shoved it in her pussy as far as it would go. Kate moaned as Amy fucked her with the brush handle and sucked her tits hungrily. Her legs quivered as she came, and she slid to the floor when Amy pulled the hairbrush out and tossed it aside.

"You knew I wasn't going to let you get away with pulling a stunt like that," she said, towering over Kate and smiling triumphantly. She helped her friend up off the floor after a moment of recuperation, and they hurried upstairs to change into clean clothes.

The girls thumped down the stairs and into the den at long last, wearing matching tank tops and pajama pants.

"What took so long? Did you have to go and buy that stuff?" Jack complained, knowing full well what they had been doing.

"Well we couldn't just walk around with soda all over us. We had to rinse some of it off, silly." Kate smiled, trying to keep from sounding nervous. It wasn't working. She plopped down on the couch next to Amy and sat in a half-lotus position, waiting for Jack to start the movie. He looked at them hard for a second or so, and pushed play. The movie picked up where it had left off, and there were zombies everywhere. It was all very predictable, and soon Kate and Amy had fallen asleep sprawled on the couch. Jack glanced up and noticed immediately that they were out like Christmas lights in July.

The movie was still in full swing, but he had lost all interest in it. He watched Kate and Amy slumber, and twitched every time they batted an eye or shifted. Kate moved her arm and placed it above her head and her tank top slipped a bit, exposing her breast. Jack flinched as her nipple popped into view, and moved over to get a closer look. His conscience took the back burner as he moved up to hover over her body. His breath grazed her breast as he brought his lips to her flesh for a brief daring kiss. She didn't even twitch. He dipped his head lower to smell her hair. Vanilla - that was the scent of her shampoo. She moaned in her sleep, and his heart froze in fear... but then she just kept sleeping, so he stayed. He ran his hand down her leg, just barely grazing her pajama bottoms and not quite daring to touch her smooth flesh. The hairs on the back of his arms stood on end as her hand came down and wrapped around his neck.

"Mmmm... There's some in the 'fridge... I think it's okay... yeah." She was talking in her sleep, confiding in him. He stifled a laugh. Her fingers twitched and caused him the most exquisite pain as they tickled the hair at the nape of his neck. He touched her nipple with the utmost care, as though trying not to get burned... it felt like a jolt of lightning ran up his arm through his body to his groin. God, I'm an animal, he thought. He pulled away from her and sat back where he had been, watching the movie with renewed determination.

Kate shifted on the couch and turned so that her head was at the end he was sitting by. She was lying right behind his head, as he sat on the floor. She obviously wasn't awake... or was she? She sighed and shifted around a lot. Then, "Jack, can you scoot over a little so I can watch the movie some more?"

"Uh sure. I thought you were asleep..."

"Well, I sort of was - I guess." His stomach cinched in a knot. "Hey, Jack? Whatever happened to Betty? I mean, one day she's here and everyone is happy... and then she's just gone." He swiveled around to face her, not having expected this question, but still being on guard all the same.

"Why do you care?" He regretted saying that aloud, as her face showed the hurt it caused. "I mean, she was just my girlfriend and you never really cared one way or the other about my friends... so what gives?" She looked away, seeming a little fidgety.

"I don't know -- I was just wondering. I want to know what happened, ya know? No one ever tells me anything around here, and I just... would like to know. You never talk about her, but I know you liked her a lot - maybe even loved her. And she was really great. Sometimes... sometimes I think I'd like to see her again, just so we could all hang out or something." She propped her head up with her elbow and let her gaze pass through the TV, thinking about Betty and all the fun they had when she was around... and how pretty she was.

"Yeah, well, she's dead. You'll never see her again." He stood and headed for the stairs, heedless of her apologies.

"Just leave the movie here when you're done with it." She stood to go after him as he raced up to his room. His door was closed and locked by the time she got to the top of the stairs. His music was so loud that the porcelain figurines in the hall bureau were buzzing against the glass shelves; she knew he would never hear her knock. She sat down outside his door, leaning against it for support.

He couldn't stand to let her see him cry. I'm such a fag, he thought as the music pulsed around him and the tears crept quietly down his cheeks. Listening to this shit... Who the hell listens to this crap? Fags, that's who. And who the hell cries about his dead ex-girlfriend?! He lay facedown on his bed and let his room melt away. If only she were still around, then maybe he could handle things... maybe then he wouldn't want to fuck his helpless little sister's brains out.

There were paperclips in her dad's desk, so Kate dug out a few and bent them straight. She poked them into the lock on Jack's door, wiggling them around until something clicked and the knob turned. Thankfully, their dad had opted for the cheap doorknobs that had simple locks instead of the keyed ones. She eased the door open and stepped into Jack's room reverently, not wanting to disturb anything - least of all him. He was laying facedown on the bed, back moving slowly with his breath. She touched his arm and when he flinched and turned towards her, she jumped onto the bed and squeezed him in a hug. At first it seemed as though he was going to push her away, but then he just collapsed into her. She noticed that his eyes were red and a little wet, but didn't say a word. She ran her fingers through his hair, murmuring something about things being okay now... he found her breast to be a comfortable pillow, and for the first time in the last week he was able to think of Kate in a non-sexual way.

His hair was really soft, and he smelled different now than he had earlier. Kate thought maybe he was sweaty... but it could be tears... she wasn't sure if they had a smell. Then again, maybe it was the room. She looked around at his room. It was like being here for the first time; she'd never really looked at it before. There weren't any posters or pictures on the walls, except for the Jimmy Paige autographed picture of Led Zeppelin. There were shelves along one wall full of books and CDs and albums, and on the other wall there was his stereo, television, and dresser; the dresser looked like it was made of metal, but Kate wasn't sure. There was a lamp at one end with a few comic books lying around it and a picture of Betty in a battered wooden frame facing his bed. She was so beautiful...

He suddenly sat up and said, "You should go now." He swiped a hand over his eyes and looked away from her.

"Go." She was too stubborn for that; he of all people should know...

"No! What kind of jerk would I be if I just left you here, totally unhappy?" He slumped and stared at the floor, the past hitting him like a rock to the gut. Two suicide attempts had got him a one-way ticket to paradise inside a padded cell for three months a few years back. He looked hard at her. "So what do you want?"

"I just wanted to know where she was. You didn't have to freak out on me." Kate looked at the walls again. They had seemed to be a solid color before, but now she noticed there was writing all over them - almost covering every square inch. It looked like his handwriting. She stood up to read the wall by the door. Such depressing words... they didn't seem to fit him, but maybe they came from that secret place inside that no one ever reveals to anyone. She touched the wall and ran her finger over the letters. How many months, how many years had he been thinking such sad things? To fill so many walls - it must have taken a long, long time.

"Can I listen to one of your records?" His head perked up a bit. "Which one?"

"I'm not really sure... I know the band is the Cure, and the album is black with these hands all over the front..."

"The Head on the Door?"

"Uh, sure." He stood up slowly, joints stiff from muscle tension, and pulled a record from the shelf. He put it on, turned the volume to a reasonable level, and sat back on the bed. Kate sat next to him and leaned back onto his pillow.

"Yeah. That's the one." She closed her eyes and wiggled her foot in time to the music. Her nipples were becoming noticeably erect, and he tried not to notice. He lay down next to her, and they drifted off to sleep helplessly.

Jack awoke to find himself in the presence of some fine morning wood and in his sister's arms. The arms around him weren't so unsettling - it was the hand in his shorts that freaked him out the most. Her delicate fingers weren't really latched onto anything, but they were definitely close. He eased her hand out of his shorts, trying not to wake her and not succeeding.

"Oh dear god! I'm so sorry..." She stumbled over her words as she turned every shade of red imaginable; it was actually kind of funny. "I don't know what I was thinking - I guess my hand was cold or something..." She stumbled out of his bed, stealing his opportunity to gaze upon her supple body... for which he was grateful. "I'm just going to go check on MeeMee." She hurried from his room and he laughed as she thundered down the stairs.

"MeeMee? Wake up, chica! Time for that mornin' groove..." Amy was still in the den, and her groggy eyes didn't want to open. She pulled the blanket over her head.

"Where were you last night, loser? I woke up at like three and didn't see you." Kate's heart fluttered; she didn't want to tell her best friend who had a crush on her brother that she'd fallen asleep with him...

"I think I did some major sleepwalking, 'cause I woke up in the living room." Amy seemed to buy it.

"Come with me to the kitchen; I think Jack is making pancakes or something." When she finally managed to get Amy awake, she had to contend with her jitters.

"He's so CUTE! I'm a total mess. I just have to fix my hair and--"

"He's not even left his room yet! Just get upstairs to the bathroom and you'll be fine." Amy ran to the bathroom and slammed the door. Kate rolled her eyes and headed back up the stairs to Jack's room.

His door was open just a little bit, just enough for her to peek in his room. He was standing in front of his dresser, holding Betty's picture. He took a deep breath and put the picture down. He pulled his shirt up over his head and dropped it on the bed. Kate caught her breath and stared, though she knew it was wrong. His shoulders looked like they were sculpted from stone and his back flexed as he opened a drawer. He stepped out of his shorts and stood like a naked Adonis - perfect in every way. She gasped at his body, so different from her own... and wondered what his penis looked like. His back was to her and for that she was glad; ashamed of her incestuous thoughts, she turned away. She walked back to the stairs and made some stomping sounds.

"Jack? Are you up here?" she called, as though she didn't already know.

"Uh yeah... hold on. I'll be out in a second." She didn't wait - he'd had plenty of time to get some pants on. She barged into his room to find him shirtless, and glared at him accusingly.

"What have you been doing? Playing with yourself? Come downstairs and make us some breakfast!" She crossed her arms while he took his time buttoning his shirt. He smiled impishly, slowing down even more. She reached out an arm to bat his shoulder and he caught it with his hand, squeezing her wrist and looking right into her soul. Her chest felt weird and her heart beat faster as his eyes stared at her... probed her. What did he want? She just stood there, trapped by his gaze - no longer caring about the pancakes. He pulled her forward slowly until her body was just a few inches from his. She could smell him now. He'd put on some kind of cologne, but it wasn't too strong... just right, she supposed. She touched his chest with her other hand, let her fingers trail down to his stomach, then brought her hand back up to touch his face. She grabbed his nose suddenly, and twisted with all her might.

"Aaaagh!!" He was certainly caught off guard. He reflexively let go of her other arm and so she stopped tweaking and bolted out the door. "Damn you! That wasn't fair!!" He stumbled into the hall and chased her down the stairs, laughing all the way to the kitchen.

After everyone had eaten, Kate piped up with a question.

"Where's mom and dad?" Jack looked up from the sink and glanced at the clock, which was useless because it was obviously way later than midnight.

"I don't know... they never called or anything. At least, I don't think they did." He punched the play button on the answering machine. After a few tense moments of silence, the machine crowed: "You have one message."

"Hey, Jack? Me and Anne are going to stay at the Smith's Saturday. Look after Kate, would ya? Thanks. Love you kids. Bye." Kate breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment she'd thought something had actually happened, but they'd just missed the message. The morning passed quickly; Kate and Amy took Max to the park for a while and when they got back, Jack had already made lunch. It was sandwiches and soup, which was nothing special - but Amy complimented Jack all the same.

"I think this is the best sandwich I've ever eaten. You should think about being a professional chef," she mumbled between mouthfuls. Yep, she definitely has a crush, Jack thought.

After lunch, Kate begged and pleaded and finally got Jack to drive them to town. It wasn't the fastest car on the road, or the prettiest, but it was more than what Kate had - which was nothing. And it got them to the ice cream parlor quicker than a bike would, so no one complained.

"So what do teenagers do in this town?" Kate quizzed. "I mean, we go to the park and get ice cream and sometimes we go to the movies... but what do you older people do?" Jack looked at her hard.

"'Older people?' I'm not that much older than you, ya know." She smiled and Amy giggled.

"There isn't really much to do in this town. We go to the movies and get ice cream just like you, and some of the girls my age go to the mall a lot... I never really was interested in the mall. We skate sometimes at night, but never too late - the cops in this town don't like us for some reason."

"You skate? As in roller blades or roller skates?" Amy's ice cream dripped down her hand as she watched him eat his chocolate cone.

"No no no... Skateboard. I used to roller blade, but then somebody stole my skates so I said 'screw it.' Now I just skate."

"Hey, can I have a bite of your chocolate?" Amy was really getting bold; Kate had to admit she had courage. Jack held his cone out for her to take, but instead she just licked it slowly while he held it. Kate watched her pink tongue circle the sweet brown ice cream and wanted to feel that tongue inside her. She shook herself and bit into her waffle cone, trying not to think about Amy's head between her thighs. Jack seemed unaffected. Amy returned to her own dessert after a sufficient amount of licking, somewhat frustrated by his lack of interest. She glanced at Kate and saw that she had succeeded in turning someone on... just not her intended target.

"Do you suppose they have a decent sink in their bathroom? Not just one of those that you have to tap seven or eight times to get it to stay on... I hate those things," Amy rambled. "I'm sure the sinks are decent," Jack replied between bites.

"Yeah, I'm getting this stuff all over my hands..." Kate followed Amy to the bathroom, not without some sense of what was going to happen. As soon as the door closed behind them, Amy locked it and pushed Kate against the wall.

"Do I make you hot? You slut... you'd fuck me all day if I'd do it, wouldn't you?" Kate was amazed at her friend's dirty mouth, and she loved it all the same -- she got so hot just listening to her... Amy pulled Kate's pants down and fingered her roughly, noticing that Kate was already wet.

"Yes... I would," she said, trying not to moan too loud. She spread Kate's legs and kneeled on the floor in front of her; her cold tongue found Kate's hot cunt and invaded with impunity. Amy spread Kate's cherry-colored layers with her ice cream-cooled tongue and flicked her pleasure nub with its tip. She sucked her clit and licked her and then finger-fucked her while pressing her body full-length against her best friend, crushing her against the cold tile. When Kate finally came, Amy stepped back and straightened her hair.

"Let's go." Kate hardly had a chance to pull her pants up when Amy flung the door wide and strolled brazenly back to their table. "Are you ready to go, Jack?" Back in the car Jack noticed the faint smell of pussy, but said nothing. He ached to taste Kate and filled with shame at the thought.

Chapter 3

Amy went home reluctantly around three that afternoon, leaving Jack and Kate alone in the house. Kate brought her backpack into the living room and tried not to think about the incident that morning. She tried not to think about the brief moment of warmth when her hand had rested next to Jack in his bed, about his hand grinding the bones in her wrist and his eyes piercing her mind... What was he thinking about when he stood there? Why did she feel so drawn to him? Was this bad? Did it count as incest if they didn't have sex? She jerked when he sat next to her on the couch.

"What's that?" he asked, pointing at her science paper. "What does it look like, nerd?" He snatched the paper out of her hand, reading it quicker than she could grab it back.

"You know damn well those aren't the parts of a flower! Petals and leaves? What's wrong with you?" He gave her a stern look. "You're smarter than that."

"I just want to get this chapter over with... I hate studying plants."

"Don't you remember when we used to go down to the pond at Betty's and I'd tell you all the different names of the plants? And then I told you the different parts of the trees and what each part did... and you seemed to like it -- in fact, I seem to remember you asking to go to the pond even after... After Betty left" She looked down at her fidgety hands.

"I was going to fix it. That's just the answer I put down yesterday so I wouldn't have to think about it until later..."

He noticed her lower lip was trembling, and when he lifted her chin to look at her face two lonely tears trickled down her cheeks.

"What's wrong?" he asked quietly. She sniffed.

"I feel so dumb... All the other kids already know this stuff, and I know I should too... But it's like all the things you told me were erased. I can never seem to remember when test time comes, and it doesn't even matter how much I study... I'm just stupid, that's all it is." More tears came, and they speckled her shirt with tiny saline spots. He reached out and wiped her tears with careful fingertips, trying not to freak out.

"You aren't dumb, Katydid. I don't know why you would think that. People just forget things sometimes - it doesn't make you any less smart, just forgetful." She leaned into him and sobbed quietly, letting her shoulders shake with the memory of sitting in class and not knowing the answers... and feeling so dumb. He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head as she cried, not knowing what else to do. She finally pulled away and rubbed her eyes with her hands.

"I have to... go to the bathroom." She left him sitting, puzzled and distressed. When she returned she was back to normal, but her eyes were rimmed with red and her nose was a little pink. "I think I remember the parts of the flower..." She picked up her pencil and started writing. When she finished, he read it and smiled. "That's my girl," he said, hugging her and kissing her forehead.

He helped her finish the paper, correcting the answers she had jotted down in her haste to finish on Friday. His arm found it's way around her shoulders, and the book sat on both their laps. When she would reach over to turn a page, her fingers would sometimes graze his thigh... and it was driving him mad! She smelled so sweet and she was warm and soft against his ribs; he just wanted to hold her forever. When she bent down to write the final answer, he leaned forward to inspect it and he started to shake his head. Before he could mention her incorrect spelling, she turned and pressed her lips to his. His stomach bottomed out and his semi-hard penis swelled into a massive erection. She put her hand on his neck and touched the softer curls at the back of his head. His lip ring was cold and exciting... She touched her soft tongue to his lips, making him ache ever more. He dared not move, for fear that he would break the spell... How could this be happening?! It was too unreal to be true, but there she was - kissing him! His eyes were closed, and his mind was spinning faster than the fastest carnival ride... and then she stopped. She pulled back and looked down at her hands, nervous and craving him all at the same time. Jack took a deep breath and realized that if he didn't do something now, he never would. He grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed back, letting her decide how far it would go. Her mouth opened and invited him in; it felt like dipping his tongue into a puddle with a live wire in it. His hands traveled down over her torso, avoiding her breasts and crotch as though afraid touching them might make him evil. His mouth moved down over her jaw and neck, and he almost came as she moaned in his ear. Her hand moved down between his legs and found his erection; he twitched uncontrollably as she stroked him and squeezed what she could get her hand on.

The crunch of tires on the gravel driveway didn't faze them, but when two car doors slammed Jack jumped back as though she had slapped him. She grabbed her book and set it on her lap, opening it to whatever page was there and straightening her paper in front of her. He stood up and walked briskly toward the door, hoping to open it for his parents, but they beat him to it.

"Hey, you party animals! You could have called at a decent hour or something!" he scolded nervously.

"I don't seem to remember you worrying about it before," his dad said, eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Did you have a party while we were gone?" he accused.

"No... well, Kate had a friend over. We didn't get your message until this morning! We were getting worried." Jack looked at the floor, slightly embarrassed.

"Well we called at 12:30. I'm surprised you were all asleep -- it is a weekend, after all." Kate's mom smiled.

"We shouldn't question it, dear -just be thankful. You kids do need your rest. How did the science go, Kate?" She looked up, beaming.

"Jack helped me with it, and I think I got all the answers right."

"Good." They each planted a kiss on her head. Max barked in exclamation as he waited in the other room. Kate hurried to let him in off the porch.

As her mother bustled about in the kitchen and her stepfather shuffled through work papers at his desk, Kate ushered Max up the stairs to her bedroom. Jack had already disappeared into his room in a vain attempt to stifle his rising passions for his sister, and she knew he wouldn't touch her again for the rest of the day. He was really peculiar sometimes. She was so hot she thought she would explode, and she locked her door as soon as Max was in the room.

She unbuttoned her pants and slipped them down over her legs swiftly, anxious to have that hard penis deep inside again. She whipped her shirt over her head and pinched her nipples -- they were sensitive and hard already, and she moaned as she pricked the rosy flesh with inexpert fingers, remembering the taste of Jack's tongue on hers. Max wagged his tail and stepped from one foot to the other anxiously, knowing what was in store. She yanked her panties off and grabbed his sheath to coax his dog meat out of its furry hiding place. The pink shiny shaft poked out and then seemed to explode to full length in an instant. She whispered words of encouragement in the dog's pert ear as she fondled his scrotum and rubbed his shaft and the knot at the base. He was humping in her hand and she knew he was ready to fuck.

She got on her hands and knees and turned her ass to him, flexing her pussy in the cool air-conditioned air. Max whined and poked his cold nose in her cunt, slurping at her girl juice and slicking her ass crack with his slobber. He mounted her and she felt his cock fumbling around, hunting for her hole. The pointy tip jabbed her quivering folds and she groaned as he poked her clit with the tip of his meat. His furry loins rubbed her thighs, and she grunted as he poked her asshole with the tip of his boner. She reached behind and grabbed his misguided dick, placing it at the mouth of her opening. He panted as he shoved his ramrod into her tight undulating fuckhole. She moaned as Max shoved his pulsing shaft in and out with animal lust, balls thumping her pink lips with every thrust. Her thighs began to shake as his knot grew and she felt it squeezing in and out of her small cunt. Once it was too big to come out, she felt warm squirting inside and she knew Max was coming. That's when she let go and slumped down to the floor, his rod still filling her. Waves of pleasure washed over her as she lay on the carpet, rear end held up by Max's still erect shaft. It wasn't enough! She clenched around his knot and Max whimpered as her hot muscles contracted on his swollen flesh.

As soon as he pulled out, Kate turned to face Max and took the purple head in her mouth. The taste of his cum was kind of bitter and salty, but it made her hot all the same. He was still hard, and he started humping in and out of her mouth as she suckled. She licked and teased him until she thought he was ready to fuck again, and she lay down on her bed belly-up, spreading her legs wide in invitation. She touched herself reverently, loving the feel of his dog semen making her all slippery. Max lowered his muzzle to her cunt and lapped at her lips furiously, teasing her this time.

"Fuck me, Max..." she whispered. "Fuck me hard - make me forget everything else." He lay on her obediently, awkwardly positioning himself over her hole. She guided his bulging cock to her puffy labia and spread her folds with the sticky pointed end, shivering with anticipation. His dick was still coming out of the sheath, and as it grew it slipped into her. She closed her eyes as all her body focused on her pussy --she was really into it this time, more than ever. Max was very slow and deliberate with his first thrust, gliding into her not-so-virgin slot with care and the patience of a veteran fucker. She gasped as his purple-pink shaft punctured her a second time, touching her in all the right places and filling her from top to bottom. He stayed inside her a moment or two, gathering his second wind as his knot bulged against her gaping cunt lips and popped inside for a brief visit. She moaned involuntarily when his huge knot popped out of her and he took another deeper thrust, shoving it back inside brutally. His claws were digging into her hips, but she didn't care! He was too good to interrupt. She could feel doggie-cum and her own girl juice squishing down her butt and soaking the sheets under her, but she wasn't too worried about that either. She clutched Max's rump so he would be able to drive as far into her as possible, and he didn't disappoint her. Kate squeaked with each thrust, tiny tits bouncing for all they were worth. Max's knot rammed her clit every time he jammed his cock into her, and it was driving her crazy with lust...

Suddenly, her door opened and there stood Jack! Kate froze inside, but Max couldn't stop now. She tried to reach down and grab his penis, but he shoved the huge knot inside before she could get a grip on it. She squirmed and reached for the covers, but it was too late to stop him from knowing... She was mortified! Her brother was watching her get fucked by their dog! How humiliating! To her horror, Jack closed the door behind him and sat down on the bed. He watched Max closely as he pumped in and out of Kate like it was the end of the world and she was his last fuck. He touched the crotch of his pants, and something moved! Was this turning him on?! Unbelievable!! He reached down between the dog and his sister, and cupped her breast in a bold hand. He started massaging it in time with Max's thrusts... and soon Kate was moaning again. Max had been leaking a mixture of precum and regular semen the whole time, but he finally tied his knot deep in her young hole and washed her out with his jism. Kate stared in disbelief as Jack lowered his head to her chest and sucked her nipple. As soon as his tongue touched her goose bumped areole, she came - spasms raking her spine and sending her into incomprehensible babbling and gasping. He pulled back quickly, alarmed by her behavior. After a few minutes of panting, Max slipped out of her and moved away from her torso with a happy-sounding doggie sigh, lying sated on the bed next to them.

Jack had a full view of her exquisite body - naked and steaming with lust. He took in slow deep breaths, afraid to deflate her aura with too harsh an expulsion. He touched her heaving stomach with a renewed curiosity, and she burned where his fingers made contact. She had come three times, but she still wanted more. What more could I possibly ask for? She lay there, watching his hands expectantly as they traveled down her navel toward her pudenda. He stopped halfway there, waiting for some cue from her. Kate grabbed his hand and placed it on her mound, hot and wet from so much exertion. He was visibly affected, and she ached to feel his body against her. She sat up abruptly and jerked at his shirt, pulling buttons and jerking at his fly. He quickly shed his shirt and pants, but Kate hesitated as her hands tugged the elastic of his boxers. What if he's too big? What if it hurts? Her heart fluttered. He's not going to hurt you, stupid! He loves you... And in an instant, she knew it was true. She pulled his boxers to his knees and gaped at what she instantly knew was bigger than Max's apparatus - by at least three inches! It was engorged with blood and the shaft wobbled a little when she touched it with her fingers. She giggled shyly at it as Jack eased his boxers the rest of the way off.

He scooted to the edge of the bed and sat with his legs hanging over.

"Come sit on my lap, little girl," he said, taunting her brazenly. She clamored to be at his side, but looked at him confused when he stopped her from straddling him.

"Not that way." He moved her so that she stood in front of him, facing away... and then he grabbed her ass and lowered her/pulled her onto him. She gasped when his huge head poked her lips and separated them to dive into her hidden honey pot.

"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed as he slid inch after cunt-splitting inch into her. She began to shiver as her muff neared the base of his giant shaft; he grabbed the small fleshy mounds on her chest and pinched her nipples between his knuckles as the shudders coursed through her.

He spread her legs wide and called Max over to stand in front of them. Her breath was quite irregular, but that was no concern of his. Max sniffed at her stuffed crotch, and then began licking like the good dog that he was. Jack clamped a hand down over Kate's mouth as her moans increased in volume. He pumped slowly in and out of her steamy cunt while Max licked her clit and the top of her pussy lips. Finally, her legs began to convulse and her eyes rolled back as she bit Jack's hand hard, tasting blood - and satisfaction - for the first time that night. Jack hadn't come yet, so Kate pulled off of him and lay over the bed, facing away again. She poked her slick shiny ass in his direction, smiling as she swirled her fingers around in the mixture of boy, girl, and doggie cum that filled her. She spread her legs and Max hopped up on the bed to lick her clean.

"I've never taken him in my asshole. Do you think I should try it?" She smiled seductively as he stared.

"I guess so..." She reached back and grabbed Max's hardening shaft, coaxing it to full splendor in a few moments. He mounted her quickly, and needed little urging. Her rosebud asshole puckered in anticipation. She guided the tip of his massive prick to the tight brown ring and gasped as an inch of his cum-slicked cock glided into her. He pulled back; perhaps a little concerned about the tightness, but then he shoved three inches in all at once.

"Oh god!" she exclaimed. "Jack, can you get under me?" He hurried to scoot under her, sliding his legs between hers and between Max's feet. "Put your dick in me... now!" He grabbed her, pulling her dripping cunt down onto his still rock-hard pole, groaning at the tightness of her tiny body. She slid slowly up and down his rod, panting as Max struggled to pump a little bit more of his meat into her asshole. It was starting to hurt, but Max didn't care and he wasn't about to stop.

She squeezed her eyes shut as her brother swelled inside and squirted jets of cum into her hot cunt.

"God, that's what I wanted!" she said, grunting as the dog pumped his load deep into her bowels. Thankfully, his knot didn't make it inside her anal ring and he slipped out easily, his seed spilling from her onto Jack and the bedclothes. Max retreated to lick his balls and shaft clean and Jack lay inside her, spent and trying to catch his breath. He was limp, but she liked to just lay there with him inside; it was somehow comforting. She wondered how something so wrong could feel so good...