“Outta the way, Maggot!” The command came in tandem with a hard shove to Morgan’s lower back, sending the bespectacled red fox careening into the kitchen table and knocking the wind out of him. Turning around he saw his step-sister Jessie sneer and flip him off before opening the fridge, bending over and promptly forgetting about him as the older Doberman herm muttered to herself while she shifted various items about. The tight boy shorts she wore as pj’s outlined her balls to the point Morgan could swear he could tell which was bigger. 


Tearing his eyes away and embarrassed he looked to Ethan, his step-father for help but he was busy paying attention to the sizzling bacon on the stovetop. The old dog was dressed in his usual weekend clothes of ripped boxers and a white tank-top that conformed around the noticeable gut he had been developing as he slipped into his late 40’s.


It was Saturday, his day off and the designated day of the week he took breakfast duty instead of their Mother before heading off to fish with his buddies. Morgan’s mother spent her Saturdays volunteering at the Church from sunup to sundown, coming home late and usually dragging Ethan with her to the bedroom and locking the door. 


“Too many prudes talking about how high and mighty they are,” she would often summarize when she came out to find a lighter for her cigarettes. But she had obligations so she suffered through it with dignity. Morgan always found this commendable, especially when it was just the two of them in the early years. She was a provider, it was in her DNA as much as being a Vixen was. As often as they had their differences, he loved his family he thought as his eyes drifted back to Jessie’s butt. Oh yes, he loved Jessie’s butt...


As if on cue Jessie’s cropped ears perked as she looked over her shoulder and caught the fox boy staring. “See something you like, fag?” she growled, flipping her long dyed purple hair out of her eyes and wiggling her ass tantalizingly, her short tail wagging. He felt a tingle in his crotch and he turned away, his ears burning. Facing him she grinned mischievously, cocking her hips to the side and thrusting her bountiful chest forward, her braless tits pressing against the ratty hand-me-down Megadeth T-shirt she wore. The cold air from the fridge had caused her nipples to perk up and the studs of her nipple piercings were plainly visible. 


A metal head and techie, she spent most of her (questionably earned) income it seemed either on piercings, hair dye or upgrades for her computer rig. She had an impressive setup the few times Morgan had been allowed in her room to see it-far better than the bargain bin laptop their parents had bought him for his birthday. Out of her visible piercings each ear was festooned with gold rings, industrial studs and gauges through the bottom of each ear, a large gauge nose ring hung from her septum and a stud sat near the tip of her tongue. Their parents had freaked when she had gotten her nipples done at 14, doubly so when she snuck out after being grounded to get the rest done-nearly fainting when she paraded around the house nude to show them off.


Down lower her cock was barely contained in her shorts, her morning wood refusing to go down until it was dealt with. For a moment Morgan envisioned himself taking his step-sisters cock into his maw, another confusing pang of pleasure tingling his loins. He had jerked off in bed before actually getting up this morning but he was quickly beginning to stiffen and he pressed his thighs together to try and trap it behind him.


Jessie saw this and smiled knowingly, saying nothing as she set down a carton of orange juice, sha-shayed over to Morgan and wrapped her hands over his narrow shoulders. “Oh, I think you do,” she said quietly, reaching down between his thighs to grab his diminutive cock and balls. “You wanna play with my cock, Maggot? Do you want me to ream your ass? Maybe jerk you off and feed you your cum? Huh? Huh?”


His mind fogged with teenage hormonal lust, Mogan put up a half-hearted effort to get her to stop; trying uselessly to push the larger, stronger canine off, feeling her dick pressing into his thigh and making her pant, her tongue beginning to lol.


“I’ll make you cum bitch,” she growled while her rust brown eyes bored into his emerald green irises. Panting heavily he felt himself growing near the edge, his cock beginning to throb and leaking pre. Judging her brother to be on the very edge she pulled away, watching Morgan wobble on shaky legs and fight the urge to just finish himself off then and there in the kitchen in front of his step-father.


“Bacon’s on!” exclaimed their Ethan, dropping the strips onto a paper towel-covered plate. Turning he looked from one panting, blushing teen to another. “Jeez, you two are eager beavers, huh? Help yourselves, more than enough to go around!”


With Morgan still sluggish from his near-orgasm Jessie had the advantage, grabbing a paper plate from the stack and picking out all the thicker, chewier pieces and leaving the burnt ones for her brother. 


“You’re a fuckin’ hero, Dad,” she smiled, giving him a peck on the cheek and a none-to-gentle punch on the shoulder to Morgan before swiping the carton of orange juice and disappearing up the stairs to barricade herself in her room and play games with her friends all weekend, interspersed with trips to the bathroom or kitchen and the occasional harassment of her brother. 


Hearing her door slam Morgan huffed and put a couple slices of bread in the toaster. Pouring himself a cup of coffee Ethan leaned against the counter and took a long sip. He always drank his coffee black, in his words cream and sugar just got in the way of the caffeine doing its work. Morgan wasn’t entirely sure of the authenticity of the statement but he never pressed the issue.


“How’s it going, Champ?” asked Ethan, smiling warmly.


“Pretty good,” replied Morgan, trying to force a smile. “How ‘bout you? Heading off to the lake soon?”


“Soon enough,” he nodded, taking another sip and licking his chops. “Wanted to know if you maybe wanted to come with me? We could just make it a father-son thing this time.”


“Isn’t that something you and Jess do?” Since he knew them, Ethan would take Jessie out on camping trips for long weekends each month; fishing, hiking, toasting marshmallows over a fire. It was something between them, much like Morgan’s mother would take him for a spa day every month since he was a kit; mani-pedi, haircuts, steam rooms and massages that left him feeling refreshed and relaxed. Though not exactly popular with the guys at school because of it.


Ethan shrugged. “It doesn’t have to be. Jess and I’ve done that since she was old enough to hold a fishing pole and fit in a life jacket. It’s a ritual for us at this point, as I’m sure those spa days with your momma are to you.” He raised his mug toward Morgan. “Nothing wrong with that of course, no matter what anyone else says. A guy should be allowed to feel good about himself every so often.”


Morgan smiled. For a male (and a Pinscher at that) Ethan was surprisingly accepting of non-conformative behavior from them-probably from raising an intersex child as a single father.


 “I appreciate that. I’ll think about it, how’s that sound? Go have fun,” he poked the dog in the gut jokingly. “Just don’t drink too much alright? I know Mom’d be pissed if she has to come pick you guys up again.”


Laughing hardily Ethan pulled the small fox into a crushing bear hug. “I’ll try not to, but no promises. If your Momma doesn’t want to come pick us up we may just spend the night in the woods. See how she likes a hug from a husband that’s spent 24 hours outdoors without a shower!”


Sharing a laugh Ethan drained his coffee and left to clean up and get ready. Collecting his toast Morgan slathered one with peanut butter and the other with jelly before piling the bacon onto it and making a (disgusting to everyone in the house but him) pb, j & b sandwich as he liked to call it. The perfect savory-sweet breakfast item-beats a pop tart any day, he thought as he took a bite. Pouring himself a glass of milk he made the slow trek upstairs, his weekend plans consisting of jerking off and perfecting his EDH deck for next weekend's sleepover.


He mentally grimaced; at 16 sleepover just sounded weird. 4 nerdy guys hanging out together, talking about video games or Magic: the Gathering or the newest sci-fi shows. Spending the night together, sleeping in the same room. Their classmates were assholes enough as it is; they didn’t need to be made fun of for having a “sleepover.” If anyone were to let that get out, it would be Jessie.


Setting his sandwich and milk on his desk he decided the best option available would be to just nip it in the bud. He would simply ask her not to. What harm could that do? Of course part of him considered the consequences; knowing his step-sister she would take it as some kind of reverse psychology ploy and spread it throughout their school; “Hey everybody! My little banana-crammer of a brother had a sleepover with his mates this weekend and they kept me up allll fuckin’ night with their antics! Feel free to drag them off to the bathroom for some ‘stress relief,’ I’m sure they’ll love that! Make sure to take plenty of pictures, I’m doing a section in the yearbook on it!”


He tried to push the anxiety from his head-Jessie could be rational. When it suited her needs.


Jessie’s door was plastered with band stickers, many of which Morgan had never heard of, nor really cared to; Jessie’s taste in music was rather extreme, the vocals often consisting of death growls and high pitched screams with instrumentals so fast you felt your head spin just listening to it. Not what you would call “easy listening.”


Since the house lacked any locks outside of the front door, back door and master bedroom, a stereotypical “Do Not Disturb” sign hung from the doorknob. Scrawled in permanent marker were the words “Fuck off Maggot” with a poorly drawn caricature of himself and a cross through it. Taking a deep breath he knocked firmly on her door.


No response.


Knocked again.


Nothing.


“Jess?” he called.


Still nothing.


Probably just has her headphones on, he thought anxiously and put his hand on the doorknob. Not a good sign; she hated being disturbed when she was playing games. He’d probably catch a beating for this one, hopefully he could convince her not to spread rumors after it or he’d be black and blue AND labeled a faggot by the entire school instead of just Jessie’s group of friends. Steeling himself he turned the knob and slowly pushed the door open.


“...That’s it you fucking cunt. Beg for it.”


Jessie’s room was dimly lit, the only noticeable light cast from a lamp shrouded in red silk to muffle the bright glare and a few scented candles placed on various shelves, and the ever-present glow of Jessie’s dual screen setup. Jessie was seated at her massive desk, albeit not in her usual way of one leg propped up on the seat with the other splayed out, dressed in her preferred outfit of a pair of panties and loose shirt. 


Instead she was bound to her chair, a gimp mask covering her head and her muzzle plugged with a pump gag. The Dobie’s muscular arms were crossed behind the backrest and connected via a pair of leather wrist cuffs with a padlock binding them together. Hanging from the ceiling fan above her on a string was a frozen block of ice containing a key and the remaining length of rope. It seemed when the ice melted the key would drop into grasping distance of her bound hands. While a metal head, Morgan never suspected his sister of being a kink freak.


Slowly Morgan closed the door behind him and let his eyes adjust to the light, moving closer to get a better view. Jessie seemed too engrossed in the sounds of the porno playing to hear his gentle footsteps, and her sight was reduced to two pinprick sized eye holes on the hood. 
On the screen a towering Cobra domme dressed in a corset, opera gloves and thigh-high heels was working over a chubby Panda girl locked in a pair of stocks and straddling a sybian. A spider gag forced her mouth open invitingly and a nose hook pulled her head back, making it the perfect target for the domme to pour in any and all kinds of substances at her disposal.


Currently she held a beaker of viscous fluid-the domme said it was feral dog cum-and was at the moment encouraging the poor sub girl with a crop to beg the Cobra to feed it to her. With exaggerated slowness she tilted the beaker over so the thick doggy sperm poured out directly into the Panda’s maw.


“Swallow it you whore,” hissed the domme, twisting her nipple almost 360 degrees and drawing a choked squeal from the sub as she tried her best to ingest the cum. Finally managing and gasping for breath the Cobra stroked her hair gently, murmuring condescending encouragements all of which the Panda in her subspace accepted wholeheartedly.


“That’s my girl, such a good little cum guzzling slut. Now, your daddy left you a little present to wash that salty spunk off your tongue,” she purred, reaching behind the stock and pulling out a half-litre plastic bottle filled with a yellow liquid. She waved it teasingly before the Panda girls wide eyes. “It’s been a while since you drank his piss.”


The Panda struggled in vain for a moment before realizing it was pointless and resigned herself to drinking the bottle of urine. The domme was methodical in her pouring, pausing every so often to really let the Panda girl appreciate the taste. Finally the bottle was emptied and the sub had a look of relief on her face, tears streaming from her eyes and snot running from her stretched nostrils. The Cobra went back to stroking her hair and cooing gently.


“Good cunt,” she whispered. “Mommy and Daddy are so proud of their little whore. Now, I know you’re tired and would like nothing more than some time in your cage but it’s Stable Day for you and the stallions are aching to empty their balls down some tight holes. After that you can have a nap before dinner and some Father-Daughter time.”


A sound of rapid grunting and moans drew Mason from the screen and he looked over at his bound step-sister. Each leg was bound ankle-to-thigh with leather straps looped through the armrests of her chair. This spread her thighs wide and exposed the sabretooth’s massive erect cock. Currently it was kept (almost painfully, Morgan thought) stiff by a metal ring encircling the base, ensuring the blood was trapped in the purplish shaft. 


Strapped to the bottom of Jessie’s sensitive cock head was a small egg vibrator, with another pulsing around her shaft. Her balls were wrapped in a length of thin rubber string, squeezing the cum-filled orbs tightly. Morgan watched with wonder as Jessie tried to thrust her hips forward what little she could in her bindings, her cock twitching before with a pained grunt she shot her load; thick strands of cum erupting out to land on her bouncing tits and hooded face, the flow seemingly never ending as she shamelessly coated herself in her own jism.
Finally finished but with her aching cock still hard, Jessie tried her best to catch her breath while the screen counted down from 10 minutes and the vibrators died down, probably before starting the next segment of the video and giving the gimped dog time to reassemble her thoughts. 


Morgan wasn’t doing much better. His cock was aching and demanding attention, and the bound, oh-so-invitingly helpless dog herm next to him wasn’t helping the matter. Then the thought occurred to him. A way to both satisfy himself and get back at his step-sister for all the years of bullying and abuse. 


Creeping behind Jessie he disconnected the iced key, thawing it out in his hands and pocketing it. Judging from the amount of ice left Jessie wouldn’t be looking for release any time soon, too distracted by her lust. She had told him once that her sex drive was 3 times higher than the normal fur, and thus she needed to get off at least 6 times a day just to concentrate at school and do homework. She even had a doctor's note that she proudly presented to each of her teachers, delighting in their blushes as they read through it. So she could leave in an excuse to go to the bathroom and “relieve” herself any time she wanted, without asking any of the teachers.


Sneaking back to the door he slipped out silently, dashing to his room to collect his phone. Trying to ignore the urge to jump on the bed and crank one out he took a breath, entering the hallway in time to almost collide with his step-father.


“Whoa there Champ, don’t go giving me a hernia,” chuckled Ethan. The dog was dressed in his worn out fishing gear, the only thing he was willing to spend money on being bait and his pole-top of the line, as he was want to declare to anyone within earshot.


“Sorry Dad, just got really excited for something and I wasn’t looking. You getting out of here?”


“Sure am, I’d pop in to say bye to Jess but I don’t want some unmentionable thrown at me. Say bye for me will ya?”


Thinking of his step-sister writhing in her bindings brought his aching cock back to the forefront and he smiled knowingly. “Will do, Dad. You have a good time, stay safe out there.”


He lingered out in the hallway until he saw Ethan’s truck rumble off before he composed himself and slipped back into Jessie’s room. Still right where he left her, none the wiser that her little brother was about to own her. The next video segment had started; the Cobra domme and Panda slave girl were in some kind of stable now. On screen the Panda was trying her damndest to wrap her ring-gagged mouth around a massive feral horsecock, the Cobra encouraging her with the application of a thin bamboo rod to the pads of her feet or the backs of her thighs.


Jessie was all but leaping out her chair now, the vibrator in her ass turned to high while her cock vibes barely moved at all. An anal slut eh, though Morgan. Figures. Unlocking his phone, he pulled up the video camera app and hit record. He silently recorded her for upwards of an hour, capturing her various reactions, her squeals of delight watching the Panda girl shriek as her ass was invaded by massive horse dick; her fountainous climax when her face was pushed into the nethers of a mare, forced to pleasure the feral with her forcibly spread mouth.


Finally spent the bound Dobie tried to take some deep breaths to calm herself, breath whistling through her nose holes. He watched her reach with her bound paws to where the keys would conceivably be, waving around only to hit thin air. Grunting in frustration she wiggled a little and reached further, her hand movements growing more and more desperate. He let her scrabble around for a few more minutes before taking hold of the chairs headrest and slowly swinging her to face his grinning muzzle and the still recording phone. It took a second for her to get her bearings but the sight of Morgan holding his phone to her sent her into a frenzy of useless struggling, her cock bobbing ashamedly and cum dripping off her hooded face.


“Hey there Sis,” he chuckled. “Sorry, didn’t see the Do Not Disturb sign. So, into the old B, D, S and M huh?” Leaning forward he gripped Jessie’s cock firmly, running his thumb over her piss slit and savoring her grunts of agonized pleasure. “Into the really hardcore stuff too it seems. Do you fantasize about a big horse cock reaming your ass?” 


Vehement shakes of her head, but the tell-tale twitch of her cock in his hand told a different story. Frowning at her, he gave her a hard pinch at the base of her cock head, drawing a muffled scream from her. “You’d better not lie to me again, Maggot. Next time I’m grabbing the safety pins.”


Deflating the pump gag he set it aside, allowing Jessie time to relax her stretched jaws. Returning to teasingly pumping her cock, he looked her dead in the eyes. “Now, from the beginning. Tell me everything.”