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Knock, knock, knock.

Digby's ears perked up. Smiling, he glanced over towards the front door where the sounds had come from. The brown-furred Shih Tzu stood up off the couch and made his way over to the door. He opened it up and warmly greeted his guest.

"Izzy!"

The dog on the other side of the door may very well have been Digby's reflection in a mirror. Another Shih Tzu, standing at the exact same height as him, but with golden fur and her hair tied up at the top of her head.

"Hey, bro!" Isabelle greeted him, returning his warm smile. She only looked just slightly weary, no doubt after a long day's hard work.

"Wow!" Digby commented in an over-the-top voice, "Only a half hour late! You must have really been rushing."

Isabelle flushed lightly in embarrassment and rolled her eyes. "I had paperwork to finish for the mayor. You know I can't just leave a stack of paperwork half finished. I couldn't even if I wanted to!"

Digby chuckled softly, regarding his twin sister for a moment. She was dressed in her usual springtime outfit, that being the green-patterned vest overtop a simple white shirt, complimented by a knee-length blue skirt and a simple red ribbon at the base of her neck. However, she was also wearing an unzipped red raincoat overtop of it, and the reason for this was pretty clear. Though Isabelle was standing under the awning and could stay dry, behind her was a full-fledged springtime rainstorm. Thankfully no thunder, lightning or wind. Just a heavy amount of rain falling from the clouds above.

"C'mon in," Digby said, stepping to the side and gesturing inside of his house, "Get in out of the rain."

"Thank heavens," Isabelle said gratefully as she stepped past him and into the foyer, "Dumb yucky rain."

Digby cast one last glance out the open door at the steady rainfall. He and his twin saw eye to eye on a great many things, but weather was not one of them. Digby had never minded being out in the rain, and sometimes it was even enjoyable to him. Isabelle, on the other hand, hated being in the rain. He then closed the door, noting that the sun would start to set fairly soon.

By this point, Isabelle had fully taken off her raincoat and hung it up on the coat hanger. Thankfully it had done its job, as none of Isabelle's fur was wet and she wasn't dripping on the floor. Still, she shook her head as if her fur _was_wet and let out a sigh of relief.

She then turned towards her brother and looked like she was about to give him a hug, but stopped herself and then snickered softly. "Why is it that every time I visit, you're wearing that same shirt?" she asked.

Digby glanced down at himself, noting the light blue t-shirt he wore that featured the symbol of the Happy Home Academy on its front. Besides this, he was only wearing a simple pair of black pants. He looked back up and gave her a funny look. "This is what I wear when I want to relax," he explained, "and you only ever come over here when we want to relax."

Isabelle laughed softly, the bell tied to her hair jingling along with her as she did. "I guess that's a fair point," she admitted, and then stepped forward to follow through on that hug.

"Glad you could make it, sis," Digby said as he happy embraced his sister.

"Hey," she countered, "I may be late all the time, but I'd never miss this."

They separated from the hug, and Digby asked, "What'd you bring this time?"

Isabelle chuckled mischievously and turned back to her hanging coat. She reached into the pocket and then pulled out a glass bottle filled with a transparent light-brown liquid, which she gave a few shakes. "Kitsky!" she proclaimed.

Digby's brows shot up. "The fox whiskey?"

"Yup!" Isabelle replied with a nod, "Bought it from Redd."

"Wow..." Digby said with a soft chuckle. Isabelle promptly made her way into the kitchen to store the bottle of whiskey, leaving Digby standing alone for a moment. Ever since they had been young adults, he and his sister had both been extremely hard-working individuals. Though their jobs differed, they both put in the same amount of back-breaking work to do whatever was required of them. They both worked seven days a week with only occasional days off, and late night overtime work was practically commonplace. It was why Isabelle seemed a little worn out, and why Digby felt much the same.

He knew that a lot of others were always asking how the two of them did it. Folks found it hard to fathom how he and Isabelle could work so many long, hard hours without simply collapsing from exhaustion. Neither of them liked to give a detailed response whenever this was asked of them directly, and this was because the answer was two-fold. It was partly because of their upbringing, a time in their lives that both were thankful for but neither wanted to think about.

The other, however, was the reason Isabelle was here today. Every so often, usually about once every 45 days, both of them would take two full days off at the same time. This was their one and only time where they could relax while not thinking about work and doing whatever they wanted. The mornings of the first day were spent individually. Then Isabelle would come and visit his house in the evening, where they could spend their time relaxing and enjoying one another's company. A full day of de-stressing and unwinding was all either of them needed to keep going with their workaholic lives. Isabelle would stay the night and then they would spend the rest of the second day together as well.

And Isabelle usually brought booze. His sister had always been such a good cookie, working hard but smiling and being as pleasant to those around her as she could. It wasn't an act she put on, it was just how she liked to interact with others naturally. Good cookies don't drink alcohol, and especially not while on the job, but Isabelle definitely did enjoy partaking. This was a fine enough time to indulge.

"You don't usually drink whiskey," Digby commented as he wandered back over to the couch. His house was remarkably plain, which ironically suited him just fine even though he worked for the Happy Home Academy. It was a simple home that fit the stereotypical image of a suburban house, with a small kitchen on one side and a somewhat spacious living room on the other. There were two bedrooms upstairs, one of which was a guest room.

"Redd gave me a good deal," Isabelle called back from the kitchen, "And it's not like I've never had it before."

"Isn't whiskey, like, really strong?"

"I'm not gonna drink it straight."

Digby glanced up and saw her return from the kitchen back to the foyer. She undid the buttons on her vest and removed it, leaving her just in her simple white shirt. She hung the vest on the rack next to her raincoat. It was a rare sight to see Isabelle dressed so casually, and she would be mortified to be seen like this by anyone else besides her dear brother.

She then made her way over to join him on the couch, a bounce in her step as she went. Digby smiled, happy to see her in such a good mood. He always cherished these days off together. It was great to just relax and talk with his sister, something their busy work schedules didn't often allow. Isabelle sat herself down on the couch and turned to give him a pleasant smile, her tail wagging behind her.

"Didja record all the shows I wanted?" she asked.

Digby held up the remote control to his television like it was a magic scepter. "I got every one."

"Yay!" Isabelle cheered with a grateful smile, "Thank you so much. Ooh, I can't wait to get caught up!"

"Heh... You gotta stop finding new shows to watch or my DVR is gonna get full," Digby said, with a glance at his flat-screen TV. It was turned off at the moment, but it would soon be playing recordings of some of Isabelle's favourite shows. Digby didn't watch nearly as much TV as his sister did, but he was thankful that all of her favourites were at least watchable.

Isabelle sighed and leaned back against the couch. "I really needed this..." she mumbled.

"We always do. Every time," Digby replied, "The mayor's not working you too hard, right?"

"Digby, I'm working myself too hard," she replied with a chuckle, "but that's par for the course."

He shook his head and said, "Izzy, you're silly. But that's why everybody loves you."

"Oh leave me alone," Isabelle said with a shake of her paw, "I'm just a li'l dog doing her best in this big world." She then gave him a look and said, "Hey, don't forget our rule. No talking about work."

Digby held up his paws and said, "Sorry, sorry, you're right. Rules are rules." He then held up the remote again and said, "Shall we get started with one of the shows for now?"

"Ooh, yeah!" Isabelle nodded eagerly, her bell jingling again. "Put on the quiz show!"

"Haha! You got it, sis!"

...

By the time sunset arrived, the pair of twins had watched two episodes of Isabelle's shows, played a board game, and shared a light and tasty dinner. In less than an hour, the sun would be gone from the sky and the town would be bathed in the darkness of night. The rain hadn't let up at all since Isabelle had arrived. In fact, it seemed to be raining harder.

Digby leaned his head back on the couch and closed his eyes for a moment, smiling to himself. "I love the sound of the rain on a quiet night..." he mused.

"I guess it's kind of nice," Isabelle replied, "It's gonna be summer soon, though, so that won't be around for much longer."

"Ugh. Summer..." Digby grumbled.

"You're so_weird. Summer is the _best! It's warm, it's fun, you can hang out at the beach, and the days are longer."

"Nope..." Digby shook his head. "You'll never convince me. I'll always prefer winter."

"I dunno how you can like being cold."

Digby raised a brow at her. "I don't just embrace the cold all day. It's only in winter when you get to snuggle up under some blankets by the fireplace, sipping hot cocoa. Nothing compares to that feeling. A little rain on my head or snow on my boots isn't gonna dampen my mood."

Isabelle simply shrugged. She stretched out her arms and legs for a moment and then stood up off the couch. "Let's watch the show about the dragons next," she said to him with an eager grin, "And let's have popcorn with this one. You set up the show and I'll go make it." She was already heading to the kitchen before Digby could even answer.

"You got it, sis!" he called to her. Once she was in the kitchen, Digby began to fiddle with the remote and scrolled through the on-screen menu. This one was one of _his_favourites too, so he was eager to watch it. He found the listing and the proper episode and queued it up to play. Then he sat and waited for Isabelle to return.

As his task obviously took less time than it took to make popcorn, he had a moment alone with his thoughts. Already he felt super relaxed while enjoying the company of his sister. He could feel layers upon layers of stress being peeled away. It was no surprise that spending time with his sibling was such a boon for his mental health, considering that they had grown up together and had never lived apart from each other in separate towns. She knew him better than anybody else, and vice versa.

Before long, Isabelle returned. Digby could tell ahead of time by the jingle of her bell that went with her steps, as well as the delightful smell of warm popcorn. A moment later, she stepped into view and handed Digby a large bowl of popcorn for the two of them to share. "Just a moment," she said and then disappeared, but Digby was too focused on the appetizing smell of the bowl's contents. He knew it would be polite to wait for Isabelle, but he couldn't help himself and snatched a pawful of popcorn. Isabelle always knew how to make this just right.

When Isabelle reappeared and sat down at the couch, Digby noticed that she had brought something else with her. "Ah," he remarked, "It's that time already, huh?"

She gave him a cheeky grin and held up two tumbler glasses in one paw and the bottle of Kitsky in the other. "I can't wait to try this," she said, "I hope it's as good as Redd made it sound!"

"Just don't overdo it," Digby cautioned, "Whiskey's strong."

Isabelle just gestured towards the side table next to the couch, and Digby belatedly noticed that she had brought over a small pitcher filled with water. She held up one of the tumblers and filled it halfway with water before opening the bottle and filling up the remainder of the tumbler with the whiskey.

She handed the glass over to him, and he graciously accepted it. "I do like whiskey," he commented, giving the liquid a couple sniffs.

"Time to really unwind!" Isabelle proclaimed, having already filled her glass with the same mixture of whiskey and water, "Cheers to a wonderful baby brother!" She held up her glass towards him.

"I'm _ten_minutes younger than you!" Digby playfully countered. Regardless, he brought up his glass to clink against hers. He then hit the play button on the remote, the episode started playing, and he swirled his drink around for a few seconds before taking an experimental sip. He watched Isabelle down about a third of her glass in a single go at the same time.

"Ooh!" she perked up, "Wow, that's got a strong kick! But, I like it!"

Digby was cringing just slightly from the intensity of the alcohol, but after a minute he nodded and agreed. "Pretty good, I gotta admit."

"That'd probably knock you right out if you took it straight. Ha!"

Digby just chuckled softly and turned to watch the show. The two were quickly drawn in by the show and its exciting premise about dragons and the animals who seek them out, either to hunt them or train them. It was quite a dramatic episode that kept both of their attention throughout. Few words were spoken between them during the half hour duration.

By the time the episode was over, it felt like no time had passed at all. Digby almost felt the need to applaud the stellar episode. He wasn't sure he would be able to wait very long until the next one and was considering asking Isabelle if they could just play it right now.

As the credits rolled, Digby glanced down and saw that his tumbler was empty. He had slowly savoured the whiskey throughout the episode and had just finished off the glass a minute ago. It had been a very enjoyable drink, and it filled him up with that warm, calming feeling that came along with alcoholic drinks. He idly glanced over towards Isabelle. She had finished two glasses by this point.

"That was really good!" he said to her.

"Which? The episode or the booze?" She then snickered to herself, causing Digby to chuckle softly. She was already quite tipsy.

"The episode," he clarified, shaking his head.

"Oh..." Isabelle replied, "Well, I think this Kitsky stuff is real good. I want some more 'cus it tastes so good, but if I have more now then I can't have more later..."

"Good girl," Digby commented as he set his glass aside.

"Don't you 'good girl' me!" Isabelle shot back, sticking out her tongue at him.

"Heh...I see 'Party Izzy' is here."

"Party Izzy wants to kick back..." Isabelle was only just barely slurring her words.

Digby glanced over at her empty glass. This was another of the very few things that was completely different about the two of them. He tended to handle his alcohol pretty well and didn't get noticeably inebriated until he was plenty of drinks in. Isabelle, though, was a lightweight. Not in an extreme sense, of course, but the buzz always tended to hit her a little harder and a lot sooner.

He didn't mind, though. They were in a safe environment and he actually enjoyed the company of 'Party Izzy'. His sister was usually so squeaky clean and friendly, but the alcohol helped remove a few of her filters and bring out a bit more of her wild side.

"Y'know, Ankha likes this show," Isabelle commented.

"Does she?" Digby replied. He then frowned and said, "She's been kind of moody lately, hasn't she?"

"I heard her boyfriend's cheatin' on her," Isabelle said in a low, almost conspiratory tone.

Digby looked over at her, shocked. "Really? Roscoe is cheating?"

"That's what I heard anyway."

"Oh gosh, I hope that's not actually true."

Isabelle giggled for a couple seconds. "I heard the last boyfriend that pissed her off wasn't able to walk for a week after. I'll just, uh, let your imagination fill in the rest."

Digby looked at her confused for a moment, then blushed and shook his head. He decided to move the conversation along. "Is the mayor still dating Beau?"

"Oh!" Isabelle gasped, "Oh my gosh, yes! Oh, aren't they just the cutest together?? They're so sweet and huggy!"

"Beau's pretty adorable, not gonna lie," Digby agreed, "He's too precious for this world. He deserves someone wonderful to be with."

"Oh, I know! They're totally a match made in heaven. Aaah! I love it!"

Digby chuckled softly. "Okay, calm down Cupid..."

"Could you imagine dating somebody as sweet and kind as Beau?"

For a moment, Digby was quiet. "I dunno, I can't imagine myself dating anyone. I just don't have the time, and neither do you."

Isabelle pouted and grumbled softly. She then tossed her head to the side dramatically and said, "I'm fine with that. I'm dating my work, and we get along just fine. My work is the best boyfriend."

This brought Digby's smile back and made him laugh. "I guess I can agree with that..."

"Put one more show on," Isabelle requested, "and then we'll do somethin' else."

"Sure, sis."

Digby scrolled through the DVR and chose another of Isabelle's requested shows, and then settled in to watch it with her. The two watched the show together for a few minutes. It was an enjoyable watch for Digby, but certainly nothing when compared to the dragons show.

He idly glanced over at his sister at one point. She was pretty sprawled out, half on the couch and half on its armrest, with a lazy expression on her face. Isabelle was in full relaxation mode, yet her hair and the fluffy fur on her ears didn't get disheveled in the slightest. Digby wasn't afraid to admit his sister was cute, although he would more often use the word 'adorable', much to her chagrin. She usually wore clothing in vibrant colours, so it was striking to see her just in her skirt and t-shirt with the only colours being white and a dark blue that was almost black.

He also saw her reach over towards the bottle of Kitsky and pick it up along with her glass. "More? Already?" he spoke up.

"Aw, relax," she replied, "Just a half a glass, and I'm still mixin' it with water." She giggled and added, "I can't help it; it tastes really good!"

Digby gave her a half-frown. "I just hope this isn't the first of these get-togethers where you pass out. That wouldn't be very fun..."

"Oh please," she countered as she poured the whiskey, "I may be a lightweight but I never pass out. You ever seen me pass out? Even that one time when I had way too much as a teen?"

"I guess you've got a point," Digby said with a shrug, "Well, enjoy. I'm fine with what I've had for now."

Isabelle downed half of the glass' contents and then gave him a wry look. "You only had one."

"Isn't that how much I usually have at first?"

"Yeah, exactly," Isabelle said with a playful pout. She then stuck her tongue out at him again and finished off the rest of her glass. "Mmmm, that's gooood stuff."

"Silly girl," Digby said with a good-natured shake of his head.

"Boring brother," she shot back, sounding equally as playful.

"I'm not boring!"

For a moment, Isabelle just looked at him with her mildly inebriated expression. She had a sort of mischievous look on her face and Digby honestly wasn't sure what she was thinking.

"Hey," she finally spoke up, "Digs."

"Yeah?"

Isabelle grinned slyly at him and said, "Dare you to drink another one."

Digby's brows shot right up and he looked at his sister in surprise. He then gave her a confused look. "...You dare me?"

"A'yup!"

"...As in, you dare dare me?"

Isabelle nodded. "Mmmhm!"

He snickered softly and gave her an odd look. "You're joking," he remarked, "That's pretty funny. Brings back some fond memories."

"No, no, no," Isabelle said as she shook her head, "I'm bein' for reals. I dare you, Digs. I'm playin'!"

Digby regarded Isabelle, furrowing his brows. Even though she was getting drunk, he could see the seriousness of her request in her eyes. She _wasn't_kidding. "...Izzy, we haven't played that game since we were pups. It's been, like, 20 years at least."

"Yeah? So?"

"We're not pups anymore," Digby replied, giving her a flat look.

"So?" she continued to insist.

Digby shook his head and went back to watching the TV. Even though she was being ridiculous, Isabelle had stirred up memories from when the two of them were younger. He hadn't thought about 'The Dares Game' in years. For the both of them, it had been their favourite thing to play as pups.

"C'mooonnnnn..." Isabelle whined. She reached over to poke him in the shoulder.

"Sis, peer pressure to drink alcohol isn't funny."

She scoffed at him. "It's not peer pressure to drink, dummy. You were gonna have more drink later anyway. You always do. I'm darin' you to have some more now."

Digby gave her a sidelong glance. She did have a point. Also, though, he caught another glimpse of the intense look in her eyes and her confident smile. She looked almost exactly the same as she had looked as a pup playing this very same game, like she had never grown up. It stirred up more nostalgic feelings, and Digby again remembered how much fun he'd had playing the game.

The look on Isabelle's face was a look that simply said, 'Do it, or I win. And I know you're not gonna do it, so I win.' Digby could still remember the childish frustration he felt whenever she gave him that look; the desire to prove her wrong and wipe that confident look right off her muzzle. The Dares Game had always gotten Digby's competitive drive going.

He realized that he could still feel some of those same competitive juices. Isabelle was certain that he would refuse her dare, and then she would win. So, he chuckled softly to himself and shook his head. He then looked at her fully and said, "Fine, you whacky pup. Hand over the bottle."

Isabelle's confident smirk was gone, replaced with an odd expression that was a mix of total surprise and eager excitement. The smile she wore seemed to grow larger, in fact. For what reason, Digby couldn't be sure. She grabbed the bottle of Kitsky and gave it to him, her tail wagging the whole time. Digby simply took it, looked at her with a raised brow, and filled his glass back up. She gave him the pitcher of water to mix in as well. Digby proceeded to tip his head back and down half of the liquid, cringing slightly as he did.

He let out a breath of satisfaction as he brought his glass back down. Isabelle was right about one thing; this stuff tasted good. "There," he said, "Happy?"

"Ya gotta finish it!" she retorted.

"I will, I will. Relax..."

For a couple minutes, the two went back to watching the TV show. Digby took idle sips of his whiskey every so often until eventually his glass was empty again. He could feel the bubbles in his head now, for sure. He wasn't terribly drunk, but he was also at the point where he'd be in trouble if he got behind the wheel of a car.

About a minute passed after he'd taken his last sip, and then Isabelle spoke up again. "Weeellll...?"

He glanced over at her, confused. She was looking at him like he had done something stupid. "What?"

She snickered and said, "Your turn, silly."

Digby blinked. "...Wait, you want to actually play The Dares Game?"

"Yeah, duh! I didn't just randomly dare you for no reason, dummy. C'mon, it's your turn. Gimme one!"

Digby arched an eyebrow again and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to play this?"

"Because it's fun, dummy! We always had so much fun playing it as pups! So why not?"

"I mean, yeah it was fun..." Digby commented. He sighed softly, a mix of sad and happy memories filling his mind. His and Isabelle's childhood had not been a pleasant one, considering they spent most of it living in a tiny cardboard box on the side of the street. Things had been rough for them for so many years, and they'd had nobody but themselves to rely on. At the very least, this hardship had brought them closer together as siblings than they ever could have hoped for. They both grew up, supporting one another the whole way through, and came out stronger because of it.

Although, living alone in a cardboard box meant that keeping morale up was incredibly difficult. That's why the two puppies played games with each other any chance they could get. Without any actual toys to play with, they had come up with many games on their own, but one quickly emerged as the favourite. It had started out as the two playing the classic game of 'Truth or Dare'. However, in practice, they found that they both picked 'dare' almost every time. Because they were so close as siblings and had to rely on each other so much, there was nothing either of them hid from the other. They had no secrets to hide, they had no truths to tell.

Thus, 'The Dares Game' was born. The objective was simple; take turns daring the other to do something, and the winner would be whoever came up with a dare that the other wouldn't do. Anything they could come up with would be fair game, as long as it wasn't extremely dangerous or something impossible to do.

"C'mon, hurry up," Isabelle urged him, "Or, do I win?"

"No, you don't win!" Digby replied indignantly before even realizing what he was saying. He hesitated for a few moments before finally saying, "Fine! I dare you to...uh..." He looked around the room for inspiration. "I dare you go stand on the porch for a full minute without your coat or your vest."

Isabelle looked mildly surprised, and Digby gave her a smirk of satisfaction. He knew just how much Isabelle disliked the cold weather, and how she always preferred to bundle up as much as she could whenever the temperature dropped below a certain degree.

She then gave him a sour look, but sighed softly and then smiled. "Aaaaaall right," she drawled, and then promptly stood up. She snatched up the TV remote and paused the episode, and then dashed over to the front door before Digby even knew what was happening. She gave him a smirk that mirrored his own from a moment ago and opened the door. His sister stepped outside, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time, and then shut the door.

Digby blinked, relegated to silence for a moment. He had been kind enough to at least let Isabelle remain dry while doing this, but he still hadn't expected her to actually go through with it. Then again, he hadn't expected himself to actually give her a dare. That old sibling rivalry had flared up in a flash, and her playful taunting had taken him right back to the days when he would always try his best to win the game.

Finally, the door opened again and Isabelle rushed back inside. She looked supremely uncomfortable, but wore a grin of victory as she hurried back to the couch. "Hoooo...! It's getting frigid out there!"

"...Wow," was all Digby could say.

"Can we turn that on? Please?" Isabelle asked, pointing to the fireplace.

"Yeah sure, go ahead."

She quickly hopped off the couch and flicked a switch on the wall. A fire roared to life in the pit of the fireplace, instantly filling the immediate area with a wave of pleasant warmth. Isabelle sighed as she sat back down and said, "Thanks, bro."

"No problem."

"Also, you suck."

Digby snickered softly. "You told me to play, so I played."

Isabelle gave him an unimpressed glare and said, "You certainly did. I can see now that I need not play soft with you, as you have not lost your touch." She tried to say it with a sophisticated air, but her inebriation hampered that somewhat.

"Uh huh?" Digby just folded his arms and waited. He had to admit he was getting right back into the excitement of the game. Maybe Isabelle was onto something by suggesting they play this again.

Isabelle smirked and said, "I dare you to-" She was interrupted by a hiccup, compliments of her buzz. She cleared her throat and started over. "I dare you to take out your phone right now and turn off your alarm for the next three days."

Digby's brows shot up in surprise, and he couldn't help a worried look appearing on his face. "My...morning alarm?" he asked.

"Mmmmhm," Isabelle said with a smug nod.

Digby frowned and glanced over at the armrest where his phone was currently sitting. "You're basically daring me to be late for work two days in a row," he grumbled. It was no secret to anyone, certainly not to either of them, that Digby loved to sleep. A loud alarm blaring on his phone was pretty much the only thing that could rouse him from slumber, and even then it was a difficult task.

Still, though, he couldn't lose for something like this. He picked up his phone, a simple red NookPhone in a cheap OtterBox. He sighed and unlocked the phone, opened up the clock app, and turned off his alarm for the next three days. He winced slightly as the clock icon turned to grey, signifying that it was turned off.

"Aw, it's not so bad," Isabelle said in a teasing voice, "If you're real nice and you beg real hard, maybe your generous big sister will give you a wake-up call."

Digby shot her a grimace and retorted, "The last time you promised to do that, you forgot!"

This sent Isabelle into a fit of giggles. "Whatever. You're a smart pup. You'll think of something."

"Dare you to delete one of the episodes I recorded for you." The room went silent, aside from the episode that was still playing in the background. "And not one of the ones we already watched," Digby added.

Isabelle stared at him flatly for a moment, but then pouted and said, "You're mean."

Digby just held up the remote and wiggled it playfully. "Which one, sis?"

"Ugh..." Isabelle sighed softly, "The other episode of the dragon show. It's popular, it'll be on again soon."

Thus, the episode they were currently watching was paused while Digby navigated the DVR's menu and deleted the episode Isabelle had selected. To the outside observer this whole game might have seemed mean-spirited. However, the two siblings had played this so much as pups that they both knew what to expect going into it. Agreeing to play was basically asking for trouble, and perhaps that's what made it so fun.

"Fine, you loser," Isabelle grumped, though with a smile on her face, "Dare you to hit yourself in the face with a pillow."

Fwump! Both of the siblings laughed as Digby performed the requested action. Throwing in a few silly dares in between was something they used to do often, just to make sure the game never got too serious. It was like an unspoken rule that a silly dare had to be followed by another silly dare, and then the game could get serious again.

"Dare you to sing the chorus of any cringey song you like," Digby replied, and then jokingly pulled his ears down against his head.

Isabelle immediately started singing that new song that was always on the radio. Digby cringed. Isabelle usually had a lovely singing voice, but that certainly wasn't true while she was drunk. When she was done, the two shared a moment of laughter together.

"Oh man..." Digby said once he had caught his breath, "This is fun..."

"Toldja!" Isabelle said with a smirk. She briefly stuck her tongue out at him. "Now, let me think..." She put a paw to her chin and was quiet for a moment. Her eyes then lit up and she gave Digby a look that could almost be called an evil grin. "I dare you..." she spoke slowly, "to eat a whole packet of seaweed snacks."

Digby's eyes went wide in an instant. "W-what?" he muttered. He then slowly glanced over towards the front door, where her raincoat was hanging. "Did you bring...?"

"I was gonna snack on some later," Isabelle replied, "There's four packets in there. Just eat one."

A shudder ran up Digby's spine. The snack Isabelle was referring to was dried seaweed, a packaged snack food. Isabelle was a hard worker who oftentimes didn't have time to break for food, so she was usually carrying some sort of quick and easy snack in her pockets. And just one of the many kinds she liked to eat was dried seaweed.

Digby absolutely could not stand the taste of seaweed. He would rank it as his number one least favourite food without a second thought. Just thinking about the yucky green stuff made him feel queasy. He gave his sister a glance, who was looking at him smugly. Either she planned this in advance, or it was just a terrible coincidence that she happened to pick seafood snacks to bring with her today.

After a few more moments of hesitation, Digby begrudgingly got up off the couch and walked over to the hanging coat. This was going to be awful, but it wasn't going to kill him and Isabelle was again looking at him like she expected to win this game. He would have to just get through this as quickly as he could.

When Digby returned to the couch, he was gingerly holding the packet of seaweed snacks like it was a disgusting bug. Isabelle was snickering as she watched him. "The faces you make are hilarious..." she commented.

"Hush up," Digby grumbled. He then sighed and decided to just get it over with and opened up the packet. The contents spilled out into his open paw. Four slices of dried seaweed. Digby cringed just looking at it.

"C'mon! It's good for you!" Isabelle taunted.

"That is true," Digby sighed, "and the only reason I'm actually gonna do this." He then clenched his eyes shut, readied himself, and stuck two of the slices into his muzzle. He bit down on them, trying to bite through the thick material. His face immediately scrunched up at the taste and he stifled a whine of protest. He then chewed as fast as he could. When he swallowed, he immediately stuck his tongue out in disgust.

This sent Isabelle into a fit of laughter. "You always stick out your tongue when you eat something gross!" she said through her laughter, "It's sooo funny!"

Digby hurriedly tossed the remaining two pieces into his mouth whole. "Shu' up," he said with his mouth full, trying to chew and swallow the vile confections as fast as possible. Apparently he made more twisted up faces of disgust, as Isabelle's laughter only got more intense. When he finally swallowed, he let out a nauseated groan and shook his head.

"You look like you just ate a raw lemon!" Isabelle said, still laughing.

Wordlessly, Digby indicated for Isabelle to pass over the bottle of Kitsky. She complied, and he hurriedly poured himself a half glass full, which he promptly downed. The strong taste of the alcoholic drink managed to wash away most of the awful seaweed taste. "Ughhh..." he groaned once he was finished.

"Damn!" Isabelle said, "That was both impressive _and_hysterical!"

"I don't know how you can stomach that crap, Izzy..." Digby grumbled.

Isabelle started laughing again, to the point where she was holding her stomach. She had seen him try seaweed before, but he always spit it out. This was apparently a new hilarious experience for her, all at his expense. His cheeks burned hotly with embarrassment. Isabelle continued to be consumed by a fit of giggles, which fueled his embarrassment but also stoked the flames of his competitive drive.

"Hey!" he barked suddenly, "My turn now!"

Isabelle got her laughter somewhat under control, wiped a tear from her eye, and looked at him expectantly. "Whatcha got for me, li'l bro?"

"I dare you to go run a lap around the house! Without your vest or your coat!"

The smile instantly vanished from Isabelle's face. She slowly turned to look out the nearby window. The sun was halfway below the horizon by this point, but even in the fading light it was easy to see that it was still pouring rain outside. He saw her ears droop a little bit.

This was the perfect 'Uno reverse card' of revenge. Isabelle had dared him to do something that was difficult for him but was commonplace for her. In this case, Digby never minded being out in the rain. Sometimes his job forced him to stand out in the rain for hours, with only his bright yellow raincoat to keep him dry, but it was something he honestly didn't mind. Going for a quick run in the rain without a coat on was something he did sometimes just to wake himself up.

Isabelle, on the other hand, did everything she could to keep her fur from getting wet.

"Well?" Digby asked, giving her that same smug grin that she had been giving him.

"Heh heh..." Isabelle murmured, "You always were pretty good at this game. That's why it was always fun to play with you."

"Actually, didn't I win once by daring you to go out in the rain?"

"Ohhh, I was waaaay younger back then," Isabelle said as she lazily reached over and grabbed the Kitsky bottle. She quickly but expertly poured herself another full glass of whisky/water mixture and downed it before Digby even realized what was happening. She then gave him a playful look, arched one of her brows, and hopped less-than-gracefully off the couch.

Digby watched in awe as she ran towards the front door once again. She stood there for a minute, looking like she was psyching herself up. She then held up a paw and shouted, "For the glory of Kitsky!!" and barreled through the door. She left it open, so Digby eventually heard the wet squelching sounds of her paws running along the damp ground. She reappeared in his field of view as she ran past the window, and then the sounds of her pawsteps disappeared into the distance.

He couldn't believe it. Digby just sat there in stunned silence as his rain-hating sister ran all the way around the house. A chilly breeze was coming in from outside with the door left open, but Digby barely noticed. He was _sure_he would win with a dare like that. Isabelle's distaste for the rain and the cold weather had only gotten stronger as she'd grown into an adult.

Finally, Isabelle tumbled back in through the front door and clumsily slammed it shut. She whirled around to face Digby and immediately shouted, "You suck!"

Digby looked up at his sister in shock. She was, of course, soaking wet from head to tail. She was dripping from both her fur and her clothes onto the floor of the foyer. Even though she had just shouted at him, she wore a fun-loving smile with a hint of victory. "Oh my god, sis..." he muttered.

"Towel?" she spoke up, "Please?"

It was then Digby noticed that she was also shivering a little. His brotherly instincts kicked in and he rocketed off the couch towards the bathroom. He grabbed two towels from inside and hurried them back to Isabelle, who accepted them graciously. She dried off the wettest parts of her fur, so that she was no longer dripping on the floor, and then scurried over to the fireplace. As she used the second towel to continue drying off, she sat down right in front of the roaring fire and let out a relieved sigh.

"Izzy, that was nuts..." Digby eventually commented once he had sat back down on the couch.

"Hey, you're the one who dared me."

"You were supposed to concede!"

"I don't concede, I win."

Isabelle brought the towel up to dry her face. By now she had dried off most of her exposed fur, and the warmth of the fireplace was certainly helping. Digby felt a little bad for making her do that, but then he thought back to the awful seaweed he'd had to eat. When she was finished drying her face, Isabelle tossed the two used towels to the side. "Eugh..." she groaned as she looked down at herself, realizing that the towels hadn't been enough.

Digby saw what the problem was as well. His sister's white shirt, as well as her skirt, were still pretty soaked with water. Drying off fur was one thing, but wet clothes weren't as simple. Even from a distance he could see just how drenched the shirt was. It was heavier from the water, sticking more tightly to her torso, and it was darker in colour.

It was also somewhat see-through.

Digby's cheeks burned like they were on fire and he immediately averted his gaze, now realizing that he had essentially been looking at his sister taking part in a wet t-shirt contest. "Ah, Izzy, uh..." he muttered, fumbling with his words, "There's, uh- You can take one of my shirts. I've got clean ones you can wear." Before he even got a response, he had already stood up and started running to his bedroom. "Stay there, I'll get it for you. It'll fit you just fine, 'cus y'know, we're twins."

Moments later, Digby returned carrying one of his shirts and a simple pair of shorts. He saw, to his relief, that Isabelle had turned around and was now drying her front half. He tossed the clothes on the ground next to her, and she picked them up. "Thanks, bro."

"Yeah, no worries..." he said, still feeling somewhat thrown off by what he had accidentally caught a glimpse of. That was definitely not a way that a brother was supposed to see his sister. "...Sorry, Iz," he eventually muttered.

"Don't be sorry. It was a good dare!" she reassured him, "I hated it, but it was kinda fun. Y'know, kinda wild!"

"Guess that's just how the game goes, huh?" Digby looked over at her again, and his eyes instantly shot open wide. Isabelle was now standing up, and Digby no longer had to look at her in a soaking wet shirt. But that was because she was now wearing no shirt. Isabelle had apparently decided to change into the shirt he had given her right then and there, and he was now looking at the bare fur on her back. "Izzy!" he shouted in distress, "What are you doing?!"

"Changing?" she replied without looking back, as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.

Digby's mind stalled for a moment, and then he hurriedly brought up a paw to block his view. "Right now? Right here? In front of me?"

This time Isabelle did look back at him, though she just looked over her shoulder and gave him a bemused look. "Yeah, why not?" she replied, "It's no big deal. We've gotten changed in front of each other all the time."

"Yeah, when we were puppies!" Digby retorted.

"So?" Isabelle replied as she slipped the shirt on. True to the fact that they were twins, the garment fit her perfectly. Digby lowered his paw, but then immediately brought it back up again as Isabelle started to take off her skirt. She sighed. "Relax, spaz. My underwear didn't get wet so I'm leaving it on."

Digby just looked away, feeling completely embarrassed by what Isabelle was doing right in front of him. Did she really not care that she had just gotten half-naked in front of him? Sure, he hadn't actually seen anything besides her bare back, but still.

"You can look again, bro. I'm 'decent'," Isabelle spoke up in a lightly mocking tone.

He half expected her to pull a prank on him or something, but Digby lowered his paw and turned to see that Isabelle was fully dressed in the shirt and shorts he had given her. He had grabbed the clothes without thinking, and now realized he had given her another white shirt that was similar to her own. The only difference being the HHA logo on the front.

"Do I look good?" she asked jokingly.

Digby rolled his eyes. "You'll be their new mascot," he grumbled. Digby then held a paw to his head as a brief wave of dizziness passed over him. He belatedly realized that he had downed half a glass of straight Kitsky after he had eaten the seaweed. He hadn't even thought about it at the time; he had only been thinking about getting the awful taste out of his mouth. Yup, he was definitely drunker than before.

"Heeheehee..." Isabelle giggled drunkenly, "You look funny when you're blushing."

"I'm not-!" Digby started to argue, but realized that his cheeks did still feel warm. He grumbled and turned away, trying to hide the rosy hue he still had from the lingering embarrassment. He still couldn't believe she had done that right in front of him.

"Gosh, now I gotta think of somethin' to top that..." Isabelle murmured, "What do I dare ya to do now?"

"Well," Digby said with a shrug, still averting his eyes, "At least I know not to bother daring you to go streaking, 'cus I won't win with that."

"Are you still upset about that?" she blurted out incredulously, "Digs, get over it. We used the same change room at the pool all the time, it's not a big deal."

"We were puppies!" Digby repeated, "It's different now."

"How?? I'm still Izzybelle. I'm still your sister."

Digby huffed in frustration. "Exactly..." He looked back over at her, but frowned when he saw that she actually seemed rather upset with him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to shout..."

"C'mon, li'l bro," she said with an affectionate smile, "Don't be so uptight. Relax and have some fun!"

"You could've at least warned me..."

Isabelle shrugged and said, "I guess that's fair. Now gimme a minute to think of your next dare..."

Digby sat quietly and waited while Isabelle glanced up at the ceiling in thought. He vaguely noticed that they had never resumed the episode after pausing it earlier. The Dares Game had taken centre stage, it seemed. Digby just sat still for a moment, twiddling his paws. He started to wonder if he was going to regret that extra shot of whiskey. He could hold his alcohol quite well, but it was making him feel a bit woozy.

"You're still all blushy!"

Ears perked up suddenly, and Digby looked over at Isabelle. "Wh-what?"

She was snickering behind her paw at him. "It's still messing with you! Digby, what is _up_with you? You're so funny!"

Digby pursed his lips, feeling all flustered again. "C'mon, Izzy! I-i-it's not just because it was you. Someone just got half naked in front of me in my own home when I wasn't expecting it, how'm I s'posed to react?"

"You're a goofball," she replied with a playful smile, "Are you really that uptight about a little bare fur? It's not like I flashed you. Gosh, going to the beach must give you a heart attack!"

His cheeks were practically on fire by this point. "I-Izzy, don't just say stuff like that! And, I mean...I dunno. We invented clothes for a reason, didn't we? It's not a thing you just...do."

"I dare you to take your top off."

A poignant silence hovered between them for a moment. "Uh..." Digby eventually replied, "...Excuse me?"

"You heard me," she said smugly, "I dare you to take off your shirt and just sit there for the rest of the night without a top on. Just you and the fur on your chest."

"Wh-?" he sputtered in response, "Why? Why do you want me to...?"

"Because you're so uptight about this that I think I might actually win with this!" she said with a drunken giggle.

Digby glanced down at his HHA-branded shirt, a rosy blush still on his cheeks and his heart thumping anxiously. Though he hated to admit it, Isabelle had a bit of a point. Just getting naked, or even half-naked, for no reason wasn't something that sat well with him. He even wore a top when he would go to the beach and only took it off once he went swimming. She could actually win with this.

Then those competitive juices coursed through his veins again, and he berated himself for being so silly. How could he lose the game on a simple, easy dare like this? All he had to do was take off his shirt. And since he was a male, he had nothing particularly naughty to hide under it. Would he be embarrassed and uncomfortable? Absolutely. But he wouldn't be losing the game.

With a sigh of resignation and a shake of his head, Digby stood up off the couch. He grabbed the fringe of his shirt and, in one smooth movement, pulled it up over his head. His ears flopped down against the sides of his head once the shirt was pulled off completely, and he tossed it to the side. Then he sat down, having done all of this while deliberately avoiding Isabelle's eye-contact.

He expected her to say something, but she remained quiet for a few moments. Eventually his curiosity won him over and he glanced over at her.

"This's probably weird to say," Isabelle admitted while wearing a straight face, which then morphed into a huge grin as she said, "but you're friggin' adorable!!"

Digby reeled back as if he'd been struck. "Aw, c'mon!" he whined, "Don't say that."

"Just look at you! You're so cute! With your little patch of cream fur and that fuzzy brown chest. Digby, you're a cute happy puppy!"

"Stoppp, c'mon," Digby whined. He grumpily crossed his arms, vaguely attempting to cover up his chest in the process.

"Oh man... I didn't win with that one but it was so worth it. I get to see my li'l brother be super-duper cute and all embarrassed."

"Would you stop?" Digby spoke up, "It's no different than any other animal's chest fur."

"Well, that's a matter of opinion," Isabelle said as she stuck her tongue out at him, "but if that's how you think, then why're you all shy?"

"I dunno, this feels weird..." he admitted.

Isabelle simply shrugged. "Well, get used to it or forfeit the game. Let me know if you want the fireplace turned up."

Digby gave her a blank look for a moment, then smiled a little. "Thanks sis." He was grateful to see that Isabelle still had his wellbeing in mind, despite her bullying. His smile vanished, though, when he saw Isabelle clumsily pick up her phone. He immediately panicked and blurted out, "I dare you to not take any pictures of me with my shirt off!!"

Isabelle practically snorted with laughter and dropped her phone on the couch. "Fiiiine," she said, "Way to waste a dare, though."

"I don't care. I don't want my 'fuzzy chest' all over PawsBook..."

His sister shrugged and lounged back onto the couch. She glanced up at the ceiling in thought, no doubt thinking of the next way she could torture him. Digby just kept his arms crossed over his chest, and subtly shifted into a different position on the couch that brought his knees up to hopefully block the view some more. He might have gotten adjusted to being shirtless, especially since he was in his own home, but Isabelle's 'cute' comments had only made him feel more self-conscious.

Eventually, Isabelle just laughed to herself. "I'm, like...drunk...and the only thing I can think of is making you eat more seaweed."

Digby made a disgusted face. "No way," he replied, "C'mon, Izzy. I know you're more creative than that." Moments later, he wondered if he would come to really regret saying that.

"Oh wait!!" she suddenly blurted out, which caught Digby by surprise. She looked over at him excitedly and said, "I'm, like, a super genius! Oh, I'm so smart!"

"...What?" Digby asked, giving her a flat look.

Isabelle then pointed at him and proclaimed, "I dare you to take a picture with your shirt off and post it to PawsBook!"

Digby felt all the colour drain from his face. That was it; she had gotten him. It was admittedly genius on her part. His drunken sister had figured out the perfect loophole to his dare. His ears drooped and he grumbled to himself.

"Hahaha! So what's it gonna be?" she asked him smugly, "Post a pic for the hits, or call it quits?"

"You're so evil..."

Isabelle snickered and grinned. "I'm only evil when I'm drunk."

"Ohhh, I have stories from our puphood that would say otherwise..." Digby then sighed and reached for his phone. He absolutely did not want to do this, but he _still_felt that drive to not lose this game. It was like something ingrained in his DNA. He unlocked his phone, turned on the camera app, and set it to selfie mode. He cringed immediately upon seeing his shirtless self on the screen. It wasn't because he found himself unattractive, but rather just seeing a preview of what all his friends on PawBook were going to see.

Digby took a deep breath and tried to relax. All he had to do was pick a good enough pose and caption that it wouldn't just be a completely random shirtless picture of him. He briefly glanced over at Isabelle and saw her expectant grin. He thought about it for a moment, trying to think of pictures Isabelle had posted on her PawsBook. She was a lot less camera shy than he was, after all.

A bit of inspiration struck him, so he sat up straight on the couch. He held his phone up to get a bit of a downward angle of himself in the shot. He held his knees together, rested his other paw on one of them, and looked up at the camera with an intentionally nervous smile.

Click

Digby proceeded to ignore every burning instinct in his body that told him to delete the picture and instead opened up the PawsBook app. He selected the picture for a post and then typed out his caption.

'Feeling cute, might delete later.'

Then, feeling like a complete bundle of nerves, Digby pressed the 'submit' button. An icy chill ran through him as his post popped up on the timeline. He told himself that it would be fine. He had used a meme. People liked memes, didn't they? It would totally excuse the fact that he was shirtless. Hopefully everyone would laugh and nobody would make a big deal about it.

"That is the best_pic you've _ever taken!!"

Digby's head shot up, and he saw Isabelle was already looking at her phone. He could easily infer that she too had opened PawsBook and was looking at his post, causing his whole face to turn a deep tomato red. "D-Don't repost it," he said, "Just...let it be on its own..."

"Oh I won't, don't worry. I don't think I need to repost this to see where it's gonna go."

"Awwnnn..." Digby whined, burying his face into his paws and bringing his knees up to cover his chest again.

"Oh my gosh, you are such a puppy," Isabelle teased, "What is your big deal? Seriously!"

"It's embarrassing..." he mumbled.

"No it's not! It's, like, the least embarrassing thing ever. You've got a cute fuzzy chest, you're in-shape, your keep your fur shiny. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

Digby just rolled his eyes.

Isabelle then crossed her arms and gave him a disapproving look. "C'mon, Digs. Lighten up. All I did was make you take off your shirt, but you're acting like I had you pose naked in the town square. Wouldja relax?"

"Whatever, Izzy..." he mumbled.

There was a moment of silence. Isabelle turned off her phone and put it back on the table. She then offhandedly said, "Can't believe you're so anxious about something so simple. It's such an easy, basic thing. You just do it and don't even think about it and it's done. It's like, whatever..."

Digby felt his blood boil with sibling rivalry again. "'So easy' huh?" he spoke up. When she looked over at him, he sat up a bit straighter, though he crossed his arms over his chest at the same time. "If it's 'so easy' to do, why don't you do it?"

Isabelle blinked. "Uh..."

Suddenly another bolt of inspiration. This was it. This was how he could win the game. He grinned victoriously and dramatically pointed at her. "I dare you to lose _your_top for the rest of the night."

A dramatic silence fell between the two of them, and for a moment neither of them moved. Then, Isabelle furrowed her brow slightly. "...Really?"

Digby chuckled softly, marveling to himself at his own genius. "Yeah. Y'know what? You're right. This is super easy. I might be really shy and uncomfortable about it, but you were right about it just being so simple. Just take off my shirt. Cool. Done. Easy and simple." He then gave her a dramatic look and added, "But you're not a boy like I am."

Isabelle gave him a look. She wasn't exactly glaring at him, but she did narrow her gaze.

"Ahaha...Nice try, Izzy," Digby said as he leaned back against the couch's armrest in a relaxed pose. He kept his knees up, but he held his paws behind his head and shut his eyes contentedly as a sense of victory washed over him. "Check and mate." He knew in his mind he had definitely won. There was no way any animal who was a sister would get naked right in front of their brother.

"Right..."

Digby felt his sister moving on the couch. In his drunken mind, he figured Isabelle might be getting up to bow down to his superior gameplay. Or maybe, on a more realistic note, she just wanted to shake his paw and congratulate him. He promptly sat back up and looked at her.

He was just in time to catch sight of Isabelle's shirt as it was pulled up over her head and off of her body entirely.

Time froze for a minute, and Digby felt his brain spark a few times. He hadn't actually just seen that, had he? He'd definitely imagined it. Then, however, Isabelle balled up the shirt that she had definitely just removed and tossed it off to the side, where it landed right on top of his own discarded shirt.

No, he hadn't imagined it. Isabelle had taken her shirt off. She was just sitting there, shamelessly displaying the golden and cream fur of her own topless chest. The fact that they were twins even extended this far, with the only difference being fur colour and Isabelle's relatively small breasts.

"That all?" Isabelle asked with a confident grin.

At that moment, Digby felt his cheeks burn up like they were on fire and his jaw dropped. He suddenly realized that he was currently looking at his sister's chest and scrambled to block his view with his paws. "I-IZZY!!" he exclaimed in utter shock, "Wh-what the hell are you doing?"

"Taking your dare," she said simply.

"Are you kidding me?! You weren't supposed to take that dare. You just got _naked_right in front of me. You basically flashed me!"

Isabelle snickered. "You asked for it, remember?"

"You were supposed to lose!"

"Why would I lose on a dare like that?" she asked incredulously with a hint of laughter in her tone, "You wanted me to take my top off? Big deal! Who cares?"

"What do you mean 'who cares?'"

"Digs...It's just us here. It's just you and me. If we were at a party or something, then yeah, obviously I'd refuse and you'd win. I'm not gonna take my top off in front of strangers or friends. But we're alone in your home, where nobody's gonna bother us and nobody's gonna see. It's just you, and I don't care if _you_see me topless."

Digby felt sparks in his brain again as he tried to process the insane words he'd just heard Isabelle utter. "Y...You don't?" was all he could reply in utter disbelief. He was still covering his eyes with his paws so he couldn't see anything, but he caught a glimpse of her shadow on the wall shrugging.

"As I keep tellin' ya," she continued, "this is no different than when we were pups. Sure it's a little weird and it's not like I'd just do it on a whim, but I don't care because this doesn't mean nothin'. If I took my top off at a party, every dude in the room and probably some girls would be leerin' at my chest and thinking dirty naughty thoughts about what they'd like to do to me. Not you, though."

"No!" Digby shouted, "Obviously not!!"

"So, it's all good then." Isabelle then sighed, as if she was reclining onto the couch. After a moment's pause, she spoke up again. "So you're not even gonna look at me anymore?"

Digby blushed furiously and stammered, "Wh-?! N-no! I'm not...I can't just...look at my sister's...y'know..."

"'Chest'?" she finished for him.

"...Yeah," he mumbled in a tiny voice.

He heard Isabelle snicker. "So, what? You're gonna spend the rest of the night curled up like an armadillo, covering your eyes with your paws?"

"...I, uh..."

"'Cus that's gonna make it real hard to do other stuff like watching TV or doing more dares. I guess you could go hide in another room, but that's no fun and you'd forfeit the game anyway. C'mon..."

Digby sighed in frustration. She had a point, and it seemed like she was definitely not going to put the shirt back on. He shook his head. "I can't believe you're doing this..." he muttered before relenting and uncovering his eyes. He did, however, focus his eyes off to the side. At the television. Which was still showing the DVR menu and not playing anything.

"Well, it's a step anyway..." Isabelle said. Digby saw out the corner of his eye that she shrugged, and the fact that he could see her out the corner of his eye made his cheeks flush. He subtly turned his head so he was looking away from her entirely. "Gimme a moment to think of somethin'," she added.

Digby was floored. He simply could not believe he was sitting here next to his sister and both_of them were topless. Did Isabelle have no shame? Did she really not care that she was exposing herself to her own brother? This was just _weird at this point. Playing The Dares Game as pups had gotten pretty wild at some points, but it had never gotten to a stage like this.

Maybe if he was more sober, he would put his foot down and stopped this.

"Digs!" she called over to him, "Yoo-hoo!"

"What?" he replied flatly without turning to look at her.

There was a pause, as if she were waiting for him to turn his head. "Digs, haven't we gone to a bathhouse together?"

He furrowed his brow in confusion, though still abjectly refusing to look. "No?"

"Really? Are you sure?"

"No, I don't like stuff like that."

"Oh... I was gonna say if you had, then you would've already seen me topless. You kinda haveta to get the massages there. Anyway, wouldya stop being such a wuss?"

Digby glared at the TV. "I'm not being a 'wuss'," he retorted, "I'm just not...It's not...proper for a brother to be looking at his sister's..."

"...'Boobies'?"

"Izzy!" Digby exclaimed as his face turned into a tomato.

Isabelle giggled for a moment, and then trailed off. "Ehh, I'm just kiddin'. I don't have boobies."

"Yes you do," Digby replied in a conversational tone.

"Naaah, these aren't boobies."

"Sure they are. Size doesn't matter. Just because they're smaller doesn't mean they're not..." Digby suddenly shook his head, an exasperated look appearing on his face. "Are we seriously talking about this right now??"

"Why not?"

"Oh my god..." Digby leaned forward and buried his face in his paws.

"Y'know," Isabelle commented, "I actually don't mind this. It's kinda relaxing. Maybe I'll do this every time I come over."

"Izzy, I swear..."

There was a moment of strained silence between them. Isabelle then sighed. When she spoke again, she had lost the mirth in her voice. "It really isn't a big deal, bro. I'm, like...not gonna get offended if you see me without a shirt."

"Isabelle..." Digby grumbled, his tone conveying that he was losing his patience.

"Just have a conversation with me or somethin'. After a bit, you won't even notice it probably."

'Oh, I highly doubt that...' Digby thought to himself.

"This is stupid," Isabelle muttered, "It's not gonna be any fun if you have to keep looking away the whole time. C'mon, Digs. I really, really don't care. Just look at me again? Please?"

Digby sighed softly. "I'm not looking at my sister naked. That's just...not right."

Isabelle scoffed and said, "Well, I'm not naked. I'm just topless." When he still neither responded nor looked at her, Digby heard her let out a huff of frustration and felt her change position on the couch. "All right, y'know what?" she said in a mildly testy tone of voice, "I'm gonna fix this right now."

"Huh...?" Digby replied, feeling a hint of dread at the back of his neck.

"I dare you..." she said, holding out a pause for dramatic effect, "...to turn around and look at me for a minute straight. No closing your eyes, no looking away, for a whole minute. No keeping eye-contact only either, you look at all of me to just get used to it. And then no constantly looking away for the rest of the night."

Digby stared wide-eyed at the static screen of the TV that had kept his attention for so long. Had he heard all of that right? Isabelle was daring him, her own brother, to basically leer at her. "Izzy, that's...kind of a loaded dare," he commented unsurely.

"I know it's loaded, but it's also frickin' easy peasy. Seriously, bro, I'm throwing you a bone here. You know I come up with the hard dares. This one's a gimme, even though it's got a buncha...'steps' or whatever."

"I, uh..."

"And then it'll be your turn again and you can dare me to do whatever crazy thing you think of, and before you know it we'll both be laughing and having fun again. So c'mon. Do it."

Digby glanced down at the floor for a moment and considered things. He was still definitely not on board with the concept of Isabelle sitting right next to him topless. It still made him anxious, embarrassed and a little squicky to even think about looking at her. If this were happening any other time, he'd tell her that she was too drunk and force her to go to sleep.

But they were playing The Dares Game. He finally realized something he had been ignoring. Isabelle wasn't doing this to make him uncomfortable or for any _distasteful_reasons. She was trying to win the game; that was all. If she truly meant what she said, that she didn't mind if Digby saw her without a top on, then maybe there really wasn't anything wrong with this. Isabelle did seem dejected that he was going through all this trouble to avoid looking at her, and he didn't want to make her upset. He also realized, with a sinking feeling, that he was unintentionally sending the message that Isabelle was something unpleasant to look at.

"All right," Digby finally said, "You super sure?"

"I'm sure," she replied genuinely, "Go right ahead."

Quickly and before he could change his mind, Digby turned his head and looked in Isabelle's direction. She was now sitting with her legs up on the couch, turned so she was facing him fully and reclining back on the couch's armrest in a lazy pose. She had her arms limp at her sides, so there was absolutely nothing keeping her topless chest from being on full display.

Digby immediately blushed profusely and fought the urge to look away instinctively. He couldn't help getting flustered. Digby had only ever dated three people in his adult life before this, and seen someone naked just as many times. It was still something new that took him by surprise, like he wasn't completely used to the idea yet. Isabelle was still wearing his shorts of course and wasn't actually naked, but topless was close enough in his book.

He audibly gulped. Digby then took a moment to fulfill the spirit of the dare and allowed his eyes to roam across her entire upper half. He allowed himself a small mercy by starting at her tummy and looking at her belly button, something he had actually seen before on the rare occasion that Isabelle wore a tank top. Then, feeling his blood pumping, he slowly gazed upwards and beheld one of his sister's body parts that he knew he shouldn't be looking at.

Isabelle wasn't flat-chested, but her breasts were rather petite to the point that she didn't even require a bra. Her two nipples were visibly poking out from her fur, situated at the front of her small but still rounded and defined breasts. Digby gulped again, imagining what horrible things people would say about him if they knew what he was doing right now. There was a voice in his head screaming for him to look away, but he focused on the dare and continued to study Isabelle's bosom. She didn't move, squirm or make any effort to cover up, so it seemed like she was telling the truth about not caring that he was looking at her. The rest of her chest wasn't really remarkable besides its taboo nature, but Digby did have to admit that her yellow and cream-coloured chest fur was pretty cute.

"Okay! Time's up!" Isabelle proclaimed.

Digby practically jumped out of his skin. He was briefly stricken with the sinking feeling that Isabelle had just caught him peeping at her, despite that making no sense. With a touch of relief, he allowed his eyes to drift upwards more until he was looking at Isabelle's face once again.

She was smiling genuinely at him. "Thank you," she said.

"Uh..." Digby murmured, briefly unable to find his own voice, "Y-yeah...No worries."

Isabelle giggled softly. "See? No big deal! It's just boobs and chest fur."

"Mhm..."

"So, remember the rest of the dare, okay? No avoiding looking at me for the rest of the night. Just act like everything's normal. Pretend I'm wearing a shirt if you need to. Otherwise you forfeit and I win."

"Yeah..." Digby said in a slightly distracted voice. He then spoke up more clearly. "So you're...really okay with this? You don't mind me..._seeing_you over and over for the rest of the night?"

"Yes, silly!" she said in a mildly exasperated tone, "I'm not gonna explain it all again. I doooo not care. This is a safe place for Izzy to get topless!"

"I...guess so..." Digby scratched the back of his neck and glanced away in thought for a moment. His blood was still rushing, mostly to his face in its continued effort to turn him tomato-red and light his cheeks on fire. He had caught himself glancing down a few times, taking brief looks at her chest. It wasn't something conscious, it just kind of happened. Multiple times. Maybe that's what Isabelle had been talking about, when she'd said that he would just get used to the sight after staring for a full minute. He certainly wasn't used to it yet, still feeling a nervous twist in his stomach every time he caught a glimpse of her chest.

"So...You got your next one?" Isabelle asked.

"Uh," Digby replied as his eyes snapped up to meet hers in a split second, "N-no, not yet. I gotta...think of one."

She shrugged, which caused her breasts to jiggle just slightly. Digby's cheeks grew redder. "That's fine. I gotta think of my next one anyway." She then glanced over her shoulder and added, "Maybe I'll look at my phone and find inspiration." Isabelle then lazily leaned back over the armrest, blindly reaching for her phone and unintentionally giving Digby the fullest, most uncensored view of her chest that she possibly could.

Digby gulped nervously. "Y-yeah, sure." While Isabelle was busy trying to find her phone and not looking at him, Digby carefully reached for one of the small throw pillows on the couch. He subtly pulled it towards himself and changed his sitting position. He no longer had his knees up to block the view of his chest, but he didn't care about that anymore. Instead, he simply sat as casually as he could with the pillow laying on his lap, hoping Isabelle wouldn't notice it.

Or worse, question why it was there.

"Oh, what the?!" Isabelle suddenly blurted out, causing Digby to once again jump out of his skin. When he looked, though, he saw she was looking at her phone. She laughed softly to herself and said, "Whitney, you're such a bitch..."

Digby let out a breath of relief and fidgeted uncomfortably. He suppressed a shudder as he felt himself rub against the pillow, and then he frowned and glanced down at the ground in shame.

He couldn't help it, or at least that's what he was trying to tell himself. It was just an automatic, instinctual part of his typical male biology. Seeing someone naked was still something relatively new to him and it still set off excitement in parts of his body, despite who it was that was naked in front of him. Though he was an adult and his teen years were long behind him, he had only ever had sex three times in his life; once for each of the people he'd dated. Those primitive biological urges were still just as strong within him.

Digby wasn't pitching a tent yet, but he could feel that he was starting to poke out of his sheath. He hated the fact that he was starting to get hard at the sight of his naked sister, and just repeatedly told himself that it had nothing to do with his mind. It was just his body acting on instinct. The sight of breasts led to arousal. He couldn't help it.

He closed his eyes as a glowering look appeared on his face. 'Please just go away soon...'

"You okay, bro?"

Digby squeaked, which made Isabelle giggle and made him flush with embarrassment. "I-I'm fine..."

"Never heard you make that sound before," she commented.

"Shaddup. I'm still thinking of how to ruin your day."

Isabelle shrugged, and Digby silently wished she would stop doing that. She went back to looking at her phone and said, "Let me know when the ol' brain turns on."

Digby grumbled softly and shook his head. He needed to focus on the game so he could take his mind off of all this naked business. He looked at his sister, pointedly looking at her face, and tried to think of something. He glanced briefly at her phone, which reminded him of the embarrassing selfie she'd forced him to post on Pawsbook. Of course, in looking at her phone, he ended up looking at her chest again. After another jolt of bashfulness, his ears perked up slightly as an idea came to him. He grinned almost evilly. "Got it!" he proclaimed.

She looked over at him without putting down her phone. "Mhm?"

"I dare _you_to take a selfie of yourself, without a shirt, just like you made me do..."

Isabelle immediately interjected with a frown on her face. "Digs, that worked for you, but if I do that then I'll just get banned off of Pawsbook. And, I kinda need Pawsbook for work."

"You didn't let me finish," Digby said, holding up a paw.

This made Isabelle relax a little. "Okay, what then?"

Digby smirked again and said, "I dare you to take a topless selfie...you can pose however you want as long as you don't cover up...and then send it to somebody on your contacts list."

Another poignant silence followed. 'Boom,' Digby thought to himself, imagining that he was dropping a microphone. He leaned back slightly, careful to keep the pillow in place, and gave her a smug look.

Isabelle didn't verbally reply, but instead turned her attention back to her phone. He then saw her use one of her paws to swipe upwards repeatedly. She was looking through her list of contacts on her phone.

Digby was certain he had won this one. As Isabelle herself had said multiple times, she didn't mind being topless when she was here, in a safe place where only he would see her. Now he was daring her to bring someone else into the picture. He was pretty sure that everyone on her contacts list was either a friend or a coworker. Digby was certain she wouldn't send a nude selfie to any of them. He also knew she wasn't actively dating anyone at the moment and so she likely didn't have anyone she could just toss casual nudes at. Victory was practically assured.

"Okay. Got it."

A beat of silence passed. "Wait, what?" Digby blurted in surprise.

Isabelle grinned casually at him and said, "I picked someone."

Digby gave her a flat look. "Seriously?"

"Mhm," she said with a jingling nod of her head, "Now I just gotta pick a good pose."

"Unbelievable..." Digby grumbled and shook his head in exasperation. He quickly picked up his own phone and started browsing on it. Even with the boundaries they had stepped past this evening, he didn't think it very polite to ogle her while she posed for a selfie. A moment later he heard the camera shutter sound effect from her phone. "Done?" he asked.

"Nah, I don't like how that one came out," she replied, "I'm gonna take a few and pick a good one."

"Fine, fine. Just lemme know..."

As Digby continued to browse on his phone, he occasionally heard the sound of the shutter go off again and again. Isabelle never spoke up, though, and just kept taking more pictures. Digby rolled his eyes after a full two minutes had passed by. This wasn't a glamour shot, she just had to take a selfie for the dare and move on. Since he wanted to avoid looking at his own Pawsbook for now lest he see the comments on his own topless pic, Digby just idly browsed the Nook Shopping app.

As this was happening, though, his own phone vibrated at one point and he saw a notification on the corner of the screen that someone had texted him. Without even a second thought, he tapped on the notification icon and opened the messaging app, which sent him straight to the new text message.

Digby yelped and his phone fell onto the couch. He shot his sister an incredulous look as his cheeks burned hot red. "Izzy!" he exclaimed.

"What?" she asked in an overly innocent voice.

"Don't send it to me!! What're you doing?"

Isabelle snickered. "You dared me to send it to someone on my contacts list," she explained, "You're my brother, so obviously you're on my contacts list."

Digby opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. He grit his teeth and resisted the urge to throw his phone at her. "Damn it..." he grumbled. She was right. She had found a technicality. Obviously the one person on her contacts list who wouldn't mind seeing her topless was the one who was already currently seeing her topless.

"You think you're so smart," Isabelle teased, "but I'm smarter-er."

"That's cheap," Digby complained, "You know what I meant."

"Doesn't matter what you meant, it's what you said. It's always been like that."

Digby then glanced back down at his phone, causing his cheeks to light up yet again. The entire screen of his phone was taken up by Isabelle's topless picture. She hadn't picked any particularly lewd pose or anything, but she had followed his directions to take a selfie and not just a plain, smiling picture just for the sake of the dare. She had picked a good angle, she was smiling brightly, she was looking confident and not hiding anything about her. If she hadn't been topless, Digby would have commented that it was a really good picture of her.

But she _was_topless, and her naked breasts were on full display in the picture. And now those breasts were on his phone screen, on his phone, in his phone's internal data. It was times like this, even though there was nobody else around, that he was glad he had a lock feature on his phone.

Digby swiped his paw up on the screen, quivering in embarrassment as his paw literally slid right over the image of his sister's chest, to bring up the app's menu. He quickly tapped the button he wanted at the bottom of the screen.

"Damn, I actually look good," Isabelle said, a bit of a drunken slur slipping into her voice, "Too bad it's got my tits in it. I should photoshop a shirt or a bikini on and post this."

"...You're nuts," Digby commented.

"Whatever, bro," Isabelle said with a dismissive wave of her paw, "Dare's over, you can delete the picture now."

"Yeah...I did," Digby replied quietly. But he looked down at his phone again, a twinge of nervousness making his paws shake a little. The image was still on the screen. He looked down, where his paw was still pressed against the touch screen, still holding down the digital button he had tapped on.

He had tapped on 'Save', not 'Delete'.

Digby looked at his own paw in confusion. Why? Why had he pushed that button? He had definitely_meant to hit the delete button, right? He knew that as soon as he lifted his paw off the screen, the picture would be saved to his phone's gallery. He could slide his paw over to the delete button before letting go, and that button would activate instead. So why wasn't he doing it? Why was he so scared to take_either action?

"Okay, my turn!!" Isabelle exclaimed.

Her loud shout startled Digby, causing him to fumble with his paws. His phone dropped out of them and onto the pillow, thankfully face-down. A cold feeling ran down Digby's neck. Even without seeing the screen, he knew the picture had been saved because he hadn't moved his paw over. He scrambled to pick up the phone and quickly pressed the delete button, deleting the text message and its attachment from the messaging app.

For a moment, he stared blankly at his phone. The picture was saved in the gallery now. His face lit up red at the very idea that there was a half-naked picture of his own sister in his phone's gallery. He couldn't believe he had accidentally saved it instead of deleted it.

His paws didn't move. It had been an accident, right?

"Yoo-hoo!" Isabelle called, "Hey, eyes on me! No hiding your gaze, remember?"

"I'm not," Digby countered as calmly as he could, "I was just thinking about...uh...my next dare for you."

"Oh, okay," Isabelle said, accepting his explanation with a nod. She then wobbled slightly and held a paw to her head.

"How drunk are you?" Digby asked.

"Drunker than you," she replied with a snicker, "but I can still handle a li'l more."

"You sure?" Digby asked. There was just a slight lisp in his voice from his own inebriation, which showed off just how well he could hold his own alcohol.

"Yeah, bro!" she eagerly replied, "This party's just gettin' started! And you're still all uptight and not havin' any fun!"

Digby frowned and pouted at her. "I am too having fun! I mean I don't enjoy _all_of it, but still..."

"Naw, you're all curled up there...Huggin' a pillow and stuff..."

His eyes darted back and forth for a moment, silently hoping she hadn't picked up on why he was 'hugging' the pillow.

"You need to loosen up s'more," Isabelle continued, "Hey, I know! I dare you to match me."

Digby tilted his head. "'Match you'?"

"In drinks! Last I checked, I'm still one drink ahead've you!"

"Oh..." Digby replied, "Yeah, sure. I guess so." It wasn't that much of a dare, considering that he usually drank just about as much as Isabelle did by the end of the night on these get-togethers. Under normal circumstances, this would probably be his last glass while Isabelle would sneak in one more before falling asleep.

"Nice!" Isabelle said with a cheeky grin, "Drink up, bro!"

"Er...Can you pour it for me?" He paused and thought quickly. "I was checking something on my phone. I wanna do it before...y'know, my vision blurs." He then promptly picked up his phone and focused on the screen again.

"Sure, whatever."

Digby breathed a silent sigh of relief. In truth, he just didn't want to pour the drink himself because he was afraid of the pillow coming loose. So, he opened up his phone just to pretend he was checking on something. He didn't need to actually do anything and could just look at his lock screen to complete the ruse.

Instead, he unlocked the phone. Then he opened the gallery.

His blush returned in full force just from seeing the small thumbnail that was now at the top of the list on the gallery's front page. Even from this small version of the image, he could easily tell it was his topless sister. That definitely shouldn't be there, and he should delete it immediately. Thankfully, he could delete the image without even opening it up.

Instead, he opened the image up.

As Digby heard the sound of Isabelle pouring his drink, he spent the time just silently looking at the selfie Isabelle had sent to him. Was it just curiosity that drew him to the image? It wasn't like he was seeing anything new, since Isabelle had been topless for a while now. She had chosen to send the image to him, so she clearly didn't mind him seeing it.

Digby felt his heartrate go up as he looked at the image of Isabelle, posing with a cute look on her face and a full view of her chest. She probably hadn't done it intentionally, but the angle she had chosen really made her breasts stand out and look more appealing. It was definitely a good shot. Digby even considered the picture...sexy.

'Okay,' Digby's voice of reason resounded in his head, 'You looked at it. Now delete it.'

He pressed the 'X' button in the corner and closed the image, returning to the gallery's main page.

'...You didn't delete it.'

"Here you go, bro!" Isabelle's happy voice chimed out.

Digby quickly closed the gallery app entirely and looked up to see Isabelle leaning over and presenting his glass, filled once again with Kitsky. Digby smiled in thanks and reached for it, while his brain once again helpfully reminded him that Isabelle was topless and he was looking at her chest. He shook his head and didn't even hesitate this time. With a tilt of his head, he downed the entire glass in a few short seconds.

"Rrraaaahhh, that really does have a kick to it," he commented afterwards.

"Heehee... It definitely does. I really like it."

Digby belched softly, and then he hiccupped. This was usually the point where he started to appear visibly intoxicated; his high tolerance could only go so far. He cleared his throat, shook his head gently, and decided to make the most out of his last moments of true focus.

"All right," he announced, "I dare you to send that selfie to someone on your contacts who isn't me."

"Aw, c'mon," Isabelle pouted, "That's a lame rerun dare."

"I don't care. I feel cheated. You gotta send that pic to someone who doesn't already know you're half-naked, otherwise what's the point?"

"Why? Didn't you like it?" Isabelle asked jokingly.

Digby's cheeks briefly flared up. "J-just pick someone to send it to...And you have to send it without any context. No text message before or after it to explain that you're being dared. In fact, you're not allowed to text that person at all until they text something back to you after the pic."

Isabelle raised her eyebrows. "Wow," she remarked, "Gotta admit, not super duper confident on this one. Good dare, bro." She then picked up her phone again. "I gotta think real hard 'bout this. Gimme a minute..."

"Take your time..." Digby murmured as he leaned back slightly. He could feel the bubbles in his head and a warm feeling building up in the pit of his chest. The whiskey was doing its job for sure. Already some of the nervousness he had been feeling throughout the night was starting to ebb away.

Digby picked up his phone again and opened up the picture. He told himself that he was just appreciating the picture itself, like the composition and the pose. Naked or not, it was a good picture from a photography standpoint.

There must have been a lot of good composition specifically around her chest, because that's where Digby kept staring. Isabelle had complimented the appearance of his chest earlier, so he was just doing the same for her now. She did have a nice, sleek coat of fur with a cute fuzzy appearance. And, honestly, she did have nice-

"Okay, I sent it," Isabelle spoke up, "Dare's done."

"Yeah?"

Isabelle sighed wistfully and said, "Mitzi's a little crazy anyway so hopefully she'll just think it's funny..."

"Mhm..." Digby replied in a very distracted tone. By now he had zoomed in on the photo slightly. He appreciated the model of phone Isabelle had that took such nice, high-quality pictures.

"My turn now. What'll I dare you?"

"Mhm..."

"...Whatcha lookin' at?"

"Stuff..."

Isabelle didn't say anything else for a few moments. Eventually Digby found himself blinking and realizing exactly what he was doing. He blushed a little bit, but he didn't close the photo. He was definitely starting to get drunk by this point. No more alcohol for this pup for the rest of the night. He idly glanced past his phone, which briefly made him dizzy from the double vision of seeing topless Isabelle both in front of him and on his phone at the same time. He saw his sister drinking yet another glass of Kitsky.

"Izzy, don't drink too much..." he complained somewhat drunkenly.

"Last one, I promise," she replied.

"I don't want you throwin' up in my garden again. It's gonna be way more awkward this time if you do it naked."

Isabelle snickered. "Half naked, thank you very much."

Digby's eyes drifted back to his phone. "You are definitely half naked..." he remarked softly, "How'd it get to this...?" He then shook his head and forced himself to close the image. He really shouldn't be looking at that. "Who'd you send it to?" he asked.

"Mitzi."

"_Oh_right, you said that..."

"Wonder how _your_half-naked post is doing."

Digby shrugged, subconsciously leaning back into a more relaxed pose. "I dunno...Hey, how many people have seen you naked anyway?"

Isabelle snickered. "What kinda question is that?"

"I dunno, isn't 'naked' the topic of the day at this point?"

This sent Isabelle into a full on fit of laughter. "I guess it is," she admitted. She then cleared her throat and said, "I dunno if anyone's seen me naked unless I was also havin' sex with them...before tonight, anyway. 'Cus I'm pretty sure I haven't had sex with Mitzi..."

Digby blushed a little bit. That was definitely a thought he should not hang onto. Should not. A moment later, a touch of sobriety returned to him. With a glowering feeling, he thought about all the things involving his sister that he definitely should not have done tonight. He briefly questioned if this made him a bad brother. Good brothers didn't look at their sister's boobs or think about them having sex with another girl. They definitely didn't save topless photos of their sister on their phones.

"Hey...Digs..." Isabelle spoke up.

He perked his head up. "Huh? What?" He balked slightly when he saw the enigmatic look Isabelle was giving him. At first she didn't say anything, but then she snickered softly and said a few words that sent dread right to the pit of his stomach.

"Dare you to get rid of that pillow."

Time stood still. Digby's eyes went wide and he fought to keep his jaw from dropping in disbelief. As her words sank in, his cheeks burned, his heart thumped in anxiety, and his stomach twisted up. Eventually, when he managed to make his tongue work, he could only let out a tiny squeak of a word. "...What?"

Isabelle smirked at him, and pointed in the direction of the pillow on his lap. "Lose it," she said.

Digby's eyes darted back and forth for a minute as he wracked his brain for a possible way out of this. "Wh-what do you mean?" he asked in a nervous voice, "What pillow? That pillow?" He pointed to one of the other throw pillows sitting on the couch.

"You know which pillow."

He began to sweat a little and chuckled anxiously. "Uh...Why? Why this pillow? Why get rid of it? What's so special about it? You're really daring me to do something dumb like that? What a waste of a dare. What a dumb dare. What a-"

"Digs," Isabelle cut in, "Don't bother, okay? I know why it's there. It's pretty obvious."

Digby slowly glanced down at the pillow in question. It was still there, sitting in his lap, and he hadn't moved it. The reason being that it was still necessary. Furthermore, looking at Isabelle's selfie on his phone definitely hadn't helped matters. Before it had just been a little bit poking out, but now it was something decidedly more prominent. So prominent, in fact, that it had been causing him quite a bit of discomfort from being trapped under the fabric of his shorts.

"I...uh..." he faltered, genuinely unsure of what to say next.

"Well, you gonna do it?" Isabelle prodded.

Digby gulped and fidgeted slightly. "You, uh...You really...know...?"

"No, duh," she said, sticking out her tongue at him.

At this, Digby glowered and frowned. "Oh...uh..." He gulped again. "You really want me to...? Uh...Are you sure? Why would you...?"

Isabelle rolled her eyes. "Oh, I'm totally about to win this."

Digby perked up a little. "N-no you aren't!"

"Then lose the pillow! Do it. I know you won't, you shy li'l goober."

"I-I'm not- It's not about being shy! It's...I mean...I can do it, but I...I..." He gulped again. "...shouldn't."

"Bro," Isabelle replied flatly, and then gestured to herself. "Tits. Are. Out."

Flushing once more, Digby glanced away. Isabelle had a point; she was half-naked, and he would still have clothes between her and the offending body part. And he again reminded himself that the reason Isabelle was making him do this was solely in an effort to win the game. It was a simple, easy dare. If he did it, he would already be allowed to dare Isabelle to do something.

"C'mon," Isabelle said impatiently, "Do it or don't. Hurry up."

In that moment, as Digby flinched slightly from her words, his mind focused in on only two things; winning the game and making his annoying sister be quiet. She wanted him to lose the pillow? He could lose the pillow. Easily.

"Fine!" he exclaimed, and promptly grabbed the pillow and tossed it to the side.

Not even a millisecond passed, before the pillow even hit the ground, that the flipside of the argument hit him full force. Yes, Isabelle was topless and he still had his shorts on. Yes, she was making him do this to possibly win the game. But there was still a glaring difference. Isabelle was simply showing a part of her body and doing nothing else.

He, however, was aroused.

Digby immediately pulled his ears over his eyes and whimpered in shame. This was a bad idea. He should have just given up and taken the loss. He wanted to grab the pillow and put it back, but he was frozen on the spot by sheer embarrassment and disgrace. There was no way to dance around the issue this time. Digby had just revealed to his own sister, in full view, that he was aroused. Could he claim he had been thinking about a girlfriend or something? Maybe, but he doubted Isabelle would believe him. The evidence was clear.

"...Wow..."

Hearing Isabelle's voice and her almost conversational tone, Digby pulled one of his ears aside just enough to peek out with one eye. He gave her a confused look. "Whaddaya mean, wow?" he whined in a miserable tone.

"No, no..." Isabelle answered, "Just...well..." She cleared her throat. "...You're bigger than I thought."

Digby's whole face practically erupted in fire. "Oh my god..." he cried and hid behind his ears again, "This is the worst. I'm so dumb..."

"What?" Isabelle asked.

"Izzy, I'm sorry... I'm so, so, so sorry." He shook his head, keeping his eyes hidden. "I know I'm awful. I'm disgusting. I'm...s-so sorry you have to see this."

"Bro..."

Digby was on the verge of tears at this point. "I'm a terrible brother. I've ruined everything. If...I-if there's _any_thing I can do so we can forget this and still be best friends with each other, I-"

"Digby!" Isabelle cut in, "Jeez! Relax! Calm down! What the hell are you goin' on about?"

In response, he just sunk into the couch more. "I'm so ashamed..."

"Of what? Digs, I'm naked. I've got my tits out. It's not like I didn't expect this."

There was a moment of silence, and eventually Digby peeked out from behind one of his ears again. "You...Huh?"

She looked at him derisively with a smug half grin. "Digs, you're a boy. You've got boy parts. I've been around long enough to know, at the very least, that boy parts just do things on their own. When a boy sees titties, his peepee get hard. Unless he's gay, I guess..."

Digby briefly glanced down. He winced and almost hid behind his ears again when he saw the very _prominent_tent he was pitching in his shorts. He could feel that all of him was out except for his special 'canine part'. He could also feel it gently throbbing against the tight prison of fabric that was being stretched pretty close to its limit at this point.

"Still, though," Isabelle spoke up, "Impressive. I bet you made your girlfriends happy."

"Wh-" Digby sputtered, "Why are you looking at it??"

"'Cus you've been looking at my tits?"

"Th-That's not...You dared me to look!"

Isabelle snickered. "You're such a goof. Honestly I was sure I was gonna win with that dare, but you proved me wrong. Just a whoosh and suddenly boner!"

Digby finally let go of his ears and they flopped to the sides, no longer covering up his face. He still looked over at Isabelle with a shameful look on his face. "Aren't you...y'know...grossed out?"

"I'm not a puppy, Digs. I've seen penises before."

"No, I mean...Aren't you disgusted that I...um...got like this..." He trailed off before forcing himself to say the last couple words. "Be...Because...of you?"

Isabelle paused for a moment, and Digby wasn't sure if she was looking at him or just staring off into space. Eventually she leaned back a little and said, "I dunno. On the one hand, maybe I should? But, like, on the other hand...I'm drunk as fuck."

Digby tilted his head to the side. "...Huh?"

"Shouldn't I be taking it as a compliment? Or somethin'? Your dick thinks I look good!" She tilted her head back and giggled for a moment. "Nah, I'm not grossed out at you, Digs. You're my brother, how could I be grossed out at you?"

"It's _because_I'm your brother that you should be grossed out...Right?"

"Not really..." Isabelle replied with another shrug, "I dunno, I kinda think it's funny."

Digby was about to hotly retort, but he bit his tongue when he saw Isabelle's relaxed, if rather inebriated, expression. Her eyes glanced down to his crotch a few times, which made him flinch and want to cover up. Still, she didn't become upset or disgusted, or anything else for that matter.

He glanced down at himself, frowning in confusion. She found it 'funny'? What was so funny about something obscene and inappropriate like this? It stood up proudly from between his legs, forming a fantastic pyramid shape out of overstretched fabric, like a creature trying to fight its way out or a weirdly shaped balloon expanding in his shorts.

Digby snickered.

Glancing over at his sister again, he saw a little grin on her face as well. Maybe it _was_kind of funny, which Digby was sure had nothing to do with the alcohol in his system. Besides Isabelle being topless and him sporting a tent in his shorts, they were still smiling like they used to when they played around as pups. If someone looked in and saw only the two twins' faces, they would think it was just two normal siblings enjoying each other's company.

"You're...really okay with this?" Digby asked, no longer worried but merely curious.

"It's my fault for being topless anyway," she quipped.

"Let me know if you want me to put the pillow back, and I'll do it. You don't have to use a dare for that or anything."

"It's fine, Digs. I dared, and you do'd."

"Heh..." Digby scratched behind his head. The fact that he was now casually sitting across from his topless sister with a boner in his pants was not lost on him. It did feel awkward, but Isabelle's calm behaviour made him feel at ease about this whole situation. The only real downside was that he couldn't touch himself. Not that he would touch himself because of Isabelle, obviously he would be thinking of other girls, but that would probably be going too far. The aching feeling of his trapped member sure made the temptation hard to ignore, though.

"What's next?" Isabelle said with a little drunken giggle.

"I dunno," Digby said playfully, "What else can we do that won't get one of us arrested?"

"Or fired..."

"Haha, yeah..." Digby then fell silent for a moment as he tried to make his intoxicated brain come up with a good dare. He looked over at Isabelle, this time more unashamedly looking at her topless chest, and searched for inspiration. "I got it!" he then exclaimed.

"Hit me!" Isabelle confidently replied.

"I dare yooooou..." Digby said, drawing out the syllable teasingly, "To take a topless pic of yourself and post it online. Since you can't put it on Pawsbook...you'll have to put it up on a porn site."

Isabelle's smile faltered for a moment, and she stared blankly at Digby. His excitement surged as it looked like Isabelle was about to concede victory to him, but then her smile returned in a flash. "Okee dokee!"

"Wh- Really??"

She shrugged and giggled. "Sure, why not? The photo app on the phone has a crop feature so I'll crop out my face, and I'll add a black and white filter so you can't tell my fur colour. Nobody'll know it's me, it's just some cute bitch with small tits!"

Digby skewed his lips and narrowed his gaze at her. "Does it count as a selfie if your face isn't in it?"

"You didn't say 'selfie'," she countered, "You just said 'topless pic'."

"...Aw, shit..."

Isabelle reached over and grabbed her phone again. However, to Digby's surprise, she handed it over towards him. "Here," she said simply.

"Huh?"

"You take it. If I'm gonna be on a porn site I want the pic to look good, even if it's anonymous. Get a good shot of me!"

Digby stared down at the phone dumbly for a moment. "You want me...to take a nude picture of you?"

"Yeah, bro!"

Digby blinked, then his ears perked up a little and a tiny smile appeared on his face. "Uhh...O-okay." He then took the phone from her, placing his own phone on the armrest for the time being, and stood up. Digby opened the camera app on Isabelle's phone, which gave him another quick glimpse of that treacherous selfie she had sent to him, and walked over to her side of the couch. "Just, uh, lemme know when you're ready."

Isabelle adjusted her position so she was facing forward on the couch. As she did, her eyes glanced downwards a few times. She giggled for a moment before going about choosing a pose.

Slightly confused, Digby looked downward as well. His blood ran cold for a split second when he saw that he had somehow forgotten about the tent in his shorts when he had stood up. It was now protruding out in front of him like a second tail. The prominent and very visible bulge wobbled and bobbed around as he moved. No doubt he had put on quite a bouncy show when he had walked over.

He looked up at Isabelle again, and his heart nearly skipped a beat. She had chosen a pose, and_boy_ what a pose she had chosen. She was leaning back on the couch, one arm draped lazily over the armrest, with her back arched slightly so her chest was thrust out. Her other paw was laying in her lap, with her digits pointing directly at the spot between her legs where Digby knew something was hidden by the pair of shorts she wore.

"Hurry up and take it," Isabelle instructed him, "This kinda hurts my arm, actually."

Digby shook his head and forced himself to focus on the phone in his paws. Isabelle was posing for the camera, not for him. He was just an outsider in this whole event. Hired help. His job was to aim the camera and push a button on the screen. So, he aimed the camera and spent a moment finding the best angle that showed off every part of Isabelle's form in the best light. His paws shook slightly, which made keeping the phone steady a difficult task. No she wasn't posing for him, but in a way she kind of was. She was sensually, _sexually_showing off her bare chest to the camera, which Digby was behind, which meant she was showing it off to him. There were no two ways about it. The tent in his shorts wobbled again.

"O-okay, I took it," he said, and basically tossed her phone back at her. Digby then retreated to his spot at the other end of the couch, trying to keep his face from catching on fire.

Isabelle picked it up and looked at the screen. "Not bad, bro. Okay, how do I do the cropping? Oh never mind, here it is..."

Digby cleared his throat and glanced down at his shorts in the meanwhile. Not much had changed about the situation down there. Honestly he was starting to realize that being so exposed like this around someone else and it not being an issue was oddly exciting. It was shifting from uncomfortable shame to that feeling of sneaking cookies out of the cookie jar.

"So, which porn site do I gotta put this on?" Isabelle asked.

"Uh..." Digby glanced over at her, "...Do you know any?"

Isabelle continued to look at her phone in silence for five seconds, and then slowly turned her head and looked him in the eyes. "Digby..." she spoke slowly, "Do you...not...look at porn?"

Digby blushed and averted his gaze. "N...No..."

Another five seconds of silence passed. "Oh...my...god!!" Isabelle exclaimed.

He looked back at her in surprise. "What?"

Isabelle was giving him an incredulous look with a smile plastered on her muzzle. "Digby, are you serious? Oh my god, no wonder you go so hard so fast!"

Digby's eyes shot open wide. "E-excuse me?"

"You're pent up!"

"Wh- I- Uh..." Digby tried to respond but all that came out was a jumbled mess of words and sounds. Isabelle then started laughing at him, making him blush even harder and look away.

"Dude! Bro! C'mon, Digs! Everybody looks at porn. I look at porn. Are you serious? Oh my god, you're adorable."

"Shut up, don't call me adorable..."

"That's why you're fuckin' hard as diamonds and your stiffy is still there and isn't going away. You poor, poor boy, you must be bursting at the seams with pent up sexual energy."

"Izzy..." Digby whined, "Stop talking, please..."

She snickered and shook her head. "I'm sorry, but...It's just kinda funny. You're funny, Digs."

"Could you just post the pic already?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm putting it on TailTube..."

As the sounds of digital button presses filled the air for a moment, Digby glanced back at Isabelle. He then looked down at his shorts again. True to what she had said, the tent in his shorts was just as large and proud as before. Even getting embarrassed and upset hadn't caused it to fade at all. Maybe he was pent up.

Or was he just staying hard because there was someone else looking at it? Even if that someone happened to be his twin sister. His twin sister who wasn't wearing a top. Digby clenched his eyes shut and shook his head. 'Bad thoughts. Don't go there...'

When he opened them again, he looked away from his own lewdness and over at his sister again, seeing that she was still fiddling on her phone. His gaze immediately shifted down to her breasts. 'Okay...' he thought, 'That is definitely just male instinct at this point. That's Izzy over there, but there's also boobs over there.' He sighed and didn't even try to break his gaze this time, figuring why should he even bother. 'I have to admit...Izzy does have nice boobs...' Digby allowed himself a small grin and a short moment to appreciate the good looking set of breasts directly in his field of vision. Digby had always preferred a smaller bust size on females; huge boobs were actually a bit of a turn off for him. Isabelle's boobs or not, these were exactly his type.

"So, Digs..."

The sly tone in her voice immediately snapped him to attention and gave him a quick spike of dread. He already knew she had chosen her next dare. This was confirmed when he saw the almost conspiratory smirk on her face.

"Dare you..." she said in a voice that was just barely above a whisper, "to lose the shorts and get naked."

It had become routine at this point for a long, silent pause to follow a dare being given out, but this was the heaviest one yet. Digby stared at his sister in surprise for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, he cleared his throat and said, "I'm sorry, come again?"

"Take off all yer clothes and be naked," she repeated, "That's the dare."

Digby briefly glanced down at his shorts again. Of course, nothing there had changed. He looked up again and said, "Ya sure?"

She snickered. "What? You embarrassed again?"

"Noo, no, no..." Digby replied, slipping into a drunken slur for a moment, "'Cus, like, I'll do it. I'll totally do it. I'm gonna win this thing. But, like, y'know...You know what's gonna happen if I do do it, right?"

Isabelle simply shrugged and then giggled. "Heh...Doodoo..."

"You're so weird. I know ya wanna win, but why you wanna risk me actually doin' something like that? 'Cus I'll totally do it!"

Isabelle shrugged again. Digby didn't let up his questioning gaze, so Isabelle eventually gave him an answer. "Fiiine, you goober. I'm curious, okay?"

Digby arched an eyebrow. "'Curious'?"

Isabelle glanced away, possibly for the first time that night. "I've just never seen a canine one in real life before."

"...Wait, seriously?" Digby said in disbelief.

"Nope," Isabelle replied with a shake of her head, "None of my sex partners have been canine. I've seen feline and equine and...uh...rabbit-ine."

Digby bit down on his tongue before he shouted out 'Equine??'

"So, I don't mind if I get to see," she continued, "It'd be neat."

Another beat of silence passed before Digby spoke up. "Oh...Wow, uh...Okay, then..." He blushed a little and felt an intense mix of emotions. There was the familiar feeling of his pulse accelerating and a warm, almost overflowing sensation in his chest; the kind of feeling he got whenever someone was genuinely interested to see that part of him and wanted him to show it off. But then, also, the clashing feeling that it was Isabelle who was asking.

Digby knew he was totally drunk, or he wouldn't even be considering this in the first place. But looking over at Isabelle's gentle and slightly eager smile made him feel more relaxed. It wasn't like he was about to flash his junk at his sister without her consent as a prank or something. She asked him.

Well, she _dared_him, but close enough. "All right, sis," he said, "Don't say I didn't warn ya." He then reached down and grasped the waistband of his shorts.

Isabelle raised her eyebrows in surprise, but then sat up straighter. She gave him a quick look, and then focused her gaze down between his legs. Digby felt that warm feeling again, and it started to overpower the other feeling. His paws trembled slightly, only now they were trembling with anticipation.

He thought about drawing it out or being playful about it, but then he decided to just do it before he changed his mind. So, in as swift of a motion as he could, Digby pulled down his shorts and his underwear along with them. He pulled them off of his legs and then tossed them over into the slowly-growing pile of clothes off to the side.

An electric feeling ran through him once he felt his hardness be released from its confines. Just the simple feeling of the open air on his most private spots made excitement bubble up inside of him. Digby so rarely got naked in front of others that it was still an exciting, intense new feeling.

Once his shorts were on the pile, Digby sucked in a quick breath and turned his attention back towards his front. His eyes first darted down to himself, just to visually confirm that his manhood was indeed out and in plain view. It stood tall between his legs, achingly stiff and occasionally throbbing just slightly. Obviously Digby had seen his own penis before, including while fully erect, so instead he glanced up and focused on the one who hadn't.

"Whoaaa..." Isabelle murmured. Digby blushed furiously when he saw that she had her full attention on his crotch. He could almost feel her piercing gaze. She had even leaned in a little to get a closer look. Digby felt a shiver as Isabelle took in every single detail that she possibly could. His striking red colour, his above average length, the unique shape of the shaft and the tip that made him the canine he was. Her gaze drifted down a few times and eventually settled there. At first Digby thought she was looking at his sizable fuzzy brown balls, but realized what she was actually looking at a second later.

"I didn't even realize your knot was out," she said.

Digby glanced down for a moment as well, noticing the large, swollen red bulb at the base of his canine equipment. He was surprised to hear a touch of reverence in Isabelle's voice. She wasn't playing around, she genuinely was interested in what she was seeing.

"You never been with a 'knotty' fellow, huh?" Digby asked with a snicker.

Isabelle shook her head, causing her bell to jingle. "No, I haven't. Y'know, not gonna lie, that's pretty cool."

"Heh...It can be annoying sometimes, but yeah I guess it's cool."

She looked confused for a moment. "Doesn't the knot only come out if you're close to...finishing?"

"Or if you're _super_horny..."

There was a pause, and then Isabelle glanced up at him. "...Are you 'super horny' right now?"

Digby laughed awkwardly and said, "I-I think the booze has somethin' to do with it..."

She gave him a wry smirk. "Digs, didn't we go over this already? It's, like, totally fine to admit you got 'super horny' because of my boobies."

Instead of being embarrassed, Digby just laughed at that remark. "Say, when did this become a game of 'Strip-Dares' anyway?"

"You started it."

"No, _you_started it!"

Isabelle had gone back to staring studiously at his manhood. "Well, now that it's out of your shorts, I can definitely say you're bigger than I thought you'd be."

"I-It's not _that_big..." Digby said, feeling embarrassed by the remark.

"I mean, obviously you're not gonna match up to a horse, but it's still a pretty good size."

"Heh..." Digby chuckled, but then his eyes went wide. "Oh gosh, you said 'equine' earlier, didn't you?" His hardness throbbed a bit.

"Noooooot telling who it was, but it was a long time ago. He don't live here no more."

"Uh, wow..." Digby blinked and then smiled. "That's...really impressive, Izzy."

She snort-laughed. "The hell?" she said through her laugher.

"Hey, you called me impressive. Why can't I call you impressive?"

"Heheh... I guess so. I don't kiss and tell, though." She winked at him and smirked. "General species is all ya get."

Digby leaned forward a little. "How 'bout numbers, then?" he asked, "How many?" This was an example of why the game was no longer 'Truth or Dare'. With a question like this, or just about any question no matter how personal, Isabelle wouldn't hesitate to share the answer. Even if she wasn't drunk.

Isabelle shrugged and said, "The three I mentioned earlier."

"Huh?"

She rolled her eyes and clarified. "I've dated...and fucked...three guys, Digby."

"O-oh...Oh I see..." Digby murmured softly.

"What?" she retorted, "Didja think it would be more? How many have _you_dated?"

Digby shrunk back slightly. "I'm the same. I...I've dated three people..." He then quickly sat up and interrupted before she could speak again. "B-but, you're way more social and confident than I am. That's the only reason I thought..."

Isabelle sighed, shaking her head and giving him a good-natured smile. "Digs, I don't have _time_for boyfriends usually. And I know you're the same, since you work just as much as I do. Most, if not all, of my full days off work are spent with you, and I never wanna give that up."

"...Aww," Digby cooed as a warm smile made its way onto his muzzle, "That's real sweet of you, Izzy."

She stuck her tongue out at him and replied, "I know. I'm the sweetest, bestest big sister ever."

"_Ten minutes_younger!" Digby half-shouted indignantly.

"Still counts, doesn't it?"

Digby then leaned towards her with a playfully evil grin on his face. "Dare you to lose the shorts and get naked!"

"What?" Isabelle blurted out, laughing but looking caught off guard.

"I think it's only fair, riiiiiight? You've gotten quite a good look at my business."

"And you've_gotten _quite a good look at my tits."

"Lose the shorts or lose the game, Izzy!"

"Oh, I will!" she said, leaning forward and swaying drunkenly a bit, "You think you can win with a dumb dare like that?"

Digby arched an eyebrow and said, "Well? Do it, then. Join me in naked!"

Isabelle snickered. "Fine, you weirdo."

"Oh, _I'm_the weirdo, huh?" Digby retorted. He then leaned back lazily onto the armrest, putting his hands behind his head and giving Isabelle an expectant look. He vaguely noticed that this position ended up showing off his erection in full glory, and Isabelle definitely noticed. Her cheeks had been rosy all evening, compliments of the alcohol she had guzzled, but Digby could swear she had started blushing.

Isabelle stared for a few more seconds, and then lightly shook her head. She looked up at Digby, whose expression hadn't changed, and then she just shrugged. Then she reached down and grasped the waistband of the shorts and started to pull them down, but stopped after a moment. She shifted her rear end on the couch cushion a few times.

"Ugh, forget this. Too awkward..." she said. Digby was about to cry out in joy to signify his victory, thinking that Isabelle was refusing to do the dare. But his cheer died in his throat when Isabelle simply stood up off of the couch, swaying just slightly but not losing her balance. She then gripped the waistband of the shorts again.

Digby could only stare in awe as Isabelle bent forward, thrusting her ass right into the centre of his vision, and pulled down both the shorts and her underwear at once. In one swift yet somehow drawn-out moment, she revealed her shapely rear to him in all of its glory. Once she got the garments down to her ankles, she was bent forwards enough that Isabelle's true hidden treasure made its debut. Digby's breath caught in his throat when Isabelle's slit came into view, the surrounding fur cream like her belly fur and contrasting vividly with her darker yellow fur. His tail started to involuntarily wag while he stared at _her_tail and the show she was unintentionally giving him.

It _was_unintentional, right?

"...Perv."

Digby snapped to attention and quickly darted his eyes back up to Isabelle's face, seeing that she had already kicked the clothes to the side and was now fully nude. "Wh-what? I, uh- I wasn't-"

She snickered as she sat back down on the couch and said, "Kidding, dude."

Digby blinked. "...Huh?"

"'It's only fair', was what you said. Right?" She then leaned back against her own armrest, gave him an enigmatic look with an arched eyebrows, and proceeded to spread her legs wide open. "Get a good look."

"I-Izzy! I..." he tried to protest, but his words died out pretty quickly. His eyes were almost magnetically drawn to the spot between her legs. He stared, open-mouthed, for a good couple of seconds before looking up at her questioningly.

"You're right. Fair's fair," she commented, "If I can look at yours, you can look at mine."

Digby belatedly noticed that she wasn't making eye contact with him. She was already staring downwards again, and he knew already what her eyes were locked onto. He blushed as a shiver ran up his spine, that bubbly excited feeling coming back again. "Uh..." he mumbled, "O-okay then..." Digby then took a deep breath...

...and _leaned in_to get a better look at Isabelle's pussy. He couldn't keep his jaw from hanging slack as he stared, unashamedly and unapologetically. He eagerly took in every detail, and then took each detail in a second time just to make sure. The gentle curves of her thighs, the slight mound of her pubic area, the forbidden slit tucked away hiding a gentle pink colour that few could lay their eyes on, and of course the little nub of her clitoris at the top.

Digby felt like he couldn't breathe properly. This feeling, this sensation he felt, was wild. Looking at Isabelle's breasts had been one thing, but this was on a whole new level. It felt like he was looking at some great secret of the universe, one that he was never meant to lay eyes on. The sheer thrill of the taboo, to see something that he was absolutely not supposed to see, combined with the ease of mind he felt knowing that Isabelle was willingly parting her legs for him to see. There was no malice, there was no discomfort for either of them, no feelings of coercion or violation.

"Heh..." Isabelle chuckled, "You lookin' at your sister's pussy?"

Digby glanced up at her, finally meeting her gaze for a moment. "You lookin' at your brother's cock?" he countered.

"Maybe..." Isabelle paused for a moment and then added, "You got a nice cock, Digby."

"Erm," Digby stumbled, "Uh...Thank you?" He cleared his throat. "You've, uh...got a nice pussy, Izzy."

"I know," she replied cheekily.

A solid minute passed where neither of them said anything. Both siblings simply continued to look at the other's genitals with a fascinated look on their faces. Digby felt like he couldn't tear his eyes away, and it seemed like the same was true for Isabelle.

"...We should probably stop doing this," Digby commented.

"Eh, who cares?" Isabelle replied dismissively, "It's just us here."

"...Should we stop doing this anyway?"

"Why? Do you want to?"

Digby gulped before answering. "N...Not really..."

"Dare you to touch yourself."

A quick glance up at his sister's face was Digby's only hesitation. He smirked at her and then reached downwards to grasp his erection in his paw. "Dare you to touch _your_self," he replied.

Isabelle tittered softly and brought one of her paws down to rest squarely on her crotch. She slowly moved it up until it was only touching her clit, then moved it back down across the full length, and she kept repeating this motion.

Digby started to slowly, gently stroke himself with his paw. He was only really doing it because he was watching Isabelle do the same. Digby watched Isabelle subtly rub herself for a moment, and then stole a glance back up at her face. Her cheeks were flushing red by now, and Digby briefly smirked in satisfaction. Finally, he wasn't the only one blushing. When he glanced back down, he also noticed that her tail was wagging.

"That's...hot..." Digby murmured, sounding drunken for a moment. "Can I say my sister is hot without being weird?"

"No," Isabelle replied while laughing, "But I appreciate it. You're pretty hot too, bro..."

"Really...?"

"Sure! In a cute kind of hot way."

Digby's cheeks heated up and he wasn't sure whether that statement embarrassed him or made him feel weirdly happy.

"I dare you..." Isabelle spoke up, "to let me take a picture for my phone."

"...Wh- huh?" Digby's ears perked up and he looked up at Isabelle in surprise.

"I know you saved my selfie on your phone," she said with a wry look, "You're not exactly subtle. I don't mind if you keep it, but I want one for me."

Digby was silent for a moment, only blinking as he processed everything Isabelle had said. Eventually he focused in on the last sentence she'd said. She was okay with him keeping the picture? To look at whenever he wanted?

"Okay, sure," Digby replied. He then leaned back on the armrest, trying to mimic Isabelle's pose, and spread his own legs out. He subtly shifted his hips up, trying to get his erection to stand up as tall and proud as it could.

"Heh heh..." Isabelle chuckled as she reached for her phone, "Nice."

Click.

Bubbly feelings of nervous excitement coursed through Digby's whole body as Isabelle took the photo, and they only got more intense when she turned her phone around to let him see the shot she had taken. His face wasn't even visible in the photo, only his fuzzy chest and the focal point of the image; what was between his legs.

"Aaaand, saved," Isabelle quipped.

Digby sat up straight again, while Isabelle put her phone away and then went right back to looking at him with occasional glances downwards. Digby could feel himself lightly throb every time her eyes dipped south.

After a moment, he couldn't help but snicker. "Izzy..." He hiccupped. "What the hell are we doin'?"

"Not much," she replied nonchalantly, "We're playin' the Dares Game. And we're tryin' to dare the other to do something they won't do so one of us can win."

"Oh yeah. Obviously..."

"And it's your turn..." She crossed her arms, sadly blocking the view of her breasts for the moment, and said, "Gimme your worst."

"My worst, huh?" Digby repeated, and then held a paw to his chin in thought. He briefly looked at where the dares had taken them thus far; namely, his penis and her vagina. Where to go from here? If the two of them were willing to be naked, and aroused, in front of one another, then what kinds of things wouldn't they be willing to do?

Isabelle yawned theatrically and said, "Hurry up, Digs."

Digby gave her an unamused look, and then glanced down at himself again. His gaze lingered on his manhood, still somehow fully erect, for a few moments. "Okay..." he said slowly.

"Well?" Isabelle said, giving him a smirk. She had her usual confident expression. It was clear, even through all of this, she still fully believed she was going to win.

"I dare you to touch it."

Her expression faltered slightly and her eyes widened. "...Pardon?"

Digby snickered. "I said, 'I dare you to touch it.' Pretty sure I don't have to explain what 'it' is, right?"

Predictably, Isabelle's gaze immediately went for the object in question between his legs. She stared silently for a good ten seconds, and then simply glanced back up. "...Really, huh?"

"Really," Digby affirmed, "Do it, or bow down to the king of the Dares Game."

Isabelle stole one more look between his legs, and then averted her gaze to the side. "Gosh..." she said, "Not even gonna bother lying, here. That's a _good_one. That definitely has the potential to be game-winning material right there."

Digby's grin widened. "So I win??"

"I said 'potential'..."

His grin faltered, but his ears perked up. "C-come again?"

"I'm thinking, okay?"

The gears in his head stalled for a moment, then Digby felt his heartrate double. "Y-you're...thinking about-?"

"I just have to touch it?" she asked, finally returning her gaze to him.

"Uh..." Digby mumbled, "Y-yeah...Just, uh...g-grasp it."

Isabelle glanced down at his rod once again. Digby wasn't sure, but he could've sworn he saw the corners of Isabelle's mouth turn upwards just slightly.

Digby's heart then skipped a beat as Isabelle started to lean forward. She didn't even say anything, no agreement or affirmation to the dare, she just leaned in wordlessly. Slowly, deliberately, she lifted up one of her paws.

He hadn't expected her to do it. He hadn't planned for a scenario in which she would do it. Never had he envisioned she would do it because it would just be way too uncomfortable and repulsive for the both of them. Now that it was happening, though, Digby realized he didn't feel uncomfortable or repulsed at all. His heart was beating fast and his breath caught in his throat. A familiar sense of excitement started bubbling up within him, something he had felt before exactly three times previously in his life.

Isabelle had been moving her paw forwards, drawing it closer and closer to his stiffness. When it was just an inch away, she hesitated. Digby glanced up at her in concern. She wasn't looking at him, still keeping her focus on his crotch, but Digby was surprised to see a small, slightly nervous smile on her muzzle. She was now blushing just as much as he had been throughout the whole evening. A glance to the side confirmed something else; her tail was still wagging.

Then she grabbed onto him.

Digby gasped loudly and sucked in a breath through his teeth. He hadn't been looking when she'd done it; it had taken him by surprise. His heart leapt into his throat and he was frozen in place for a moment, completely overwhelmed. He wasn't looking down, but he didn't need to see in order to know what was happening. There was definitely a paw, a nice warm soft paw, wrapped around his dick. And it wasn't his.

"O-o-oh my gosh..." he eventually managed to squeak out, "Y-you actually..."

"Mmmmhm..."

Digby swallowed the lump in his throat and forced himself to finally look down. He caught sight of his own erection, his striking red rocket still standing proud. And he saw the golden-furred paw that was gripping it. His sister's paw.

".....Whoa..." was all he could say.

"Yeah," Isabelle concurred.

Digby closed his eyes for a moment and panted softly. There were so many thoughts running through his head. He tried to make sense of them, to organize them somehow, but in the end he knew he couldn't deny the strongest thought of them all. This felt nice. It felt very nice. Digby knew, he was overtly aware, that it was Isabelle who was touching him. It was his own sibling, his twin sister, grabbing his penis.

But just the touch of her paw felt amazing. Isabelle, despite being the workaholic that she was, always put a lot of effort into keeping her fur clean and healthy. She had very smooth, silky fur that felt soft to the touch, and Digby always silently appreciated it when she would give him a hug. He could feel a bit of that soft, wonderful fur against his most sensitive area. Her paw as a whole, even her pawpads, felt so nice and pleasant.

"Gosh, you're throbbing a lot..." Isabelle commented.

"Ahn..." Digby murmured, "It...throbs when the knot's out."

Isabelle then shifted her position slightly, but in doing so she caused her paw to move a little bit up the length of Digby's cock. He couldn't keep himself from letting out a sudden "Ah!" and his hips bucked up a tiny bit.

"Heh heh..." Isabelle chuckled.

Digby finally opened his eyes and looked over at Isabelle, who was now meeting his gaze.

"You...like that?" she asked, "Am I making you feel good?"

"Heh... Don't flatter yourself. Anyone's paws would feel good doin' that." He grinned cheekily, unable to keep a bit of sibling banter out of anything, even a situation like this.

"I'm...always surprised by how warm they are," Isabelle commented.

"Yeah...Pretty warm..."

Isabelle held her paw there for a few more seconds, and then finally pulled it back. Digby was just barely able to stop a whine of disappointment from escaping his muzzle. Then, Isabelle gave him a look and said, "Okay, my turn."

"Huh?"

"Dare you to touch my boobs."

Digby's ears perked up and his face briefly turned into a tomato. "Wha...? R-really?" He looked at Isabelle, who simply nodded, and then glanced down. He locked his sights onto Isabelle's breasts, the 'naughty parts' that had been around for the longest this night. And because of that, Digby no longer felt that fear, that uncomfortableness, that he was doing something he shouldn't be doing by staring at them. Now that Isabelle had given him this dare, his tail wagged as he realized a desire that had been buried under those nervous feelings this whole time.

"Heh heh...Okay, then..." Digby said, and then sat up straighter.

Isabelle laughed and straightened herself up as well, slightly thrusting her chest forward as she did. "Bro, if you weren't so drunk right now, there's no way you'd be doin' this."

"Prob'ly," Digby said with a shrug.

"You were so nervous about takin' your shirt off earlier, that I thought you'd be-Whoa!"

Digby hadn't even waited for her to finish talking. Before even he himself knew what he was doing, he had brought up both of his paws and reached forward. He pressed them both against Isabelle's bare chest and gently but firmly grasped onto both of her breasts.

The two siblings stared at each other in silence for a moment, and then Isabelle glanced down. She had an expression on her face like she had just noticed an interesting bug that had landed on her shirt. She blinked a few times and then said, "Well, hello there."

"Heh..." Digby murmured. He was looking at his paws, seeing where they were and what they were doing. He had been with women before, but he had never been with one who had his favourite cup size. This was the first time in his life he was getting to touch breasts that were just his type.

"Enjoyin' yourself, Gropey McGee?" Isabelle asked glibly.

"Yeaaahh..."

Isabelle huffed softly. "I dunno what you're on about, since there's barely anything for you to even grab down-"

"I really like your boobs, Izzy."

Digby's sudden comment made her stiffen slightly, and after a pause she said, "You...do?"

"I really do," he said drunkenly, "They're perfect."

An even longer moment of silence passed between them, but eventually Isabelle relaxed her tensed muscles. "You, uh..." she spoke quietly, "You can squeeze harder than that if y'want...They're not balloons."

Digby didn't hesitate to accept her invitation and squeezed down with his paws. He smiled to himself as he felt his digits dig into them, the way they molded to his grasp. He cupped them gently and squeezed repeatedly, taking in every detail of their shape, their form, their feel.

"Gosh..." Isabelle whispered, "You really do like them, don't you?"

"I love'em when they're like this."

"Really, now?"

Digby paused, stopping his squeezing. "...Is that weird? Sorry..."

Isabelle shook her head and said, "No, it's cool. It's a compliment. I'm just surprised."

"...Thank you for letting me touch your boobs, Izzy."

This remark caused Isabelle to snort with laughter. "You're welcome, dummy," she replied.

"Mmmnnnnn..." Digby closed his eyes and groaned softly. He gave her breasts a few more squeezes.

"None of my boyfriends...ever paid this much attention to my boobs..." Isabelle commented, mostly to herself.

"I..." Digby murmured softly, "I dare... I d-dare you to...touch my dick again...and my balls too this time."

Isabelle paused for what felt like an eternity to Digby, but then she simply said, "A'right. Lean back."

Digby practically yipped in excitement. He forced himself, with a twinge of regret, to let go of Isabelle's breasts. Then he leaned back into the position he'd been in before. His cock had been throbbing nonstop while he'd been fondling her breasts, and he was even more eager than before to spread his legs and reveal it.

This time, Isabelle scooched closer to him on the couch, probably so she wouldn't have to lean in as much. "Easy dare," she commented, and then instantly reached down and grasped his cock. Digby gasped and twitched slightly at her sudden touch. She then reached her other paw down and cupped it under his balls. Digby shivered as she gently gripped and fondled the pair of fuzzy brown orbs.

"Nice balls, bro," Isabelle said cheekily.

"Mmmmff..."

She rolled her eyes with a playful smile. "Horn dog..."

Digby ignored her remark and sighed happily. There was simply no way he could lie; he was in heaven. While Isabelle still wasn't doing anything with the paw on his dick besides gripping it, she was using her other paw to grope and stimulate his balls. Maybe that was in response to him squeezing her breasts. He wondered what he would have to do to make her start moving the paw on his dick.

"...Fuck..." he panted softly.

"Holy shit, you swore," Isabelle said, "You never swear, not even when you're drunk."

"It just feels good..."

"Boy, you really are pent up, aren'tcha?" Isabelle gave him a smirk with a raised eyebrow.

"Uhh....I dunno. Maybe?"

"You oughta 'take care of yourself' more, if y'know what I mean. It's a great stress reliever after a long, long day at work. Trust me, I know."

Digby didn't respond, but his cheeks started to grow redder as images of what Isabelle had implied rushed through his mind.

"I guess it _is_just a bit more interesting like this than by yourself, hm?" Isabelle murmured quietly. She glanced down at his hardness, still gripped in her paw, and a rosy tint adorned her cheeks as well. She looked back up at Digby and said, "Dare you to touch my pussy while I do this."

At first Digby didn't reply, as he was briefly lost in la-la land. But then his ears perked up and his eyes shot open wide. He sat up straight like there was a spring behind his back and looked at her in surprise. "Really??" he exclaimed, and then cringed at the sound of his own eagerness.

Isabelle laughed softly at his antics. She then gestured with a tilt of her head and said, "Sit closer so you can reach."

Digby nodded and shifted slightly on the couch, with Isabelle dutifully keeping her paws in place the whole time. Once he was close enough, he held out one of his own paws. He looked up at Isabelle for confirmation, and she nodded at him. Digby then glanced back down, took in a shuddering breath, and reached downward.

His paw pressed against her vulva and he yanked it back as if he'd burned it. He shivered slightly and then reached down again, this time keeping his paw pressed against that spot between her legs. He held it there for a moment, able to feel the softness of her tender spot and the subtle dip in the middle that was her slit. It was very, very warm to the touch.

"Oh my gosh... Oh my gosh..." Digby babbled.

"Easy, bucko," Isabelle said with a short laugh, "I thought you said you _weren't_a virgin."

Digby couldn't keep the dumb, bubbly smile off of his muzzle. There was a whole swarm of butterflies in his stomach. He pressed the pads of his paw in just slightly, trying to get a better feel. Isabelle grunted softly, but not from discomfort.

"Nice...Nice pussy, sis," he said, echoing her words from earlier.

"Heh...Isn't it weird that we still call it 'pussy' even though we're dogs?"

For a moment, Digby just continued to stare. He stared at his own paw, reaching down between Isabelle's hind legs and pressed right up against her most personal, private spot. A spot that he absolutely, in no way, was ever meant to touch. This was a spot solely reserved for Isabelle herself, her doctors, and her lovers. Yet here he was, touching his sister's pussy.

Eventually, Digby couldn't help but laugh. "Izzy..." he said mirthfully, "What the _hell_are we doing?"

She shrugged and replied, just the same as before, "I dunno...Playing the Dares Game, right?"

"Oh right..."

"Tryin' to come up with something so craaaaazy that the other would never do it. That's all."

"Right..." Digby gulped and suppressed another shiver. "Dare you to start movin' that other paw."

There was a moment, then Isabelle snickered. "Did you just dare me to jerk you off?"

"Maybe. I know you totally won't do it."

Isabelle promptly shifted her paw up the full length of his erection, causing him to gasp and tremble. She held her paw gripped around the very tip of his cock before moving back down again. She didn't stop there, and proceeded to glide her paw up and down repeatedly along his length. "Won't I?" she asked smugly.

"Ohhhh..." Digby moaned softly, "Oh gosh..." He quivered like a leaf as electric sensations of pure pleasurable satisfaction radiated through his whole body. Not only was Isabelle actually stimulating his cock now, but she hadn't stopped massaging his balls with her other paw.

Isabelle then sped up a little, drawing out another moan from a very flustered Digby. He let his tongue hang out slightly and panted heavy breaths, drunkenly smiling the whole time. Eventually his gaze met Isabelle's again, and she was giving him an amused look. She was probably about to give him her next dare, and Digby could only silently hope it would be what he thought it would be.

"Dare you to finger me."

Fireworks erupted in his brain, and he didn't even hesitate to press his middle digit right down against her slit. His digit spread her folds open and sunk right inside without any trouble, and was soon enveloped in a warm, snug grip. Isabelle let out a short, involuntary gasp once he did.

Digby only hesitated for a couple seconds before he started moving his digit in and out of her. He glanced down and caught sight of his paw, resting on Isabelle's pussy and gently but steadily working it. The simple act of feeling Isabelle from the inside, even if it was only with a single digit, drove him wild. So warm and velvety soft, and things were already starting to get wet down there.

"F...Fuck..." Isabelle whispered.

"This is...so crazy," Digby murmured.

The two siblings continued to masturbate each other for a couple of minutes, during which all that could be heard was their heavy breaths. Digby eventually started pushing in deeper, and Isabelle sped up a little bit. Digby was on cloud nine the whole time. His cock had been throbbing and begging for attention for quite a while at this point. Now that someone was finally touching it, he felt a sense of satisfaction like no other.

Something clicked in his brain. Oh right...We're supposed to be playing a game.

Digby glanced over at Isabelle and shook some of the clouds out of his brain. This wasn't the time to act like a horny teenager; he had a game to win. Isabelle, meanwhile, wasn't looking at him. She seemed to have her attention focused solely on his dick and balls, and she hadn't once slowed down with her paws. "...Hey."

"Hm?" she said, glancing up at him.

"Dare you to use your mouth."

She froze, and her paws stopped moving finally. Digby cheekily stopped fingering her in response. "...My mouth?"

"You know what I mean. Heh heh..."

Isabelle then proceeded to look back down at his junk, still cradled in her paws. Her expression didn't change, but Digby noticed a little blush appear on her cheeks and slowly grow redder. She glanced up at him again, and then back down. A few more moments of hesitation passed by, and then Isabelle finally took action by removing her paws from his genitals.

Digby knew this could mean one of two things. Either she was forfeiting the game, and thus no longer had to complete any dares imposed on her. Or...

"All right, you li'l perv," she said with a playful grin, and then began to shift on the couch into a position where she was laying on her stomach.

Digby's heart leapt into his throat. Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit...

"Not like I've never done this before, heh heh..." Isabelle commented as she settled into a comfortable position. "Kinda curious what a dog one tastes like anyway."

At first, Digby could only stare down at her in excited disbelief. He subconsciously spread his legs open, allowing full access to his throbbing length. Isabelle's paw work had started to draw out a few dribbles of pre, and one droplet was slowly sliding down his length.

Isabelle finally settled herself, now with her head right between his legs. Digby could feel her warm breath on his balls and he let out a shuddering breath of his own. He'd been in this position before, with someone between his legs like this. The fact that it was Isabelle's head, though, made the whole experience feel brand new.

Her gaze locked onto his cock, and she seemed to notice the droplet of pre that was sliding down. Without wasting any time Isabelle opened her mouth, leaned in, and pressed her tongue right on top of the droplet, stopping it before it could reach his knot.

Digby jerked as if her tongue had delivered an electric shock, and it very well may have given how electrifying it felt. He moaned softly as Isabelle drew her tongue up the full length of his cock's sensitive underside, ending off right before the tip.

"Mm..." she commented, "Not bad."

"Oh my gosh..." Digby muttered, "You...You just..."

Isabelle giggled quietly and then leaned right back in to give his cock a few more slow, long licks. Digby practically turned to jelly. Her tongue felt so nice. Every lick sent jolts up his spine. The sight of Isabelle between his legs, treating his dick like a popsicle, only added to the experience. Soon, she gave him one last lick and kept her tongue pressed right up against the tip for a moment. She then opened her mouth wider and slowly, tantalizingly, took the tip of his cock into her warm muzzle.

"Ohh..." Digby groaned, "Oh my god, Izzy."

She looked up at him and smiled, giggling again. The vibrations of her laughter made him twitch in pleasure.

"Hah...How drunk are you?" he asked in disbelief, unable to keep a smile of his own from gracing his muzzle.

She popped her muzzle off of him just long enough to say, "Drunk enough to have some fun." She winked and then immediately sunk her muzzle back down onto him. She took his length deeper into the warm confines of her maw, and Digby felt her run her tongue along the length of his cock's underside.

Digby leaned back against the couch and let out a long sigh of pure satisfaction. Isabelle's muzzle felt wonderful. It had been a long time since he had received a blowjob, but even so he could tell this was one of the best he'd ever gotten. Apparently Isabelle was skilled at sucking cock, though he would never dream of saying that to her face.

"Ghk!" he exclaimed as two things happened simultaneously. Isabelle took him even deeper into her muzzle, making it feel like he was poking at the top of her throat, and she snuck one of her paws down to give his balls a squeeze.

Isabelle was bobbing her head now, sliding his length in and out of her muzzle with what felt like practiced ease. She never once gagged or complained. She wasn't really _deepthroating_him or anything like that, but Digby was still impressed with her skills. He reached one of his paws down and rested it on Isabelle's head, right next to her bell. Said bell was chiming away as she moved her head so quickly, creating a nice musical accompaniment to what was happening.

"Mnnnghhh..." Digby moaned as a silly drunken smile appeared on his face, "That feels really, really good..."

When he glanced down again, Digby saw Isabelle looking up at him with her deep brown eyes. He was struck for a moment by just how cute she looked, even with his cock jammed in her muzzle. Digby had always thought Isabelle was cute, and had told her so many times before. Even so, he felt his heartbeat pick up and his cheeks heat up. He had to admit; his sister looked so adorable between his legs like that.

Something else he would never dream of saying to her face.

Finally, after a few minutes of nonstop oral action that Digby thoroughly enjoyed every second of, Isabelle pulled herself off of his cock completely. It slipped from her mouth with an audible 'pop' and she took a few seconds to catch her breath. An unbroken strand of saliva remained connected to her mouth and his tip. "Hah..." she panted, "Sorry. I tried to, uh...'Kiss your knot'. I think that's how you say it. But you're too big."

"That wasn't part of the dare," Digby replied, "And I'm not that big..."

"Eh," Isabelle said with a shrug, "Felt like trying."

Digby then fidgeted slightly. "So...uh..." he murmured, and then hesitated before saying, "Can you, uh...finish?"

Isabelle proceeded to give him her most evil smirk of the whole night. "Nope," she said smugly, "It's your turn, bub. Dare you to use your mouth on me."

At first, Digby's ears drooped and he frowned. He nearly let out a whiny "Awww..." to voice his dismay that Isabelle wasn't going to finish him off. A few seconds later, though, the second half of her statement hit him like a truck. His ears perked right back up and he jolted upright. "W-wait, did you say...? You want me to...?"

Isabelle didn't verbally reply, and instead shifted herself back into a seated position. She was turned on the couch so she was facing him. She gave him an expectant smirk and leaned back on her hands, and then proceeded to spread open her legs to reveal her pussy to him.

Digby stared like it was the first time he was seeing it. His dick throbbed and his tail started to wag again. "Oh gosh..." he murmured, and subtly licked his chops eagerly. He could see a bit of dampness on the fur surrounding her pussy, which he almost didn't notice because of the much stronger smell that was overwhelming his senses. A sweet, flowery smell that made him feel giddy.

"Have you done this before?" Isabelle asked.

"Uh...Once or twice," he replied. He then gulped and said, "I dunno if I'm any good at it or not, though."

"Just get to it. I'm so drunk and horny that I'll probably enjoy it even if you're awful."

He leveled a glare at her and said, "Gee, thanks." He couldn't keep it up for long, though, as an excited smile soon forced its way back onto his face. Digby was unable to wait any longer and practically threw himself down between her legs. Now positioned in a mirror image of where Isabelle had been before, Digby was treated to a much, much closer look at Isabelle's pussy.

Liquid arousal was dripping from her tender opening, and her little clit was much more prominent than before. It was clear to see that Isabelle was turned on. Digby just marveled at the sight for a moment, taking in a few deep breaths through his nose. Heavens, he enjoyed her scent so much. 'Fuck...' he thought to himself, 'Why does my sister's pussy turn me on so much?'

Digby then reached out with both paws and placed them on Isabelle's thighs. He felt her shiver slightly from his touch, and then he reached out with his digits towards the much more sensitive area between. He slowly, tantalizingly, used his digits to spread her lips and open her up. Digby grinned eagerly as the enticing sight of tight, damp pink flesh was revealed within.

Isabelle started snickering. "Digs, your tongue's hanging out. Jeez, are you, like, obsessed with pussy or something?"

"No," Digby said, shaking his head, "This is just...so hot for some reason..."

"Heh...Yeah, it kind of is..." She subtly shifted her hips forwards a bit and said, "Now hurry up or I'll pee on you."

Digby didn't need to be told twice. He promptly leaned in and opened his muzzle, sticking his tongue out. He pressed it right between Isabelle's slit, down at the bottom, and then slowly dragged it upwards across the entire length. He groaned softly halfway through the lick once he got a taste of her juices. That one taste was the only push he needed to press his tongue in deeper, slipping it past her pussy's lips and into the forbidden pink treasure within. He sunk his tongue in as deep as he could, ending up with his muzzle scrunched right up against her.

"Ho...Holy shit, Digs..." Isabelle half murmured, half moaned.

Digby swirled his tongue around, exploring as much as he could possibly reach. Her juices collected on his tongue, delighting his taste buds with their sharp, sweet flavour. He kept his paws on her thighs, spreading them apart and using his digits to stretch her opening so he could get his tongue in as deep as possible. The more he licked, the more she started to leak. Soon enough, his muzzle and lips were soaking wet.

"Mmmmm..." Isabelle sighed happily, "That's the good stuff..."

A couple minutes passed as Digby continued to probe her depths with his tongue. When he finally felt like he had covered every square inch that he could reach, he pulled back and slipped his tongue back into his mouth. His tongue brought along all of Isabelle's juices that had accumulated there, and he spent a moment enjoying the rich flavour before swallowing it all in a single gulp.

He then dove right back in, but this time focused on giving her slit plenty of teasing licks. He felt her shiver every time he dragged his tongue up the full length, and he always stayed to play with her clit for a few seconds each time. Eventually he gave one more long, slow lick up her pussy and then stayed on her clitoris. He stimulated it with his playful tongue and closed his lips around to suckle on it a little bit as well, drawing out moans from Isabelle.

He was mildly startled when Isabelle suddenly placed her paw firmly on the back of his head, holding him in place. Digby couldn't complain much, though, and went back to plunging his tongue deep inside of his sister's pussy.

"Ngghhh..." Isabelle moaned softly, "Ooooooohh..."

Digby's tail wagged excitedly upon heading his sister's pleasured sounds. He really wanted to make her climax so he could get a big splash of her wonderful flavour right down his muzzle, but he doubted he had the oral skills to do that. Still, though, he enjoyed every delicious drop he could get from her. Digby felt like he could honestly stay like this for hours, just licking her and tasting her non-stop.

The only downside was the throbbing between his own legs. It was getting needier and needier with every passing second, and by now Digby's cock was throbbing like crazy and dribbling onto the cushions below. He wanted to jerk off so badly, but he also wanted to keep both his paws where they were so he could spread her open. His resolve was waning, however.

Eventually, he just couldn't take it anymore. He pulled back from her pussy, fighting against the paw on his head, revealing his utterly soaked muzzle. "Hah...Izzy..." he said while panting.

"Huh...?" she replied, her voice sounding like she was lost in a dream.

"My turn..."

This brought her back to reality somewhat. "What?"

"I dare you to sixty-nine me, Izzy."

There was a moment's pause before she replied. "Oh!" she blurted out, sounding intrigued and maybe even a little excited, "Okay, sure."

Digby let out a sigh of relief. "Ah...Thank you..."

"I get to be on top, though."

"Fine, whatever."

Isabelle removed her paw and allowed Digby to stand up, which he did. He started licking his chops and getting as much of Isabelle's delicious juices into his mouth as he could. God, it tasted so good. Isabelle then stood up as well, swaying dangerously but managing to keep herself from falling over. She gave him an impatient look and he got the memo. Digby quickly laid down flat on the couch, with his head resting just below the armrest. His cock was now almost vertically standing up, like a proud flagpole.

His sister then started to awkwardly clamber across the couch and situate herself on top of him. He earned a painful knee in the shoulder at one point, but soon enough Isabelle was positioned over him in the classic sixty-nine position, with her head at his crotch and vice versa. Digby stared up and saw her needy pussy hovering right above him. A drop of arousal leaked out and splatted right onto his nose.

"Y'ready?" Isabelle asked.

Digby didn't answer and instead reached up to grab onto his sister's ass and pull her hindquarters down impatiently. She yelped as she half collapsed onto his chest, and then moaned out as Digby sunk his tongue back into her depths. A few seconds later, his tonguework was rewarded when he felt his length slip back inside of Isabelle's warm muzzle.

Lewd sounds and quiet moans filled the room as the two drunk siblings satisfied one another. Digby kept his paws on Isabelle's butt and held her firmly in place. Her soaking wet pussy was resting on his face, giving his mouth and tongue perfect access to keep exploring her insides. He eagerly gulped down any of her juices that leaked out of her, right into his waiting muzzle.

Meanwhile, Isabelle resumed her earlier blowjob from this new position. She didn't waste much time and was already bobbing her head along his length at a quick pace. She also reached down with both of her paws to grab Digby's sensitive sack below.

Digby could hardly think. His eyes glazed over, and all he could think about were the wild acts he was engaged in. He worked his tongue, reveling in the wonderful taste and the feeling of Isabelle's pussy resting atop his face. He moaned as he felt his throbbing hardness sink into Isabelle's cozy maw, shivering as it glided against her tongue.

Time became a nebulous concept. As far as Digby knew, he could have been in this sixty-nine for one minute or a hundred. The only thing he knew for sure was how amazing everything felt, and how much he didn't want it to end.

Isabelle started making some higher pitched moans. Digby didn't pay it much mind at first and just kept up attacking her pussy with his tongue, but he took notice when he felt Isabelle's legs tense up. He was totally confused until Isabelle suddenly pulled her muzzle off of his cock and let out a loud cry. A second later, Digby was treated to a torrent of sweet, delicious nectar flowing out of Isabelle's pussy right into his mouth. He gulped it all down eagerly, and it took his inebriated brain a few seconds to realize that Isabelle had just had an orgasm.

"Holy shit..." Isabelle groaned.

Digby didn't pull his muzzle away until he was sure Isabelle's pussy was tapped out. When he did, he could feel that all of the fur on his entire muzzle was soaked and dripping. "Izzy...?" he murmured.

"Mmmmf...." Isabelle panted, "Felt gooood..."

"Did I...make you cum?"

"Yeah...Just a li'l bit," she replied with a snicker.

Digby felt his cock throb, now untouched and desperate for attention. "Um..." he muttered after a few seconds, "Are you...done?"

"Fuck_no!" Isabelle exclaimed, "I want _more!"

Digby gasped out loud when Isabelle suddenly grasped his cock with her soft paw and gave it a few rapid strokes. Then there was a flurry of movement as Isabelle quickly and clumsily climbed off of him. When his view was clear, Digby lifted his head and looked over at Isabelle. She was now on the other end of the couch, reclining against the armrest with her legs spread wide open and giving him what could only be described as a 'hungry look'.

She panted heavily for a moment before she spoke. "Digs... Dare ya to stick it in..."

A second passed, and then Digby bolted right up into a sitting position in the blink of an eye. "Stick it...i-in...you?" he asked in barely-contained excitement.

"No, stick it in the couch cushions. Yes, in me, you dummy!"

Digby bit his lip, trying hard to keep himself from just outright panting in eagerness. His body reacted before his brain could, and before he knew it he was crawling across the couch towards her. "Heh...Dare accepted."

"Aw, damn," Isabelle said in utterly unconvincing disappointment, "And I was _sure_I'd win with that one."

"Heh heh...Too bad, then. I told ya. I'm not losing."

Digby crawled right up to her, and she spread her legs wider. He first glanced down, his heart hammering and his cheeks heating up when he saw Isabelle's soaked pussy. Then he looked up at her and saw her playful smirk. Her cheeks were on fire as well, burning a brilliant shade of red, but she was still acting like the Isabelle he had always known. "Hurry up or you're disqualified," she said teasingly.

"Oh dear. I don't want that, now do I?" Digby replied. He could feel a thousand butterflies in his stomach. It felt almost exactly the same as he had felt right before losing his virginity. He then crawled up on top of her, careful with his paws so he wouldn't cause her any discomfort, until he had his forepaws placed firmly on the cushioned armrest and on either side of her head. He looked down at her, and she looked up at him expectantly. He was sure he could catch a twinkle of excitement in her eyes.

Digby lowered himself down. Her breasts brushed against his bare chest and he shivered softly, then his whole body quivered once he felt his cock lightly press against the fur on her belly. He could feel a small spot of wetness at the base of his cock. Even without seeing, he knew that Isabelle's pussy was right below his length, just a hair's breadth away.

He was now at eye-level with Isabelle, and the both of them were breathing heavily. For some reason, he found he couldn't look away from her. He kept his eyes locked with hers while he reached down with his paw and grasped his cock. He then guided it downwards, shivering as the sensitive tip brushed against the fur of her lower abdomen. Seconds later, they both gasped when he finally managed to get it lined up.

"Whoa..." Isabelle murmured.

"Oh gosh..."

He could feel it. He could feel her. His tip was pointed right at her entrance. Her lower lips were parted just slightly, ready to allow him entrance the moment he started to push forwards. He stared at Isabelle, and she stared right back at him. The butterflies in his stomach were flitting about even more now. This was really about to happen. He couldn't believe it.

"Heh..." Isabelle chuckled softly, "...Well?"

"You...You ready?" he asked her.

"Oh, I'm _more_than ready." She smirked again. "More like, I'm impatient."

Digby laughed and shook his head. "I've half a mind to tease you and make you squirm for like half an hour. But, you dared me, so here we go...!"

Time seemed to slow down, and that glorious few seconds of Digby pressing his hips forward felt like an eternity that he never wanted to end. Inch by inch, his rock-hard cock disappeared into Isabelle's waiting pussy. He let out the most euphoric sigh of his life when he felt her warm, snug, soaking wet walls around his sensitive cock. He stopped just half an inch before his knot, and shivered on the spot.

Digby then glanced down. Even though he was looking right at it, the sight was still hard to believe. His own striking red member, buried deep into his sister's most intimate spot. And oh heavens, did she feel good on the inside. It was a little difficult to think back and compare, especially since he was drunk, but this pussy felt way, way better than any he'd been in before.

"Ooooooh fuck..." Isabelle murmured.

He finally glanced up and met her gaze once again. She had been wearing a smarmy smirk on her face almost the whole time they had been playing this game. At the moment, though, it was gone. Replaced by a half-lidded, rosy-cheeked hazy look and accompanied by a demure little smile. They were both breathing heavily, their breaths alone heating up the immediate area. "...Izzy..." Digby panted.

"Digs..." she replied just as breathlessly, "Goddamn...

"What?" he asked, afraid something was wrong.

"You...feel...fan-friggin'-tastic!" She devolved into a punch-drunk smile for a moment. "Oh my god, canine cock feels great in there."

Digby paused for a moment before chuckling. "I mean, I guess it would make sense for canine parts to fit well together?"

"Yeah, but I have a canine dildo, Digs. It's more than that. You feel so friggin' good in there!"

Blushing heavily, Digby briefly glanced down between their legs again. "Y-yeah...?"

"Ohhh yeah..."

"Heh...Uh...You feel super good on the inside, Izzy."

"Oh c'mon, men say that about any pussy."

Digby shook his head and looked up at her again. "No, no, I see where you're coming from. It feels more than just good. It feels way more than good. This is fantastic!"

Isabelle leaned her head back and moaned happily. "Ohhh my god, this is the best dare I've ever come up with."

"Mmmhm..." Digby sighed. He wanted so badly to push that last half-inch inside, and maybe even what lay beyond that. Instead, he just looked down for the third time at what was going on at their waists. His cock was still snugly docked in place, wrapped in the warm embrace of her pussy. He got a thrill just from seeing it, and a warm feeling spread over his whole body. His mind felt hazy. All he could focus on was how wonderful it felt to be in Isabelle's pussy right now.

He looked up at her, suddenly feeling breathless. She met his gaze and the two held eye contact with each other. For a moment, Digby forgot about everything else going on and just focused on the fact that he was here with Isabelle, smiling and having fun right alongside his best friend in the whole world. Even if none of this had happened, tonight still would have been a wonderful night.

"Hey Izzy?"

"Yeah?"

Digby glanced away for a moment, feeling those wild butterflies in his stomach again, but then turned back to her and whispered to her. "...Dare you to kiss me."

She blinked and was silent for a moment. "Huh?"

"A-and I mean..._really_kiss me."

At first it looked like Isabelle was about to ask 'Why?' or make fun of him. But her little confused frown faded away, leaving only her madly blushing cheeks. She gave him a drunken smile, and then without warning she reached her paw behind Digby's head and suddenly pulled him in close.

She met his muzzle halfway and locked lips with him, startling Digby enough to make him yip. Fireworks erupted in his head as he realized that Isabelle actually _was_kissing him, and then he started to melt when he felt her tongue push its way inside of his mouth. Their tongues met. Digby moaned softly and pushed back against the intruding organ playfully

It was one of the most wonderful kisses Digby had ever experienced. He closed his eyes and just focused on the experience of the deep, sensual kiss. He allowed Isabelle to explore his mouth with her inquisitive tongue, and then she graciously allowed him to return the favor by letting his tongue into her muzzle. Even though she tasted like whiskey, and he probably tasted the same to her, he loved every moment of the experience.

They kept at it until they both ran out of breath and both siblings broke from the kiss with a loud gasp of air. Then, without either of them saying anything, they simultaneously dove back in for a second kiss. They indulged themselves even more, the kiss much deeper and more passionate this time. Isabelle reached up with her other paw to hug Digby's back and pull him in closer to her, while Digby allowed one of his own paws to venture south and grasp onto one of her breasts.

When they finally broke from this kiss, they were both panting and completely out of breath. A strand of saliva remained between their muzzles. Digby could only look down at Isabelle while he caught his breath. He felt the warm air from her heavy breathing. She was staring up at him as well, a sort of star struck look in her eyes.

"...Whoa..." Digby finally managed to say through his panting.

Isabelle didn't reply at first and just continued panting while staring up at him. When she finally spoke, it was in a breathless whisper. A devious little smirk slowly took form on her muzzle.

"Digs..."

Hearing her tone of voice made his heart hammer in his chest like wild. "Y-yeah?"

"Dare ya to _fuck_me."

A moment of stunned silence passed, and then Digby started grinning like an idiot. He tried his best to keep his exuberance from bursting out, but he couldn't control his rapidly wagging tail. Her words repeated in his head over and over again. They reverberated like in an echo chamber. She wanted this. She asked for it. And who was he to deny such a request?

Digby swallowed the lump in his throat and simply said, "O-okay!"

Isabelle's face brightened up, and she then glanced down. Digby could no longer see very well from this position, but he knew what she was looking at. They were already a step ahead, after all. His cock was already buried deep inside of her pussy. All he had to do was to start moving.

To start _fucking_her.

Digby pulled his hips back, drawing his length back out of the warm embrace of Isabelle's insides. The relatively colder air outside made him quiver, and he was filled with such a strong desire to get his cock back inside as quickly as possible. He kept going until only the very tip remained inside and then paused. He looked down at Isabelle, just to make absolutely sure, and she just looked up at him expectantly.

He shifted his hips forward, sinking his full length back into her in one fell swoop. They both cried out in passion almost at the exact same time. "Oh fuck..." Isabelle murmured.

Digby couldn't have waited even if he wanted to. His hips were already pulling back on their own. He repeated his earlier actions, though quicker this time. He sunk himself deep into her again, moaning happily. It didn't take him long to start getting into a simple rhythm, and soon he was thrusting in and out of her at a steady pace.

"Oh muh gawd..." Isabelle moaned. She had a silly smile on her muzzle with her tongue hanging out a bit, and she looked up at Digby with an unfocused gaze. "Ohhh it's been way too long..."

Thrust after thrust into Isabelle's warm confines, and Digby loved every single second of it. He let out a quiet, delighted sound every time he sunk himself into her. He couldn't remember the last time his cock had felt this good. Waves of pure, intense pleasure radiated out from between his legs across his entire body. If he had been standing up while doing this, he would have crumpled to the ground already.

Belatedly, he registered what Isabelle had just said. "Heh...Been a while?" he asked

"Oh my god, it's been like a year and a half, Digs."

"R-really? Gosh, it hasn't even been that long for me."

Isabelle leaned her head back and let out a long, loud sigh of satisfaction. "Quit bragging and just keep doin' what you're doin'..."

"Can do!" Digby replied with a grin.

For a moment, the only sound that could be heard was the wet squelching sound every time Digby thrust himself in. He couldn't help himself and had reached down to grab one of her breasts again, though her pleasured moans told him that she didn't mind. He fondled it gently but firmly as he kept up his steady thrusting pace.

A low moan slipped out of his throat. "Ohh, this feels so good..." he mumbled.

"Soooo good..." Isabelle concurred.

Digby's brain had misted over and he had been staring off into space, lost entirely within the incredible feelings of euphoria. When he heard Isabelle's voice, though, he snapped back to reality and looked down at her. She had the cutest look on her face. Her head was leaning back, her eyes were closed, and she had the happiest little smile on her muzzle.

"Izzy..."

Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused at first. She looked up at him, still smiling as she did. "Yeah?"

"Dare you..." he panted, "D-dare you to kiss me again. But...But way deeper this time."

She stared up at him for a moment. Digby watched the subtle movements in her body that he could see every time he thrust into her. She then grinned and said, "Heh...C'mere, hot stuff."

Digby eagerly darted his head forwards and locked muzzles with her. They both moaned into the kiss and immediately found each other's tongues. Digby didn't hold anything back this time, fighting against Isabelle's tongue for dominance as best he could. She plunged her tongue right into his muzzle, and then he returned the favour by sinking his own deep into hers. If it wasn't for the long shape of their muzzles, they would have been French kissing each other by this point.

Saliva dripped from their mouths as the two siblings were essentially making out with each other at this point. Digby kept thrusting the whole way through, and kept his paw on her breast. Isabelle's own paws had reached around him and were caressing his back and the back of his head. This was like the kind of kiss that two hormonal teenagers would share; something Digby had never experienced before in his life.

They broke the kiss with a loud gasp for air from the both of them, and then went right back in for another kiss just seconds later. Three more times they broke for air and kept on making out before finally they were too out of breath to continue.

"Fuck..." Isabelle whispered breathlessly, "Dare you to go faster."

Digby didn't verbally reply, he simply complied. He steadied himself against the couch and then stated to piston his hips at a faster pace. He kept the increase of his speed gradual; at first only going a little bit faster but then ramping up the speed more and more. Isabelle's moans of pleasure grew louder at a mutual pace.

"Ohhh my fucking god..." Isabelle groaned loudly.

"Wow, Izzy. Do you always have such a sailor's mouth when you're having sex?"

"Shut up and fuck me!"

He was only too happy to oblige. Digby let his tongue hang out again as he rammed his hips against Isabelle's rapidly. The tight, warm grip of her insides felt even better with him going so quickly, and the increased volume of her voice told him that she was enjoying it a lot more as well.

It was almost too much. It was a miracle that he hadn't climaxed yet. His mind clouded over and he could almost feel a deep, primal urge bubbling up from his very depths. He growled softly as he focused on thrusting more and more, faster and faster. Focused on mating. Focused on breeding.

"D...Dare you to let me bite you..."

Isabelle's eyes snapped open and she shot him a confused look. "S'cuse me?"

"On your neck," he clarified, "Gently. Y'know...like canines do."

"On my...neck...?" Isabelle murmured. For a moment she seemed to be giving it some thought, but then her eyes rolled back a little and she let out a loud moan. "Ohhh, fuck. Whatever. Just do it. As long as you don't stop."

Digby grinned as he looked down, seeing Isabelle's unfocused, sex-addled expression. His grin morphed into more of a smirk, an almost predatory sort of look. Digby felt like he'd be drooling if he gave into this weird, primal urge any further. A moment passed, then he leaned down closer to her.

Isabelle quivered slightly as his warm breath hit her cheek. "A-ah..."

He didn't give her any more time to think. Quick as a flash, he darted his muzzle down to the right side of her neck and closed his teeth in against her skin. He didn't bite hard at all, not even hard enough to leave marks on her skin, but he still pressed his teeth down enough that Isabelle would feel them.

"Ah!" she exclaimed. Her whole body went stiff for a moment, but then she relaxed when Digby kept his promise and continued fucking her. "D...Digs..."

Digby almost didn't hear her. He had always wanted to try this, but none of his previous partners had ever let him do it. He couldn't explain why, but something about what he was doing set something off inside of him. Every thrust felt more pleasurable, every breath felt hotter and heavier, every thought felt more intense.

He fucked her like this for a couple of minutes, which quickly became some of the most intense minutes of his whole life.

"Nghh!" Isabelle moaned suddenly, "A-ah! Fuck...! F-fuck...!"

Digby released his bite just long enough to ask, "Izzy...Did you just cum?"

She laughed softly and breathlessly. "Just...j-just a li'l mini-gasm. Felt good, but I want more. I want more, Digs! This feels so fucking good!"

"Heh heh..." Digby chuckled through his bite, clenching his teeth down just a tiny bit harder.

"Ahh! Ah, Digby! Dare you to fuck me harder! Harder!!"

Digby growled softly, feeling her shiver as his warm breath hit her neck. He pulled his hips back all the way, again leaving only the very tip inside of her, and then _slammed_himself right up to the knot. Isabelle cried out loudly, which only spurred on Digby to keep doing it.

"Yes! Yes!" Isabelle exclaimed, "Harder! Faster! Fuck my brains out!"

Her words were music to Digby's ears, and he complied with each request eagerly. Still thrusting hard and deep into her, pressing his knot up against her entrance with each thrust, he picked up speed again. That primal part of his brain was really starting to take over now. He bit down a bit harder as incredible, overwhelming sensations flowed through his whole body. He could feel how hard his cock was throbbing, just begging for release.

Now that he was moving at such an intense pace, Digby's balls swung wildly as he moved his hips and they smacked against the base of Isabelle's tail every time he thrust forward. What used to be just wet squelching noises was now much louder lewd slapping sounds that anyone could identify as the sounds of sex just by hearing them. Not to mention, the extra stimulation on his balls sent even more sharp waves of pure pleasure right through his body.

Finally, he let go of Isabelle's neck and just started panting. Digby was exhausting himself but he didn't care. His hips were a blur, his arms were quivering from the strain of holding himself up, and Isabelle's body rocked back every time he sunk himself into her.

She had been moaning nonstop. It was a good thing they were in his house, because any_body near enough would be able to hear her. She was practically calling out to the heavens to let them know just how _good she felt.

Though he wanted this sensation to never end, Digby's desperation was building. He was holding out for as long as he possibly could, but he knew he wouldn't last much longer. "Iz...Izzy..." he wheezed through his heavy panting.

"Y-yeah?"

"I'm...I'm so close..."

Isabelle let out a sigh of satisfaction and said, "Yeah, me too..."

Digby grit his teeth for a moment and then said, "I dare you...to take my knot."

Her tiny gasp could barely be heard over the constant sounds of sex. "Y-your knot..." she murmured. It wasn't a question, rather just a simple observation. Digby thrust into her three times as hard as he could, grinding his knot up against her pussy each time. Isabelle then moaned loudly to the heavens again and exclaimed, "Yes! Yes, Digs! Knot me! Knot me, please! Tie me!"

That was all the confirmation he needed. On his next thrust, Digby didn't stop and kept pushing himself even further in. His knot pressed against her tight opening. He groaned and pushed against the resistance, and for a moment he worried that he would legitimately not be able to fit inside. He pulled back and thrust in again, this time feeling his knot push forward just a little bit more. He panted for a moment to regain his breath and pulled back again for one last thrust.

Digby then shoved his hips forward so hard that Isabelle was jolted back almost a foot. Digby kept up the pressure, growling softly while Isabelle moaned, and then suddenly the resistance was gone. With a sudden jolt forward, Digby's eyes shot open wide and a strained gasp forced its way out of his throat.

His knot was inside of her. He could feel her warm, snug walls hugging it on all sides.

"Oh fugg..." Isabelle murmured, "That's new...Dildo with a knot can't compare to this at all..."

Digby pulled his hips back just to confirm and felt the tight vice grip of her pussy around the large intrusion. He had definitely gotten his knot firmly lodged inside of her, and his whole cock was pulsing wildly from within Isabelle's warm confines. He took a moment to catch his breath and to just enjoy the wonderful feeling of being tied with Isabelle. The warmth, the closeness, the intimacy.

He glanced down at Isabelle. She was looking up at him with an equally breathless look on her face. She looked so adorable, even all flustered like this. She was finally wearing a blush that was as heavy as the ones he'd been wearing all night. He wanted to stay like this. He wanted to just appreciate the moment, enjoy being so close and comfortable with his best lifelong friend.

The almost painful throbbing of his cock made him reconsider, though. He thrust his hips forward suddenly, pushing his whole length deeper into her. Isabelle gasped loudly. She had a star-struck look on her face.

Digby started moving his hips again, fucking her as best he could while knotted inside of her. The sensations between his legs were off the charts. He was so deep inside of her now. He could finally say that he was hilted within her. In fact, he wondered if the tip of his member had reached her cervix. Any questions he had, though, faded away and he just focused on the pleasure of feeling his sensitive knot move around inside of her tight pussy.

"Ah!" Isabelle exclaimed, "Oh fuck...Oh fuck..."

"I-Izzy..." Digby said in a strained voice, "I...I can't...for much...longer..."

"Oh god, I feel so full already with that huge thing in me. This is so good..."

Digby panted wildly and thrust his hips even faster. He grit his teeth and summoned every last drop of self-control he had. He thrust in hard, pressing his pelvis right up against hers and making their fur brush against each other. Digby had knotted others before, but it had never fit so snugly before. Like a key inside of a keyhole; a perfect fit, like they were built to match.

"Oh fuck... Digby?"

"Muh...?" he murmured. His mind was such a mess that he almost hadn't heard her. However, her next words cut right through to his brain, and he heard them with crystal clarity. It almost felt like they reverberated in his mind, echoing constantly just to make sure he heard them.

"I dare you to cum in me!"

Like a bolt right through his head, Digby felt his mind break. His instincts took over and he thrust himself in as deep as he could. A long, loud moan of pure satisfaction rang out and then Digby finally, mercifully unloaded. His cock throbbed hard, firing huge spurts of his essence deep inside.

Digby was completely overwhelmed by the powerful orgasm. It was definitely the most intense climax he had ever felt in his whole life. He held on tight to the couch as it rocked his whole body. His wildly throbbing member filling Isabelle up with as much cum as he could possibly muster. If it weren't for his knot being locked in place, he was sure he would have made a huge mess on the couch with how much would be spilling out.

It was hard to focus on anything while he was cumming this much, but he did look down at Isabelle below him. She had a spacey, euphoric look on her face as well. He could only imagine what it felt like for her, to be knotted and filled with so much at once.

"Dare you to cum, Izzy."

She let out a sudden moan and shuddered, and then Digby moaned as well when he felt her pussy clamp down even harder on him. The already mind-blowing sensation of his powerful orgasm was enhanced even more as Isabelle experienced her own climax. Her warm pussy pulsed and clenched down on his length, massaging his cock and squeezing his knot even more. This managed to draw out even more cum from him and prolonged his orgasm by a few seconds. Digby could feel the fur on his crotch and thighs getting damp, compliments of Isabelle cumming on him. He didn't mind in the least.

Eventually they were both reduced to a panting mess. They stared at each other wordlessly. Digby could feel his vision going blurry and his head getting heavier. He pulled his hips back a bit just to see, and found that he was indeed locked into Isabelle's pussy. He wouldn't be able to pull out for quite a while.

"Fuuuuckk..." Isabelle moaned softly.

Just then, Digby lost all strength in his forearms and collapsed on top of Isabelle, who let out a grunt but otherwise didn't complain. Digby's whole body, though still feeling great from the aftermath of his climax, felt like a 50-ton weight. Not only was he incredibly drunk, but he had just gotten way more exercise than he usually got in a day. He was about ready to pass out.

"That was freakin' gooooood..." he slurred happily as he nuzzled himself on top of Isabelle and rested his head on the armrest next to hers.

Isabelle didn't reply, and Digby figured she was probably just as exhausted as he was. She did, however, bring up her arms and gently draped them across his back. She used what little strength she had to give him a hug that was really weak, but appreciated nonetheless.

Though he wanted to stay awake, though he wanted to do more fun sexy stuff, Digby had officially reached 'empty' on his tank. The next time his eyes closed, they became far too heavy to open again. In mere moments, the drunken dog was off to dream land.

...

Digby was awoken by the morning light shining through his window, conveniently hitting him directly in the face. He immediately grimaced and lazily tried to bring a hand up to block the light. Even with his eyes closed, the light was way too bright and immediately gave him a huge headache. He spent a moment just laying there groaning miserably.

When he finally managed to pry open his eyes, squinting against the offending light, he realized he had way more than just a headache. He felt completely awful from head to toe. His muscles felt weak, his stomach felt sick, and his throat was drier than a desert. He was confused and even a little concerned for a moment before he recognized what these symptoms meant. There wasn't anything wrong with him, he was just hungover.

Groaning again, Digby sat up and held a paw to his forehead. It did little to quell the throbbing pain he felt up there. Though it rarely ever happened, this wasn't the first time he had drank too much alcohol and woken up regretting it.

Digby was still squinting against the light and trying to clear the blurriness of sleep from his vision. Even with how awful he felt, he knew that something didn't quite feel right. Digby valiantly endured the pain until he was finally able to open his eyes completely and glanced around. What didn't feel right, he realized, was that he wasn't in his bed. As he took in his surroundings, he saw that he was in his living room and he was laying on his couch.

Confusion hit him, and his aching brain didn't appreciate having to deal with confusion. Early morning weariness combined with his hangover was making it difficult to remember why he was asleep in his living room instead of in his bedroom. What in the world had happened last night?

Digby furrowed his brow when he realized that something still didn't feel right. He glanced around dizzily for a moment but didn't see anything out of the ordinary besides his unusual sleeping location. It wasn't until he looked down at himself that he figured it out, and he gasped in shock.

'Why am I naked_?!_'

He scratched his head in bewilderment. Digby never slept in the nude, not even on hot nights. His fur was a total mess too. Had he spilled something on himself and then gone to sleep without cleaning it off? Even more questions filled his mind, but then he groaned loudly and clenched his head with his paw. His migraine felt like a huge bolt of metal stabbed right through his head. Definitely too much to drink last night. Definitely.

"Oh hey...You're awake."

Digby's eyes shot open wide and his ears perked up after hearing the quiet voice. Someone was here with him. Someone was here with him while he was naked. Both fear and embarrassment hit him hard at the same time, which only made his head throb even more. However, after a moment, he realized he recognized the voice.

Slowly, Digby turned his head over towards the other end of the room. Sitting at the dining table, cradling a cup of coffee and looking over at him, was Isabelle. It took a very confused Digby a moment to remember why she was there. 'Of course,' he thought, 'That's why I was drinking. It was our get-together.'

Digby blushed heavily when he reminded himself that he was sitting on the couch naked while his sister was in the room. He noticed that Isabelle was frowning a little, wearing a soft expression of concern. Her fur was a total mess. She was wearing an old t-shirt, which Digby eventually realized was one of his t-shirts. Why was she wearing his clothes?

That was the final puzzle piece that fit everything together. Like someone snapping their fingers right in front of his face, the illusion was broken. He remembered everything.

A wide-eyed look of realization slowly appeared on his face. First he glanced down just to confirm that he was totally naked, and now he knew just what it was that had made his fur so messy. He looked back over at Isabelle, now recognizing the disheveled look she wore and the unsure look on her face. Slowly, his expression morphed into a look of horror.

"I...Izzy...?" he mumbled.

She regarded him quietly, her expression unchanging. "...Digs?"

Digby felt himself go pale as the events of last night replayed in his mind. He couldn't remember everything in crystal clarity; the alcohol still made the details a little fuzzy. That wasn't enough to hide from him exactly what had happened last night, from how it had started right up to the very end.

He swallowed a very heavy lump in his throat. "Did..." he muttered, his voice sounding hollow, "Did we...?"

Isabelle simply nodded, still with that same look on her face.

A cold chill ran up Digby's spine. He frantically tried to think of a way that this could all be a mistake. "Last night...Uh...Y-you and I...?"

Isabelle nodded again. "Yeah," she replied in an eerily calm voice, "We did."

Digby brought his other paw up and held it to his head, which felt like it was about to roll right off. He stared off at nothing for a moment with a look of shock. He remembered what had happened, and Isabelle confirmed it. There was no other way to look at it. "...Oh my god..."

The sound of Isabelle gently sipping her coffee brought his attention back to her. "I-Izzy, I-!" he blurted out, feeling like he needed to say something, but ultimately was at a loss for words. He sputtered uselessly for a moment, feeling a growing panic building in his chest.

"Digby, please..." Isabelle said when she noticed his distress, "Please, just...don't freak out."

"But-!" Digby exclaimed loudly, but then stopped himself when he saw Isabelle's concerned look. He took in a shuddering breath and tried to calm down a bit. It was hardly an easy task.

"Digs?" Isabelle spoke up, "Why don't you...uh...g-get dressed first. Then come and sit with me, and we'll...go from there."

A glowering look appeared on Digby's face and he shrank back behind the couch's backrest, reminded that he was still completely naked. "Uh..." he said nervously, "D-don't look, okay?"

Isabelle gave him an incredulous look, but did comply and turned her head the other way.

Getting dressed wasn't an easy task for a hungover dog like Digby, and it was even more difficult because his arms kept quivering and his mind kept racing. He dropped his shorts at least three times before he was able to get them on. Once he was finally decent, save for his wildly messy fur, he anxiously made his way over to the dining table. Isabelle heard his approach and turned around to regard him as reached the table.

"Here," she said, indicating with her paw, "I poured you a cup."

Digby briefly glanced at the cup of coffee, still lightly steaming, but paid it no mind. He stood behind the chair in silence for a few moments just looking down at Isabelle. His loving, caring sister. Digby gripped the back of the chair tightly in his paws and shivered. "Izzy..." he whispered despondently, "I...I-I'm so sorry..."

Isabelle's ears perked up and she gave him a surprised look.

"I'm so, so sorry, Izzy," Digby mewled, feeling like he was on the verge of tears.

"No, no, no..." Isabelle interrupted, "No, Digs. Don't be sorry about anything." She reached over and placed her paw on top of one of his. "It's both of our faults."

Digby sniffled and looked down at her. She looked genuinely concerned about him. "B-but..."

"No buts," Isabelle cut him off, "We both got way too drunk and...well..._it_happened. We did this to each other. You don't have to say you're sorry."

At first he just turned his head away shamefully. As silence filled the room for a moment, he was treated to surprisingly vivid memories of the sordid event. The fur below his belly was still stained and sticky with evidence of what had happened. Digby just wanted to take a shower for about two long hours.

"Uhm..." Digby mumbled, and then gulped before looking back at Isabelle, "Did, uh...Did you at least...um..." He fiddled with the chair for a moment as he tried to find words he felt comfortable saying, a search that was ultimately fruitless. Eventually he closed his eyes and just went for it. "Did you at least...e-enjoy it?"

With his eyes closed, Digby couldn't see Isabelle's reaction to his question. The pause before she spoke felt like an eternity to Digby.

"I, uh..." she finally replied, "I guess I did, yeah...Ph-physically, at least, y'know..."

Digby let out a huge sigh of relief and opened his eyes again. He looked over at Isabelle and saw that she was now blushing furiously.

"...Why?" she asked.

"I just..." Digby gestured uselessly for a moment. "I-I just would have felt...so awful...so devastated...i-if I had hurt you."

Her eyes opened wide. "Oh!" she quietly exclaimed, "Oh, no. No, Digby, not at all. You didn't hurt me at all. No, please don't worry about that. I mean, it's a _little_hazy, but you never, um...y'know...forced yourself on me or anything."

Digby just nodded, accepting her answer silently.

A few more moments passed without either of them saying anything. "Digs," Isabelle eventually spoke up, "Sit. Please?" She punctuated her point by patting the seat of the chair Digby was standing behind.

"...Okay," Digby relented, and pulled the chair out so he could sit down.

"Drink some coffee. You'll feel better."

Digby glanced down at the lightly steaming cup once he was seated. It didn't look appetizing to him in the least. Still, he placated her by taking a small sip of it. The warmth of the coffee did feel good, admittedly.

He then turned to look at Isabelle, frowning heavily in concern, and met his mirror image once again. Isabelle shared his look of concern. He cleared his throat but didn't say anything, then Isabelle coughed lightly and also didn't say anything. They both twiddled their paws awkwardly and occasionally glanced away. It felt like at least five whole minutes had passed before either of them spoke.

It was Isabelle who finally broke the ice. "So, uh...I guess the basic gist of it...is that this is a thing that happened, and nothing's gonna change that."

Digby frowned and wilted like a scolded cub. "Y-yeah..."

"Obviously neither of us are gonna tell another soul about this."

"Definitely not..."

Isabelle took another drink of her coffee. Digby's remained untouched aside from the small sip he had taken.

"Uh...Sis?"

She looked over at him curiously. "What?"

Digby was blushing furiously but he forced himself to get the question out. "Are you...uh...Are you, y'know...in heat?"

Thankfully, she replied right away in a calm, collected voice. "No. Not at all. Don't worry about that."

"Okay, good... That woulda made this ten times worse."

Isabelle nodded. "I agree with that..."

Digby then sighed heavily and leaned his head into his paws, resting his elbows on the table. "I can't believe this...I'm still hoping this was just some really screwed up dream I had..."

"Well, it wasn't..." Isabelle replied matter-of-factly.

"This is the worst..." Digby whined, "This is the absolute worst!"

"Digs, relax. It's not 'the absolute worst'."

Digby lifted his head from his paws and gave her an incredulous look.

She kept her expression firm as she continued speaking. "No, I'm serious. I'm not saying it was something we should have done. Not at all, obviously. But it's not that bad... We did some really naughty things while we were knock-out drunk, but that doesn't mean the world's gonna end."

"I..." Digby stammered softly for a moment. "Isabelle, we... we just... We're brother and sister!"

"Thanks for the news flash, dork. I wasn't aware," she replied flatly.

"Brothers and sisters don't do that."

"I know, I know..."

The two then fell into a very uncomfortable silence that lasted at least five minutes. Isabelle slowly finished off her cup of coffee, while Digby still couldn't take another sip. His stomach growled, demanding breakfast, but there was honestly too much on his mind to even consider food.

At one point he asked himself, 'How did it even get to that point?' He then started thinking of the events that had led up to that fateful moment they had crossed the line, recalling that they had overstepped many smaller lines along the way. Getting nude in front of each other, taking dirty pictures, getting aroused in front of each other.

Digby was about to collapse into his paws and wallow in shame, but something stood out in his mind. He could still remember one thing clearly besides all of the naughty business, that being how reassuring Isabelle had been throughout the night. Every time he had gotten flustered and upset, Isabelle had always tried to downplay everything and convince him not to be so upset about it, inebriated though they both may have been.

She had managed to convince him that it wasn't a big deal to see her topless. It wasn't a big deal to be naked in front of her. It wasn't a big deal to talk about how awesome her wonderful, small, perky boobs were.

Digby perked up in surprise as a huge crimson blush attacked his whole face. He shook his head and tried to clear out those thoughts.

"You okay, bro?" Isabelle asked.

When he looked over at her, his eyes automatically drifted downwards just for a brief moment. She was only wearing a t-shirt, after all. He quickly shot his eyes back up to meet her gaze. It didn't seem like she had noticed.

After a few moments of Digby not saying anything, Isabelle sighed softly and spoke up instead. "Look," she said in a gentle but firm tone, "Let's try not to overthink this, okay? Just boil it down to what really matters about all this. Most importantly; I'm not mad at you. I don't blame you for what happened, just like I hope you don't blame me either."

Digby numbly shook his head.

"And it's not like we started anything we can't stop. We can just move on with our lives like normal and never have to do anything like that again."

"...Y-yeah..." Digby said, biting his lip a little, "I guess..."

Isabelle cleared her throat. "And...even though we're not looking back on it all that fondly..." she said slowly, tiptoeing around her words, "...the truth is that, well...we both had fun. We both enjoyed ourselves. Nobody got hurt. Never should have happened, but it wasn't a bad time when it did happen..."

Digby could see the blush on Isabelle's cheeks growing more intense as she spoke. For a moment, he wondered if she was having the same stray thoughts as he was, and if she was also trying to shoo them out of her head. He wanted to speak up and refute what she had just said, but those same stray thoughts told him that he couldn't. Digby could clearly remember having the time of his life last night. The thought brought a mix of feelings; he wasn't sure whether to feel disgusted at himself...or intrigued.

"And, most importantly," Isabelle continued, "is that I still love you, Digby. You're my brother, my twin, and that's never gonna change. I care about you just as much as I always have, and I really don't want some dumb, drunken mistake to drive us apart."

As she trailed off, Digby's eyes were wide open. He could see Isabelle's calm and collected façade start to crumble a little. The corners of her muzzle were drooping, as were her ears. He wasn't sure if he could see a few stray tears in her eyes or if he was just tired and seeing things.

"Izzy..." he finally said, "I love you too. I could never hate you, and I would never ever want to lose the best twin sister anyone could ever ask for."

Isabelle gave him a relieved smile. "I'm so glad to hear that, Digs."

The two lapsed into awkward silence once again, and Digby idly glanced down. He spent a moment observing the coffee in his cup, as if it were the most intriguing thing in the world. Every so often, his cheeks would flare up in red a little. He wanted to talk about this, but that meant thinking about it. It seemed like the more time passed, the more vivid his memories became.

Eventually, he glanced over at Isabelle, who was looking awkward but not upset. "I..." Digby muttered. His ears drooped and he shyly glanced away. "I hate that I have to agree with you."

He caught her confused look out the corner of his eye. "On what?" she asked.

Digby blushed furiously and then responded. "That it was...good..."

There was a short pause. "The...stuff you mean?" she asked.

"You're right..." he continued in a quiet voice, "It was fun. It was more than fun. It was...wild." He gulped and then added, "And I don't know how to feel about that."

"I guess that's fair," she replied, "And ,yeah, like...I can't deny that my drunk self was having the time of her life last night. One way or another, that's how it was..."

Digby's eyes widened a little. He glanced over at Isabelle, only to see that she was now the one shyly looking away. He wanted to say something to her, but he just couldn't find the words. Eventually, he just sighed softly in frustration. If he took what had happened last night, except replacing Isabelle with another girl, then he wouldn't hesitate to say it was the best night of his whole life. The most amazing, pleasurable experience he'd ever had.

The only issue was that it was his sister he had been with. Nothing else was a problem.

The silence between the two dragged on for a while, and the lack of sound only made the conflicting thoughts in Digby's head echo louder and louder. At one point, he just sat there holding a paw to his aching head. Isabelle noticed and frowned in concern, but didn't say anything.

Eventually, though, Digby couldn't take any more. He promptly stood up and heaved a heavy sigh before looking over at his twin. "I'm sorry, Izzy," he said remorsefully, "But I...I've just got way too much to think about. I...I think I just need some time to myself.

Isabelle's ears perked up and then promptly drooped. "Oh, uh...O-okay. I mean, if that's what you feel like you need."

"I'm not running away from this or anything," he reassured her, "but I can't handle it right now. I'm just gonna grab my coat and go for a long walk around town. Maybe the fresh air will make me feel better."

"Okay..." Isabelle said, frowning but nodding in understanding.

"I'm sorry to cut our get together short. Maybe we can convince our bosses to give us a new one sooner than usual. But, you'll be all right here, yeah? You know where the keys are. Just lock up when you leave. Or you can sleep here if you want."

Isabelle only nodded demurely in response. When she didn't have anything else to say, Digby just sighed again and walked over to the coatrack by the front door. He picked out his classic yellow raincoat, even though it wasn't raining anymore, and started to put it on.

"Wait...!"

Digby glanced over and saw Isabelle quickly stand up and approach him. "Hm?"

When she reached him, Isabelle hesitated for a moment and twiddled her paws. "Uh..." she eventually said, "You know...You remember that the whole reason for this was because we were playing the Dares Game, right?"

"...Yeah?" Digby replied, giving her a confused look.

"Well..." Isabelle continued hesitantly, "We never actually finished that game. Right?"

Digby furrowed his brow and gave the odd statement some thought. "Uhh...No, I guess we didn't technically finish it. Why?"

"I mean...We gotta finish it, right?"

"What...?" Digby muttered.

"Every time we played that game as pups, we always went until there was a winner. We can't just let this be the first time we don't finish it..."

Digby gave his sister a befuddled look. "Izzy..." he said in a slightly testy voice, "This really isn't the time for-"

"If I remember right," she interrupted, "I think...it was my turn to give a dare. Right?"

Caught off guard by the question, Digby stumbled over his words. "Um..." He thought back to the game that had started this whole mess and tried to remember who had given out the last dare. A furious blush attacked his cheeks when he recalled it. "Y-yeah...I went last."

Isabelle nodded. "Okay then..." she said, and then took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Digby wasn't sure what to make of her sudden odd behaviour, but then he was surprised when Isabelle gave him a more serious look.

"All right, so listen up," she said in a clear, deliberate tone, "I've got one more dare for you. It's kind of a longer, long-term dare...but if you agree to this dare...if you promise to go through with it...then the game's over and you win."

"Huh...?" Digby muttered in confusion.

"You promise me you'll do this dare," she repeated, "and then you win. I lose."

Digby was silent for a moment, only blinking a few times. He had no idea what Isabelle was going on about, and he was about to dismiss the whole thing. Instead, though, a tiny flicker of that old competitive sibling nature of his flared up for a moment. It latched onto the notion that Isabelle was forfeiting a win to him, which she would normally never do. "All right..." he finally replied, "What's the dare?"

Isabelle smiled briefly at his acceptance, and then let out another slow breath. "I dare you..." she then spoke in a careful, slow voice, "...to really...really think about this. This whole thing. I want you to go out, go on with your daily life for the next couple weeks, months, whatever... and just think. Think really hard, really carefully, whether or not..." Isabelle gulped before finishing her sentence.

"...you want to do this again."

One could have heard a pin drop in the silence that followed. Digby stared wide-eyed in shock at his sister, who only glanced away bashfully with a hint of a rosy blush on her cheeks. He ran over what she said in his mind at least a thousand times, trying to make sure he hadn't just misunderstood what she was saying. She couldn't really be asking something like that could she? She couldn't be _thinking_something like that...

Digby tried to come up with something to say and found himself tongue-tied for a few moments. "I...Izzy?"

She cleared her throat. "And by 'this', I mean..." She pointed over at the couch. "...'that'..."

"Y-yeah, I got that much..." Digby muttered, still feeling totally thrown off by his sister's 'dare'. It was just about the last thing he would have expected her to say. He'd figured that the both of them wanted to just forget the whole thing happened entirely. Was this a prank she was pulling on him? Was she just trying to make him feel uncomfortable, which was usually the point of the game?

But as Digby looked over at Isabelle, he saw the serious look on her face. There were no tricks, no jokes, no lies. He had known her long enough that he could tell when she was being completely straight with what she was saying. She did want him to think about this. She wanted him to consider it.

At first he asked himself, yet again, why Isabelle would possibly ask something like this. Then, however, he focused again on the hint of blushing on her cheeks. His eyebrows perked up and he stifled a gasp. Was this actually something she wanted? That deplorable, heinous act they had committed; was it something Isabelle was_into_? Digby felt some conflicted, uncomfortable feelings bubbling up within him.

Then, however, he reconsidered things once again and he realized something else. Isabelle was a smart girl and she was wonderful when it came to dealing with people. Her job demanded that she look at things with an analytical eye and consider a thousand different things at once. Digby finally realized what the reason was that she was asking him to think about her question.

Because she would be thinking about it too. She didn't know the answer either.

Digby gulped. "I-Izzy, I...I dunno if..." he mumbled.

Isabelle just shook her head and, surprisingly, offered him a demure smile. "Digby, it's okay. Everything will be okay."

"But I..."

"We're both tired, we're both hungover, we've both got a lot on our minds. Let's just move on for now and give it some time...but we shouldn't move on like it never happened."

Ever since he had woken up, there had been hundreds of thoughts zipping through Digby's poor brain. Finally, though, one thought broke through and stood above all the rest. Isabelle was his sister, his twin, and his lifelong friend. They had been together for as long as they could remember, they had always stood by for one another, and they each knew the other better than anybody else in the world. He knew Isabelle well enough to know that whatever his answer was to this heavy question, she would be okay with it and accept his wishes.

A few more awkward moments of silent staring passed them by, but at long last a little smile managed to break through for Digby. "Okay," he said with a nod, "I accept your dare."

"Heh..." she chuckled softly, "Congrats on winning then. It was a good game."

Digby promptly blushed. "Yeah, it certainly was an interesting game if nothing else..." He then cleared his throat and said, "I'm, uh...still gonna head out."

Isabelle nodded. "That's fine. I understand."

His smile grew, and he felt some of his worries wash away. "You're the best, sis," he said, "The best sister anybody could ask for."

She jokingly gave him a smug smile and said, "Yeah, I know it."

They both laughed quietly for a moment before once again falling into silence. "I'll...see you later, Izzy."

"See you later, Digs."

Digby hesitated awkwardly on the spot, blushing lightly and questioning what was the appropriate course of action. Eventually, though, he shook his head and wrapped Isabelle up in a warm hug. She happily returned it.

Then, with his raincoat on and a friendly wave to his sister, Digby walked out the door into the crisp morning air. The outside world was still damp from last night's rain, giving his front yard a wonderful dewy scent. Digby slowly walked down through the yard and out into the forest grove, breathing in deeply through his nose and letting it out as a long, relaxing sigh.

Both the instinctual shame of what he had done and Isabelle's poignant question hovered above his head, demanding his attention. He tried his best to shoo them away for now. He shook his head anyway, figuring to himself that he probably already knew the answer to her question. Obviously they would never do anything like that ever again. It was unthinkable.

So, of course, he started thinking about last night. He considered her question for a moment, and subconsciously started to think about what it would be like if they _did_do it again.

It had been amazing.

A heavy, beet-red blush covered Digby's cheeks and he felt a sudden warmth in the pit of his chest. He glanced back over his shoulder in the direction of his house, and he felt his tail wag a few times of its own accord.

Digby could only bite his lip and whine softly. Maybe this question wouldn't be so easy to answer after all.