The Game
The apartment was dark, though he could tell something had been moved into the living room.  As soon as the lock clicked, one of them turned on the lamps in the corner.  They had pulled some red tees over the shades to make something like mood-lighting, and also pulled the mattresses, blankets, and pillows off of both his and Johanna’s bed, laying them all together in the middle of the living room.  Johanna was reclining on one hip in the center of it all, wearing a lacy set of panties and bra...which were very nearly see-through except for the lace.  Gemini quickly returned from the light switch to join her, laying the other way, and giving her boyfriend a terrific come-hither stare as they offered him a small, wrapped box together.
Dane swallowed hard.  “I’m confused: how am I supposed to be interested in a box with two packages like that sitting behind it?”
“Because the box is the key to unwrapping those packages,” Gemini winked.
Curious now, Dane walked over and got down on his knees on the mattress in front of them.  He accepted and unwrapped the box without a care for the paper.  “Just Dares,” he read the title on the box, “A...card game?”
“A couples game,” the Doberman corrected, leaning forward over Johanna’s hip to pluck the little cardboard block from his fingers, “Well, couples-plus.  Now lose the shorts.  You can keep the boxers and shirt, if you want, but no more than one piece on top and one piece on bottom.”
“Why’s that?” he asked, not so much in challenge but more for curiosity, as he began to unzip.
“Because I hate the stripping stage,” Gemini giggled, watching with hungry amusement as he scooted out of his shorts and tossed them onto the recliner, “It gets tedious with too many pieces.”
That made a kind of sense to him.  The tent pitched in front of his boxers also wished to skip that entire segment of the game, the gist of which he had already guessed.  “You alright, sis?” he asked of Johanna, who was being noticeably quiet and had broken her pose to open the box and begin sorting out the cards inside.
“Not really,” she admitted in a flat tone, “I wanted to drag you under these blankets and give you the real gift straight away, before I start to get sleepy.  It’s been a long day for me.  But it does sound fun, and Gemi’s never gotten to play with more than one other person before, so I’m being patient.”
“Hey, foreplay is important!” the other girl giggled, and kissed the female Dalmatian on the cheek, knowing full well that she probably considered the entire day up to this point as one long foreplay session.  And she would be right, as far as her brother was concerned.
Dane chuckled, made himself comfortable on one corner of the mattress, and also exercised his patience as they began what he suspected would turn in to their first full-on group night.  The girls, and the cards, would not disappoint.
Johanna laid out three separate sets of cards on the console below the TV: a short stack, a much taller stack, and another short stack.  Drawing the top card from the first stack, she officially began the game without bothering to explain any rules.  It was simple enough that Dane would figure it out pretty well before they finished.  “Alright...Gemini has to either take off brother’s top while kissing his neck, or while sensually stroking his pectorals,” she read, replacing the on-card place-holders with actual identifiers as she went, “You have one minute.”  Tapping her phone (also laying on the console), the Dalmatian set and started a timer.
“Oo, lucky start for me,” cooed the Doberman, motioning for Dane to come further onto the bed.  She crawled around to his back and pressed herself up against it, kissing the back and side of his neck softly while her hands trailed down to the hem of his shirt.  Hooking just her thumbs underneath, she teasingly drew it up his body while trailing her fingers over his stomach and pecs, effectively taking both challenges at once.  Her kisses moved further around his neck to almost his throat as her hands crept higher, pausing only briefly as he had to lift his arms to let her pull the garment over his head.  She gave him one more kiss on the back of his neck as the timer went off, then contented herself with leaning against his back while Johanna passed the next card in the stack to him.
“Uh...,” he read over the card a couple of times to be sure he was interpreting it right, “Jo—no, Gemini again.  They’re not round-robin?”
“Not quite, but it comes out pretty close,” Gemini reassured him, licking her lips with a sultry look in her eyes that only Johanna could see.  “Read to me: What do I have to do next?”
“You have to remove Johanna’s bra with one hand, or as sensually as possible.  One minute again,” he added quietly.
Looking nothing but amused, the Doberman next crawled over behind the other Dalmatian, scooting her forward until her knees touched her brothers.  Kissing the girl’s neck, Gemi slipped fingertips under the strap on either side of the Dalmatian’s spotted breasts, slowly working her fingers under the fabric and over the soft flesh.  Dane could see right through the gauzy fabric as they spread around his sister’s nipples, rolling over them one by one as she forced the tight garment up and over the top of her breasts.  Johanna’s eyes were shut, her mouth relaxed and open, her hands tight against her own thighs.  Holding the bra pulled tight at the top of her breasts, Gemini slid one hand behind the girl’s back, and tucked her chin behind Johanna’s shoulders, leaving one mischievous eye staring at Dane.  As if by magic, the strap suddenly went slack, both ends unfurling underneath Johanna’s arms.  Gemini slid the shoulder straps down the Dalmatian’s arms, which she lifted as she went, depositing the underwear with a slight flourish into Dane’s hands.
“Wuff,” the male breathed, “How often do you play this?”
“Almost every night,” his girlfriend admitted, still hiding her smile behind his sister’s back, “Just in my head, though.  I’ve been dying for an excuse to break it out with you two.”  The alarm had gone off, but was ignored until she reached behind her to silence it, then pulled the next card from the stack to take her turn.  “Oh!  I am absolutely blessed by the cards tonight,” she cooed, dangling the card over Johanna’s shoulder, “Mmm...but also hogging the spotlight, I think, so we’ll just pretend this one targeted Johanna.”  She cleared her throat, reading slowly, “Johanna, you have to take off Dane’s underpants while caressing his buttocks as much as you want.”  She shifted to read the next part into the girl’s other ear, as if suggesting a completely different course of action.  “Or...you have to take them off with your teeth, without touching anything else,” the Doberman giggled, “We won’t be unreasonable about that last part, obviously.”  She didn’t bother reading the time requirement, and ignored Johanna’s phone.
Dane’s sister tilted her head back and forth for a moment, considering her options and abilities.  “You’re going to have to stand up for this,” she observed.  Dane obligingly got up and stood with his legs apart...and his hands behind his back, fighting the urge to touch either her or himself.  Johanna crawled a little closer on her knees, until she was almost right under him...then leaned her face in close to his tent, opening her mouth, and very, very gently hooked her teeth into the fabric just below the hem.  As she lowered her head to draw the fabric down, her nose ran a cold, teasing line down the underside of his bone as she exposed it, until she got the waistline all the way down to his sac.
The boxers still hugged his hips hard at this point, easily holding and even resisting being pulled further, so she leg go and looked up at him as she lowered her muzzle further down and deeper between his thighs.  Her lips touched his thigh as she took a grip on the edge of the leg as she had the waist, tugging with short, gentle jerks that bobbed the bridge of her nose against his sac as she coaxed the cloth off of his hip.  Repeating this process on the other side, she finally got the waist down as far as his knees.  Pulling his feet a little closer together dropped the cloth around his ankles, and she sat back on her heels again, looking up at him with head tilted to one side.
“Good enough?” she asked, as if she could not see or understand the raging boner pointing at her almost accusingly.
“Wuff,” sighed Gemini from behind her, squeezing her own thighs with the effort of not touching herself, “How many times have you played this?”
“Not even once,” the Dalmatian answered honestly and matter-of-factly as she reached back to pull the next card.  “Oh.  I’m sorry, I must not have shuffled these well,” Johanna said flatly, showing the card to Gemini.  “It’s the same one you just drew, except you have to do my panties.”
Gemi blinked, looking at her naked boyfriend, his soon-to-be naked sister, and then herself still in all her underwear.  Then she giggled.  “I take back what I said about being blessed.  Okay, head down,” she coaxed, directing Johanna to hold herself on hands and knees.  This had the effect of putting the Dalmatian’s face almost right back below her brother’s balls while giving him an excellent view of what went on behind her.  Dane, half mesmerized by the show this game had become, held very still and watched, as though unable to move any longer without instruction from the cards.
Breaking the rules just a little, Gemini lazily licked the small of Johanna’s back as she situated herself a little caddy-corner to the other girl’s backside, to stay on the mattress.  Then she opened her mouth and gently raked her top teeth down the Dalmatian’s back, until they hooked into the lace at the waist of her panties.  Gently clamping the delicate cloth between her upper teeth and lower lip, the Doberman continued to drag them over and down Johanna’s tail, nuzzling her soft bottom with one cheek as she went.  In one smooth motion she managed to take the semi-transparent underwear all the way down Johanna’s spotted legs to her knees.  When she waited patiently instead of letting go, Johanna lifted her knees off the mattress a little, and Gemini continued pulling the panties down her shins all the way to her ankles.  With a quick twist of her neck, she yanked her prize out from under Johanna’s feet and sat back with them still in her mouth and her tail wagging proudly.  Smiling up at Dane, the Doberman gave her prize a little shake, like a dog of the feral kind.
Dane chuckled, having a whole new appreciation for why Gemini disliked this part of the game.  They still had two rounds to go, and he already very much wanted to move on to the next phase.
“It’s your turn, brother,” Johanna reminded him from below, seemingly following his lead about not moving unprompted.
“Ah...right,” he blushed, looking at Gemini, closest to the stacks.  “Could you...?” he held out his hand to her.  But the Doberman just shook her head playfully, directing him with her eyes to the female on all fours below him.  Taking the hint with a blush, Dane bent over at the waist, resting one hand on Johanna’s back as he reached the other for the cards.
His sister did not miss the opportunity to nudge the underside of his bone with the tip of her nose playfully.  “This is fun,” she remarked quietly to no one in particular, as Gemini took some mercy on her brother and handed him the next card when he still couldn’t quite reach.
He stood back upright with a little effort, face and chest flushed with desire, and read off the next task.  “Uh...sunflower, you’re supposed to take off Gemini’s bra as sensually as possible, or while caressing and kissing her breasts tenderly.”
“Sounds like six or a half dozen to me,” she shrugged, turning around and sitting back on her heels, “I like that you’re still using that pet-name, though.”  She hadn’t adjusted much, so the back of her head rested almost right against her brother’s crotch, and tilted his bone upward as it sat between her ears.  Though anything but ignorant, she pretended not to notice, and held out her hands to Gemini, inviting her to come closer.  The Doberman obliged, crawling forward on her knees until they rested on either side of Johanna’s thighs, and the female Dalmatian put her arms around her friend to help support her as Gemi leaned back.  Johanna ran her tongue lightly over the thinly veiled nipples presented to her, then pressed a gentle kiss to one, then its twin, while her hands crept up the Doberman’s back toward the hooks of the strap.
Gemini cooed softly at the tender touches, eyes half-shut as she moaned into the lacy fabric still clutched in her lips.  Elevated on her knees to keep the angle right, her face was barely a breath away from Dane’s bone, and the way she gazed at it longingly told how much she would love to replace the cloth in her mouth with his tasty treat.  But the point of the game was to draw out these tantalizing moments into a more satisfying, explosive end...so she clamped down on her lust for a bit longer, redirecting it toward the woman lavishing her breasts.  “Oh, wuff, I thought you were never going to get there,” she sighed at last as her bra popped free, dropping Johanna’s panties as she spoke.  Both bits of cloth fell to drape over the Dalmatian’s nose, from which she promptly tossed them off the edge of the mattress.
“Hmmhmm...it’s your turn,” Johanna reminded her, pressing one more kiss between the mounds in front of her.  Gemini grinned, then arched her back, reaching over and behind herself while Johanna anchored her hips, kissing her belly teasingly, and offering Dane a beautiful presentation of her quite perked nipples.  She was nowhere near the stack before she quickly pulled herself back upright, though, almost impaling her lips on his erection as she did...not that she would have complained about such an “accident”.
“Nope,” his girlfriend giggled, “I’m not that stretchy.”  Disentangling herself with some reluctance, she crawled over to get the last card, reading it with only a little disappointment before turning back to face them.  “Honeypot,” she named Johanna, “It’s you again.  Take off my panties as sensually as possible, or while caressing my buttocks as much as you like.”
The female Dalmatian reached over her shoulder to squeeze her brother’s thigh.  “I’ll forgo this one, and let brother treat you instead.”  Looking up at him around the side of his bone, she noted, “You’ve been lazy so far, even if it is the cards’ fault.”
“Hey, don’t blame me until I refuse something,” he chided, stepping around her and offering Gemini a hand to her feet.  He preferred a standing position for what he had in mind. She stood, and put her arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss as he ran his hands down her sides and around to her back, squeezing both of her buns fondly while her tail made a drum-roll between his wrists.  Reaching low, he lifted her slightly, letting the squishy mounds slide back through his fingers until the top of her panties came within reach of his thumbs again.  He hooked them under the lace, rolling it down the curve of her rear until she was fully exposed.  He started to bend forward, pushing them even lower, when he was startled by the touch of something cold against his own rump.
Johanna was still sitting close behind him, and stubbornly refusing to give him more room to maneuver.  “Extra challenge,” was all the reasoning she offered, shrugging at his look.  With a roll of his eyes, Dane took a different approach, buckling his knees to lower himself straight down, arching back just slightly as he neared the ground, like someone who’s really bad at doing the limbo.  He got her panties to the ground, kneeling between her legs, almost sitting on his sister’s knees, with his nose quivering appreciatively in front of his girlfriend’s visibly wet muffin.  Looking down between her breasts, Gemini liked the view.  She desperately wanted this to flow right on into what it naturally suggested, and had taken gentle hold of his ears before she quite remembered what they were doing.
But Johanna pulled back on his shoulders.  “No,” the Dalmatian shook her head, “I’m being patient.  So can she.  Let’s keep playing the game.”
“Oh, wuff,” Gemini sighed, looking over her shoulder at the second, taller stack, “That looks like an awful lot.  Are you sure you counted right?”
“Per the three-player instructions: four per player for a ‘short’ game,” the Dalmatian insisted, perhaps just slightly insulted at the suggestion she might not have followed directions flawlessly.
Gemini sighed and rubbed her boyfriend’s ears longingly.  “Okay.  Who’s draw was it?”
“Mine,” Johanna answered, crawling around them to pull the first card off the main stack...not that turn order mattered a great deal in this game.  She didn’t give voice to it, but she was just as glad as the other two to be out of the “strip” phase and into the “foreplay” phase.  “Brother,” she announced, “You have to either caress Gemi’s back or alternate between caressing both of our backs for sixty seconds.”  She set the timer while she was within reach.
Dane fought the urge to give the muffin in front of his nose a parting kiss before he backed away from it.  “I’d feel bad leaving either of you out when I have the option for both at once,” he confessed, seating himself on the edge of the bed so they could arrange themselves as they liked.
“You shouldn’t,” his sister remarked as she crawled back toward the center, joined by Gemini, “We’re each going to get plenty of you before it’s done.  She likes to watch us, and I like to watch you, so nobody minds being the voyeur.  Right?” the Dalmatian asked of her best friend, just to be sure.
“I won’t complain,” Gemi sort of agreed, running her nails over Johanna’s back once herself as the pair settled on their tummies in front of him, “But I like how considerate our boyfriend is.”
“Brother,” Johanna corrected gently as Dane rolled his eyes and moved between them, “I like that he’s my brother.  I don’t need a boyfriend.”  Something about that amused the Doberman terribly, and she sighed contentedly even before Dane started running his fingers and palms up and down each of their backs, from shoulders to tail.  They ignored the alarm for at least an extra minute, having no fear of falling asleep at this point and all of them needing a chance to cool down just a little, else at least one of them was going to explode prematurely.
“Alright, now that we’ve all had a breather,” Dane said softly, noting that even he was beginning to soften again at last, “Let’s continue.”  Crawling over to the console, he pulled the next card from the stack.  “Mmm...sweetheart, you have to slowly kiss my neck, accompanied by sweet caresses, or caress my buttocks while whispering to me about what you want to see happen during the game.  One minute.”
“Oh, wuff, I was starting to calm down,” grinned Gemini as she pulled herself up off her belly.  She directed Dane to lie down again on his back, next to his sister, with his head toward her feet.  Then Gemini laid down on his other side, propping herself up on one elbow where she could smile down at him, her breast resting on his arm, and slipped one hand under his thigh.  She coaxed him into lifting his knee by tickling the back of it with her nails, and had him hold that leg curled almost against his chest.  From her vantage point on the other end, Johanna could easily watch as her friend tenderly teased and caressed her brother’s bottom cheek, just with her fingertips, making little circles and light scratches through the fur as she talked to him.
“Mmm...what I want to see...,” the Doberman began thoughtfully, “Is both of you on top of me eventually, one way or another.  Maybe even at the same time.  I want to eat your sister’s muffin, and wash it down with your milk.  Mostly, though...mostly...,” she leaned in very close, whispering in his ear so softly that Johanna might not actually hear, “What I want is to finish the night with both of you, in the same bed, and wake up in the morning feeling like just two-to-a-bed will never be enough again.”
Her boyfriend looked...slightly pained, his face bright red and his bone throbbing as she talked.  The timer went off, and Gemini gave his tickled cheek a playful squeeze...then looked across him at the other female on the mattress and addressed her seriously.  “Johanna, before we get much further into this, there’s a question I need answered,” she declared, arresting the Dalmatian’s attention.  Gemini gave Dane’s tush a firm, playful scratch, creeping dangerously close to the sensitive center.  “There are cards in there challenging anal play, including tongue-to-tail.  How do you want to handle those, if they come up, given the rules you’ve laid down?”
The thought made Johanna chew her lip.  Because of the limitations on what she and her brother could do together...and the admittedly quirky symbolism anilingus had come to have for them...it had been made an explicitly stated rule that only Dane could penetrate her back door (Gemini was still welcome to touch and lick) and only Johanna could lick his (Gemi could bring her fingers or toys to bare, if he agreed to it).  She was strangely reluctant to break that restriction...
“I...will allow it,” she answered with a deep breath, “Only during the game, and only if the card explicitly calls for it, in the interest of fair play.”
Gemini smiled, and ran her hand all the way up the underside of Dane’s leg.  “Thank you.  I promise not to abuse the privilege.”  Then she kissed her boyfriend’s cheek.  “Okay, my turn now,” and she reached for the next card.
“Hmm...honeypot, choose whether to massage Dane’s neck, or chew his pectorals while letting your hands roam wherever they want, for one minute.”  She looked down at her boyfriend’s fully resurrected bone with her tongue on her lips.  “Pretty sure I know which one I’d pick,” she admitted, setting the timer...with just a little extra time, out of kindness.
Johanna considered her brother for a moment...then sat with her legs loosely crossed, and patted the space between.  Dane had to admit he was a little surprised, along with Gemini, as he seated himself in the nest of her thighs with his back against her, and her hands rested on either side of his neck, just under his cheeks.  “You look tense,” his sister said softly as she began squeezing and rolling the muscles of his neck, working down to the shoulders.  “You are tense,” she observed, “Are you not having fun?”
“Hehe...I am on the verge of exploding,” he chuckled at her concern, “Then I get to back off from it for a minute...then get pulled right back to the edge.  Yes...this game is intense, and a lot of fun.  I can’t wait to see who ‘wins’,” he winked.  His sister gave him one of those soft, genuine smiles she reserved for special times, and finished out the rest of the minute and a half quietly.  Even Gemi thought it was sweet...while she thoughtlessly cupped and caressed her own breasts in envy.
“Uh-uh,” Johanna warned, spotting her, “Hand him his card.”
Rolling her eyes, Gemini obliged with a snarky, “Yes, mother,” and a wink.  Johanna continued to rub his shoulders while he read the next challenge.
“Heh, I got one for myself.  Pick whether to gently caress both of your faces alternatively, or else slowly massage Johanna’s face while taking care to treat areas that give her the most pleasure.  One minute,” he sighed.  Looking apologetically at Gemini, he tapped a thumb to the hands wonderfully working his shoulders.  “I kind of owe her for this.”
Rolling her eyes, Gemini giggled, “Oh, fine,” and set her back against the console with her legs crossed and her hands turned up to hang her fingers on the lip, clearly not touching herself at all.  “Make her look horny for me.”
Her boyfriend chuckled as Johanna got up and moved in front of him, scooting all the way to the edge of the mattress closest to Gemini.  Dane situated himself behind her, as she had done for him, and started out by cupping her cheeks, lifting them and squeezing them gently.  This was followed by rubbing the base and back of her ears, and gently working his fingers over her forehead and eyebrows...at which time she sighed appreciatively, so he lingered there for a little extra time.  She didn’t seem to much appreciate rubbing the top of her muzzle, but hummed pleasantly when his hands moved underneath to scratch her chin.  “Mmm...yeah...further back,” she whispered, sighing happily with just the tip of her tongue peeking between her teeth as he scratched her a little nearer the throat.  
Directly across from her, almost close enough to feel each other’s breath, Gemini’s expression was a near-perfect mirror of hers.  The Doberman was breathing heavily, gazing at Johanna’s tongue, and practically dripping onto the carpet.  Not being able to touch herself might, ironically, be making her arousal worse.
“Now squeeze my muzzle,” Johanna whispered, causing Dane to arch a brow in confusion.
“Like...this?” he asked, closing one hand around her whole muzzle briefly, applying just a little bit of pressure.
“Yeah,” she encouraged when he released, “Both hands now.  And hold it.”
This...was strange and new to him, even from his sister.  But he did as she instructed, gently clamping her mouth shut with both hands, sustaining it by drawing her head back against his shoulder like the butt of a rifle, and listened to her hum approvingly.  “That...feels good?” he asked as he released her.
“Yes,” she answered with a relieved sigh, blinking open her eyes, “I don’t know why.  It’s a pleasant pressure, and relaxes something in my head.  You should hold me that way while we make love, sometimes.”
“Oh, I’ll remember that,” Gemini promised, her heels now squirming on the carpet.  She didn’t wait for permission or announce that she was drawing the next card. “Please, for the love of...,” she whispered softly before reading it, then smiled gratefully at the text.  “I have to kiss Dane’s legs, accompanied by sweet caresses, or tenderly chew his pectorals while caressing myself,” she sighed.
“You won’t last,” Johanna warned, already knowing exactly which challenge her friend wanted to take.  Gemini just nodded her complete agreement.
“I need somewhere to put my hands,” she acknowledged, flopping onto the mattress on her back, “Come here.”  She patted her chest above her breasts, and for a moment Dane got completely the wrong visual in his head.  Carefully straddling her upper body, Dane rested his weight on his knees, and nearly toppled over when she seized his thighs with her arms curled under his legs.  “You have to lift that up,” his girlfriend told him with obvious reluctance, nudging his dangling bone with her nose, “It comes later.”  Then she turned her head to the side, and began slowly kissing a line up his inner-thigh, tickling him sometimes with her tongue.  His face flushed with fresh blush as he felts his sister’s hands reach from behind to help him out, lifting his balls up and a little to the side.
Gemi was nearing his hip, where he expected her to stop...and instead she reached her nose all the way up into the sensitive crease where his leg transitioned to his sac, sending a shock down the length of his erection that he could feel in his hand.  “Ugh...don’t do that again, or I’m going to embarrass myself early.”
“Endure it,” the Doberman whispered against his opposite thigh, starting the journey all over again on the other side, “That’s the...real challenge...of the game.”  He was about to “lose”.  He was sure of it.  He only survived by a few kisses, when a loud beep suddenly came from the console.
“Oh, wuff, I forgot about the timer!” Gemini groaned, “I don’t know if I’m mad or grateful.  Ugh...”  She was breathing heavy against his sac, and Dane quickly rolled aside to give her open air, lest one of them succumb to temptation.  Johanna gave them both a congratulatory pat on the tummy...then drew the next card.
“I have to chew your legs, Gemi, while letting my hands go wherever they like, or caress your butt while whispering what I want for the rest of the game,” the female Dalmatian read, “Sounds familiar.  Roll over,” she instructed, patting Gemini’s leg.  The Doberman obliged, and Johanna laid herself down flat on her friend’s back, just far enough forward that she could spread her thighs around the small of Gemi’s back, leaving her rump exposed and within reach of the Dalmatian’s hands.  The extra pressure on her chest made the dark-furred Dog have to concentrate on breathing while they did this...which helped distract her enough to cool back down to tolerable levels.
“What I want from this game,” Johanna whispered to her, as the Dalmatian’s hands began pressing up and down the soft curves of her friend’s tush, more like a massage than a caress, but nobody was complaining, “Is to give you that situation you wanted, where my brother is wuffing you while I watch, and you tell me all about how well he’s going to stuff me next.”  She squeezed Gemini’s cheeks, spreading them slightly, and ran a finger up between them.  “I want to feel him slide into me still slick with your juices, so it feels like you’re both inside me at once...”
“Oh, I can feel you dripping on my back,” Gemini interrupted her.  She wasn’t lying, and Johanna made no effort to hide it, simply letting the liquid lust leaking from her muffin pool in the small of Gemi’s back.
“If you get the chance to stuff my face in your muffin while he’s wuffing my tail,” the Dalmatian finished as the timer went off, “You should.”  She kissed the top of the Dalmation’s head, feeling her little bobbed tail trying to wag despite being pinned under Johanna’s hips, and stayed laying on top of her while Dane moved to pull the next card.
“Okay...,” his eyes went a little wide at the contents, and his mouth hung open for a second.  He managed to close it before he started to salivate.  Apparently things were about step up the intensity...a lot.  “Okay...I have to suck Johanna’s clit while Gemini licks my bone...or rub my penis against Johanna’s tail-hole until the timer’s done.  Two minutes,” he concluded finally, chest tight and heart fluttering a little.  His bone was throbbing at the mere thought of either scenario.  “Well, not much choice with this one.  It’s gotta be all three of us,” he chuckled before looking to the girls.
“Oh?” Johanna asked, apparently having not expected that answer.  She had already lifted her hips a little above Gemini’s and spread her cheeks with one hand, intending to indulge him right where she was.  “Why is this not a choice?”
He chuckled at her posing, giving her a soft pat on her upturned rear.  “I somehow expect there’s more licking and sucking to come.”
Gemini chuckled underneath Johanna.  “That’s cute, but I think you’ve forgotten where we have quite happily shoved our tongues before.  And you better believe we made all the preparations in anticipation of this game.  We don’t mind.”
Dane tried not to grimace...and mostly succeeded, but not entirely.  “The thought still kind of bothers me.  Now roll over before the game loses all its impact.”  He set the timer while the girls repositioned, kneeling at either end of the mattresses.  At Johanna’s direction, he laid down between them, and his sister crawled over the top of him, facing toward Gemini, until her wet muffin hovered just over his nose.  Resting her hands on his stomach, she had the perfect view for admiring what Gemini did to his bone.
The Doberman started the timer when Johanna nodded, then laid down on her belly with her nose between her boyfriend’s legs, and held his erection pointed straight up to the ceiling with a smile.  “I’ll try not to be greedy,” she promised, running the length of her tongue up the underside of the hard flesh, “I’d hate to burst your dam too soon.”  She kissed the tip, then trailed more kisses all the way down to his base before adding, “...But I am getting thirsty.”  The Doberman put just the tip of him in her mouth, sucking gently and running her tongue around the little slit there.  Above her, Johanna sighed in pleasure, watching with eyes only half open while her brother sucked all the juice from her muffin, running his tongue teasingly around the edges of her sensitive button.  She slid her hands from his tummy to his hips, so as not to interfere (more than necessary) with his breathing.  She was generating more nectar faster than he could lick it up.  The first ‘loser’ of this game might not be him, after all...
Gemini was deviously working the length of him into her muzzle, going down on him one tantalizing inch at a time in an oral imitation of a slow-fuck, when the timer went off.  She froze, apparently torn between letting him go and kicking the game into a corner.  Swallowing her desire reluctantly, she eased him back out of her mouth, while Johanna rolled to the side, panting hard and kneading her thighs in the effort to keep her hands away from her now doubly-wet muffin.  “Three players is so much harder than two,” the Doberman observed, breathlessly, turning around to draw her next card.
“I have to caress myself as slowly as possible while Johanna watches, and tell her how much she turns me on...well that’s going to be self-torture for sure,” the Doberman remarked, reading slowly, “Or spank her with gradually increasing intensity for two minutes.”  Setting the card aside, Gemini leaned back against the console, rubbing her stomach while trying not to reach lower.  “How do you feel about that, honeypot?  Might actually help you cool down, depending on your tastes.”
“Spanking?” Johanna tilted her head, just getting her breathing good and under control, “I’ve never been spanked before.  I...think it’ll be fine, since it’s you.  Would you like to see it?” she asked, looking toward her brother.
He made a dubious look and shook his head.  No, he could not say he had any particular desire to see his sister in that position.  “Good,” Gemini sighed, also getting her breathing under control at last, “I’m not too keen on it, either...making it exactly the breather we all need at the moment,” she concluded, causing the siblings to both do a double-take.  Moving from the mattress to the couch for this challenge, she seated herself as close to the edge as she could manage while still being sure of her seat, then patted her thighs, looking at Johanna.
The Dalmatian pushed herself to her feet without hesitation, leaning over to kiss the Doberman’s cheek before laying herself over her knees.  Gemini lightly caressed the soft buttocks bent over her right thigh.  “The way you will immediately submit to do something you don’t actually want to do makes it kind of hot, you know?  I wish you’d been a little more reluctant.”
Her best friend shrugged in her usual way, trying to figure out where to put her hands, which couldn’t quite comfortably reach the floor from this position.  “You might actually feel bad, then, and that’s not what I want.  This game has been fun.  This might be, too.  I don’t know.”  She waved Dane over, having him kneel in front of her where she could put her arms around his shoulders for support...both physical and otherwise, if need be.
“Okay,” Gemini chuckled softly, patting her bottom cheeks, “Well, instead of two minutes, we’re going to call this a proxy for Dane’s birthday spanking.  You get his new age in swats.  I won’t be too rough. I like this tush, you know.”  Johanna nodded, giving Dane a kiss on the cheek and resting her chin on his shoulder.  The Doberman caressed her rump one more time...then smacked it.
Well, more like gave it a very firm pat, really.  “That’s not going to do anything except get boring,” Johanna observed from Dane’s shoulder, whacking the side of Gemini’s leg with a wag of her tail that was harder than the spank, “It has to be at least that hard to count.  It’s okay.  At least make me squeal.  Maybe leave a print.”
Gemini wasn’t too fond of that thought, but silently agreed to the terms.  Giving the rump in her lap one more apologetic pat, she swatted it again...much more firmly.  The soft flesh jiggled with a satisfying smack, and Johanna twitched on Dane’s shoulder.  “Yeah,” she hissed quietly behind his back, “Like that.”  The Doberman softly caressed her cheek again, then gave it another swat, before repeating the process on the other side.
Stroke by stroke, alternating cheeks every other swat, they counted off the years Dane had turned.  Johanna’s bottom began to turn a soft pink, and her little gasps and flinches gradually became actual squeals and grunt, her legs squirming between each blow.  “Last one,” Gemini promised, squaring up her hand one more time.  Johanna tightened her grip around Dane’s neck, and her best friend dropped a flat, solid smack onto her glowing tush.
Maybe she was expecting a maximum-impact finish, or she’d just finally reached her limit.  Johanna shrieked behind Dane’s back, bordering on an outright scream, startling them both.  When Dane pulled back to check on her, though, she searched his eyes as much as he did hers.  “Hmm...overboard, huh?” she asked calmly, and kissed his nose before wiping the tears from her eyes.  “I’m okay.  I thought I’d ham up the last one.”
“Are you really okay?” Gemini asked, looking a little regretfully at the bright pink bottom in her lap, wanting to massage the ache out of it but worried that might just hurt more.
“Yes,” the Dalmatian promised reassuringly, letting go of Dane and pushing herself up to look back at her own tush as she wiggled it back and forth thoughtfully before sitting on her heels.  “It’s warm, and the strokes definitely stung, but I could go a little longer if anyone enjoyed it.  I probably couldn’t take an extended session, and I definitely won’t ask for a repeat, but you could bend me over if the mood ever struck.”  She looked at Dane, tilting her head thoughtfully.  “Maybe if I ever actually make you mad?”
“Like hell,” he growled, actually mad (just a little) at the suggestion.  His knot had retreated back into its sheath during all this, that’s how not exciting he’d found it.  Johanna noticed, too.
“Okay,” she said, turning around on all fours, “Then kiss it better and we’ll continue the game.”  Her brother blinked at her, wiggling her glowing rump at him invitingly, and whatever annoyance he’d just felt evaporated immediately.  Especially when Gemi beat him to the punch, falling onto her knees in the floor and pressing a tender kiss to one pink cheek.  Dane immediately leaned forward and did the same for the other, his and his girlfriend’s cheeks pressing together as they peppered Johanna’s backside with soft, apologetic kisses.
“I am so sorry, that was not what I thought it would be,” the Doberman apologized one more time as Johanna got her feet under her and went to draw the next card.
“I think she’ll forgive you,” Dane chuckled reassuringly, “Note for the future for all of us.  Although, for what it’s worth, it did what you were hoping it would do,” he added, pointing briefly to his softened member.  It hadn’t quite disappeared back into the sheath, but there was a lot more flop in the flesh than she was used to seeing.
“I think this will fix that,” Johanna announced, reading out her card, “I’m either supposed to finger Gemi’s tail-hole while you masturbate to watching us, or suck her nipples slowly while you finger me.  Two minutes,” she declared, resetting the timer on her phone.  “Back on the mattress, you.”  Gemini obediently crawled into the center of the mattress, rolling onto her back and holding her arms out to her best friend, wanting dearly to hold her gently after the abuse she’d just doled out.  Johanna straddled her thighs as she knelt down, then got comfortable on all fours and lowered her head to rest one cheek on the Doberman’s ample breasts like a pillow.  “Tell me when you start the time, brother,” she requested over her shoulder, giving her hips an inviting sway, “And no clit.  Stay inside the love-tunnel.”
“Love-tunnel,” giggled Gemini, running her hands through Johanna’s hair, “Now that’s a ride I wish they’d had at the park today.”
“I’m pretty sure they stopped making them because of people like you,” the female Dalmation chided, rubbing her cheek affectionately against the breast below it as Dane announced the start of the time, pushed the button, and took his own position behind his sister, admiring the subtle shape of her muffin and smooth folds of the lips within as his finger slid teasingly inside.
Johanna turned her face down, kissed the nipple below the lips, then gently latched on to it with a little sucking.  Gemini cooed and rubbed her friend’s ears.  Johanna spread her mouth a little wider, increasing the pressure and adding her tongue on top of the nipple.  Gemini winced a little as the gentle sucking turned more desperate.  “Much as I’d love to indulge you...there’s no milk in there, you know.  Ouch!”  She gasped in honest pain, albeit mild, as Johanna lifted her head, sucking hard enough to maintain contact almost until she was looking straight at Gemi’s nose before the seal broke and her breast bobbed back down onto her ribs.  The dark nipple stood out markedly, tingling with a slight ache.
“Payback,” the Dalmatian offered by way of explanation, dipping her head to her friend’s other breast.  Gemini chewed her lip, smiling, and laid a hand on the back of Johanna’s head, hugging her to her bosom.
“Put some teeth to it, then,” the Doberman advised, accepting this gentle justice...and yelped when Johanna took it to heart, nipping the edge of her aureola.  Her vengeance satisfied, Johanna’s lips and tongue turned markedly gentler, alternating between one breast and the other with a tender pull almost like a fond kiss.  She could barely feel Dane’s finger inside of her, so wet with renewed want, until he added a second one near the end of the time.  She yearned for a thicker part of him to penetrate her deep places...
The timer beeped, and Johanna moved from Gemi’s breasts to the Doberman’s mouth, giving her a genuinely affectionate kiss.  “Please don’t be hard on yourself,” she urged her friend quietly, “I’m having fun, and I want you wet again, so come back to the game.”
“Mmm...yes, mother,” Gemini teased, licking Johanna’s cheek.  Dane just smiled in amusement at them, leaning against the console to silence the timer and pull his next card.  The stack was getting mercifully low.
“Let’s see,” he said, holding the card up to the light, “I have to rub my penis between Gemini’s breasts while using my hands to tighten them.”
“They’re nice and warm for you,” Johanna observed, squeezing Gemi’s breasts together gently on either side of her own, slightly smaller pair.
“Or,” Dane continued with a sly smile, “Masturbate using both of your mouths alternatively, as gently as I can.  Minute and a half this time,” he sighed, setting the timer, “Now there’s a scene straight out of my fantasies.”
Gemini giggled as Johanna pushed up from her and they both got to their knees, “You should have said so.  I’d have done this with her just as a good-morning treat!”
Johanna nodded her agreement, kneeling with her hands in her lap and her mouth open, waiting patiently.  Dane rewarded her patience by taking her gently by the ears and laying his bone on her tongue.  He wasn’t quite back to a full hard-on yet...but she solved that within a couple of gentle strokes, humming her approval as he pulled her face into his groin slowly, sliding as deep down her throat as he comfortably could without choking her.
Gemini licked the other girl’s cheek each time he pulled her in, opening her mouth with tongue lolling each time he withdrew, prepared to accept him the second he decided to change partners.  He didn’t keep her waiting long, sliding out of Johanna’s lips and into hers in such a smooth, quick motion that she almost didn’t have time to close around him before his tip touched the back of her throat.  His grip transferred from Johanna’s ears to Gemini’s, taking command of the pace and the depth of his thrusts while she held her hands in her lap.  The sight of them both looking up at him, ready and eager with mouths wide open and tongues panting hungrily, easily brought his knot back to full girth and restored the needy ache to his loins.
The timer went off again, disappointing Gemini just slightly as Johanna was once again wrapped around his bone at the time.  She crawled over to take her turn drawing.  “Gods forgotten bless us,” she sighed, “Only two left in this stack.”
“What’s the last stack?” Dane asked curiously.  He’d stopped moving, but Johanna still had her mouth latched tight around his bone, refusing to let him go until the next card was read...or he came in her throat, whichever happened first.
“Finishers,” Gemini winked, “The winner’s stack, where you’re supposed to come...if you haven’t already been drained.”  Clearing her throat she read off her next card, arching a brow at the repetition.  “Finger myself as gently as possible while Dane watches, or stroke his penis as slowly as possible while fingering myself.  Well, someone was getting lazy with their prompts,” the Doberman shrugged, tossing the card aside and running her tongue over her lips.  “I’ll be needing that, honeypot.”
Johanna opened her mouth and let her brother draw himself out, giving the tip one last lick as it went.  Gemini laid down beside her, coaxing Johanna into laying down with her feet in the opposite direction, forming a sixty-nine of their chins tucked together.  “You stay right there,” the Doberman breathed against her friends lips as her fingers slid inside herself with an audible squish, “And if he comes, I’ll make sure the stream hits your face.”
“Thank you,” the Dalmatian replied, licking her friend’s nose.  Her fingers had also moved between her thighs, though she was being careful not to let them wander inside or across her clit.  Instead she was gently tugging at the lips of her vulva, opening and closing the pink petal of her sex, keeping herself nice and moist all around while she waited her turn.  Gemini sighed happily, her fingers working away on her insides, while her other hand gently stroked the underside of Dane’s throbbing erection.  She did him the favor of keeping clear of his knot, fresh and hard outside the sheath, as a touch behind that could easily put an end to him right now.
“I hope he gets to finish in me,” the Doberman remarked absently, then blinked at herself like she hadn’t quite meant to say it out loud.
“He will,” Johanna immediately reassured her, “I want to see him roll a muffin for once.  Even if the cards don’t say it, he’ll have you on his bone at least once.  And I’ll clean up the mess for him,” she promised, giving Gemini’s chin a little lick.
“Oh, wuff, girl, you make this game hard,” sighed the Doberman, suddenly almost as slick as she’d been before the spanking.  It was a mercy when the timer went off, as Gemi wasn’t the type who could easily get off to her own fingers in her muffin, and she was aching for something more substantial inside.  “I hope the last one’s a good one, honeypot.”
Since he was already on his feet, Dane turned to fetch the last card from the “foreplay” stack, handing it to Johanna without reading it.  His sister remained laying on her back, reading it from above her head.  “I finger myself while Gemini watches, taking them out to lick them from time to time...”
“Who licks them?  You or me?” the Doberman giggled.
“...or lick her tail-hole as fondly as possible.  Two minutes,” Johanna finished, shoving two fingers inside herself briefly, testing how wet she already was.  “You can lick them, if you want, but I’d rather touch you than myself.”
Gemini ran her tongue over her lips, but rolled onto her tummy and tucked her knees up, raising her stubby tail in the air.  “Pretend I’m your brother,” she grinned, “Show me how you treat him.”
“Mmm,” Johanna hummed, reaching out and patting the proffered rump affectionately, “Then stand up.  I don’t lick him bent over.”  Gemini glanced behind herself at her boyfriend with a sly smile.  Dane blushed, smiled sheepishly, and scratched the back of his head in mild embarrassment.  He took responsibility for manning the timer while Gemini got to her feet and picked a space on the wall where she could stand and still get enough light for her boyfriend to watch his sister eat her tail.
“Don’t start the timer until you see tongue,” the female Dalmatian instructed him in passing, moving to stand behind Gemini, laying her hands lightly on her back and leaning into her.  Gemini sighed happily and raised her hands above her head as her bestie’s hands began to lower, trailing fingers through her fur and lightly scratching at her favorite places.  She arched her back, pushing her hips out as Johanna’s hands reached the small of her back...but the Dalmatian pressed them firmly forward again.  “Stay close to the wall,” Johanna instructed, “He stays close, so he can prop his bone against it.”
The Doberman couldn’t help but giggle, looking over her shoulder at the blushing and rock-hard male.  “How many times has she done this, exactly?”
“Eh, just twice,” he shrugged with a sheepish smile as his sister began to kiss his girlfriend’s back, working her way down the same path her hands had taken as she knelt.  “I had a moment of insecurity...about the future.  Long-term.  She decided I needed a reminder of her commitment.”
“Mm-hmm,” Gemi smiled, only half listening as Johanna gently caressed and squeezed her posterior, spreading them open as she kissed the spot above her tail before settling on both knees.
“And now I will tell you both a secret I have not told even him,” she said softly as she nuzzled the underside of the Doberman’s tail, as though speaking directly to the tight little hole in front of her lips rather than the other people in the room.  Gemini moaned softly, feeling the breath against her back door and wishing she would get on with it.  “I like it when he stands over me.  It’s...sheltering.”
Johanna’s tongue snaked between her teeth, lightly flicking Gemi’s back door, cutting off anything the Doberman might have said to that in a relieved sigh.  A couple more light, teasing flicks were added before she dipped lower and leaned in, pressing the flat of her tongue against the space behind her friend’s muffin, to drag it all the way up along the underside of Gemi’s tail...which was a double-challenge, as the cute little stub was doing its typical high-speed wag.
Dane almost forgot to start the timer.  His bone ached again, dripping its eagerness from the tip, and he had to keep both hands on Johanna’s phone to prevent stroking himself.  Deciding he needed something more certain to do, he set the phone down and approached the girls, getting down on his knees behind Johanna.  She had her eyes closed now, working her best friend’s back door with slow, adoring laps.  Leaning in close, he kissed her cheek...then the cheek beside her cheek.  She didn’t pause in her work, but gave him an appreciative hum, along with Gemi.  Letting go of her grip on the Doberman’s rump, she allowed the cheeks to close around her muzzle, concentrating her tongue on the sensitive button at the center, while her liberated fingers crept up between the front of Gemini’s legs and down between her own.
Gemini gasped in pleasant surprise as she was invaded, and again when another set of hands planted themselves on either side of her shoulders, and she felt her boyfriend lay soft, lingering kisses across her back and neck.  This time, the timer went off much too early.  She was not nearly done being pampered...
“Agh!  Cheater!” the Doberman groaned suddenly, lifting one leg against the wall and pressing harder against it with teeth grit behind a grateful smile.  Dane glanced down to see Johanna looking up at him, face pressed firmly up into Gemi’s cleft.  Satisfied she had his attention, she spread the Doberman’s cheeks as she pulled back, giving him a glimpse of the tip of her tongue just as it slid back through the closing door...  “I don’t mind you, but she does taste better.”
He almost blew his load on the top of her head.  Come to think of it, that might have been her goal.  Keeping it together, Dane chuckled, “Yeah, well, maybe I’ll start using that lotion of yours.”
“I’ll show you how,” she answered flatly, running her tongue around her lips to gather up any lingering saliva...or in anticipation of trying his new taste.
“Wuff, not without me, you won’t!” groaned Gemi, turning herself around to press her back against the wall and a kiss to her boyfriend’s lips.  “Now get over there and get the real party started!” she urged, eying the short stack of just six cards remaining...all of them full of naughtiness that would test the very limits of their self-control.  It hardly mattered now.  This was the “winner’s” round...everything they’d been holding out for.