The Move
“Wuff,” sighed Johanna, sitting down beside her brother to rest a moment with their backs against the wall, “Next time, remind me to hire movers while I’m at it.”
“You got it,” Dane chuckled breathlessly, taking a quick drink from the water bottle sitting beside him while they looked around the now-empty living room of Johanna’s apartment.  “I know it’s just an apartment, but it’s the first place you got to stretch out and be your own person in.  Do you think you’re going to miss it?” the Dalmatian asked.
His sister just shrugged.  “Not much, I think.  I moved out to feel more secure about my surroundings, and it pretty much failed in that regard,” she observed, detached as always.  Then she rested a hand on his knee.  “I will miss this, though.”  Dane quirked a brow at her, prompting for more explanation.  “Just you and me, sitting around the house quietly when I’m off from work.  It was comfortable.  I was happy, even if you didn’t look at me like I was looking at you.  I don’t mind moving in with Gemi and Ares, but I don’t imagine I’ll get to be alone with you much anymore.”
Dane nodded his agreement and understanding.  “I have to admit, I was a little surprised it was you who proposed moving in together.  I remember just a year ago that you worried about other relationships interfering with our own.”  Putting an arm around her shoulder, he pulled her over for a kiss on the cheek.  “I promise I’ll still make time for us to share alone.”
“Thank you,” Johanna told him softly, returning the kiss, “Be sure not to neglect Gemini, though.  I don’t want her becoming jealous.”  Then she flopped over on her back with her head in his lap to check her messages for a few minutes...and smiled, faintly, when she felt his hand alight on her, cupping her breast possessively, as she’d often wished he would do in the past.
“And the same to you,” he chuckled, giving her a gentle squeeze through the plain tee-shirt she’d worn over a comfortable pair of denim pants for packing the van, “I think she’s more into you than to me, honestly.”
“It only looks that way because we go aside and plot together,” his sister assured him, “But it’s always about what to do with you.  And sometimes she uses me for a substitute, when she doesn’t want to smother you.”
Dane laughed, believing every word.  Gemini always seemed to be fidgeting with or clinging to one or the other of them.  If all that physical affection was devoted to a single person...he could easily see it getting overwhelming after a while.  It may have made her look fickle to outside eyes, but he was sure there was some careful thought behind her practice of regularly switching boyfriends, and that may have something to do with it.  “You two are way too nice to me,” he mused, not for the first time, even as his hand moved lower on her tummy and slid underneath her shirt to run fingers through the fur of her belly.  It was cute how, instead of tensing up, she relaxed even more at the intimate touch, even taking her eyes away from her precious phone to give him a brief, appreciative smile.
“We should go,” she remarked softly, though she made no effort to stop his roaming hand or remove herself from his lap.  A quick glance at the time told her that Gemini and Ares would be arriving at the new house soon, since they had the benefit of not having to pack a vehicle.  Lock the cupboards, shove any lose items into bins, and hook the camper up to the truck...that had been their morning instead.
“Yeah,” Dane agreed, but instead of moving to get up he merely scooted out from under her head and turned to stretch out on top of her, elbows beside her ears and smiling down enchantingly at her.
Johanna tilted her head to one side.  “We don’t have time,” she suggested, though she’d already lifted her knees to his hips, spreading her thighs for him to lay between, and put her arms loosely over his shoulders.  They were both still entirely dressed, but that didn’t seem to be deterring their positioning.
“Mmmhmm,” her brother agreed again, lowering his head to kiss her warmly on the lips, and she met him with heartfelt joy.  “Have I mentioned lately,” he asked when they broke for air, “How good you look in your casual-comfort style?”  He ran a hand down the back of her leg, caressing her shapely rump through the snug-fit denim.
“No,” she answered honestly, tail wagging between his knees, “But I remember you saying you liked taking it off of me.”
Dane nodded, patting her posterior affectionately.  “Yeah.  Look forward to that this evening, and try not to torture me too much in the meantime.”
With an understanding smile, she kissed his cheek and set her feet back down on the floor beside his knees.  “I will.”
Somehow, they still managed to arrive at the new house ahead of the Fineclaws, and began unloading their rented van, starting with Johanna’s office since her desk was the heaviest and would need them as fresh as they could be.  They also brought up the bed from her old room, as the king-size they planned to install in the attic wouldn’t arrive until the next day, and all the boxes of peripherals she’d need to get her system set up later.  Having got all that up the stairs, Dane sat on the edge of the bed for a breather while Johanna leaned against her desk, idly running her fingers over the polished walnut top like she was reliving a fond memory.
“Heh...first time I’ve ever been in your room with the door closed,” Dane remarked off-handedly, noticing she’d closed the door behind them when they brought the last handful of boxes in, before stacking them under the window.
“Hmm?  Oh, yeah,” his sister remarked, seeming distracted, “I try to keep a hard separation between business and personal life.  A physical barrier helps with that.  It helps me focus.”  She caressed the desktop again.  “I’ve spent more of my life at this desk than sleeping, eating, and showering combined over the last four years.  It was my escape in high-school, my shelter when you were gone...it kind of became my life,” she mused quietly.
Dane quirked a brow.  “You okay, sis?” he asked, a little surprised to hear that kind of self-reflection coming from her.
“I...no,” she admitted quietly without looking at him, surprising him even more, “Something feels strange.  Like I really, really want you,” she put first one knee and then the other on top of the desk, so that she was kneeling on the sturdy wooden surface, “To wuff me.  On this desk.  Right now.”
Her brother tilted his head, his mouth hanging open in shock.  “Uh...we don’t really have the time right now, you know?” he reminded her gently, beginning to get a bad feeling about whatever was happening right now.  Johanna nodded her understanding...but reached forward across the desk, bending down and spreading her knees even wider, stretching the denim across her posterior so tight he could practically see the outline of her intimate places through the cloth.
“I know, but...I want...I need you, brother.  Wuff me.  Please.  Now,” she begged, one hand already unbuttoning the front of her jeans while she maintained the submissive, inviting posture.
“Johanna...this isn’t you talking,” Dane declared, getting to his feet now, though he was unsure what needed to be done.  All he knew was that this was so unlike her that it almost felt like he was dealing with an unknown person...a stranger in his sister’s skin.
And she nodded heartfelt agreement, even as she pushed her pants down around her thighs, exposing her posterior to him.  “No.  Something is wrong.  It hurts!  Please, wuff me!  Please!  Right now!”  Each word became more desperate, almost pained, as she lifted her tail higher and spread the lips of her sex to him, inviting her to bury his bone in that garden she had always forbidden to him before.  Worst of all, Dane was beginning to feel a similar sense of...urgency.  She looked delicious, vulnerable...wuffable...
“No!” he growled, unzipping his own pants like he was throwing down a gauntlet, “You...are going to lick my tail!” her brother declared forcefully, “Then I am going to wuff yours, until you can’t argue anymore!”
Something shot through her eyes.  “Oh, wuff, yes!  That is not what I want...but yes!”  She almost fell off the desk trying to turn around and kicked her pants and underwear the rest of the way off before sliding into the floor.  On hands and knees, she crawled over to her brother with a desperate lust in her eyes.
Dane turned to face the wall, his own breath already heavy with the need to feel something warm and soft wrapped around his bone.  He braced his weight on his hands, keeping them firm against the wall, and let her finish yanking his unfastened pants down to his ankles.  Johanna hardly seemed to know what to do with her tongue as she invaded him, driving his hips against the wall in her eagerness.  She hugged his legs to her with one hand as the other slid between her own.
“Wuff, sis...mmph...easy there!” Dane panted, pushing back against her face as she reached her tongue as deep inside him as she could.  His bone ached for a softer mattress than the wall, but he resolutely kept his hands away from his own sensitive skin.
Johanna whimpered, then whined, then seemed to seize up with her nose pressed hard beneath his tail, groaning pleadingly into him as the orgasm ripped through her over-worked body.  She drug herself out of him with a gasp, breathless and near feverish.  “Not...enough...,” she sighed as she began to come down off the climax, and her fingers began slowly circling her pearl for a second round.
Dane nodded his understanding, on the verge of breaking, himself.  “Bed,” he panted, nodding to the frame in the corner.  Reluctantly but obediently, Johanna crawled over and bent herself over the edge of the cold, undressed mattress.  Her brother glanced around the room briefly.  “Wuff...the lube’s somewhere in the van still,” he huffed.
“It’s fine,” his sister huffed, “Just come on.  I don’t mind...”
“You’ll mind in a minute,” Dane countered, “It’ll wuffing hurt dry.”
“It hurts now,” she hissed, clamping her thighs around her fingers desperately.  With a deep breath, she spread her knees wide and used her fingertips to do the same to her vulva.  “One thrust...to get slick.  Be sure you don’t break.”
Easier said than done, Dane thought.  She couldn’t feel the needy ache in his hard-on, or the way it was already beginning to pulse, just begging to stuff itself in any of her holes!  Or even her hand!  Dane gnashed his teeth and took a deep, steadying breath before bending over her hindquarters.  Squeezing his own balls to counter the pleasure with a stab of pain, her brother rammed her once, mercilessly.
“Oh! Ah—aWOO!” Johanna howled, not in pain but in a pleasure that bordered on it.  He felt her walls tighten and squeeze around him, and though his mind told him it was impossible that she could be having a second orgasm so soon, her body was hell-bent on making a fool of him.  Dane withdrew as fast as he’d entered, leaving her gasping.  Johanna was still howling when he slid under her tail, diving all the way to the knot in a single thrust...and couldn’t hold back anymore.
The room filled with their mixed howls for a moment, then with the quiet sound of labored breathing.  Dane remained hunched over his sister’s back as she lay bent over the mattress, holding hands to comfort one another as they caught their breath and their bearings.  Neither dared to move until they were quite sure the last of the pleasure-tremors had passed, along with the burning sensation in their loins.
Johanna carefully withdrew her fingers from her muffin.  The blazing, consuming need to couple was gone, leaving her nether regions feeling oddly cold.  “Ugh.  Can you pull out?” she asked at last, nudging her hips against him gently.  She was just thankful that he hadn’t been so desperate as to get the knot in without some actual lubricant.
Dane nodded against her back, then carefully pulled back from her.  Once free, they both turned and sat with their backs against the bed to finish catching their breath.  “What the wuff was that?” the male Dalmatian asked.
His sister could only shake her head.  “No idea.  But I think it’s gone now, whatever it was,” she squeezed his hand gratefully, “That was brilliant, telling me to lick your tail instead of giving in.  I have never been so angry and turned on at the same time in my life.  Thank you.  You saved me.”
“Call that ‘saving’?” Dane chuckled, “I thought you were possessed or something.  I just said the first thing I thought would be a turn-off, forgetting you actually like it.”
A knock came at the door, startling them both.  “You guys done?” came Gemini’s voice through the door, asking softly as if half hoping not to be heard.
“Come in already,” Dane answered loudly, “Where have you guys been?”
The female Doberman peeked her head through the door, looking at them in their pants-less state with more worry than confusion.  “We got here a while ago, actually.  We could hear you wuffing when we came through the door.  Seriously, are you two okay?  That didn’t sound...normal,” she admitted with obvious concern.
Johanna shook her head.  “Something weird happened.  I’ll tell you everything I can downstairs, but do me a favor first: bring a bottle of your lube inside, in case it happens again.”  That only added more to Gemi’s confusion and concern, but she quickly ran down to the camper to get what her bestie had asked for without further question.
A few minutes later, with all of them sitting on the floor of the large, empty living room, the Dobermans had been filled in as well as Dane and Johanna could manage, giving how little of it made sense even to them.  “Huh...so, like, the new house made you horny?  I’d have called that a perk if you didn’t sound so...desperate.”
Both Dalmatians nodded.  “It definitely wasn’t fun,” Johanna confirmed, by now back in her usual degree of control and sounding almost bored with the whole thing, “I don’t know if it was the house, or something in me that snapped, but be sure to call out if either of you start feeling weird.”
“You’re still okay staying here?” Ares tilted his head, “Think it might have been something related to your anxiety?”
Johanna shook her head.  “That was no panic attack, I’m pretty sure.  But yes, I’m still for moving in.  If you’re thinking about hauntings or some such, the house is only about six years old, with no history to speak of.  The owners built more than they could afford and had to sell shortly after moving in, so it’s not like there’s any trauma to linger here.  I do my homework... even on improbable things.”
Ares chuckled.  “No, I wasn’t thinking of ghosts.  It’d be a pretty weird kind of vengeance to make a couple wuff each other to death.”
“Ah, we can only hope to be so lucky,” Gemini teased with a giggle.  Then she nodded in seriousness.  “Okay, if you two are alright then we’ll help you get the rest of the furniture in.  There’s a bottle of ‘extra-smooth’ on the island in the kitchen if the mood strikes again...supernaturally or otherwise,” she winked at Dane.  But the rest of the day went without incident.  Dane and Ares hauled in their desks, Dane’s old bed, and the living-room furniture while the girls sorted out the kitchen and bathrooms.
It was well after dark by the time they finished, but the rising moon found them all reclining on the sofa in their new living room, contentedly tired and stuffed with pizza.  “What a day,” Gemi sighed, rubbing the back of her neck as she sat on the floor between Dane’s feet.  She sighed again, more contentedly, when the Dalmatian reached down to do the service for her, leaning back against his hands gratefully.  “So where is everyone tonight?  The big bed doesn’t come until tomorrow, right?”
Johanna nodded her head, which was currently pillowed in Ares’ lap at the other end of the couch, while her feet were propped up in Dane’s lap.  “We can sleep in the offices, using Dane and my old beds for tonight,” she recommended, flipping quickly through a handful of articles on her phone, “We just have to pick our pairings.  They’ll only hold a couple each.”
Gemi gave her bestie an appraising look.  “Will you be okay with anyone but Dane?  New place and all...”
The female Dalmatian stared thoughtfully at the ceiling for a moment, tapping her chin.  “Will either of you be mad if I have to trade out during the night?” she asked honestly, and both Dobermans shook their heads sympathetically, “Then lets do couples tonight.  Will you tuck me in, sugarstick?” she patted Ares’ cheek softly despite her eyes having returned to her phone.
“Sure,” the Doberman chuckled, patting her tummy in return, “You just let me know when you want to turn in.”
“Right now,” she answered with a slight yawn, “It’s been a long day for me.”
Gemini giggled softly, glad her best friend was trying hard to be open and affectionate with her brother.  She couldn’t help thinking they made a cute couple, despite the rocky spots they’d already endured.  “Mmm...can Dane and I have your old bed, then?  That way I can at least have the scent of both of you in bed with me.”
“Fine with me,” Johanna nodded, sitting up and getting her feet under her, “Come on, then, sugarstick.  We’re going to go make a mess of brother’s bed.”  The remark made Gemini giggle, then smile as Ares surprised his girlfriend by scooping her up in his arms and carrying her up the stairs...to much confused blinking on Johanna’s part.
“Think she’ll be okay?” the female Doberman asked her boyfriend, resting her chin on his knee.
“I think so.  If not...give me a kiss before you leave,” Dane winked.
Gemini giggled, then took his hand and got to her feet, pulling him to his.  “Come on.  I haven’t had you to myself for a night in months!”  She led Dane up the stairs with an eager smile and excited wag in her tail.  From the hallway between the bedrooms, they could faintly hear Johanna saying something to Ares, but pushed on into Johanna’s office without trying to make out what.
Flipping on the light, Gemini all but danced across the floor, taking in the layout of the spacious room.  It was much bigger than the rooms in their old apartment, even with Johanna’s wide desk dominating one wall.  “Wow, I forgot she took the master room,” Gemini grinned.
Dane chuckled, pulling his shirt over his head and hanging it on the corner of the bed.  “Yep.  The bathroom leaves a little to be desired, but I guess there was only enough room for one tub in the floor-plan.”
“Ooo, but it’s a big tub!  Did you see it?” Gemi sighed wistfully, “I was so happy...”  Realizing he was already getting undressed, Gemi gave him a sly look, holding the hem of her shirt in her hands in preparation to lift it over her head.  “My pajamas are all still in boxes downstairs.  You don’t mind, right?”
His pants and boxers had already joined his shirt on the footboard.  “Do I look like I mind?” Dane chuckled, sporting nothing but a smile. 
The Doberman flung her shirt over her head in a silent cheer, then stretched out on the bed with her back to the wall, patting the mattress beside her invitingly.
“Not going to finish undressing?” her boyfriend arched a brow as he joined her.  As soon as he was on the mattress, Gemini rolled her back to him and curled up against him, conforming her body to his.
“There’s something I want to talk about before we get to wuffing,” she explained with a smile as he put one arm over her to squeeze her breast and cupped the other unabashedly to the curve of her rump.  “Besides, you like getting to undress us, don’t you?”
Her boyfriend just nodded against her back, caressing her bottom through the jeans.  He was the sort who found certain clothing every bit as erotic as a naked body...tight-fit jeans in particular.  Getting to pull them off was just like licking the icing off a cake.  “So what did you want to talk about?”
“You and Johanna,” Gemi cooed, enjoying the attention for the moment.  She was tired after a long day of moving, and very, very much wanted a good round of sex to wind down for the night.  But she had a feeling she’d nod off before the afterglow died out, so she wanted to have this little talk first.
Dane arched a brow.  “You’re not about to tell me you’re turning jealous and want me to break it off with her, are you?” he asked in half jest.  Honestly, if it were anything to that effect, he figured it was more likely she wanted to keep Johanna to herself rather than him.
Gemini’s giggle reassured him.  “If I were going to have that talk, it would definitely come after the sex.  No, I want to talk about your birthdays coming up, and what I want to do for her.  We gave you a nice one last year,” she reminded him, “I think she deserves a treat this year.  Especially after...all this,” Gemi waved at the house in general.
The Dalmation nodded his whole-hearted agreement against her neck, kissing her cheek.  “Definitely.  I’m in.  What did you have in mind?”  If she wanted to plan out a little surprise like they’d given him, she didn’t have to convince him to go along with it.  Gemini was unarguably the best party-planner among them, if this passed year was anything to judge by.
“Well,” she started slowly, as if a little unsure he’d be so enthusiastic once he knew what she was thinking, “I’d like to take a little trip with her.  But our money situation is going to be kind of iffy for the next season, so I figure that should probably wait until next year, when I’ll know what we can really swing.  This year needs to be cheap and close to home.  So I was thinking,” she rubbed her rump against his groin, teasing his sheath and the pink tip of flesh starting to emerge from it, “I’d teach you how to give her a proper wuff, then give you to her exclusively for the day.”
Considering what Johanna had said earlier that morning, Dane thought it was the perfect idea, and Gemini wasn’t even part of that conversation!  But he was tempted to be a little offended.  “Teach me?  I kind of thought I had some experience by now.”
Gemi giggled, bucking her hips against him again, and turned to look over her shoulder at him.  “Not to brag, honeybear, but I got her off six times in a single night, and she doesn’t even want me like she wants you.  You are sweet, sexy, and supportive...but you’re not giving her what she really wants.  So I’m going to teach you.”
He hated to admit that was a fair assessment...but he kind of had to.  And he suspected he knew what she was going to suggest, and also had to admit he was terrible at that.  “Alright, you got me.  So what are we going to do?”
“Well,” the Doberman hooked a thumb into the back of her jeans and started to pull them down her rump, just enough to suggest he should finish undressing her, and gave him a grin over her shoulder, “First, you should enjoy tonight as much as you possibly can.  Because starting tomorrow you’re not going to be getting as much.  In fact, you’re not going to be getting anything you don’t ask for.  In fact, asking will be off-limits.  You have to tell me what you want, when you want it.  Then you’ll get it.”
Dane rolled his eyes, his guess having been spot on.  “Yeah...I have trouble doing that with Johanna.  Why do you think doing it with you will be easier?”
She shrugged at that.  “I dunno.  Somehow, I think you’re more comfortable being pushy with me, when you’re feeling needy...probably because I’m the pushy one most of the time,” she winked, “And maybe because I’m the wilder one, so it’s easier to believe I’ll enjoy even outlandish things.  And maybe...I know you won’t want to admit it...but probably, somewhere in the back of your mind, there’s the idea that she’s the majority of your financial support at the moment, and you really shouldn’t make her feel like you don’t appreciate it.  It’s okay.  The thought crosses my mind sometimes, too.  That’s why I want to help you give her what she really wants, and why I think you’ll be a little braver testing the waters with me.”
Again Dane nodded against her neck.  It made sense.  It actually made him feel a little bad.  Having two such smart and supportive women in his life made it feel hard to give back, sometimes.  “Fine,” he agreed at last, sliding a hand into the back of her pants and squeezing her bare bottom, “Then I’ll give you the same warning I gave her when we started, by way of apology in advance: I don’t trust myself to draw proper limits, when it comes to asserting myself.  What’s erotic isn’t necessarily what’s nice, or polite, or respectful.  So if I go too far, please speak up...and forgive me.”
“Mmm...going too far will be a bit of a challenge with me,” she cooed, rocking needily against him as he continued to knead her posterior, “But I promise.  Push those limits.  Now...I’m wet and about out of patience, so you’d better speak up if there’s anything in particular you’d like to do with me tonight.  Otherwise I’m going to devour your bone like a hungry dog,” she moaned.
Dane chuckled, shoving his hand deeper into her pants and the cleft of her rump, until one finger lightly touched against her back door.  “Actually...right now I really want to rip those pants off you and wuff you in the tail-hole,” he admitted with a mild blush, circling her back door with that fingertip.
Gemini gave him a surprised look over her shoulder.  “Really?  The tail-hole?  That’s not your usual go-to,” she noted, though she made no effort to remove herself from his probing hand.  
“Yeah,” chuckled Dane, “Probably because you’ve got me thinking of Johanna.  It’ll probably last right up until I actually pull your pants down.”
His girlfriend smiled sympathetically, pushing back against his teasing finger and almost forcing it through her backdoor whether he intended to or not.  “The lube is still downstairs.  But if you want to ride me raw, I won’t refuse.  Just go very slow, or I might seriously get hurt.”
“No,” Dane refused, kissing her neck and withdrawing his hand to push her pants the rest of the way down to her legs, “I’m not comfortable with that under any circumstances.  Now get on your back and point your heels at the sky.  I’m going to crush that muffin of yours,” he promised, rolling astride her and pulling her pants and legs up until she was free of the confining fabric.
“Ooh, good choice,” the Doberman moaned, clutching the sheets underneath her and spreading her legs in welcome as he leaned between them.  They were both a little surprised to hear Dane’s phone chime, interrupting them with the announcement of a text message from Johanna.  “Uh-oh,” Gemi whispered, expecting she was giving them fair warning of an impending room-swap.
But the message only contained a link to a video stream and the key to decrypt it...
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Ares carried her all the way into the office...notwithstanding that it felt a little odd to be going to bed in an “office”...and kicked the door closed behind him before setting her down.
“Thank you,” Johanna said, quickly flipping through a couple of apps on her phone at the last second before laying it face-down on the corner of Dane’s desk and squarely facing Ares.  “Strip, lay face-down on the bed, and wait for me,” she instructed after a moment’s consideration.
The Doberman arched a brow...and pulled his shirt over his head.  “You sure don’t waste time establishing who’s boss,” he chuckled, tossing his clothes carelessly into a corner.
“Because you like it,” his girlfriend replied without a thought, leaning back against the desk and openly watching him undress, “Right?”
Ares nodded as his pants joined the pile, and he stretched out on his belly on the bed.  “Yes,” he admitted, “And I’m glad you’re comfortable with it.”
Johanna’s shirt landed on top of the pile he’d made.  “I want to set a good example for brother,” she explained idly as she unhooked her bra and added it to the growing pile, “Even if he’s not always around to see it.  I’d like him to approach me more like you enjoy being approached.  Now keep your hands to yourself until I tell you otherwise.”  Her pants and panties rolled down her legs as one, topping the pile, and she approached the bed.  Ares didn’t ask what she had in mind, but kept his hands under his arms and his arms under his chin as she climbed onto the bed and sat astride the small of his back.
Ares could feel her hands on his shoulders, kneading the tired muscles as she leaned her weight into them.  “You worked hard today.  Thank you.  Really,” she added sincerely.  It was almost a relief to her that she didn’t feel the need to act emotional around him.  Being dead-pan was actually fitting for a dom.  But she wanted him to know she genuinely appreciated his hard work.  By the way he smiled, though, he understood.  Johanna leaned down and kissed him softly on the cheek.  “I’m tired,” the Dalmatian admitted, “So I’m going to make you do most of the work, but I don’t want to send you to bed unrewarded.  Tell me your favorite positions.”
“Positions?” Ares arched a brow, “Plural?”
“Yes,” his girlfriend nodded as her hands moved further down his back, “Three, at least: wuffing your girl, getting wuffed by your girl, and getting wuffed by her brother.”
“Ah,” the Doberman chuckled, “I see.  Well...anything that puts you on top of me is good, I think.  Call me lazy, but I like being on my back.  As for the last one...not like I have much experience to draw from...but I imagine I’d be most comfortable with...ah, wuff, I don’t even know the word.  It’s like missionary with legs up or out or something.  Something that lets me open up as much as possible.  Can’t say I’m a fan of the whole ‘feeling full’ thing.”
Johanna, now working on his lower back, simply nodded.  “That makes sense.  I’ll try to keep those in mind when I have you tied up,” she promised.  Then Johanna patted his rump and got out from over him.  “Now, go back downstairs and get the lube, a condom, and the ribbons from Gemi’s box, if you can find it.”
Tail wagging hopefully, Ares did as he was told, returning a few minutes later with the bottle of lube and two small wrappers of protection.  “I couldn’t find the box,” he admitted apologetically, setting the other items on the floor beside the bed.
“It’s alright,” Johanna answered, sliding out of the bed just as he was sliding into it, “We’ll make do with my panties.”  Pulling them out of the pile of clothes, she hooked them around the narrow part of the headboard, then directed him to insert his hands through the legs and hold them closed around his wrists.  “Don’t break them,” the Doberman warned as she crossed the room to where her phone lay on the desk, “Or I’ll have to punish you, and I’m too tired to think of a good way to do that.”
“Sure,” Ares chuckled, laying on his back with his hands “tied” above his head.  He arched a curious brow as she fidgeted with something on her phone again and then set it on its edge, propped up by the little flip-out stand attached to the back of the case.  “What are you up to?”
“Getting the angle right, as best I can,” she remarked idly, stepping out from between his line of sight and the little device.  The glow of the screen showed him stretched out on the bed as she finished centering him in the frame just before lightly tapping the big red button at one end.
“Wait, you’re recording this?” the Doberman blinked...
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“Wait, you’re recording this?” Ares asked almost the instant the video began playing.
“Streaming, actually,” answered Johanna’s voice from off-screen, still trying to get the phone to sit stable and centered on the bed, “But just to Dane and Gemi.  You said at the cabin that you wouldn’t mind, and I wanted to send them a little thank-you present.  Is that okay?” she asked as the camera stopped twitching and she walked into frame with her back to it.
On the bed, Ares chuckled.  “You’re the dom.  You tell me.”
“Yes, it is,” the Dalmatian answered absently, bending over to pick up her shirt from the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed.  Rolling the hem up almost all the way to the neck in a little coil, Johanna surprised Ares by climbing astride his chest and slipping the loop of cloth around his head, blindfolding him.
“Mm, they’re not going to be able to see my face much with this on,” the Doberman chuckled as his girlfriend leaned over to pluck the condom and bottle of lube up from the floor.
“It’s okay.  They’ll want to see my figure more than your face, anyway,” she noted, splitting the condom wrapper open.
“Ouch!  That’s cold, sis,” Dane chuckled from Gemi’s side, propped up on one elbow to watch as she held his phone above her head.
“Ouch! That’s cold, girl,” Ares chuckled at almost the exact same time, causing Gemini to giggle.
“But not wrong,” she winked at her boyfriend, “And you know he’s loving it.  Just look at that bone on him...”
The stream continued as Johanna plucked the little rubber roll out of its package and rolled it down Ares’ bright red rod before pouring a generous amount of lube into one of her palms and spreading it all over both hands.  Then she situated herself between his spread legs, pressing the one nearest to the camera down flat to one side while she hugged the other lightly to her shoulder.  “Keep that down, or they won’t be able to see what we’re doing,” the Dalmatian advised as she began gently scratching and squeezing lightly at his balls and sheath, working just a little lower and deeper each time her fingers flexed...
The stream paused suddenly, causing Dane to blink in confusion before he realized Gemini had done it deliberately.  “Oh wuff,” the female Doberman huffed, fingers running needily around the edge of her muffin, “Which one do you want?”
“Huh?” Dane blinked, his own hand full of his sac as he tried not to start getting off without his girlfriend.
“I kind of want to be my brother right now,” Gemi explained with a grin, “All helpless and about to get pounded...but I’ll be happy to top you if you want to mirror them better.”
Dane had to laugh at the very thought of Ares being ‘helpless’.  “So...you want to roleplay as our siblings, and do...whatever they’re about to do, as they do it?”
Gemini nodded with a bright, hopeful smile.  “As close as we can imitate, anyway, depending on which role you pick.  So...can I play my brother, or do you want me to be your sister?” she grinned, knowing full well that just the phrasing was going to effect him.  And she was well rewarded by a twitch of his bone against her hip.
“Bear in mind: they have the lube,” her boyfriend reminded her...and was surprised when she hopped to her feet and went skittering out of the room in response.  Gemini returned a few short minutes later, with her Box-o’-Kinks triumphantly in hand.
“Tee-hee!  I made sure to mark the box it was in, and keep track of where it got stacked.  I had a feeling we’d start fooling around tonight,” she winked as she flipped open the lid and pulled out the hefty dispenser inside.
Dane blinked...then chuckled.  “Why am I not surprised.  Alright then...I’ll play Johanna’s part, and you can enjoy your brother’s point of view,” he told her, setting the dispenser of lube down on the edge of the headboard, “We’ll forgo the bonds and blindfold, though.  Those would be pointless on our end.”
With a quiet cheer, the female Doberman resumed her position on her back while her boyfriend broke out the condom and rolled it on.  “Okay, honeybear, get those hands prepped and probing,” she giggled, resting her hands and the phone against the headboard above her, where they could both (more or less) see the screen.  She waited for him to finish getting ready and into position, and begin teasingly running his fingers around the crease between vulva and labia, then cooed with the building anticipation.  “And she was just about to...,” the Doberman pressed the play button on the video again.
“I’m going to shove my fingers up your tail-hole,” Johanna warned her captive boyfriend, quietly but bluntly, as her reach began to encroach into the cleft of his rump and run unapologetically over his back door, “Two of them, at least.  Three, if you don’t peak too quickly.  Will you enjoy that?”
“Eh...not especially,” Ares admitted.  He felt her pause with one fingertip over his button.
The female Dalmatian nodded, then answered aloud, “Too bad,” as her middle finger pressed into him up to the second knuckle.  Ares gasped, and his legs tensed, but held his position as Johanna began gently finger-wuffing him.  “You should get used to it.  Dane’s a lot thicker than this.  I told you before that I’m the fringe-benefit, didn’t I?  It’s brother you have to keep happy, and that means being ready,” she warned, carefully sliding a second finger in beside the first.
Ares gasped through grit teeth.  “I don’t...think he’s too interested,” the Doberman countered, bone twitching in her other hand while she gently worked his back door in clear view of the camera.
“It’s on you to make it appealing, then,” Johanna kissed his nose briefly, encouragingly, “That will help him be less reluctant about mine, too.  So tomorrow,” she rested her nose against his, “You’re going to find some time to offer your tail to him.  And you’re going to convince him to take it.  If you do, I’ll bind you up in cuffs and ride you without a condom, as a reward,” she promised, making his bone twitch anew.
“Oh wuff she is good,” Gemini moaned, her own legs half-curled and toes twitching as Dane gently imitated his sister’s actions under her tail.  Although her brother’s hands were tied...if only in pretense...Gemi had dedicated one hand to gently stroking her boyfriend’s bone in return while they watched.
“And if I don’t?” Ares asked in the video.
Johanna responded by licking his bone.  “Then you’ll have to be satisfied with just a blowjob.  But I think you can do it.  Just like you can do this,” she added, sliding another finger into his stretching hole.
“Ah...wuff!” he hissed, though his hips bucked weakly against her fingers in a way that suggested he was enjoying it more than he was letting on...and perhaps more than anticipated.
“A little harder,” Gemi whispered encouragingly to Dane, having rolled onto her side to allow him a deeper reach while he watched with his chin propped on her shoulder.  Or maybe she was whispering her wishes to Johanna, though the female Dalmatian was well out of hearing and several seconds ahead of the video stream, without doubt.
Either way, Dane chuckled.  “I think you’re enjoying this a lot more than he is,” the Dalmatian observed, pressing his invading fingers as deep into her as the knuckles would allow.  She cooed appreciatively.
“More used to it,” she admitted, “With bigger, longer...”  She turned her head toward her shoulder and allowed him to interrupt her with a kiss, as Johanna silenced Ares with the same on the screen.
“Alright, legs up now,” Johanna instructed as she broke the kiss, patting the back of one of Ares’ thighs to coax him into raising it, “And keep that howl choked tonight.  Just in case they really went to bed.  I don’t want to wake them.”
“Heh...and here I thought you were tired, and wanted me to do the work,” the Doberman chuckled as he pulled his knees up to his chest and his girlfriend situated herself close behind his up-turned rump.
“I am,” she admitted with a sigh, leaning a little against his thighs and spreading her own knees wide around his tush, “And I do, but I think this will be better now.  Tell me if it hurts,” she advised, carefully drawing his bone back until it pointed almost straight away from his belly and pushing herself forward onto it.  From the camera’s angle, it almost looked as though she were the one wuffing him now...and in a sense, that might be correct.
Gemi placed a hand on Dane’s tummy to stop him as he lined up with her muffin.  “So...about what you said before,” the female Doberman grinned sheepishly, “I was kind of being lazy, but since I’ve gone and gotten the lube already, and I’m supposed to be the boy on the bed, you should definitely do that.”  She pulled her knees even closer to her chest, lifting the curve of her tush higher.
Dane rolled his eyes, pushed her hips back down onto the bed, and pried her knees apart as he leaned between them.  “No,” he said firmly, though he almost looked ashamed for using the word, “I can’t wuff either of them anywhere but the tail.  You’re the only one I can legit pound muffin with.  So I’m...,” he paused and rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish smile, “I’m sorry, you were—”
Gemi’s legs wrapped around his hips, her heels planting just above his tail, and all but rammed his rubber-coated bone into her dripping-wet muffin.  “Oh, that was so good!” she cooed, “Right up until you started worrying about me.”  Gemini curled up (Dane was a little surprised at her flexibility) and planted a short, firm kiss on his lips before falling back onto the bed.  “Go on.  Take me like you want me.  I’ll get my way when I want to,” she promised with a wink.  They left the video playing in the background, the sound of their siblings wuffing adding to their arousal, though neither of them paid it any more attention than that for the rest of the night.
Johanna changed positions after less than a minute, switching to sitting astride Ares’ stomach cow-girl style and bouncing firmly but slowly up and down on his bone.  “Sorry,” she whispered, hopefully too low for the camera to pick up, “Really tired.”
“Don’t sweat it,” he answered in similarly soft fashion, then groaned aloud as she added more weight to each drop.  Truth be told, her “abuse” up to this point had been terrific, and he was about as aroused as he could stand.  Just imagining replaying this situation later, with genuine cuffs, was making him uncomfortably tight in the loins, and Joahanna could feel it.  She clamped her own walls as tight around him as she could stand, huffing with the effort, and nearly fell onto his chest in relief when she felt his knot swell and surge, and heard the low, ominous growl reverberate through his chest as he tried not to howl.
“Oh, wuff,” the exhausted Dalmatian huffed, using her boyfriend as a pillow while they both caught their breath.  Pulling herself off his bone, she staggered over to where her phone was still propped up, and cleared her throat as she forced one last moment of composure onto her face.  Leaning down, she looked square into the camera and whispered, “I love you both.  Good night.”  Then she quickly tapped the little button to end the stream.
“Heh...does that mean...I can take these...off now?” Ares panted, still coming down off the euphoria.
“Please,” Johanna nodded, crawling rather than walking back to the bed and forcing him to scoot to the back so she could collapse onto the nearest side.
Ares laid an arm across her as she snuggled in, finding the side with her back to him more comfortable than the other one.  Her boyfriend kissed her cheek.  “You should have just gone to bed.  Thank you for the trouble.”
Johanna shook her head.  “Wanted to,” she murmured, “Really wanted to.”
“Just sleep now,” the Doberman at her back encouraged, also settling in comfortably behind her.
He was surprise when she called his name again a minute later, and patted her shoulder to let her know he was still awake and listening.  “Show’s over,” she murmured, “I didn’t mean it.  I will not withhold affection on conditions, ever.  Wuff me tomorrow, whether you convince brother or not.”
Ares chuckled, and kissed the back of her ear.  “...But you still want me to try, don’t you?”  She nodded silently.  “Then I will,” the Doberman promised, laying down at her back.  They were both asleep in a blink.