A Two-Tailed Date
“You should invite Gemini,” Johanna suggested as they wound down on the couch the following Thursday.
Dane’s character got knocked out of the arena when he suddenly stopped moving, giving a disbelieving look to the sibling reclining against his chest, nestled between his legs and staring at her phone like always.  Despite the cozy closeness, and their new habit of sleeping in the same bed every night, the pair had shared nothing more intimate than passing kisses since their antics earlier in the week.  Johanna already had a tough time waking up in the mornings, and anything that made that even more difficult would start to interfere with her work, which she was very particular about.  Dane, likewise, was getting an early start each day making the rounds in search of work...even just an odd-job...only indulging himself in games after dinner.
So Friday was the first night they would have a good opportunity to act on the plans they’d very spontaneously made before falling asleep on Monday, a fact which Johanna had pointed out and Dane agreed to...right before she suggested adding his girlfriend into the mix.
“Invite her...to watch anal porn with us?” he asked, stating the situation as clearly as he imagined it could be.
His sister just nodded.  “Call it a movie night, if you didn’t already have something in mind and don’t mind a third wheel on your second date.  I’ll understand if you say ‘no’.  We can put it off to Saturday.”
He started another round, playing through about half of it while he mulled over the suggestion.  If they were any other pair of girls...  “I sure don’t mind, but...you two aren’t planning something, are you?” he probed, trying not to sound too suspicious.  There was no telling how much information had passed between those two in the last three days, and he was starting to get the idea that they were much more devious and uninhibited than he ever dared to imagine before last week.
But Johanna shook her head this time.  “I actually haven’t talked to her since Sunday, so I’d like to see her.  And she’s probably starting to wonder just how often we’re doing it,” his sister noted bluntly, causing Dane to chuckle.  The female Dalmation sighed, “Actually, now I think about it, I’ll probably have to fight her over this, but I want you to myself for a little longer before she starts spending the night.”
Her brother cringed just a little.  “Uh...is it bad that she already gave me a blow-job on our first date, then?” he asked a little hesitantly, not having realized Johanna might be feeling possessive at the moment.  But she was quick to correct that thought.
“Not at all.  I fully expect her to sneak you off somewhere private to wuff pretty much every time you two are out.  She’s Gemi, after all.  I think they call it a ‘sexual tyrannosaurus’ these days,” the Dalmatian mused, causing her brother to snicker.  “I just want to enjoy you a little more without another body crowding the bed, but I’d like to hang out with her a bit too.  Since I’m intruding on date night, I’ll give you two your privacy the minute you want it.”  She turned her head a little, giving him a meaningful look over her shoulder.  “Unless you tell me otherwise.”
He had veto power.  Dane still wasn’t comfortable being dominating with anyone, especially with her, but he had promised them both to try.  He had no doubt she would join them in bed if he told her to in no uncertain terms.  Or stay out of their date altogether.  “I’ll decide that when the shows are over,” he said, making at least part of the decision clear at the moment, and she seemed to find that acceptable, so returned her attention to her phone.  Dane put down his game at the end of the match and pulled out his own phone, sending a brief string of texts to Gemini explaining the plan for their date tomorrow...mostly.  He had a feeling she wouldn’t mind the part he was keeping a surprise.
The next evening, shortly after the take-out arrived, so did Gemini.  Johanna answered the door...and was very nearly tackled by the excited Doberman, who squeezed her in a tight hug and kissed her so suddenly and fiercely on the mouth that the Dalmatian was stunned.  “Hii-iie,” Gemi called out cheerily, albeit a little late, “Thanks for having me over!  I think the in-house dinner-and-a-movie is a great idea for our date!”
Dane, still setting out plates on the kitchen table, chuckled at his boisterous girlfriend and unbalanced sister.  “Thanks for letting Johanna join us.”
“Pshaw!” Gemi waved off the thanks like it might insult her, “As if I’d complain.  You’re my girlfriend too, after all,” she declared a little more quietly with a wink at the Dalmatian before dropping her purse behind the door.
“I’m your best friend,” Johanna corrected , regaining her composure, “Who just happens to be your boyfriend’s sister.  Who he just happens to be wuffing.”
“Oo, is he now?” Gemi cast a sly look at the other female, “Is that why you haven’t been talking to me lately?”  She rounded on Dane with a commanding finger-point.  “Spill!  How many, and who gives the better blowjob?  I want juicy details on a 10-point scale.”
Her boyfriend rolled his eyes, and pulled out a chair for her in front of a hot plate.  “Only once.  No blowjob involved.  Soy-sauce?”
It would have been satisfying to see her as stunned as she’d left Johanna, if only Dane had any idea what he’d said to suddenly make her stand stock-still, looking at him like he’d just sprouted a second head.  “Oh wow, you were serious,” she noted quietly, coming over to the table while giving Johanna an appraising look.  “I thought it’d take longer than that to break you.  You’ve been working overtime, huh?” she asked of Johanna.
The Dalmation just shook her head, clicking away at something on her phone with her thumb as she pulled out a chair for herself.  “I just have a very kind brother.  And he took to heart something you said while you were out hiking on Monday...so thank you,” the other female said in all sincerity.
“Glad to help,” her best friend answered in kind.  It was amazing to Dane how quickly they could turn the banter on and off when the mood changed.  But it was also encouraging to see that their ‘rivalry’ was only superficial at best...and this odd relationship they’d all agreed to didn’t seem to be driving any real wedges between them.  “So, our first two-tailed date,” she mused with a forkful of food hovering just out of reach of her mouth, “No lie: I’m excited.  What are we watching?”
“Porn,” Johanna answered, as if it was just another movie title, flipping through open apps as she took her first bite.  Dane tried not to laugh as Gemi tried not to choke, having got the answer just after stuffing her face.
“Really?!  Wait, so are we...?”  She looked from Dane to Johanna and back again...and Dane could see the steadily growing excitement in her face.  He actually felt kind of bad about dashing her hopes...
“No,” her boyfriend declared firmly, visibly deflating her.  He rubbed the back of his neck, steeled his nerves, and explained himself: “We agreed that, if we’re going to go all the way with each other, we could only ever do it under the tail.  I’m not terribly comfortable with that...yet.  Johanna admitted that she wasn’t at first, either, and made the mistake of mentioning she’d watched some videos to help get over it.”
“And the toy,” his sister interjected casually, as if he’d just neglected a minor but necessary detail.
“The one I recommended?” Gemi asked, smirking when the other female nodded, “And?”
“Too small.  Good quality, though, so I wouldn’t say it’s a waste.”
“Anyway,” Dane cut in forcefully.  Somehow he couldn’t be surprised at this point that Gemini had been involved in selecting a sex-toy for his sister...and it was too early in the evening to indulge his imagination in how that bit of shopping had gone.  “I asked her to share some of those videos with me, to help me...get used to it.  And then we thought that you might like to watch with us, so...”
The Doberman swallowed another mouthful with a nod.  “Oh, you thought right.  But I’m already getting wet at the thought.  If you think I’m going to make it through a tail-wuffing marathon without wuffing at least one of you, you are in for an orgasm of new thoughts.”
Johanna wiggled her fork in Dane’s direction.  “He’ll dry you out.  I’m horning in on your date, so being odd-one-out is the least I can do.  Does this look any good to you?” she turned her phone to let Gemi see something on the screen, though at an angle that made it impossible for Dane to catch what it was.
Gemini actually frowned at her, clearly able to think of at least one other solution she would enjoy much, much more.  But finally she just sighed and shrugged, like that was what one expected of life, and stabbed her fork in the general direction of the phone.  “Not bad.  Pick a different color and a higher top.”  And so the rest of dinner went, with most of the conversation going on between the girls.  Dane was fine with that, amused by the little game they seemed to be playing around him.  From the individual remarks, he gathered they were shopping for clothes, but also that they didn’t want him to know what kind, as Johanna was careful never to give him a clear view of the screen and neither of them mentioned any identifying details about the style of the garment.
When dinner was over, Gemini offered to help wash the plates while Johanna cued up the playlist she’d put together.  “So...casual wear or lingerie?” Dane asked, figuring they couldn’t be mad at him for just listening in.
“S&M leathers,” his girlfriend returned without blinking.  He almost bought it.  She cracked into giggles when he rolled his eyes and swatted her rump, finished drying the plates he handed to her, then leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.  “I love you,” she beamed, causing his heart to flutter.
“I love you, too,” he returned, putting an arm around her as they made their way to join Johanna on the couch.  The girls situated themselves on either side of him, each claiming an arm to cling to.  But as soon as Johanna hit “play” on the list, Gemi snapped her fingers to draw the Dalmatian’s attention to the hand she held out in front of Dane’s chest.  After considering it for a moment, Johanna laid one of her hands in Gemini’s, and together they rested those hands in Dane’s lap, completing the lovers-triangle.
About eight videos and a little over an hour later, Dane could honestly say he was feeling...less than aroused.  “Don’t take this as criticism,” he said quietly to Johanna, “But I’m a little disappointed by the lack of females in these clips.”
His sister nodded.  “Guys sort of dominate this space.  There are plenty of females, but they tend to either hide the point of penetration or never show anything except the hole in way-too-close-up.  It was easier to find quality clips of guys.”
They both gave a sideways look to Gemi, clinging tight to Dane’s right arm with her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth and her thighs conspicuously clamped around his hand.  He wasn’t at a great angle to do more than cup her through her skirt, but it was enough to tell this was definitely working for her.
“Mmm...well if this isn’t helping you two, then why are we watching when we could be doing?” she grinned.
“That’s what I suggested,” Johanna nodded, “But reality is a little off-putting to him, still.  Movies are ‘cleaner’ than real life.”
Gemini rolled her eyes and smacked his chest lightly like he’d insulted her while she was out of the room.  “Clearly I have not given you the full tour of me,” the Doberman declared, getting to her feet and pulling Johanna up with her.  The pair stood in front of Dane, who was just coming to realize his girlfriend had gotten started on something and wondering how nervous he should be when she leaned over and tapped his nose to make sure he was paying attention.  “Honeybear, your sweet sister and beautiful girlfriend are about to lay all their most shameful bits bare for you.  You will not embarrass them by being distracted by anything else.  If you do, I will not meet you again for at least a month.”
Surprisingly, the threat actually scared him.  They’d been dating for barely a week, but he definitely wanted that to continue uninterrupted.  Seeing that he’d gotten the message, the Doberman smiled and kissed his nose, then turned to Johanna.  “Alright, all four on the table.  You’ve been using that lotion I gave you, right?”
The Dalmatian nodded, kneeling on the coffee table with a kind of perplexed look, like she wasn’t sure what she was doing even though she seemed to know what Gemi had in mind.  Before she bent over, though, the female looked over her shoulder at her brother.  “...Do you want me to enjoy it?”
He blinked, and swallowed, and gave a clear answer that she would know honestly came from him.  “No.  Not this time.”
His sister nodded, putting her hands down on the far edge of the table, her lifted tail facing toward him.  Gemini glanced between them briefly after the exchange, but didn’t let whatever had passed between them break her stride.  Walking around the table to stand by Johanna’s head, Gemini reached over her back and rolled the loose, elastic waist of her casual pants and panties down over the curve of her rump.  With her bottom bared less than a foot from Dane’s face, Gemi gently pressed down on the back of Johanna’s head, encouraging her to lower her front the rest of the way down until her chin was level with the rest of the table and her tail-end practically aimed at the ceiling.
Smiling at Dane with eyes half-lidded, Gemini ran her hands sensuously over the curve of her friend’s upturned tush and down the back of her legs, softly kissing each round cheek before sliding her fingers into the cleft between them and spreading them wide open.  Below her, Johanna grimaced, squirming a little uncomfortably, and tried to lower her tail.  “Look there,” Gemini cooed, gently running her hand under Johanna’s tail to lift it again and nuzzling one of Johanna’s spread cheeks with her own.  She gazed adoringly at the little pink center below her tail.  “Clean as a whistle.”  She proved the point by pressing her nose lightly against it, making Johanna twitch, then snaking the tip of her tongue between her smiling lips and running it in a slow, firm circle around the full perimeter of the rim, watching Dane closely to be sure he was being attentive.  “Tastier than dinner was, too.”
The Dalmatian grit her teeth and squinted her eyes shut, her cheeks blushing red as she endured the humiliating touches of her best friend.  “Stop it, Gemi.  You’re embarrassing me,” she muttered, starting to draw her rump away.  Gemini pinched one cheek to stop her, and Johanna obeyed with a little squeak.
Tongue still out, Gemini slipped two fingers between her lips and sucked them briefly, until they were nice and wet with her saliva.  She then traced the tip of one nail teasingly around the edge of Johanna’s rim, idly licking the soft skin of her tush nearby.  Johanna grimaced and shuddered with an expression of mild revulsion as the finger came to a stop in the dead center of her pink button, nudging playfully at the tightly clenched muscle.  “Mmph,” grimaced  the Dalmatian as the tip pressed through her back door, “Easy there!  That’s sensitive, you know,” she whined, pressing her chin against the table in humiliation.
Gemini was ignoring her, watching her brother instead, as she slowly inserted one finger...and then two...down to the first knuckle in her back door.  “Tight, and warm, and soft as any muffin,” the Doberman appraised, “She takes good care of herself.  She must really want this to be nice for you.”  The Doberman gave one more long, full-tongued lick across Johanna’s rump before removing her fingers and sucking the tips gently.  “Mmm, I could do this all night...but she’d be a lot happier if you did, you know.”
To his credit, Dane had indeed watched every gesture, caress, and intrusion without fail...though his face still looked less than enthusiastic about it all.  Gemini wasn’t just watching his face, though, and she gave much more weight to the now-obvious bulge in the front of her boyfriend’s shorts, which grew even tighter as she fingered his sister in front of him.
Gemini stalked back around to the near side of the table, leaning down to kiss Dane’s nose again before turning her back to him and bending over beside Johanna.  “I wore my favorite panties tonight,” she winked over her shoulder before flipping the hem of her skirt up over her back, revealing a perfectly bare and pantiless bottom. She then joined Johanna on all fours on the table.  There was barely enough room for both of them on the stout piece of furniture, and the cheeks of their upturned rumps pressed together.
“Of course, I take good care of mine, too,” she cooed, laying her head on her arms as she waved her rump invitingly in the air, bumping it playfully against Johanna’s.  The Dalmatian kept her eyes squeezed shut and her chin on the wood, appearing humiliated beyond words, while the Doberman gazed at her adoringly.  “So tell me which one you think looks more inviting,” she teased her boyfriend.
He hesitated for a moment before answering, “...The pink one.”
Gemi rolled her eyes with a grin.  “I guess I should paint mine somehow, too.  Okay, hot stuff, tell me which you like the smell of better.”
They heard the soft shuffle of couch cushions behind them, but neither looked back.  Johanna grimaced and covered her eyes as she felt the faint, warm brush of air over her tail-hole as Dane sniffed her.  Gemini’s tail started rapidly patting her hips on either side, pleasantly surprised by how well he was playing along.  She had honestly expected more protest by now.  However far he went passed this, she would have to reward him for it.
“Um...yours,” came the reluctant answer, making Gemi grin again.
“And what does it smell like, that you enjoy?” she tested his honesty.
“Vanilla.”
“Good boy.  I’ll make a note to keep that.  SOo...which of us do you think is softer?”  She asked this one more quietly, pretty sure she was pushing up against his genuine limits now.  She sighed happily at the feel of a fingertip tentatively caressing the sensitive skin around her rim.  The little tremble that ran down Johanna’s back said she was enduring the same touch simultaneously.
“Ooh, wuff,” the Doberman sighed, breaking her sultry character for a moment, “I am so wet now.”  She whispered to Johanna, who she was fairly sure was listening despite her attempts to hide her face under her arms.  “Do you know how long I’ve wanted a scenario like this?  Down on my belly beside you, waiting for a hot guy to pick which one of us he’s going to wuff first?  I kind of hope it’s me, because I want to tell you all about what you have to look forward to.  And I kind of hope it’s you, because I want to squirm around and make you lick me while I watch you get plowed from right underneath your—EEK!”
She squeaked as a short, sharp smack stung her bottom, interrupting her teasing.  “The pink one again,” Dane answered her, actually sounding mildly annoyed, “I suppose you want a taste-test next?”
“Mmm, you got it, big boy,” Gemi moaned happily, rubbing her stung rump but hardly put off by it, “I think you’ve got the hang of the game now.”
Johanna had uncovered her face again, her hands back to simply gripping the edge of the table, and turned toward her friend.  She looked thoroughly and actually miserable.  Gemini began to wonder if she had misread the room, and maybe owed her friend an apology rather than a hi-five.  “Is this really helping?” the Dalmatian asked softly, “Now I think we’re just—!”  She pushed herself up from the table with a gasp of genuine surprise, looking over her own shoulder in disbelief.  Dane had one hand gripping her thigh at the hip, the other holding her tail high and steady, and his face pressed firmly into her rump.  It was hard to read his expression with half his muzzle buried between her cheeks.  She wouldn’t say he looked pleased...but that was definitely his tongue painting her back door and all the areas surrounding.  Repeatedly.
The female Dalmatian slowly lowered her head back down to the table, her face a quasi-blank stare, having dropped the emotional act at this point.  Looking Gemini in the eye, she whispered, “You are, without a doubt, my very best friend, and I love you.”
Gemi scooted a little closer and kissed her softly on the lips, a gesture Johanna returned deeply and gratefully.  Honestly, she was about as shocked as her friend was.  He was making a real effort to give them both a good night...from definitely outside his actual comfort zone now.  It warmed her heart...and her cheeks, ripe with fresh blush.  Dane made a sound as he withdrew from Johanna’s backside, not quite disgust but definitely carrying a measure of reluctance.  As he shifted over behind Gemini, the Doberman’s tail started wagging triple-time, and she gripped hard on the edge of the table, her smiling face aglow with anticipation...
“Ouch,” she hissed softly, still smiling, as he grabbed her tail and gave it a tight squeeze.  Yeah...he was way outside his comfort zone, and blamed her mostly.  She owed him a big treat for this later.  But Johanna probably couldn’t thank her enough for helping him cross the milestone.  Maybe now they could enjoy more of what the female Dalmatian had longed for since their days in high school.  That thought warmed Gemi’s heart even more than the tongue now warming her backside.  Her arousal dripped liquid manifestation onto the table between her knees.  Gods forgotten, she might climax right here...
Dane wiped his mouth...and his tongue...on the hem of his shirt...thoroughly.  Moving around to sit on the floor in front of their lowered chins, he left her disappointed...if only a little.  She could accept it as a suitable punishment for driving him to this point.  Her boyfriend had opened his pants at some point, and his raging boner stood practically straight up toward the ceiling.  He stopped them both with a hand on top of their heads the instant they started to crawl down toward him, though.
“Satisfied?” the male Dalmatian asked with a gentle smile.
“Oh, not hardly,” Gemi moaned, running her tongue over her lips with a lusty look at his erection and grinding her thighs against each other.  Johanna was just looking at his face, smiling faintly, with her tail wagging above her...waiting patiently for him to tell her how he wanted to be rewarded.
With a mischievous chuckle, he declared, “Good.  Then you,” he laid a finger on top of Johanna’s nose, “Are going to take care of that for her.  All night.  Now I need to go brush my teeth.”
“Ah—wait, what?!” Gemini gasped, dumbfounded, as both she and Johanna practically sprang up from the table.
“She tells me that she’s still a virgin, even after dating you for a whole season,” Dane shrugged, never getting up from his seat on the floor, “I take that to mean you never got what you wanted that whole time.  You’re overdue for some.”  He looked at Johanna.  “No threesome.  The bed won’t be too crowded.  Show my girlfriend how much you appreciate her generosity.”
“I...you...ooo, you...!” Gemini was still raving, trying to form a coherent thought through her surprise.  She was trying hard to sound mad, too, but the rapid wag of her tail and unbreaking smile on her face were betraying her delight.  “I will wuff you for this!  Hard!” she threatened at last, just before Johanna took her hand and pulled her to her side.
“You are horrible and wonderful,” his sister agreed softly, “And I love you.”  Still holding Gemini by the hand, she started for her room, leading the Doberman along behind her.  “Come on.  We’ll do that thing you always talk about, until it hurts.”  Gemini looked from Johanna back to Dane, then seemed to resign herself to this outcome, leaning against her “girlfriend” and kissing her cheek gently.
“Don’t be shy about making noise,” Dane called after them with a chuckle, “I’ll be masturbating in my room while I listen to you!”
He was answered by a startled, happy squeal from Gemi, and the thump of someone landing hard on a bed.  Grinning (and rubbing his already aching boner), Dane went to brush his teeth with half a tube of paste and even more of a bottle of mouthwash before flopping onto his own bed with the door open.  Listening carefully to every muffled groan, thump, and squeal coming from across the hall, he stroked himself to orgasm. Satisfied in more ways than one, he pulled his blankets up and—tried—to go to sleep.  He was startled back from the verge of it several times by a sudden, orgasmic howl from across the hall, lasting until early into the morning.
It was after eleven before the door to Johanna’s room creaked open and Gemini came padding out, wearing a bright orange, oversized sleep-shirt she’d borrowed from her bed-mate.  Pushing her short-cut hair back from her face, she looked briefly around the living area, found Dane reclining on the couch, and promptly approached him.
“Good morning,” the Dalmatian chuckled as she came into view, “Coffee’s on.  I’ll have breakfast ready in—”
As soon as he was in reach, Gemini cupped his cheeks in her hands, tilted his head back, and leaned down to kiss him, softly, on the lips.  He could taste the lingering flavor of sex and cherry chap-stick.  She flashed an adoring smile as they parted, then groaned and put her hands on either side of her head.  “Ugh, even my lips are sore,” she murmured, walking over to sit at the kitchen table and wait gratefully for the promised coffee and breakfast.
“It sounds like you had fun last night,” Dane remarked off-offhandedly, setting a mug of coffee in front of her and turning on the stove, “I take it she was into it?”
“She is a monster,” Gemini answered, though she smiled as she said it, “I thought she was exaggerating when she said we’d do it until it hurt, but now everything is tingly.”  She took a sip of the coffee, winced, and took another sip.
Dane arched a brow at her achy condition, cracking some eggs in the skillet.  “Exactly what did she do to you?”
“Not half as much as I did to her,” the Doberman admitted, smirking at the memory.  Then she groaned and dropped her head onto the table...maybe a little harder than she meant, based on the grimace when she lifted it back up.  “Oh wuff, she is going to strangle me.  Uh, she’s going to need your help when she wakes up.  I kind of told her to leave something in until you took it out for her.”  She cringed a little at his partly inquiring and partly disapproving look.  “The... uh...plug.  Be gentle.  Everything is dry and a little sticky by now.”  She tugged down the neckline of the shirt to show patches of obviously matted fur across the top of her breast.
“Gods forgotten,” Dane sighed, “Went a little over-board, don’t you think?  You’re allowed to use our shower, you know.”
She nodded tiredly as he put down a plate of eggs and toast in front of her, taking a quick bite.  “I’d love to, but I don’t trust my legs for that long yet.  I might need your help,” she said without the least hint of flirt.  “Yeah, I may have lost my mind for a bit after putting on that show for you.  To be honest, I was on such a high.  She didn’t shy away from kisses and let me put hands on her pretty freely when we were dating, but I don’t think she got off even once.  No, she wasn’t kidding when she said she’s still a virgin: She let me massage her muffin a couple of times, but got so dry after the first minute that I worried about hurting her.  I never dared put anything inside her, on either side.”  Gemini paused to whoof down a couple more bites, washing them down with another sip of coffee, and smiled almost wistfully.  “And then last night happened.  I swear the show was for you, but she has never been so happy to be touched, especially under her tail, so I didn’t want to stop.  And don’t you think for an instant that I was fooled by her complaints.  Which reminds me,” the Doberman laid her cup down and leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs and her arms (carefully, with some wincing) and actually managed to look sternly at him, “What was that all about?  She asked you if she could enjoy it, and you told her not to?  I don’t remember ever wanting to smack you before.”
“Eh, that’s fair,” he admitted, taking a seat across from her and looking apologetic.  “I...was embarrassed...and may have panicked a bit.  She’s been doing this thing ever since...well, since this thing between us got started.  In short, I think she’s worried that her natural personality makes it kind of like having sex with a robot, and she thinks that will turn me off.  Or at least not excite me.  So she’s trying to figure out what sort of approach gets the most rise out of me.  So far, I’ve just been telling her to enjoy whatever she enjoys and let me know what she doesn’t...which, I’ll admit, makes her really enticing when she gets into it, and also kind of...aggressive.”
Gemi tilted her head, giving him a dubious look.  “So when you said ‘No, not this time’...?”
He shrugged.  “I honestly wasn’t sure what she’d do.  Like I said, I panicked a little.  I just didn’t want to be the only reluctant one.  I feel guilty enough for hesitating to give as good as I get from her,” he grimaced, “So I...kind of asked her to come to my side, in a roundabout way.  Sorry about that.  Apparently it means that she will act embarrassed and ashamed.  Obviously, though, she didn’t actually hold back.  And you already said you could tell she did, in fact, enjoy the attention.”
“Yeah, because I know her, and what to look for,” Gemini agreed, reaching for her coffee cup again with a sigh, “Well, if that’s what it was then I guess you don’t deserve smacking after all.  Sorry I doubted you.  Of the three of us, you were the only one who might genuinely not want to go through with what we did.”  Her boyfriend nodded his complete understanding, and she was smiling again by the next time she lowered the mug.  “Speaking of: you were a real trooper last night.  I wanted to do something nice for you today to reward you, but I’m such a wreck that you might have to wait until tomorrow...or even later.  Sorry about that.”
He laughed.  “What’s this?  The sexual tyrannosaurus has met its match?” he winked.
She tried hard to look offended.  “I’m telling you, she is a monster!  I did her twice for every once she did me, and she still kept coming!  I’m pretty sure we didn’t actually mean to settle down; I just woke up after that last orgasm and realized some time had passed.”
Dane chuckled again, pulling his phone out of his pocket and checking the time as she set her empty mug down.  “Well, if you want that shower, you’ve probably got at least an hour or two now.  She’ll usually sleep this late on a night she gets good sleep, if she doesn’t set an alarm for herself.”
Gemini nodded in agreement, knowing her friend’s sleeping habits, and pushed herself back from the table with some effort.  She took his hand in passing, pulling him along behind.  “Come on.  You can be my safety net.  I wish you guys had a tub right now.  A bath would be great, but I am going to sit down, regardless.”
Her boyfriend hardly minded, having already gotten his shower that morning.  Once in the bathroom, she stepped into the shower without even breaking stride, the tee-shirt being the only article of clothing she had on.  The Doberman turned on the hot water and seated herself in a corner of the stall while he got undressed, then remained there while he lathered shampoo over her head and shoulders, down her arms, and her back.  Leaning back against the wall, she lifted one leg and then the other, sighing in gratitude at the brief, gentle massage he gave each of them as he lathered them up.  “Ugh...I hate that I’m not even going to try to tempt you to fool around on this next part right now,” she groaned, scooting out into the middle of the floor at his urging.
Dane seated himself behind her, letting her lean back against his chest, where he had a good angle to lather her breasts and belly with as much care as possible.  “It’s fine,” he chuckled, reaching around her with a feather-light touch while still trying to get the shampoo into her fur and worked through the mats, “I understand.”
“Mmm,” the Doberman sighed as she leaned back against him, reaching behind her hips to scratch gently at his sac, fully aware of the semi-erect bone nestled beside her tail, “Thank you, but I really am disappointed not to get to play with this guy.  You and I haven’t had a chance for a real go at it yet.”
“It won’t be long, I’m betting,” he assured her as his fingers worked lower down, watching her face carefully for hints of pain as he loosened and smoothed the thick fur between her legs, “If you forgive my other head for being unreasonably eager, I’ll forgive you for not indulging him at every drop of the hat.”
“Thanks,” she hissed, breathing it more than saying it and letting his hands do what desperately needed to be done despite that region being the most abused on her body, and so the most tender.  When he was done, she rolled to the side with a moan, putting her face in the corner with her arms curled underneath her and her tail up in the air.  “Your least favorite part, I know,” she muttered apologetically, at least enjoying the warm water running down her back and between her shoulders.  The spray underneath her tail didn’t feel too bad, either.
Her boyfriend once again was very ginger in working his fingers over the swell of her rump and down between the cheeks, careful not to miss any mats that would become irritable later on.  “It’s not so bad when it can’t be helped,” he shrugged.
The bathroom door swung open, startling them both.  Through the frosted glass, they could make out Johanna’s blurry form cross the room and silently take a seat on the toilet.  “Um...good morning?” Dane said loud enough to be heard over the spray of the shower.  A wordless grunt was the reply.  With a mildly concerned look, Gemini rolled back to a sitting position in the back corner while Dane got to his feet and slid the shower door open.  “Hey, you okay?”
She was sitting with her elbows on her knees and her face propped up in her hands, eyes closed and hair a wild mess from the bed.  Unlike Gemini, she hadn’t bothered to pull on even a single stitch of clothing.  But she nodded at his question, wiggling one finger in the general direction of the shower.  “Waitin’ m’turn,” she mumbled, obviously still more than half asleep.
Gemini giggled softly in the corner, relieved.  “Ah, it’s cute how hard she wakes up,” the Doberman mused quietly.
Dane reached out to tap his sister’s shoulder, and offer her his hand when she peeked one eye open to look at him.  “Come on.  I know the situation.  There’s nothing but rehab going on in here today.  I’ll help you.”
Johanna glanced down to find Gemi sitting in the corner of the shower, still largely covered in suds, but smiling.  The Doberman gave her a little wave before the female Dalmatian closed her eye again, nodded, and accepted his hand, stumbling into the shower with a half-hearted groan.  Dane slid the door shut again to preserve the heat, and Gemini winced as Johanna bent down to rest her elbows on the Doberman’s shoulders, keeping her legs straight and her tail in the air.  “Deal with it,” the female Dalmatian muttered, “I want this out. Now.”
Dane didn’t have to ask what she was referring to, staring at the bright blue, heart-shaped jewel covering his sister’s back door, making it look like an expensive button.  “Heh...cute,” he chuckled, carefully feeling around the edge to get his fingers behind it and causing Johanna to flinch with a harsh breath in the process.  Dane ran water and dribbled shampoo around the area, giving it a chance to run behind the decoration, then tried again...to similar results.
Johanna took a deep breath and straightened her legs again.  “Just pull,” she instructed as she exhaled everything in her lungs and expanded everything she could below the diaphragm.  Her brother obeyed, and the female Dalmatian still managed to find enough air somewhere to squeal as the thick, carrot-shaped plug popped free and was immediately abandoned in the opposite corner.  It took a moment for the vacant opening to begin returning to its natural shape...a process that was a little disturbing to watch, and Dane wished that he hadn’t.  As the muscles beneath her tail relaxed, so did the ones in Johanna’s legs, and she dropped onto her knees with her head and shoulders cradled in Gemini’s sudsy lap.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” the Doberman said softly over and over, half hugging and half supporting her friend.  Johanna reached up with one hand to groggily pat the side of Gemi’s face, breathing heavily and content to let the water just run over her for a few minutes.
“Next time...more lube...a lot...definitely,” she panted.  Gemini was just happy to hear her acknowledge the possibility of a ‘next time’.  “Oh, gods forgotten...that’s a relief,” the Dalmatian sighed, letting Gemi help her into a slightly more upright and comfortable position.  From there she received the same delicate treatment from her brother that her friend had enjoyed earlier.
A little less than an hour later, cleaned and dried and quasi-dressed in large, loose tops with no underwear, the girls were stretched out on opposite ends of the couch.  Their legs were carefully arranged around each other to be comfortable, spread open, but not actually touching.  Johanna’s phone lay across her face like the world’s worst black-out mask.  They were both sound asleep.  Dane texted Ares to tell him not to worry about his sister (probably should have done that last night), made himself comfortable on the recliner, and wondered whether or not he would survive the first, inevitable night between these two, if this was any sign of what they were capable of together.