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Max wasn't fully sure what was going on, but at this point he honestly didn't really care, either. The world swam slowly around him, seeming to spin a little bit faster whenever he blinked, or turned his head a little too fast, or even just sat there: his body felt pleasantly warm, simmering from inside, with a constant gentle tingle vibrating throughout his limbs. His nose and fingers felt a little bit numb though, as did his ears; quite a feat considering how large they were, being a wild dog.

There was the sensation of paws pushing up his chest, one atop his shirt and the other underneath. The unexpected contact sent a sweet, delicious shiver bouncing through his body; he tilted his head back with a rumbling sigh on his lips, spread his legs, and lifted into the touch as his eyes closed, though instantly opened them again. Every time he closed them it felt like he was revisiting the fieldwork he had done at school last semester, where his group had had to go out on the lake in one of the little boats, and though there weren't exactly waves the entire thing still sloshed and swung back and forth, side to side... and that was what he felt like now. The same slight dizziness, the same amusement, the same distant nausea resulting in the occasional hiccup or half-stifled burp.

Only this time he was vaguely horny. Or, very horny. The paw atop his shirt altered its direction and slid down, smoothing the fabric, crawling towards the waistband of his jeans - when did the button of his fly come undone? He swallowed, tasted the alcohol in the back of his throat on his breath, wanted to refresh it again, and cast clumsily around for his glass.

"Here," said a familiar voice from atop him. Warm weight settled down along his thighs. "You can have some of mine. It's - a li'l sour for my taste..."

"Mmrmm," he rumbled in response, the rim of the glass clinking against one of his teeth. His fingers slid across hers as he took it from the other wild dog, Erika atop him now rubbing, massaging, squeezing at his arousal through his pants. Max swallowed again, grinded up into her paw, moved the garnish over to the other side of the glass so it wouldn't poke him in the eye, then tilted it back and felt the cool, sharp liquid spill across his tongue and flood his maw. It was indeed a bit sour, but not at all in a bad way; he liked the slight pucker and bite, the tingle, the sting - and then more than anything else, the way the hot chill of the alcohol shivered across his breath when he exhaled. "Uffh. You're..."

But then he actually realized what was going on. Erika had flipped his shirt halfway up his belly, showing the paint-blot splotches of cinnamon and ocher and charcoal, along with the single shimmering piercing through the lower lip of his belly button. The two had gotten that done together just before he finished school those few years ago, with her getting hers along the upper side. The two wild dogs had gone in together, and gotten them done together.

As siblings, as something they would always share. And now with a slightly wobbly forefinger and thumb she slid the zipper of his pants fly down, quickly bringing into view the twitching, throbbing bulge there within his boxer briefs.

She smirked up at him where she sat atop his legs, slowly scooting her way back. The other paw came down to join her first, scooping into his pants, lifting up underneath his sack held within his underneath, pressing and squishing against soft-firm flesh - and his body responded appropriately, another shiver bouncing through him, and the front of the fabric tenting out with another throb. "Went back to wearing these, huh?" Erika drawled, the alcohol also evident on her words. "I remember you went to regular boxers in high school for a bit."

"They're-" Max suppressed a hiccup with his paw, then tilted his - her - drink back for another sip. "Comfy."

"Yeah. Sure fuckin' feels like it."

Her fingertips curled underneath the waistband, and when she tugged upwards Max felt a little puff of hot, humid air waft out from underneath. His heart thumped in his chest: distantly he knew that something about this wasn't right, and if they weren't drunk he couldn't possibly imagine - but then Erika pulled down and brought him out into the air, slick reddish-pink flesh struck through with veins pulsing under the intensity of his arousal, sheath swollen around his not quite full knot. His sister's nose wiggled and twitched with his scent; vaguely he felt a blush warm his cheeks and ears, and before he knew it he had downed the rest of her drink. The alcohol swam across him like a thick, slimy oil washing over his head, coating everything else in a thick fog, dulling the pinpricks and thrums of nervousness.

"Erika..."

"What?" Her paw settled around his length, pushed his sheath back so that the supple skin first wrinkled up against itself and then finally slipped past his knot. The sensation made him buck upwards towards her muzzle. "Can't tell you me - ah... can't tell me you haven't been wanting this. I've been trying to - make it clear that I've been interested, but your damn... thick skull... hah..." Then her muzzle was between his legs pushing up between his balls, nostrils flared at the lip of his sheath. Her breath was warm, moist, wonderful. "Yeah. Wow. You fuckin' smell like me."

"But we-" One of her paws abruptly clamped around his muzzle, her fingerpads smelling richly of his musk. That made him throb again, too.

"Shut the fuck up before you make me change my mind, since I bet you I'm not gonna wanna do this once I'm sober. Well-" Erika leaned back, just far enough to begin at her own fly. Max felt his eyes drawn down like magnets: her jeans parted open to show a flash of colored panties underneath. Green,_he thought, unsurprised. _Makes sense. "I will still want to, but I won't... ah, fuck..."

"Sure you don't wanna just - I don't know, oral or...?"

"What? Want me to spit in your mouth? Oh, shit, you finished the drink, didn't you?" In front of him his sister stood up, wobbled, nearly fell over, then did so again as she lifted a leg to tug her pants off of it. Then Max was staring up at her, plump black spade hanging out in the air in front of him, glistening with urgent wetness; she swallowed, hiccupped a little, then mashed two fingers into the sleek, succulent meat there, squishing the mass up against herself, spreading it open to show glistening pink inside. And she was right: Max could smell her from here, and her musk was indeed somewhat similar to his own. "Damn. That would've been hot. Of course_I wanna do oral, idiot, but - I wanna do _this more, and... and I..."

Her balance faltered as she tried to lower herself down onto him, one paw remaining hooked behind his half-swollen knot, the other spread around the protruding base of her spade to hold it up and forward. Erika tottered slowly forward, apparently unknowing of it at the time; Max gasped and reached up to hold her up, one paw bracing against her hip and the other on her chest. Immediately her eyes flashed at him and she grinned.

"See? I fuckin' knew it. I've seen you looking at me,brother." Wet warmth trickled down across Max's tapered tip; Erika jiggled herself forward and back, just far enough down that he could feel the wet heat of her arousal across him. This wouldn't be the first time he had done this, not by far, but it would be the first with her, and - and she had gripped his wrist and now slid his paw up underneath her shirt, and under her bra as well. "Ugh. I've read so many stories and comics online and - and it's clear the authors don't have any siblings, since I c-can't remember the last time I... called you brother, and they're..."

She began to lower herself down onto him. Max felt his heartbeat redouble again, thumping in his chest and his throat... and then the delicious feeling of plunging slowly up into her wiped all of that away, wet heat slurping all around, sinking further down, squeezing and massaging, until her plump lips sealed against the bulge of his knot.

"...they're doing it... hah, fuck, thicker than I thought - every three panels, an'..." And her paws came back down to him, squeezing at his chest through his shirt, coming up to his shoulder, moving down to his belly tight underneath the strain. For a moment the two just remained there, Max locked in hazy, foggy disbelief mixed with delicious pleasure, Erika off in whatever world her three martinis, two Mai Tais, and two whatever that last drink was had put her.

Then suddenly she refocused herself, muzzle swinging up to look at him with enough force that her radar-dish ears flopped. "You're better than my ex," she rumbled - and started to lift herself up with her paws on his shoulders for leverage, thick lips of her sex tugging out along his shaft, smearing him in clinging wetness. Max gasped and rolled his head back again, feeling himself suddenly back on that boat on the lake once more.

"Erika - I'm not-"

"Yeah, yeah. Had I fuckin' known I'd had this back home? Hoh, boy. Hoh, fuckin' boy." She grinded herself away at him, pushing forward as much as she pulled up, sliding back every time she sank back down into his lip. He felt her spade squish down against him and spread out, smearing across his fur, then sucking back up again - and he hadn't yet removed his paw from where she had put it.

Feels good, his drink-addled brain thought; Max turned his paw, squeezed at the soft-firm flesh, felt her tighten and shiver in response. His last girlfriend had rather enjoyed when he circled his claw around her nipple, and gently pinched and tugged, and... and she has a nipple piercing. Are they both like that? ...Oh, they are. Oh, they...

Somewhere along the way, somehow - Max wasn't entirely certain; he did things, but felt himself forget about doing those things almost as he was doing them - he ended up on top of her, one paw bracing her lower back to keep her body against his, the other pushing against the middle of her chest to slide her down to the couch. Off to the side the TV continued playing whatever YouTube compilation one of them had put on, he had already forgotten; and he hoisted one of his sister's legs around his waist, pushed her shirt up, and returned his paw to her other breast, at the point of which certainly glittered another piercing, a silver barbel.

As he thrust inside of her, feeling her body clench up and shiver around him, he bent himself forward and down towards the other. The stretch made his neck and the middle of his back ache, but he still managed: lost beneath the alcohol and the arousal, for a while he could almost forget that this was his sister's nipple brushing against his lips and stiffening against his tongue. The piercing clicked gently against his teeth when he closed his lips against her and suckled gently, her body writhing against him as she reciprocated his thrusts, each wanting it as much as the other.

"I hope you're not - hah..." His broad ears flicked up towards the hungry murmur of her voice. "...too... ah - drunk to remember... to..."

His lips smacked when he pulled free. A thick strand of saliva hung between his mouth and her breast; Max pressed himself in to the base, knot swelling out within her stretched lips, nestling there for a moment before he tugged back again. Already the fire had started to stutter and boil; it wouldn't be long. "T'what?"

"Pull out before - you - ah, fucking - Max-"

_ _

"Why would I-? I'm..." There it was, starting to simmer from deep inside. He arched his back, squeezed his sister's leg around his body, and pressed himself forward, the bestial urge to feel the plump meat of her spade slip around and suck tight behind his knot swelling inside of him. He wanted that hot, wet pressure to tighten and tug, wanted to push as deep as he could and let the waves of pleasure blast through him, and... "Wearing a - condom..."

"What the fuck? No you're not, you idiot, you - ah - hah- I swear to fucking God if you fucking knock me up, my own damn brother, I'm - ah-"

Right as that bubble began to burst he realized: she was right. Heart pounding from panic and excited arousal both, Max shuddered, felt the throes of his finish began to roil up and push out, jerked, yanked himself out - and then couldn't help but buck forward again, and again, and _again,_the sharp electric heat of his peak reverberating hollowly through his numbed system.

The waves underneath the boat sloshed and swayed and tossed him back and forth until, panting, he felt himself slump against the back of the couch. When he opened his eyes he looked down to Erika there in front of him, sprawled out with her shirt and bra pulled up to show pierced breasts, black spade swollen in the peak of her own arousal, pubic fur darkened with wetness... and a few thick white ropes streaked across her belly and chest. It was hard to tell from here between the drunkenness, the wetness of her sex, and the way the world continued to swirl around him, but he couldn't see any dribbling from between her legs, and...

"Did I...?"

Erika shuddered underneath him. One paw went down between her legs, buried three fingers inside of herself - Max's ears flicked with the thick schlop - then came back up to her muzzle. Clear stickiness drizzled between them as she spread them out, then sniffed and finally tasted them.

"Don't think so," she said afterwards. "But I swear to God, Max, when we do this again I'm gonna be on top, and-"

"When?"

The two siblings looked at each other. One mouth quirked into a small smile, and then the other did as well.

"Yeah," Erika confirmed. "When."